THE THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE

THE THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE

— 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨.

“𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢? 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎? 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎? 𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗? 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛? 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎, 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢. 𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.”

ᝰ.ᐟ they just love you so much that they'll do everything to make you theirs, to the point of madness. you think they care about what you want? yes, no? maybe? they care as long you are with them

• — will contain of the following: yandere themes, nonconsensual, dubcon, dark themes. read at your own risk. minors do not interact.

🍃 heavenly delight ft. GOJO SATORU

🍃 addiction ft. SANZU HARUCHIYO

🍃 cigarette smoke ft. AKI HAYAKAWA

🍃 what I want ft. MIKAGE REO

🍃 an eye for an eye ft. USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

🍃 up in the flames ft. TOUYA TODOROKI

🍃 salt of the earth ft. TSUKISHIMA KEI

🍃 fresh eyes. ft. HOSHINA SOSHIRO

— to be added

want a character to be added? comment or ask me in my inbox.

bullies whose so smug in making you cry. a insult there and a shove there. mocking you for existing in their lives. who always scowls when they see you. the looks of displeasure when you hang out with others. living your life by acting dumb and innocent at them when they truly know what you are, they think but it contradicts on how you react with everybody. you're so kind and sweet but oblivious at things sometimes that's why he got you pinned under him.

"you like whoring yourself to anyone who gives you attention, huh?"

a pathetic no coming from your lips and they only scoff at you. not believing in what you have to say for yourself. they can see the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes while they squish your cheeks so hard. they're just angry at you for giving your attention to others and not them but don't worry they know how to get all your attention and only them. they'll just scare away who gets too close to you and spread some dumb rumor about you and it's fine. you'll always have them.

"is my poor baby sad? that's fine you have me. after all, no one cares about you."

they always make sure you're stuffed full of their thick, huge cock in your juicy cunt. sometimes their thick fingers and tongue when they're feeling generous, cause a whiny bitch like you is always hungry for some attention.

"you going to cum? work for it."

they always love that when you get whiny and needy for them but they're the one most affected by it. only gets them riled up to always fill you up with their load. watches as your stomach jiggles from how hard they're pounding your fat pussy. plush thighs trembling from the pleasure they're giving to you. holding your wide hips so tight they almost bruised from it. they like putting their hands around your neck too, watch the tears roll into your round cheeks and it makes them cum in the spot. kiss your lips until they're swollen.

can you blame them? they are just bullies who calls you pathetic but can't get enough of you. their poor, dumb baby.

𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀, 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀, 𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍, 𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢, 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐠𝐨, 𝐑𝐈𝐍, 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔, 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚,𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮, 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚, 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔, 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈

HIDDEN INTENTIONS

VILLAIN! NANAMI KENTO X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── villain nanami, massacre, murder, gore, dying, stockholm syndrome.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ nobody knew what's going on inside his head.

another body drops before the blood splattered in his face. the dark lenses of his glasses is smudged with the crimson liquid dripping. the lights flicker on and off, the eerie and cold atmosphere surrounding the office where he stands.

a blade in his hand, there's no signs of a shaking limb nor nervousness creeping up on him. it's looks this was all planned which he did. a meticulous plan that he crafted for a long time.

a wolf in sheep's clothing he is. portraying himself as a regular salaryman when deep inside he's a man who kills in cold blood.

wiping the bloodstained blade in his hand, nanami trudges through the pile of bodies he created. they were screaming and pleading earlier but now they are husks of their former selves.

blood spreading all over the floor and every step he takes, the blood sticks in his shoes. leaving shoe prints to whatever way he took. ignoring the mess he created, the blonde checks the time in his watch. it glints in the dimness of the office and nanami sighs. so much for overtime.

if someone would ask him why he did it, he won't answer. only keeping the answer to himself. there's no explanation for why he did. maybe it's the plague that spreads in the society. the greed, the selfishness of what makes up evil in his own perspective.

this is no charity work and nanami is no hero. it's only the ideal he created for his own belief, his own satisfaction.

tucking the blade back in the holster under his coat, nanami prepares to leave the site. work finished.

a slight creak of a table being moved stopped him in his tracks, looking back on the mess he created, his hand moves to adjust his tinted glasses and behind in those specs, his eyes stares at the direction of the noise with a unwavering tenacity.

you muttered a curse under your breath. accidentally hitting the table with your feet making it move, trying to soothe the numbness that is building up in your limb. body trembling and shaking from fear from what you've witnessed.

you watched as the sharp blade dug in the flesh of your co-workers, blood gushing out from the skin where the blade entered. a sob escapes from your lips remembering your colleagues dropping like flies at the hands of nanami.

you've seen him multiple times in the office floor. the man who do overtimes more than you can count. the man who's the last one to leave and the man beating the first rays of sunlight in the office windows.

you can't believe your eyes from what you were seeing. there is no way a man like nanami could do those vile things to his colleagues and yours.

you almost throw up but refuses too, quickly making shelter under the desk, making yourself fit in the available space. you were just lucky seeing the lifeless body of one of your colleagues but you can't forget their dead gaze into yours. looking at you in their final moments.

your heart almost drops, dread filling all over you as you can hear his footsteps nearing where you hid. calm down. repeating the words in what is left in your sanity. you can't risk him to find you or you'll end up dead and be added to the pile of bodies.

you held your hands over to your mouth, covering the exhale and inhale from escaping. one mistake and it's end game. closing your eyes and hoping that this will be over and you can escape from death's hand.

the hands of the clock ticks as seconds passed, minutes, hours you don't care. you just want this to be over.

declaring he was out of sight and reach, you decided to crawl out in your hiding space. looking side to side in any possible signs of him, deciding it was safe and exhaled a sigh of relief but perhaps you celebrated too early.

in front of your reflection in the glass wall of the office, you first see the his reflection behind you and before you can scream, his large, thick hand covers your mouth. muffling the screams coming from your mouth, his other hand holding your wrist in his tight grasp. a warning sign not to move or else he'll break it.

a fresh batch of tears came pouring out from your eyes. rolling in your cheek and to his hand that is covering your mouth.

“keep quiet darling, or i'll snap that neck of yours.” you nodded, complying on his order. his voice rich and holds command to every words he is saying and who are you to resist with those strength of his hold and the command of his voice.

you let fate decide to what your life will be after this, either you'll see the sunlight or the darkness of the unknown.

nanami loosens his hold and removes his hand into your mouth as you nodded. always follow your instincts. good thing he held onto that or you'll tell the story to the whole world. it would be a real pain for him and he's not joining the underground sooner than he expected. he needs more time.

he can still see the tears streaming in your face, eyes close shut and lips trembling out of fear. he can hear you swallow and your heartbeat beating a mile in every minute.

upon closer look, a flash of recognition flashes in his face. you were that scumbag's assistant. running hell on the floor where you and him worked for.

it was hell for you, he knows that. getting underhanded compliments and the harassment you have endured in the daily. nanami didn't interfered with that one. having no place and authority in the place but the satisfaction he felt when his blade digs on that worthless fool's chest, it was priceless.

“look at me.” he mutters softly. he was like a executioner soothing the damned to its final moments.

opening your eyes, you look at him despite the tears blurring your vision. you uncontrollably sob but you were surprised at his touch. the pads on his fingers gently wiping the tears that is still flowing and the stains behind it. shocked at the tenderness he was showing.

“life's been hard to you, and you're here. still alive from my clutches.” he held your face in his hands.

caressing your cheek and nanami questions his action towards you. he ought to send you to the other side and he's here. holding you with such tenderness in his hands as if those bodies earlier hadn't received their judgement from him.

it's strange.

his gaze darts to your body. the first buttons in your blouse unbuttoned, showing the generous flesh you have and nanami have the urge to touch you there. your stomach poking through the confines of your blouse. the skirt showing the curves you had and your thighs touching underneath the fabric.

he's a man and he has this urges. uncontrollable urges but nanami got plans and he might keep you longer but still you will be hindering his future plans but he already decided. he's keeping you, for now.

shit.

his lips connects to yours before he can process what he was doing. a moment of breathlessness occured now, detaching his lips to yours. a flood of emotions lingers in the kiss. lost in the intensity of the moment.

nanami searches for a change in your reaction but you remained unmoving. just like him lost.

you blink, for several times when he pressed his lips into yours, you expected a slash into your neck would be next but nothing happened. staring at the man with his gaze behind those blue-tinted glasses of his. unaware of what intentions he may held.

his pristine suit splattered with blood from earlier and the wound in his cheek still dripping with blood from the earlier scuffle.

so much happened today, that you can't even properly process, you even face with the man who had slaughtered your colleagues. your brain spiraling down and your body felt cold. your vision gets darker, flashes of light appearing in your vision and slowly your muscles relax that you can't even move them. you blink again, trying to regain consciousness but you failed the next thing darkness hugs you and it wasn't bad. it's comforting.

nanami catches you before your body came falling down. your plush body pressed against his muscular one. what a turn of events. sticking with his decision on what he'll do to you.

the blonde scoops you in his arms. leaving the building with no hesitation with you in tow.

nobody could read his mind. no one. no one knows. at the end, all he had was hidden intentions.

“you're a cocky prick.”

his white brows rise from that and a smile broke in his lips.

“yeah.” his grin growing wider when he suddenly thrusted his hips upwards making you moan, throwing your head backwards and your fingers digging the skin in his shoulders.

god, he's insufferable but the great gojo satoru got fine dick though.

your pencil skirt bunched up into your waist. showing your thick, doughy thighs that looks like squished marshmallows in his lean thighs. your top stripped, showing your bare, plump body in front of him.

your body jiggling while he continues his thrusts in your sopping fat pussy. hitting the soft spots inside you that leaves you breathless and making your cunt weep.

gojo had never seen such a wonder in his whole life. who knew you'll take the form of it and he relished into it. your soft body jiggling from his powerful thrusts and fuck, you riding his cock earlier like a champ.

the six eyes and limitless holder drowns in the pleasure of your fat pussy clenching around him like a vice. the squelch of your juices coating his cock like melted sugar— sticky and hot. the sound echoing in the teacher's lounge. his blindfold in his neck, his top unbuttoned and his pants pooling in his legs.

if every break time would be like this. gojo would have it. your annoyance visible plus his shitty attitude combined in a steamy sex.

his long slender fingers sinks in the plushness of your waist, holding you steady to receive his thrusts.

gojo drags his tongue to your sweat-coated skin in your chest. nibbling at the soft flesh like he's savoring a rare delicacy he's yet to taste and he groans when he feels your pussy clench in his length.

good, you're close and so he is. looking at you biting your lip and his hand cups your jaw before pulling it to crash his lips to yours. it's all tongue and sucking each other's mouth like there's no tomorrow.

pushing his shoulders while you slam your hips. god, forbid if the chair broke. gojo smirks in the kiss. holding your wide hips to assist you in reaching your peak and his.

so close. he can hear you whine and fuck it's the best orgasm he have in his whole fucking life. the knot in his belly breaking as it fills you up with ropes of ropes of his thick, white cum coating your insides.

your fat cunt gushes as you reach your high. soaking his cock along with his cum. thighs trembling while you break the kiss, panting while you catch your breath from the earth -shattering orgasm you had. fucking gojo satoru is the best, you have to admit it.

looking down, gojo sees his cum and yours dripping down and it's hot. a creamy white ring surrounds his cock and yours while it's still stuffed inside you.

gojo licks his lips.

“hate me all you want, (y/n)-chan,~” he said in a sing-song voice making you squirm at the voice.

“i fucking hate you gojo satoru.” you retorted.

and he grins. “ i love you too~” he fires back and your eyes widened, not from him saying the l-word but the feeling of his cock hardening inside you.

he pulls you closer before you made an attempt to escape him. pressing your soft body against his muscular one.

hate him all you want but he ain't stopping until he stuffed you full of his cum.

DEVOURING FEELINGS

BULLY! ITOSHI RIN X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── bully rin, bullying, rejection, brief noncon, body hate, self-loathing, mentions of failed diets, pinning.

request ─── would you consider writing something for bully!rin? im down bad for this concept, like just imagining him being blunt and mean to reader about her physique after she confess to him, him being a total jerk saying things like he wont date such slacker who can’t even take care of themselves etc. but in fact he’s down bad for her and her body especially….

─── sequel.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ can his words match what he just wants to do with you?

“do you really think i would date someone like you?”

his eyes bore into yours while scanning you from head to toe and you wished the ground would open and swallow you but it didn't. his words continuing to break you like glass. your confidence turning into shards while it dropped in the concrete ground.

“i'm sure you understand the gap between us and why would i want to be seen with you by my side? for an athlete like me to date such a slacker like you who can't even take care of themselves. it would be an embarrassment.”

that was the last words he said to you before you turned away . giving him a curt nod while biting the inside of your cheek to keep your tears at bay. hell no, you would cry in front of him. you won't give him the satisfaction of that. with the remaining dignity you have for yourself, you left him.

your steps heavy as you drag away your feet to your home. so much for confessing to a guy like rin. you want to slap whoever possessed you to push your luck with rin but it had already been done and there's no use of crying for someone who was clearly ashamed to be with you.

despite sucking up for the overwhelming emotions you were feelings. you wept in the confines of your room. the tears keep pouring as his words replayed in your mind. you couldn't hate yourself more from what you are right now. it would always be your weight. no matter how many diets or depriving yourself of food, it would not let you give the chance to lose the extra weight like you were meant to keep your body forever.

it was stupid to confess to rin. while you bawled your eyes out. realizations were made. you think rin would reciprocate his feelings to you when girls who have much thinner waist and thigh gaps had confessed their feelings to him, not one had been successful though but that guy still receives mountain of gifts every year.

why must you be so attracted to guys that is an asshole.

in rin's situation it's messed up.

deep inside him takes pleasure of watching you crumble. for a guy like rin to take interest in someone you sure took it. while others were vying for his attention, in your little ways you made him feel better about himself. he would give you credits for keeping yourself calm from his rejection and his words that left you scarred for life and rin took pleasure from that. seeing it as a way for you to be his. no matter how twisted and sick he is. he will do it.

you were being difficult.

it has been months since you confessed to him and you avoided him like plague.

you would walk in the opposite direction when you spotted him, pretends you have to run some errand when you talked to people when you see him and worse, acting like he don't exist. you were being a annoyance to him at this point, two can play at this game. ignore him for all you want and you would be back with him. rin wouldn't give up for that.

group activities wasn't your cup of tea, let alone being paired with a random classmate who could be a blessing or a curse but you can bear it as long they're tolerable and you hoped you would be paired with someone decent.

forget about decent, you would rather be paired with a lazy classmate than rin. his name came in a shock when you get paired him and you can feel your luck running out. you didn't dare look where he is seated.

despite his bored look, his teal eyes glints with triumph watching you as you slumped in your seat and luck was favoring him. you would sure taste what it feels like to be ignoring him.

it was never meant to be this way for him. longing for the affection of someone who is way out of his league but like any other rin was willing to bend the rules. it's screwed up to want you after he just insulted your whole being and here is, like a lovesick fool.

he didn't mean anything what he said to you. what his words meant contradicts what he really felt for.

there's nothing wrong or undesirable to you. to him, you were perfect. movie nights were filled the thought of you. no matter how the actors screamed in those slasher movies he binged. your voice would somehow made it to his mind. filling the missing spots of his whole being.

your body, fuck. he would gladly please you with his. make you moan and hear the sweetest cries that you can make from him. crush his head with your soft, creamy thighs. lick every expanse of your body and worship every stretch marks he can feel and see. kiss your lips until they're swollen. he almost curses you out from this.

you didn't know how many times he lost concentration when you walk on by at the courtyard. nobody knows about that. he's that good at hiding his feelings towards you and silly you, didn't know how badly affect him.

fingers sink to the flesh of your cheeks. eyes wide and you couldn't even speak a word. how helpless you look under him and rin leans down into you. shivering at the words he whispered.

rin could just devour you whole.