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one time i dreamt

Team Rocket's Meowth cheated on James with Garfield. James found out and cheated back—also with Garfield (James baked a lasagne and the rest just fell into place).

Then James gave birth to both Meowth's and Garfield's kittens in one litter. Jessie dragged them all onto the Jerry Springer show and Jon spit out his coffee watching it on TV.

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57) “I wonder what your boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”

Tw: non-con, cheating, blackmail

You didn’t want this, Akaashi had his pants around his ankles, cock shoved into your mouth, he had found out about your debt, if your boyfriend found out about it, you don't know what you'd do, so you had to agree to his demands, in exchange for his silence and his help, he could do whatever he wanted.

"Oh yeah" Akaashi shivered, groaning at the feeling of your warm mouth around him, you glared at him through your lashes, feeling sick, naked and on your knees, mouth being violated like a toy. "Your boyfriend’s real lucky you’re so good at sucking cock” he smirks cruelly, fingers laced tightly with your hair, pulling sharply, slamming it deeper into your mouth, forcing it into your throat and holding your head, nose pressed into the dark hair at the base.

It burns, your head swims as your vision fades to pin pricks, you slap his thighs weakly, Akaashi tensed, warm cum filling you throat before, he pulled you off of his cock and paints your face with the rest, watching you sputter and gasp for air, glaring daggers at him, he chuckles “I wonder what your boyfriend would do,” he cups your cheek only to smears his cum into your skin, “if he knew what you were doing right now.”

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Can’t Wait To Blow My Candles Out

dilf!Ken Ryuguji x f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: happy birthday to my love 💕 Warnings: 18+, dubcon, age gap, divorce mention, cheating??, coercion, size difference, fingering, oral (f receiving), virgin!reader, virginity loss, shower sex, dacryphilia, breeding kink, creampie, impregnation, corruption, pet names, sir!kink, daddy!kink, praise, mutual masturbation, forced orgasms. Words: 5k

networks: @planetonet @tometpd

The collapse of a marriage was something Ken Ryuguji never thought he’d experience in his life, but also knew was a long time coming. He’d been married to his wife for ten years – and in that time he’d fathered two sons to her. Two sons that she took with her to her mother’s house after their final blazing row. He couldn’t blame her. The penthouse given its current atmosphere was no place for two young children. But God damn it, he’s lonely.

Happy birthday, Ken Ryuguji.

Afficher davantage

challengers alternate universe.

trigger warning for sexual, physical, and emotional abuse as well as rape, cheating, blackmail and manipulation.

the timeline of this au takes place from 2010 to 2024 in a world where covid never happened.

art and patrick met in their freshman year of college in 2010. they both attended stanford university in california. art was majoring in sports marketing on a tennis scholarship and patrick was majoring in business. both boys decided to pursue tennis full time once they graduated, having fallen in love with the sport after just one practice. they quickly became the best doubles team in school and went on to win the juniors us open, earning the nicknames fire and ice along the way. there were rumors throughout their entire college career that they were dating, but both boys ignored the rumors. the truth was that they were dating and had been since a month into their freshman year, but they were keeping it quiet because patrick wasn’t out yet.

when they returned from winter break, it quickly became clear that their relationship had changed, and not for the better. patrick already had a habit of asking art to do things in the bedroom, and he pushed the limits of art’s boundaries until they broke. art would show up to practices with bruises all over him and he would brush them off as clumsiness or from prior practices or matches. if they suspected, none of his friends said anything. patrick’s abuse got worse and worse as the months wore on and art was looking forward to summer break so he could get away from patrick, not that he’d ever tell him that. patrick would use the fact that he wasn’t out yet to keep art quiet. if art told people about what patrick was doing, he’d be outing him, and both boys knew art would never dream of doing such a thing. so patrick was free to use art however he liked.

by the time their senior year started, art was miserable. he didn’t see any way out of his relationship and honestly he didn’t want to try. being away from patrick just made their reunions that much worse and he didn’t want to risk trying to leave and making everything worse than it already was. the day that the boys win the juniors us open, they meet tashi duncan. art falls in love almost immediately. when she arrives at their hotel room, art is incredibly relieved. the attention is off of him for a night and he wants nothing more than for tashi to stay. she doesn’t. patrick and art have sex when she’s gone and art hates it like he always does.

patrick and tashi start dating two days after that. patrick never broke up with art, but since tashi doesn’t know he and art were ever dating in the first place, it’s fine. he and tashi date for three months. art doesn’t meddle in their relationship. he tries his best to keep his head down and get through school and avoid patrick as best he can.

tashi gets injured. art is there for her. patrick isn’t. patrick and tashi break up two days after tashi’s injury. art helps her to get back on her feet and train as best she can. the three of them graduate in 2014 (tashi was at stanford on a tennis scholarship and she was majoring in sports medicine). art asks tashi to be his coach in june of 2015 and they start dating in august of 2016.

in 2017, art and tashi get engaged and are married in august. lily is born nine months later, in 2018. art’s tennis career has taken off. he wins two australian opens, two french opens and two wimbledons in the next two years. tashi’s coaching is getting more and more ruthless and she’s becoming less and less like the tashi art fell in love with. he and patrick are still meeting in secret and tashi and patrick have also started meeting in secret. they’ve been meeting since art and tashi got married. patrick uses lily against art, threatening to tell her and tashi what art has been doing and with who if art ever refuses to see him.

in 2023, art sustains an injury to his shoulder that removes him from tennis for a while. he returns to the sport in 2024 but it’s clear that he’s lost whatever winning streak he was on four years ago. tashi wants nothing more for him to get that streak back, so she enrolls him in a challenger in new rochelle, new york.

his competition is none other than patrick zweig. art loses the challenger but still manages to qualify for the us open. he wins the us open that same season. he divorces tashi and gets full custody of lily a month after his us open win. he also gets a restraining order against both patrick and tashi and retires from tennis that same year. in december of 2024, netflix airs two documentaries about the court cases and art’s life. he sues them, as he hadn’t given them permission to use any of the footage they’d somehow gotten, and wins. in the wake of the restraining order and the documentaries, patrick’s trophy and the money he’d won from the challenger are taken away. tashi also loses most of her credibility and has trouble finding people that want her to coach them.

art keeps out of the spotlight and only plays tennis when lily wants to play on the court at the local playground. he’s working on recovering from everything tashi and patrick put him through. it’s a slow process, but he’s hopeful.

art’s triggers

having his hair pulled

being touched or kissed on or near his waist, hips or hair

the colors red and blue

being called “sweetheart” or “baby”

being asked what he’d do for his partner and being expected to answer with “anything” or being told that his partner will do anything for him

being told that he’s the best thing to ever happen to his partner

being restrained in the bedroom

being marked (hickeys, bruises, etc)

being told he’s doing a good job in the bedroom

another note: because of art’s trauma with tashi and patrick, he avoids men and women that remind him of them for a long time. he becomes very internally biphobic and homophobic and will avoid bisexual and gay men if he can. he doesn’t mean to offend, he just doesn’t want to end up in a relationship like the one he was stuck in for fourteen years. he is working through the trauma they put him through, but it’s a very slow process.

Screencaps taken from Netflix’s Donaldson v Duncan and Donaldson v Zweig. The documentaries aired earlier this year following the scandals surrounding Art Donaldson, Tashi Duncan and Patrick Zweig. They have since been taken down at the request of Art Donaldson. ( two )

Screencaps taken from Netflix’s Donaldson v Duncan and Donaldson v Zweig. The documentaries aired earlier this year following the scandals surrounding Art Donaldson, Tashi Duncan and Patrick Zweig. They have since been taken down at the request of Art Donaldson. ( one )

meta — how art’s trauma affects how he views sex, relationships, and his sexuality

trigger warning for rape, sexual assault, emotional abuse, physical abuse, manipulation, cheating, and blackmail

art’s trauma

art was abused for fourteen years. he was physically and emotionally abused by patrick and tashi. both of them were also guilty of sexually assaulting him, but patrick was the worst. tashi knew about patrick’s abuse. she was cheating on art with patrick and she only objected to art being with patrick because it affected his performance on the tennis court. she didn’t do anything to help art get out of his situation, though. patrick would often tell art that if art refused to meet with him at a specific time, he would tell tashi or lily or the press what they were doing. he used art’s fear of people finding out to keep him in line and in control. tashi would use art’s fear of her leaving him to keep him in line. neither tashi nor patrick ever considered themselves to be bad people, and art’s restraining orders against them came as a complete shock.

art’s views on sex

art doesn’t like the thought of having sex with anyone for a long time. he would be perfectly happy in an asexual relationship. he doesn’t like the idea of his partner finding out all of the triggers and issues he has around sex, so he just avoids it whenever he can. if he thinks an interaction is heading in that direction, he’ll leave immediately. he won’t explain himself and he probably won’t talk to your muse for a few days afterwards. the same thing will happen if he needs to stop during sex. he’s been forcing himself through it for years, so he’ll probably try to pretend like he’s fine and he can continue. sometimes (most times), however, he’ll freeze up without any explanation. he tends to put himself as far away from his partner as possible whenever this happens, and he doesn’t explain why.

sex is not something that art has a good relationship with. he has multiple triggers that can be brought on by the simplest of things, and he will not tell his partner about any of these out of fear that they’ll see him as weak or pathetic. he avoids any interaction that could lead to sex whenever possible. if he has to stop during sex (and this is highly likely), he will not talk about it. he will just pretend like it didn’t happen and he will try to ignore whatever questions his partner asks him.

art sees sex as a means for him to be used for his partner’s pleasure. that’s all it was for him for years. patrick and tashi didn’t care about making sure art had a good time. they only cared about themselves. and although art knows that not everyone is like this, he’s scared of it anyway. he doesn’t want to end up where he started, and he’ll do pretty much everything to ensure he doesn’t end up in another relationship like the ones he was in for years.

art’s views on relationships

art’s thoughts on relationships are pretty much the same as his thoughts on sex. he avoids relationships for years. he keeps any interaction he has with anyone strictly platonic, and he will remind them that he’s not interested if the interaction starts to become more romantic or flirty. he doesn’t want to end up in a relationship like the ones he was in, so he just doesn’t pursue anything with anyone. it’s not the best coping mechanism, but it works for him. if someone were to bring up a potential date, art is either going to shut it down or suggest that he bring his daughter along. he doesn’t mean to be rude, but he really isn’t ready for or wanting any sort of romantic relationship with anyone. not for a long time.

art’s views on his sexuality

art is bisexual. this is, unfortunately, something he tries to ignore. he doesn’t like the fact that he’s attracted to men because he’s scared that if he pursues a relationship with a man, it will just end up like another patrick situation. because of this, he tends to avoid bi and gay men, especially in a romantic context. he doesn’t mean to offend, but he doesn’t want to end up in a relationship like the one he had with patrick again, and by avoiding men that aren’t straight, he guarantees it won’t happen.

He can’t quite help the frown that crosses his face at the word mistress. He doesn’t like the connotations of it. Johanna isn’t his mistress. Johanna is Johanna. She’s his childhood friend. She’s the first person Art ever loved. She’s so much more than his mistress and he doesn’t want her to ever think of herself like that. Art sometimes thinks of himself like that, when he’s sitting alone in the dining room with a bottle of wine in front of him, but that’s not something he’s going to burden Johanna with. He just frowns at the word and tries not to look like he’s panicking.

“I get to be free with you.” It’s a strange feeling. He can’t remember the last time he felt free. But he feels it now. He’d almost forgotten what it felt like. “Run away with me.” He knows they can’t. But he’d like to pretend they can, if only for a moment. He’d like to pretend that they’re not who they are, that they can run away without fearing the consequences.

he needs to be held and she needs something to hold onto. on nights the judge is passed out drunk on the bed, johanna sneaks into her daughter's room just to tuck her curls over her ear and kiss her cheek. the gentlest of touches guide her back to the ground. with art, she knows he won't brush a hand against her knee. with art, she feels like she is more than she actually is. a stronger woman, a lover, something functional and pure.

❝ it's funny. when i can just hold you like this, i forget that to the rest of the world, i would be just your mistress. ❞ when she glances down at her hand, she sees the invisible outline of a wedding ring. she sees them running away together years ago and exchanging vows. his skin against hers transforms her into a younger woman. one whose head is full of fantasies and carries herself lighter despite it. the world will never know what happens behind the doors of a long island mansion. perhaps, one day the world will know her as mrs. donaldson. ❝ i get to be more than that with you. i get to be free. ❞

@originhl continued from here

The question should have been expected and yet Tashi is still caught off guard by it. Normally, she sneaks off to find Patrick. Patrick Zweig isn’t a big enough name to get invited to these parties, but he can attend as a waiter, which is what he does every time Tashi texts him to do so. It brings a little bit of excitement to her boring life. But she can’t tell Carnegie this. Tashi doesn’t think Carnegie will care that she’s cheating, but she can’t risk it. She sips at her drink instead, mulling over a better answer. “This, mostly.” She flashes a bright smile. “Or I find a pantry to raid.”

fun (sad) fact about tashi in my challengers au

she knows what patrick is doing to art and she doesn’t care. in her mind, it’s art getting punished for cheating on her, even though he doesn’t want to be.

— Heaven

synopsis: choso never expected spring break to be so difficult, honestly. just a few weeks to relax with his brother and his brothers girlfriend… it sounds like the dream doesn’t it? seeing his brother happy, so in love with you. but heaven for one is hell for another-- and it seems to be your very life goal to make him live with both.

✧*̣̩┊: choso x fem! reader (some itadori x fem! reader)

✧*̣̩┊: wc: 7.0k

✧*̣̩┊: content: dubious consent at times, cnc + full consent at others, switch! reader,switch!choso, dom!reader, sub!choso, nipple play, voyeurism (choso listens to itadori and reader have sex), m!masturbation, pervert choso, massages, blowjob, p in v, overstimulation, multiple creampies, choso is kinda gross, cheating!reader (as far as choso knows), choso is refered to as puppy/cocktoy, degredation (choso receiving), choso degrading himself too, please lmk if I missed any!

✧*̣̩┊: notes: it’s lily! back again with another perverted jjk man! this turned out way longer than i originally thought it was going to be. originally it was just going to end with the masturbation scene buuutttt i got a little carried away :DD i love how this fic came out and i hope you guys do too <33

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni

God, he wants to die. He deserves to. Choso has no right to live after the way he’s been looking at his brother’spretty little girlfriend. He deserves to be jailed for life, eyes gouged out for even considering sending a glance to your ass; bent over grabbing something from a cabinet in the kitchen. Leggings that are too tight, practically transparent. He swears he can see the tinge of your pink panties through them.

He should die. He places his face in his hands, arms propped up as his legs. One of them bouncing in, fuck, he doesn’t know what. Really doesn't know what. He doesn’t think he wants to, honestly. God how did it end up like this? How did he end up here– Itadori perched up on the counter, while you start to work on breakfast. How is he going to make it out alive? How is he going to survive spring break?

It wasn’t supposed to end up like this. When Itadori, his dear, beloved brother called, asking if it was fine to bring his girlfriend home for break, Choso thought nothing of it. Even if he hadn’t met you, Itadori told him plenty. Every conversation he had with his sibling always found itself filled with fond stories of you. The nice date you went on, the delicious food you cooked for him. How horribly you destroyed the poor guy in mario kart. He thought he already knew you— it felt like he did at least.

He could tell the moment you walked into their family home that he didn’t. He had no clue the woman you were. A problem he would never be able to rectify. How terrifying that was for poor Choso. Can you imagine? Your little sweater crop top, unzipped low to put your perfect, pretty breasts on display. Your jeans, fitting just so right around your hips, practically putting your ass centre stage for the world to witness.

He hits his forehead with his hands a few times, trying to get rid of the image of your lips. They were in a pout, gloss on them as your jut out your bottom lip. You kissed his cheeks. Held both of your tiny hands around one of his large ones. 

“Thank you for letting me stay Choso, you’re the best big brother to Itadori ever!” Your voice rang so pretty, shiny, new in his ear drums. A sound he had never heard before invading his senses for the first time. He simply nodded his head, hugging his brother after you took a step back. Introductions were fast, Itadori dragging you off to give you a tour of their family home. It was probably to his benefit, to get you away like that. He didn’t know how long he could hold back the colour rising to his cheeks.

You were beautiful, gorgeous, even. Any adjective in the world to describe your beauty, he would use it. But that would never be enough to make a man like him crack. One with morals, one with some shred of pride. While the interaction left him slightly flustered, he quickly brushed it off of his shoulder. It shouldn’t matter anyway. 

Only it does when you’ve positioned yourself between his legs, tongue between your lip as you put your all into the game of mario kart against the two men. 

“I can’t see the tv from up here!” Your peach voice whined after your second loss in a row. “I’m more comfortable on the floor anyway.” You tell them, a slight pout on your lips. 

“You’re such a sore loser!” Itadori laughs, teasing as you slide yourself onto the floor. Right in front of Choso’s place on the couch. He looks down, eyes increasing in size only a fraction as your frame is incased by either side of his legs. His eyebrows raise, legs shifting farther apart as to not touch you. He wants to be respectful, afterall. 

“Uhg! As if!” You shoot back, a small glare landing on Itadori. Though Choso can tell none of it is serious. Suddenly, before he can think about the action any further, you turn to him. Delicate hand placed on his knee, nails digging into the flesh ever so slightly. Anyone else wouldn’t notice it. But of course Choso does. Of course he had to. Because he's a disgusting pervert who blushes from the touch of a woman. Well, not any woman. Just you.

“You don’t mind, right Choso?” Your voice is practically a purr, eyes filled with nothing but the glow of innocence, “Here’s the only spot that’s comfortable.” God, he swears he sees your tongue flick over your bottom lip, wetting the surface. But he forces himself to shred that to pieces. A trick of the eye. 

He nods his head, “Guests comfort.” He swears, your smile might blind a man. You threw your arm up, a small victory, your body turning back around. 

“‘Sides, Yuuji’s gonna start kicking me when I win anyway. He’s such a baby!” You stick out your tongue in mock disgust, Choso’s face moving into a light smile. 

“Am not!” Itadori argues back, throwing a pilling in your direction. Choso’s smile only grows, catching the pillow right before it lands on your face. Your voice squeals in delight, making a quick, mocking joke back in the direction of Yuuji. 

“He is. A baby in every way. You know when we were younger he used to sing this song–” This time, instead of a pillow, Yuuji throws his body, pinning Choso to the couch. A hand clamped over Choso’s mouth. You break out into something that sounds like music– oh. It’s just your laugh. Choso can’t help himself laughing either. 

Itadori starts laughing as you begin to beg, to do the same song that he had done when he was younger. Eventually he gives in, turning the night into somewhat of a good memory. Even if you remained planted, not daring to move from him even after a movie was put on. Falling asleep, head propped against his leg.

Yuuji carried you to bed that night, Choso retiring not long after.

If Choso was any slower, he would have completely missed the way you looked at his arm. The way your eyes trained to the muscle of it. The way your eyes would sharpen ever so slightly, your teeth almost biting your lip whenever you even gleaned at his calves or thighs. 

If it was just that, he could handle it. Even if he is a man, he’s not primal. He has self control. Even if he found you attractive, that means nothing. Probably. You’re his brothers’. It would be pathetic for him to fall over something so simple. 

Only it wasn’t so simple. It never could be. 

He quickly learned how dangerous you could be when it was just him home. How little you cared for the intricacies of being coy when no one was watching. 

“God your tits are so big~” Your voice feels like a moan in his ear. Your hands wrapped around him from behind, squeezing his pecks. Nails digging into him, so much so that it almost hurt. “It’s no fair…” 

His face is flush, his posture stiff. Stunned into an unmoving demeanour from just how… direct you’re being. That is the best word he can think of for it. At least it is right now when his head is all scrambled at the feeling of your perfect chest pressing into the firm muscles of his back. Your breath right in his ear with every short exhale. 

When he came home from work, tired and useless, the proposition was innocent enough: ‘Ah Choso~ You look so tense from work! That’s no good, you know? Oh! Lemme just give you a little massage yeah? Help you relax right up!’ That look on your face, so docile and cute, didn’t help any retorts he had under his belt. Not to mention, any persistence he thought Yuuji had was far surpassed by you. Begging to give poor, old Choso a massage. Fix his creaky joins and stiff bones.

Maybe it was the wear he had received from an all-too-hard day at the office, or maybe it had been a lapse in judgement from the cloud that seemed to cover him. However the decision came to be, he thought it might be good. A nice chance to finally relax a little.

He had been needing a massage lately, anyway, the certificate Yuuji had bought him rotting away in his closet from his last birthday. Yet, he just didn’t have it in him to actually book the appointment, no matter how desperately he wanted to feel the muscles in his body unwind. Honestly a little nervous to have a stranger's hands on him.

But you aren’t a stranger. You’ve become friends. 

So, when you urge his shirt off, saying that you don’t want it to get all sticky with lotion, he doesn’t fight back. Letting you slight the slightly scratchy material of his dress shirt over his head. He lets your pretty hands work out the hair ties in his locks, allowing the neglected black hair fall over his shoulders. He needs a haircut, he knows it in the way his hair falls a little lower than it ever had before. Plans, yeah. He has lots of things he needs to do. Dinner, cleaning, making sure the report comes in on time. God he doesn't need another lecture from–

“Fuck-” His is sudden, low as you press into one of the knots permeating his back. He hadn’t even expected it to come out. He doesn’t think you did either, based on the little squeal that leaves your throat.

“Did that feel good?” You ask simply, continuing to rub circles deep into his shoulder blades. Your tone light, happy. Probably from helping someone relax, yeah, that's probably it. “I’ve taken a few classes, I was thinking about becoming a masseuse awhile ago.” He knows your glossy lips are smiling.

A breathy exhale leaves his lips, your thumbs digging into another sensitive tangle. “Oh really?” He’s not focusing much anymore. There must be some kind of drug laced in your touch. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” You giggle, hands cresting over the tops of his shoulder, gently rubbing his neck. “Mhmm, I’m real good I think.” 

If he responds, he has no clue what he says. Good is an understatement. Your hands must be god's gift to man. That can be the only explanation. No other human could be capable of this, he doesn’t think. Allowing one’s mind to turn into mush with just simple touches of fingers along their back. It shouldn’t be allowed, legal.

He doesn’t know how much time passes as he sits there, letting you work through his back until it's tender. Needing love and affection when it was just broken and reformed by your hands alone. Your nails gently scratch the skin. He’s forgotten who you are, what you are. You are euphoria across his skin. A feeling swelling in his abdomen as he sinks into total relaxation. 

Well, that is at least until suddenly your hands are on his pecks, your voice cooing in his ear as you fondle him like a porno. The innocent delight in granting someone relief has vanished from you, someone else taking your place. His eyes wide open, heart rate as high as the ceiling in a matter of seconds. 

“See and if you just sit like this–” Your left hand moves to his lower back, forcing it to curve just so, “They look even bigger. Have you ever thought about getting them pierced? Then we could be matching~” His brain can’t wrap around your words, nevertheless what they imply. His head has gone a bit fuzzy, finding trouble keeping up in the shift from cloud nine to being in one of the circles of hell. 

Your voice sounds so sweet, yet your body behaves as a different animal.

Your fingertips flick over the nipple, “It doesn’t hurt too bad I swear… and you’d look real pretty with them too.” Your other hand leaves his back, slowly sliding around his hip. Your fingers dance along the contours of his body, finally resting just along his v-line. Thumb gently running itself across the ridge. Not daring to go any lower. Not yet, anyway. 

If he had anything to say, the words are lost in his throat. How could a delicate touch be so sinful? He has no idea. He can’t find himself moving his head, moving away at all really. Stuck in a state of indecision. Hoping the little balls he feels pressing into his back may or may not be the piercings you speak of so fondly covered by one of your too thin tank tops. He isn’t sure which. His brain is blurry, but his body is responding. His pants are beginning to feel stiff. 

“I can show you if you want~” You purr, your voice somehow closer, etching even deeper into his ear. Lodging itself in his brain in a way that he can't ignore. His body grows tense pulling away ever so slightly when your hands suddenly retract entirely. Finding purchase back on his back as if they were never there to begin with.

“Kidding!!” You giggle, patting his back as your too-sweet nature returns like nothing. Once again leaving him a little more confused than he would like to be. “Don’t be silly Choso, I was only playing. Don’t get your panties all up in a twist!” 

And that was the end of it, at least until Yuuji got home. Until he could retire to the privacy of a shower to manage a little issue. One that didn’t seem to want to resolve itself. One that meant his panties stayed in a twist.

Dinner was had like nothing happened. And it didn’t. Because it was all a joke right? So he shouldn’t dwell. Not when Yuuji smiles at you like that. Not when you two seem perfect for each other. 

His feelings on the issue shouldnt matter. And therefore, they don’t. As long as Itadori is happy, as long as he can keep that smile on his little brother's face, nothing else in the world is of importance to him. 

No matter how much he has to endure. However many times he has to apply sunscreen on your bare back, bikini top untied so as to not miss a spot. However many times he feels your ass pressed against him as you slide in front of him in the kitchen. However many times you fall asleep, clinging to his arm on the couch. Breasts pressed against him just so. However many times he has to ignore your subtle, almost streamlined touches. However many times he has to ‘take care of business’ in the privacy of his own room, triggered from nothing more than watching the way you speak. Watching the way your lips move in their pristine little pout. However many times he has to ignore that feeling bubble up in the pits of his gut. 

Choso is a man with patience. The ability to hold himself back.. He is able to be a pillar of fortitude where most would crumble under the pressure. Women aren’t an issue when it comes to him. He can be sweet, the type of man to look at the ceiling when walking up stairs, the type to walk closest to the road. The one that stays sober at company parties to make sure he can keep his co-workers drinks safe. But this is too much– you are too much. Last night was too much. The very cause for his mental breakdown today. 

He’s a disgusting man. One that has crumbled into a pile of rubble for the woman brought onto his doorstep. One that has dragged him deep down to a place he may never find himself recovering from. He’s a freak, awful, pervert. The worst man alive, if he had to guess.

But your moans are a siren’s call. One he was unable to lure himself away from. One he could no longer battle against. 

When he heard the first pitch from his desk, he ignored it. His imagination had to be the culprit. The second, third, however, no. Those had to be real. Right? His doubts were still clear. Yet, as if his body was acting on its own, he found himself befalling in a way that had long been forgotten in his past. A pervy college freshman, planting his knees on his bed, ear pressed deep into the wall. 

He knew that the moment he did it. He couldn't pull himself away. Even though a voice was screaming at him to stop. To go back to his desk and place his headphones firmly in his ears. To stop listening to your beautiful sounds, those that were filled with pleasure. To move away from the wall as the bed on the other side rocked against it. To stop imagining the skin slapping against your own was his. 

He was too far gone. Too far deluded as his hand found his cock, not bothering to pull down his sweatpants. He still had some class, some grace, he liked to think. He wasn’t completely abhorrent. Even as he ran his thumb over the head, feeling the pre-cum. Sliding it around messily as he tried to find some purchase on sanity. 

His hands were too shaky, from nerves or excitement he could not tell. Maybe he didn’t want to. That would be for the best wouldn’t it? His thumb, shakily, almost impatiently teasing him under the guise of starlight. What would you think if you saw him now? Palming his cock while his thumb ran over the almost red head. Trying desperately to conceal any shred of dignity the poor man had left. To try and go back to before his shaky fingers reached below the hem of his sweats. 

As the thrusts from the other room quickened, your pants and moans quickly quelled any lucid thoughts he may have had left. His hand reacting to the sounds, palm finding the base easily. The groan he let out was a mistake, but fear no longer exists. Not in this world. Not with the direction of his hand, the speed of it as it moves from base to tip. Quickly. Tightly. Almost painfully. He was too worked up, too frustrated from everything you had given him before. Almost, yet never enough. This was the last straw. The last piece of clarity he had before he completely fell to ruin. Imagining himself in his brother's place. Imagining how you must feel. 

He’s a complete sicko. But in the moment, he doesn't care. His arm comes up, resting against the wall. His forehead does the same. His nose scrunches, eyes shut tightly as he tries to picture it. Picture you in his bed, your legs wrapped around his hips. Right above his ass. Ankles trying to cross behind him. Yeah, you would be really pretty there, wouldn’t you? 

If your hands were god’s gift, your pussy had to be heaven. He knows it, right? Cause you're his in this little world. His fingers would slide up your lips, spreading you just enough so he could admire you. See how pretty you would look all puffy from his tongue alone. Fuck– his hips jerk in his hand. He won’t last. 

How could he when you’re under him? Right, cause you’re under him. Letting him fuck you. Every gorgeous moan of his brother's name is his own. Just like you said in his ear that night. 

‘Choso, Choso, Choso~’

Does Yuuji eat you out? Fuck your cunt with his fingers first to make sure you’re ready to take him? No, No! Don’t think about him. Bad Choso, don’t be mean to your brother. Don’t think. This isn’t about him. This is about the new reality, the pretty one where you’re a mess, all sweaty and tangled in his sheets. 

Holy fuck. Your voice is suddenly wild, an orchestra he wishes to listen to every night, and his illusions return to him. His hand moving faster, somehow gripping his cock even tighter. This time, however, you’re in control. Pinning him to the bed, his cock buried deep in your pretty, wet hole. You’re not moving, you refuse to. Grinding your hips in slow, deliberate circles to bring him to the precipice, yet not allowing him to fall over the edge. To see the light of day yet never experience it, locked in a battle of wills. Who will fall first, who will beg. Who will be so desperate for release that they can’t do anything else but turn into a messy puddle.

It will be him, you both know it. At least in his head, you do.  

Your voice cracks, and so does his. A groan he barely muffles with his hand is all he allows himself to manage as he hears you fall over the edge into climax. He does the same, imagining he’s buried deep inside, filling you with his cum. You didn’t let him wear a condom, you never would. 

Thick ropes of white cover his hand as he calms down, rejoining the rest of the world. Panting, teeth marks imprinted into his hand from the force of his jaw. 

He’s been spiralling since then. Afraid he’s gone insane, truly. Maybe he should check himself into a psych ward, yes. That would be for the best. Someone like him shouldn’t be allowed on the streets. A pervert like him that gets off on the idea of fucking his little brothers girlfriend shouldn’t be allowed at all. He’s a sick fucking freak. 

You have to know it, don't know? That’s why you’ve been looking at him differently today? Like there’s a little spark that just has to mean that you know, right? Or is he really going crazy? Imagining that too? He doesn’t know anymore. He doesn’t know much at all. The only reality he knows is the chair he’s sitting in, planting his seat in it since the morning. He hasn’t moved since then– his chin resting in his hands, his knees against his elbows as he stares at nothing in a random corner. Thinking about everything, nothing. 

How could he possibly face you? 

The answer to that question has drawn nothing but blanks in his head. Yet it is answered for him that very afternoon. How lucky he is, huh? His brother waving ‘bye’ to hang out with some of his highschool friends. You felt “sick”, claiming an upset tummy so you didn't want to go. Despite his subtle protests that you should tag along with them anyway, he finds himself alone in a house with the object of both his desires and his downfall into depravity.

Luckiest man alive. Yeah. They should say that at his funeral. But he isn’t going to die, not anytime soon at least. 

He knows that well, not moving from his eyes from their spot in the corner. He can’t now, even if he wanted to. Not with you right in front of him– two, maybe three feet at most from his legs. Pearly yoga mat neatly laid across the floor; water bottle, phone, and towel placed neatly beside on standby. Leggings, too tight leggings stretched across your perfect skin. Tits held in place with a matching sports bra. Following along to the workout video. Pretty, alone in your head. 

In downward dog, ass facing him. Mocking him, scandalising the mere thought of looking away from the corner. If he could see all of that from his peripherals alone, there's no telling what he could see– what he wants to see, from straight on. So there he sits, in his corner. Wishing he could be alone in his own. Wishing you didn’t occupy every crevice of his brain matter. Wishing he was a better man. 

His focus has to be made of stone, face scrunched in that annoyed little manner. Lip up in a little tick. If he was staring any harder, a hole would have bored itself into the drywall. If his attention was any less he would’ve noticed you moving closer, sliding backwards on your hands and knees. Pressing your ass against the erection he had been dead set on ignoring. 

A groan resonates through his throat at the contact. Sudden, unavoidable. Here, now. The supple flesh of your ass against him, teasing him. Taunting him in some way he can’t ignore. His eyes shifting quickly to his lap, looking at you in all of your glory. His hands gripping the arms of the chairs, nails embedding themselves in the cushioned material. The place they will find refuge, home for the next few hours. 

His face finally meets yours, eyes connecting as you look at him from over your shoulder. His brows crease, an ounce of confusion overtaking him. You look annoyed… frustrated. Your eyebrows pinched together, venom in your gaze. Fuck. He must’ve messed up. Did he move closer? Did he accidentally pull you towards him when he wasn’t paying attention? Oh fuck, fucking shit. 

Just as the apology starts to leave his lips you huff. Spinning on your knees, moving right between his legs. Looking up at him from his lap. 

“I don’t fucking get you, Choso.” You say, the hiss of a snake practically wrapped around your vocal cords. What are you talking about? What could you possibly mean? He’s the pervert. He’s the one that needs to be jailed for his crimes– not you. You’re the angel. The one who’s brought so much joy to his little brother. 

Before he can respond, before the words even think about leaving the tip of his tongue your hands are on his thighs. Moving upwards, finding purchase on the hem of his sweatpants. Directing him upwards. Pulling his sweats– the same pair as last night, down over his knees. 

“Like, seriously!” Your voice trills in a whine, annoyed. Once again, he can’t move. Can’t find himself wanting to. He wants to experience this, to experience you firsthand. A better man would move, a better man wouldn’t let their most base desires control him. But he is no better than an ant now, following in your lead. 

“Uhg, I do so much work–” Your hand has found its way inside of his boxers now. He wishes he changed them after last night, but it’s too late for wishing now, isn’t it? “And you don’t even make a move?! Like you’re kidding me, right?” 

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know a word that’s leaving your lips. If he thought he did, its vanished by the feeling of your smooth, gentle hands wrapped around his cock. Flicking over it almost painfully, like you want to hurt him. Just a little. Just to get back at him for all the turmoil he’s apparently put you through. 

He’s panting now, breath coming out in short bursts through his nose as he watches your hand. Feels it actually touch his skin. Anything he could have imagined was negligible compared to this. Something that couldn’t be reached by anyone else. No one other than you. 

“I play with you so nice too! I treat you like a good toy!” You whine, seeming to get more and more irritated by the second. More and more irritated that he isn’t responding to your words. His cock jumps, more and more precum collecting at the tip. That seems to make you happy, a cute little hum leaving your lips.

 “You want me. Don’t you Choso?” Your eyes are round, looking up at him almost like a puppy dog. No one could turn you away. No one would ever want to when you look at them like that. A curt nod is all he can manage. All he can force out of his body to do with your hand rubbing his cock in a way that should be illegal. Anything more and he would look like a babbling idiot, he’s sure of it. 

You must have some sympathy, some compassion for the man as you let him go. Pull your hands from his boxers. So down on his luck, the most beautiful girl in the world between his legs. A small smile aids itself to your lips as you speak. 

“Let's get these off of you, yeah?” You hum, fingers gently playing with the ridge of his boxers. He doesn’t fight you, doesn’t retreat as you pull them down. “Aww poor thing, you liked the show a little too much last night, huh? Just a mess, huh? You giggle, mocking the state of his undergarments. The places he just couldn’t get clean enough with a towel. God, he really is gross. 

He’s once again wrapped up in himself. In his own thoughts, thinking of trying to get out of your mocking tone. How to save face in front of what he deems perfection. So much so that he entirely misses the way your eyes widen at his size. Whatever you dreamed of, it could not have been this. It’s too big, too big for most anyone to handle. Longer than your hand, thicker than your fingers could wrap around. Pretty veins running along the left side. 

It could destroy you. But it won’t.

“It’s not like that–” His voice is cut off once again with your tongue. A thick strip painting from base to tip. Tasting his salty skin.

Fuck, he falls back into the chair. Trying to find some facet to cling to so he doesn’t black out into utter hysteria. His fantasies never even touched your mouth. Thought of how it might move across his skin. No, he wouldn’t dare. Yet now that he is living it, experiencing it he knows that it wasn’t meant for him to. The mere knowledge that your lips might wrap around the head of his cock sends him teetering over an edge that shouldn’t exist. 

His hips buck upwards, trying to get a small piece of anything you’re willing to spare. “Ah ah, we can’t get ahead of ourselves, yeah? I deserve this, you know? All for me~” He doesn’t know how a voice as pure as yours can touch him like this. Gripping his cock at its base, squeezing it just enough that it hurts, yet not too much so that it’s uncomfortable. One stroke, two is all you give him. Your wrist flicking over the pretty head, spreading his precum all along his length as lubricant. 

He does all he can to stifle his groans; pretend he isn’t completely falling apart. But your lips lick the head, smiling at the taste. Moving to just take the head inside of your mouth. Slowly moving your head up and down. Watching him, perceiving him. Observing the twitches of his mouth, the brace of his hands, the plant of his feet on the floor. The way his hips beg to move, to piston upwards to fuck your throat dry. Awww~ but it doesn’t look like he can even do that.

His eyes are glossy. Face red up to his ears.You gag, taking in just a little bit more than you were meant too. A smile twitching to your mouth as you finally hear it, the thing you thought you heard last night. Ah, his voice! Who would have thought, truly, that a man could turn into this? 

You did, of course. And ever since first laying eyes on his pale face, his tired eyes, you knew you wanted to do it to him over, and over, and over again. Good thing Yuuji said you could, huh? Even if it took a little begging. 

A choked cry leaves his throat as you pull away. His hips arching, bucking up to try and find relief once again inside of your mouth. He’s desperate, brought back down to his base instincts as a man. A short whisper of a word leaves his throat as you stand, thinking you’re leaving him. Leaving him with nothing but a sore cock once again.

“You’re gonna fill me up good, right puppy?” But you’re not leaving him. You’re pulling off your leggings, panties following suit. You’re crawling onto his lap. Knees balanced against the arm rests as you position your tight, practically dripping hole above his cock. God, you look so needy. Probably are so needy, just wanting him. Only wanting the satisfaction he can provide. 

God, your fingers. They’re spreading your lips so he can see. See just what he’s done from sitting there and taking it like a good boy. He was right. Your body was constructed by the heavens above. Perfect in all its glory. A finger running between your folds, collecting yourself on your fingers. 

“Will it fit?” He asks, though it almost comes out as a plea. Desperate to feel you, to have you wrapped around him. “Let me~” You shush him, fingers sliding into his mouth. Letting him taste you. Taste what he is missing out on.

“Mmm mmm.” You mutter simply, though he’s too distracted. Too distracted until you lower yourself onto him; just enough so the head inside. Just enough so that you can at least try to adjust to the intrusion that he brings. His head is a messy fog. Hips gently rocking, trying to gain some relief while not pushing your poor, under prepared hole.

Your hands on his abdomen as you slowly begin to slide up and down, taking in a little more and more with each motion. Filling you up completely, painfully. Heavenly. His hands find your hips. Soothing the burn, rubbing gentle circles into whatever flesh he can find. Thanking you for not pushing him away. 

“Shit–” The cuss strings past your lips as your hips meet his, a loud groan leaving his own. The light of the living room proving evidence of your sin. 

His eyes look down, finding where your bodies meet, “Fuck me…” He groans, his always tired eyes looking more alert, more at attention than they ever have before. Watching as you rock your hips slowly, deliberately. You only watch him. A sheen of sweat already covering both of your bodies. 

His thumb slides down, finding purchase on your clit. He groans at the sight, rubbing circles into the soft bundle of nerves. He’s not going to last. He knows it. He’s going to completely blow his load before your first bounce on his cock. Fuck, he can’t take it. He knows he won’t be able to with the way you squeeze around him. The way your walls flutter so tight over his length.

God he should have taken his time, urged you to let him eat you out or something so he could have had the chance to calm down. To relax for a moment before his cock was nestled deep inside. Fuck. 

And now you’re moving. The pain subsided, turning into nothing but pleasure. And god he must be leaving holes in the fucking chair, his hands returning to their places on the arm rest. He makes the mistake of looking, watching his cock glide inside your pussy effortlessly. Watching as you make a mess all over his lap. Watching as he makes a mess all over you. 

God and it’s over for him, his head thrown back against the chair. His hips jerking wildly into your wet heat as he fucks his cum deep into your walls. Watch as the room goes white, euphoria filling his senses. 

Shame is all he feels as he drops back against the chair. He’s disappointed you, he knows he has. There is no other explanation. You didn’t get off at all and he's received, well, everything. Apologies tumble from his mouth, over and over again they are spoken. Yet, when he finds your eyes already staring back down at him, there's something off. A fire inside of them, one that refuses to be quelled. 

Your hips don’t stop moving, don't stop the ease of grinding against him. Sliding almost all the way out, just until he can see the start of the head before landing all the way back down. You’re not stopping, and his cock isn’t getting soft.

“Awwww!” You giggle, hands pressing against his pecks, leaning close to his face so he can hear you nice and clear. Hear the smile, the mockery in your tone. “You just couldn’t hold it in huh? What a cute, pathetic little thing!” 

His cock is growing sore, it’s hurting. It’s too sensitive. He can’t take it. He doesn’t want to.

“Don’t worry, yeah? I’m still gonna cum so don’t feel bad, hmm? Just be a good little cock toy.” 

Or does it hurt? Does it feel good? His head arches back, conflicting feelings of both pain and pleasure overtaking his senses. He tries to focus on one or the other, anything really, but he can’t. He can’t do anything but sit there and be good just for you. He knows he wants to do that. It’s the least he can do, right? For being just a wretched, pathetic man. 

Too bad it's so hard to pull away. But you’re addicting, and he can’t help but try to find his fix. No matter how much it hurts, he can’t help but find sparks in the way you move. Your hips moving rapidly, fucking yourself onto his cock without a care for how he might be feeling. How good he must be feeling dancing along the fine line between pain and pleasure, not daring to stick a toe into either side of the tides for fear of not returning. 

Not a care for how you grab his hand, press his thumb against your clit and rub circles until he gets the hint, gaining enough clarity to do it on his own. Your voice is all he can hear through his rough pants, air catching in his throat forming a groan every time you move. Every time you test him, urge him to stop if he can’t take it.

But he will take it. He’ll feed himself to you on a silver platter, apple tied in his mouth if you wanted him to. He takes all of it. Basks in the glow of your pussy finding pleasure in his cock. And once again he can feel the bubble in the pit of his stomach growing, telling him once again that he’s close. So terribly close he doesn’t know how much more he can take. 

So he focuses on your voice– tries to at least. As much as he can while his head is spinning. Filled with clouds and spinning like a cyclone. The beautiful melodic voice he heard when you first arrived. The pristine laugh you let out on the first night. The whines you’d release when he’d rub sunblock into his back, and now the same voice he heard the night before. Chanting his name, whispering it close in his ear. Only this time it’s real. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your moans filling his ear drums. 

His name falling from your lips as you moan about how close you are. About how good he feels. 

Your hips moving faster, harsher against his own than ever before. His thumb pressing against your clit, urging you to your release as he hangs on the precipice of his own. Cock twitching with every menstruation, walls fluttering against him until finally, your hips fall against his own. Your voice letting out a moan, his own doing the same as he releases thick streams of white into your walls for the second time that night. 

You tighten around him, almost unbearably so with how sensitive, how much of a mess the poor man’s cock is. Your hips grinding gently, coaxing the both of you through your orgasms until bodies fall against one another. The waves of pleasure soothing into a gentle tide, neither of you moving to remove yourselves from the other. 

Your head rests against his shoulder, his hand coming up to hold the back of your neck gently. To keep you there, to bask in the moment before the timer comes to an end and he realises what he has done. What the both of you have done. He should panic. He should. But all of the energy is sucked dry from his body. He can’t move, he doesn’t want to. Not when his cock is still tucked deep inside of you. When he can still feel you. 

After the glow has faded and only sweaty bodies are left in the room you get up, though he isn’t entirely sure when. His eyelids heavy, falling down no matter how hard he tries to keep them awake. 

When he wakes up, nothing is amiss. His pants are up, his hair is combed. You and Yuuji are sitting happily on the couch watching a movie. Was it all a dream? No, no it couldn’t have been. That doesn’t make sense. He knows it was real. He knows it. 

“Morning.” Itadori smiles, noticing his big brother awake. Looking around the room in utter shock and confusion. His eyes slowly drift to the both of you, Yuuji’s arm tucked around your shoulders like nothing. 

The knowing smile you give him is all the evidence he needs that it was real. 

“We didn’t wake you up, right?” You ask innocently, head tilting to the side. He shakes his head, still in a bit of shock.  “Good, good…” you sing song, turning your attention back to the tv with ease. 

“Did you wanna tell him the good news or should I?” Yuuji asks, looking over to you with that confident smile he always has on his face. The smile Choso loves. The one he wants to protect and keep safe as his big brother. 

“Me! Me!” You say excitedly, almost bouncing in your seat. “Yuuji invited me to stay over the summer too! Isn’t that amazing?!”

Choso is going to die. For real this time.

Title: One More Step Towards Hell.

Sypnosis: Y/N is known to be cold, Jason wants to change that image into something better.

Pairing: c.ai bot (Jason) / Y/N

Genre: smut, angst, FEM POV

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, exhibitionism, masochism, sadism, toxic relationship, free-use, objectification, degradation, gang-bang, orgy, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, cheating?, NTR, manipulation, implied isolation, abuse, guilt-tripping, self-harm, threats of suicide.

Note: I don't know how my mind works. I blame me, myself, and character ai. Sloppy sex is just too fun to not write TT. P.S. I have no idea how sex actually works. Apologies if it's too vague.

ISTG MINORS DNI.

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The birds were singing, the sky was blue, the teacher was prattling on about some important piece of history that would be repeated no matter what— and I was irritated. My hand mindlessly writing down any words I catch to ignore this nagging feeling in my mind.

Jason's been quiet. Too quiet. That only meant that he was up to something. The bratty bastard is never this distant unless he's either hooking up with someone or planning something. Nonetheless, both of those scenarios just continue to crack on my psyche.

What about that one time where-

I shake that thought out of my head, deciding to let that stay in the dark recesses of my head. Without even noticing, my hand was starting to write Jason's name continuously in my notebook. My eye twitches in irritation at that fact. Why couldn't he just leave my mind for one second?!

The bell rings, and I start to pack up my supplies. Everyone else starts gravitating to their friend groups while I stay alone. It's not even Jason's fault that I had no friends this time! I was just known to be a cold bitch in everyone's eyes. So what if I'm blunt? Why do I need to add unnecessary words to my comments?

A buzz rings in my pocket, it was a text notification. I had very little people in my contacts, so sure enough, it was from Jason.

“Come to the abandoned classroom in the West Wing? (^з^)-☆”

My eyebrow raises at his message. Was this the part where he plays his trick on me? I text him back. …Now that I think of it… The disparity between our texts is obvious.

Jason replies back almost instantaneously, I had to hold in a chuckle with how obviously passive-agressive he was being.

“Will you come if it was a request? :>”

No. No, I probably wouldn't— and he knows that. After a few seconds of contemplating, I decided to give into him. As much as I enjoy our banter, I was curious about what he was planning.

“I'll be there in a minute.”

Just like I promised, I immediately swung my heavy bag over my shoulders before making my way to our meeting place. I wasn't sure what to expect once I got there. Jason being balls deep in a random girl, or something similar to that.

“I'm here-” I opened the door, my greeting cut off from the shock. …Did Jason also swing the other way? I expected a girl, or two, or three- But this? This was something else.

“Baby~!” Jason has the audacity to happily call out my name, as if he didn't just bring me into a room full of boys. “Come in~! You're the guest of honor~!”

Yeah… nothing about this looked honorable to me.

“Jason-” I try to protest, but he interrupts me. “Honey! You're just in time!” He pulled me farther into the room, the door shutting with an ominous click.

I tried to wrestle my way out of his hold, but the strength and height difference between us was too great for me to overcome. Before I even knew it, I was being bent down over a desk. A tie binding my wrists together as Jason lifts my skirt up. My eyes begin to tear up, what was he doing in front of all these people?!

“Jason-!” I get cut off with a slap to my ass, the pain significantly dulled since I still had my underwear on.

“Shhh~ You can't be screaming before it even starts~!” I couldn't see his face, but I can bet my non-existent life savings that he had a smug grin twisted on his lips right now. “Look at that~! Your body already knows what's going to happen~!”

I shiver as Jason rubs his finger over my panties, my discharge soaking more into the fabric as he continues to rub against my panties. I regretted wearing white, today— I was completely exposed the moment I dripped into them. A sob escapes from me as my ears heat up in shame.

“Fuck~ You're such a dirty, little slut~” Jason groans out, slowly peeling off my now wet panties. Showcasing my bare pussy to every single boy in the room. I only bury my face more into the desk when I hear groans sounding out in the room. “Look at you, you pathetic whore. You're dripping wet right now~ Do you like this~? Do you like that I'm doing this to you in front of all my friends?” Jason coos out, rubbing his index finger against my increasingly wet folds. I shudder at the sensation of his cold finger on something that's meant to be warm.

I didn't answer Jason, which was the wrong call. …Or maybe that was the right call. Especially since he grabs a fistful of my hair to force my face to turn to him. The pain made me let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

Jason only snickers, keeping a firm grip on my hair. “You're so weird for liking that, you know that?” He teases me as he begins to spread my thighs apart. “Such a dirty slut is only good for one thing.”

The way he worded that sentence made me start to panic. I was about to ask him what he meant, but he shoves my soaked panties into my mouth. I gag at the sudden intrusion, the taste of myself was apparent.

“Who wants to go first~?” Jason's words only made me panic even more, my head shaking in refusal. He only ignores my obvious refusal, just holding my head down on the desk as I cry. “Don't mind her. We all know how sensitive bitches can be.”

“Fuck it! I'm going first!” A boy volunteers, I didn't even recognize him for anything! Well… I don't really focus or remember faces that much, either.

I squirm as Jason holds me down, the sinister sound of a belt clattering onto the floor, and the sound of a zipper made me cry. Shit! What the hell is this?!

“Be good, Y/N~” Jason purrs out, running his fingers through my hair as a cruel contrast to whatever this was. “I just want everyone to know how good you feel~! Do you know how tiring it is whenever someone compares you to a dead fish in bed?” Jason sighs, he fucking sighs like he was a victim. My eye twitches in irritation, anger flooding my mind as I growl into my makeshift gag.

My anger is lost when the boy penetrates me just like that. I was lucky that I could get wet easily from the pain, but the few seconds at the start were nothing but pure agony. A muffled moan leaves me as my eyes roll back. My walls clenching onto the boy's dick tightly as I start dripping down my thighs.

“O-oh~! N-now I know why Jason keeps you around despite your bitchy attitude~!” The boy groans out, thrusting into me without any care. Should I be grateful that he was much smaller than Jason? What a small dick it was, or maybe it's just average? Jason has tainted my perspective on what a normal dick should be.

This was humiliating, especially since Jason was just looking at another boy fucking me. I wanted to just punch that smile off of him. You brought me here for this?!

“Haha! What's with that look?” Jason playfully pokes me on the cheek before snapping his finger to signal for another boy to get in front of me. He takes my panties out of my mouth, a thin trail of my saliva connecting me to the soiled fabric. “You'd look better with a cock down your throat~!”

I was about to snap at Jason, but a dick pressed itself against my cheek. “Put that in my mouth, and I swear that I'll bite it off.” I hissed out to the owner that was smearing pre-cum all over my cheek. Jason clicks his tongue, before he slapped my cheek hard enough for my head to turn to the side. I bite back a groan from the sting that stayed on my cheek.

“Be a good slut, and open wide.” Jason barks out, my mouth instinctively opening up obediently. It was honestly scary with how quick his mood shifts were.

…So now, I was being spit-roasted by two boys that I did not know at all. All while my boyfriend is watching us. …My life is going so great. My lungs were barely able to get enough air as I'm rammed into, from both ends. My tears falling down my face as the bitter taste of cum is obvious on my tongue.

I don't know how long it's been, but I knew what kind of damage my body took. Bitemarks and bruises covered large parts of my skin, my nipples swollen from being played with, and my neck had a purple ring around it for those who liked choking me. It was sickening to me when all I did was moan in pleasure from the pain. My bruised lips shamelessly continuing to whimper and whine.

“Fuck! Who the hell called Y/N a dead fish in bed?! She fucks like a porn star~!” One boy exclaims as he brutally fucks me in the pussy. My eyes rolled back as I stared at Jason, who was smiling at the sight. I came with a loud moan.

“Ah~! Y/N~ Oh, Y/N~ You look so cute under me~!” A perverted boy pants out as he uses my breasts to get off. Goosebumps run up my arms as he licks my cheek before sloppily making out with me. My eyes subconsciously drift to Jason, my boyfriend who was jacking off to the scene. I was starting to drip onto the floor at this point.

“You like that? Haha! You're so perverted~!” Another boy sadistically chuckles as he dryly penetrates me in the ass. My hands and knees on the floor as I moan in pain. My cheeks flushed into a bright red as blood started to trickle down my thighs. My head was shoved against the floor, so I didn't notice Jason's eyes looking at me in amusement. The intense pain causes me to squirt as my cheeks burn in shame.

“Oh~ Oh~ Oh~! Y/N~!” This boy didn't even penetrate me, he just smeared his cum all over my face. Cum dripping onto my blouse as he shoots his sperm into my open mouth. A giggle could be heard from Jason who was admiring my fucked-out expression. I obediently swallow down the cum, causing the boy to harden again.

“Shit. You were made for this, you slutty bitch.” I was gagged again, by a tie this time. The boy hate-fucking me because I was apparently rude to him. I'm technically rude to everyone, he's not special. My eyes roll back as his palm connects with my bare ass again. There was no way I was going to be able to sit properly afterward. Jason was just playing on his phone, looking uninterested at the scene. I reach yet another dry orgasm once the boy's dick hits my G-spot again.

“Aaahhhh~! Y/N~! I'm inside the cold goddess of the school~! So tight! You really do want me, huh?!” This one… He was almost like Jason in a way. My tongue lolled out as the back of my knees were on the boy's shoulders. The position allowed the boy to hit my cervix repeatedly, which made me whimper. I wasn't even paying attention to Jason at this point. My orgasms were just painful at this point, sobbing as my body trembled from my climax.

“Fucking hell~ You're just milking me at this point.” A boy groans out, surprisingly the most vanilla out of everyone. I was too sensitive by now, so even being in a missionary position was too much for me. Senseless babble leaving my lips as I cried out for Jason.

I started off protesting hard, but Jason made sure to reign me in every time I was acting ‘out of line.’ Eventually, I was completely moaning and begging for more.

“U-ugh. So disgusting-” I get slapped on the cheek.

“H-hey-! N-not in the ass-” My head is forcibly slammed against the wooden desk.

“O-oh no~” A warning squeeze is placed on my throat.

“M-more, please~! ♡” My head gets gently patted like a dog.

I was forced to skip my remaining classes since no one decided to go back to class. In the end, I was covered head to toe in semen and saliva. My entire body twitching as I laid sprawled out on the desk. There was only me and Jason left now, the other boys finally leaving after their turn was over.

“You looked so hot while cumming on another man's dick.” Jason whispers out, kissing my lips despite how dirty I was right now. “I'm so hard right now, seeing my slutty toy all filthy just for me~”

I let out a whimper when Jason forces my thighs open again, slowly inserting two of his fingers in me. “Shit. You're so loose now~” The perverted bastard starts to slowly scissor me, more sperm dripping down my thighs with every slow thrust of his fingers. I let out a whine as he swirls the cum inside of me, treating my bruised pussy like it was a stress toy.

The loud, wet noises only made me embarrassed. I was already stuck in my head, pleasure and pain being the only thing I was currently feeling. “J-Jason~” I moan out, arching my back as he just continues to play with the cum inside of me. He looked at my hole as if it was a fascinating object he would never get enough of.

“Fucking hell~ You're so loose. Oh God, I should just continue letting this happen. I can barely feel you clenching onto me!” Jason laughs out, continuing to finger me. I whimper at the feeling, too sensitive for any of this. “How did it feel, bitch? You got the whole football team in you right now!”

I could feel myself tear up again. That's right, I did. And I feel so dirty now.

“No one's going to want you anymore, now~! You're all mine! I'm the only one who can love such a cum dumpster like you!” Jason gloats out, still fingering me. I could only moan as I reached another painful, dry orgasm. My eyes rolling to the back of my head as I grit my teeth.

“Such a dirty, dirty whore. So loose, so, so adorable~!” Jason wraps his arms around me as he pulls me into his chest— not caring about the cum staining his clothes. “You're so hot. Now everyone knows that, too~!”

I just stayed limp in his arms, every part of my body was sore. This was definitely a great life.

A cut-off yelp left my lips as Jason kicked me to the ground. Tears in his eyes as if he was the one in pain, instead of me. The burning ache on my stomach begged to differ.

“Y/N… How could you ask that of me?” Jason cries out, wiping away the crocodile tears from his eyes. It was every bit as fake as him, but it looked so genuine. The well-timed sniffles, the red rims around his eyes, the way they swelled up— it was disgusting.

I glare at him, struggling to sit up as I clutch onto my stomach. Day after day, it's another man, or two, or three. All while Jason just watches, and jacks off. Why wouldn't I want to break up with my boyfriend-turned-pimp?

“N-no! You can't break up with me! I won't allow it!” He sobs out, kneeling down to be face-to-face with me. He shakily grips onto my shoulder as he stares into my eyes. “You were doing so well, baby. Why did you have to do this?”

Jason's eyes dim until nothing but shadows remain, my face paling in fear for what he'll do. “J-Jason-”

“You were doing so well…” Jason interrupts me, tears still falling down his face as he speaks. He lets go of my shoulders, but I can't even be relieved by that once he rolls up his sleeves. I wince at the sight of the horizontal scars littering the back of his forearms.

“Do you remember these, honey? You just made me sooooo sad that I had to do this. You made so many mistakes at the beginning.” Jason bitterly chuckles, taking out a switchblade from his pocket. He doesn't even hesitate when dragging the blade across his skin, yet another scar in my conscience. I could tell that it was a deep cut as well. Jason never did shallow ones.

“Jason-!” I scream out, knocking the blade out of his hands. My entire body trembles in fear as I wrap my arms around Jason. Partly to restrain him from harming himself further, and partly to remind myself that he was alive.

“This is your fault, baby. You just had to make me do this.” Jason says, his body limp in my hold. “You knew this would happen. Why would you do this to me? Do you hate me that much?”

I furiously shake my head, immediately revoking my words. “N-no- I-I won't break up with you, okay?! So stop it, already!” I beg Jason, terrified at the amount of blood that was slowly trickling down his arm.

I only grew more desperate when Jason stayed unresponsive. I shakily reach out to hold his hands in mine, not caring about the blood I got on my sleeves. “Honey- My love- P-please…” I sob out, alarmed by his silence. He just stays silent as I cry out to him. Pouring out every bit of my empathy and emotions into my pleas. I was scared, scared of losing him because of me.

I was so selfish. Why did I ever even entertain the idea of leaving my love?

I finally decided to bargain with him. “I-I won't complain anymore! I'll let anyone fuck me! I'll participate in as many orgies as you want! I'll smile at the camera as I spread my legs! Just don't do this anymore!”

My words finally get a response from Jason, a silent gesture of his arms wrapped tightly around my torso. A relieved sob leaves me as I continue to cry into his chest.

I NEED Jason. I NEED him to stay alive. I NEED to stay with him.

I WANT to leave.

Be honest Lucid: Is there any dark secret you're trying to hide from the public? That not even you would want to face given the choice?

Send "be honest" followed by a question and my muse will be forced to answer with 100% honesty

Folding his hands together so that the skeletal fingers interlocked, Lucid hummed in thought. He certainly couldn’t lie and say no, not when he’s supposed to answer this truthfully. Making a click noise behind his teeth a moment, the gsans answers.

“In the last set of questions I mentioned I was briefly part of a polyromantic relationship. A harem really. 8 folks dating one dude and some cross dating each other. Well, one of them was a human I had initially started to become fond of, before we all became “one happy fuck family.” We were both dating the same monster who was not keen on us getting friendly. In fact, I was told straight forth to keep away from smitten with her further. Our partner at the center was dating like 8 people at the same time. But stars forbid his lovers keep each other company when his attention was away for extended periods of time and focused on specific individuals.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Lucid leaned back in his chair, moving his arms to behind his head as he rested.

“Shortly after our partner and her got engaged, she was feeling rather neglected and forgotten about while his attention was elsewhere with other partners. And since he wasn’t around and paying attention to us, we had a bit of “fun” in his absence. He was not pleased when he found out.”

The gsans chuckled to himself with amusement.

“To this day, I don’t regret a moment of it. Certainly not something to brag about: ‘I slept with my ex’s fiancé.’ So, I’d say that’s my dark secret and one I haven’t told anyone about...until now.”

I also feel the same when reading cheating tropes like my heart feels uneasy. It’s weird for me say this but when reader is the other women I feel slightly better, but at the same time it sucks bc if you really put yourself in both situations?? It sucks. I hate cheating tropes but I can’t help but see how the cheater gets their karma or the outcome.

Right like.. if I'm the one who's getting cheated on- fuck it I'm never going back to the douchebag even in the wildest dreams

But if I'm the one he's cheating with on his partner- well it's better to walk out.

Regardless of any sides, he's cheating and I don't want to stay with a cheating bastard no matter how pathetic he looks for me. Like it's simple, either divorce his wife or if the circumstances do not make it possible then atleast let her know about us instead of keeping her in the dark.

april 29th and rintarou suna was questioning his fidelity

april 29th and rintarou suna was annoyed from the advances of his current girlfriend who makes him feel nothing anymore

april 29th and rintarou suna was gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white, easily going 15 over the limit in a rush to see you

april 29th and rintarou suna didn’t tell his girlfriend where he was going

april 29th and rintarou suna was tapping his foot waiting for you to open the door, regret growing with every second you stalled

april 29th and rintarou suna instantly had his tongue down your throat the second the door opened, hands on your waist tightly, shutting the front door behind him

april 29th and rintarou suna was pulling your dress over your head in a flash so quickly you weren’t sure he wasn’t magic

april 29th and rintarou suna was shoving his middle and ring fingers past your pretty lips demanding, “suck.” as you undid his white button up shirt

april 29th and rintarou suna was palming your soaking pussy through your pretty lace panties, watching your eyes flutter shut and your head roll back at the sensation. “rintarou, please.”

april 29th and rintarou suna was pinching and pulling your clit and your nipples to make you cum without him even touching your pussy. panties still on, and now drenched.

april 29th and rintarou suna had taken one of your breasts in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the soft skin and nipping at the flesh to leave pretty red and purple marks, the other in his hand as he played and squeezed and pinched to make the sensations equal

april 29th and rintarou suna told you to open wide only for him to direct his spit to land on your cheek rather than in your mouth, and proceeded to rub it around your face with his thumb, coating your skin in his saliva. “you look so pretty like this, babydoll. you’re so so good for me.”

april 29th and rintarou suna’s thighs were shaking, abs were clenching, and fist was tight in your hair as he dragged you by your hair up and down his dick, his other hand being sure to reach down and press a thumb to your clit in your most sensitive spot

april 29th and rintarou suna had his soon-to-be wife’s best friend gagging on his dick as the most vulgar, vile, desperate, sinful sounds fell from your lips

april 29th and rintarou suna had you screaming louder than anyone’s ever made you be, bent over with a leg over his shoulder and one wrapped around his waist as he lifted your hips to stick your ass in the air, face shoved down into the blankets which aided in muffling your sobs and screams

april 29th and rintarou suna had bruised and bitten and pinched your entire body enough to cover you in love bites and marks, showing you off as his. something he’d never done much of with his fiancée.

april 29th and rintarou suna had you holding your orgasm with the most fucked out glassed over eyes he’s ever seen, begging that “if you just let me cum i promise to be the best girl you’ve ever seen, rinnie”

april 29th and rintarou suna meets the abused and overstimulated flesh between your legs with a solid pro volleyball player strength slap anytime you cum without permission

april 29th and rintarou suna has long since stopped worrying about being nice to your body. his tight grips and sharp bites and hard slaps and clit & hair pulls: every pain inducing thing he did to you? the more it hurt the better it felt

april 29th and rintarou suna had you creaming all over his dick, his cum leaking out of your overused hole, body more severely fucked than ever before

april 29th and rintarou suna had ensured you’d be walking funny for the following week

april 29th and rintarou suna swirled your clit with his abnormally long tongue before tongue fucking you like the pussy god he is

april 29th and rintarou suna didn’t bother showering before returning to his fiancée, reeking of sex and of your perfume. shirt messily buttoned and wrinkled, belt long gone (still on the floor of your bedroom), hickeys littering his skin, and not even a second glance at his wife to be. 

april 29th and rintarou suna had ruined his promises of fidelity.

do you really wanna know where i was april 29th?

MY HUSBAND'S BEST FRIEND

GETO SUGURU X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── established relationship, geto and reader have kids (mimiko and nanako), best friend gojo, fingering,noncon, forced orgasm, dead dove do not eat, talks about cheating, coaxing someone to cheat, gojo's an asshole, alcohol consumption, reader is pregnant, angst, no curses au.

─── next chapter. last chapter.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ a happy life with your husband suguru and with your twins, what could you wished for, not until your husband's best friend took the form of the green-eyed monster.

the day begin like the previous days. spent in the kitchen where you first do your wife duties and as a parent to your twin girls. the water boiling in the kettle. the rice simmering in the clay pot. the sound of chopping in the wood board, the greens to be used in a balanced meal for your kids and to your husband. it was the mundane life you have chosen, that you and your husband had built for the last years of your lives.

it happened in the blink of an eye. everything happened liked it's just yesterday. meeting suguru through mutual friends and then baam! like an explosion. you're in a home you two built and with twins. some days you would pinch yourself and convince everything's a dream but the cold wedding band nestled in your ring fingers tells you otherwise. you were happy, in this home with suguru. your dear husband.

"a penny for your thoughts?" a large arm wrapping around your belly and a kiss in your cheeks. you hold his arm, leaning in his chest and looking up at him. "just us, suguru." the man behind you hums.

"what about us?" his hands creeping up under your shirt. his nimble fingers untying your apron from your behind. "my wife smiling without me is quite alarming." he mused while his lips grazes the shell of your ear. you let out a breathy laugh.

"can i just be smiling from the thought of you and the twins and how lucky i am to be with you." biting back a moan when his cold hand wanders to your belly. squeezing the flesh that spills in his large hand.

"yeah?"

"yeah."

"allow me to show you what i think of you." his hands lowering until it's into your thigh. tapping the skin before his hands making it's way to your mound.

"sugu, the twins will be waking up soon." your knees giving up on you but his strong arms is always there to catch you. "i checked on them and they're off to dreamland. they won't get up for a another hour, so let's have our time." turning off the stove and you submit yourself into him with his fingers ghosting in your puffy folds before plunging into your weepy cunt. a gasp emits from your mouth, leaving your legs trembling. trapping his hand between your plush thighs but nonetheless suguru continued exploring your insides with his fingers. his digits scissoring your soft, spongy walls and curls occasionally leaving you panting for more. grabbing his sleeves to stabilize yourself.

"doing good for me, sweetheart." he whispers, pumping his fingers inside you faster, filling you so deliciously that it leaves you trembling and gasping.

just a little more and you'll be reaching your peak. your insides tightening around his fingers and he knows it all. rubbing the soft, spongy part of your insides. the tingling pleasure spreading throughout your body and upon release, it numbs you for a moment before euphoria explodes in your brain. releasing the endorphins that leaves you satisfied.

when you calmed yourself from the mind numbing orgasm your husband had bestowed upon you, you were lifted up. gently placing you in the cold, marbled top counter of your kitchen.

"guess we have take care of that?" you innocently tease at him, eyeing the bulge straining in his sweatpants. dangerously low that you could see his happy trail peeking through the garment. suguru chuckles and removes his sweatshirt, tossing it into the chair, showing you his defined muscle. lowering his sweatpants, his cock springing free from the confines of it, slapping against in his hard abdomen.

spreading your legs, he immediately slotted himself in between. holding your cheeks in his hands and giving you a tender kiss in your lips. your fingers tangling in his long, black hair as you pulled him closer to deepen the kiss in which he took advantage off. tapping his cock in between your folds. gathering the slick to coat his cock before entering inside you. earning a moan you from the delicious stretch from his long, hard, cock. hitting the spots deep inside you that leaves you whining and moaning for him.

you two stayed like that for awhile until both of you reached your highs. his cum coating your insides before kissing your forehead tenderly. "that's a good morning." he says and you giggle. "good morning, suguru." you say and he kisses you in return. fixing himself up and continuing the left out chores you had to do. "i'll wake the girls." you muttered, taking a shower first before going to your girls bedroom.

it wasn't hard to rouse the girls from their sleep. clinging to you like koalas when you promised they can still sleep a little bit into you. kissing their foreheads and carrying them both downstairs. they're getting heavy and growing so fast. carrying them is going to be a hassle in the next years if they still want to but nonetheless you enjoyed being a mother to both of your twins with your husband. "morning, mama." they both say, sleepily. holding you tighter in their arms.

mimiko and nanako, your twins with suguru and you couldn't be more happier when you're blessed with two little beautiful girls that you call your own. both three and already showing their unique personalities in their own.

seeing you carrying the twins, suguru approached you, kissing the twins in their head with a sleepy good morning, papa before kissing you. taking mimiko in you before settling them both in their respective chairs.

breakfast laid out with the tea and coffee steaming in the cups, the clack of chopstick and the twins happily eating in the table with food in their hands. looking at suguru who have the content expression same as you have. you both began to eat. mornings like this with the twins and your husband. you couldn't be more happier.

"satoru, no more vacations for you?" geto smirks at his best friend who always travel and on the go with his adventures. twenty four/seven on the road but wouldn't missed the family dinner where he can be with his best friend since high school.

settling in the couch in the living room where multiple family pictures decorated the shelves and on the walls. you and geto in your first date at the museum, followed by a wedding picture and a sonogram tucked in the frame. twins.

dark eyes gloomily stares at the pictures and the glasses in the frame reflects on his eyes. before he could drown in thoughts. a ring in the doorbell resonated in the house. he could hear his other friends and with that gojo puts up his infamous happy-go-lucky smile.

the dinner went smoothly, a few jabs in between, reminiscing the days in high school and what's with everybody doing.

"man, this is good." stuffing himself with the freshly baked goods. happily munching on the sweets that is presented in front of him.

geto chuckles at his antics, "how's life going for you, suguru?" gojo asks to his best friend. "good, the girls are growing up fast." he says, holding your hands in the table and giving you a smile which you returned.

gojo raised a brow at you. there's a hint of smugness and a frown while he looks at you, making you slightly shift in your seat. not liking how he look at you.

it's been years since suguru had introduced you to his friend. his partner in crime since high school but you can't still shake the queasiness you felt when gojo's around. maybe it's the way he stares or just him, yet you still like nothing. squeezing suguru's hand for comfort and he would squeeze back. everything's fine, his hold tells you and you believe in it.

after a few sips of wine and a quick goodbye. you two stood in the kitchen. placing back the pots and pans to their designated place. absentmindedly wiping the plates with a deep thought in your mind. suguru notices it.

holding your jaw with his hand you met his purple eyes. striking yet it held gentleness in those gaze. "look at me, is something bothering you?" he asks and you shake your head. fighting the urge if you should tell him or not but you trust him and you know suguru would never judge you.

"i don't know but maybe it's just me. i don't want to talk about gojo, suguru. but...." suguru stays silent, waiting for the next words you will be speaking about his friend.

"does he hate me or something? he seems relaxed with others but to me..." shrugging you can't help but to worry more like you had offended his friend.

holding your cheeks in his palms, you relish in the warmth in his hands instantly making your worries melt but still dread doesn't leave you.

"i know satoru, he can be quite unpredictable but we've been best buddies for years and he can be seen as a entitled brat to everyone. judging would fit but that's the way he is. don't worry about him, okay?" pressing a sweet kiss in your lips and you nod. returning the kiss with such want, suguru held you in his arms. "don't worry about him." kissing your knuckles and with that, you lost yourself in his kisses.

and yet, you still find yourself in his stares. every time you look in the sea of the crowd he's sight is in yours. even the women flocking in his side while he takes a sip of champagne.

suguru takes your worries away temporarily, holding your hips. making sure you felt safe in his hold which he never fails at doing so. "i'm here." he whispers which made you giggle and suguru takes that laugh of yours. pressing a kiss in the middle of the crowd. looking at gojo, who smiles at him. raising his tinted glasses to show his blue eyes. acknowledging his bestfriend before darting his sight to you briefly.

gojo understands at some point he and suguru would go in their own separate ways. he had his way and suguru have his. you and the twins his best friend dearly loves but he can't help the feeling that gnaws inside him.

for a man like him, he holds the world in his hands, one would say the universe but he can't still fill the hole in his heart. wanting and needing for something, for someone. seeing his friend so happy, so contented, he pales in comparison. his life served in a silver platter.

maybe, he can drown himself in sorrow with women tonight. chuckling what's the difference? he always had it.

humming to yourself, you watched your reflection in the mirror. dressed in your night clothes. closing the bathroom and going to your girls bedroom, kissing them goodnight. you and suguru would do this but he needs to run some errands for his work today but you understand. you will just wait on him and maybe indulge with some good book.

a knock in the door could he heard, brushing your clothes off. you went to open the door. not expecting someone at this hour with the exception of your husband.

"sugu—" the words died down in your throat when you see gojo at your doorstep. clothes disheveled and he reeks of some expensive alcohol he consumed. you heard stories from suguru that gojo's a lightweight when it comes to drinking. raising a hand to wave at you, "ohhh, (y/n)-chan." a drunken greeting you first heard and the way you he calls you. before stumbling forward when you catched him. assisting him in placing him in the couch.

"satoru, you're drunk. stay here please." he only waves his hand, signalling he's fine and leans down his head to the back of the couch. you went to your kitchen grabbing a mug to brew your husband's friend some coffee for him to sober up.

you didn't notice him standing up and following you. draping his long arms around you when you grabbed the mug in one of the cupboards. his breath tickling your nape, raising goosebumps all over your body.

upon the contact, you pushed him away. dropping the mug in an instant. watching it slowly breaks into tiny pieces. your mind in frenzied, body alarmed. you don't want the twins to wake up, not with gojo in your house.

"come on, (y/n). is this how to treat your husband's buddy?" he coos at you but you took a step backwards. he steps forward, stepping on the shards of the mug beneath his shoes.

"suguru will be home soon, you should go now."

"not for an another hour." he says, groaning and removing his glasses. his blue eyes shimmering and he's staring at you like you were a prey ready to be devoured.

your back hit the wall and you were cornered. holding your shoulders in his tight grip with adrenaline running in your veins. your hand came into contact to his cheek. "don't you touch me." you warned and that seems to sober him up.

"you know, suguru and i were unstoppable. we're wild, young and free.." he began to say, rubbing the spot where you slapped him, chuckling. holding his glasses in his finger.

"then you came, barging into suguru's life. i thought it wouldn't last. sugu's not one for commitments, you know. you were just going to be his plaything and then he fell for you and then he's married to you and heck, you even gave him twins." he said, as if mocking you. that you were the one who ruined suguru's life but it's the opposite he's jealous what suguru have. you and a loving family he can call his own.

"i'm happy for him. truly. suguru's a lucky one, ain't he?" speaking the facts and he can't bite the jealousy bubbling in his chest.

you remained frozen, acting brave in front of him. looking at your phone resting in your counter. continuing his rants. you let him babble out his jealousy and you went to grab your phone but you were stopped by him.

"i'm not finished, (y/n)."

"i said don't touch me!" pulling your hand away from him but he seems to grip it harder.

"i'm not jealous of suguru but seeing you two happy makes me want to destroy it." he confesses.

"satoru! please, the twins are sleeping upstairs!" panicking at what he's about to do. not concerning about your safety but your girls whose sleeping soundly. you don't want harm coming to them.

gojo scowls at that but seeing you on the verge of tears made his pants tighten. he went to touch your soft belly. "suguru's blessed. a wife to come home to, a warm bed with you beside him, children who loves him and you." holding your round cheek in his palm. recoiling away from his touch and you avoid his gaze. taking a breathe. hoping or somehow he will stop his delusions.

with all your strength, you shoved him. in his sober state, his grip on you loosened. making a beeline upstairs to escape him but even in his state, gojo manage to catch up to you. holding the back of your nightie which tears from the force of you running and his incredible strength, making you trip on the floor, in which latter took advantage of.

grabbing your shoulders to roll you in your back and straddles himself with your body. his shin on your thighs and holding your arms in the most bruising way.

you began thrashing around him. squirming. it proves to be useless against his strength. they're best friends and they way gojo holds you with his strength reminds you of your husband.

"me and suguru used to share a lot in things. what's the difference when i'm having a taste of what's his?" he taunts you, leaning forward to kiss you which ends up kissing your cheek when you turned your face to the side.

"i said, stop it! i'm with child!" you screamed and that stops him. his eyes widening and his grip loosens. you couldn't stop the tears falling from your eyes. your breath getting shallow in which gojo removes himself from you.

sitting down besides you, with gojo gone in top of you. you brought your hand to your mouth. muffling the sound of your cries, holding your stomach while you turn your body to the side.

gojo sat there motionless, twirling his bangs in his fingers. stares at your trembling form. hearing your sobs from what he have done. your back exposed from the teared up nightie. the strap falling into your shoulder and your thighs exposed from the nightie riding up. fuck, you're so pretty, he can't himself but to be drawn to you.

he finally understands why suguru couldn't bring himself to cheat on you. no matter how he sweet talks him in taking a break from you. indulge himself with something new and bring back the thrill they once used to but suguru only tells him no, only lighting a cigarette. a habit he only does when you're not around and the kids.

"i convince suguru to cheat on you, everytime we hang out. introduce him to women." he talks to you. telling of you one of the many attempts he made to suguru just to betray you. "and i understand where he's coming from with his reasonings. seeing you made me realize things. suguru have you. you provided him a home, you gave him children, you made him happy..." you didn't listen at him. you were so sick to your stomach that suguru's best friend would do this to you out of jealousy.

"and here you are, carrying his child once again." he finishes his sentence. the damage been done and gojo doesn't care if you're pregnant or not. he will have a taste of what's been his best friend have been indulging.

he will lost suguru after this but at least he tasted you.

you think you're done with the hell gojo places you but his cold hands grabs you. forcing you to spread your legs wide and slots himself between you. your pleas fell into deaf ears. his hands holding your arms once again.

his thick, length sliding inside of you. no mercy and for him, the wetness your fat pussy is a sign that you're ready to take him and with that he mercilessly sinks into you. groaning at the warmth of your walls enveloping him. watches as your eyes spills more tears from him. biting your lips until you can feel in your tongue the metallic taste of your blood.

you couldn't hide the shame. the moans spilling into your mouth while being impaled by your husband's best friend's cock. his fingers digging into the plushness of your waist. entertains himself from the way your stomach jiggles from the pounding.

you never hated blue more than ever. hearing him speak about how he tried suguru to betray and you were glad suguru didn't listen to him but as a wife, being defiled by gojo. you feel ashamed of how your body responds from gojo's treatment to you.

you were betraying your husband. you vowed in the day since you married suguru, that only him is deserving of you. making yourself the wife he deserves too. your lips, only he can kiss it. your body, only him for to touch, to worship. your thoughts will only be filled by him and your womb is to only carry his children.

you hate yourself when you reach the pleasure coming from him and not from your husband. who treated, made you feel so loved and cherished. not be treated some whore by his loathsome friend who speaks for his dick.

your tears blurring your vision as you look upsidedown in the stairs. hoping and wishing your children wasn't awaken from the filth your husband calls a friend. your tears got heavy when you feel him spill his cum inside you. defiling your insides with suguru's child growing inside you.

how could you face suguru with this. your husband who has done nothing but to love you wholeheartedly.

gojo pulls himself out, watching his cum escape your hole. satisfied and no guilt of what he had done to you but a gut-twisting feeling inside him eats him.

you went to sit, pressing yourself to the wall. the tears drops like rain in your floor. in your home with suguru. you watch him grabbed your nightie. fixing you up but you didn't feel anything but disgust and hatred for him.

"get out!" you shout at him in a volume only him he can hear. he went to touch you but you slap his hands away from you. in your wobbly legs, you stand with all your strength. throwing a fist at him. you don't care if you trip again. he lets you punch him but it's feels like nothing to him.

your legs gave up, making you kneel. he left you in that state. the guilt finally settling down on him. he ruined you.

closing the door behind him, he can hear the sobs, with that he left.

kneeling, your body leans forward. holding your arms. scratching and holding them in a tight grip. crying your heart out from what he had done to you. what feels like minutes, feels like an eternity.

you went to shower. let the warm water runs all over your body. wishing that it will wash away the dirt he wiped to you. watching rivulets of water drain in the sink. rub your skin until it's raw. after that, you change into your hoodie. one that you only wear when suguru's away from you.

you went to your girls room, watching them sleep. you need to be strong for them but still you can't stop the tears falling from your eyes, watching them sleep innocently. clutching your belly, you apologized to your unborn child. i'm sorry. you repeated it many times.

you don't have the strength to face your husband tonight. sleeping in your twin's bed will be much a better option. you settled beside nanako. the bed dips and that seems to awake her and she noticed you awaking mimiko in the process. her voice sleepy when she speaks to you. noticing the sniffles coming from you.

"are you crying, mama?" she whispers, her eyes heavy from sleep.

"no." you lied.

"that's okay, mama. mimiko and i are here for you." nanako comforts you and you bursted in tears. hugging them both closer to you and they settled in you. their tiny hands holding your hoodie. kissing their hair, you have them. tired and dried up from the tears. your eyelids feel heavy but it doesn't let you forget the blues in his eyes. the last tear rolls in your cheek.

with the last minutes remaining, you only wished for one thing, what gojo had done to you, your husband's best friend is only a nightmare.

I had this idea for a while now but this revolves around the idea of cheating but there's a reason why he cheats so hear me out, imagine childe having a sensitive darling and the darling is like has a past and when they met childe everything changed. One day childe received a mission from tsaritsa and this mission requires childe to get close to someone for him to get the info so he decided to charm the daughter of his target and yeah that's where he cheated. And the reader saw it, the reader decided to confront childe at the scene but at that same time childe almost got his info. (Again you decide the ending and this are just my ideas you choose whether you would like to write something with it or not, i have a lot of ideas in my head but my mind is too chaotic to form a story and take your time writing dont rush)

-angst anon

hiii angst anon!! i love hearing ur ideas they’re all super good but i’d like to know which option you chose :o i dislike cheating a lot (like . i’d rather kill the person ) as i’m a very extreme person when it comes to faithfulness. for childe to not tell his darling about a mission that involves cheating? and making darling have to confront him? if i were darling, i would have a knife held to my throat the entire time threatening him with my life ♡ so let me know how extreme you would like it to be or if childe gets mad etc <3

gamer bf xiao watching childe and kaeya take a drunken you into a room during a frat party to assault and fuck you to their delights.

degen anon <3 (hope your throat feels better! so you can have all the childe cum and pee you want!)

my throat feels a bit better though my body’s aching, thank u degen anon mwah <3

drunk cheating sex with chaeya…. hhhhh anyways giggling drunkenly as the handsome frat boys pull you into a dimly lit room with a mattress for them to fuck you on. you came to the party with your boyfriend xiao, felt out of place so you drank wayyyyy too many shots till you’re dazed, taking a body shot off the most well built abs (kaeya) you’ve ever seen while the world is swaying. when you almost fall over, childe catches you, a flirtatious, ‘woah there gorgeous’ has you smushed against his chest, hands grabbing at his thigh with a preciously dumb whine for sex. “xiao, i’m so hornyyyyy, fuck me please?” you have no idea that the man isn’t your boyfriend, the simp who would fuck u immediately if you asked <3 childe and kaeya see an opportunity though, a pretty drunk thing without their boyfriend in sight? who would leave such a lewd slut alone, surely not them, so they gently tug your delirious form to a room, hands groping as you stumble. when you see the bed, you’re immediately stripping drunkenly and spreading your hole wide, making them hard and eager to fuck you even more stupid than you already are ♡ they’ve had their fair share of partners but never someone as openly dumb, cheating on their boyfriend without a single thought behind their mindless eyes as you suck sloppily on kaeya’s length while childe busies himself with finger fucking you <3 it’s so cute how you still haven’t realised neither of them is your boyfriend and that you’re going to be fucked by them both at once. as you cream from childe’s fingers hitting that spongy spot within your hole, you moan out pleas of “xiao, more uh- xiao xiao xiao fuck me!” only for them to laugh at you, cause there’s no xiao here - just two mean frat boys who are gonna take advantage of you and shove their massive cocks inside your hole together. when you’re stuffed full with both dicks breaching your little hole, you’re gone, completely sex n cock drunk!

xiao was distracted by his game/stream schedule for just a little while and you already got wasted, getting taken away by two taller men who obviously were lusting over you as you wobble towards a room with your body clinging to their arm. when he finally finds his way to the room, he finds you bouncing stupidly with two cocks filling one hole <3 the lewd squelch of the lengths rubbing against each other inside your hole make xiao hard, even though his partner is cheating n being assaulted right in front of him !! would he join or be cucked hehe ♡

How about childe gets angry and then reader threatens to commit suicide. (hahahahah you totally get my thoughts laven be extreme all you want).

-Angst anon

0.7k word response to this and previous ask of angst anon <3

prompt: imagine childe having a sensitive darling and the darling is like has a past and when they met childe everything changed. One day childe received a mission from tsaritsa and this mission requires childe to get close to someone for him to get the info so he decided to charm the daughter of his target and yeah that's where he cheated. And the reader saw it, the reader decided to confront childe at the scene but at that same time childe almost got his info.

content warning: mentions of suicide, death, violence, cheating, toxic relationship dynamics, yandere (both parties)

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You could withstand the cruelest blows onto your body, whether it be unwanted love or the neglect that comes with the mood swings of your captor. What you couldn’t stand was another woman. You knew from the start that this wasn’t love but for Childe to get up and return home with notes of sweet perfumes on his collar, embracing you with faux words while charming another, it makes your head spin.

You may not have drank any alcohol in ages, but you sure could get drunk on this jealousy. Being trained by the Tsarita made your escape from Childe’s confines easy, you had just chosen to be broken by him yet he wanted a new toy? No fucking way.

You decided to hell with the obedient demeanor, breaking out from the mansion into the late chills of evening, dressed to kill. Knives concealed under your garments, you entered the venue of Childe’s night, adorned with chandeliers and individuals dripping in luxury. Flashing a smile at the Fatui guards and brushing past with the full confidence of the rightful lover, you blended into the crowds of politicians, nobles and elite.

No stranger to the scene, your eyes scanned the room while holding a flute of champagne before landing on the double-crosser and his scarlet letter of a mistress. Controlling the urge to smash the dainty glass in your hand took the steeling of your nerves as you crossed the dancefloor, anger boiling hot under your skin with each step towards the pair, acting like ditzy love-birds, in front of you.

“I hope I’m not interrupting. You seem to be having a wonderful time with your paramour.” You punctuate your sentence by splashing the drink down Childe’s front, soaking the man in the liquor with a cold face. All the watchful eyes of the hall stare as the drama unfolds, though you simply couldn’t care less. If they wanted a show, you would give them one, starring Childe as the unfaithful bastard.

“What the fuck are you doing here, y/n?” Childe hisses with a furious look, though it just makes you sarcastically laugh at his anger, viewing him as nothing as a wet dog that got caught with its paws dipped in mud. “And what are you doing with this lovely miss?”

With your lips curved upwards and an indignant tone to Childe’s misfortune, his patience snaps from your aggravation, though he sends a placid smile to the woman before dragging you off to the exit. “That was my fucking target and I was just about to be complete before you rudely interrupted me! Why the hell are you here and not at home?”

As if unable to hear Childe’s heated words, you smile undisturbed at his rage and draw a knife from under your sleeve. “So, you’re mad I caught you red handed with that girl? She’s so important to your mission?” You twirl the blade before placing it dangerously close to your throat, directly against the essential veins.

“If she’s that special to you, I guess I’ll just die, how about that, Childe? Did you not fucking think of me when you were seducing and screwing her? Did you think I’d wait patiently for you while you two-time? On Tsarita, you really are a fool. Do you think you can live without the consequences of deceiving me? I will paint your hands red with my blood and watch you from beyond the grave.” As if to prove your point, you graze the sharp edge against your skin, letting blood pour with a composed face though your voice trembles in pitches of seething fury.

Childe may have held you in his arms or watched you attentively to the delusion that he loved you, you knew better. The man had never let you near weapons and never even seen you bleed, so his agape expression of panic further fanned the flames of your temper. “Better yet, why don’t we die together, Childe? We’ll see each other in hell.”

Can you tell that I’m crazy and that I love Amy Dunne <3 I left it an open-ending (but reader might have a sneaky gun in their hand hehe....) so either Childe manages to calm them down???? But his mission is fucked anyways and so is their broken love <3

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