Hi!! I didn’t even realize ur requests were open until I checked your pinned omg. Can u write something dark with loser reader and bully fratboy Gojo pls?? They used to be rly close like lowkey childhood besties and everyone thought they were gonna end up together, BUT he got mixed in with the wrong crowd (aka the frat) and now he’s just so MEAN. He bullies her for no reason now but like... in that messed up way where he’s still obsessed w her?? Like he knows her too well, knows what makes her tick and he uses that against her just to watch her squirm. I want toxic codependent vibes, power imbalance, him being POSSESSIVE as hell and her still clinging to what they used to be. And maybe he’s extra cruel bc he HATES that she still gets to him. Also, this is embarrassing but please write the reader as flat chested. Thank uuu
a/n: ahhh this was actually the second request i ever got on here and it made me spiral (in the best way). i literally paused all my wips to double down on this one because the brainrot was insane. i hope you enjoy what i cooked up hihi <3
fratboy satoru who was once your north star, the kid who’d slip you extra cookies during late-night study sessions, his goofy grin lighting up your world. you’d giggle at his dumb jokes under a blanket fort, his hand brushing yours, promising forever with the kind of sincerity only a kid could muster. but that satoru’s dead, buried under the weight of his family’s collapse, his own arrogance, and the frat’s toxic grip. now, he’s a king in a jungle of red solo cups and bass-heavy trap music, his blue eyes cutting through the haze of a packed house party.
fratboy satoru who’s buzzing from the xans suguru slipped him, his veins electric after a football game win, dragging you to the frat house basement where the air’s thick with weed and desperation. the couch is stained, sagging under your weight as he shoves your skirt up, pinning you down with a hand on your chest. “don’t fucking scream,” he hisses, eyes glinting with sadistic glee as his fingers plunge into you, slick and merciless, curling deep while his other hand smothers your whimpers. “bet you’re soaking ‘cause you love this shit.” your body betrays you, clenching around him as tears stream down your face, and he’s eating it up, his grin wicked as you shatter, sobbing into his palm. “look at this pretty cunt, dripping for me like it knows who owns it,” he growls, his voice low and filthy, fingers pumping harder just to hear you choke on your own moans. he doesn’t stop there—keeps going until you’re shaking, cumming again, your thighs slick and trembling. “fuck, you’re a mess, my favorite fucking mess,” he laughs, licking his fingers clean, eyes never leaving your tear-streaked face. he doesn’t soften, just pulls you onto his lap, muttering, “stay still, or i’ll fuck you right here.”
fratboy satoru who thrives on your fragility, your too-soft heart that cracks under his cruelty. you’re in the library, glasses slipping, surrounded by textbooks, trying to claw your way through a chem assignment. he finds you, of course—slips into the chair behind you, yanking your ponytail back just hard enough to make you gasp. “thought you could hide from me?” he whispers, voice dripping with mockery, but he’s already pulling you into a cramped study room, locking the door. he bends you over the table, skirt flipped up, your notes scattering like confetti. “fuck, you’re so small, so breakable,” he pants, belt clinking as he frees himself, slamming into you so deep your nails dig into the wood. “cry for me, baby, you’re cutest when you’re a mess.” you do, snotty and pathetic, your glasses fogging as he fucks you senseless, his cock stretching you until you’re dizzy. “look at you, taking this dick like it’s your fucking job,” he snarls, slapping your ass, loving how you flinch. your tears only make him harder, and when you beg him to slow down, he just laughs, kissing your wet cheeks. “nah, you’re too fucking cute like this, all pathetic and ruined.”
fratboy satoru who’s got an unholy obsession with your tits, small as they are, worshiping them like they’re his personal altar. he’s got you sprawled across his dorm bed, the sheets reeking of weed and cheap cologne, straddling your waist as he sucks and bites, leaving your chest a map of purple bruises and red teeth marks. “fuck, these are perfect,” he groans, teeth grazing your nipple until you whimper, your hands fisting the sheets. he pins your wrists above your head, his knee between your thighs, grinding against you just to feel you squirm. “keep still, or i’ll tie you up and do this all fucking night,” he warns, eyes glinting with that mean streak, and you know he means it. his tongue’s relentless, swirling over sensitive skin, and when you arch into him, he growls, “goddamn, you’re begging for it, aren’t you? little tits driving me fucking insane.” he leaves you raw, marked, and when he’s done, he kisses you hard, all teeth and possession, muttering, “you’re my fucking angel, don’t forget it.” but there’s no softness, just his hand squeezing your bruised chest one last time.
fratboy satoru who can’t get enough of your pussy, addicted to the way you taste like it’s his last hit. “been thinking about this all night,” he says, spreading your thighs wide, his fingers digging into your ass as he buries his face between your legs. his tongue’s obscene, lapping at your clit like he’s trying to drown in you, sucking hard until your knees buckle. “taste so fucking sweet, could live down here,” he mumbles, voice muffled as he pushes two fingers inside, curling them just to make you scream. you grip the counter, biting your lip to stay quiet, but he doesn’t give a fuck—he wants the whole house to hear. “let it out, baby, let ‘em know who’s eating this pussy,” he taunts, licking you through your first orgasm, then another, until you’re a shaking, dripping mess. he stands, chin glistening, smirking. “that’s my girl.”
fratboy satoru who’s a monster when he’s jealous, his blood boiling when he spots you laughing with some nerd at a campus café. he doesn’t confront you there—just waits, simmering, until he’s got you alone in his car, parked in a shadowy alley. “think you can flirt with other guys?” he snarls, ripping your blouse open, buttons pinging off the dashboard. he reclines the seat, forcing your legs over his shoulders, fucking you so hard the car creaks. “this pussy’s mine, you fucking get that?” he spits, slapping your thigh, his cock relentless as you cry out, overwhelmed. “bet he can’t fuck you stupid like i do,” he growls, his pace brutal, overstimulating you until you’re sobbing, begging for him to ease up. but he doesn’t—he leans down, kissing your tears, smirking, “so fucking pretty when you’re pathetic.” when it’s over, he doesn’t soften, just tosses you his jacket, muttering, “cover up, you’re a fucking mess.”
fratboy satoru who films every depraved second, his phone propped on a nightstand as he’s got you bent over his desk, your skirt bunched at your waist. “smile for the camera, baby,” he taunts, spanking you hard enough to leave welts, the sound echoing in the room. the video’s grainy but vivid—your choked whimpers, the wet slap of skin, your thighs trembling as he fucks you raw. “gonna keep this forever,” he says, voice low and possessive, “jerk off to it when you’re not here.” he doesn’t share the vids, thank fuck—they’re his alone, a private shrine to your broken devotion. “look at this tight little cunt, swallowing me whole,” he groans, zooming in as you clench around him, your tears glistening in the low light. “fuck, you were made for this dick.” he cums with a grunt, watching the footage later, stroking himself to your snotty, ruined face, muttering, “you’re mine, always.”
fratboy satoru who’s unhinged when he’s high, snorting lines with sukuna in the frat house attic before stumbling to your dorm at 3 a.m. you’re asleep, curled up in a t-shirt, but he doesn’t care—he crawls into your bed, yanking your panties off, giggling like a fucking lunatic. “shh, just let me have you,” he slurs, burying his face in your pussy, his tongue sloppy but desperate, moaning like he’s getting off more than you. “fuck, i’d die for this pussy,” he mumbles, licking you until you stir, gasping as your body betrays you, cumming under his relentless mouth. he’s still high when he fucks you, slow and messy, his cock slipping in with a wet squelch. “you’re my fucking lifeline, i’d die without you,” he whispers, eyes bloodshot, but there’s no softness—just his hand gripping your throat, keeping you in place as he takes what he needs.
fratboy satoru who’s got a fetish for your panties, always checking what you’re wearing like it’s his birthright. he corners you in an empty lecture hall after class, flipping your skirt up without preamble. “let’s see what you’re wearing,” he says, fingers brushing the fabric, smirking when he sees the plain cotton. “boring,” he scoffs, pocketing them, leaving you bare. “walk back to your dorm like this,” he orders, his voice low and mean. “bet you’re wet thinking about it.” he’s right—your thighs are slick, your face burning with shame as you obey, and he kneels, licking a slow stripe up your inner thigh, teasing your clit just enough to make you whine. “so fucking needy,” he laughs, standing to kiss you, his lips tasting of you and spearmint gum. “you’re mine, don’t forget,” he adds, twirling your stolen panties around his finger like a prize.
fratboy satoru who lives for fingering you at a frat party, right in the middle of the chaos, perched on his lap like his personal trophy. the room’s a blur of flashing lights and pounding music, but he’s got two fingers buried in you under your skirt, pumping slow and deliberate while he laughs with suguru about some dumb bet. “keep quiet, or they’ll all know what a slut you are,” he whispers, biting your earlobe, his thumb circling your clit until you cum, shaking in his lap, tears welling up from the embarrassment. but he doesn’t stop—keeps going, chasing another orgasm, then another, because you’re just too fucking cute, all teary-eyed and red-faced, trying to hide your face in his neck. “fuck, look at you, falling apart for me in front of everyone,” he taunts, his voice dripping with filth. “bet you want ‘em all to see how this pussy creams for me.” you’re sobbing, mortified, but he just licks your tears, thrusting harder, making sure every drunk asshole in the room knows you’re his. when you cum again, he doesn’t even flinch—just smirks, licking his fingers clean, muttering, “good fucking girl.”
fratboy satoru who’s got you bouncing on his dick like a ragdoll, his phone pressed to his ear while he’s laughing with suguru about some frat drama. you’re in his dorm, straddling him on his gaming chair, your skirt fanned out, tits jiggling with every brutal thrust as he grips your hips, slamming you down harder just to feel you choke on a sob. “yeah, sugu, tell me more,” he says casually, but his eyes are locked on your tear-streaked face, your mouth open in a silent scream. “fuck, this pussy’s gripping me like it’s scared i’ll leave,” he growls low, just for you, his free hand smacking your ass to make you yelp. “keep it down, baby, don’t want suguru hearing how you’re creaming on my cock.” but he’s lying—he loves the idea of someone knowing, and when you cum, shaking and snotty, he mutes the call for a second to kiss your tears, smirking. “you’re too fucking cute when you’re falling apart.”
fratboy satoru who catches you washing dishes in the frat house kitchen, your apron tied tight, looking so domestic it makes his dick twitch. you’re humming softly, oblivious, and he can’t take it—you’re too much like wife material, and it’s fucking with his head. he yanks you against the sink, ripping your leggings down, and fucks you right there, the counter digging into your stomach. “look at you, playing house like you’re not my little cumslut,” he sneers, his cock splitting you open as water sloshes in the sink. “this pussy’s so wet, like it’s begging me to ruin your perfect little fantasy.” your hands grip the faucet, knuckles white, as he pounds into you, dishes clattering with every thrust. “gonna fuck you so good you’ll never dream of anyone else,” he says, biting your neck, leaving a bruise. when you cum, crying his name, he just laughs, leaving you there, panties soaked, to finish the dishes.
fratboy satoru who’s paranoid you’re dreaming of someone else, watching you sleep so peacefully in his bed, your face soft even after he’s fucked you raw. he’s high, overthinking, and can’t stand it—he needs to own every part of you, even your dreams. he slips your panties off, careful not to wake you, and slides his cock into you slow, groaning at how warm and tight you are. “fuck, even your sleeping cunt knows it’s mine,” he whispers, thrusting shallow, watching your brows furrow in your sleep. he’s gentle at first, but when you stir, moaning softly, he goes harder, waking you with a gasp as he fucks you deep. “no one else gets to haunt you like this,” he growls, cumming inside you as you whimper, half-conscious. he doesn’t soften, just kisses your forehead, muttering, “stay in my bed, always.”
fratboy satoru who’s got you cockwarming him while he’s gaming, his headset on as he barks orders at his Valorant team, crushing some rival frat. you’re perched on his lap, his dick buried deep, your thighs trembling as he keeps you still, one hand on your waist, the other clicking his mouse. “don’t you fucking move,” he hisses during a pause, his voice sharp, “or i’ll fuck you till you’re screaming and they all hear.” every time he gets a kill, he thrusts up hard, making you gasp, your pussy clenching around him. “this tight little cunt’s my good luck charm,” he taunts, slapping your thigh when you squirm. he edges you for hours, ignoring your whimpers, until the match ends and he finally fucks you proper, growling, “cum for me, show me you’re mine.” you do, sobbing, and he just smirks, leaving you to drip on his chair.
fratboy satoru who’s feeding you bites of his burger at a crowded frat party, perched on a table while he stands between your legs, his plate balanced in one hand. everyone’s too drunk to notice how he’s grinding his bulge against your clothed cunt, your skirt riding up as he presses harder with every bite he offers. “open wide, baby,” he says, shoving a fry in your mouth, his hips rocking subtly, making you squirm. “fuck, you’re so wet through these panties, like a needy little bitch,” he whispers, his voice low and filthy. “bet you’d let me fuck you right here, let ‘em all see how you take this dick.” you’re blushing, teary, trying to chew while he keeps the pressure on, your clit throbbing. he doesn’t let you cum, just keeps you on edge, smirking when you nearly cry from frustration. “eat up, you’re gonna need the energy.”
fratboy satoru who’s obsessed with edging you until you’re a babbling mess, especially after a nightmare where you tried to leave him. he’s got you in his dorm, tied to his headboard, your thighs spread as he teases your clit with slow, featherlight strokes. “you love this dick too much to leave, don’t you?” he taunts, stopping every time you’re close, your hips bucking desperately. “say it—say you’re fucking obsessed with me.” you’re crying, snotty, babbling, “i love you, satoru, please,” and he just laughs, cruel and delighted. “that’s right, my pathetic little angel, keep begging.” he finally lets you cum after hours, your body shaking, and he’s kissing your tears, but it’s not soft—just possessive. “don’t ever fucking dream of leaving me again.”
fratboy satoru who’s got a sick obsession with public bathrooms, dragging you into one at the science building during a lecture break, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. “be quick,” he snaps, locking the door, his belt already clinking as he shoves you against the sink, your skirt yanked up. he spreads your thighs wide, his cock slamming into you with a wet squelch, the mirror fogging from your ragged breaths. “love how you take this dick,” he growls, smacking your ass hard, the sound echoing off the tiles as your face crumples, tears spilling from overstimulation. “cry harder, baby, it’s so fucking cute—look at you, sobbing like a slut in a shithole like this.” your hands claw at the porcelain, your body shaking as he fucks you relentless, his pace brutal, loving how your tears streak your cheeks, snot dripping. he doesn’t stop after you cum once—keeps going, growling, “gimme another, let ‘em hear you outside.” you’re a wreck, begging for mercy, but he just laughs, cumming with a guttural groan, his seed dripping down your thighs. he kisses you soft after, wiping your cheeks, but it’s fleeting, his voice cold. “you’re okay, yeah? just us. now fix your face, you look fucked out.”
fratboy satoru who’s vicious when you try to slip away, catching you creeping out of his dorm after a screaming match over his latest stunt—spreading lies about you to keep guys away. you’re halfway down the dim hallway, heart pounding, when his hand clamps around your wrist, yanking you back. “where the fuck you going?” he snarls, his blue eyes wild with something raw, almost feral—fear masquerading as rage. he pins you against the peeling wall, ripping your jeans down, your legs forced around his waist as he fucks you right there, rough and angry, the drywall scraping your back. “you don’t get to leave me,” he spits, voice cracking, his cock stretching you so wide it burns. “this pussy’s fucking mine, you hear me?” you’re sobbing, your nails digging into his shoulders, and he’s relentless, slamming into you until you cum, crying into his neck. he’s kissing you like he’s pleading, desperate, his hands bruising as he holds you tight, whispering, “i’m sorry, fuck, don’t scare me like that.” but there’s no softness, just his grip tightening, a warning not to try again.
fratboy satoru who’s addicted to breaking you, loving how you shatter under him. he’s got you on all fours in his room, the frat house walls thin enough to let every sound carry, fucking you from behind with a sadistic edge. “nah, baby, take it,” he growls, yanking you back by your waist when you try to crawl away, your body trembling from the stretch of his cock, so thick it feels like it’s tearing you apart. “you can handle more, i know you can,” he says, slamming into you, the headboard banging loud as you sob, snot dripping onto the sheets. “fuck, you’re so cute like this,” he whispers, kissing your spine, his voice mocking as he keeps going, even when you’re shaking, cumming around him with a choked scream. he doesn’t stop, pushing you into another orgasm, his cum spilling inside you as he groans, low and filthy. after, he cleans you up, his lips soft on your swollen pussy, murmuring, “you did so good for me,” but his eyes are already glinting, planning the next way to ruin you.
fratboy satoru who flips out when he sees you chatting with a guy in chem class, his jealousy a live wire. he doesn’t confront you there—just stews, his jaw tight, until he’s got you alone in an empty campus parking lot at dusk. “think you can replace me?” he growls, shoving you over the hood of his car, the metal cold against your stomach as he rips your tights open, the fabric tearing loud in the quiet. he fucks you so hard your knees buckle, his cock driving deep, relentless, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the slick surface. “this cunt knows who it belongs to,” he spits, his hand fisting your hair, yanking your head back as he overstimulates you, pushing you past your limit until you’re crying, begging, your voice hoarse. “so fucking pretty when you’re pathetic,” he laughs, kissing your tears, his tongue licking the salt off your skin. he cums with a snarl, leaving you shaking, but he doesn’t let you collapse—carries you to the passenger seat, tossing his jacket over you, muttering, “you’re mine, always remember that.” his hand rests on your thigh as he drives, possessive, unyielding.
fratboy satoru who’s rarely tender, but when he is, it’s after he’s pushed you to the edge, leaving you bruised and trembling. after a night of fucking you senseless—your thighs marked with bites, your wrists sore from his grip—he pulls you into his bed, the sheets tangled and smelling of sweat. “you’re my only light,” he mumbles, voice low, kissing your hair, your shoulders, the purple welts on your thighs. his fingers trace the marks he left, like he’s trying to piece you back together, his touch almost reverent. “don’t hate me, okay?” he says, voice small, almost boyish, and you nod, too exhausted to argue, your body curling into his warmth. he holds you through the night, stroking your back, and for a fleeting moment, he’s that kid again—the one who’d sneak you candy and whisper promises under starry skies. but by morning, his eyes are cold again, his smirk sharp, reminding you the softness is a trap, a rare glitch in his cruelty.
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when he kisses your puffy pussy so sweetly and says a little breathlessly “my poor baby” as if he wasn’t the one absolutely pounding you into the next week
thinking about a YANDERE BOYFRIEND who is simply so smitten with you. so smitten that he physically cannot stay away from you too long, feeling as though he is going insane whenever you’re not around. a YANDERE BOYFRIEND who is simply so smitten with you that he chooses to show how deep his love runs for you through sex, bending you over or hoisting you up on any surface possible. a YANDERE BOYFRIEND who is simply so smitten with you that he thrusts his cock inside of you several times a day till your pussy is overflowing with semen when the sun sets. a YANDERE BOYFRIEND who is simply so smitten with you that he cannot even control his urges in public, always tugging you away to some secluded area to stick his cock inside of you for a quickie session.
a YANDERE BOYFRIEND who pretty much just wants to crawl under your skin and stay there for an eternity.
but, can you really blame him? :( you, the most beautiful thing with your sparkling eyes, long curled eyelashes, and plump, kissable lips. when you look so good, can you really blame him when his cock begins to throb in his pants and his mind is filled with nothing else but the urge to spill his sperm inside your pussy over and over? :( he tries his best he swears, he really does. when you tell him that you’re still tired from your previous fucking sessions, he tries to show some restraint, giving you the well deserved rest that you need.
however it was only a matter of time before he lost all control, pouncing on you, and repeating that cycle all over again.
“mm—” he groans on top of you, his hips stilling as he spills his warm, sticky cum into your pussy for the nth time. this wasn't even supposed to happen. exhausted from your previous sex session, and if you could manage to recall correctly, that happened just a few hours ago, you thought you could have just slithered off to the living room to rest up while you watched some sappy love drama. that was until he came into the picture again, pleading just to sink his tip inside you. and stupidly, you agreed, if that was what it took for him to give you a moment of peace for a while.
but you should have learned. you should have known better. your boyfriend was an expert in taking a mile with the inch you gave him.
and now here you were, lying beneath him in a fucked out mess, toes curled, lower half burning and tingling, as your inner thighs were drenched with both his cum and your own. you don’t even know how long you were stuck in this position, or how long this was going on for. all you knew was that your pussy was so stuffed with cum that it would just bubble around the base of his cock before spilling into the gross puddle that formed beneath you on the leather sofa. you felt like you were losing your mind.
he let out a shaky exhale, rolling his hips back and forth. and still, despite the multiple rounds, he was still hard, much to your inner chagrin. he then leaned forward, cupping both of your cheeks in his large palms, watching how your drool trickled down to your chin. you looked so out of it, with your eyes slightly rolled back, and he found it adorable. “so good,” he murmured, pressing sloppy kisses against your bruised lips. “so, so good for me. just one more round, and i’ll stop.”
without much warning, his pace picked up, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he grunted in your ear. you whined, trying to push him away with your foot, but all he did was let out a breathy laugh, gripping your thighs and folding you in half. “it’s okay. just lie there and i’ll do everything on my own.”
don’t be mad at him, okay? he just loves you very much.
Successful!Yandere has had success running through his veins since the day he was born. Achieving all he set his sights on, everything he dared to aim for was claimed. But his greatest achievement by far was bagging you, the object of all his desires, his most precious wife.
Of course, it might’ve helped that you were also one of the most nonchalant people he’s ever met.
Every dance he had made on you when you were dating was met with mild reactions. Never pushing them, or him, away but never showing great enthusiasm either. It should’ve quelled him and the dark possessive urges clawing at him since the moment he first locked eyes with your passing gaze.
But instead it only pushed his obsession further, desperate to make you react (and maybe to justify the extreme actions he was practically dying to give into).
At first while you continued to date he asked for your location to keep an eye on you at all times. Given it was, well, your second date, he expected you to say no. Assuming he’d have to break into your phone to get it.
Instead you just… handed it over without a thought. A small shrug to your shoulders and a casual, “sure,” like he had just asked you to pass him the salt.
Then he started stopping by your place unannounced, staking out in his car and watching your place all night. When you found out you didn’t even freak out or scream. You simply asked if he was cold and invited him inside.
And later on when you saw him trying to take a mold of your house key you just offered to make him a copy. Telling him he could come over whenever he wanted.
It was genuinely driving him mad. The way you weren’t in the least bit affected by his actions. Did you have a death wise? Or just zero survival instincts. Hell, it affected him. It dug at him from the inside out, all the things he wanted to do to you. Yet for you it seemed, what, normal?
For a moment he had thought, that’s it, that’s how he’ll finally catch you. If this was normal to you then how many other people were you acting like this with? The thought of you accepting anyone else this openly sent his mind to unravel.
Acting on an impulse he’d otherwise not let himself indulge in, the next time you came over his slipped a little something in your drink and carried your body downstairs. Where a nice pretty cage was waiting for you, one he’d had built right before your second date.
When you woke up he expected panic. But no. Of course not. All you did was take in your surroundings, almost admiring the damn thing, appreciating its craftsmanship or whatever. Then you actually had the nerve to get comfortable.
As if you knew you were gonna be there for a while.
He was about to pull his damn hair out. Thats what he was gonna do. Bet you wouldn’t expect that. It’d surely give him more of a reaction than the nothing you were giving him now.
He’d just have to do more, go further, lock you down for life until he could get you to crack.
A new feral glint in his eye flickers when he suddenly just jumps into his line of questioning. Throwing accusations of cheating and treating others like you did him at you that you deflect with ease. And all without a major shift of facial expression. Still, he couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to.
Because then how could he rationalize keeping you down here? That’s when your next words destroyed all his defenses as you merely told him to check his footage of you. To see for himself if you’ve treated another like you do him.
Referencing footage you shouldn’t have known about, by the way. And the footage was damming. For him anyway.
So there was only one thing left to do. Marry you. Obviously. Surely, if there was someone who could not just accept him but out smart him then you were no doubtedly soulmates. He asked you right then and there, him kneeling on one knee before you while locked up in a cage.
At the least, even if you tried to say no his sudden switch up might make you finally react. Luckily he didn’t hold his breath though because all you did was think about it for a second, move to the cage door, and say ok.
Of course he let you out without a second thought as if reacting exactly how you knew he would.
Still, his antics didn’t stop there even after the two of you got married. He thought he would finally break you when he insisted you become a stay at home spouse. To his surprise you actually agreed. Yet it took just one day of you caring for the home before he took over and hired professionals for everything.
Allowing you to do whatever you wished all day. Even his home had to be successful after all. Something told him that was all part of your plan though. So he knew he’d have to keep an even closer eye on you.
In every sense of the word he had gotten you. You were his. But it didn’t feel like a success. How could it when you came to him with such unenthusiastic acceptance?
The sense of accomplishment wasn’t there. He needed to truly trap you in a way you’d never expect. And he knew just how to do it.
Successful!Yandere folds your body into a full nelson, plunging his cock inside your tight core at a feral pace. You’re made a total wreck on his cock and he doesn’t hold back his devilish grin. The only time he can make you react is when he’s splitting you apart on his cock.
It was really all too easy to follow through on his plan to finally lock you down for life by throwing away your birth control and planting a baby deep in your fertile womb. Every thrust felt that much sweeter, like a rush of success thrumming through his veins.
Your every single cry of ecstasy was music to his ears. Getting closer and closer to achieving you, his most sought after accomplishment.
Globs of white creamy cum splatter between your already dripping bodies as his hips snap up into your eager sex. Thick messy squelches vibrate through your core as your fat cunt slurps up all his inches.
You can feel spurt after spurt of his pre cum painting your walls white with his seed. Preparing you for the moment he aims it all home. His amount is intense for someone who hasn’t even cum yet but it’s not enough.
The coil of pleasure burning at the bottom of your belly tightens as he pounds away at you, bruising your walls in a way that makes your toes curl. His cockhead that just can’t seem to stop leaking for you kisses at your g-spit each time he buries himself in to the hilt.
He fucks you like it’s a punishment, no, like it’s a promise. For what, you don’t have any idea. Not until he tells you.
“S-so hah! this is what it takes to get a little response— mmph— out of you, huh?” He growls out over your screams and moans.
For someone so seemingly well adjusted to chaos you sure are vocal.
“Let’s see how you react when I put a baby in this cute belly. There’s not, nngh, nothin’ stopping my seed from taking root. Not anymore.”
His words curl around you like a warm hug from a venomous snake, getting tighter and tighter. You can see the way his smirk grows wider, a dark glint flickering across his features.
A moment later you realize what he means and your eyes widen. When you try to open your mouth to say something the only thing that comes out are broken moans.
It takes you a few seconds too late that the tightening sensation at the base of your core isn’t just a rush or overwhelming emotion but your orgasm ready to snap.
It’s too late to stop yourself from falling off the edge. A ragged scream leaves your gaping maw, your body bursting with heat as the rush of chemicals washes over you. Your release bursts out of you like a tidal wave and your husband goes feral for it, joining you immediately in your climax.
With our final slam he buries himself to the hilt, flooding your womb with his hot semen. Ensuring without a doubt that it takes.
Tenderly he cups your cheek, looking down at you like you hung the moon and the stars themselves. He meets your lips in a slow kiss you can’t help but melt into.
“This is it, my love. What I’ve been looking for this whole time,” he whispers against your lips.
And maybe this is what you’ve been trying to push him toward all along. Needing him to finally really snap as much as he does.
SYNOPSIS. Overlooked by your whole life in favor to his patient and also childhood friend — you kept quiet. Silently loving the man that belongs to you in a arranged marriage and sometimes you get tired too of asking to be noticed. A outburst from a drunken confession, leads you one thing to another. Miraculously surviving a fatal car accident and being placed under the care of your distant fiancé. Things started to change and so is he. Zayne can't take his eyes off you now. You got his whole attention and he's not that willing to let you go.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: A huge thanks to @itsmearia01 for requesting this one and turning this into a whole trilogy with extra scenes.
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THE CHAPTERS CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING. heavy angst + canon divergence + non mc + unrequited love + arranged marriage + yandere themes + ooc zayne + implied noncon/dubcon + pregnancy + babytrapping + emotional cheating + possessiveness + clubbing + neglect + emotional manipulation + gaslighting + implied murder + car accidents + blood and violence. dead dove do not eat.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏: HEART OF GLASS
It wasn't your place to dictate what his heart wants but sometimes you wished his affections were directed to you — just once. was it difficult to spare you crumbs of affection or when Zayne noticed how you start to pull away from him and it was too late for him to realize how damaged the relationship was you desperately trying to build and you got tired of wanting him. can he still get you back? or must he turn to drastic measures?
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐: THE SNOWFLAKES ON YOUR SHOULDERS
Zayne's an expert for fixing things including heart related problems and yours wasn't an exception. He can take apart your heart and fill the holes of your once shattered heart but can he really do it? When it is you who's refusing him now?
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑: MY HEART IN YOUR HANDS
a night of his love bore a result. one that you can't escape from. you were still determined to let go of him and put him the story and happiness he deserves even you'll be left with nothing but a body with a shattered heart — Zayne is a another story. He's not willing to let you go when he's already in too deep.
𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒
❆ MC TRYING TO RECONNECT WITH ZAYNE
❆ TELLING A OLD FRIEND ABOUT YOUR SITUATION
❆ ZAYNE FINDING OUT YOU KILLED YOURSELF
❆ ZAYNE REACTING TO YOU BEING KIDNAPPED
❆ DEVELOPING STOCKHOLM SYNDROME
❆ HOW MANY KIDS HE'LL WANT
❆ ZAYNE SUPPORTING HIS WIFE'S NEW HOBBY
❆ IMPULSIVELY LEAVING HIM
❆ THE TWINS BEING SCARED OF HIM
❆ THE MORNING AFTER
❆ FINDING OUT THAT YOU'RE AFRAID OF BEING PREGNANT
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Does anyone here knows that uraume x sukuna x reader fic where sukuna fucks uraume gently while he fucks reader rough and uraume is jealous of reader getting to experience those rough nights while reader is jealous of uraume for getting to experience sukuna's soft sides. I CANNOT find it omg i am going insane plsplspls help me find it 🙏🙏🙏
Hi, can I request Eren fucking nerd reader even though he already has a girlfriend? Like he likes fucking her every time Eren and his girlfriend fought just to release some stress. And one day reader just had enough and started dating someone, she blocked all of his contacts and social media. They even acted like strangers. Eren try to act nonchalant at first but seeing how happy she is with her boyfriend makes him snap and act violently. He beat her boyfriend and terrorised him to leave her. Eren then forced himself on her and got her pregnant. She tried to abort but Eren knew and threatened to kill her if she tried that act again. In the end, they got married and Eren's ex-girlfriend (he had just broken up after the reader became pregnant) watched them with teary eyes.
Sorry for my lack of grammar. I hope you are always in good shape ❤️
-> kinda long and also unedited. Sorry for any mistakes.
⚠️: NON CON, cheating, blackmail, abuse/abusive behaviour, yandere!eren
When you wake up to banging on your dorm room door, you already know who it is.
And as much as you don’t want to answer it, you know he’d break the door down before letting you have a day of peace.
So reluctantly, you stand up, wrapped in your blanket and let him in.
“What the fuck took you so long?” He says, taking off his shirt.
“I was sleeping” you said annoyed, before plopping down on your bed.
You hated this. Hated how his fights with his girlfriend, Mikasa, would get him all riled up, and he’d come and take it out on you.
He snatches your blanket and throws it on the floor. You whine but he shuts you up with a kiss.
His hands are everywhere, gripping your throat, tugging your shirt up, squeezing your tits rough enough to bruise.
“Shut up and spread your legs,” he orders, yanking your shorts down in one move.
He doesn’t bother with prep. He never does. Just spits on his cock, pushes your thighs apart, and shoves himself in.
The stretch makes you gasp, nails digging into his back, but he pins your wrists above your head.
“Don’t act like you don’t love this,” he sneers, hips snapping against yours. “You’re soaked every fucking time.”
He sets a brutal pace, using you like a fleshlight. Every thrust is fueled by anger, by frustration from Mikasa.
Your head hits the headboard, tears springing to your eyes from the force. He licks them up, laughing.
“Does it hurt, baby? Oh, but I know you can take it, my girl.”
You wanna slap yourself when your heart starts beating faster at the stupid pet name.
He pulls out halfway just to slap his cock against your pussy, smearing slick everywhere, before slamming back in.
Your moans embarrass you, muffled under his palm when he clamps it over your mouth.
“Keep it down. Don’t want your neighbours knowing you’re my dirty little secret.”
He cums deep inside without warning, holding you down by the throat while grinding into you.
Leaves you messy, dripping, your body trembling from overstimulation.
And just like always, he gets up, pulls on his pants, and heads for the door.
You always felt gross after. Not only physically but morally too. You felt terrible for Mikasa (though she is kind of a bitch).
You hated being in the middle of this, but Eren had such a hold on you and you couldn’t explain why. He’s just so intoxicating and ever since he took your virginity at an obnoxious frat party, you couldn’t help but feel attached to him.
Especially how he’d linger around you at school and secretly tease you. Maybe out of the blue, sit with you while you’re studying, buy you a tea and just show you his sweet side.
But your heart felt heavy for being a home-wrecker and it was time to open your eyes because you and Eren weren’t gonna go anywhere. It’s just a dumb fantasy.
So you block him. That night. On everything. Just deleted him like he doesn’t exist anymore.
All your favourite spots to study? You unfortunately had to let go of them. You frequented your favourite tea spot less and even applied to switch dorm rooms.
It seemed like the universe was on your side this time, because you did get approved to move dorms. You found other hidden areas to study and found the tea bags used at your favourite tea place.
You’ve hardly seen Eren, but you assume he’s busy because it’s football season.
The times you have seen him, you acted normal which is basically ignoring each other’s existence.
But don’t think that Eren hasn’t noticed you blocking his number and social media. Sometimes he’d go on your Instagram and rub one out when he wasn’t feeling it with mikasa, but when he couldn’t reach your page, he scoffed.
He goes to message you and sure enough, messages are green. Whatever. You wanna play this game? Let’s play.
He could get thousands of other bitches if he really wanted to. Hell, his dms are full of em. What, did you think you’re special or something?
Meanwhile, you began joining clubs on campus in attempt to make some friends. Everyone’s sweet but already had their little circle, so you still feel like an outsider.
It wasn’t until a nice guy named Porco, invited you to hang with him and his friends.
You were flabbergasted initially, because you knew Porco. He was on the football team with Eren. You thought everyone on the football team was a douchey jock but you couldn’t be more wrong about Porco.
He was sweet, gentle and a huge goof. Always did stupid things but it kept you laughing. He wasn’t the brightest either but you were more than capable to help him out in his academics.
The two of you balanced each other out which made you a good pair. Now Porco’s the type of guy to show off his girl. He paraded you around, told everyone how lucky he was to have you and well, Eren was starting to get pissed.
He tried, tried sooooo hard to be nonchalant about it.
But Porco wouldn’t shut the fuck up about you. And here’s the thing right. Porco never spoke directly to Eren. He and Eren are civil but not really friends. Just teammates. But Porco would talk so loudly to his friends about you, that Eren can’t help but overhear.
It makes him wanna bang his head against the locker till he’s bleeding. And he doesn’t know why that’s his reaction.
The last straw for Eren was after a game they had won. You attended, standing on the bleachers, wearing Porco’s jersey with the school colours painted on your cheeks. You looked so cute and he could only wish you were here wearing his jersey and supporting him instead.
Instead, he looks down at the field and sees his girlfriend leading the cheer team. He should be happy. He, the quarterback was dating the hottest girl in school which happened to be the cheer captain. A match made in heaven yet Eren felt empty.
When the game ends and your school wins, you’re rushing off the bleachers and Porco’s rushing to you. He catches you in his arms, squeezing you before pressing his lips on yours.
You’re all smiles, and so giddy because your boyfriend made a touch down. You’re so proud of him and Eren can’t help but look over and fume because even though your boyfriend made a touchdown, Eren was the one who secured the teams win by scoring another touchdown.
It’s supposed to be a happy and celebratory night until he can’t hold back anymore. He walks over to the two of you, with Porco’s back facing him. He puts a hand on his shoulder, roughly turns him around and throws a punch.
Everyone freezes and lets out a gasp before Eren throws another punch again. Finally people spring into action, the other teammates trying to get him off as he yells at Porco.
“Do you know your whore of a girlfriend’s been fucking me behind your back? She ruined my relationship but won’t let me ruin hers.”
You’re hysterical and mortified he’d even say that. You’re trying to help Porco up and begging Eren to stop but he looks at you with so much hostility in his eyes.
“Don’t fucking play innocent, you slut. You ruined me, and now you wanna pretend like you’re some perfect girlfriend? Fuck you.”
“He’s lying. I would never, Porco.”
Eren’s blinded by rage at this point. He leaps to you, grabbing your hair and forcing you to face him.
“You reallllly wanna play this fucking game? Do you? Hm?”
This grip on your hair is tighter and the only thing you can say is a pathetic, “please”
But Eren was too far gone. There wasn’t an ounce of mercy left in his body. At the end of the day, Eren’s a selfish guy. It’s his way or the highway.
Someone pulls him off of you and you help take Porco to the nurse.
It’s silent and awkward. Neither of you know what to say while he’s sitting on the bed, ice pack against his face.
You figured you’d start off. “I… really don’t know why he would say that. I’ve never been unfaithful to you, Porco.”
He doesn’t respond, and a couple beats later, his phone dings.
He scoffs, then laughs like a mad man before looking at you. “You’re sitting here, continuously lying to me with your filthy fucking mouth, while Eren sends me proof.”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “What proof?”
“You still wanna act fucking clueless? Stop fucking lying-”
“No I swear I don’t-”
He turns the phone towards you and sure enough, there’s a video of you getting fucked from behind.
You wanted to throw up because you didn’t know Eren had videos of you. Why would he do this to you, you couldn’t understand.
“Porco, please I swear that’s from before and I didn’t even know he took videos, please I swear on everything-”
“Get out.”
You’re crying now. He’s the best thing that’s happened to you and Eren’s ruining it.
“Please Poc, I swear I didn’t-”
He raised his voice louder, “get the fuck out NOW!”
You grabbed your things and left. You’re sobbing while walking back to your dorm when you see Eren’s car parked in the parking lot.
How did he find you again?
You turn on your heels and walk the opposite direction, not having the energy or patience to deal with him again.
Too bad Eren doesn’t give a fuck about how you’re affected. You hear the car door open then slam shut.
The steps increased to a jog and when he grabs your arm to turn you around, your hand raises to slap him.
But Eren was a step ahead. He stopped it before it could reach his cheek. You started to squirm, but it was useless. You were up against a quarterback, a man who trains his body everyday for multiple hours.
To be honest, you just began to cry while asking him what the hell he wanted.
“Your dorm or my car, pick one.”
“I don’t wanna go anywhere with you.” You spat, and he drags you to the front door.
“Let me in or I’ll post that video I sent to Porco.”
You give up.
You lead him into your dorm and as soon as the door closes, he pounces. A hard slap lands on your cheek and you’re on the floor.
You hold your cheek while he grabs your arms and manhandles you on the bed.
“Eren, please. I don’t want-”
“Right now, I don’t give a fuck about what you want.”
Your skirt is in shreds. Porco’s jersey is ripped and thrown on the floor like trash.
His hand is hot on your throat, cutting off half your breath while he pounds into you.
The slap still stings your cheek, tears blurring your vision, but he doesn’t let up.
He’s ruthless, hips snapping, balls slapping against you with every thrust. The bedframe bangs against the wall, the sound echoing.
You whimper, begging him to stop, but he only presses harder on your neck and fucks you deeper.
He pulls you up by the hair, bending you over the desk, knocking your textbooks to the floor.
He cums inside you hard, holding you in place, growling against your ear while you sob into the wood.
“You’re such a useless whore. Thinking you can block me out of your life.”
He doesn’t stop until you’ve passed out. Once he’s satisfied, he puts his clothes back and, unbeknownst to you, takes the spare key to your dorm before heading out to deal with his furious girlfriend.
The following days, your body betrays you. You decided to skip some days (too mortified to face anyone) and unfortunately, your body decided to act strange too.
You felt nauseous in the mornings, had tender breast and smells that never bothered you have been really getting to you.
You know what it means, but you don’t want to believe it.
The one time you leave the dorm is to buy a pregnancy test. When you take it then stare at the two faint lines, you feel your whole world crashing down.
There was no way you were going to keep it. You’ll take a bus out of town for an abortion. You weren’t ready to have kids, and you sure as hell weren’t going to have Eren’s kid.
So you planned everything. The bus to the city leaves on Monday morning, you’ll bring your credit card and a few hundred dollars in cash.
However, on Sunday night, when you come home from printing your bus ticket, your room is destroyed with Eren sitting on your bed.
The pregnancy test is on the night stand and so is the folder where you’ve been keeping all the pamphlets and research for your abortion.
The colour gets drained from your face when Eren asks, “you really thought you could kill my kid? Are you fucking insane?”
You try to make a run for it but he’s faster and stronger. He slams the door shut and shoves you towards your bed.
You dropped the ticket in the process and when Eren picks it up and reads it, all he sees is red.
So he does the only thing logical in his mind. Which is claim you again.
You try desperately to fight back, but Eren was far too strong and stubborn to even listen to your pleas. He doesn’t care about how this would ruin your life, he doesn’t care about how you’re not ready to be a mother, he doesn’t care about your needs, only his and now his future kid.
You’re not ready to be a mother? Then learn to be ready because he’s not letting you kill his kid.
He fucked it into you, and came deep inside. If you weren’t pregnant before, you sure as hell are now.
“Try that shit again and I’ll kill you myself. You hear me? You’re carrying my kid. That shit is not just for you to decide.” (It literally is but he doesn’t give af)
He gets you to drop out a week later. Gives you an empty promise that you can enroll after your kid is born, but who am I kidding? He’ll knock you up as soon as you’re healed.
You meet his family. And you’re left wondering how Eren turned out a complete monster when his parents are so sweet, gentle and charismatic.
They’re excited for the grand-baby but really pushed for the two of you to get married before your little one arrives.
So, Eren takes you to the courthouse, you get married on paper. A few months later, you’re about 7 months pregnant when the wedding happens.
It nearly gets spoiled by Eren’s crazy ex, Mikasa. Which ultimately leads to her getting arrested because she had been stalking you ever since the pregnancy announcement.
She planned on foul play but police were able to shut it down before she could act on her plan.
After that drama, Eren builds you a nice home just outside of the big city. He’s there for business while you stay home and take care of your little boy, Elijah.
His eyes are green, just like his father’s. It’s actually shocking how none of you gene came into play for your son. He’s just his father’s mini me.
At night, Eren comes home, drops his briefcase, and kisses you while you cradle your son.
He holds you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as Elijah falls asleep.
“I think it’s time we gave the little guy a sibling, don’t you think?”
Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):
“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.
“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.
“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.
“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”
“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”
“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.
“If you want to break up dialogue to insert an action"—she gesticulated wildly to emphasize her point—"then you use em dashes around the action.”
“You can also break up dialogue by placing the em dash inside the quotation mark, but—” She took a moment to catch her breath. “—you must treat the action like a sentence. It must be capitalized with an end punctation.”
“When humans speak, we often get sidetracked (and share information that may not be all that pertinent, a secret, or something we probably shouldn’t be talking about). Use parenthesis in your dialogue when you want to demonstrate this.”
***
“If you’re writing a long monologue, then it likely needs to be broken into multiple paragraphs. Because one long paragraph of dialogue that takes up an entire page or multiple pages is very hard on the eyes.
“So conclude the previous dialogue paragraph without a quotation mark, and start the next dialogue paragraph with a quotation mark. This shows the reader that the same person is still speaking, without the need for additional action or dialogue tags.”
Also another fic i suddenly remember. Idk which character it was but it was probably gojo?? Im not sure but the plot was about reader's multiple failed attempts at his life. One thing i remember was reader finally losing her cool and put a pillow on his head while sleeping then satoru squirms for a bit until his movements stopped and reader was relieved then like satoru's eyes popped up and he asked reader something pls help me find it omg anyone 🥹
