warnings: INJURY (DISLOCATION), dubcon bordering noncon, tobio my beloved following his devious thoughts over considering readers feelings lmao, fainting/passing out
There’s a curious glint in his eyes that spells out a certain doom for you. Something bouncing around in that round head of his head that can only be satiated by completing whatever inane idea that’s popped into it.
“Thinkin’ a little too hard for a man in the middle of round three.” You manage to pant out, twisting around a little to see the thoughtful furrow of his brows.
He plants a hand between your shoulder blades, silently commanding you keep your chest flush against the sheets. Skilled fingers trace over your spine, dragging along to trace over the sharp curve of your shoulder.
“How far can you bend?” The question comes out so soft you’re unsure if it’s meant for your ears, simply meant to be something for himself.
There’s some witty response in the back of your exhausted, fucked out mind, interrupted by another question that sends a rush down your spine and leaving you clenching around his thick cock.
“How far until you break?” It’s said in quiet reverence, perfectly maintained fingers continuing to dance along your heated skin, there’s a hitch in your breath, a rasp in his.
Whatever he’s thinking, it fills you with a curiosity that leaves you on edge, tinged with a. fear that leaves you unsure if you want to know just what taints his thoughts.
He pulls out, an involuntary whine falling from your lips as he twists you around until you land on your back, too spent to argue as you watch his little curiosities continue to grind away at the gears in his head.
“Tobio.” You whisper, hand rising to cup at his cheek, a little concerned at how hard he’s thinking.
“Tell me if it’s too much.” He takes your hand, bringing the palm to his lips to settle a tender kiss before moving to grab at your wrist.
He begins to pull and pull, his other hand landing with his palm planting against your sternum and fingers splaying across your throat.
A question bubbles in the back of your mind, still unsure of what he’s trying to achieve until you feel it, your muscles, tendons and ligaments beginning to scream in protest.
There’s a muffled pop, then a numbness that precedes a sharp pain that bleeds through your shoulder and you’re sobbing reaches your ears before it registers in your mind.
“It hurts, it hurts.” You wail, your consciousness brought back to you as he thrust his cock past your clenching entrance, forcing you to take him once more.
He shushes you tenderly, maneuvering the two of you to sit up, still seated on his cock as the stabbing pain throbs through your entire body, unable to form anything coherent as he gently fucks up into you.
“No more.” The words are slurred together, spurred by how he palpates around your still dislocated shoulder. There’s a curious hum in your ears as the head of his cock rams into that sensitive bundle, a pained moan escaping you.
Slowly he grabs your bicep, lifting your limp arm and carefully rolling and rolling until there’s another even softer pop. That same stabbing pain ricochets through your body, forcing you to clench down on him, gasping when you feel his cum spill inside of you.
You feel faint, sick, wanting to escape as he keeps you clutched tightly against him, continuing to prod at the abused muscles of your shoulder.
“It’s okay.” It’s not, you think bitterly as you slump against him, a fuzziness overtaking your vision.
"Aone is so fucking large" made me wonder how *large*. He's 6'4 and I'm???? He's so tall and I'm so short like I'm 5ft and he's so tall and big and I'm BEGGING him to ruin me and my whole life. Aone is legally required to back me against the wall and intimidate me with a hand around my throat. I wanna be whatever he wants me to be
the fact he's a construction worker in the timeskip sends me to my grave bc big strong man
i’ve been looking for 18+ servers to join if the whorehouse still accepting members?
HI WE ARE however (ew the bold looks so official) i wanna remake the form and maybe the post,,,, again,,,,, just bc i havent been on in awhile idk when that shall be,, could be in two days could be in two weeks i dont wanna give a specific date bc i probs wont,,, reach it
ngl i would give u writing ideas but all i have in my mind rn is issei paying for my stiletto nails just because ive been scratching his back a lot and the issue is that it burns when he showers and not in the good way
jhkfsdkjk unfortunately i am flush w writing ideas w my 60 wips </3 skdfhskdjf im never not thinkin bout tearin up that man