#toxic cw

[adolescenceknight]

how it started: screaming and running away from your fo

how it's going: screaming and running away when someone takes you away from your fo

[thekillingmoonmoon]

unholy: tokyo revengers

haitani ran

Pairing: Bonten! Haitani Ran x Fem! Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, cheating, angst, toxic!Ran

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You see the wedding ring before you really see him, noticing his Cheshire grin and the dangerously designed lines of his suit next. At first, you write him off, just another sleazebag trying to get some pussy because his wife doesn't satisfy him anymore. But when those lilac eye linger a little too long on your limbs, you know you're a butterfly trapped in a spider's web. You're caught, ensnared in his lap, grinding down on his hard on like your salary depends on it. But this dance is for free, for the next set of lingerie you'll find in your dressing room, for the bouquet of roses on your front step.

You hear who he is through hushed whispers, know who he is by the dark marks staining his throat as he gulps down his expensive liquor. And when it escalates, his ring becomes irrelevant, especially when he's got his face buried between your legs, stroking your furnace into a fire. He’s pure poison, and you swallow him down with willingness, letting him take over you body with every twitch and turn of his wayward hands. All he has to say is “come” and you’re already there, dressed in his latest gift, ready to get railed in the back of his expensive car at the end of the night. You know it isn’t love, but it’s the closest thing he can give you, especially with a pregnant wife waiting for him at home. He’s always so apologetic when he leaves, humming over your spilt tears and wet cheeks. He whispers sweet nothings as he fucks you, giving you empty promises as he coaxes you to climax. You cling on to him, his hair tangled in your sweet hands, his shirt stained by your lipstick. You try to claim him, to leave your mark on him, but his woman, his wife, she never notices. You know her, have watched her. You’ve watched her walk around her neighbourhood, swollen with the child of the man you love, greeting each and every one of her neighbours with a joyful tone. You approached her, once, to try tell her who you are, what you mean to Ran, but you lost courage halfway, only congratulating her and disappearing away. She is sweet, ripe and honey-rich. You are nothing. Nothing but a doll for Ran to play with. A doll to fuck, not love. But you love him. You tell him so. As he spills himself into your throbbing cunt, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his cum trickling down your thighs, you tell him you love him, and he only hums in reply. The next morning you’ll get a new gift, a new toy – normally with a bunch of red roses and a card marked with his name. But you’ll never get a ring, never know his true affections. But you stay, stay at his command, opening your legs for him whenever he seeks you out. Because something is better than nothing, even if you’re being torn apart.

[faemytho]

'tis lucilevi brainrot hours enjoy :hee:

"I thought I could trust you," Lucixiur spat with a tone cooler than the depths of despondence.

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"I- You can, Luci-" Leviath stammered, voice soft and broken, the green circle gemstone at his throat glimmering in the dim light.

"No, I don't want to hear it," Lucixiur snapped, eyes cold and harsh and sharp. "You clearly don't give a fuck about me, not if you're doing this to me."

"Luci, I'm not doing anything to you-" Leviath spoke again, and promptly found the air knocked from his silk covered chest as he was shoved against the wall.

Lucixiur looked down at him, eyes glittering hard and narrowed like sharpened topaz. Leviath's own, uncovered eyes widened in shock.

"I said," the Prince of Pride hissed, low and cold and angry. "I don't want to hear it."

[redinksoul]

So is this Mimzy? Has Mimzys role been downgraded to part of a gang of like-minded fangirls or has this always been the plan?

The progression of these few panels seems like the fangirls are prone to aggressive jealousy. What does Alastor encouraging woman-eat-woman (literally?) behaviour say about him, when his main redeeming quality is his Respect For Women? Seems like if Mimzys role is someone caught in a toxic parasocial relationship with him that he is encouraging, that could be an interesting character conflict for him in the future.

[adolescenceknight]

your sibling f/o doesn't give a shit if you want them or not.

you live together. just separated by a door. you can't hide forever. and when they get ahold of you, they'll make you want them.

[adolescenceknight]

f/o that blows up at you for things that aren't your fault <333

[autisticandroids]

tooooo much dean crit is like. [core aspect of deans psyche] is inherently abusive he should die. and then of course as i share almost all of the core aspects of deans psyche i read all of those posts and enter a very weird mental state for a couple of days.

yeah. we are all develop mental illness from project onto these soap opera characters who have every personality trait turned up to eleven until all of them are toxic

[autisticandroids]

I can't believe you've turned the O'Brien polycule into malicious baby stealing mpreg

:3! everything becomes more toxic when you put it on supernatural