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thinking of revenge sex with ex-boyfriend!toji to get back at your cheating boyfriend.

"so what, you wanna send a video of us fucking to get back at yer shitty boyfriend?"

toji knew it was only a matter of time before you came showing up at his door. you'd never been able to resist him during your relationship, so what makes it any different now that you apparently found some good boy who treats you better? he knows he's ruined you for any other man and the thought makes him so fucking cocky. his dick is replaceable. or so he thought, anyways.

he remembers the day you dumped him. oh, you found someone who's sweet and charming? yeah, right. he could see through the man's facade even with his eyes closed. besides, the man wasn't even half as attractive as he is. toji was offended that you'd downgraded to a cheating asshole like that. he treated— no, treats you better than him.

"nasty fuckin' girl," toji's gravelly voice rasps through hot, heavy pants. you respond with a high-pitched whine, hips pathetically bucking to get any kind of relief from the heated ache between your legs he's adamantly keeping you from getting. he's buried so deep inside you, you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

a rough hand pushes the side of your face into the mattress, one of his thumbs hooking into your mouth. "toji, please—!"

"not you. i'm talking to this greedy girl."

a glob of gooey saliva hits your perky clit before he's rubbing it with his other thumb, pinching it every few seconds to see you squirm and watch your tits bounce in tandem to your body's squirming movement.

everything has your mind cloudy and your eyes unfocused, the only thing you're actually focused solely on is getting him to just pound his fat cock into you. you can barely even register your phone on his bedside table recording the both of you anymore.

"i knew you were obsessed with my dick, but i didn't think you were going to be this pathetic about it." toji snarks with a coarse chuckle, not even bothering to hide the condescending smirk playing on his lips when he watches the arch of your back on the phone screen. he slaps your clit with the pads of his fingers and mannerlessly rolls you onto your stomach, splaying a hand across the span of your abdomen and then lower... lower... lower...

"what the fuck?"

toji's face falls into a disgruntled frown, his hand stopping almost immediately when he sees a message pop up on your screen. one of his hands come up, calloused palm now silencing your needy whimpers.

"why the fuck is shiu asking if you're still coming over?"

“Good Morning Honey”

Pairing: WifefuckerMilkman!Ted x Reader

Summary:  You guys were friends as kids, but then you had to move away and y'all grew apart. Fast forward 20 years, you move back to your hometown with your now husband who your unhappy with, and Ted is now milkman. And one day while your husband's at work, he is delivering some milk, and you end up catching up. You somehow letting it slip that you were unhappy in your marriage, and it leads to something that you’re quite happy with.

Warning: Cheating, Smut, Size Kink, Breeding Kink, Dom!Ted x Sub!Reader (Soft Dom Ted?), Pet names Doll, Sweetheart, and Honey, Ted Being Called Teddy and Theodore (angst if you squint?)

Minors DNI

You and Ted were thick as thieves, you would give each other nicknames, you calling him Theodore knowing he would only take it from you. You guys had met in preschool and were the bestest of friends, but you’re guys’ friendship soon came crashing down when your parents told you you guys were moving before 2nd grade. 

Now here you were moving back to your hometown now newly and unhappily married. You felt like your husband was going to be your dream guy, but the honeymoon phase was far gone, and you guys had newly moved to try and get a new start after a pretty bad fight. 

Here you are at home alone, while your husband was at work. Ted had noticed someone new had moved into town, so when he was delivering his milk for the day, he figured this new move-in was his last delivery of the day. So he decided while he was finishing his day, he would knock on the door and introduce himself. 

You hear a knock that feels familiar, but you go up and check the door. When you sling open the door, you see a tall, handsome man with a face that you felt that you had seen before. When the man opens his mouth, noting your lingering eyes, his voice itched something in the back of your head as he says, “Hello, my names Ted, I’m your milkman. I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.” As he says his name, you realize it was your best friend Ted, your childhood crush Ted that you had to leave as kids.

You manage out a “Ted, is that you Ted, it’s y/n?”

Ted realizes who you are almost immediately pulling you into a tight, long hug. You pull him inside, and god did that childhood crush come back and he grew into an even more handsome man. You guys spend hours catching up, while you’re waiting for you husband to come home.

While you guys are talking you somehow let it slip that you were unhappily married. Ted had told you he was still fortunately single, so you were saying that you were married but that fact you were unhappy slipped by. ‘I mean it’s better than what could have slipped passed’ you thought. 

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You guys had been talking for the past few days, but since you had let it slip that you were unhappy in your marriage to your husband, things have gotten flirty. it started out being just small glances that lingered a little too long, hands brushing together, things like that. But recently Ted has started hugging you from behind while you made a snack or setting you on his lap as you guys watched something together.

One day when you guys were hanging out with him since you husband was on a work trip for a couple days, you decided to pull out some wine. A few cups in you’re both a little tipsy and you slur out “I-i love you” to Ted. And he responded with “I love you too y/n” With that you slur out “No I mean I’m in love with you, love you Teddy” Ted freezes not knowing how to respond. The air changes, he knew he liked you but since you were married even if it was unhappily he was pretty sure you wouldn’t like him back. 

But if you did indeed like him in that way he needed to know if you were telling the truth so he asks you “Is that so doll?” You move towards Ted and put your hands on his chest and respond to him, “I do Theodore, I really do.”

With that he pulls you into a kiss, it was soft, gentle, it felt like he was treating you like porcelain. You pull him in by his shirt making the kiss hungrier, letting him know that you weren’t made of glass and not so fragile. You fumbled with his uniform trying desperately to tear it off of him, he pulls away from the kiss catching his breath, as he takes off his uniform. Once he was stripped he turns to you who was also taking off your clothes. 

Once y’all were stripped he pulls you back into a kiss, cupping your jaw as he pulls you closer to him. This turns into a heated makeout, him throwing you down onto your coach. He slowly moves down leaving lovebites and sloppy kisses all over your collarbone and neck, quickly finding that sweet spot. His hand snakes down slowly starting to sleep a finger in, slowly stretching you out. Soon adding 2nd one and a 3rd one quickly being added after. 

You watch as he strokes himself a few times before he slowly enters. You hiss at the stretch the pain quickly turning to pleasure as he gives you a second to adjust. Just staying still until he groans out, “Can I just fuck you now, cause- fuck Sweetheart I don’t know how much longer I’m ‘onna last with you squeezing me like this.” You just nodding frantically in response, already far gone.

He slowly starts thrusting in and out a slow, rough pace, his pace gradually picking up as he pounds you into the couch cushion. Keeping his hand on your stomach as he feels the indent there from his pace and size. You far gone at this point only knowing the mind-blowing amount of pleasure he was putting you through, not even being able to distinguish what it is that he’s saying. But you can feel that knot in you stomach tying itself, quickly snapping as you clench around Ted to give him some kind of warning.

You feel him fill you up as you come down from your high, and then him lifting you as he’s still in you. He carries you to your kitchen, bending you over the counter, saying “’m gonna’ fuck you on every surface I can so when your dumb little husband comes home I’ll know I am everywhere in here not only in you.” His words going to your heat, you subconsciously clenching at his words, making him say “Oh, you like that don’t you dirty little slut, but you’re my slut aren’t you hun?” You just repeating yes like a mantra. 

And boy did he make good on that promise, he fucked you for hours pulling countless orgasms from you as he filled you up countless times. Every time saying how you’re his now, got to fill you up to prove it. Tucking you into bed gently and getting you water before snuggling in beside you. 

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The next morning you wake up and you see a cup of milk on your bedside table, as your looking for Ted. Him not being in bed, so you try to get up wobbling as you try to support yourself. Slowly gain some balance, you throw on a shirt of yours and wobble into the kitchen finding Ted in the kitchen in a sweater and sweatpants. You come up, hugging him from behind. Feeling the rumble as he speaks up “Good Morning Honey.” 

He turns around moving the the bacon he was making, quickly turning off the burner. He holds you in the kitchen leaning against your counter, just standing there holding you till you pipe up, “I love you Ted,” him responding “I love you too Sweetheart.”

You guys just hold each other, until he picks you up and sets you on the counter serving breakfast. After breakfast you guys cuddle up on the coach enjoying each others company glad your husband won’t be home until tomorrow. 

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When your up in the morning Ted was still cuddled up against you, you slipping out of bed throwing on his sweater he had discarded the night before. Walking to the kitchen as you make breakfast, feeling someone come up behind you and hug you. You lay your head back into Ted’s chest as he holds you. You finish up breakfast and you guys talk about what you wanna do. 

You decide you should probably divorce your husband, so you get ready and Ted goes on his way getting his house ready for when your husband comes home. When your husband comes home he tells you he has to tell you something and you say you have something to tell him too. You let him go first and he says “I want a divorce, I don’t love you anymore if I ever did.” You just stand there and respond “Me too,” you take a deep breath “I want a divorce too.” You pack your things go over to Ted’s as you and your husband go though the divorce.

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A/N: Thank you so much for the support on my last fic. I really enjoyed writing it, and hope you enjoyed this one. 

In Defense of Yagami Yato

Alright, there's some literal flames beginning inside and outside of the community and she's coming under some fire herself after the posting of an audio. Not to mention the accusations surrounding her after it was posted

Before, people were already not very kind for the things she creates but I'd like to clarify things as someone who derives comfort from her content.

Even holding it as somewhat of an outlet.

I’m going to go through and debunking some things. You don’t have to enjoy her content or continue to support her or things of the like but let’s dive into this.

I will also do my best to provide evidence and make the points concise and clear. Please correct me if there is anything I get incorrect.

There will be triggering topics under the cut, everything will be tagged to the best of my ability.

I do not condone inc*st or anything presented in the evidence I’m about to show you. I also ask that you attack no one that I have made mention of.

Mentions of pseudo-incest, incest, sexual assault, blackmail, cheating/infidelity. Please heed these warnings before reading.

Let’s start off with the “aging up minors just to lewd them”.

This is immediately untrue. She ages them up for the sake of a story she is trying to tell, in the main storyline of her audios - all of the students either start as third years and end up pro heroes.

A lot of her early audios involved prefacing how characters fell in love!

It is like an alternate universe where all the story lines intersect and story takes up a good chunk of the audios. While there is the odd one off here and there with just straight up sex, it is clear that they are adults.

Old enough to consume alcohol, own property, be pro heroes, etc.

They are old enough to get married with parental permission by the time they graduate high school. According to Japanese law.

She also gets absolutely nothing out of these audios because she explained that she is aro-ace. There was also that none of this is scripted and often done while she is doing other things, like playing video games or drawing or doing other tasks.

I also distinctly remember her explaining that she hadn’t started doing female voices until recently because it’s harder for her to dissociate. She also does not do anything sexual when it comes to just her normal self as she finds it uncomfortable(male self is fair game).

Cece briefly went onto explain her own mental trauma in experiencing being assaulted as a minor, so she is not aging up the students just to lewd them because she’s had to deal with that type of shit herself.

There is also the problem that underaged kids are apparently all over her content, god, I already touched on this before but in this day and age - we can barely tell who is telling the truth about their age or not.

But I know she had recently attempted to slice down on minors consuming her content by age restricting everything, marking it as 18+ and so on.

Source is her “Addressing the Drama” video up on her Youtube.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7CcMXanmkM

But apparently, they’re still bypassing everything by lying about their age or something or other. Even her Patreon is being sort of exploited in this manner because someone is allowing them to have money to support her.

Not to mention those that take that content and start pasting it on places like TikTok.

I’m not apart of her Discord but read from a third party source that she swiped the entire NSFW channel from the server and there is a just Patreon one in the works? I’m unsure about the details of this particular subject.

I don’t know a lot about this and I’m not on her Discord server full on simply because I was way too nervous to speak to her or anybody else on it. But with a quick search of it, I can see that they don’t discuss Patreon matters on it and NSFW is not allowed on it as of right now.

But either way, it’s clear that she and her mods are trying to crack down on shit like this.

Finally, the most recent, “she supports inc*st”.

Alright, at this point, Yato has taken it down but it is what made her receive some of the recent ire. Even from a rather prominent cosplayer of whom’s content I enjoyed and decidedly unfollowed as it’s clear they did not want to have any YY supporters as fans. While it pains me a little, I have to disagree with this as well and provide some sort of context as I had listened to the audio.

Let me provide a small screenshot, of what content was to be expected from it.

Before ya’ll pull out pitchforks, let me explain what goes down in this audio.

Admittedly, this is not my cup of tea, but I listened anyhow out of curiosity(and concern as the “kinda inc*st” tag worried me). Note, this was completely 110% my decision, I was fully aware of the warnings and listened anyhow. I am a completely autonomous being that is capable of making my own, adult, decisions.

The listener is Shouto’s spouse(meaning they are 18 or older), both of which have been married for 6 months of so. All through their marriage, they’d apparently been blackmailed by Endeavor into cheating on him. She hadn’t listed it in the warnings but it also technically has to do with the “mind breaking” type of fetish. Let me clarify, this audio is genuinely hardcore and while there is these triggering materials...

But she warned us.

Warned me.

Anyhow, let me continue. The ‘inc*st’ tag was likely added on out of precaution, there was no physical relations between Shouto and Enji.

Allow me to Repeat: THERE WAS NO SEXUAL CONTACT BETWIXT THE FATHER AND SON.

This would be placed under something akin to ‘pseudo-incest’ as there is no blood connection between the listener and the Todorokis. As they are only related through marriage.

Enji being the father in law and Shouto being their husband.

They are having relations with Enji and Shouto. The other two are not having them with each other.

While it is still a gray area and I can’t say I enjoyed this audio - mostly as I don’t condone anything in it... I can only imagine Yato doesn’t either.

There was plenty of influence from hentai, especially according to the fact Yato used the “NTR” tag. All the tropes in the audio match up to a lot of hentai as well... As an adult, we’ve been around the block a couple times to understand.

There is also a small edit where she did address it more. On a Patreon post called “Edit: I love you all, no matter what”.

It makes sense as some of her audios include some of her characters doing some risky things, not to mention the moral gray area surrounding the heroes and villains in the main story line. Where most had done something that is considered wrong in the eyes of the law and society.

Especially Shouto.

Let me finish this off by saying; do your research before you jump the gun. I know Yato is not exempt from criticism, no one is!! I’m not trying to paint YY as this poor, misunderstood soul.

But more so as someone that doesn’t know how to handle things such as this very well.

Since instead of immediately addressing and apologizing for this, the message of “respect each other” and “everyone has different kinks” is something she’s trying to reinforce.

While that is true.

She needs to tackle this issue properly and take accountability, though it is an uncomfortable situation - it should be something that is addressed as people are legitimately very angry/upset.

The subject matter is serious and should be treated as such.

Cece’s main priority was making sure we don’t go around going after one another and seeing if everyone was okay afterwards.

We should respect those who were upset by this as well.

Some of her Patrons are also all over the place. As none want the same thing when it came down to it as being people, there is different thresholds as to what we can and cannot handle.

Not everyone will be satisfied with the content she creates and that’s okay.

She messed up. I won’t deny that, this is the biggest thing she’s ever screwed up and I can’t completely defend her from the backlash that will most definitely come.

Especially since without context of content, it is deeply triggering.

That is something she’s going to have to deal with.

I hope to god that she figures out a way to handle this better than she had initially.

I’m probably also pretty problematic in how my point of view is, so if y’all don’t agree - you don’t have to associate with me or YY.

I will still to continue to follow the content she creates and when she truly comes out with something truly harmful? Then I’ll sound the alarm and drop that shit, I’m not the type to deal with this thing lying down.

Perhaps I’ll receive some ire from this myself but I don’t really care, as someone that uses involving dark matters to cope and how to tackle them better - I can somewhat relate. I worry about offending people or triggering them, so my tags are always clear as possible. I don’t hold anything back and if people believe they can handle it, they can go ahead.

Not to mention my taste in fics sometimes veer straight into some dark-ass shit.

Yato decided to go full in on this path without giving any context as to why she marked it the way she had. People look straight on at things without knowing what her work entails will have no idea the type of person she actually is, nor immediately see why she does the things she does.

Cece isn’t a bad person.

But she’s not perfect either.

I’m leaving this here to allow people to come with their own conclusions.

I know where I stand.

Edit(8/22/20 @ 9:40PM): According to the Patreon, someone had actually reported the audios and had them removed. Not sure if it makes the situation better or worse, but I’m not sure they wanted to remove it? Again, this is just word of ear and it is unconfirmed. I’ll continue updating the more comes out.

Edit(8/29/20 @ 1:36 PM): Addressing more Yagami Yato Allegations [tw: animal cruelty mention, tw: sexual assault mention]

Edit (8/29/20 @ 2:17PM): YY has made a Patreon post with visual/video proof. The apparent screenshot sharer is her friend and the both of them debunked they even shared a convo like that. They have continued speaking even after the posting of those screenshots? It was apparently meant to doxx said friend on top of that.

Edit (2/7/2021 @ 5:34 AM): I am no longer in support YY, I did once when she readily provided evidence and gave us proof... But she isn't taking responsibility or providing a defense. So I am DONE.

The Contradiction of Open Relationships and Polygamy

Couples have been where you’re at, got older and now they are divorced. Now they are warning others to not do open relationships. Learn from them!

When someone wants an open relationship, He or she was or is probably cheating on you emotionally or physically, and now just wants permission to continue.

Look, please stop this. Spare yourself some STD’s along with physical and emotional cheating. You do know your either or both partners will just regard you as “free food, free shelter, and a free therapist.” 

Open relationships is literally cheating but yo don’t confront the cheater. And it’s EMOTIONAL CHEATING!! YOURE RUINING OTHER PEOPLE’S RELATIONSHIPS ALONG WITH YOURS! 

You say you want to spend time WITH the one person, yet you spend time WITH OTHER PEOPLE!

take marriage for example: I mean, did you notice how it was only you two making vows to one another, and not three or more people there?

as for those who encourage sleeping with others while in a relationship: You don’t need validation from other people. these people don’t care about you. They don’t care about your personality, what you like or dislike. What your favorite cereal and superheroes are. What your favorite movie genres and hobbies are. What your favorite music genres are. They just want to use you—-use your body as a pawn, a mere object, a mere sack of meat For their own gain. They don’t care for your well being.

Think about think about it, you’re pouring your heart out to your romantic partner yet your partner is thinking about someone else entirely as you’re doing so. 

look, I love everybody as Christ tells us to, but you woke people are crazy at times

PULL ME IN

summary: due to Bruce distancing himself from reading and seeing other women - batfam has to watch their mom willow away.

For the twenty-five years, Bruce and Name have been married together - Alfred has never seen Name so withdrawn - so detached . He watches every morning how Name's frail body maneuvers around the kitchen making her own breakfast -

God knows how many times he's asked that stubborn woman to allow him to cook for him but she has always refused him with a quiet smile and a wave of hand. He watches her glide around the kitchen- a woman of once poise and grace reduced to her fumbling with simply holding a cereal box.

Alfred could never pin point where it had all went wrong in their marriage - they were both high-school sweethearts- their marriage was beautiful- he'd know because he had honored it himself. To see them so distant aches his heart.

Alfred knows Bruce has a mission - to save Gotham- a mission that seems ever lasting - a mission that had consumed him entirely to the point it took him over . It took away his relationship with his kids and his own wife .

Alfred would always shoot him disapproving looks when he sees Bruce being too flirty with Talia and Selina - he blesses Name's heart for loving Damian all the same like she has with all her other kids but Alfred notices since then she is virtual never in the same place with Bruce.

She no longer goes to galas anymore , no longer makes public appearances - maybe its because Bruce always had a different arm candy every other night. It's gotten so bad that even the kids started realizing this - Damian , upon realizing his birth had broken down in Name's arms one night - pleading with her to love him - that he's sorry for being born.

Alfred remembers Name cradling the young boy in her arms all night and assuring him he's the best thing Bruce ever made and that she would never blame him for Bruce's actions. Since then - the young boy has always stuck to Name - every morning, he'd affectionately hand her daily medicine and would always help her wrap a shawl over her shoulders.

Tim and Bruce began arguing - particularly because Bruce starting leaving the massive work of W.E for Tim to handle- it came to a head one night when Name and Bruce argued for two hours straight. He remembered how raw her voice was when she yelled at Bruce for overworked her poor son - that he's young and deserves to live and experience his teenage years.

Bruce had argued that Tim had wanted this - that this was what being Robin was about. Jason- god knows Jason and Bruce doesn't get along - ever since what happened to Joker but they argue even worse when it boils down to Name .

Jason was a child primarily raised by Name - she taught him to trust and showed him everything he knew - down to ironing his shirt to tying his shoelace - Name was the mother Jason never had and God could damn for all he cares but couldn't stand to watch Bruce treat her like she was an option because she wasn't - not to him or his brothers.

Jason always made it a point to call Bruce out for his own hypocrisy, himself and Damian always teamed up against him, especially when he was being too flirty with Selina or some random eye candy.

" I suggest you back off harlot , my mother might not kill you, but I will " - Damian when Bruce and Selina were flirting together on patrol.

" I don't give a fuck if ma begs me not to put a bullet in your head , the next damn time I see you talking about her like that I won't hesitate to skin you alive " - Jason when he caught some arm candy bragging to her friends how the 'Bruce Wayne' took her out on a date in front of Name.

God if anyone argues more with Bruce in this household was Dick - Dick was their first child and a child whom lost everything and yes Bruce may of made him robin but name made him dick grayson - bless that woman's heart for having to deal with his tantrums and outbursts when he was younger -

But that woman despite not birthing him was his mother - the woman who literally hugged him everynight to go to bed , the same woman who made his suit for prom by hand and also the same woman he goes to for advice and comfort - safe to say when he heard what Bruce was doing - they argued non stop-

" For god sake, Bruce, you're destroying us - you're destroying our family, and you don't even care." - Dick when Bruce had called you useless because you couldn't walk up a stairs anymore.

Someone from the outside might think they're dramatic, but ever since Bruce started distancing himself from Name and going out with God knows who , Name has fallen into a deep depression - a type of depression that ensnared them in their deep claws and deprive them of what little happiness and energy they have left.

Most days , Name sits on a swing outside and just exists- barely eats , barely talks anymore - how can they ? How can one fathom to be happy when their own spouse is out cheating on you with different people and to make matter worse the public condones it - even more so enables him.

Always publishing some new article of which new model or actress can become worthy of being Bruce's wife as if she doesn't exist. Alfred swallows as he watches her tonight - they're sat stiffly in a velvet love seat , a faint smile on her face, Damian is resting his head on their shoulder, showing them his latest art piece while quietly talking about his day.

Behind her, jason embraces her in a backhug , head resting on her head - his hands sometimes play with the loose strands. Tim quietly sits beside her , his hand holding her free hand - now and again he'd squeeze it . Dick is sat next to Damian on the love seats' arm rest as he prepares her nightly medicine.

Even if the public and her own husband loathes her, name still has the love of her kids and Alfred as always. Suddenly, the large oak doors of the living room are pushed open - the vibrant warmth interrupted as Bruce steps inside .

Damian quiets - everyone looking at Bruce except for Name - she has taken it to state at her hands. " It's time for patrol" Bruce says grufly . No one responds but reluctantly leaves Name side , Jason side hugs her one last time before leaving .

" Yeah, whatever you say, geaser," He says as he shoves Bruce out of his way to go to the cave . Damian glares at his father , " Hopefully, things are taken seriously on this patrol " he insinuated- knowing eyes glaring right at his father disapproving.

Bruce ignores them and stares at name, " Make dinner before we leave " he orders before promptly walking away. Name says nothing - too numbed out a long while to even react. Dick and Alfred himself curses him while Tim is glaring at the closing door harshly .

" Ma I'll order us something don't stress yourself " Tim assures her while ordering Uber eats for them on his phone . Name doesn't say anything but sends him a small smile. " I can't believe I raised that boy," Alfred murmurs as he shakes his head in disappointment .

Bruce may not realize it now but it's too late to fix anything - too late to pull his wife back in and live the happy life they once had - its too late to repair their broken family since the glue that's stuck them all together is fading away .

ty for reading, please like + comment + share !!!

pls do not hate a on queens talia & selina they won't do this , theyre too girlboss for bruce anyways

the other night i had a nightmare that my mom was cheating on my dad with mr beast and i was trying to warn my mom that he was evil but he was right there so i couldn’t outright say anything and i literally woke up in a cold sweat it was terrifying

You loved him. But he threw it away.

Tw: I cried writing this, Angst angst and more angst, Cheating, Break up, Alcohol, Betrayal, short blurb, bad living situations/financial problems mentioned.

Song: crawling back to you - hozier cover.

You adored him. Everything about him. Your eyes were so full of love when you looked at him. Always that some, head over heels, puppy love, doe-eyed look. You gave him everything.

Gojo looked down at you, and you were just staring at him, admiring him, adoring him. He was your everything.

“Something on my face?” He’d smile, that cute little grin on his lips that you adored.

“You’re so perfect.” You’d whisper so softly it would take Gojo’s breath away. That look of love had his heart skipping a beat and his knees growing weak.

You two were at a party. You were dressed in a cute little outfit, and had been sipping on the same beer all night. Gojo however was about four shots deep. He was definitely more than tipsy.

But he’d always return to you, giggling like a love sick fool, wrapping his arms around you like you were his life line.

However, tonight was different.

You couldn’t find him.

Where was he?

You’d pour your drink out and throw it away, before asking around for him.

You started from the front of the house, all the way to the back.

“Have you seen my boyfriend? Gojo?” You would gently tap on people’s shoulders. Feeling an uneasy feeling settle in the pit of your stomach the longer you couldn’t find him.

You finally stopped asking around and just began opening doors. The bathroom? Had two strangers making out. A bedroom? Someone was throwing up all over the duvet.

However, it wasn’t until you made it to the last door. Without hesitation, you opened it. But your heart shattered the moment your eyes landed on the bed.

Gojo had some stranger riding him.

That wasn’t even the worst part, because when he looked over at you, it was like he didn’t recognize you. His eyes were so fogged by lust and alcohol, that he thought you were some stranger.

“We’re kinda busy. Unless you wanted to join? You have a nice enough body.” He’d wink at you, before turning his attention back to the woman riding him.

Tears were rolling down your face before you could stop them. Your breath was stuttered. Throat tight and mouth dry.

Slowly, stiffly turning away, you began to walk out of that house. Step by step, your heart breaking.

You loved him. You loved him so much it hurt. So much so that you never even imagined that he could do this. You loved him so hard that his actions left your heart cracked and in ruin.

You walked home that night. Feet sore and cracked, bleeding a bit around the heel from how far you walked.

But when you made it home, you just sat down and stared at the wall. You didn’t make a sound, you couldn’t. You were in denial. But what followed denial was a sadness you weren’t ready for. It was the kind of sadness that left you empty.

White lashes fluttered open and groan heaved past his lips. Gojo sat up slowly, holding his head. “Fuck I’m hung over… baby?” Feeling to his left, he felt his hand touch someone. But when he looked over, it wasn’t you. It was some stranger.

He inhaled sharply and immediately shot out of bed. Tripping over his feet as he got dressed. He’d never moved so fast in his life.

Scrambling out the door, he called an uber. And when the car parked, he rushed into your shared home.

He saw you on the couch, still awake. Your eyes were red and your face was puffy, you looked exhausted but your face was empty.

But when you looked at him, he crumbled.

Your look of love and complete and utter adoration, was gone. Replaced by something that knocked the air from his chest and had him swallowing thickly.

“Y/n- I-I-“ he knew you knew. How could you not when you looked at him with such sorrow? Such pain? Such betrayal? “It’s- it’s not what it seems like.”

You just stared at him. That ache in your chest was heavy. So heavy it was hard to look away. “Have a nice night?” You mumbled, your voice hoarse from crying so hard the night before.

Gojo’s brows furrowed and his eyes grew glassy. That feeling of guilt began to swallow him whole. The guilt that made his limbs heavy and his eyes burn. “Baby- please,” he begged. He didn’t know what for. Forgiveness? For you to just be angry at him? To yell and to scream instead of looking at him like he just destroyed your hopes and dreams. And he had.

Slowly, you stood up. “I hope it was worth it,” you murmured before grabbing your phone and leaving the house. Not looking back as you left Gojo to hold onto his chest to try and calm the pain.

“I didn’t- I didn’t mean for this- I- I was drunk I-“ he spoke to himself. But even his own words felt alien to his ears.

He’d ruined 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. Just for moments of pleasure. He threw away your relationship, your love, your future… and he couldn’t blame anyone but himself.

So in your shared home, he’d never felt more alone. Clarity brought pain, pain that he was to blame. Of course he was. His own inner voice mocked him. His nails dug into his knees as began to cry. To mourn his own mistakes, to mourn the loss of you.

He’d ruined everything.

But he wouldn’t let this be the end.

He could fix this.

Couldn’t he?

It’d been two months since his betrayal. Two months since you’d left him standing there. Two months since you took your belongings and left your shared home.

Two months since he’d seen you.

His mistakes had left him broken. But he knew he could only blame himself. It didn’t hurt any less.

You’d left behind a hoodie, and it smelled like you still do this day. Gojo made sure to spray your perfume on his pillows so they’d still smell like you.

Your eyes hung low. You were tired. Exhausted. You’d had to get a job as a waitress to pick up the income that Gojo’s absence left you without.

You were working exhaustingly long shifts. Picking up doubles when you could. Having almost no off days.

You’d lost weight. You didn’t look well. You were worked to the bone, but you didn’t have time to apply for a better job. Rent was so expensive, even in the shitty neighborhood you now lived in.

Retying your apron, you grabbed a pen before heading to a new table. Not yet looking up, you greeted the guest. “Welcome to Joseph’s boil, how can I hel-…” your words fell on the tip of your tongue as you saw him.

He was just as shocked as you. His shock turned to worry and concern. He’d never seen you in such poor condition. Was it possible for someone to look the way you did in just two months?

His heart ached but rejoiced as he finally was able to see you again. To hear your voice. To inhale your scent.

“Y/n?” He said your name so softly.

His voice broke the flood gates. Your hands had started shaking and your bottom lip quivered. Your pretty eyes turned glassy with so much emotion not even the finest author could put it into words.

Slamming down your apron, you quickly fled the restaurant. Despite the heavy rain or the fact that you were getting soaked.

“Wait!” Gojo got up from his seat, the chair falling back with an ear piercing screech.

He ran after you. His shirt sticking to his form as water drenched him just as much as it drenched you.

“Leave me alone!” You yelled, your voice pathetically shaky. You choked on your words as you cried and tried to speed off.

“No! Please- please just wait!” He managed to catch up and grab you by the wrist and pull you back in.

“Get off of me!” You yelled, and tried to yank yourself out of his grip but he wrapped his arms around you and you held you against him. Even as you pounded your fists against his chest. “I hate you! I hate you so much!”

Your words pierced his heart, your tears felt like acid on his skin but he held you close. Held you even when your body just went limp against him.

“I hate you…” you’d whimper into his chest, sobbing as everything came crushing down on you at once. “How could you do this to me?! Why?!”

“I don’t know. Im so sorry,” was all he could whisper.

And at the end of the day, even when you were just holding each other in the rain, nothing could repair the pain he left forever in your heart. The insecurity and trust issues he planted in your soul. Nothing would ever fix what he broke.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.

Tw: Cheating, crying yourself to sleep, break up, Gojo is manipulative, happy ending ?

“Fuck you!” You yelled, choking on tears and sobs as you slammed your ex boyfriend’s bag into his chest.

“Babe- please! She didn’t mean anything- this is crazy, you’re over reacting!” The sleaze bag tried to beg, his shitty patience wearing thin.

“No! You- you cheated on me! With my best friend! For weeks!” You shoved him back, your cheeks red, swollen and puffy.

“Baby please, don’t do this to me- to us.” He tried to grab your wrist but you just yanked your hand away before he could touch you.

“I hate you. I hate you so much.” You finally managed to push him out of the door, only to slam it shut and crumble to floor in a puddle of sobs.

You’d found out that your boyfriend- rather, ex-boyfriend, was cheating on you with your best friend Sara. You’d seen the story she’d posted on her Instagram on accident, it was one of her sitting in your ex’s lap, her lips attached to his jaw like a leech.

Three years, 3 long years down the drain. Plus the 8 years you’d been ‘best friends’ with Sara. You were devastated, obviously.

Your face was so red and puffy from crying, and you were yawning between sobs. Feeling exhausted from all the emotional strain that’s been this whole shit show of a day.

You didn’t even notice when your phone started blowing up. All you do was rest against the wall and just cry.

“She still won’t answer.” Gojo stared at his phone, brows furrowed. His friends all gave him a deadpanned stare. This was supposed to be a guys day out but Gojo had sent you a meme that you would usually instantly respond to no matter what situation you were in. So he was immediately alarmed.

And hence why he started spamming you like crazy.

You and Gojo had been attached at the hip since the third grade. Little eight-year old you had met nine-year old him the first day of school.

You were wearing a cute little purple fluffy dress and some white shoes. Your mother had styled your hair so perfect you’d squealed in the mirror when you’d seen it.

And Gojo, bless his filthy rich heart, his family had dressed him up to the nines, obviously, couldn’t have the heir to the family looking like trash. He wore his stupid little suit that made him look stupid adorable.

Between the two of you, he got the most attention. You were a little wall flower. So sweet but so shy. You could barely make eye contact with anybody, let alone Gojo Satoru. Especially not Gojo Satoru.

However, it was recess when he came up to talk to you. Big blue eyes and bright white hair had him standing out like a sore thumb.

“Hi!” He grinned bright, eyes glued to you like he was staring into your soul.

You stared at his chin for the longes moment, before whispering, “hi.”

“What’s your name? I’m gojo!” He put his hands on his hips and gave you a mega-watt grin that would blind anybody.

“You have a cavity.” Your eyes glued to one of his teeth.

“Huh?”

And from then on, the little white haired turd would not leave your side, but vice versa. It was an odd pairing you two made up. But it was sweet.

“Why does it matter? Maybe she’s just asleep or something.” One of his friends shrugged before ordering another margarita.

“No, if she was asleep she’d tell me before going to bed…” he murmured, growing more concerned with your lack of reply.

“Dude, you’re acting like you’re her boyfriend or somethin.” The other friend tilted his head.

“I gotta go.” Gojo got up when he sent his 60th text, but was left on delivered once again.

“Dude you can’t be serious!”

Gojo merely grabbed his coat and sped off to his car. No doubt breaking a billion traffic laws to get to your apartment on the other side of town.

You’d long been passed out again the wall. Exhausted yourself with crying and staring at a picture of you and your ex.

In fact, you were in a deep enough sleep that you didn’t even hear the door open. You’d forgotten to lock it when you kicked your ex out in a rage.

“Hey—…” He stopped talking when he noticed your conked out body against the wall. His chest tightened and his gaze moved from the state of your face down to the picture of you and your ex in your hand.

Sighing softly, he gently scooped you up in his arms before locking the front door. Carrying you to your bedroom, he gently lied you down. Sitting beside you on the bed, he ran his fingers through your hair gently.

“Mm…” slowly, your eyes began to flutter open and you glanced over at Gojo. You only stared at him for a moment before your eyes grew glossy and the tears started to pour again, “Toru.” You whimpered, your voice so small and broken.

“Oh no, sweet girl what happened?” Gojo cooed softly, and wrapped his arms around you tight.

“He- he—“ you couldn’t get a word out as sobs racked through your body. You chest felt so tight and your heart had never hurt so badly before. “-he cheated on me with Sara.” You managed to murmur into his chest. Soaking his button up shirt with your tears.

With your face hidden in his chest, Gojo wouldn’t help but smile. This was perfect— with your boyfriend, or, ex, now out of the way, and you feeling so vulnerable, he could finally swoop in and be the good guy. Granted, this was pretty manipulative. But Gojo had been in love with you since junior year of high school.

However, his heart would always ache when he’d hear your cries, or feel your pain. Of course he’d rather not have you hurting over some douche bag, but this douche bag just paved a way for Gojo to weasel his way into that romantic place in your heart.

He’d take it slow tho.

Gojo held you for hours. Whispering sweet nothing into your hair and rocking you until you fell asleep against him. And Gojo didn’t dare move. He didn’t leave when his arms got tired or when he had to pee. No. He would not miss a chance to have you in his arms.

It’d been a few months since that night, and you and Gojo were closer than ever.

I mean you two were practically living together. You were always at his place or he was always at yours, it didn’t matter.

Not to mention, after your heart got broken by your best friend and your ex you’d become all closed off to others again. Becoming that same shy, sweet little wallflower you were all those years ago.

But you never pushed Gojo away. If anything, you relied on him more. He was the sole person allowed to be as close to your heart as he was. You trusted him with your life.

And Gojo was thrilled.

Everything was going perfectly. Everything. He didn’t mind that you’d gotten all introverted again, in fact he preferred it. It meant no competition for him. You were all his.

But it wasn’t until a movie night between you did something finally happen.

You two were watching some shitty comedy movie, when you looked up at Gojo. Your expression was soft but nervous, eyes glancing over all of his beautiful features. “Toru?”

“Mm?” He hummed in response and looked down at you, his eyes lidded as he glanced between your eyes and your lips.

“I think I’m in love with you.” You whispered so softly, scared if you said it any louder he’d run away.

Gojo stared for a long time, before a slow but wide smile spread across his lips. “Took you long enough.” He whispered back, before gently cupping your jaw and moving closer.

Your eyes stared into his, “promise you won’t break my heart?”

“Promise.”

His lips pressed into yours, and as the slow pace deepened and the positions changed, your hearts locked with one another’s, and finally- Gojo had gotten the woman of his dreams.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS STORY HAS THE POTENTIAL TO BE A MURDER MYSTERY

They Tell Me That It's Good For Me

Zeke Yeager x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: It’s hip to be square… Warnings: 18+, dubcon, cheating, violence, murder, mental health issues, vaginal sex. Lmk if I missed any. Words: 4k

Zeke resented his brother, Eren. The brunette being ten years his junior made him wonder who he thinks he is to be telling him what to do. He’s a doctor, and yet Eren seems to think it’s a good idea that he go to therapy? Family therapy, at that. It’s just the two of them sitting in the office on account of their parents being dead. The therapist immediately senses hostility in Zeke. A reluctance to be a part of this ridiculous practice. Eren disagrees, though. His temper around their penthouse recently has been less than pleasurable.

“What does a regular day in the life of Zeke Yeager look like?” the therapist asks. Zeke’s eyes roll so violently, they flutter manically. He adjusts his seating position, pulling up his trousers slightly as he crosses one leg over the other and sinks back into the armchair. He’s a picture of perfect coolness as he rakes his fingers through his hair and thinks about his answer.

A day in the life of Zeke Yeager.

He lives in one of the most expensive properties in the city. The name Zeke Yeager is one of renown and respect. An excellent doctor who studied under his father, Grisha, a title and career he achieved and solidified all before turning twenty-nine. Self-care is very important to Zeke. He likes women, you see, and being in his line of work can be incredibly stressful and taxing on your appearance. He knows every trick and technique to prolong his youth and prevent wrinkles for as long as possible. His morning regime can be gruesome, as if the poor man isn’t tired enough. But it’s all worth it to look how he does.

Not many people see his body under his work uniform, but it’s often a surprise to many when they realise how perfectly sculpted and chiselled he is. Taking care of himself can’t just stop at using specific creams and scrubs on his soft skin to prolong his youth. A balanced diet and exercise play a crucial role in it all, too. The exercise is probably the most irritating part of his morning routine to Eren. For some reason his elder brother insists on playing porno tapes on the TV at full volume while he works out. The sounds of women’s moans incentivise him, apparently. It doesn’t stop it from being irritating, though.

Zeke Yeager is successful in every way that an individual can be. He’s wealthy, he has a good job, good looks that attract enough women to placate his salacious desires. And even a brother who, whilst they annoy each other to the brink of self-detonation, they care for each other.

But it’s not enough for Zeke Yeager. He’s a shell of a man. No matter how much money he has, there’s always someone with more money. Despite him being magnificent at his job, there will always be someone somewhat superior to him. Regardless of which woman he takes to bed, there’s always a man with a sexier woman and a hotter cunt than what he’s going to devour and enjoy.

Zeke Yeager exists, but only barely.

“This was a stupid idea, Eren. I don’t need a shrink, I myself am a doctor, you know.” he talks to his brother in the chair beside his own. Zeke doesn’t get a response, but he notices the therapist begin to scribble down notes in their little book.

“I’d rather you not talk to Eren, Zeke. Focus on me. I’d like you to tell me why you’re here. What has been going on in the last few months?” the therapist speaks. Zeke runs his tongue along his top row of teeth as he contemplates the question. He’d have to ask Eren why they’re here, but now it turns out they aren’t even allowed to speak with each other.

“My life isn’t as interesting as you might think. I work. I go for the occasional drink with colleagues or my brother. I go home and enjoy video tapes and then return them when I’m finished with them.” he explains, prompting the therapist to write down more notes.

“Video tapes. I must say, from what I’ve seen and heard you watch quite a substantial amount of pornography films. Do you think you have a porn addiction?”

“No.”

“No?”

“That’s what I said.”

The therapist takes her time writing his response. It’s quite difficult to make Zeke feel uneasy, but the radio silence for five minutes straight filled with only the sound of a ballpoint scratching on paper fills him with unease. He feels like he’s on trial. Part of him wants to clear his throat, but he doesn’t wish to give the therapist the satisfaction of thinking she’s rattled him. Or worse, she’s won.

“I’d like to know about your sexual history. At what age did you lose your virginity and how frequently do you engage in sexual intercourse?” she asks him. This makes Zeke scoff. It’s not something he cares to divulge with a stranger. He sees Eren scowling at him and shakes his head unimpressed.

“I was seventeen. And I couldn’t say how often, truthfully. I like women, I’d say I have sex more than most.”

“Do you ever pay for it?”

“Is that relevant? I don’t see how that matters.” Zeke answers her question defensively, earning another series of notes appearing on the paper in front of her. “Sometimes I do, yes.” he adds, and she writes it down.

“Outside of sex, what else do you do for fun?”

“I can’t think, right now. I’ve told you a few things, I think we should move on.” he suggests. She smiles, crossing one leg over the other and nodding in agreement. He isn’t sure about therapy; he never has been. The idea of someone getting inside of his mind and trying to unearth secrets and fantasies that he may not even know about himself is terrifying.

“Do you get along with Eren’s fiancé?” she asks. Now Zeke does clear his throat. He unfolds his legs and leans forward in his seat pressing his fingertips against one another as he thinks of how he should answer.

“I don’t think we should discuss this.”

“You have a fiancé, don’t you?” she pushes. Zeke grimaces and nods. This must be why Eren brought him here. He looks over his shoulder in Eren’s direction, and he can barely look at him. He’s been a terrible older brother. So selfish and insufferable. But Zeke has never claimed to be selfless. What Zeke wants, Zeke gets.

“I stole Eren’s fiancé, yes, if we must talk about it then sure. It wasn’t a particularly nice thing to do, but I—” she stops him from saying another word by raising her hand as she writes again. He waits patiently for her to finish so that she can ask another question or wait for him to continue.

“Do you recognise this woman?” she asks as she places a polaroid on the coffee table in front of them. Zeke leans forwards to pick the image up and pushes his glasses further up his nose so he can get a proper look. He shakes his head, placing it back down and pushing it towards her.

“What about this woman? Or this woman? Maybe this one?” she fires off as she places another three images down on the table. He looks at them all intently, once again shaking his head as he pushes them back at her.

“I don’t recognise any of them. What about you, Eren?” he asks his brother, he’s still scowling at them. He thought they were on better terms since he stole you away from him. Apparently not. The therapist clicks her fingers and reminds him not to talk to Eren.

“That’s a shame. I had hoped you could help me, they’re all deceased, you see. Quite grisly murders, actually.” she tells him, not even looking at him as she focuses on her note taking. It scares Zeke to hear. Four women murdered. It’s a scary world to live in. It’s enough to encourage him to light up a cigarette and get comfier in his seat as he digests the information.

“That’s horrible. All the same killer, you think? Or—”

“What do you like to do for fun, Zeke?” the therapist asks him again. His eyes scrunch as he wonders if he heard her right. Haven’t they been over this already? Why does she keep asking?

“I… I enjoy eating. There is a restaurant in the city that is difficult to get on the guest list for, but they usually make an exception for my colleagues and I. That could be considered fun.” he tells her. She doesn’t bother writing it down, which makes him feel like he’s said something boring. Or something wrong entirely.

“I assume you and your fiancé have a considerable amount of sex? How much, would you say?” she queries. Zeke scratches his beard as he thinks about it. He pushes his glasses a little way up his nose, again, before answering.

“Not as much recently. Three times a week, possibly? Work is exhausting. I’d never be off her if I had the choice.” he confesses. That is something she deems necessary to write down. She even pouts as she does, like she’s really concentrating on getting every single word perfect.

“Do you cheat on her? You sometimes pay for prostitutes, have you done that since you became engaged?” she asks him. He looks down, awkwardly, and concentrates on the sounds of his bones cracking as he crushes his knuckles. He sighs, though, preparing to answer yet again.

“Unfortunately I do. I’m not proud of it, it doesn’t mean I love her any less.” he explains, trying his very best to justify himself and his abhorrent behaviour. She’s writing yet again. He notices the way her eyes harshen when she’s writing something particularly juicy, otherwise her brows remain relaxed and her eyes almost appear lifeless.

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Why do you—? Music, I like listening to music at home. Dancing and a few drinks with the right music on is fun, for me.”

“Those four women were prostitutes.” she announces casually, scribbling some more and not making any form of eye contact as she speaks. Zeke’s jaw hangs low as he comes to realise what might be happening here.

“I feel like you’re accusing me of something.” he tells her. She doesn’t confirm nor deny. She simply keeps her eyes fixated on him as he begins to awkwardly laugh under her intimidating glare.

“Could you tell me about the first time you had sexual intercourse with your fiancé?”

Oh boy, could he. But should he? Would you approve of him diving into the intimate intricacies of your relationship and what you get up to between the sheets? It’ll be fine, he thinks, patient doctor confidentiality is a requirement. He knows that just as well as she does.

Eren had brought you home for the first time to introduce you to his brother. Zeke couldn’t believe how beautiful you were. From head to toe you were a total knockout. How a shit bag like Eren bagged a girl like you, he’ll never know. You spent the evening getting to know more about each other. About their family and their relationship with one another. It was sweet, you thought.

Zeke couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Eren was the same, you were the only one who realised how intensely the brothers were staring at you. But of course, you didn’t comment on it. Instead, the three of you drank more and more. You drank the least, but it was still enough to feel tipsy.

Eren drank the most and he blacked out completely. Zeke had to carry him from the dining room chair to his bedroom. He landed on the soft mattress and bounced a little when Zeke let him fall from his arms.

“I think you like me, Zeke.” you said. He smirked immediately and you noticed his face go a little red. You stepped a little closer towards him, unable to keep away from his magnetic charm. “Am I… right? To think that.” you questioned. He shook his head, you were perfectly correct.

“I like the idea of bending you over and seeing what you look like stuffed full of me. If that means I like you, sure, I like you. But you’re with my little brother. I’m wondering why you’d ask a question like that when you’re engaged to him. Do you like me, too?”

You stood closer to him, wanting that to answer his question. It does. His hands moved around your neck and then one held the back of your head as he landed his lips on yours. It became heated quite quickly. Both of your hearts racing with adrenaline as you knew Eren could have woken up at any moment. He picked you up and made you wrap your legs around his waist so that he could carry you to his own bedroom.

You were set down and he pushed your body against his floor to ceiling mirror in his room. He dropped to the balls of his feet and then onto his knees, pulling your panties from underneath your skirt and tossing them over his shoulder. He nuzzled his face between your thighs and began to lick at your delicate, petalled flesh. Your little pearl was at his mercy, your hips bucking and stuttering with each suckle and slurp. He looked up at you, face and beard sparkling with pussy juice.

“Turn around, look at yourself.” he demanded. You did, and watched your own body as he began to undress you. He whispered under his breath. Mostly about how beautiful you were. He loved the way your face contorted when he spanked your ass. So, he did it again, and again, and again. “You look gorgeous when you hurt.”

That’s when he decided to soak his cock with your juices. He slid it up and down between your folds to make sure he was wet enough for you to take. He smoothed your hair back so you could both look at your face when he began to tear you apart with his thick cock.

“That’s it. Good girl, how’s the stretch feeling?”

“It— It hurts so good.” you moaned for him. It made him smile cockily. Of course it does. It was just what he wanted to hear.

He loved the way your jaw hung low and eyes were almost fully white as he ploughed into your little cunt. He adored that you didn’t care how fucking loud you were moaning on him, it didn’t bother you that Eren was in the next room. It was euphoric when you began to tighten on him like the little whore you are. You angled your body slightly so that you could face him. Kiss him. He was hitting your sweet spot so perfectly, you scratched down his defined back and earned a cat-like hiss from your soon to be brother in law.

“Fucking bitch, are you gonna cum?” he asked. You nodded like a fool. So damn close. He watched your pretty O face as you hit your peak. It was an inspired idea that he had decided to fuck you in front of the mirror. He doesn’t think he would have been able to examine your reactions and responses as perfectly as he did if he was facing you directly.

He didn’t let you relax as you came down from your high, though. He held your head in place and insisted you look at him as he fills your cunt up with himself. He’s giving you everything he has, the least you can do is admire him as he does so.

“You came in her?” the therapist asks, Zeke nods a little too proudly in front of his sibling. “Interesting.”

“Is it?”

“Did you cum in these four women that you fucked?” she asks him as she spreads the photographs out on the coffee table for a second time. He leans forward and looks at them again. He only shrugs his shoulders, though.

“Maybe. It’s likely. I don’t usually like to pull out or wear protection.” he tells her. She writes that down. Zeke isn’t afraid anymore, he’s starting to get agitated. “How much longer is this session?”

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Are you aware of how many times you’ve asked me this question?” he answers her question with his own. He pushes his hair back again as he slinks back into his seat. She isn’t done with him, though, he can tell that much by her demeanour.

“That’s not how things ended with your fiancé though, is it? How did it end?”

“Eren here caught us, unsurprisingly.”

“That isn’t what I was referring to. He wouldn’t have caught you if your fiancé wasn’t screaming.”

“Screaming?”

“Screaming, Zeke. Don’t you remember?” he shakes his head at her question. He remembers nothing of the sort. She didn’t scream. He would remember that. Wouldn’t he? He’d remember if she was screaming. “I think you’re confused. Are you confused, Zeke?”

“Very. I wouldn’t make her scream, only in a good way. Why would she be screaming?” he questions. She flips through her notebook and leans her body forward so that Zeke knows she’s reading directly to him.

“She claims the sex was indeed consensual. She instigated it and she enjoyed it until the screaming started. Can’t you remember? Can’t you try and remember why she was screaming?” she talks at him, he shakes his head again. His mind is blank. Is he going insane? “You’ve been referring to her as your fiancé. She’s nothing of the sort. You don’t have sex three times a week, you had sex that one time.”

“No,”

“Yes, Zeke,” she insists as she flips through her notes again. Instead of reading, she had another polaroid image to show him. “Might this jog your memory?” she asks, placing it above the other images.

It’s you. All bloody and cut to ribbons. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. You’re so beautiful but so broken. Who could do this to you?

“Jesus, what happened to her? Can I see her?”

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Stop asking me that! I want to know what happened to my fiancé! I need to see her!” he raises his voice, momentarily standing from his seat before the therapists scalding glare forces him back into his seat.

“You happened to her. Shall I read her statement to you?” she queries, flipping through her papers until she finds your handwriting. She clears her throat as she prepares to speak. Zeke looks terrified. He doesn’t know you or himself. “We were flirting discretely over dinner. When Eren went to bed it got more intense and I knew I wanted to have sex with him, so we did. We were against the mirror in his bedroom and he performed oral sex on me. He made me look at myself as we had sex and it was pleasant. Until he snapped. I think the change happened when I scratched his back. He started calling me names and he became rougher with me. As he began to climax, he pushed my head against the mirror and told me that I need to see how a whore takes his cum. He didn’t stop pushing and that’s when I started screaming. He pushed so hard that the glass broke, shards entering and slicing the skin on my face. That’s when Eren came in.”

She finishes speaking and looks at Zeke incredulously. He doesn’t know what to say. He can’t believe you would tell such a vicious lie. Are you trying to ruin him to save your reputation? You’re his fiancé now, why would you do such a thing?

“I wouldn’t— I would not do that.”

“What do you like to do for fun?”

“Are you listening to me? I did not fucking hurt that girl, I love her. We’re happy.” Zeke expressed pathetically. It was obvious to him that she wasn’t buying it, though. But who was she going to believe? Women stick together in times like these.

“What happened between you and Eren when he found the two of you?”

“We argued but, everything is fine now, right Eren?” Zeke asks his brother. He simply shakes his head, remaining completely silent as he does. “I don’t— I don’t understand what is happening.”

“Are you sure you don’t remember what you did to her? Or if you slept with these prostitutes?” she goads him, but he shakes his head in utter refusal. When will this end? “You aren’t yourself right now, Zeke.”

“Fuck you.” he spits at her. She only smiles.

“Do you remember hurting your brother?”

“Aren’t therapists supposed to help people? Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

“He came in to see what all of the ruckus was about when his fiancé was screaming. You picked up a huge shard of mirror glass and pinned him to the armchair and stabbed him again and again. You don’t remember killing your brother?” she explains. He scoffs at that.

“Eren isn’t dead, he’s right here. Are you stupid?”

“Zeke, tell me what you like doing for fun.”

“No! What the fuck is the matter with you? You’re making up lies about my fiancé and my brother.”

“This girl here was stabbed. This one was chased and murdered with a chainsaw. This one was shot. This one was strangled. And you were the last person to see them all alive, after paying them for sex.”

“I don’t care about them. I care about why the fuck you just told me my brother is dead.” he barks. She shakes her head and stares at him.

“You tried to kill Eren’s fiancé. She managed to get away and call the police. But it was too late for Eren, he’s dead.” she tells him yet again. He almost growls at her answer, unable to believe she’s still speaking so cruelly to him and his brother.

“Are you blind? He’s here. He’s literally right fucking h—” Zeke has to pause as he turns to face his brother one final time. He isn’t sitting beside him pulling sarcastic faces and refusing to speak. He isn’t disgusted with him after the therapist had dredged up their past and betrayals.

No.

Eren is dead. He is right next to Zeke, but he is dead. His head drooping backwards over the back of the arm chair with dozens of stab wounds in his neck and even more on his shoulders and down to his stomach. The large mirror shard is still lodged in his younger siblings’ neck. His head moves rigidly so he can face the therapist. He looks down at the coffee one final time. He remembers you. You only met one time and he fucked you stupid. He remembers smashing your head into the mirror. He remembers how badly he needed you and how tight you were around his cock. He’s even starting to remember the prostitutes. At this point, he’s crying. Not because he’s sad, he’s laughing maniacally. It’s all coming back.

Fuck.

Every single thing is coming back to him, now.

“What do you like to do for fun, Zeke?” she asks, one final time. He manages to still his laughter as he wipes away his tears. He has an answer for her now. He finally has an answer he thinks she’s going to like.

“I like killing people,” he laughs softly, smoking a cigarette he lights up. A cigarette he feels may be his final one for a long time. “I like killing people, for fun.”

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p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Ajax x Reader

w.a.r.n - cheating, angst with no fluff, alcohol usage, RAGE, cursing, and maybe some dark content

As the light was off, you were lying on your share bed underneath the fluffy covers, looking at the ceiling, waiting for him to come home; it was past midnight, and the bed was still cold.

The crackling of the fire fills your hearing; the midst of the night was the only thing showing through your window as the sharp moonlight pierced through window.

Tossing and turning into your bed, not feeling the warmth of your darling, Childe. You know his work was stressful being a fatui harbinger, but it wasn't one of his vacations; sure, you understand that he didn't want to be cooped up with you, but it was a bit odd of him not sharing affection with you.

But you couldn't help but flip to your right, where he was to be, probably out with his friend, Zhongli, you noted.

But you have always thought that on the outside, at least, he didn't think of the one to party at least. Drink though? You didn't want to be that girlfriend; who would think of his boyfriend cheating? That's something you didn't want to admit or think of.

"But what if-"

"CREAKK-" the sound of the door creaking open, interrupting your thinking as you glance at the figure coming in. The silhouette of your beloved Childe standing inside the room; the wretched smell of alcohol swamped your sense of smell; taking another look at him, you quickly pressed your eyes closed.

The smell of alcohol getting closer, almost suffocating, you felt him looking at you, hovering over you; it felt as if he was standing there forever. Soon the feeling was over; you were pressing your eyes shut, taking a peek out to see your ginger boyfriend, the moonlight glaring at him, maybe if it was your tired eyes, but you couldn't help but see red marks like lipstick marks littering over his skin.

You just dismissed your thoughts; maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you; there's no way that it can be factual or accurate, as you tried rolling onto your side, denying the evidence that could support it, failing to realize salty tears rolling down your cheek.

But over time, those thoughts started to plague your mind, everytime you tried to think of something else, that memory will pop up, like its a curse.

Oddly enough, it seems like it was happening like a timeline, the time you talk to Childe or even saw his face decrease, sometimes you would try your best to strike up a conversation with him, and he's just dismissed you abruptly. He promises to be home on time for dinner but doesn't even make it; maybe over time, you just stopped believing those little white lies through the relationship.

It was just you sitting at the dinner table, staring at the chair he was supposed to be in, and the food becoming quickly cold.

..It was becoming frustrating, slamming your fist on the table and rattling it as you got out of your seat.

Your relationship with Childe was cracking. If I had to be admitted, it would be now.

Your suspicions were rising, the times you got stood up were adding, every time he would apologize by buying you gifts, but those gifts couldn't ever really fill what you really wanted.

As we spoke, you were venting to your best friend, Thoma; he was a good listener, always hearing you out. He was caring and was there for you in your times of doubt.

He was your best friend from childhood, it was obvious that he was angry for someone playing with your feeling, and he was there for me and would be your shoulder to cry on.

Anyone would notice that he wanted to replace your boyfriend, Childe.

Looking out the window, It was obvious that you were stupid. You hadn't confronted him at all.

Today would be the day you couldn't put this facade up.

You were apprehensive needless to say about the decision you made but it was for the better for you, Thoma would always say to you.

But when you came back, It was ironic that all the days he was busy, today was the day he wasn't off doing something stupid. It was safe to say you were scared about it and maybe had some time that you almost backed out from doing it.

As you walked into his office, he noticed your presence as you walked into the room, "Goodmorning babe" he uttered, you didn't reply to him, you just sat down at his desk, "Did something happen?"

"You know what happened, don't play stupid," you yelled, snapping at him; you were tired of him obliviously not knowing what he did, the false promises he made to you, and cherry on top, what happened the day before when his body was littering with lipsticks prints and marks on his body, you weren't stupid that those marks were won over a fight.

"Is this about me missing out on our date? If it is, I'm sorry about that, sweetheart" he tried to reach for your hand, but you pulled away and looked at him in a fury. "Who was it?" you said

"What do you mean, Y/N."

"Don't play dumb; who was the whore you were sleeping with, Childe."

It finally hit him, you were never sleeping on the day he came back home; you were awake and saw it and everything else.

"So..WHO THE FUCK IS IT, CHILDE" you stood and yelled at him. He didn't even look at you or respond to you.

"Your quiet now, huh? You thought your little affair would pass me; you think I'm a FUCKING DUMBASS."

"I'm not going to be yelled at in my own house," he uttered.

"Fine, then im fucking leaving," you yelled and stomped off, grabbing a suitcase, grabbing some of your essential clothes and items.

"Where are you going" Childe came into your shared bedroom, "Leaving this place since you think fucking any woman is okay when you're in FUCKING RELATIONSHIP" you threw one of his gifts at him and packed more of your stuff.

As you tried to close off your suitcase, Childe's hands were pressed to the top of the suitcase, and he grabbed your wrist with his other hand, "Are you insane."

"Listen, Y/N, I'm sorry I didn't mean it."

"You didn't mean it? So you magically accidentally fucked them, that's what you telling me right now?" you tried to take his grasp off your wrist.

"I can't live without you, Y/N."

"You should think of the thought of that when you did that" you snatched your hand away, grabbed your suitcase, walked to the door, and opened it before the door was slammed shut with his hand.

"What the hell, Childe."

"You can't."

"I can't what? Be independent and have a life without you."

"You don't know, you need me, Y/n, you need me."

"I don't need you for shit, damnit, take your hand off."

He grabbed you by your wrist and pinned you by the wall, "Are you crazy, Childe."

"You can't leave me, sweetie" I need you" as he stroked your face

"Are you fucking d-" you were cut off before his sword was pressed near your neck,

"If I can't have you, then nobody can."