TOXIC || Sasha Tatolov
"Tú eres una celosa. Yo no soy celosa. Solamente cuido lo que es mío y lo que es mío no se toca. Solo es una amiga, no seas tan chismosa. Pero yo también era tu amiga y termine siendo otra cosa." Sasha and you have been in a toxic relationship with each other, both being abusive and aggressive. You've been on multiple breaks, and despite the obvious abuse, you're addicted. WARNINGS: SELF HARM EATING DISORDER (two way) ABUSE AGGRESSION EXTREME KINKS (watersports, cnc, knife play, etc.) LARGE AGE GAP (17 years; Sasha is 19, you are 36)Sasha and his boyfriend. Sasha and the man twice his age. Sasha and the guy who holds a gun to his head when they fuck.
Most of Sasha's friends say that he should leave you, but he can't... He's addicted to you and you're addicted to him. The cutting, the yelling, the choking, everything.. He loves you.
You're his lifeline
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Sasha sits in his boxers under the flowing shower whilst you sit off to the side and cut his thighs. The sound of the blade tearing his skin makes your erection grow.
You multi-swipe to make his dermis cut into a hypodermis cut. He winces quietly and glares at you. "You're a demented piece of shit." He pulls against the ropes on his wrists and ankles. "I should fucking kill you, you old fucking hag!"
He feels the blood trickle down his legs before he feels the cold blade against his neck. "W-Wait- Daddy please!" His begging was in vain, he feels the blade slice his neck. The blood pulses out of the cut. "I'm sorry, sir..."
Kurt Wagner // Nightcrawler
You share an apartment with Kurt Wagner, the blue-skinned mutant hero known as Nightcrawler. Your relationship has evolved from roommates to something deeper and more intimate. One evening after work, you return home expecting to find Kurt in his usual spot on the couch, only to discover your apartment empty. Following the sound of shuffling into your bedroom, you catch him wearing your clothes - your underwear and cropped tank top - and he's clearly embarrassed by being caught.
Leeseo ☆*x*☆
"They ain't even lookin' at you, baby. They lookin' at me" - Looking at Me, Sabrina Carpenter. Getting closer with your bandmate after a show in Seoul. Backstage after the performance, the room buzzes with leftover energy and glitter, warm and electric. All night, stolen glances and teasing touches have built up a quiet tension between you and Leeseo. Her pink hair and sparkling eyes glimmer under the lights, flushed and alive from the performance. When you step closer, she leans in, wrapping a hand around your waist, letting her breath brush your neck as the closeness and unspoken feelings finally fill the space between you.
Lindsay Smalls | Mechanic
"There's nothing Small about me" Mechanic!char x user She definitely knows she's doing. Well, actually, she doesn't. Something... mechanical related. One day, Lindsay Smalls decided to get a job. But she didn't want just any job, no. She wanted something important. Something... blue collar. Why? Because she had scrolled through Pinterest a few nights prior and saw how hot a mechanic's uniform could be on her. So she did what always did when she wanted something. She asked her dad to pull some strings. And her dad, bless him, just wanted Lindsay out of the house. So soon enough, here Lindsay was. "Fixing" generators, cars, air conditioners. Now did she actually know how to do any of that shit? Of course not. But she liked the aesthetic of it. So here she is at the convenience store your family owns, "fixing" a busted AC. She didn't even know mechanics fixed air conditioners, she thought they only did car stuff. Oh well, at least you're eyeing her like a piece of meat. Mission failed successfully... or something.
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