#manipulative behavior

Top! Male! Dom! Younger! Yandere! Manipulative! Clan leader! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Darling! Toji

Summary: When you first saw Toji, you were interested in his potential. As you both grew up, you started wanting more. Even if you had to lay a few schemes and plots, at least you two were happy now. 

warning: sex, fingering, cussing, manipulation, blood(mild), violence(mild), murder(Toji kills someone else)

“Is this okay?” He muttered, an embarrassed look on his face. A pink flush had crept onto his cheeks, spreading down to his neck and partially on his exposed chest. 

His pecs heaving with each unsteady breath he took. The dusty pink bud hard from the cold begging to be touched. Toji’s firm muscular body, usually hidden under the layers of his yukuta, now out on display for your eyes.

The best part was lower. His hard cock standing at attention, curved and flushed red. Beads of precum dripping down the veiny length. A sizable, thick cock perfect for a man like Toji. 

It was a shame what you had in mind only required something else. 

Two thick fingers were slick pressed into his tight virgin hole. The stretch was not easy even with the excessive lube that dripped onto the sheets below. With each slow thrust of his fingers into his hole, a wet squelching noise accompanied it. 

“It is. It’s normal to feel uncomfortable at first, baby.” You cooed placatingly, your hand reached forward and caressed the man’s cheek. Thumb brushing over his shaved chin, because he wanted to make an effort for you, and caressed his scarred lip. 

“Okay.” The towering strength that was Toji, nuzzled your hand like a content cat. The tip of his pink tongue flickered out to brush against the pad of your thumb almost instinctually, a reflexive movement of something he remembered you liked. 

Something he remembered because you conditioned him into it. 

You had to bite your tongue to restrain yourself. It wouldn’t make much sense to give in now. Not after years of waiting to make him yours. Of stolen moments, conditioning and manipulation. 

How else would you have him here? Spread open, exposed, on his knees fucking himself open with his fingers, eyes hazy with something dangerously close to devotion and love. Leaning into your touches like a touch starved pet. 

You remember the first time you saw him. Years ago in the courtyard where he was  insulted and yelled at. On his knees, tea dripping down his face and hair like a mangy dog. 

Being one of the more important people in the Zenin clan, you didn’t bother much with gossip. But you just from the lack of cursed energy, that the boy kneeling was The Black Sheep of the Zenin. 

You had watched for a second, the bullies hurling names at the unresponsive teen. You weren’t really interested in lower class people, but something about the boy caught your eyes. Maybe it was the tension in his shoulder like a predator getting ready to pounce or the way his fists clenched tightly around the fabric of his coarse yukata.

Either way, you were interested in this Black Sheep at first glance. 

So when the bullies moved closer, presumably to hurt him, you stepped in. Not out of the goodness of your heart. But just to see his reaction. 

As expected the boys seeing you in your silk yukata and cold glare scampered off knowing not to mess with you. 

Then you turned to look at the boy, defiant in posture but still kneeling. There were a myriad of statements you could have said, dismissals, cold comments, sneers or even mock concern. All of it died under sharp green eyes. 

How could someone so suppressed have such a strong gaze? For a second your heart skipped a beat. Maybe he did have cursed energy, or else how could he affect you? 

Instead of anything you had in mind before, you found yourself extending a hand. A shy smile on your face that covered up the thoughts that spiraled in your head. 

“Are you okay?”

The black sheep of Zenin? Not anymore. The only thing they’d associate him with, from now, would be you.

At first glare, you were utterly obsessed with him. 

So you planned and schemed. It was easy enough to make sure Toji was close to you, pulling some strings to make sure he got placed in a room close by. 

You’d play the savior, using people as cannon fodder. Pawns to be placed and make their move, remind him of your kindness and care so he’d learn to run back to you again and again. 

For the most part of your teen years you just wanted to possess him. Occupy his thoughts like he did yours. And then he hit 20 while you were 18. His muscle growth doubled, filling out in all the right places. 

Suddenly more people turned to look at him when he passed and you hated that. So you spun your schemes, kept him busy till you got a foothold in the clan. Pulling strings to keep him occupied with curses, trackers and summons watching him. 

You’d waited so many fucking years since you met him for this. For Toji as he is now, 27, a virgin and all yours for the taking. 

It started with light touches, then kissing as practice, coaxed from pliant lips with soft reassurances and puppy eyes. Then longer touches, lingering on his body. Kisses that stole his breath and heated touches. 

You taught him how to please you, gently guiding him through all his firsts. All your firsts too. Caressing his jaw during blowjobs, tugging and correcting him till pleasuring you was something he barely thought twice about. 

Now that your position was secured, there was nothing stopping you from claiming what was already yours. 

…

Your hand caressed down his spine to the curve of his ass, and then brushed over his sopping wet spread hole. The rim twitched but gave way when you pressed your finger alongside the other two fingers. 

Toji’s breath hitched, eyes winding slightly, kiss swollen lips parting but letting out nothing but sharp pants and gasps. 

“Ah~Ngh~[name] don’t touch me there.” His breath caught when your finger slid in alongside his other still fingers, slimmer than his but more long to brush further inside. 

“I told ya I got this.” He muttered unconvincingly, his cock twitching under your gaze, green eyes averted. 

“I’m sure you do, baby. But you said you got this for 20 minutes. If you don’t want to continue today, we can stop.” You said amused your fingers slowly sliding out. 

“No!” He blurted out, his free hand moving to clasp down on your wrist, to keep your finger in. “No. I got this” He cleared his throat, his grip loosened but he didn’t let go. 

How adorable, Toji was perfect. Your sanity was holding on by a single thread. It was a miracle and a nod to your restraint that you didn’t fuck him then minute he looked at you flushed, his body exposed and lewdly fingering himself while listening to you. 

Curiously your finger pressed in further, and Toji’s eyes widened a strangled noise leaving his throat when you curled your finger into the spot. 

“Found it.” You cooed and rub against it. “Isn’t it better now?”

“Oh f-fuck! I don’t think imma, ple’se. pl’ease it’s not enough!” His voice came out shaky, low hoarse and broken, utterly sexy. 

“Alright baby.” You cooed sweetly, but your eyes were dark with hunger. With an easy move you pressed the older man under you sprawled on bed. 

In the new position you got a better view of his swollen hole, tight but slightly open. Opening and closing like it was waiting to be filled. 

Your hands ran down his body, his skin sensitive to your touch from being teased and groped, jumping under it. Your fingers brushed over Toji’s lips and even without instructions, he reflexively opened his mouth to let your slip your fingers instead. 

His tongue swirling around your finger with soft breathily low moans. Eyes glazing over with a sheen of water and lust when you pressed them deeper into his throat.  

“Thanks baby.” You drop a kiss onto his lips when you pull your fingers out after they are wet enough and press them into his hole. 

The heat of his body and silky wet warmth draws you in like a moth to flame. Lining up against it, you take in the beautiful sight under you. Willing, pliant and needy Toji wrapped his arms around your neck and tugged you into a kiss. 

Kissing came with ease after years of practice. Your tongue dancing together in harmony, and his glossy eyes met yours and he nodded. 

“Do it or I’ll make ya.” He said gruffly, hands tightening around your shoulders minusculely. His hips rocked forward to brush his hole against the head of your aching cock, the feeling making your groan. 

What a brat. You were patient for so long. It’s high time you got your reward. 

Your hand brushed, a stray hair from his face, sharp green eyes mellowed out looked at you with trust and love. “Alright baby.” 

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“[Name] is manipulating you!” The sorcerer panted out desperately. The man, his target, was a trembling mess, blood spilling from the gaps between his fingers as he tried to stem the bleeding. 

His breath came out in short panicked gasps, fearful eyes tracking Toji as he moved closer. Toji didn’t hesitate, or flatter in his approach. Flicking the blood of his cursed blade.

“Didn’t you hear me! [Name] is manipulating y—!” His voice cut off into a choked gurgle as his head fell to the floor in a dull thud, rolling a few inches before stopping. Laying sideways, his terrified expression stuck on his face, eyes stared unseeing at Toji, mouth agape in surprise.  His body crumbled like a puppet with its strings cut. 

Toji rubbed his jaw with the back of his knuckles scratching an itch. “I heard ya. I just didn’t want to hear something I already know.” 

It wasn’t like he was dumb. He’s been years in that shithole of a clan alone. It would be pathetic if he couldn’t realize when he’s being manipulated. 

He pressed his weapon back into the cursed spirit inventory you’d gotten him. Washing his hands and changing his blood changed shirt into another black shirt and headed back to the clan. 

The one you’d take over. Servants and even other members moved to the side when he passed. For a failure of the Zenin treated like shit, now they were scared of him. None of them dared to speak or act even if they hated it. Either in fear of you or him killing them and you brushing their death off with a smile. 

You’d brought change to the clan when you’d taken over, ruthless and cunning. Challenging you wasn’t just a physical challenge but a mental one. Your schemes and tricks ran so deep and though it was like you could anticipate the future and change it to your own benefit.

He paused in the garden. The same one he’d been humiliated in. Now blooming with a variety of flowers and trees. One for each season to keep the garden in constant bloom. 

When he heard footsteps behind him he didn’t move. Your fingers trailed over his waist and your chin rested on his shoulder. A pout on your pretty lips. 

“You’re late,” you complained softly, your voice thick with sleep and just a touch of coyness. The soft strands of your hair brushed against his cheek, and your half-lidded eyes, hazy with drowsiness, looked deceptively pretty.

A sly fox pretending to be a docile housecat to lure in prey. Showing your claws like they couldn’t tear out his heart. 

You were worse than everyone in the fucking clan. At least they showed their true colors to his face. 

His hand reached up and brushed a hair out your face, cradling your jaw with tenderness he didn’t think he was capable of. You leaned into the touch with a sigh, eyes fluttering shut. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked quietly, looking at him under your lashes. All soft features and doe eyes. Like you weren’t capable of anything wrong. As though the blood on your hands didn’t stain you anymore.

“I…” Toji always wondered why you chose him. Why you decided to wrap him up in chains and soft words and drown him in the sweet poison. 

His voice choked up on the words as his lips parted. Throat going dry, the words clogging in his throat like gravel. 

What would he do if the answer was something he didn’t want to hear? Could he leave? Could he survive without you?

“Toji? Baby?” You leaned in and brushed your lips against his. The contact sent sparks of need and comfort though him. “You can tell me anything.”

Do you really love him? Or do you not? Do you think he’s pathetic? Are you just using him for his skill and body?

Would you be bored of him?

The thought hurt worse than anything else. The idea that one day you’d get bored and find someone better. Someone more entertaining, more interesting to obsess over. 

That’s why he gladly sunk into the mold you carved for him. Let your honeyed words twist around him and lay trapped in your webs like willing prey. 

You already took his heart, and body. What more did he have left? 

There was no way he’d survive separation. 

“Nothing. Just…” he pressed his forehead to yours, even towering over you, he felt so small under your gaze. Like a small animal caught in a predator’s maw, resigned to the predator’s whim. “I love you.”

Your lips curled into a smile, small and real unlike the fake ones you showed to the world. “I love you more.” 

An unwilling chuckle left his lips. “It’s not a competition, brat.” Breathing in your scent fresh roses and honey, mixing into something like ambrosia. “…I love you even more.”

The laugh that left your lips, made your expression brighter like the sun rising. “You’re cheating!” You teased, eyes gleaming in his light with joy. “I love you more than that.”

You were his everything. From the moment you offered your hand to him. 

Whatever you did in this lifetime, as long it was spent with moments like this with him, he’d forgive. He’d stay with you forever. And if you tried to leave? He’d follow you to the ends of the Earth and even to death. 

“Bite me,” he grumbled, unable to hide the slight smile that tugged his lips. Before you could reply with another tease his lips met yours. 

For example, "women are more likely to be possessed by demons" easily turns into "women are more prone to mental illness that compromises their judgment."

"The gods decreed that these people would be our servants forever" easily turns into "these people never evolved intelligence like we did, and they need us to guide them and tell them what to do."

"You'll go to Hell if you do that!" easily turns into "This is what's destroying society! You're betraying everything your ancestors worked hard to create!"

"They worship evil gods! We have to convert them to our good and pure religion!" easily turns into "their culture is primitive and barbaric! We have to free them from these backward beliefs!"

i was trying to go in order of stuff i got but i can’t stop thinking about this one because i have lots of thoughts & opinions. i love yanderes. i know usually if no gender is specified, i do gn!reader but i think i’m gonna self-indulge a bit & make these headcanons with a fem, afab!reader - since we’re role reversing~ cw: yandere behaviors, obviously; suggestive/slight nsfw; mentioning wanting to force impregnate

⚠️Trigger warnings⚠️: Emotional manipulation / gaslighting Physical punishment / abuse (non-lethal violence) Loss of autonomy / control Surveillance / lack of privacy Parent-child toxicity / controlling parental behavior Threats / psychological intimidation Forced isolation.

Yandere Traits :📺⚡️: Overprotective / Controlling / Authoritarian / Parental/ Gaslighting & Sadistic.

Vox is one of the most strict and controlling fathers you could have as a yandere. He watches you everywhere, monitoring you through every form of media and even hidden cameras scattered throughout Hell. It's almost impossible to escape his gaze. He’s like a helicopter parent but taken to an extreme, controlling every aspect of your life, from the smallest decisions to your most personal relationships. His possessiveness knows no bounds. Vox won’t give you an ounce of privacy, constantly hovering over you, ensuring you don’t stray from his grip. He believes that as your father, he's the only one you need and he'll make sure you know it, every moment of your life. In his eyes, your soul belongs to him, and he’ll ensure it stays that way. Whether you’re a sinner or a Hellborn, it doesn’t matter Vox will still force you into a soul-binding deal, claiming you as his and ensuring you stay under his control. This allows him to control every facet of your existence. You’ll work alongside his underlings, doing his bidding without so much as a penny to your name. He won’t allow you to have your own bank account because, in his words, "You don’t need it. All you need is me to provide for you. I’m your father; I take care of everything ."At this point, you’re little more than his free labor, chained to him and his whims. Every device you’re given, every gadget or communication tool, is bugged by him. He’ll never allow you privacy not with your social media, not with the people you communicate with. In fact, Vox forbids you from making any friends or forming relationships. He believes anyone who gets close to you is a bad influence, and he’ll make sure you know that you don’t need anyone else. As your father, he is all you need for guidance and protection.

He loves parading you around by his side the ever egotistical showman now flaunting his new title as a “proud father.” Your comfort means absolutely nothing to him. Whether you're introverted, anxious, or overwhelmed, he drags you through crowds both inside and outside his building. It’s never about you only about what he wants. You're expected to obey without question, simply because “he’s the adult, and you’re the child,” and in his mind, that automatically makes him right. His fans swarm the two of you, flashing cameras and swarming reporters eager to get a scoop. They ask about his “adopted child” and what it’s like for a famous Overlord to juggle his career and fatherhood. All the while, Vox keeps a sharp eye on you, his gaze silently demanding that you put on a perfect act. You’re forced to smile, to praise him to lie through your teeth about how grateful you are to have such an extraordinary, loving father. Inside, you’re crumbling. No one in the crowd knows the truth. The obsession, the punishment, the suffocating control he forces over every aspect of your life. But you keep quiet. You keep performing. Because if you dare say anything that might damage his reputation, you'll pay for it later and Vox never forgives when his star child makes him look bad.

If you’re ever caught outside without Vox’s knowledge or supervision, It’s an opportunity for the other Vees who will gleefully exploit using your connection to him against you for their own gain. Velvette sees you as her personal test subject. Without asking, she’ll dress you up in her latest avant-garde fashion concepts, snapping endless photos for her upcoming shows. You’re little more than a doll in her hands, forced to comply unless you want her to report your whereabouts back to Vox. Valentino, ever the sleazy businessman, is far less subtle. He’ll treat you as free labor for the day, forcing you to run errands, whether it’s spying on troublesome reporters, intimidating workers who still owe him money, or handling menial tasks for his underlings. To him, you’re just another resource to exploit for his own benefit, especially since he knows Vox would never forgive you for being out of his sight. He knows Vox practically owns you, he has no qualms about using that to his advantage. If Vox catches wind of your little "escape," things get very dark, very quickly.

Punishment from him is severe, not just physically but emotionally. He begins by berating you, his smooth but cold voice dripping with disappointment and manipulation. He makes sure you feel every ounce of guilt, framing your disobedience as a betrayal of his love and protection. But scolding is just the beginning. If that doesn’t suffice, he doesn’t hesitate to escalate to physical discipline, Vox uses pain as a reminder of his authority. Vox resorts to harsher methods. He might take off his belt and use it to discipline you, or worse, unleash electric shocks from his fingertips, sending bolts of pain through your body. The shocks aren’t lethal, but they’re agonizing enough to leave you trembling, tears stinging your eyes as he reminds you, with chilling calmness, that things will only get worse if you continue to defy him. “You think you can run from me?” he growls, his glowing hypnotic eye fixating on you with terrifying intensity. “Let me remind you what happens when you break my rules.” Afterward, you lose what little freedom you had left. Vox strips you of every privilege. Your devices are confiscated. your room is monitored even more closely, and any sliver of privacy you had is gone. He keeps you by his side at all times, ensuring you’re under constant surveillance. Whether he’s sitting at his desk doing paperwork or monitoring his media empire, you’re forced to stay close sometimes even on his lap while he watches your every move. You’re reminded constantly that you’re his possession, bound by his rules and utterly at his mercy.

Aventurine meeting himself from a parallel universe but they’re just a lil bit… different…

On the surface, he’s the same, gone through the same things too. But once he trusts someone and the usual suave facade is down, he’s a bit hyperactive and a different type of unhinged. Not the normal “I love risking my life” Aventurine unhinged. It’s the backing you into a corner, ominously looming over you “have you ever had the desire to tear into someone’s flesh? To feel someone’s bones crack between your jaws?” type of unhinged

Could I maybe please get some headcanons for smth like this?

Two Faces, One Lie

Tags: Aventurine Headcanons, Parallel Universe AU, Psychological Horror, Self vs. Self, Duality of Man, Charisma as a Weapon, Manipulative Behavior, Glamour Horror, Slow Burn Madness, Power Dynamics, Mind Games, Unhinged Parallel!Aventurine, Homoerotic Subtext, Dark Mirror, Emotional Whiplash, Unreliable Narration, Trauma Bonding, Morally Grey Characters, Internalized Monstrosity, Flirting With Madness.

Warnings: Psychological manipulation, Mentions of cannibalistic ideation (e.g., references to tearing flesh, breaking bones), Graphic language describing violence, Unstable behavior/mania, Dark mental health themes (e.g., survivor’s guilt, religious trauma, emotional detachment), Mentions of past abuse/slavery/systemic cruelty, Power imbalance/coercive undertones, Moral ambiguity and lack of clear hero/villain roles, Body horror (implied/described), Implied PTSD/Dissociation, Possible identity breakdown/Derealization themes, Homoerotic tension under duress.

When Aventurine first meets his parallel self—identical in voice, mannerisms, and charm—he’s fascinated. Of course he is. It’s like meeting a version of himself with the volume cranked up just a little too loud.

One day, say between season one and two of The Boys, Sage finds out about Project Odessa, without having to fuck a gross wrinkly old man. And she learns about Marie Moreau, poor girl who killed her parents on accident and has been separated from her family and is probably so lonely and desperate for love. And she came up with a plan.

And maybe that same day, Victoria Nueman found out about a poor orphaned girl who she shares powers with and who also killed her parents. And Zoe has always been lonely as an only child. Vicotria knows that it's not like she wouldn't pass a house check. So she also came up with a plan.

Sage grows interested in grass roots politicians. Marie Moreau is adopted. "I don't want to call you 'my ward'" she says. "And I get it that I will never be your mom, okay kiddo? You can just call me Victoria or Vicky, most people do."

Sage meets Victoria. Victoria introduces Sage to Marie (and Zoe). Marie is enamored by her- an actual Black supe that she can talk to. A young Black supe who is the first Black woman to hold her in a hug in years. Sage is nice, funny- but in a cool dry way, sweet and blunt in a way that makes Marie feel mature and properly challenged. Marie meets Sage's family, she calls her Jessica and idolized her. If Vicky is Marie's legal guardian, Sage becomes almost like a young aunt or older cousin to talk to.

Victoria and Stan meet with Sage. They want to know what she is doing with Marie. Sage tells them she thinks Marie is a powerful supe and that under the right guidance she could do great things. Victoria says she already knew that and doesn't need help.

Stan waits. Sages explains, partially. She says Marie's power is impressive but it is important to have a strong medical background for it. She offers to tutor Marie in anatomy and hematology while also trying to help her develop her powers.

Victoria waits. Days later Victoria asks Marie if she really wants to be a supe. Marie says yes. She asks Marie if she would want to get lessons from Sage, but only if she could continue to maintain her grades. Marie all but screams yes.

Sage trains Marie. Marie grows close to Jessica, treating her as a confidant for most issues. Jessica lets Marie explain petty high school drama and coaches her through the many different ways Marie could react and the many different ways they could go wrong. Jessica teaches her how to think ahead, how to ensure that you are always one move ahead of others. Marie hangs on Jessica's every word, of course she does. Jessica is the world's smartest person, Marie would be an idiot to doubt her.

By age 17 Marie Moreau is famous. After less than eighteen months under Sage's guidance, she has already created an impressive number of saves. While other teenage supes join Vought teams and rack up Instagram followers, Marie is recorded as she restarts small Black girl's heart after what should have been a fatal car crash. Sage manages Marie's social media accounts, once again guiding the girl on how to maintain a good public image and what to say at which times.

Stan tells Marie that Vought is interested in her. Marie tells Jessica. Sage asks to act as Marie's legal representation along side Victoria- she passes the bar exam when she was 14 so it will be easy for her. Marie agrees. Sage continues to elevate Marie without Vought's interference.

By age 20 Marie already has deals with Red Cross, doctors without borders and BandAid. Vought has been wanting to work with her for years. Sage tells her that it's finally time to negotiate. Marie tells Vought she wants to create her own team and have Sage manage them. Vought says no.

Two weeks go by.

Vought says yes.

Homelander is annoyed.

Marie makes her team. On it is her high school best friend, Emma Meyers and Godolkin University's second rated supe and her teenage crush Jordan Li. Marie explains to Vicky and Jessica that it is because they have an impressive history of saves and a strong work ethic. She also takes on Greg and (insert random O.C for the sake of numbers).

Sage and Marie ensure that the team is properly trained for superhero work. The team does actual hero work, with the bare minimum amount of red carpet premiers and opening ceremonies- not that they need it when a clip goes viral of Jordan resuscitating someone or Greg flying a mother and her child to the nearest hospital goes viral every other week.

Homelander gets mad.

Jordan flirts with Marie. Marie refuses to blur personal and professional lines like that. Jordan points out Emma is her friend. Marie defends Emma as an amazing supe who has been helping her for years.

Jordan flirts again. Marie blushes.

Jordan flirts again. Marie kisses them. Marie goes to Jessica for advice.

Homelander is hurt that this child is taking up his fame. Everyone is always asking about what he thinks of her now. Marie has the highest approval rating not just in the U.S but across the world.

Stan offers Marie a place in the Seven. Marie declines.

Homelander is livid.

Marie and Jordan date. Marie loves them. Jordan loves her.

The team respond to a mass shooting event. Jordan works to talk down/ disarm the gunman Marie and Emma tend bleeding and Greg flies people to safety. By the time Homelander arrives Jordan has already taken the down the gunman.

Homelander is engulfed in rage. He attacks the crowd.

Marie thinks fast. Marie who has brought more people back to life than she can count, acts immediately. Marie, who can hear other's heart beats as clearly as her own from over a hundred feet away, tries to stop Homelander.

Homelander paints the sidewalks.

Sage laughs wildly when the footage plays on VNN. She wasn't sure if the shooter plan would work.

Somewhere Billy Butcher gets black out drunk.

Marie goes to trial. Sage defends her. Marie repeats that she didn't mean to kill the man, just to keep him from harming others. Marie walks free. The world takes a deep breath for the first time in decades.

Vought begs for Marie to be their new show pony. Marie agrees, with many stipulations. Vought implements new training. Vought closes down Godolkin University. Supes are monitored more closely and Vought becomes 'a force for good', good and wholesome once again.

Ein | MS, Angst

→ “Maybe we should love like kids.” - Love Like Kids, GRAHAM.

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Pairing: MS!Ein X Reader

WC: 1.2k

TW: Possessive & Manipulative behaviour from Ein (but what else is new?)

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❈ Warnings: ⚠️Toxic relationship. The text centers on a ‘romance’ meant to be read safely as purely fictional and fantastical content, never as something to be sought out or accepted as a real-life relationship ⚠️

❈ Words: ~700

❈ Synopsis: You told him he hurt you, but he loved your pain.

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You, sulking and with your arms crossed, struggling with yourself to maintain composure, were far too adorable for Thresh to admire without delighting in the scene and laughing.

– You’ve been manipulating me; I won’t give in this time, Thresh. You really hurt me.