#Beauty and grace he’ll fucking eat your face...

[senpiecakes]

Pussy Pleasers ____________________________________________________ Notes: I found this in my drafts and I was so surprised I had to finish it. Warnings and Themes: Smut. Pure Smut. NSFW. Fem!Reader. Some very tasteful words. Eating out. Mentions of semi-public intercourse (Albedo). Mentions of drugs (Kazuha). Body worship and praising. Featured: Thoma, Kazuha, Diluc, Itto, Albedo Next: Pussy Slayers Minors, Please Leave ____________________________________________________

Thoma

Always looking forward to servicing his beloved.

Whether to take the edge off or just to end the night good, Thoma’s always excited about going down on you. Sometimes you wonder if he likes it more than you do. He’s always eager to please just to see you fall asleep with a peace of mind and a happy smile.

Thoma loves everything about you; the way you taste, the way you sound, the way your hands hold his face when you finish and tell him how much you love him. His eyes are clouded with nothing but love when he sees you smile above him and tell him he did good.

He’d want you to ride his face, go on for hours till your legs go limp, and anything he’ll do, he’ll do for you. Just ask.

“Oh, my love. Did that feel good? You’re so beautiful.”

You insist on sucking Thoma off sometimes, but he’d rather prefer making you cum. He's more turned on with the fact that you’d feel great because of him. He lives for the way your back arches as he sucks your clit, your whines when he kisses your inner thigh.

Thoma’s a tease sometimes- slowing as he kisses down your abdomen, giving you a handful of praises before eating you out.

Thoma’s aftercare is also legendary. He’s a pleaser, we all know that, and to make you feel good and comfortable is the most rewarding thing he can ask for.

Kazuha

Kazuha’s a languid lover; love poems, slow nights, slow sex. He wants to take his time and make sure he treats you nice and well.

You love when he does it high. He’s sloppy, messy, not caring where anything goes as long as you’re on his mouth. Even when he’s a giggly mess, cheeks red and hair unkempt, his grace in his movements never cease to amaze you.

He looks at you, eyes red and glazed over, but watching you barely contain yourself with the way he does it so slowly? The way he catches your grip on his bedsheets? When your thighs sandwich his face into your pussy? God, Kazuha can live in this moment forever. 

His hold on your thighs is light; occasionally running his hands up and down your sides. He praises you for being patient, asking if you could moan his name like that again if you have enough energy for a nice, slow fuck later.

‘My pretty girl, you’re so good to me.’

The last parts are his favorite. When he’s finally done with you, seeing you lazily smile to yourself, your legs on his shoulders still shaking after making you cum on his pretty lips- it was like heaven on earth. 

Kazuha would trail lazy kisses from your inner thigh to your abdomen, the middle of your chest and finally your lips. You didn’t even care where his mouth had been- the messiness of his kiss, the daze and high melting into one, Kazuha’s tongue still going at it in your mouth- you both could never get tired of this.

Of course, the nap after that is always the best too if you’re cuddled up in Kazuha’s arms.

Diluc

He’s completely lost in the moment, brows furrowed and grip on your shaking thighs getting tighter. He wants to get carried away, pin you down until you cream all over his face, but he wants to do this for you. He’ll do that later on.

Diluc listens to every command you make even though he knows best how to make you feel good in ways you never even thought of. He takes pride in knowing what things make you squirm.

You’re bucking your hips upwards because he’s just that good, moaning his name loud enough to be heard in Mondstadt. Diluc doesn’t mind; he needs to let the world know you’re his.

He won’t stop until he appreciates the mess he turned you into. Where had the teasing from earlier gone? Where were your brave words from earlier, saying how you’ll make him into a shaking, begging mess. 

Wherever that may be, Diluc would never tease you for it- instead smiling to himself and steadying his pace to give you the most mind-blowing orgasm you could ever experience. 

“Cum for me, love. Let me take care of you.”

Diluc’s a gentleman. He’ll make sure you’re nice and ready before taking his cock and maybe let you rest a few minutes before continuing (that is if he won’t get pussydrunk). He'd massage your thighs and tell you that you did so well, placing loving kisses on your body.

After the greatest aftercare with his deep voice, a nice warm bath and a new change of sheets, Diluc would make sure you’ll have the best sleep of your life, so you’ll have energy for it again the next day.

Itto

Itto is messy. Too excited and sometimes even too immature but God, is he good at making sure you finish.

He wants to make it known that you’re his. His hold on your hips and thighs would be tight enough to leave a mark, bites on your inner thighs are misplaced and random, all for him to admire and replace the next time he sees them fading.

Itto’s more vocal than you sometimes. Praising you like you’re a blessing carved by the gods themselves. It’s usually a mix of praises and low grunts but you love it anyways. You love the way his voice rumbles in your core.

He lives for the moment when you’d tug at his hair (and horns)- relishing each time you’d find your voice and tell him ‘good boy’. It gets him good when you praise him as much as he praises you.

He can barely focus with his hard-on- seeing you throw your head back in pleasure and moan his name like it’s the last time you’ll ever say it. That keeps him going. He needs to pleasure his pretty girl, right?

“Just like that, baby, tell me how you want it.”

Despite wanting to spoil you, Itto almost always wants to jerk himself off but hearing you moan and beg and praise him will always be enough to make him cum. Before you know it, he’s whimpering out your name, begging for you to make him cum.

He won’t, however. He’ll save his load for when he’s inside you later on.

Albedo

In his lab in Dragonspine. Albedo likes privacy and likes to encourage you to moan as loud as you want. Nobody’s coming anyways (except you.)

Albedo loves taking you to his lab for two reasons: to show you his experiments and studies, to have a little ‘fun’. Sometimes just to de-stress after a failed study or to make you feel nice to make up for nights he’s deep in his research.

He loves watching you squirm above him while you’re pinned up against a wall. He kneels down, never breaking eye contact while he does it.

Albedo makes sure to go excruciatingly slow while licking your clit just to see that specific expression on your face. Try as you might to have him move more, Albedo would hold you still and tell you to settle down.

“Stop squirming Y/N and let me see that pretty face.”

You can barely feel the blistering cold with how hot these moments make you feel. Albedo’s warm tongue gliding up and down your folds, your skin burning and heart pumping with excitement.

Sometimes, Albedo hopes that someone would walk into you both, only for the fact that he can show them how much he can make you feel good.

He loves studying your features when he does this. Your body’s reactions to him, the expressions, the sounds you make- it was all so fascinating and so rewarding. Albedo makes sure to have you finish with the most mind-blowing sensation time and time again. It’s the least he could do for toying with you for that long.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x reader smut #thoma smut #kazuha smut #diluc smut #itto smut #albedo smut #smut fic #genshin fic #genshin impact fanfic #genshin imagines #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #diluc x reader #diluc genshin impact #thoma #thoma x reader #thoma x reader smut #diluc x reader smut #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader smut #arataki itto #itto #itto x reader #itto x reader smut

[mcondance]

the way u write stu is so accurate like YES he is a little freak !!!! he’s so weird and gross and mean enough to make u cry a lil bit but not mean enough to make u hate him. loves to play with ur hair and then tug on a curl just to piss u off, or he’ll pretend to go in for a sweet kiss then bite ur lip so hard that his two front teeth are imprinted on your bottom lip. he’s the type of boyfriend to keep his hand in ur back pocket whenever ur walking around together and will unabashedly whisper dirty things in ur ear when ur hanging out with ur mutual friends and doesn’t give a fuuuuuuck if anyone else hears. i feel like he’s also obsessed with hickies and marks u leave during sex. he will straight up beg u to scratch his back hard enough for it to bleed a bit and leave angry red streaks that don’t go away for at least a week. he def leaves the biggest hickies that are a pain in the ass to cover up and he gets so pouty when u put makeup over them but it just fuels him to make them bigger and darker >:( he’s just a little sicko but he’s my little sicko so it’s fine <3

(also can i be 🧋 anon plz :p)

loved this msg. (reader is Black coded so if some of this doesn’t apply to y’all erm its in the rules so just… make do)

“he’s so weird and gross and mean enough to make u cry a lil bit but not mean enough to make u hate him”

yeah fucking definitely. he’s mean!! you hate him!! but then he shows his affection for you in his own freaky little way and it’s all alright…. until the next time.

“he’ll pretend to go in for a sweet kiss then bite ur lip so hard that his two front teeth are imprinted on your bottom lip.”

“gimme kiss,” he demands childishly, leaning in before he even gets the words out all the way. you never know what to expect, it’s a tie between him sticking his tongue down your throat, biting the hell out of your lip, or a simple peck.

you get your answer when you brave the unknown and lean in toward him.

“fuck!” you spit, hand flying up to your lip and eyes narrowing at the (unfortunately) beautiful psycho who’s smiling at you with that stupid, familiar glint in his eyes.

“and will unabashedly whisper dirty things in ur ear when ur hanging out with ur mutual friends and doesn’t give a fuuuuuuck if anyone else hears.”

he doesn’t even make any excuses. he doesn’t tell you that he can’t help it or you’re too pretty to resist. he lets you know that he’s doing this because you’re fucking enticing, he doesn’t care about what anyone else may happen to hear, and because he can.

with your head in his lap, he whispers “i really wanna fuck you right now.” you haven’t done anything particularly erotic, maybe it’s your face, maybe your legs look pretty in the little shorts you have on, whatever.

“you haven’t got more grace than that, stu?” billy questions.

“no. i don’t.” stu deadpans. you giggle, looking over at billy and sidney before bringing your eyes back to your boyfriend, and he’s already smiling down at you. “so?”

“maybe.”

“i feel like he’s also obsessed with hickies and marks u leave during sex. he will straight up beg u to scratch his back hard enough for it to bleed a bit and leave angry red streaks that don’t go away for at least a week.”

he is! he’s a switch through and through but even aside from that, love and affection shown in physical and altering ways is something he needs. he needs to be able to spend minutes in front of his mirror eating up the marks and dark blue hickies you left on his neck in one of your needy little fits when he had you grinding crazy on his dick. he needs to see the bruises you left with your fingers cause he’s good with his dick and you could only take it cause it was too good, and you had his arm to release your pleasure on.

he also needs to spot hickies and marks on you when you show him a polaroid you took with sidney earlier. he needs to see you around campus and find the dark mark on your neck that he’d sucked into your skin just last night. the fucker works extra hard to make sure the marks show against your skin, thorough and crazed with his obsession with the visual reminders.

#loved this ty bobanon #stu macher x reader #stu macher x you #stu macher x y/n #₊˚. ☆ yours truly 💌: #🧋 #wrote this in docs omg i’m so professional #stu macher x black reader #stu macher x black!reader

[juppl]

TWST Silver x reader Hcs

Okay okay it’s been stuck in my head and I really need to just write it out or else my head will fucking implode because I love this beautiful boy wayyyyy too much. Like I imagine a cute little romance where the reader is absolutely heart-struck for Silver.

He could be training outside whether it be by himself or with someone like Sebek, and you would just be there cooing and squealing on the sides.

“I should start charging you with how much you just come here to ogle.” Lilia teased as he looked back and forth between you and his son. You could only respond with quiet yet long set of giggles as you tried to fan the heat away from your face. Your heart quickening it’s pace just at the sight of Silver glancing your way only to return back to his spar.

The times you would quite literally chase after him in the hallways just to give him gifts or to just profess your love again.

“Wait!! Please Silver just one chance I’m begging you!” You shouted with an exhausted tone, the difference between yours and Silver’s stamina was quite apparent as you grew tired after running past only three classrooms. Pure stubbornness and love were the only things keeping your feet moving to try and catch up. This became a common occurrence in the hallways, making it a bit of a jest to some students witnessing the scene. “When do you think she’ll get tired of running?” Deuce asked, “five minutes ago.” Ace sighed.

You’d mope around whenever you lost sight of him or get politely rejected once again.

Grim would wack you repeatedly to get you to focus and not get your tears stained on you work again. “Henchman stop crying while you write, the papers are getting all wet because of you!” “He’ll never love me at this rate…” you sobbed as you began to finish up your class work.

Diasomnia would poke fun at Silver whenever another confession letter (more so a desperate plea) would wind up in his hands again.

“Please please please please please, I’m a wonderful person to be in a relationship with dare I say the best!-”with you listing off the multiple reasons as to why you were, the best. The letters he would sometimes share with his father or even Malleus, sighing as he was always met with their hearty laughs. He continued to read all your letters that came in even if he knew what would most likely be written in them, and dare I say growing to like them. A warm grin appearing on Lilia’s lips as he watched a small flustered smile form on Silver’s, hidden behind an unopened envelope he held.

Your excitement whenever you do get the chance to be near or work with him.

You tried your best to control yourself from physically vibrating with excitement as you got to sit next to Silver at lunch (after pushing Sebek out the way). Though, you did forget to eat your lunch from how much you were gazing at him, earning a few gags from Sebek. “Would there happen to be something on my face?” Silver asked genuinely as her grazed his fingers along his cheek and lips to try and find some sort of food. You could only laugh softly before responding warmly, “You’re just so pretty it’s hard to not just stare.” Your gaze softened as you watched a pink hue grow on his cheeks. This time Grim gagged.

You being bamboozled when Silver is the one to make the first move instead, leaving passerby even more shell shocked.

“You’re… You’re free after this class right? Would you want to go out somewhere then—if it isn’t much to ask of course…” Silver mumbled the last part, his familiar pink tint gracing his cheeks again. In comparison to your face though, you were left completely pale. You weren’t happen to be dreaming again were you??? After a minute to process his offer you shoot to grabbing his hands as you jumped to him with excitement. “Of course!” Stars practically replacing your eyes as steam rose from your overheated red cheeks.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver #twst mc #twst fanfic #lilia vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #ace trappola #deuce spade #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst x reader

[oraorahoe]

Can we have headcanons for Josuke, Jotaro and Okuyasu taking a shower with Fem!reader? It can be a mix of sfw and nsfw :3

fdjjsjnsns I love this!!!… ok-

*JJBA Hcs Showering With Fem!Reader*

(sfw & nsfw under the cut) :

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Josuke♡ :

He’s honestly so smooth about joining you in there- you turn around and he makes some sly comment like “Thought you might want some company~” **(insert big cheeky grin)**

Okay- he loves to play music while you guys are in there,, will absolutely blast it and sing it with you- plus probably do some funny dance moves and grab shampoo bottles like microphones haha…

He will always ask to wash your hair,,

Ask to wash his and he’ll melt and think it’s adorable but be gentle/ he’ll remind you that though, “Woa woa- y/n watch it-! Hey!! Careful!!” You giggle as he fixes his soapy fluffed up hair.

**USE HIS SHAMPOO AND CONDITIONER** it smells so good and makes your hair so soft.

100% uses some fancy mom/lady brand of shampoo that smells like fruit and flowers lolol

Constantly looking you up and down- and if you catch him doing it he denies it- “What?! Heh no I wasn’t-“ he’d scratch the back of his head nervously smiling-

Loves watching you wash your body~ his eyes get a lustful haze and he can barely even remember his own name-

One of his absolute favorite things is to have you suck him off while he washes his hair, watching you hollow out your cheeks with him… he thinks you’re positively gorgeous.

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Jotaro (4)♡ :

I feel like you would have to ask him to shower with you if you really wanted it- not that he’s opposed to the idea he just wouldn’t bring it up first…

Although sometimes you could catch him in a mood ;)…

Walks in while you’re already in there, “Y/n, we should conserve some water…”

**side smile** he thinks he’s funny lol

Wraps his big arms around you from behind and cups your breasts in his hands…

Ask to take a bath with him- ((if y’all are in Morioh at the time- the Morioh Grand Hotel tubs are HUGE and you will not regret laying on this man in a nice warm bath… he’s so comfortable))

**He loves holding you** he finds it peaceful to just gently embrace you in the warmth of the steamy water…

**Will run his hands all over you** (//ω//)

He loves just watching the water pour down on you in there- he’s absolutely lost in your grace, there’s something so serene to him about seeing you like this-

He would totally do some smooth shit like; while he’s behind you- pull your hair down, forcing your head to look up at him—

Oh wow- he’s a sucker for your eyes,, like I swear he loves when you look at him it just makes him go wild.

Probably- his favorite thing to do is to just pick you up and fuck you against the wall,, this man is so strong and knows exactly what he’s doing…

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Okuyasu♡:

**I honestly think Okuyasu would prefer baths over showers**

>>Bubble baths especially<< ((o(^∇^)o))

The first time he joins you in the bathroom his face becomes as red as a tomato, this boy is so embarrassed and in utter awe of your beauty…

Compliments you so much- “Wow y/n you’re so pretty, ((I’m so lucky!!))” *big goofy grin*

Splashes you in the face a lot because he thinks it’s funny,,

Would 100000% make a beard of soap on his face and laugh his ass off about it…

He loves feeling all over your body, ie. fondling your breasts, ass, etc.

His favorite thing is to eat you out though- something about looking up at your beautiful body while he works wonders with his mouth on you as you lay back in the bath just gets him so turned on…

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Thanks for reading!!! :3 also this was pretty much my first nsfw stuff I’ve written lol so feel free to let me know if y’all liked it!

#4taro #jjba headcanons #jjba part 4 #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba diamond is unbreakable #jjba jotaro #jojo josuke #jojo jotaro #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #jjba smut #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo part four #jojo part 4 #jjba okuyasu #okuyasu x reader #jojo okuyasu #okuyasu nijimura #josuke x reader #josuke 4 #josuke higashitaka #josuke higashikata #josuke smut #jotaro part 4 #jotaro x reader #jotaro x y/n #jotaro smut

[lvst4lifee]

KINKTOBER 10.10

kink : face sitting, untouched cumming, cum eating, subby!izzy, fem!dom summary; izzy's home from tour and all excited to taste you again.

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He sat on his knees trying to make his way closer to her damp cunt, she pulls him away again, hand fisted tightly in his hair.

“Lie on the bed, on your back.”

He’s never once been able to disobey an order she’s given him, so he does as she says, only pausing to slip his shoes off, still fully dressed.

He tries to make his way closer to her damp cunt, she pulls him away again, hand fisted tightly in his hair.

“Lie on the bed, on your back.”

He watches as she stands, and then slowly slides her knickers down her long, beautiful legs, and then she climbs back onto the bed and straddles his hips, carefully sliding the straps of her bra off before unhooking it. It’s a torturous striptease, because izzy knows that if he moves, if he tries to touch her, he won’t be allowed anything at all - not to touch her, make her come, or come himself.

After she’s finally free of underwear, she moves further up his body, straddling his chest, and looks down at him, pinned beneath her, and smiles. “Do you want to make me happy, izzy baby?”

He nods. “Yes.” It’s possibly the most honest thing he’s said all day, after a day of meetings and interviews. All he wants right now is to make y/n happy, however he possibly can. He’ll fuck her, if she wants, or finger her, or kiss her, or make an absolute fool of himself if it makes her happy.

“Good.” She shifts again, this time so that she’s sat only inches from his chin, and she moves so that her cunt is directly over izzy's mouth. She looks at him, waits for him to nod, and then lowers herself so that her centre is pressed against his lips. She’s warm and wet.

Izzy swallows and tentatively touches his tongue against her, and then licks a broad, wet stripe over her cunt, listening to the hitch of her breath again, the one that tells him she likes it.

“Good boy,” she praises, and he tries not to moan, but he can’t help but feel some satisfaction from it. He tries not to focus on how hard he is, on how much he wants to fuck her. This is what will make her happy, and so he focuses on that, on bringing her as much pleasure as he can with his mouth.

He knows that he’s being a little overeager while licking and sucking at where she’s most wet, occasionally flicking his tongue against the bundle of nerves that he knows is sensitive.

He hears breathing begin to grow ragged, and he’s tempted to suck hard, to press his tongue inside her and make her come, but y/n is the one in charge here, and so when she says, “slow down”, he has no choice but to obey. She wants the pleasure to last, he knows this, wants them to take their time

She strokes her fingers through his hair as he licks at her with broad strokes of his tongue, no finesse or grace or clever tricks, and she smiles down at him. “ so good .” It’s praise and admonishment all in one, and something a little pleased and sour curls in his gut. He wants to do better for her, wants to make her happy, and so he does as she directs, listening to what she says, and to the cues he’s learned to read in her body, the way she tightens her thighs round his head slightly whenever he flicks his tongue against her clit, or how she presses down against him when he pushes the tip of his tongue inside her.

“I have an idea,” she says with a smile, and he’s intrigued. Her ideas are always intriguing, if sometimes a little painful or humiliating for him, like when she tied his hands together and made him cum over and over for an hour after he came without her permission. She lifts off him, so that there are a few inches between them, enough for him to suck in a breath of air that smells like her. “Take a breath.”

He doesn’t question her, simply breathes in, and then tries not to exhale immediately as she presses back down against him, and begins to slowly and carefully grind herself against his lips. He makes a noise of surprise that sounds like a muffled moan and simply encourages y/n to grind against him even more.

With y/n grinding against him, most of her weight pressed against him, izzy begins to find it a little hard to breathe, and he realises why she told him to take a breath. He flattens his tongue and licks a broad stripe over her cunt once again, before pressing his tongue inside her, licking at her wetness, pressing in deeper, trying to see if he can reach inside her to that spot that makes her moan and clench down on him whenever he fucks her. His mind is already a little foggy, but he wants her to grind down against him even more, wants her to clench her thighs round him and make it almost impossible for him to breathe.

y/n must know what he wants, because she presses down against him, hard, cutting off his air as her thighs tighten round his head, and she bucks, carefully, against him, and then that’s when he feels her wetness spill into his mouth. She comes with his tongue inside her still, squirting all over his mouth and his lips, breathy little moans spilling from her lips as she takes her pleasure from him, using him to satisfy herself. Her fingers tangle in his hair and pull sharply on the strands, and he laps everything up that she gives him.

He can’t breathe, not really, and it feels so good. There’s a moment of panic, a frisson of fear flowing through him, before it fizzles out as he simply focuses on swallowing her cum, bringing her pleasure, making sure he worships her as she deserves. Just as he thinks he might pass out from lack of air, his vision blurring at the edges, his thoughts becoming slow and hazy, she lifts off him, and the rush of air has the most strange effect of tipping him over the edge and making him spill in his pants.

Once she’s finished taking her pleasure, she has him lick her clean, pulling at his lip so that she can see her cum on his tongue, and then she makes him swallow it all. She runs gentle fingers through his hair as he laps at her soaked cunt and damp thighs, murmuring words of praise as he does so.

As soon as he’s done, she lifts herself off him, ignoring his noise of protest, and she cups his jaw gently, pulling him in for a slightly wet and sloppy kiss.

“Well done, izzy.” It isn’t patronising or insincere, and he stretches and feels pleased that he’s managed to bring her pleasure, to make her happy.

"always such a good boy for me"

A/N:

idk if this is good or bad but idk how to start or end things so sorry😭

im still sick bro and i have been sick so many times this year. I was on new meds for stuffff a while ago and they made me sick after a while being on them like every day after i took it i couldnt eat my stomach would hurt i'd get light headed and dizzy ect so i was taken off of them and since i had been steadily on meds for that problem i wont say bc im not comfortable talking abt it i had to be taken off slowly yk yk and had really bad withdrawls that was "only gonna last for a week-two" it was two months. Every now and then i start feeling like how i did then but im on no medication anymore except for what i was given for the sickness i got but im feeling just as bad if not worse now does anyone know anything abt that and why i still get that type of stuff (and chest pains) i desperately need advice.

#izzy stradlin #kinktober #day2 #advice needed #smut #guns n roses #oneshots

[usetheeauthor]

Love, Papa 2

Virgin!Henry Creel|One|Peter Ballard x SexWorker!Reader

Summary: After family game night takes a turn for the worse, One is angry with you for ruining his opportunity to go “outside”. You try to get back in his graces in hopes that he’ll help you escape.

Warnings/TW: graphic language, attempted suicide by drowning, violence, infantilization, Brenner being weird, enemies to lovers, tsundere!Peter, hair pulling, crying, force feeding, reader nicknamed “belle” (by Brenner) and “bunny” (by One), slow burn relationship

word count: 5.3k+

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Chapter 2: Dumb Bunny

You grow impatient as the “family” continues to eat and converse knowing you’re desperate to win this silly game and go outside. The psychotic man’s eyes constantly flicker back to you when he notices that you haven’t partaken in the meal.

“Belle, you’ve hardly tasted your food. Your brother’s been trying to feed you the entire time and you continue to resist,” Papa begins. “That just won’t do.”

“I don’t eat meat.” You spat through clenched teeth.

“Meat is protein. For your bones and for that beautiful brain of yours, my dear. I want all of my children to grow up big and strong. So you will eat the meat.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?! Grow up? I’m an adult! You fucking psychopathic bastard.”

He shoves the table from himself as he stands. The table along with his chair launches a few feet away. He towers over you as you stare up with a defiant snarl.

Papa grips your face in his large hand, your lips protruding out. “What did I say about that kind of language under my roof? And in front of your younger sister! How would you feel if she were to repeat that kind of behavior? You’re on your 1st strike for the night. Don’t accumulate any more unless you know what’s good for you.”

His fingers began to dig into your cheeks the tighter he squeezed, tight enough that you were convince he’d draw blood or even choke you out this way.

“Papa,” One chimes in. “She didn’t mean to say those things. She’s scared and the rules are still very new to her. She’s learning.”

“Yes, Papa,” Eleven says, terrified for you. “She’ll be good.”

The viscous man glares into your eyes for a few moments before he lets out a sigh and releases you. You gasp for air, unable to rub the sting away from your cheeks due to your hands being bound.

“I’m sorry for my behavior, children. All of you. Especially you, belle. I’ve been much too hasty with you but only because I know you can be my good girl,” He caresses a hand down your tear-stained cheek and you shiver in fear and disgust. “Will you forgive me?”

You frantically look in One’s direction and he gives you a secret nod. Swallowing your pride, you whisper your acceptance. Papa kisses the top of your head before taking his seat and adjusting the table.

He lets out a breath of relief. “Now, One…please feed Belle her meal.”

“No, please.” You whimper.

One holds the spoon up your lips, you turn your head away. He follows your movements until Papa has to once again stand from his seat. He restrains your head, widening your mouth forcefully.

You whine and cry, struggling under his grasp. For the first time, One seems to break his emotionless persona and you could actually see him being reluctant to follow his father’s commands. But then Papa growls for him to do so and Peter shoves a spoonful of ground beef into your mouth.

“More!” Papa yells.

He shovels more into your mouth until your forced to swallow. You could feel you body having a visceral reaction to the meat. It rejects the taste and, not a moment after, you’re vomiting over yourself.

“Looks like Belle made a mess.” Papa says in an endearing tone.

You couldn’t even stare at him in anger for his sick ways. You felt defeated and weak, looking up at him with tears swelling in your eyes and saliva on your chin.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Let’s run you a bath and get you all cleaned up,” He runs a hand through your hair. “Maybe next time for dinner you won’t give a hard time. I beg not to…unless you wish to be punished. Eleven, would please draw Belle a bath? And, One, if you could please clean this mess and then take her to her bath?”

“Yes, Papa.” They say in unison.

Eleven rushes out of the kitchen and One tends to the mess all over you, wiping away with a moist towelette.

“If you’ll excuse me, I will be in my office to tend to my work. Please have lights out and everyone in bed by 8 sharp. We will have to reschedule the family game night for another time?”

“But Papa,” One shoots up from his seat in protest. “I was hoping I’d get to go outside. You said if we played then there’s a chance that I—”

“Are you being defiant?” Papa’s voice grows dark, staring the young blonde-haired man down.

The young man swallows his pride, jaw clenching. “No, I’m sorry for speaking out of turn.”

Papa nods, wordlessly accepting his apology before exiting the kitchen. One slowly lowers back down into his seat, staring in Papa’s direction angrily before turning to you.

“This is your fault.” He hisses but you couldn’t even care to reply. You already felt so broken. There was no way you could escape this place. Even if you could, you were much too afraid of what could happen should you get caught.

After cleaning you up enough, he carries you to the bathroom in his arms. Eleven awaits by the bathroom door, concern in her eyes for you. You felt genuinely terrible for her. She’s just a young girl witnessing all of this happening before her. Yet despite all the violence she must’ve endured, she was still kind and caring.

“You can go clean up in the kitchen, sister. I’ll be there with you soon.” One says to the young girl.

She nods, looking at you once more then closing the bathroom door behind her. One pulls off the large shirt he’d given you and you don’t attempt to resist. Even when his fingers curled around the waistband of your underwear, you remained an empty shell.

He doesn’t lower your panties. Instead, he pulls his hands away from you, letting out a shaky exhale.

“That’s as far as I will go. You can remove them on your own,” He reaches for the doorknob to exit but then ends up speaking over his shoulder for his last message. “You must know you’ve earned an enemy in me. I had plans to go outside for reasons that I don’t feel the need to disclose with you. If you weren’t such a brat, we could’ve been out there.”

You shudder a cry before breaking down completely, head falling into your hands. “I don’t care anymore. Just leave me alone.”

One almost feels bad for you. You weren’t built for a situation like this. But was anyone really? Something about you was different, though. Why had you given up so soon?

He exits the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar and he could hear you sobbing to yourself all the way until the end of the hall.

————————

You can hear the chimes again. When you close your eyes, they sound a lot closer. You let your mind drift away again.

This time you’re even younger in your memories. Your dress the color of sky, flowing daintily in the strong winds as you frolicked in a field of daisies and dandelions.

You can see someone in the distance. A boy some years older than you. He calls you over to him with a smile and you want nothing more than to reach out to him. But every time you felt like you were getting closer, he seemed further and further away. Oh, if only you could see his face.

But he felt so familiar. You know him. Possibly all your life. So you pick up your speed to reach him, giggling and smiling. You were almost there. So close. But then you see a tall, dark figure towering over him from behind. The boy is oblivious to it, simply waving and smiling at you.

You stop in your tracks, screaming. Or at least you’re trying to scream but your vocals felt as if they’d been constricted by your fear. You knew his name, it was on the tip of your tongue. You’ve got to say it or that thing will take him! Just say his name!

You open your mouth the first syllable of his name ready to be spoken when the figure consumes the boy whole. You watch in horror, tears streaming down your face. Paralyzed with fear, you couldn’t run. All you could do is watch as the figure slithered your way.

It rears itself back as if it’s gaining the momentum to pounce and—

—————

You’re coughing up water, gasping for air. One and Eleven over you, staring down at you with a mix of terror and relief in their eyes. You have a fluffy pink towel wrapped around your body as you recognize that you were resting on the cold tile of the bathroom floor.

You were drowning, submerged yourself in water for nearly 3 minutes. One was able to revive you with CPR. His hands wet as he caresses his hands over your face to check if you were responsive.

“Why?” Was all he said.

But you don’t answer. You just blink up at him wanting to study his features, know who he is. Maybe he might have been the boy in the dream that you saw.

Eleven gets on her knees beside you, tears in her eyes. She goes in for a tight hug, surprising you. You don’t hug back at first, too dazed and confused. But then you suddenly had the urge to comfort her, curling your arms around her tight as well and whispering your apologies to her.

After the incident, you were placed back into ‘your room’. You’d been given another large shirt to wear. You knew he’d be coming in to tie you up to the bed and you wished you could savor the moments of your freedom, stretching your hands and legs. But all you could do was hug your knees to your chest.

You feel someone enter the room, not bothering to look behind you.

“Belle?”

It’s the little girl. You turn to look at her standing in the doorframe, scared to come in.

“It’s okay,” You say. “You can enter.”

She nods, walking over to your bedside. You gesture for her to have a seat and she does so as well. The silence is deafening for a moment until she speaks up.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

“Why?”

“Because you’re here.”

You let her reply sit for a moment then sigh. “It’s not your fault.”

“But I wish I could have said something to help you get away.”

“Then he would’ve hurt you,” You know it was brutal to say but the Eleven knew that it was exactly what he would have done if she interfered. “I think maybe I’m supposed to be here.”

Eleven blinks in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah. I think it’s fate for me to have met you. Because it means I get to save you. Wouldn’t you want to be free?”

Eleven blinks rapidly, putting her hands over her ears. “No, no. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. I’m sorry. No escaping. No!”

The picture frames on the walls began to clatter against the wall.

“Eleven?” You stare at her in horror as she continues to plea and beg for you to stay.

You don’t know what to do so you simply wrap your arms around her, holding her tight until she begins to stop crying. She ceases her cries, going limp in your arms as you cradle her.

When you felt a presence coming towards your room, you worried it was Papa and you expected him to question Eleven’s distraught state. But One enters the room, concern on his face when he scans the room to see the picture frames slowing their movements then looks over at you and Eleven hugging.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“It’s nothing,” You say. “I just scared her. That’s all.”

“Eleven, it’s time to go to bed. Papa will come around to tuck you into bed soon so please say goodnight to Belle.”

She reluctantly pulls away from you, whispering a soft goodnight then exits the room. One stands in the middle of the room stiff and proper, staring daggers at you.

“Are you aware of what you’d just done?”

“Are you always this stoic?” You mutter.

“I’m only doing what I have to do. You should do the same,” He strides over to you, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. “I told you if you’re going to survive, you need to adapt. Killing yourself isn’t going to help this situation.”

“And how so? If I’m dead, I wouldn’t have to deal with you or that insane man.”

“You don’t realize what you’ll leave behind once you do,” For the first time, you can see fear in his blue eyes. The moonlight shining in them enhances his emotions. He looks strikingly beautiful, face chiseled despite the light being so dim. You’re enamored by him. “You don’t just die and that’s it. Eleven and I will face the wrath of Papa if you do so. I won’t let you die. Call me ‘selfish’ but I’ve been good enough to not be punished and I don’t need you ruining that for me.”

“You have no control over me. None of you do. I rather die than live in this nightmare. I can’t do this!”

“Do you know that it was Eleven who’d found you submerged underwater? She couldn’t see you through the milk & rose water, not until she reached in to drain the tub and felt a foot. She would have screamed at the top of her lungs but she knew what Papa would’ve done to us all.” Your facial expression softens, feeling truly horrible that she had to see such a thing. He continues. “If you don’t adapt, you don’t survive. But if you choose not to get along, that’s fine. I don’t mind whatever happens to you as long as I don’t have to get punished for it.”

“Maybe you’re okay with being a bitch boy and all because you don’t want to get hurt but at least I’ve got the balls to do something about it. So…Fuck. You.”

“I’m going to give you such a hard time.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

His face twists into a furious snarl, getting on his feet to leave when your hand reaches for his on their own accord.

He’s caught by surprise, frozen in position as he looks down at the contact. You pull him down to be seated once more and he does so without hesitation.

One studies your face for an answer.

“What’s your name?” You ask, dropping the hostilities.

“One.” He says.

“Your real name.”

“That’s my real name.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s the only name I could recall.”

“What about your life before this?”

“I can’t remember that either,” He sighs. “What does it matter anyway?”

“Because,” You scoot closer to him. “I feel like maybe we’ve met before.”

“You’re mistaken.” He tries to stand again but you place your hands on his shoulders, seating him.

“I dreamt of a boy in a field of daisies and dandelions. I couldn’t make out his face. He was only a silhouette but I knew he was smiling at me. And he was happy to see me. If I could just find some connection to all of this in my life—”

“You have to let go of those fantasies. They’ll only give you false hope and drive you mad.”

You grew upset, turning your head away from his gaze. “I am mistaken. The boy in my fantasy actually smiled at me. You don’t even have the decency to tell me you’re sorry.”

“For what?”

“For being okay with this! For doing everything he says.”

“You’re as daft as you look,” He growls. “You think I want to play these silly games. We don’t have a choice! So again…if you want to survive, you have to adapt. Unless you’d like to end up like the others.”

“T-there were o-others?”

“Of course, there were others. He’ll stop at nothing for the perfect family. I’m a permanent member of this family. So is Eleven. But you… ‘Belle’… are expendable,” He whispers darkly, eyes wide with innocence despite his chilling words. “Papa dreams of a perfect family to be in his image that he’s dreamt for years. And losing another new addition will mean nothing more to him than a piece of torn paper.”

You swallow hard, chest rising and falling heavily. “How many were there…before me?”

He opens his mouth to speak only to be cut of by the sound of a door shutting. One’s eyes bug out in horror.

“That’s Papa. He’s just left his study. I must go before he sees us like this,” He picks up the rope tied to the bars of the bed frame. “I have to tie you up.”

“No,” You plead. “You can’t please. It hurts.”

“Until you gain his trust, it’ll be this way. I already told you that you’re expendable. Don’t do anything stupid and risk losing your life. If you want to survive…

“I have to adapt,” You finish with a groan of annoyances. “I know. I know. Just tied me up already. I don’t care to fight anymore.”

Peter slowly loops the rope around your limps and you could actually feel him holding back on tightening the rope.

Leans down to whisper in your ear. “Don’t give up fighting just yet. If you still have a shred of something to live for then you must hang on to it.”

He lifts his head to stare into your eyes and you see that he genuinely meant what he said. You were surprised but nodded nonetheless. He quietly slips from your room leaving you in the chilly, eerily quiet space alone.

Every footstep you heard outside your door terrified you knowing that it was Papa. Any moment and he’d be walking through the door just to harass you in some way. You couldn’t bear to have him touch you but you knew it was only inevitable.

To reduce the surprise of his presence, you counted each thud of his foot in order to determine how far he was from reaching your door. It did little to lower your anxiety as each footstep grew closer and closer in sound until you heard him halt right out your door.

You tremble against the mattress as the door slowly creaks ajar. Then, you see him. The tall, lanky silhouette of your captor standing in the door frame. He steps up and the moonlight washes over his features. He has a soft smile.

“Hello, Belle.”

You don’t speak anticipating his next move. What was he planning to do? You were already tied up. He could do whatever he pleased in his bound state and with each footstep, you began to cower even more at this very fact.

He takes a seat beside you, shushing you as you whimper and tremble. He brings a large hand to your head, smoothing your hair down.

“I didn’t come to hurt you, my dear. I only want to comfort you. You’ve disobeyed me plenty today and yet I can’t help it. I must ease your nerves,” He whispers, fingers now caressing your tear-stained cheek. “Tell me what must I do to make you love me.”

You shake your head. “I could never love you.”

“That’s not something I can believe, Belle. You wouldn’t be selling your body on the street if you weren’t craving for someone to love you. And I love you, Belle. With time, you’ll love me, too,” He leans over you as you press your head back against your pillow. “Until then, I will be patient. I will wait for you to come around. Then, we’ll begin our journey as a happy family.”

He places a gentle kiss on your forehead and you do everything in your power to keep from rubbing at it in defiance and disgust. He moves his lips to your bound wrist, sliding the rope down enough to place another kiss on the deep indentation of the rope against your skin. He takes a thumb to rub at it before bringing the rope over it again.

“Do I get a kiss goodnight?” He asks, bringing his face over yours again and turning his face to the side. “On the cheek, of course.”

You face away, snapping your head to the side to face the antique wallpaper. He looks down at you and sighs, hands on either side of your head. He inches them closer to your hair sprawled out around you, weaving his fingers in the strands of your hair and gripping hard. You gasp in pain, staring up at him with widened eyes.

“You need to sleep off this rebellious attitude. I say by morning you’ll be more well-behaved,” His lips are inches away from yours, tone icy. “Have a good night…Belle.”

He pulls away from you leaving you struggling between holding your breath and hyperventilating as he exits ‘your room’.

You coil your body in fetal position, crying softly into the night. You couldn’t see yourself falling asleep anytime soon. Not when he was around possibly waiting for a moment to take advantage of your sleeping state.

You let your mind drift again, far away from here and back to the field of daisies with the boy who made you feel safe. Slowly your eyes begin to blink close allowing yourself to hold the image of him holding out his hand to you.

—————

The next day, you were discouraged to realize that the torment that you were experiencing had not been a dream. You were awoken by the blonde haired man who still carried resentment towards you for your little stunt last night.

While he helped you out of bed, you couldn’t help staring into his face. It was no surprise he carried no emotions. He was likely desensitized to everything around him. He probably was once like the little girl Eleven, bright-eyed and innocent, until he was not.

You pitied him. And maybe that was displayed on your face because he had a few choice words for you.

“Why are you staring at me like this?”

“Like how?”

“Like you feel sorry for me. Like I’m weak.”

“I do feel sorry for you,” You admit. “You have no recollection of your life before this. You have no name other than a number. And you’re treated as if you are a child.”

“I don’t need your pity,” One scoffs. You take his hand and he’s taken aback once again at the sudden contact. “You’re always touching me. Don’t you know the basic rules of keeping your hands to yourself.”

“No one has ever followed that rule for me. Why should I be the only one to follow it? I think you want me to touch you,” You said, intertwining your fingers with his. “I think…you still have a heart and you’re seeking compassion and companionship. You want me to convince you to fight. You and I are both victims of our situation. But we shouldn’t let it drive our complacency. We could escape. The three of us.”

His ocean eyes shine with shock as if you’d read what was on his mind. He quickly snaps back to reality, pulling his hand away. “You’re a foolish woman. Your bravado will be your downfall.”

“You can try and pretend like you don’t want to run! But I know the truth and I’ve seen it in your eyes. I won’t waste my energy fighting to stay alive here like you want me to,” You say while staring up in his eyes with a newfound courageous spirit. “I know what I’m fighting for now and it doesn’t end with me being here.”

The two of you keep up your heated gazes until the door pushes open and Eleven enters the room giddily.

“Brother! Sister!” Eleven squeals giddily. “Papa says that he’ll allow us to go outside after breakfast! He says that he felt truly awful for ending family game night the way it did and so as an apology, we can play out in the field.”

“That’s splendid, El! Sister and I will be expressing our gratitude to Papa very soon. Could you please let him know that we’ll be there soon?” One says.

“Yes!” She says with a bright smile before scurrying out the room.

One brings his lips to your ears for a raspy, threatening whisper. “I’ll see to it that you’ll be on your best behavior unless you wish to be punished for real this time.”

He pulls away and gives you that famous eerie yet innocent smile. “Don’t be too late for breakfast.” And with that, he leaves you in the room alone as you seethe quietly at his unwavering demeanor.

————

Breakfast felt surprisingly normal. Papa read his newspapers, Eleven colored away in her coloring book, you and One were consistently staring dagger at one another. It creeped you out but that didn’t matter at all to you.

You’ll finally get to go out there and make a run for it. You even ate all your breakfast hoping that it’d give you the necessary energy to run for your life.

Papa looks away from his newspaper to watch you in astonishment. “Wow, look at you, Belle. It seems you’ve developed quite the appetite. And Eleven, it’s not good to color at the table. We’re meant to be eating breakfast, remember?”

“Sorry, papa.”

“You’re very much excused, love. I understand that you’re eager to hurry outside. I guess I could just let you three catch the rays of the sun right now. Is that what you’d like?”

“Yes!” One and Eleven say in unison.

“And you, Belle?” Papa says, focusing his attention on you.

You smile brightly and nod. “Y-yes.”

“Wonderful,” He beams. “Alright, let’s go outside.”

You could almost cry tears of joy. Freedom was only within a reach away. He stands to his feet and you all follow after him as he heads over to the door padded with locks upon locks.

He pulls out a keychain filled with various keys from his pocket and begins unlocking the door. When he gets to the last lock, your smile widens as the door swings open and the sun pours in.

It was in the middle of nowhere, a house in the middle of the woods. There’s a chance you could get lost but that mattered not. As long as you can get away, you’ll figure out a way home after.

The house was also surrounded by tall metal fences, fences laced with barbed wire at the top. It was intimidating and deterring but not enough to scare you.

The field’s quite beautiful. He has his own garden and crops to grow. Possibly to reduce the amount of trips to the grocery store. You could see an apple tree with a tire swing hanging from the thick branch.

Eleven is the first to exit the home, barefoot with her frilly blue and white dress blowing in the wind as she twirled and jumped around.

One is next, his excitement a lot more contained as he heads straight for the garden. He begins to tend to the crops.

Lastly, you take a barefooted step onto the creaky porch, antsy at the startling sound which causes you to bump into Papa. He chuckles, amused by your anxious state.

“Run along, Belle. Enjoy your time outside. I’ll be in my study but we’ll see each other very soon.”

You blink up at him then back at the picturesque field. He was wrong. He wouldn’t be seeing you. But if there’s one command from him that you’ll find yourself listening to…you will very well ‘run along’.

————

You need to figure out just how you will get to the other side of this fence without being shocked to death.

“Don’t even think about,” One says, bumping your shoulder with his as he follows your eyes to the barbed wire fence. “You’ll have yourself killed.”

“I thought you didn’t care what happened to me.” You mutter.

“I don’t long as I’m not in the middle of it.”

“Then, you don’t need to worry about it.”

“Whatever. It’s your funeral.” He huffs, retreating back to his garden. You should be ignoring him and focusing on more pressing matters but you watch him as he cups his hands carefully around the leaf of a plant.

You zero in only to find that he held a small tarantula in his hands. You squeak your horror.

“Why do you have that?”

“Why do you care?” He counters.

“You’re more of a child than I thought.” You say, rolling your eyes.

He gives in. “I like spiders. Everyone looks down on them because they’re ‘creepy’. Much like me, I, too, couldn’t appease the masses. I’ve been told that I’m strange. Unnerving like my eight-legged comrades. I was never normal. But why would I want to be, anyway? All humans care for is fulfilling their own selfish desires. Sex…money…violence…anything of the flesh. But what I desire…not many are willing to admit. I desire power.”

“You’re right about that,” You say much to his surprise. “Everyone I’ve met has only ever wanted those things from me. The men who used my body, the man who sells my body for profit, the violence that follows me where I go. I want power, too. If I had the power, just this once, I’d get my revenge on them all. Including your Papa.”

He’s moved by this, smirking with pride. “You’re not the dumb bunny I thought you were.”

The corner of your lips twitch in a vicious sneer. “I’d hurt you, too. I’d hurt anyone who hurt me.”

He nods, slinking the hairy spider back and forth in his hands and between his fingers. “You’re entitled to those feelings, bunny.”

“Bunny? Is that what you’ll be calling me from now on?”

“I think so. It suits you well. Hopping around dangerously and frantically only to be swallowed whole by the cunning fox. You’re only prey here. That’s all you’ll ever be. Power isn’t reserved for prey. That’s just wasteful.”

“I’ll prove you wrong.” You hiss, stomping away from him.

You pace back and forth, hands in your hair and thinking hard when you feel a small hand tug at your white nightgown.

You looked down to see Eleven with a smile on her face, waving for you to come along with her. “I have something to show you.”

“Not now, dear. I—-“

“Oh, it’ll be so quick. I promise.” She says, grabbing your hand and tugging you along to come around the back.

She halts in her tracks at a distance, then points forward and you look in her pointed direction. There’s a brown wild bunny hopping away in the cunning fox’s cage.

Eleven gets on her knees and gestures for you to follow her as the two of you crawl as close as possible to the bunny. She pulls out an apple from her small pocket, taking a bite so that she has a piece of apple to feed to the bunny. She hands the apple over to you, wanting you to do the same.

“That way the bunny will get to decide who she feels comfortable going to.” Eleven explains.

You repeat the process of biting into the apple for a chunk to provide to the bunny. Then, you hear it. The chimes gently sounding off in the winds. The bunny hops towards you and you and Eleven stare in awe at the creature as it makes its way to your offering.

It nibbles for a moment, your eyes staring into its own like you’ve formed a connection. Eleven sneezes and it startles the bunny, causing it to scamper off and under the barbed wire fence.

“I’m sorry.” Eleven says, disappointed.

But you had a revelation. It wasn’t that you needed to go over the fence. It was under the entire time.

Score: 1 for the ‘dumb bunny’.

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Dalton Pt. 2 (Rewritten)

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[Part One]

Tags/Warnings: Lost Bet, Musky Ass, Face Farting, Forced Face Farting, Farting into Mouth, Crying

College is a time of learning about yourself and figuring out how shitty the world really is. Well that’s what you decided anyways. Your view was skewed a bit when you found out that Dalton was going to be your dorm roommate. There are 3,582 people who dorm at this university and somehow you get paired with Dalton. Good ole fucking Dalton who made you sniff his dirty ass after winning the state qualifier. 

That was two fucking years ago and he still teases you about it. You can’t count how many times you’ve woken up because Dalton was farting on your face. Or the amount of times you’ve gotten back to your dorm only to find him banging some chick on your bed. Or the time he put the jockstrap he stuffed in your mouth while you were sleeping.

You’ve literally begged the housing department to move you somewhere else but there was a waiting list and blah blah blah. Long story short, life hates you and you were going to be stuck with Dalton for the rest of your life. You’ll probably end up working for the same company and he’ll be your boss and make you sniff his toxic ass during meetings.

The only saving grace was the library. Dalton never came here so you usually got a little peace from him. That’s how you first saw her. The most beautiful woman in the world. She had the cutest blonde hair, and she was wearing this sundress that just made her look majestic. For a moment you could see you and her having a happy life together.

Then all of a sudden Dalton’s there. Slamming his books down next to you and giving you his typical shit eating grin. “Hey Roomie, whatcha looking at?”

“Nothing, fuck off.” You try moving your attention back to your book. 

“Her name’s Sabrina, she’s in my marketing class.” He nods his head to the girl. “I bet you I can get her number before you do.”

“Jesus Christ, are you like ten?” You flip the page of your book pretending to read.

“Someone sounds chicken.” You sigh and look up at him. 

“Fine, I bet I can get her number before you can.” 

Dalton raises his hand but before he shakes he says: “Same rules as before?”

The horrid experience from two years ago flashes in your brain. You know you told yourself you’d never bet against Dalton, but you just can’t stop yourself. “Same rules.” You aggressively shake his hand. “You’re losing this time.”

“Doubt it,” He gets up. “See ya around roomie.” He gives you a cocky grin and to your surprise leaves the library.

This gives you the perfect time to talk to Sabrina, and you try to. But she totally blows you off and you sulk as you walk your way back to your dorm.

The next day, you’re reading when Dalton busts into the room. “Guess who won?” You glare at him and you can feel yourself growling.

“There’s no fucking way.” You say behind closed teeth but he’s not paying any attention to you. He’s rummaging around his backpack in his corner when you see him pull something golden out. 

“Hah!” He says excitedly. “Well I’m off.” You realize quickly that what he was holding was a magnum condom. The door slams and you put your hands into your head. 

You’ve lost another bet, and now he’s going to Sabrina's dorm room, probably to plow her brains out. You sigh and realize that also means that you’re going to have to be trapped under Dalton’s sweaty ass. 

You called a couple of friends asking if you can stay at their place for the next couple of days, but alas, none of your friends have any room for you. 

Fuck life, fuck everything, fuck this damn school. 

You walk to the coffee shop near your dorm and order coffee. You place your head on the table as you wait for your coffee to finish up. 

The barista gently places the coffee down in front of you. You look up and make eye contact. “Bad day?” He asks kindly.

“Unbelievably so.” He gives you a sad smile before going back to his post.

You’re sipping on your coffee when you get a ding. You pull out your phone and open the text without checking who’s from. To your horror it’s a 5 second video of Dalton pounding Sabrina and you slam your phone down.

You finish your coffee, after deleting the text of course. You’re getting close to the door when you hear the barista yell out: “Hope your day gets better!” You give him a sad smile knowing that in fact your day is going to get worse.

When you get back to the dorm, Dalton isn’t back. So it gives you time to prepare yourself. You look around the room for anything that might help you in this situation, but it dawns on you that nothing is going to save you from your eventual fate. You take a deep breath, probably the last fresh air you’ll have for a while. 

Then, as on queue, Dalton slams the door open. You look over panicked to see Dalton giving you the most shit eating grin you’ve ever seen. 

“Well, it’s time to pay up.”

“I will literally pay you not to do this.” You didn’t know you could sound so pathetic.

“Sorry bud, a bet is a bet.” You close your eyes and sigh.

“Fine!” You stand up with a bit of courage. “Let’s get this over with.” 

Dalton gives a laugh. “Lay down on the floor.”  You do as he says. “Starting the timer.” to your horror, Dalton is pulling off his shorts to reveal a jockstrap. He turns around so his ass is facing you and you can see how hairy it is.

“Wait, I didn’t-” You don’t get another word in as he smashes your face with his hairy ass. He gyrates his hips making sure you’re getting fully immersed in his sweaty ass.

“Deep breaths.” He gives his ass a shake. “Smell how sweaty I am. That’s the smell of a man.”

PFFFFFFFFFBRBRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT

You knew it was coming by the way he was flexing his ass, but the fart still makes you jump. 

PBRBRBRBRBRRRRRR 

Another fart shortly follows the first and you’re trying your best not to inhale in time with it, but it doesn’t matter. Just being trapped under his ass is locking the toxic fumes in. Your nose is already burning from just two farts.

PFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFTTTTTT

Either you timed your breathing wrong or Dalton timed it perfectly as you inhaled the rumbling fart. Raw sewage burns your nose and you have a bad taste in your mouth. Tears start to well up as you breathe.

“How’s it going back there? Enjoying daddy’s brew?” You can’t voice your disgust but you give him a punch to the gut.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

You should’ve known better than to do that. “Aww, I wasn’t done brewing that one.” He grabs your hips as he grinds his hole and against your nose. “Alright, deep breaths!” You do the opposite and start holding your breath.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT

A loud twenty second blast starts and you can’t hold your breath the whole way through. Towards the end you have to take a large inhale and you’re forced to endure the rest of the fart. The previous farts have nothing on this one. Pure garbage escapes from his bowels and is blown right into your lungs. 

“Phew, that one hurt.” He gives his ass a wiggle on your face. “But I’m sure you enjoyed it.” He lifts up and then slams his ass back down onto your face. “Don’t worry, we’ve got at least another twenty minutes for you to get acquainted with my ass.” 

PFFFFFFFFBRFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFFTT PFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFF

He lets out four successive airy farts that don’t have much oomph behind them, but your lungs don’t seem to like this situation you’re in. You start to wonder if you could die from this.

PFBBRBRBRFFFFFFTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT

A sigh of relief comes from Dalton. “Fuck, get a whiff of that.”

PFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFTTTT

Less powerful farts start coming more and more and even though it still stinks like raw eggs, you feel like you’re giving a chance to breathe. And in a false sense of security, who openly breathe through your mouth to get a bigger breath.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRBRRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Dalton timed it perfectly; He blasts another loud twenty second fart right down your throat. And there’s no escaping it, he has your mouth smashed open with his asshole perfectly aimed down your throat.

PFFFFBBRFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFTTTT PFFFFFFTTTTT

“Yeah, eat my gas bitch!” You scream as the torrents of gas are forced down your throat. This is much worse than anything you can imagine. 

PFFFFFFBRBRFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFF

You just know you’re going to die like this. Trapped under a fucking asshole blowing his guts into your mouth. The tears start falling down your face. 

Then to your surprise Dalton lifts up from you. He turns to get a look at you and he just laughs. “Hah, you look pathetic!” He laughs uncontrollably as you lay there, trying to catch your breath.

“I-I-” 

“I’m showing you an act of mercy. Go get cleaned up.” Dalton grabs his shorts and puts them back on. “But good luck getting that taste out of your mouth.” He just leaves like nothing happened and you lay there confused. 

You can still taste his guts on your stomach and you’re getting whiffs of his putrid fumes as you breathe in through your nose. You right yourself up, and the world spins briefly as you try to get yourself standing up. 

You see yourself in the mirror and you see what he means. Your face is flushed red and you swear you have a few of his ass hairs on your face. You try not to cry, but it just happens. You grab your bathroom gear and head to the shared showers.

You end up going back to your parents house. You decide to give up your dorm and just be a commuter. There’s no way you can keep enduring Dalton.

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[whentommymetalfie]

Home to you -chapter 28

-Between us-

Prologue//1//2//3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27

Pairing: Tommy/Alfie

Summary: Tommy wakes up. Lizzie comes to speak with him. 

Warnings: suicidal ideation, discussions of past attempted suicide, neglect, ptsd, injury, aftermath of forced hospitalization and medical malpractice, hallucinations, disordered eating, mental breakdown, past harmful views of suicide

Wordcount: 3,5 K

When he wakes, it’s to the feeling of strong arms and warmth enveloping him. He slowly opens his eyes to blurry surroundings and all he can see is white fabric. Try as he might he can’t lift his head. The room is dimly lit and rain is pattering against the dark windowpane, gusts of wind sweeping by.

For a moment, that’s all there is, warmth and gentle noises.

Then, the memories begin resurfacing one by one, and his chest twists. He lets out a strangled whine.

A hush comes from above him and the arms hold him closer, a warm hand rubbing his back. Tommy peers up over the blankets. Alfie looks exhausted. The lines on his face have deepened, dark circles lining his eyes. But he smiles down at Tommy, still, and kisses his forehead.

“Look who’s awake,” he says. “What a privilege it is, truly, to be greeted by your beautiful eyes on this fine evening.”

Evening. He tries to ask how long he’s been asleep for, but only manages a tired hum. Alfie stifles a yawn.

“You’ve been asleep nearly… twelve hours,” he says, knowing what he’s thinking just as clearly as if he’d asked out loud. “Think we’ve set some kind of record. But you needed it, clearly.”  He brushes a stray lock of hair away from his face. “After that whole fucking debacle in the hallway last night. Still, can admit that we were getting concerned. But doctor Adelman assured me that physically you’re quite alright. Even your leg, which is a feat considering that walk you took earlier.”

Tommy shudders at the memory, blurry as it may be. Much of the past few days is blurry. He’s gotten used to memories like that, fragmented and faded at the edges, too far away for him to catch and he doesn’t care to dwell on them. If he looks too far into the depths he’ll fall into them. No telling if he’ll be able to get out.

“Your sister took care of that brother of yours,” Alfie continues. “He’s temporarily been… removed from the premises. To give everyone some peace of mind, yeah? But Ada’s with him. Which she was very adamant that I tell you, because you’d be worried otherwise. And that really tells me everything I need to know about how that particular relationship usually work. Think it’s good if you get some space from him.”

Alfie’s hands keep him grounded as the memories of last night floods back. He remembers the gunshot. The fear and the mounting distress, the loss of control, how the ground seemed to open up beneath him with every word Arthur said, how it all just grew until he couldn’t bear it anymore. And then it’s just darkness. Pitch black and all consuming.

It lingers even now, that darkness, threatening swallow him. The weight of responsibility pulling him down. But he doesn’t even know how he’s ever going to get out of bed again.

“It’s because you’re weak,” Grace whispers. “And they can all see it.”

He buries his face in Alfie’s chest and tries to focus on the steady sound of his heartbeat. And the rain falling outside. Alfie rubs his back. If he closes his eyes, he can slip into memories of Margate, pretend that Esther will come in and tell them dinner is ready. Home, where everything is safe and familiar. No one to disappoint, no impossible expectations to live up to.

But he pulls himself from the memory, because the painful reality that he’ll never be able to go home, that it’s all impossible, threatens to send him hurtling back into last night’s hysterics and what if it makes them see- If they all finally realise the asylum was where he belonged all along?

Better then to just stay numb.

“Lizzie wanted to see you when you woke up,” Alfie says. “Think you can do that?”

He doesn’t have the energy to fight.

Better then to just allow things to happen around him

“Hey-“ Alfie gently tilts his head up. “You can say no, petal. You’re allowed to say no.”

But that ability has gone from him as well. It doesn’t matter what he wants, not anymore there’s no

no peace no rest for him in this world and he might’ve thought he could escape but he’s slipped back into the old patterns even if he doesn’t fit in here anymore there’s no place for him here nowhere-  

“It’s fine,” he manages.  

Alfie frowns. He’s long learned to see straight through him. He waits to see if he’ll say no for him. He’s not sure if he wants that or not.  

“Alright,” Alfie says, finally. “Just a short while, then. Thought you might like a bath, first?”

Tommy can’t remember the last time he took a proper bath. Vaguely remembers Alfie helping him to the bathroom and into a half full tub once or twice. And being so utterly drained afterwards that he had to be carried back to bed.

He shrugs at the suggestion. If Alfie wants to give him a bath, fine. He can’t see himself, and the pitiful state he must be in. Can’t smell the sweat from hours of nightmares. Not sure if it would matter if he could. He struggles to see any point at all.

Surely Alfie must give up now. Go home and forget him. It’d be better if he did. If he stopped holding on so tight and just let Tommy slip completely into the darkness again.

“Maybe later, hm, pet?” Alfie says and his gentle touches makes his heart ache. “Yeah? Before bedtime. But I’ll tell Lizzie she can come in for a short while, then.”

With a final gentle brush of fingers against his cheek, Alfie climbs out of bed and helps him sit up, leaning against the pillows. The slight movement leaves him exhausted.

Tommy closes his eyes and listens to the hushed conversation from the doorway. Feels the mattress dip underneath Alfie’s weight. The caress of fingers through his hair pulling and pulling him from the dark again. Alfie stays there silently until there’s a knock on the door and he forces his eyes open. Lizzie looks composed as always. Put together and impeccably dressed. It’s strange, seeing her smile when she lays eyes on him. A faint, sad smile.

“I’m glad you’re awake. We were worried,” she says and walks up to the bed and looks him up and down. Then she shares a look with Alfie that he can’t understand. But it doesn’t matter what it means.

Lizzie clears her throat. “I wanted to talk to you for a bit. Just the two of us, if that’s okay?”

He looks to Alfie. Alfie will know if it’s okay or not. Lizzie catches on.

“Solom- Alfie, said it’s okay, but that you have to decide on your own.”

But he can’t. He was just beginning to learn how to do that when everything fell apart again.

But if Alfie says it’s okay then it’s already decided. He clears his throat.

“Alright,” he rasps out. And feels at once that it’s not at all alright, the thought of Alfie leaving the room makes him physically ache. How is he going to survive when he leaves altogether?

“You won’t.”

Perhaps that would be easier, falling into darkness not having to feel, not having to fight anymore but why

does it hurt so much hurts just thinking about it and it’s

Alfie’s fault, Alfie pulled him from the darkness and now it’s become frightening again, the thought of slipping back into it-

Alfie stands. Runs his thumb gently over his cheekbone.

“I’ll be close if you need me. Alright?”  

And he and Lizzie share that look again that Tommy can’t understand and he wishes he understood anything at all wishes his head wasn’t so useless and broken –

Then Alfie is gone and it’s just him and Lizzie and the rain and the darkness and the white dress fluttering in the corner of his eye. Lizzie pulls up a chair next to the bed and sits. She pulls out a cigarette and lights it, offering him one. He nods and accepts it, allowing her to light it for him. The smoke trembles along with his breaths.

“You need to go back to Margate,” Lizzie says. Calmly. As if she didn’t just utter something completely impossible. He takes a long drag on the cigarette and it leaves him lightheaded.

“Alfie talked to you,” he says. Wishes Alfie wouldn’t hold on so tight it makes everything so difficult wishes he’d hold on even tighter wishes he’ll never let go because there’ll be no going back if he does-

Lizzie lets out a quiet little laugh and taps ash from her cigarette into the ashtray on the nightstand.  

“Of course he did. But you know me. I’m stubborn. And I always decide things for myself. It just took some time to come to the right conclusion.” She swallows. “You can’t stay here, Tommy. It’s killing you. I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to see that.”

“It’s okay,” he says. Easier with the things he’s practiced so many times. “I can stay.”

She smiles that sad smile again and shakes her head. “No. There’ll be nothing left of you if you do. I can see you fading a little more each day. And what happened yesterday… I never should’ve let it come to that.”

Ash falls from his cigarette, sailing like snowflakes onto the blankets. “It wasn’t-“

“I could see that you were suffering,” Lizzie cuts him off and looks at the rain outside. “And I didn’t do anything about it. I should’ve let you go.”

He can hear the words but can’t understand them, tries to focus on the feeling of warm smoke in his chest, the smell of it, but he can barely feel it. Listens to the rain. Waits for Lizzie to speak. Perhaps she’s waiting for him to say something but he can’t, he doesn’t have the words.

“You were too far gone to realise it, I think, but Alfie sat with you all night in that hallway,” Lizzie says finally, still looking away. “Because you didn’t want to be moved. Screamed every time he tried to. Or if someone else even came close. So he just sat with you there, until you finally fell asleep. Since you came here he’s barely spent a moment away from you. It’s clear that he’s willing to put you before everything else. And I’m not. I’ve got the kids to think about. And I’ve known, since the moment you woke up and fell right into his arms that you’re not mine to keep. Not anymore. So you need to go with him.”

It doesn’t make sense, that Lizzie would tell him to go with Alfie. It’s true, what Arthur said, he needs to fix things, he’s got responsibilities and duties and it doesn’t matter if he can’t begin to understand how he’ll do any of it-

“The kids,” he says.  

“They don’t need you. No one does-“ Grace sneers, he knows, even if he refuses to look at her.

But if he tries harder, if he puts himself back together just enough to

get back to normal to how things were to how he was before he needs to-

The exhaustion threatens to crush him and the cigarette falls from his hand. Lizzie snatches it from the blankets before the glowing embers can spread and offers it back but his hands have begun shaking so he wrings them together trying to keep them away from his head and the scar that seems to burn against his temple.

“We’ll work it out,” Lizzie says, stubbing the cigarette out in the ashtray. “There’s time to figure everything out. But not right now, because you’re in no state to do anything. You need to rest. Someplace where you feel safe. Or they’re going to lose you altogether.”

It’s true. Deep down he knows, has known it for days. And still it’s not until Lizzie says it out loud that he realises how obvious it must be to everyone around him, that it’s useless simply telling them it’s alright that it’s okay that it’s all fine when he’s so clearly falling apart. And there’s nothing he can do about it.

And he wants so desperately to listen to Lizzie.  

Lizzie exhales a large cloud of smoke. It floats around them and she turns to look at him.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t take care of you. After what happened.”

“You did everything you could.”

Lizzie shakes her head and takes a sharp drag on her cigarette. Gazes towards the ceiling. At whisps of smoke circling the lampshade.

“No, I didn’t,” she finally says. “I thought so. But the truth is, you were wasting away, and if you hadn’t left, if you hadn’t found Alfie, you might not be here now. At all.”

Tommy picks at the comforter and longs for his blanket and Alfie’s worn shirt and even the sound of the ocean. Those days when it’s calm and only laps at the beach, and the seagulls caw and Alfie complains about them but still refuses to close the glass doors.

“I don’t know how much you remember from that time,” Lizzie says, pulling him from the memory. “But I left you alone. For hours on end. Even at night, even knowing how awful they were for you. Told myself it was because the kids needed me, and that’s true. But only partly. Because it was also just… too hard. So I just left you there.” Lizzie shakes her head and her voice trembles. He wants to put his hands over his ears. Doesn’t want to hear this. Doesn’t want the bits and pieces of memories to fill out into whole pictures of the endless dark hours he spent alone in bed. Limbs too heavy to move, head full of voices, his own voice so far gone that he couldn’t cry out for help. Hoping each time steps approached that they’d end up by the closed door, dreading it all the same because too many times it was just the white clad men with cold hands rather than someone who’d chase the ghosts away and all he longed for was just one gentle touch, one kind word that wasn’t just demands to eat talk wake up say something Tommy anything God it’s hopeless-

“I couldn’t stand to see how much pain you were in,” Lizzie says, voice far away. “And I was so angry with you. For wanting to leave. You were in so much pain and all I could think was that you were selfish for taking the easy way out. That’s the awful truth. And the thought that I was somehow punishing you by leaving you alone when you needed me the most is- God… The least I can do now is allow someone else to do what I couldn’t.”  

Tommy digs his nails into soft skin. Scratches at his wrist hidden underneath the blankets. Not hard, not hard at all he’s not going to cause any more trouble just needs to distract himself with something-

“For so long, all I wanted was for you to need me, and when you finally did I failed you.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” he whispers. “I- sometimes I think it would’ve been better if-“

He swallows down the rest of the words. She doesn’t deserve to hear them, he can’t put that on her shoulders.

Grace cocks her head.

“But you know, don’t you, that it would’ve been better for everyone if you had listened to me.”

“The best thing you can do for Charlie and Ruby is heal,” Lizzie says. “As much as you can. There’s time to figure out the rest. But not right now.”

“It’s not fair to- I have to-“

“Fair?” Lizzie snaps and the harsh tone makes him flinch. She softens it as she continues, “Would it be fair for me to tell you to stay in a place where you don’t feel safe? Let you slip further and further away until you’re gone altogether?”

He shrinks, curls his shoulders inward, wishes he could disappear altogether.

“I’m sorry.”  He swallows around the painful lump in his throat. Forces himself to look at her. “You deserved much more than me”

Lizzie smiles at him. A faint, gentle smile. “The world doesn’t keep a record of what we deserve or not. There’s no divine justice seeing to that. You didn’t deserve what happened to you.”

His gaze slips to his hands. Marred with red lines.

“It was the least I deserved,” he whispers, echoing Grace’s words.  

Lizzie takes his hand and holds it even as he flinches at the touch.

“No, you didn’t,” she says. “Never think that.”

And her words crack something open deep in his chest. The tears come so suddenly he doesn’t have a chance to hide or stop them. Lizzie squeezes his hand. He’s never cried in front of her before. Has he cried in front of anyone but Alfie? And when his shoulders begin to quake, she wraps an arm around them. Hesitant at first and he flinches once more at the unfamiliar feeling. Then, the secure weight makes him fall against her side. She squeezes his shoulder. Rubs a hand over his arm.

“Go home, Tommy,” she whispers. “The kids will be okay. Everything will be okay. But right now, you just need to rest.”

For a moment, they all go quiet.

And it’s just the two of them.

Lizzie sits with him until the tears have all but dried, the sobs reduced in strength into feeble hicups. It’s followed by a weariness so heavy that it leaves him collapsing but Lizzie helps him lean against the pillows and he curls up on his side, clutching at the pillow to ground himself.  

“I’ll fetch Alfie for you, okay?” she says and pulls a blanket over him, before hurrying towards the door. She calls out for Alfie and he must’ve been true to his word because he’s there within moments. Lizzie closes the door behind her as she leaves.

Soon he’s wrapped in a tight embrace and Alfie is rocking him back and forth, mumbling reassurances into his hair as Tommy clings to him.

“You knew,” he whispers into his chest when he eventually regains his voice.

“I knew that she’d come to her senses, yeah,” Alfie says. “I could see it after what happened yesterday. Suppose we’ve got to thank Arthur for that. Which is a sentence I never thought I’d utter in this fucking lifetime.” A strange little sound escapes Tommy’s throat. The beginning of a laugh, maybe. Alfie smiles and the exhaustion and worried creases melt from his face. ”So, what do you say, love? Think it’s time to go home?”

He buries his face in Alfie’s shirt and nods.

“I don’t know how- how this is going to work-“

How he’s going to pick up all the broken pieces if he can pick them up he’s tired so so tired and how he’s going to live with the feeling of being so weak useless a failure-

“It will, treacle. But it’s not for you to figure out, yeah? You’re not alone. And right now, all you need to do is let me take care of you. We’ll have time to figure out the rest.”

Alfie strokes his hair and he tries to focus on that, only that

“How-“

He chokes on the words, the sudden future stretches before him, terrifying and impossible

“Shh, love-“ Alfie cradles his face and he looks at him. clings to his gaze. “You trust me, yeah?”

He nods at that. The one thing he’s certain of. Alfie’s gaze is steady, and his hands are warm against his cold cheeks.

“Yeah? Then trust me when I tell you there’s time. And right now, that’s what you need. And the rest, I’ll help you with. We’ll figure it out. You’re not alone. You’re never going to be alone again, you hear me?”

He falls into Alfie’s arms. Curls up as close as possible and Alfie pulls him into his lap and holds him.

And when he’s stopped trembling he lets Alfie carry him to the bathroom, fill the tub with warm water and wash away the nightmare sweat and when he reaches for him Alfie undresses and sits behind him in the tub, running his fingers through his hair.

Afterwards he tucks him back into freshly washed sheets. Tells him to rest while he packs and gets the car ready.

And for the first time since the asylum, he doesn’t fear the pull of sleep.

When the knock on the door comes, he doesn’t care.  

But the hushed voices catch his attention. Speaking quickly in Yiddish, growing agitated.  

And he sits up, rubbing his eyes, words slurred as he asks, “ ‘s there s’mthing wrong?”  

Alfie and Ishmael are stood in the doorway, both pausing mid-sentence to look at him. The anger on Alfie’s face mixes with worry.

He knows before Alfie can open his mouth that something is indeed wrong.  

#tommy x alfie #breathe again verse #home to you #peaky blinders fanfiction

[hellmouth-manor]

i have no mouth & i must scream || Hisashi || CH6.6 || RE: Alou

'Sins are probably only meaningful if it's a choice.'

That's what Alou had said to Hisashi so very, very long ago-- back before either of them knew the extent to which the dissonance of their opposing ideology would prove so magnetic.

Or had Alou always known?

It's a question worth pondering, but not one he'd deign afford Alou the opportunity to answer.

Hisashi hardly dwells on it himself; it's the echo of their past conversation that takes up the space in his head, unnatural and wrong in the way it bounces from each corner of his mind in a crescendo rather than fading as an echo should. Every time Alou speaks now, the volume of it only grows.

Every time Alou speaks, Hisashi waits for what it always turns into--

For the burning rush of blood to numb, sleeping limbs. The thousand sharp needles under his skin. As much as Alou was always so gracious to provide that grating, exhilarating discomfort, Hisashi was just as eager to prod and claw at his reluctant foil in search of even just one more needle for the pile.

He waits. He waits, and he waits, and he waits, and that desperate search for something in the nothing that he always found in Alou...

Never comes.

But he guesses that shouldn't be much of a surprise.

There's no more nothing-- no more empty space for Alou to fill with the promise of manufactured meaning. No more soft spots for him to dig his fingers into.

Hisashi is still keenly aware of the diametric attraction their dance of hatred and understanding creates -- (as much as he'd like to be, he knows he'll never be free from the natural, pining ache for antimony) -- but there comes with it now a new sense of control, of ownership over the things that burn and squirm in his chest.

And as vindicated as Hisashi feels right now, Alou's every word yet another point proven, the would-be celebration is briefly forgotten in his focus on their dance's sudden reversal.

Ironic, isn't it?

It's Cu's voice that finally pulls Hisashi from his beguiled introspection. His eyes, unwittingly entranced by the beauty of futility, dart to the young man.

He's almost thankful to Cu for saying something as ridiculous as--

Well, that.

"Oh, give me a fucking break."

The words leave Hisashi's mouth in a near drawl, voice thick with derision not meant for Cu.

His gaze shifts to its intended target, and for a moment, Hisashi looks Alou up and down with the same contrapposto smile he'd worn the first time he said too much.

"You know, Alou-- despite everything, I never did take you for a coward. You had... Resolve. At least, that's what it seemed like. I've hated you for it. I've wanted to rip your tongue out and make you eat it and every word of mercy and martyrdom you've spoken."

There is no fondness in Hisashi's words, and yet it comes closest to describing the undercurrent of his low, steady tone. Or maybe it's--

Nostalgic?

His recollection of a story that will mean nothing to most only makes the word more fitting.

"Ted was happy knowing that he saved everyone else even if it meant he had to stay behind -- alone, and in pain, and with no way to remove the anger and the hurt -- forever. You looked sad when I told you I couldn't be that type of person. You said you were sorry, as if you could. I remember thinking you were full of shit-- I also remember thinking later that maybe you weren't. Maybe you could be that type of person."

Hisashi looks Alou up and down one more time before his eyes finally settle on the mask covering the other's face. There is a sharpness to his smile, but--

More obvious is the reflected look of something like pity that Alou has graced him with so many times before.

"But you aren't, Alou. You're no martyr. You're no savior. You're a coward. When you were faced with the pain and the hurt it took to help us, your only choice was to cut a piece of yourself out because your lack of resolve ran soul deep. You stand here, claiming you've saved us from ourselves, and yet you aren't even capable of bearing your own burdens-- your own choices."

Just as they linger in Hisashi's mind, Alou may recognize the echo of his own words in the ones Hisashi speaks:

'It tears your soul apart when nobody forced your hand.'

"And now all that's left of you are empty words you can't know how to mean anymore. All of this... Everything you've done... It's all just a bunch of meaningless nothing."

Quietly, he laughs.

"What a shame."

#mm trial #hisashi

[keii]

i’ll be your angle or yuor devil...

#Beauty and grace he’ll fucking eat your face... #god i drew this in the beginning of january and I FINALLY colored these pics #and i loved how it turned out!!! wow... i can't believe i'm actually so happy with how these turned out #boy love me some willow... hope you guys missed him too bc i sure do LOOL #i wanted to add so many details and it killed me but god... definitely worth it heh #killamonart #killaocs #black iris #wicked willow #artists on tumblr #original art #digital art #art

[ofallthingsnasty]

Hmmm dark omegaverse

Maybe a yandere forcibly changing a beta darling to an omega to breed them/bond them? (Like, hormone replacements, surgery, etc?)

Like imagining how terrifying it'd be to have new instincts and your body forcibly changing as the days go past? Going from incredibly horny and mindlessly begging to be bred to getting moments of lucidity back and *still* trying not to hump the nearest pillow fo relief?

(and I'm not saying any charcters in particular but we do be knowing present mic has that bag,,,, easily could pay for these operations and hush money,,,,)

This has been sitting in my inbox for so long and I desperately wanted to write a full one-shot for it, but my brain is juiced… 😭 I might come back to this, but first let me thirst because this is so beautiful tw drugging, forced … dumbification?, reader takes bc and gets pregnant, minors dni

Oh my god, the mindfuck of it all! You’re so happy with this goofball - he’s been nothing but sweet to you, such a gentle, funny and generous alpha. He's the catch, too - a handsome pro-hero (not to mention loaded), so attentive and not afraid to spoil you. Of course you have your insecurities and doubts at first: You’re not some big shot like him and you’re a beta. While relationships between alphas and betas aren’t necessarily frowned upon, you know people think it’s a bit weird. It eats away at you a little bit and you confide in him - he’s nothing but nice and supportive, of course. But maybe that’s why he picked you in the first place - the perfect little insecure mate to mold into a perfect shape. Or your doubts get him thinking… whatever it is, he becomes obsessed with the idea immediately. He starts you off small. Slowly but steadily he nags you into going off birth control, saying he’s had a vasectomy some years ago - he even shoves some bill in your face to prove it. And reluctantly, you agree. He helps you with keeping your diet healthy and in check and getting your vitamins in - he even buys you those ridiculously expensive ones you can only marvel at at the pharmacy. And the first tiny changes you chalk up to your hormones going wild after years of taking birth control - your body has to adjust, is all. The sensitive nipples, mood swings and the increased libido are just side effects. Side effects that persist way longer than they should. When you grow concerned he’ll play the ever-so-dutiful partner and take you to various specialists - but it’s not your thyroid, nor your adrenal gland. It isn’t anything with your blood, either. You’re just glad it isn’t cancer or anything critical, but it doesn’t soothe your worries all that much. One of the physicians even prescribes quarterly injections and then you’re off again, none the wiser. It keeps getting worse and worse, rapidly so - you’re positively dripping with slick almost daily and your nipples are so sensitive that wearing tight shirts is getting painful. And you’re needy - so, so needy. You swear you can’t go a day without getting fucked - and Hizashi happily indulges you. (He seems crazier about you than during the honeymoon phase, even.) But the whole ruse has to come to light - and it does so sooner than he’s planned it to. You can’t believe your own eyes when you see the second stripe on the pregnancy test and you show him, all big-eyed and scared. You don’t want kids. Not right now. It has to be bad luck, right? Vasectomies aren’t one hundred percent safe, they can reverse themselves- But these thoughts fade into the background when he gets all smiley and happy about it, as if he wanted this all along and something clicks in your brain. But it’s too late then and he tells you as much when you cry and scream and try to leave. You aren’t getting rid of him - not now, not ever. You should accept your new place by his side, with grace and not with childish tantrums. His omega, that’s all you are now.

#present mic x reader #yandere present mic #yamada hizashi x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #bnha #mha #tw.dumbification #tw.omegaverse #tw.a/b/o #tw.forced pregnancy #gremlin (affectionate) #ask #anon

[compressingsins]

An Owls Cry

Requested by; @aestetikwoi (it's not highlighting your name) :(

Pairing; Hard Dom! Bokuto x chubby f!reader

Warning; Dom, virgin Bokuto, sub, virgin reader, body praise, love marks, rough sex, overstimulation, aftercare, teenage love, overstimulation makes reader cry

Summary; Bokuto is so oblivious sometimes, and you knew this when you started dating. You know you're plus sized, but why do people have to rub it in your face, when you're insecure about it.

When you invite him over to your house for a sleepover, because your parents are gone, he realizes how you're acting and then his emo mode is activated. You barely give him attention, and he takes note that you're upset.

There he is! Your boyfriend, Kotarou Bokuto, practicing with his teammates. You came in to give him his breakfast, you always make for him. Every morning, you make him breakfast that consist of meat buns, pork chops, chicken and some sides.

You know he loves meat, and you told him you didn't mind cooking for him. You two are still in school, but you act like you're already married which you both love. You wrap his lunch box with owl wrappings, and a yellow bow.

He absolutely loves it, when you do that and seeing him smile, brightens your entire day. As you were walking up, with a great big smile, you stopped once you saw some girls giving him food.

You know how he is with food, and you knew he'd accept it. Though, he looked like he was enjoying it way to much for comfort. Akaashi saw you, and gestured for you to come to them. You shrugged and awkwardly smiled before shaking your head.

He knew what the problem was, obviously. Your boyfriend is too oblivious, not even sensing that those girls are flirting with him. Akaashi glanced over to Bokuto, and then began jogging your way.

Akaashi is your bestfriend, and has been since your first year. He's the one who helped Bokuto to confess to you. Bokuto asked you halfway through your first year, so you've been together for a while.

"Goodmorning, Y/N." Akaashi smiled at you, and embraced you in a hug he always welcomes you with. "You alright?" He could see the hurt and sadness in your face.

You shrugged. "Yeah-" You looked over his shoulder to see your air headed boyfriend, still enjoying himself with other girls food. Then, you sighed and looked back at Akaashi. "-I'm fine."

This may have happened before, but you haven't seen it. "He doesn't want them Y/N-" You looked him in the eyes, knowing that's what was crossing your mind. "-he's just too oblivious to understand what flirting is." He sighed.

You knew that was the case. Your boyfriend is too focused on volleyball, to even know what certain actions are. Even with the fawning all over him, he still doesn't understand.

Though, you still have your doubts. You know guys mainly prefer slimmer girls, and that's what they are. Slim, healthy, and pretty which always make you insecure.

Akaashi knows how you feel about skinny girls around your boyfriend. He also knows that girls will practically do anything to be with Bokuto, and himself. But, he also knows that Bokuto is strung out on you.

All Bokuto ever talks about, whenever him and Akaashi are messaging, is you. You're the main topic to his life's story, and Akaashi knows it. Bokuto just doesn't know that he makes you feel this way.

He doesn't even neccesarily know about your insecurities. You've told him before, but he just forgets the next day when he practices in volleyball. You never really minded his obliviousness, you actually found it cute, but not in situations like this.

"Y/N-" Akaashi called, your eyes snapping up to his face.

"Yeah?" You asked, looking at him then slightly glancing at Bokuto. Everytime you see it, it nearly breaks you.

"You know, even though Bokuto's my bestfriend, I can say this." Your left eye hitched in a questioning manner. "I know, you're my bestfriend too but you're so beautiful, okay?"

Your heart fluttered, knowing that Akaashi was always straight forward. Though, you knew he's only your bestfriend and you're only his. That's all you two want, but sometimes Akaashi, wishes he confessed to you before Bokuto.

He was about to, but he knows Bokuto would forever be in Emo mode, if he had confessed back then. Akaashi can settle on being your bestfriend, and won't cross that line of trying to force his love on you. He appreciates your friendship, in all honesty.

He's happy you're with Bokuto, but he doesn't like it sometimes. Though, he doesn't complain. "I know, your insecurities Y/N, but you need to know that you're absolutely, beautiful."

Your lip began quivering. "No, I'm not..." You sighed, your heart nearly breaking just seeing your boyfriend still with those girls. He's still laughing with them, and hasn't even acknowledged that you were here, yet.

"Yes, you are Y/N-" Your gaze averted to Akaashi, once again. "-I'd prefer you, over any of those skinny girls." He then smirked playfully. "Your body, is like a pillow."

You chuckled and shook your head. "Well, Ko doesn't seem to like it." That phrase alone, almost made you cry. Your boyfriend loves hugging you, but sometimes you can't help but think it's for show.

Even if you been together for so long, you just can't help but let your insecurities take over. The thought of seeing him with someone else, really fucking disturbs your entire being. You've been broken too many times, therefore, this'll hurt if an on recurring theme happens again.

Your mind was stuck in a trance. An awake nightmare that only lasted thirty seconds. You didn't even notice Akaashi gently grasping your shoulder. He shook you, and then your eyes fluttered to his face. "Y/N?"

"Huh?" Confused, you were. You almost forgot what was happening, shaking your head to brush it off. "Actually, Kei..." You sighed, and smiled faintly. "I've gotta go to class y'know... before I'm late." You pointed back, as you began walking.

"You're not going to give Bokuto his breakfast?" He asked, looking at the box before back up at you. You looked down and nodded.

"Oh-" You walked closer to him, and held the box in his face. "-can you give it to him, for me? I don't wanna..." You sighed and looked over at Bokuto. "...go over there, with them."

He grabbed the box and looked at it, "Uh... sure, Y/N." He looked up at you, as you smiled slightly before turning. You were about to leave until you heard...

"HEY HEY HEY, Y/N!" Bokuto nearly shouted and ran to you with open arms. You didn't even turn to him, only letting him embrace you and hold you in the air.

You smiled a little at this, but you didn't let it be seen. Those girls, however, didn't like what they were seeing. Akaashi knows those girls a game and plan.

They only want to get with Bokuto, so they can have fame around the school. Being the ace's girlfriend, is something to kind of brag about. You however, didn't care for school fame and popularity.

Those girls did, though. Most of them try to use Bokuto to get close to Akaashi, and he knows it. He doesn't want them though, so he just focuses on his grades and volleyball.

"Hey, Ko..." You chuckled a little, when he turned you to face him. Now face to face, he's still holding you up in the air. His arms around your back, squeezing you slightly. His smile was like no other, always brightening your days.

Those yellow eyes were always piercing your heart, filling it to the max with more love you could ever have had for him. "Hey babe!" Bokuto kissed you, which you returned with passion.

You're still sad, but you don't want him to see you unhappy. You know he'll be in his sad mode, which you don't like seeing. Though, you think it's cute but when he sees you, it instantly goes away.

The kiss was quick, but it was elegant and sweet. You pulled away and he smiled, once more brightly. He let you down, now towering over you with his arms still around your waist.

He always does this. Clinging onto you, which you truly love. His touch is always so calming and relaxing, which calms your nerves. You nearly forgot about those girls, until you caught a glimpse of them.

You sighed and fixated your gaze back upon your boyfriend. You smiled to act as if you didn't see those girls, which you full well know you did. If he knew you were sad, he'd get sad and you don't want that for yourself nor the team or Akaashi.

"Hey Ko." You smiled, and so did he. "Here's your-" You looked around for Akaashi and took his breakfast box, out of Akaashi's hands. "-your breakfast."

His mouth was watering at the sight, then instantly, he embraced you in another hug. You were happy that he's happy. "Thank you so much Babe!" His hugs are always good. That's another thing you love so much about him. Although, you love everything about him.

He grabbed the breakfast you made, and opened it. His eyes nearly twinkled, your food always delicious. Everytime he sees your food, his heart expands with how much you make for him and all the effort you put into it.

"Oh boy, this looks delicious!" He didn't even say grace, only stuffing his face immediately. You chuckled and smiled, his face so cute whenever it's full of food. He was getting food everywhere, so you pulled out a napkin.

"Ko-" He stopped with a hum, food still stuffed in his mouth. Raising the napkin, you reached to his face and wiped the smeared slightly on his face. "you're getting food all over your face."

He tensed at your touch at first, but relaxed as your hand moved over his skin. You balled the napkin up in your hand, and began rubbing his cheek getting the rest of the food. He was froze, your soft touch softening his eyes.

He leaned into your hand, the girls behind you getting angered and agitated with this. You gulped and retracted your hand from him, almost shyly. "Well, I'll see you tonight, right?" He looked at you almost confused.

"What, you're leaving already?" His hair slightly began drooping. "But why?" He stopped eating, getting all sad which you didn't like. You frowned, and approached him.

His puppy dog face, whenever he's sad, hurts you. "I've gotta go to class, Ko. I'll see you tonight, okay?" He was still sulking though, his heart sinking in his chest.

"But Y/N..." He was genuinely sad, and it nearly broke your heart. You know you always stay an hour during his morning practice, but you just needed to go away for now. You knew those girls weren't leaving yet, but you didn't say anything about it.

You embraced him in a hug, holding him close to your plush body. You didn't want to let go though, only tightening it once he hugged you back. "I love you, so much okay Ko?" Your face rubbed in his chest, then looked up to his eyes. "I'll see you tonight, okay?"

Once you said those three words, he smiled and hugged you tighter. "I love you so much, Y/N!" His hold was tight, really tight that could almost pop you but you loved it. You can't get enough of his hugs.

Once he let you go, you kissed him once more before leaving. "I'll see you later, okay babe?" He smiled brightly and nodded, watching as you walked away.

Akaashi then walked up to Bokuto. "Bokuto, you need to stay away from those girls over there." He pointed. "It's obvious from Y/N leaving early, you did something."

Bokuto however, was highly confused. "Akaashi! What do you mean by, I did something?! She had class to go to!" He almost shouted at his bestfriend. He was completely unaware of what he did, but Akaashi needed him to know. If he doesn't, it'll possibly lead to you breaking up with Bokuto.

"Yeah, that may be part of it but-" He pointed to the girls, Bokuto was previously with. "-she didn't like those girls all over you, which you were too oblivious to notice." Akaashi crossed his arms.

Bokuto was dumbfounded. You were... jealous? "Wait..." He looked down and back up all dramatically. "...you're telling me I made Y/N jealous?!" Akaashi simply nodded, arms still crossed. "If Y/N's jealous then that means..." His hair began drooping. "I made Y/N... sad."

Akaashi gasped, knowing what this is about to lead to. His Emo mode, which he doesn't necessarily want to deal with. He sighed, preparing himself to calm Bokuto down.

"I-" Bokuto started making Akaashi slightly anxious. "-don't deserve Y/N!" He waved his hand backwards, insinuating his seriousness. "I made her sad! For all I know, she's probably crying right now!"

He began rambling. Akaashi sighed as he touched Bokuto's shoulder, stopping him to look at him. "Bokuto, listen-" Akaashi sighed, as Bokuto was about to say something else. "-Y/N loves you, and wouldn't break up with you, okay?"

Bokuto was shocked. "She's in love with you and don't want to get rid of you, alright? She was just hurt by that situation. You know, being touched by those girls is something she didn't like." Akaashi explained.

"Really?" He asked, nearly on the verge of tears. He's so in love with you, but he just didn't understand what he was doing. He doesn't want to lose you because of his own mistake, he did not realize was occurring.

Akaashi nodded. "Yes, really Bokuto." Akaashi was nearly always serious, but Bokuto could hear it in his tone and see it in his expression. "She doesn't want anyone else but you, which is weird." He smirked a little, being sarcastic with his remark.

Bokuto cheered up and smiled, slightly. "So what do I do? I don't wanna lose my Y/N, Akaashi..." He sounded so broken, and torn away from you. He felt like any minute now, you'd text him to break up with him.

"You're going to her house, tonight right?"

"Yeah, for a sleepover."

Akaashi nodded. "Then maybe, you should just apologize to her. It's not much you should do, just tell her that you're only dedicated to her because that-" Again pointing back, not caring if they saw. "-didn't seem like you wanted her."

Bokuto gasped and stumbled back. "I surely don't want them!" He didn't even care, if they heard him. "They're not my type at all! I only want my baby, Y/N! She's so beautiful, and nobody can tell me different!" He was borderline screaming this time.

The girls looked hurt from this, but he doesn't care. It's not his problem, so why should he care. You're the only one he wants, so he's going to be blunt about it and say fuck them girls.

He walked away from Akaashi and over to the girls and snatched his jacket, from one of them. "Give me!" He shouted while taking it, he took his other things that were around them and went over to Akaashi again.

He placed his things on the floor by his bag. Akaashi must say, he's impressed with what his bestfriend did. Bokuto never is blunt with people like that, so for him to do that, it was quite impressing and satisfying to watch.

Akaashi looked back at the girls to see them scrambling out the gym. He was trying so hard not to laugh, biting his lip to conceal it. He turned back to Bokuto and smiled. He walked over to him and sat beside him, on the opposite bench.

"That was... impressive Bokuto." Bokuto was pouting with his arms crossed, but he was listening to Akaashi. Bokuto's proud of himself as well, so he can't help the smile that's slowly curling on his lips.

Akaashi meant what he said. He doesn't typically praise Bokuto, unless he's in that Emo mode of his. This time though, it was truly needed.

"You better tell Y/N you love her, right now, though." He said, knowing that you're probably still feeling down from this.

Bokuto jumped up. "Yeah!" He went to his bag and pulled out his phone. Once he turned the screen on, seeing you and him as his wallpaper, he sees that he already has a message from you already.

A message that says; I love you...

His heart was beating out his chest. She didn't break up with me! He was relieved, and really happy to see that you haven't broken up with him. He can't stop his huge smile, but he still feels a little bad.

He instantly replied; I LOVE YOU MORE Y/N! I'M COMING OVER EARLY OKAY?!

He sent his message but didn't close out the text chat. He always wait for you to text back, whenever he's not busy. As soon as he saw the three bubbles, his smile widen even more just waiting for your reply.

'I love you more Ko. So so much and I miss you...'

He's now flustered, loving how you miss him. He misses you more, and honestly he can't wait till he can come over. He knows he has to apologize, and that's exactly what he plans on doing.

~~~~~~~

You yawned loudly, tired and waiting for your parents to leave. You're laying on your bed, waiting for your boyfriend to come over. Your parents know about him coming over, for you're the one who asked.

Of course they approved, but they are cautious just a little. Bokuto's been over to your house before and has met your parents, and they love him. From his personality, they know he isn't the type to try anything on their daughter.

Necessarily, they're not too worried about it. You wrapped your covers around your body tighter, snuggling up to keep warm in the fairly cool room. You always kept the A.C on, because it's comfortable when you're warm as well.

You're not really paying attention to the television, just letting it play as background noise. You kept getting cute texts from your boyfriend whos on his way right now. He won't stop texting you, which you kept giggling at. He's so adorable!

About twenty more minutes pass, and you get a text from Bokuto saying that he's here. You're so excited, but you remembered that your parents are here.

Your dad grasped your bedroom doorknob and turned it, only peaking his head through. You jumped slightly at the unexpected burst through the door. "Y/N!"

"Dad!" You shouted, as you sat up on your bed and throwing your covers off. "I wish you'd knock instead of almost knocking my door off the freaking wall."

He chuckled. "Well, your boyfriend is here." You nodded lazily, already knowing that your boyfriend is here. "If you want him to come in then-"

You pushed pass your dad. "I know Dad, I know he's here stop being lame." You scoffed, which he only laughed at. He followed behind you as you walked to the front door of your house.

You could hear his voice, as you approached. He was talking to your mother about something, but you didn't know what. Once he saw you, he smiled brightly and you could tell he wanted to hug you.

Your mom let him in, as her and your dad slipped out. They were hugging onto each other as Bokuto gave you a quick hug. You both had one arm around each other, while your parents did the same.

"Now, Kotaro, I want you to take care of our little girl, okay?" Your dad said, with a hint of worry in his voice. Bokuto nodded and said yessir. "Y/N, you take care of the house and remember-" He paused to see if you remembered what he always told you.

"I know Dad, I know-" Bokuto looked down at you with adoration. "-make sure to lock up the house, after you leave." He jumped like a little kid, which you found so lame.

"Have a good time honey-" Your mom winked to you. "-you too, Kotaro." She smiled, making him smile too.

They began walking to the car, but your dad kept turning to say something. "You know where everything is-"

"Okay hun." Your mom kept interfering, trying to get him to stop talking.

"The snacks-" He continued. Your mom kept trying to stop him. "-all the movies. Everything." You closed the door as he kept talking, which you know he's going to be pretty bummed out about once they get back.

"Goodbye-" You said, closing the door with one hand on your hip. When you turned around, you saw Bokuto staring at you. "-what?" You asked him.

"Nothing babe, your parents are so cool!"

You shook your head as you walked pass him, as he followed behind. "My Mom is but my Dad-" You rolled your eyes. "-he's so lame sometimes, I swear." You walked in your kitchen and leaned on the counter.

Bokuto came in with you and placed his bag, that he brung over. "I think he's cool all the time, babe."

You rolled your eyes. "You have no idea." You sighed. "So, did you get here safely, babe?" You asked him.

He nodded with a bright smile. "Yeah! I missed you so much!" He unzipped his bag and started pulling things out. "So I bought you some stuff!" Well, you're excited.

"Babe, I told you-"

"I know-" He cut you off quickly. "-but I wanted to apologize to you Y/N. I know how I made you feel today, and I'm so sorry." You titled your head, a little confused as to what he's referring to. He saw your look and said, "Those girls."

You nodded with closed eyes. "It's fine Ko, it hasn't even been on my mind honestly."

"I know!" He came over to you quickly, which shocked you. "And I know I don't deserve you!" Your eyes were wide, and you tried stopping him. "I love you so much! I didn't even realize they were flirting with me, I promise!"

You didn't know what to say. The way he's pouring so much emotion into this, has you on the verge of tears. "Kotaro..." You mumbled.

"But Y/N please!" He grabbed both of your hands, staring into your eyes. You almost broke once you saw his eyes watering up. "Please don't leave me, I'm sorry!"

He kept repeating that over and over as you instantly hugged him. He was nearly crying, but you rubbed his hair and his back to let him know that you already forgave him.

"It's okay Kotaro..." You whispered against his shoulder. He was sobbing, slightly then wrapped his arms around your body hugging you tightly. "...I don't and won't leave you, okay?" You confessed. "It was just a simple mistake, and I don't hate you for it at all. I love you so much... I love you..."

His grip on your body tightened, now pulling you up to wrap all the way around his body. His head was in your neck, and so was yours. You could feel water drops falling on your shoulder, but you didnt mind it.

Your eyes were watering too, and tears began to fall. You were shocked at how fast this escalated. Already, you knew Bokuto was in love with you and still is. There's no doubt about it, especially when he's crying over you.

Both of you embraced each other for a while, not wanting to let go for a second thinking each other would be gone if you did. Once you pulled away, you both looked at each other and laughed softly.

"Don't cry-" You said said. "-even though, it's cute." He smiled and kissed you once, then twice, then a third time which got heated. On the fourth kiss, he held it and suckled at your lips.

His lips were slightly rough, but you loved them. Your lips were soft with cherry blossom lip balm, that he can't seem to get enough of.

Wrapping his arms back around you, he picked you up and placed you on the counter. Without wasting any time, he opened your legs and settled between them.

His strong hand went to your head, as he began pulling you closer to his face until your lips came in contact. When kissing, Bokuto was always nearly eating your face off.

His lips would fully cover yours, occasionally sticking his tongue in your mouth and suck on yours. Sometimes, it'd do too far. Like now, he's rutting his hips into your thigh.

You push at his chest. "Ko-" But he kept dominating your mouth, and rutting his hips into your thigh. You're both virgins, so you know this can escalate. "Babe, stop." You sighed, breaking the kiss.

He looked so disappointed. "But, why? I wanna show you how sorry I am." He began pressing kisses to your neck. His hands now roaming your body, while his mouth was placing kisses all over you.

You tried stopping him, but when his clothed member brushed up agaisnt your crotch, you moaned. He felt that too and angled his hips to brush up against your clit.

His wondering hands slid down your back, to your bottom to pull you harder agaisnt his restrained cock. You could feel it bulging, the thickness of it slightly scarring you.

He pressed himself harder into your clit, so he can grind and create extra friction agaisnt your nub. He kept rutting his hips into yours, everytime you tried pushing him away. He was groaning against your skin, as you were moaning and keeping a firm grip on his shoulders.

As you were enjoying the feeling in your lower region, Bokuto ceased all movements including the ones on your neck and face. You whimpered in disappointment, until he picked you up and placed you in his arms as a seat.

Without a second, he latched his mouth back onto yours as he walked to your bedroom. He's been in there before too, so he knows it all too well. Wrapping one arm around you, he used his free hand to push your door open.

As soon as he put you down, his arms wrapped back around you and his knee went in between your crotch, bumping your heated nub. His knee began moving back in fourth, as his mouth was latched onto your neck.

It was going way too fast, but you didn't want him to stop honestly. Bokuto hit a sweet spot on your neck and began sucking, once he heard your sweet soft moan. You could feel his smile on your neck and your hands went to his shoulders.

Your moans couldn't be concealed. His tongue was ghosting over your sweet spot, tickling it and leaving a mark. Your nails dug into his shoulders, making him groan and thrust his knee harder into your crotch. Your body was betraying you, the wetness of your cunt slipping out.

"You taste good~" Bokuto groaned agaisnt your neck. "Can't nobody touch you, but me Y/N~" His voice was filled with lust, which wasn't really how Bokuto was. You were slightly pissed that he was placing hickeys on your neck, where everyone can see it.

Bokuto removed his hands from your body and lightly pushed you onto the bed. His hands went to your thighs, giving you a firm squeeze before he pushed your legs open. Bokuto was really fast, once his body layed flushed against yours, his fingers looped into the band of your panties.

You shuddered, but he kissed you so you wouldn't stop him. His index finger slid against your slit, lightly grazing your clit. You moaned into his mouth, which he allowed his tongue to slip in.

Bokuto stopped kissing you and sat up on his knees to look at your exposed bottom. Your hands went to your face, because you've never been so vulnerable before. One of his hands grabbed both of yours and kept a tight grip on them.

"No Baby Owl, I wanna see your face~" Your eyes were closed, but when he said that you opened your eyes to stare into his beautiful yellow ones. He smiled upon seeing your face. "I don't know what I'm doing Y/N, but..." His fingers slipped to your clit and began circling it.

You never felt this before, your body slightly shivering which he loved. He loved the way you were reacting to him, your body slightly trembling. Though, he removed his fingers to stand. His hands went to his zipped up jacket to remove it.

Your face heated up as you saw how well the tank top he was wearing was complimenting his toned muscles. His arms stuck out, which your face lit up to. He didn't waste any time to pull his tank top over his head too, the lines of his abs making your cunt spasm around nothing.

He sat himself on his knees, still settled in front of you. He grabbed your legs and layed them on both of his spread open thighs. Your cunt was bare to his eyes, which he could feel his cock twitching from. His fingers went back to lightly stroking your clit, the tingles running through your nerves.

"Y/N-" You looked up to him. "-I don't know how to prepare you, but I think this is it." He didn't let you respond as his fingers swirled around your virgin hole. Your body jolted forward, already sensitive from nothing.

He was so gentle, but his rough fingers were already nearing your climax. He watched as your cunt spasmed, his thumb massaging your pearl while the other was prepping you. You were moaning softly which made Bokuto look up.

He admired your cute expression, the way your eyes closed from the feeling of his strokes. You shuddered, now his fingers moving faster to work up an orgasm. You never felt anything like this, and your orgasm was coming fast.

This would be your first orgasm, from somebody else. That's probably why it's coming more intense, than an orgasm from yourself. But when you were right on the edge, he stopped making you whine.

"Why'd you stop, Ko?" You asked.

He smirked. "I don't know how to say this but-" He looked down then back to your face. "-I want you to cum around my cock, and not my fingers."

You're face heated up, and you became a little anxious because it's your first time.

"Only if you wanna continue." He stared into your eyes, and waited for you to give him permission. He wasn't gone force you, because that's not who Bokuto is. He wants your consent, and if he doesn't got it, he won't touch you.

You nodded. "Yeah I want to continue." You told him, which he smiled to.

"Can I take off your shirt?" He stared into your eyes when he asked. You never been naked in anybody's eyes, but your own in the mirror but you love Bokuto so much. You looked away for a second and then nodded. He smiled brightly. "You're so beautiful."

He praised you before he even took your shirt off. His hands slipped under your shirt, slowly lifting it up over your head. Once he took it off, his mouth literally watered from seeing your plush body.

Your eyes were wide at his reaction. He didn't seem disgusted with your body, his hands giving your plush light squeezes. He didn't care for unclipping your bra, your body already making him fall in love with you. He didn't need to see your breast, but he still gave them attention through the fabric.

He was groaning at the contact his hands were making as they caressed your soft flesh. You were in love, because he doesn't hate your body. He loves it, and you can truly see that.

Bokuto was quick to turn you on your stomach. You were a little confused, but when you felt his hands caressing the soft flesh of your back you whined in satisfaction. His hands jiggled your rolls, which made you bury your head in the pillow.

Bokuto was in love. Your body is so beautiful to him so he wanted to see more. His hands went to the clip of your bra and unclipped it. He took it and threw it to the side, and caressed the sides of your breasts as you lay on your stomach.

He groaned in satisfaction, the feeling of your plush making his mind hazy. His hand went to your plush ass and kneaded the flesh so gently. He then leaned down and placed a kiss to your right cheek, which made you jerk in surprise.

He sat up and massaged over the kiss he placed on your cheek. "Mine..." You here him mumble from behind you. Your heart was nearly exploding, his praises making you love him more.

His hands went under the front of your thighs as he pulled you by the hips to press you to him. He watched as your cunt was dripping slick down your thighs. His finger slid up your slit, quickly.

Your body trembled in his hands, but he loved that. He loves how well your body responds to him. He grabbed the front of his pants and began yanking them down. You could hear it as it slid down.

Your breathing now a little ragged, anxious because of this. You don't want him to stop though. You could now hear him working to release himself from his boxers. You tried turning but he placed his hand on the back of your head to keep your head forward.

"No, I want it to be a surprise babe." He said, and pushed your head down in the mattress.

"Be gentle babe..." You nearly begged, as his hands began caressing your ass to sooth your nerves.

"I promise." He said, as he gripped his cock and began jerking it to prepare himself too. You could hear him spit and the spit hit his cock as lube. He doesn't want to hurt you, so he's being extra careful. "I'll try to go in slow."

You gulped and nodded as you felt him maneuver behind you. Your body shuddered, once you felt it poking at your entrance. His hand on your head went to the tip of his cock to help him push in.

His other hand went to your left cheek and lifted up the flesh to watch as he enters you. You tensed once he began ripping through your walls. He didn't stop though as you winced and tried reaching back for him.

He grabbed your hand and held it tightly, as he continued to push in. "Ko-"

"I know it hurts babe..." He sighed as your walls began spasming around the tip his cock. "...I'm sorry." He snapped his hips and buried himself balls deep inside you, making you shriek and slam your head into the mattress.

He instantly felt regret. "Babe! I'm so sorry!" He layed his chest to your back, and stayed there while rubbing soothing circles on your hips.

"It's okay..." You managed to get out. He was kissing your neck lovingly, while repeating sorry. He really didn't like you being in pain, which almost made him cry.

You felt so full though. You don't know his size, but from the feel of it you could tell he's big. The thickness and length overfilling your insides. You could feel him pulsing inside you, and the veins on his cock beating agaisnt your walls.

Once the pain subsided, you moaned of relief. Looking back, you whispered to him to move. "You can move, babe." You told him.

He smiled and placed one more kiss to your neck. Bokuto pulled out, only to sit up and grip your hips to slow drive himself back in. You both moaned in sync, his length making you moan.

Bokuto's grip was tight, his teeth clenching and eyes clenching shut. Your eyes were shut but your mouth hung open. He was moving in a slow pace trying to make sure he doesn't hurt you.

Though, you could feel his tip reaching the deepest parts of you. Your hands gripped the bedsheets, and your hips began arching into his.

He looked down to where you're connected and saw that you're already creaming around him. He was moving faster into you, now making his balls tap lightly on your clit.

"You feel... so good- fuck!- Y/N~" Bokuto moaned out. The grip your walls were contracting on his cock, nearly choking him and trapping him in.

You gripped the bedsheets tightly, no words leaving your mouth as he began picking up his pace.

You were moaning and nearly ripping the sheets up. His hips began slamming into yours, the sound of your ass clapping against his lap was resonating through the room.

He couldn't help but stare at it. Your ass jiggling and rippling agaisnt his thighs at the impact. His mouth hung open, and he pushed your arching back down as he gripped your waist to go harder.

His short nails, for volleyball, dug into your waist to thrust harder. His grasp was tight, his hips now thrusting harder into you. "Stay down babe- I'll do it for you~" His voice cracked at the end, his tip now sweetly kissing your cervix.

You both are now sweating and panting. His hair wasn't sticking up anymore, now sticking to his sweaty face and yours were sticking to your face.

You could feel your previous denied orgasm approaching. You chocked on your spit, his cock abusing your cervix. His hips moving even faster now, the veins in his cock adding extra stimulation.

Bokuto began moaning out, and so were you. His cock felt so good, the thickness nearly making you stupid. Stupid for his cock.

Bokuto laid his chest on your back, now his left arm wrapping around your neck. His hand began sliding down your stomach and to your neglected bud. His fingers began rubbing furiously, making your back arch into his hips.

The new arch in your back is making his cock abuse your cervix even more. His fingers began flicking and rubbing harder, as he slowly began pounding into you hard.

"Kotaro!" You moan-shouted.

The stimulation was nearly too much to handle. You were on the verge of tears, his cock was ramming you so good. The stimulation he's giving your body, is way too much that you can hardly handle it.

You've never felt this much pleasure from anything before. His fingers were pinching your pearl while rubbing it vigorously. You began moving your hips back to meet his deep thrusts.

Bokuto removed his hand from your clit and joined his other wrapped arm around your neck. His face was in your neck too, and you could hear his ragged breathing and deep moans in your ear.

His hips were slamming into you know, your walls instantly clamped down hard on him.

"I'm coming Ko~!" He grunted in response, his hips now slowing down so you could feel all the veins bulging against your walls. You were shaking, your walls spasming randomly on his cock.

Bokuto's hips thrusted three more times, before his tip hit your g-spot and your band snapped your toes curling. Your face dug into the bed as Bokuto's hips still moved, your orgasm ripping through your abdomen.

Your eyes rolled back inside your closed eyelids. Bokuto continued riding your orgasm out, his hips stuttering as he moaned out and spurted inside you.

You couldn't even focus on that, his moving hips still making you quiver. He sat up and gripped your waist, his eyes closed as he continued to rut in and out of you.

He let your hips go to place his hands on the sides of your head to hold his body up. You were now trembling and so was he, your cream coating his cock the sight so erratic.

"Y/N~" He moaned deeply as he slowly moved himself in and out of you, and then stopped his hips. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your shoulder blade. "I love you~" He whimpered while slowly pulling his cock out, and making your body tremble.

You honestly couldn't move. He stood up and away from you, and walked into your bathroom to wet a rag. He came back and spread your legs to clean you up.

What you can't believe, is that you let him have sex with you in your parents house. Not only that, but he came in you too. You quivered at the contact the rag made with your leaking cunt.

"Kotaro..." You whimpered.

"I know babe. I'll get you something for that but you were squeezing me so tight!" You chuckled and pushed yourself to sit up. He went back into your bathroom and rinsed the rag off.

Once he came back, he instantly cuddled with your head in his chest.

"When are your parents coming back?" He asked.

You shrugged. "I don't-" And a knock on the door cut you off. Your eyes widen as you began pushing at Bokuto's chest. "-right now!" He panicked and stood up scrambling to get your clothes.

You two shared a laugh as you were trying to get dressed. Once you did, Bokuto sat on your bed and turned the TV on to act as if you haven't done anything. He sprayed your air freshener to get rid of the smell which worked.

You walked to your door and whispered, "Act like nothing happened." Bokuto chuckled with a big smile and nodded, as you then walked to the front door.

Yeah, it was your parents coming back to get something. They didn't find out what you two did, and it made you and Bokuto laugh everytime.

He loves you so much, that he risked getting in trouble for you. He didn't mean to though, his obliviousness always getting the best of him.

You, however, don't doubt your boyfriend no more.

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Okay! So this one was too long, but I did it for my requester. I really appreciated this request because, I AM IN LOVE WITH BOKUTO! All the other Haikyuu!! characters are great, but I just love Bokuto so much and wish he was real. ANYWAY, thank you requester!

#anime #haikyuu lemon #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuu x plus size reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #lemon #hq smut

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Draw your swords, pt. 8

Summary: Forced to face their feelings, neither the Darkling nor his wife dare to speak them out loud. Influenced by Genya’s words, Y/N starts to wonder about her husband’s past.

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of alcohol, sexual content

Part one // Part two // Part three // Part four // Part five // Part six // Part seven  

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As a young girl, Y/N often daydreamed about her first time. She believed it would be with a kind man who’d move mountains to find her if she called his name. Reality was quite different – this man wasn’t kind, but he’d burn the world for her.

Whether he realized it, she saw through him easily. The Darkling is a symbol, the fear surrounding his name is all for show because he’s not evil. In fact, she’d go as far as say he’s redeemable. Anyone capable of love is capable of being saved and while she didn’t know what he needed saving from, her heart told her he’ll need her. And she knew he cared, she felt it in the way he held her in that tent, and again in the way he’d touch her when he had all the power just the night before.

Moving her head toward the other side of the bed, Y/N looked at her sleeping husband. His lashes are long, thick and dark, a beard that tickled her neck adorning his face. Asleep, his cheekbones were not as sharp, his face much more welcoming and relaxed. He didn’t seem as the formidable foe she imagined him to be.

Aleksander laid on his side, facing her. Pursing her lips, Y/N allowed her eyes to roam over him. His broad chest had a small area of dark, curling hair. His muscles are made large, shapely mounds. His arms are capped by a round, firm muscle. Biting her lower lip, her eyes continued down to his hard, flat stomach with faint lines forming separate areas of muscles, making her swallow thickly. It was only after a moment that her eyes went lower. What she saw did not seem so powerful as it felt the previous night, but as she watched, his manhood began to grow.

She gasped and her eyes flew back to his. He was awake, watching her intently with a smirk, his eyes growing darker by the moment. No longer was he the gentle man she had awakened to, but a man of passion, the general who showed her he was just as capable of leading a woman in the bed as he was of leading an army on the field.

Y/N tried to move away but Aleksander still held her trapped by her hair that strayed on his side, under his back. What was worse, she didn’t even want to fight him. Y/N recalled her plans for him clearly; but this was more than a plan she carelessly implemented. Everything was different now when she had the memory of his body and the pleasure he infused her with when he made love to her. Could that term even be applied to them, she wondered. Did he see it as making love or simply satisfying his needs?

“Stubborn wife,” he whispered and the tone of his voice made chills run along her arms. It’s more than the tone he used or the look of his dark eyes that had her insides turning, but the words he had spoken…it almost felt like a term of endearment coming from him.

Grimacing, she rolled her eyes at him, “Dreadful husband.”

Pursing his lips, he seemed amused rather than insulted.

She was right, their relationship has changed.

Irrevocably.

Last night she had thought she learned all there was to know about love between a man and a woman, but now she thought, perhaps she knew very, very little. There was much more to learn from this man and of this man and how to use that knowledge for her own gain, but right now? She just wanted to let herself go. She wanted to enjoy his company. For once, he was good-natured, playful even. She felt genuinely happy in their little bubble.

For a moment, Y/N wished to stay there. She wished he could always look at her as he is now.

She looked at him, his hair still a mess in the bright morning sunlight. She watched him intently, perplexed how he could look more handsome and more human than she’d ever seen him.

His eyes are nearly black as he pulls her to him again. He runs his tongue along her lips, touching the inner corners especially. She parted her teeth for him, desperate for a taste of him. He’s better than the richest honey; hot and cold, soft and firm. She explored his mouth as he had explored hers, no longer shy or reserved with him. How could she be when his fingers have delved lower, pushing inside her?

Gasping, she smiles against his lips. “Genya will be here soon”, she warns him.

"I don't fucking care", he insisted as he crashed into her, his arms wrapping around her like a cage she never wished to escape from. He brought his mouth on hers, inhaling her, "Do you even know what it feels like to be around you?! I can't", he paused as his arms drew away from her and she shuddered as he took the warmth they provided. With bruised lips, she watched as he ran his hand through what used to be perfectly tousled hair. Disheveled, he turns to her, "I can't breathe around you."

She chuckles at him, "Well, I am breathtakingly beautiful."

Rolling his eyes, the Darkling shakes his head, "Well, you're not unattractive. I'll concede on that."

She ran her hands over his back as he lowered his head to her neck, running his tongue along the pulsating beat of her carotid, the only friend he had in her – her pulse couldn’t hide how enamored or exhilarated he made her feel. Instinctively she leaned her head back, her breathing turning deeper, quicker.

When his lips and tongue touched her breasts, she nearly cried out. She thought perhaps she might die under such torture. Trying to pull his head back to her mouth failed as he gave a deep, guttural laugh that made her shiver, her insides turning with the sweet melody and her heart? Her heart felt warm, big and incredibly full.

Maybe he did own her.

A knock on the door had interrupted their bliss as Y/N stiffened, looking at the door in slight panic. If someone saw them right now, no one would doubt their marriage was a successful love match. They seemed happy, truly in love. That’s not how it was meant to be.

“Someone doesn’t value their life”, he grumbled under his breath. “GO AWAY!”

Clasping a hand over his mouth, she chuckled. “Who is it?!”

“General?” Ivan’s voice faded her smile instantly.

Even with Aleksander’s hands cupping her bottom, his body covering her and the door being shut, Y/N felt ashamed as if she was bare in front of the entire world.

“Unless the world is burning, leave me alone!” Pecking Y/N’s lips, he smirked, “I never get a peaceful morning anymore.”

Come to think of it, Y/N never found him in the bed when she woke up. This was the very first night they spent together and he stayed by her side. Considerate was never a word she’d use describing him before, but he is considerate, kind and incredibly cautious when it comes to her. It made her heart sink.

Hearing no word from Ivan, Aleksander’s hand moved. Caressing the inside of her thighs, he made her shake in desire. Holding her breath, she bit her lower lip. Still sore from the night before, she felt her stomach twist as he lined himself up with her entrance once more. Pushing himself inside, he captures her lips as she cries out. The pleasure is undeniable, but she couldn’t deny there was pain too. She clutched at him, her legs pressing around his waist as she rose to meet each thrust. Sweet torment he had inflicted felt as if it would split her in two - one Y/N to plot his demise and the other who’d never let him leave her bed.

Finally, when she was sure her heart would explode, she felt the pulsing throbs that released her and soon after, Y/N felt him speed up and his own release followed. Collapsing on top of her, Aleksander held her so close that she could hardly breathe. In that moment she didn’t really care if she ever did breathe again.

Aleksander didn’t move, still buried deep inside her as if she is his saving grace. It’s insane to think he could fuck her into submission and feelings. It was impossible to ignore the fact that she developed feelings for him, but that realization created doubts. Eventually, something will have to break – and the thought of hurting him suddenly felt too much to bear.

“Are you alright?” He moved her hair out of her face, remaining on top of her as if she’s a conquered territory he refused to leave.

Swallowing thickly, she nods. “Why aren’t you moving?”

Eyes widening, the Darkling felt heat rush to his face. He was trying to be sweet, to show her it was more than a quick fuck. It was indescribable for him – a dawn after a long night he’s lived in. No woman ever lessened the loneliness inside his heart and then she waltzed into his life. He couldn’t imagine living without her again. She was the northern star in his dark sky and he never wanted to leave.

“I should see Ivan about earlier”, he murmured, nearly wincing as he pulled out. She wrapped herself up in the sheets again, her eyes wide as she stared ahead, thinking about how badly she’s already failing her mission.

Frowning as she shifted, Y/N felt Aleksander’s semen leave her. She cleared her throat, her eyes watering. She felt disgusted with herself, like she needed her skin rubbed off with scalding hot water and peeled off if that didn’t work. She could feel him, smell him on every inch of her skin and the worst of it all? She loathed just how cold she felt when his arms weren’t wrapped around her. She absolutely detested how giddy her heart felt when she saw the shit-eating grin on his face as he brought her to climax.

“When will we visit the armies by the fold?” She asked, switching into the woman she is instead of the woman she’s molded into by his lips.

Impassive, he looked back at her as he worked on the buttons of his shirt. “Why? Don’t believe I’ve kept my word?”

It unnerved her just how cold his voice felt, how impersonal. Standing, she wrapped the nightgown around her body. Taking his kefta in her hands, she held it open for him to slip into.

His eyes flicker from the kefta to her, as if he’s confused as well. It felt odd not knowing their place now. Their previous dynamic was easy to settle into, bickering felt like second nature. Conversing without spewing venom brought unfamiliar discomfort mostly because they’d much rather return to the bed behind them. Leaving that room carried an unspoken possibility of their time together being nothing but a fluke – a onetime deal. The outside world carries responsibilities, the kind that places them on opposite sides of the war.

“Thank you”, he turns around, allowing her to help dress him. Wives do that, he realized. Loving wives help their husbands dress just as often as they help them undress. Husbands do the same for their wives – though he much preferred the undressing part.

He kissed her brow unexpectedly, eyes flickering to her trembling lips as they passed a surprised gasp. “I know you want to see the results on a field, but rest assured I’ve kept my word.” Licking his lips, he reached for a glass from behind her. Pouring himself a glass, he watched her gnaw on her lower lip. For once, the ice queen showed there are emotions inside her capable of more than just disdain.

Breaking out of her daze, she cleared her throat. “I prefer to have confirmation”, she remarked.

Snorting, he looks up in frustration. He wanted to grab her by the throat as he would with any other human who’d dare challenge him, question him. In his mind, he pinned her to the bed, his hands wrapped around her delicate little wrists. ‘Don’t play games with me’, he’d say, ‘Don’t ever think you’re capable of that.’ He wanted so badly to treat her the same, as an enemy, but she had done something to him. No matter how hard he wished he could fight it, something inside him came to life – his heart beats unburdened by the shadows, for her. It was always going to be her.

“I guess I’m asking you to trust me”, he looked at her with a softness he visibly struggled with. His hand griped the glass far too tightly for it to fool her. He was hurt by her insinuation and she didn’t know how to respond.

“Aleksander.” Calling him by his first name for the first time felt so natural, but terrifying as his eyes lit up when it crossed her lips.

He shuddered. “Say it again”, he commanded, his eyes darkened as he pressed his lips together.

The look on her face would surely haunt him for an eternity. She was shocked, maybe even frightened. She didn’t mean to call him by his name, she had made a mistake and he could read it on her face.

She spun, fleeing into the bathroom. She ran from him like he had come to steal her soul. He thought about chasing after her, but it would be futile. She would return on her own. She lost the game, she was his. He swallowed his whisky and smiled. Perhaps the way his heart fluttered at the sound of his true name passing her lips should have been a sign he lost the game too, but he didn’t give it a second thought.

She is his.

Once he left, she did exactly as she wished – she scrubbed herself clean of any remainders of him. He’ll walk around with her scent clinging to him, but she will not be branded his. Though her hips bear his markings, she felt satisfied they were easily covered with a kefta.

“You don’t have to say it”, Genya raised an eyebrow at the shadows of Kirigan’s fingertips across her friend’s hips.

“Say what?” Y/N narrowed her eyes, her heart picking up pace.

Smirking, Genya lowered her voice, “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N, exhaled audibly through her nose. “It wasn’t terrible.”

“Ha!” Genya clapped her hands, “We are winning today!”

Raising her eyebrows, Y/N turned her undivided attention to an overly excited Genya. “Care to explain?”

“Well”, she shrugged innocently, “I may have found us a new ally.”

Stunned, Y/N sat on the edge of the bathtub. “Who?”

“David”, Genya exclaimed.

“Isn’t he Kirigan’s little…pet?”

Knitting her eyebrows, Genya huffed, “No! He’s a brilliant man and he believes in equality and a brighter future.”

“But can we trust him with the secret?”

Swallowing thickly, Genya paused. Inhaling deeply, she nods. “I’d vouch for him.”

“I need concrete proof”, Y/N sighs, “This isn’t going to end well for us if he decides to spill everything to Kirigan!”

Rubbing her temples, Y/N felt as if the pressure inside her head would cause her brain to burst. It’s pressing in, choking every good idea she’s ever had.

“What would happen if he did know?” Genya crouched before her. With her hands on Y/N’s knees, Genya sighed. “Maybe he’d be receptive too.”

Snorting, Y/N couldn’t believe how naïve Genya is. “No. He’d be too angry to see the big picture.”

It didn’t matter that he’s begun colonizing Y/N’s heart or that every inch of her skin craved the touch of his hand. It felt as if she were invincible when he stood beside her, as if he had made her fireproof. No scar hurt when he kissed her, no grief was too difficult to bear when he looked at her.

“Damn it”, Y/N covered her face, “I want to believe in him, I do.” She couldn’t help but wonder if her feelings are the aftermath of the night he saved her life or the night of ecstasy he had given her. Is it really genuine emotion or did her heart move to her vagina?

“So believe”, Genya encouraged. A sympathetic smile adorned her full lips, her eyes kinder than before.

“How can I ever trust him when he’s got a superiority complex regarding humans? He’s never going to willingly protect one!”

“He did with you”, Genya pressed her lips into a thin line. “You’re paranoid because you are afraid allowing yourself to see the good in him might actually make you love him.”

And she is. She’s afraid to love him or let him love her. What would be the point? In the end, they’re too different.

“Talk to David again”, Y/N stood, sniffling. “I’ll head to the library.”

Genya raised an eyebrow. “Library?”

The first casualty of war is innocence and Y/N had none left. She was once called ‘angel’ by her father, by her comrades in the army too. She was the epitome of a pure heart who would sacrifice itself for others. She didn’t feel like an angel anymore, but she will play the part. No one expects an angel to set the world on fire.

“Yeah”, Y/N breathes out. “I want to look for something.” Truth be told, she wanted to research Aleksander and his lineage.

If the dark heretic is from his bloodline, she needed to know everything about him, about the hearts of those he came from. If she’s ever going to consider her husband as an ally, she has to know him – all of him. If she asked, she worried he’d cover up the darkest parts of him. He’d deem her too human to understand, too fragile to know all the horrors that tie into who he’s become.

It was time to find out if she could trust Aleksander.

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Part 9

#the darkling #the darkling x reader #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova x reader #general kirigan x reader #general kirigan #shadow and bone

[suna-reversed]

AOT men as nsfw cliches/tropes

 (Eren, Levi, Colt x f!reader)//hcs 

part 2

tags/warnings- rough sex, mentions of breeding, overstim, oral (recieving) aftercare

Eren Jaeger- angry sex

- I think it’s no secret that Eren would absolutely wreck you when he’s angry

- especially if you’ve made him jealous. like you’ll be covering up bite marks and trying not to fall over while walking for the next 3 days or so. 

- Eren is often very vocal about his anger, but you’ll know you’re knee deep in real trouble when he gets dangerously quiet

- one moment you’d be having a screaming match with each other. next thing you know, you’d be pressed up against the wall with his hand encasing your jaw as he presses his head into the crook of your neck

- he’d mumble a low “wanna say that again?” into your collarbone, which would most definitely have you clenching your thighs

- he wouldn’t spend too much time edging/denying you because he’d be way too eager to fill you up with his cock 

- but he WILL overstimulate the fuck out of you till you’re crying and begging for him to stop abusing your poor cunt 

- would also cum inside you as an act of “marking territory” 

- if you’re in the missionary position, he would hold up your knees to your chest to make sure you “hold all the cum in” for him like the good ‘cum-dump’ you are 

- his way of asking you if you’re okay would be to trace all the marks he’s left on your upper half the next morning, asking a soft “does this hurt” each time he senses even the slightest movement from you. you’d eventually just have to push him away laughing and tell him to stop being such a mother hen.

- that’d most definitely get him to shut up, but would lead to some playful morning sex as he pretends to be mad, even though he makes sure to tell you how well you take him this time as you come undone beneath him once again 

   Levi Ackerman - lazy morning sex

- Levi would be so SO receptive to his lover in bed. definitely more of a giver than receiver [doesn’t mean that he won’t give you a can’t-walk-straight-for-the-next-day-fuck every now and then] 

- Lazy morning sex would definitely ensue on days after long missions, when you’d both have just been happy and grateful to be able to come home and lie in the arms of your beloved when so many others did not

- he would have listened to you vent about how you’d much rather eat grass rather than the shit they give to the scouts for snacks and he’d internally know that it’s a cover up for just how hard the recent mission had been on you. but he’d stay quiet, rubbing circles onto your back till you fall asleep.

- in the morning, for once he’d simply decide to stay longer in bed as he feels your figure clutch onto him with all the life you’ve got

- and who is he to deny you when you greet him with a lazy smile and kiss as he feels your knee press up against his crotch 

- what he cannot put out in words, he’ll convey by actions as he kisses you with enough fervour to make you forget all your pain whatsoever 

- still in a post sleep daze, it’ll be sloppy and rushed as you rid each other of your clothing, his fingers moving down to gather your wetness as his thumb rubs small circles onto your clit

- he’d gently ask if you’re ready before positioning his member in-between your folds and slowly entering you

- you wouldn’t miss the small smile against your lips as you let out a half breathy moan at the feel of your walls being stretched 

- he’d lift up one of your knees to gain a better angle to thrust into you, the tip of his cock rubbing against a spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back with pleasure each time 

- he’d either make you cum first or find release at the same time as you, letting both of your heavy moans and loud grunts fill the thick morning air 

- Levi would simply kiss your forehead before getting up to clean himself and then getting a washcloth to clean you up too

- would insist you take more rest [if you’re pouty enough, he’ll stay in bed with you until you fall asleep again, a small almost bittersweet smile gracing his lips as he slowly slips out] 

Colt Grice- first time sex

- an absolute gentleman !! 

- confirms multiple times if you’re sure about doing it 

- “you can back out anytime you want my love, I’ve got you”

- he’s just scared of hurting you. he’ll be so gentle and soft, making you cum on his fingers and tongue like thrice just to make sure you’re “prepared enough” (simply leads to you being overstimulated as fuck)

- SO MUCH PRAISE 

- “you’re so beautiful, I would never get tired of this. I want you there for the rest of my life sweetheart” 

- poor baby literally feels his heart break as you wince at the sheer size of him [the walls in paradis are not the only walls they like to destroy hehe sorry]

- peppers kisses all over your face, holding back his thrusts to let you adjust even though he can barely contain himself 

- “ ah fuck- you’re taking me so well”

- holds your hand through all of it 

- his moans are the sweetest sounding thing ever and he’ll be making those sounds right next to your ear as he presses his forehead to yours 

- would be big on aftercare- probably run you a bath and massage your shoulders and other sore spots. 

- post sex cuddles !!

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Let me know if you want a part 2 for Porco, Erwin and Jean/ any other aot characters :)

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[nejiraez]

date night gone wrong | todobakudeku hc

@remi7k requested: Could you bless us with headcannons of the guys reactions (Bakugou, Shoto, and anyone of your choice) on a date with their S/O and the waiter keeps flirting with her in front of them and it’s pissing them off. Por favor❤️❤️

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Bakugou doesn’t like eating outside food. He always prefers his cooking over the “processed crap” that fast-food chains and restaurants provide.

So if he were to be taking his S/O out, chances are that he’s not eating shit. He’d much rather watch you eat and be content while he just sips on a glass of water.

So, the one time that this grump is thoughtful enough to bring you out to eat on a date? His patience is tested and by the waiter of all people. 

Bakugou doesn’t appreciate the way your server keeps throwing you heart eyes whenever he passes your table. Bakugou’s not stupid, he has eyes just like the average person does and could see how attractive you were.

So the fact that you’d gain a few pairs of eyes on you was nothing out of the norm. However, the fact that someone was doing this so boldly, right in front of him? In front of your B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D?

Either they’re thick-skulled and couldn’t pick up on the fact that you two came here together, alone, on a date, or they were provoking him purposefully.

Either or, it pissed Bakugou the fuck off.

“See?” Bakugou says, nodding his head across the room towards the waiter who kept giving you fleeting glances. “This is why I said we have food at home.”

“Relax, he’s harmless…” You say, nudging your elbow into your boyfriend’s side to shake him from the dirtiest, stank look he was throwing at the server any chance he could get. “He’s just doing his job.”

Oh, but Bakugou doesn’t think so. Not at all. His eyes don’t miss the way the waiter gets all fidget-y whenever he hands you your plate, or how his eyes linger lower than they should be whenever he comes to refill your glass.

Bakugou hates it all.

And God forbid if your waiter tries to flatter you with those “It’s on the house” or “It’s on me” lines when they try to woo you with free dessert.

Bakugou would be quick to snag the pint of ice cream from grasp, shoving a spoonful of the treat into his mouth. “She’s lactose intolerant. So, beat it.”

Knowing damn well you weren’t.

“--Katsuki!”

By the end of it all when he was paying the bill for you (to which he begrudgingly left a tip for, on your behalf and yours alone), he makes sure to take you by the hand, fingers intertwined with yours to say, “Okay, let’s leave, babe. This shit’s got me tired.” Ensuring that the word babe, rolled nice and slow off from the tip of his tongue.

Bakugou asserting his dominance all while being a petty, yet protective, boyfriend. ~

TODOROKI SHOUTO

Honestly, Todoroki’s gonna miss the first few signs that your server may be trying to get with his S/O. But that’s all because this man only has his sights focused on you.

He adores watching how giddy you become whenever your orders come by, or how you urge him to taste some of your food.

“So what’s the event for tonight? You two came down here as friends? Hanging out on a Friday night?” Your server would ask you directly, not really caring for Todoroki’s answer. His back would even be facing your boyfriend every time he swung around.

And that’s when things began to go downhill.

“Oh!” You laugh to dial down the tense atmosphere that had suddenly swirled around your particular booth. Todoroki was still, and you don’t miss the way his jaw tenses at the ‘friends’ title. “We’re actually-”

“I’m her boyfriend, actually,” Todoroki interjects with a clipped tone. He frowns at his food, picking at the plate with an uninterested glare. “We’re together.” 

You thought that affirmation would have been enough for the guy to cool it on his flirtatious tendencies, but God no.

“Ah, I can see why!” He casts a playful wink your way, “You’re a very beautiful girl.”

Your eyes bug out at his bold confession and a concerned smile graces your lips, all while Todoroki doesn’t even bother masking the fact of how peeved he is. 

Without his knowledge, Todoroki’s quirk is set off and the table is encased in a layer of his glossy, cold ice all from the power of his right hand.

An as soon as your waiter leaves you two to your own devices, Todoroki is quick to act.

He wastes no time in switching seats, to get up from his spot only for him to slide into your side of the booth that he could be seated right next to you. “How irritating.” He’d hiss under his breath, taking a harsh stab at his food.

For the remainder of your date night, Todoroki acts hard-headed, making the job for the waiter ten times harder than it needed to be.

Anytime that the waiter would try to hand you your plate or a new glass, this motherfucker absolutely would not move an inch.

So to get to you, the guy would have to go through him first, quite literally. That, or he’d have to politely ask your stoic boyfriend to move out of the way, to which Shouto would respond with a curt “Hurry on with it.”

You’ve never seen him act so out of character before (which was kinda attractive), the same law-abiding guy that you once knew was now prompting you to engage in a “dine and dash” with him.

To put it short, you two never stepped foot in that restaurant again.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Midoriya would do the absolute most out of the three to show that you two are dating, as a means to shoo away his competition.

He’s not big on confrontation, if anything, he’d try his damned best to avoid it. So he would probably opt out of the option of telling the waiter directly to “quit hitting on his S/O”.

Rather, Midoriya would always bring up the subject of your next upcoming dates with him, whenever the server so happens to pass by. “So, for our next date, where would you like to go? Anywhere... away from here?”

And he’d play footsies under the table with you to try and induce a laugh to show how much fun you two were having, that, or he’d ask for your hand across the table so he could hold and graze his thumb against the palm of your hand.

He’s very passive-aggressive about this. Making sure that his love for you is being shown but in a very loud and brazen fashion.

Hell, he’ll even step out of his comfort zone and go as far as to ask you to spoon feed him so of your food. “Can- May I try some of your food?”

And if that shit doesn’t work?

“Um, excuse me, but does your restaurant celebrate anniversaries?” Midoriya would question once he’s managed to successfully flag down opposing male to your table. “Because you see, my girlfriend and I are celebrating our second year anniversary today and she was really hoping if you’d put something together for that.” 

The way you’d have to bite down on your tongue to hold back the laughter that threatened to bubble out past your lips. Watching Midoriya become all ‘territorial’ over you was one thing, but for him to go to such lengths… and to pin it on you?

Midoriya’s pride swells at the fact that a look of dejection flashes across the server’s face the moment the word “girlfriend” was left to linger through the air.

You’d have to sit and watch as the entire staff and kitchen would come out from the back, bringing you two cake and playing their song to celebrate you both, all while it wasn’t even your damn anniversary. 

Midoriya on the other hand was enjoying it all. Flaunting off your relationship with him to scare off potential homewreckers was the highlight of his night out with you.

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