#i wake up with so much neck pain the next day its not worth :( just like all these new foam mattresses theyre so cheap and sure they're

[chaos-and-cookies]

Turns out u CAN in fact take a nap w.o feeling like u got hit by a truck waking up

U just need a new pricy mattress and even pricier pillows, but its possible!

[bigassmoonchild]

The Aftermath

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2k

The first part does give context, but isn’t required for this read.

Summary: You knew the difficulty the process of being a mated Omega in the military. You understood how much you would lose, but you never thought about the difficulty in your normal life. Never thought about the panic you would have, or how much it would effect you and Ghost's personal relationship.

Content Tags: Hospitals, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, No use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: I was not expecting such a good response to Maple Syrup, and since y'all seemed to like it so much here's basically the next part. Let me know if you want anything specific, my asks should be open. <3 I'm adding a 'keep reading' link to make sure you can scroll on if you want.

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Everything felt wrong. Ghost wasn't injured, but he was being held overnight in the medbay. The Maple Syrup had run its course through him, but he could hear chatter echoing in the room. He could smell you, you weren't too far from him but he wasn't allowed to see you. Price had come in not too long after the doctors had checked him over and cleared him, arms crossed as he sat in the chair next to the bed Ghost was in.

"We'll need to talk, you know," was the only thing Price had said, leaning back and relaxing in the chair.

"Is the Doc okay?" Ghost asked, looking in the direction your scent was coming from. The sickly sweet smell of heat was becoming stale, but you were on lock and key just in case any Alpha soldiers tried to come in. Price looked in the same direction, giving a faint shrug.

"I'm going to be updated once she's steady enough for the doctors to leave her alone," Price said. "Gaz is on watch outside her room," Ghost nodded. Gaz was a Beta, so it would be fine for him to be that close. Ghost still didn't like it, he didn't know how his pack was, where everyone was, if everyone was safe.

It took a few hours, it was well past midnight before any movement came from the direction of your room. The curtains surrounding Ghosts bed was moved, the Doctor gesturing for Price to follow him. Ghost had tried to listen in, but it wasn't worth it. He was still in mild pain from the mission, the place where the tranq had stabbed him still throbbed every so often.

Price walked back in some time later, looking at Ghost with a sigh. That didn't make him feel good, panic started to flow through him, thoughts of you dying flashed in his mind for a few moments.

"She's gonna be fine," Price started. "They got her heat back under control, they're just waiting for it to finish cycling through her. Outside of that, she's fine," Price sat next to Ghost. "I can't ask you about what happened. I can only tell you what will happen," he looked away.

You woke up, head foggy and throbbing with a headache. You could see a form moving next to you, checking your vitals. You gave a soft groan, your neck throbbing alongside your core. Everything hurt, but you weren't able to tell if it was everything.

"You finally waking up?" The voice asked, and you could recognize it. "You've been out for a few days, you've even had Ghost trying to get in," she giggled a little. Amanda. That was her name, she was one of the nurses you'd been working with prior to the mission that went south.

At the mention of Ghost, you sat upright, vision spinning before righting itself.

"It was a really bad heat you were sent into, y'know. Took us a few hours to stabilize you, but you're doing good for yourself," she smiled, trying to lay you back down but you pushed her off of you.

"I need to talk to him," god even your throat hurt. She nodded slowly, sticking her head out of the door. You rubbed your head, headache now making you feel sick. It took a few moments, but you heard footsteps come in the room, a figure standing next to you. When you looked up, it was Price.

"There are some procedures we need to go through. I've already got some officers in, but we still need to talk about what happened," Price started, moving to sit in the chair near you. "Ghost has already spoken with them, so it'll be you, me and the officers. I think Laswell has flown in as well," you stared at Price.

With a few blinks, you looked down to think. Ghost had already spoken with the officers? You knew what the rules were like, and you knew that your career was now in his hands. It pissed you off, if you could really focus on feeling much outside of pain.

"The officers are trying to get him to make a decision on your career. I can't let you two talk about anything yet, the Adjutant Officers still need to figure things out before you'll be allowed near each other," Price looked away, your jaw tensing. You really had no rights anymore, did you?

It took another few days before you were released. The second you had clothes of your own to wear, you were gone off into your room.

Someone had been here. You could smell a stale scent, but you weren't able to place it. It was too distant to be able to decipher, but your room was exactly the same as it had been left before you were hospitalized. You didn't feel comfortable in your room, knowing someone had been here.

A knock on the door made you spin, nerves set tight. As you opened the door, a large figure came into view.

"Doc," Ghost started, before being yanked into your room and having the door slammed behind him. You turned on him, staring at him sharply. You pointed, opening your mouth before shutting it and groaning, running hands through your hair.

You kept trying to start talking before you stopped yourself, eventually kicking at the wall in irritation.

"What did you say to them?" You hissed, back still turned and facing the wall. You could hear him shift behind you, boots scuffing against the ground. You turned, storming up to him, chest to chest. "What the hell did you tell them? You gonna dismantle my career? Make me some fucking house-omega?" You were growling now, you could feel your muscles tensing.

When he didn't respond, you groaned, tossing your hands up in defeat and walking away from him. You turned, hand on your hip, waiting for a response.

"I don't want to take your career away," he whispered, finally. You barked a laugh, rubbing your wrist against your bitten gland. His hand reached out to grab you, but you moved away from him. "I don't want to make decisions for you," he added, voice growing more desperate.

You shook your head, pulling your hand away from your gland and shaking them out. Ghost reached out to you again, hand catching your shoulder before you shrugged him off.

"I don't know what to do," you whispered. "I'm terrified, because now I'm outed to so many people, and there's quite literally nothing I can do to save myself," you turned to look at Ghost.

He scoffed. "You think I'm going to ruin things for you? I've already told you, I don't want that kind of control over you," he looked away, crossing his arms. You could smell the distress on him.

"You have done shit to make me trust you!" Your voice raised before dropping, a hand running down your face. "I have zero control left, you know how many rights I have as a mated Omega?" He shook his head. "None," you glared at him.

Ghost glanced at you before looking away again. He shook his head, moving to leave before you blocked the door from him.

"You don't get to walk out when we're talking," you growled at him and he growled back.

"This isn't a conversation, this is you getting all pissy on me," he loomed over you, forcing you to take a step back. "I didn't want this to happen, I would have chosen any other way to save us, but we didn't get a choice, did we?" You looked away.

"Get out,"

He could smell the distress on you the second he spoke. Your scent left him spiraling, he was panicking. His Omega was distressed, and he was the cause. He wanted to fix it, correct the problem and make you happy again.

Ghost could do nothing when you repeated yourself.

"Get the hell out," you glared at him. Ghost opened his mouth to give you a retort, but you had turned away. He bit his tongue, turning to stare at the door.

"You know that's not what I meant," he whispered, opening the door and leaving.

Even after walking aimlessly for ten minutes, he could still smell your distress on your scent, the sour taste stuck on the back of his throat. This wasn't how he had intended to talk to you, he wanted to make a plan for when they asked him more questions regarding your career.

Ghost was pissed off, more so with himself than you, but he wanted to comfort you. Fix what he had said, take it back.

But he had a meeting to attend, and he needed to make sure he didn't say anything wrong.

You sat in the conference room, Price, Laswell and an Adjutant officer sitting across from you. This was the third time you'd gone over what had happened.

"So you say this 'Maple Syrup' is what caused Ghost to go into a feral rut?"

"Yes," you deadpanned, glaring through the Adjutant. "We've already been through all of this, there is literally nothing else that I haven't told you," the Adjutant hummed.

"We need to make sure everything is covered," he told you, looking at the paper he had been writing on for the past hour and a half.

You looked at Price, hoping he would help you in any way. He looked away, leaning further back into his seat.

"What about my career?" The room went silent, the Adjutant stopped reading, glancing over at Price who had finally looked at you. "I want to know what's happening," you whispered. The last few days had left you unsure of yourself. You wanted to confront Ghost, you wanted to apologize for snapping at him, you wanted to fix what you'd said.

None of them spoke, Laswell had opened her mouth to speak before closing it, taking a deep breath. Her fingers tapped on the table, looking at Price and the Adjutant.

She looked back at you. "You aren't allowed to make any decisions regarding that, you know," your head dropped back with a groan, wrist rubbing against your bitten gland roughly. You were terrified, you didn't know what the future was going to hold.

You had so little control and it was getting worse. You stood abruptly, going to walk out the door before Price spoke.

"Would you like to speak with Ghost?" You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. With people around, you wouldn't snap on him, but you also didn't want to see him since his last remarks. You really needed to know if you still worked here, or if he was going to force you to become a house-omega.

You nodded, turning around and sitting back down while staring Price down as he made a phone-call. A few moments later, Ghost walked in and sat beside you, but you still couldn't look at him. It was silent for a few minutes, everyone looking at each other, waiting for the first to speak.

"You still have a job here," Ghost spoke up. "I didn't let them remove you, but they won't allow you on missions anymore," he added the last part quietly. You nodded.

You could hear Price and Laswell ushering the Adjutant Officer out of the room, the door closing with a click behind them. Neither you nor Ghost talked for a few minutes, you could smell a certain level of stress on him.

"Thank you," you whispered, glancing quickly at him. He was staring at you, eyes watching your every twitch and shudder. "I'm... sorry, for the other day," you fiddled with your fingers. "I didn't mean to snap at you."

Ghost shook his head, hesitating before grabbing your hand, pulling it close to him and in turn tugging you towards him. You finally turned to look at him, and his eyes visibly softened.

He looked down, then back up to you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I did. Not in the way I did," he tugged you even closer to him, nuzzling into your gland. "I don't regret having you as my mate now, but if I could've changed what I did, you wouldn't be stuck with me making decisions for you now," you leaned in to him, pressing your face into his chest.

It relaxed you, his scent, and allowed you to think much clearer.

"I'm just so scared,"

Next

[heartfullofleeches]

I need to see Selene having a sweet morning w her neighbor(wife) so bad. She's so cute?? I just wanna see her be happy and making breakfast for/with them while the vibes are good and sleepy. Let this woman get to sleep in and cuddle her lovely neighbor after brutally murdering her husband just the other night

Selene always wanted of a spring wedding.

Beyond being a child of the season, in her eyes it was to be the most romantic - symbolic of the growth between young lovers to lifelong partners. Furthermore, both mother and grandmother had spring weddings - passing their knowledge and the gift of their wedding gown onto the next generation. Its soft emerald hue matched her eyes and the season 0beautifully. She dreamed of walking down the aisle surrounded by love, the cool spring air, and blooming roses.

So why was she here now - cold and without an ounce of love to her name. The artifical bouquet in her hands scratched at the delicate parts of her skin and hair, autumn winds biting her exposed neck and arms. Spring was too much of an inconvenience for her soon to be husband. He hated the outdoors and insects that roamed freely, and so their wedding was set for October in the confines of an old church.

Selene told herself she could be happy. This was meant to be the happiest day of her life and the start of her days as a doting, loving wife, but as she entered the chapel she'd find someone else taking her place. A beautiful soul with a smile that encapsulated everything she loved about spring. Warm and inviting - impossible to forget or ever let go. Dressed in her best, she could never dream be to as angelic as the creature standing up there with her lover. She falls to her knees, begging to be taken instead. To be loved by that angel. To be chains to that demon so he can never hurt them like he's broken her.

"Selene......"

She screams. Take me instead. Take me....

"Ms. Selene!"

Her eyes flutter open. No longer is she crying on the church floor. A gentle hand rubbing her back draws her from slumber, and the remaining tears from her eyes. The stiffness in her spine reminds her of the most uncomfortably comfort night she's had on someone else's couch.

"Ms. Selene, are you okay? You were crying in your sleep when I came to check on you."

Color darkens her pale face as she sits up, deepened by the hand that aids her. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I.... I'm normally not one to dream, and I believe that was the first nightmare I've had in... years.. "

"It's alright, Ms. Selene. You've had a rough night."

Recollection of the night prior barrel through her like a speeding train as she looks up at the face of her savior. She bawled her eyes out at your doorstep, pleading to stay just one night and be gone before down. Her husband had allegedly changed the locks before leaving town and it was too late for her to call anyone else. You offered your home and bed to her as any would do, but she settled for the couch not wanting to be more of a burden than she was.

You give her hand an affirming squeeze - unknowingly kickstarting the beat of her heart. "You have nothing to be sorry for, and you can stay here as long as you need. We'll call a locksmith later so you can get some of your belongings."

It's hard to believe someone that was a stranger only a few short months ago had shown her more kindness than her husband had in all of their years together. Your arm returns to her shoulder as more tears leak from her tired eyes, pulling her into embrace that wash decades of self loathing off her mind. All that lingers in its wake is how she'd kill to spend every morning in your arms - just like this. Even she had to relieve the pain of her past everyday, it would all be worth it to have you.

"Thank you, Y/n. I know we don't know each other well, but words can not describe how luck I am to have you. Without you I don't know where I'd be right now.."

"Ah, don't worry about it. I know you'd do the same for me. Are you hungry?"

She places a hand to her stomach, unsure when the last time she'd eaten. "Seems. Maybe i should make something for us. You've done enough for me already."

"Nah, don't think like that, we can do it together. I have some pancake mix and some fruit in the fridg if that sounds good."

Selene smiles. "That sounds wonderful, dear."

"Cool." Sporting a smile of your own, you lead Selene into the kitchen. You grab a cutting board and knife, placing both on the table as you digging around for the produce in your fridge. Cutting the fruit, Selene has never known more bliss from slicing anything than her husband's throat.

This truly was her new happiest day.

[no-higher-thought]

said you wanted to talk about 2bhank on your last post... well i'm all ears.

oo Wait fr ??

Oh my goodness gracious youve no idea what you just released anon FUCK you for making me write all this down /lh

Very unorganised thoughts cause i had like 12 pages worth of ramblings in my notes and had to cut it down. It was borderline just nonsense, man. Im losing it. Sorry if words don't make sense.

First off, they can and have hurt eachother. Hard not to, in a world as fucked up as theirs. Hank is someone who only knows violence, and doc is far too used to manipulating people and circumstances to gain the upper hand. In combat, in business deals, sieges, all that jazz.

But honestly, considering everything ? Their relationship is definitely among the healthiest, most stable in all of Nevada. Mostly cause the bar is all the way in The Nowhere but. y'know.

Both see it as VERY transactional, which, i mean. It is, first and foremost, a business deal so like. Fair i suppose. Hank is very good at their job of killing, and doc is very good at pointing them at nice targets. A sort of  "ah shit they didn't slam the door this time guess i gotta be extra careful pulling all the shrapnel out of their abdominal cavity."

There was never any moment one could consider "feelings realization" or whatever. They're simply incredibly close as a result of just how LONG they've worked together. Neither is particularly keen on asking somethn like "what are we to eachother?" Because it just. Doesn't. Matter to them.

That and like. I am very aroace. Hank is canon aroace. Saw doc fanart with ace ring once and have been rotating it in my brain since. Big fan of non-traditional relationships, man.

It's mostly convenience, methinks. Hank may not need doc to bring them back to life, but it sure does make the process a lot shorter and less painful. Doc doesn't need hank, he has plenty of money and access to many of Nevada's most feared mercenaries. He could find someone else to do his dirty work, if need be.

And yet.

Every moment they spend together is a moment of putting their life in the other's hands. Hank trusts him not to staple their legs on backwards, and doc trusts them to not dome him the moment he turns around. Don't get me wrong, it's not trust in the other, no. It's trusting that the other isn't dumb enough to get rid of a valuable asset.

But frankly, to someone used to nothing but pain and violence, a simple lack of it might as well be a loving embrace.

Theirs is a relationship built off of many years of contracts, of shared goals, of depending on eachother, expecting the other to catch them when they fall. When they crawl back battered and bloodied. When they pass out from overworking in front of their computer for the upteenth time this week.

They'd share a bed simply because both have horrific waking nightmares and huddling together on a shitty moldy mattress helps. A net positive, mutualism. They might seek some affection from the other, but its always self-serving.

Still. Neither of them are sentimental. If the machine took them on different paths, or hell, if they had to kill the other (for one reason or another), i don't think either of them would mourn.

Simply fill their time with the next mission at hand.

Doc could kill hank. They've been under his knife often enough. It wouldn't stick, sure, but he's very much capable of sending them back to the Other place, at least once.

Hank could absolutely kill doc. There's very little stopping them. All it would take is a single hand around his neck and one good squeeze.

But they don't.

They don't, and neither does he. Because at the end of the day, both of them benefit more when the other is alive.

Mutualism.

... Anyways uh hank is a cuddler. With how fucked up their nerves must be, i bet most of their sense of touch is straight up just pain. Which would be be a bigger deal, except. Doc has access to heavy-duty painkillers. How can you not, in some odd way, love the guy that makes the pain go away, even for a bit ?

[vashvenus]

★ミ leather indulgence

synopsis: a long day of traversing the desert is rewarded by your companions niceties in the form of depravity; his boot between your legs.

contains: fem/afab reader, boot worship, vash hands out praise like crazy, and just tender love.

sand, dust, and heat. the cling of clothes that likely should’ve been thrown away a month ago to your damp skin merely collecting and sticking the grains of sand upon your form; unpleasant. rays of sunshine unmerciful but only fended off from those same tattered pieces of cloth hanging off your body. if you were honest, laying down and simply letting the worms consume you didn’t sound all that bad though your companion would’ve instead hauled you up with a grin and assured you the next town was close. his definition of close seemed to be far from yours if the desolate horizon meant anything. eyes squinted and trained on his back to just focus on taking step after step, you cursed yourself for not bringing more water. if nothing else at least it was impossible to lose him with how he stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the dunes. bright red and thrumming with a sort of life you wish you were even somewhat comparable to; foolish, he’d call you. something to the tune of you being worth more than he would pass his lips and you’d roll your eyes in response. ‘how self deprecating,’ you turned the words over in your head. for a man so riddled with guilt he sure never dulled his glow to you. though unrelenting with hot torture, you knew you’d long for the warmth when night fell and a chill crossed your bones. the cold of the dark never failed to leave you desperate and you were sure the next town was far enough that you’d be left to camp outside instead. not that you totally minded, the stars are rather glorious and the intimate moments of being curled up side by side lit your heart on fire. you huffed.

“struggling back there?” he tossed a teasing but somewhat apologetic smile over his shoulder, “we can take a break if you need.” to which you groaned. always putting you first, it was rare you’d take him up on the kind offers. consider it a form of repayment for how he takes bullets for you to not overindulge in his selflessness. yet, your strength was dwindling so ultimately you agreed.

settling side by side beneath the shade casted by a cliffside, your head found its way to be rested against his arm. he patted your skull with a chuckle and hummed an unfamiliar but comforting tune. panting lightly, you mumbled some sort of thanks that vash brushed off as nothing more than looking out for you. something about best friends though you both knew your relationship extended beyond such a trivial description but without a formal title. lovers almost. your eyelids felt heavy with exhaustion and fighting off sleep became harder. as much as you tried, the inevitable came and you dozed off comfortable as ever against your best friend. he didn’t bother waking you, opting instead to enjoy the comfort of your body against his as if starved of connection; true. he is starved of even the mildest of affection though he’d die before admitting such needs to even the wind. ‘i don’t deserve it,’ or such other nonsense. he deserves the sun, sky, and stars.

jerking awake, the sky was tinted orange towards the end of daylight. you grunted from the pain in your neck due to the painful positioning of your nap and vash brought his hand to massage the muscle without you even asking. his fingers wandered the skin, working out the muscle and behind for the simple pleasure of being close to you. the small moments of skin ship kept his heart beating and smile alive by the power of love he kept locked inside. he moved to set up an unusually lazy camp and sat atop a rock to make a fire for whatever canned food you both had left. a pitiful dinner but food in your stomach nonetheless; a priority in these times. you yawed and moved from the ground to weasel yourself between his legs though seated on the ground with your back against the rock and head leaned onto his lower stomach. vash huffed out a laugh but played with your hair as the food simmered in the cans, fire blazing. the flames seemed to lick the lowering sun as if desperate to become one and you wondered which one you’d both personify as. vash, as bright as the sun with the determination of the fire. you, with what he’d say is the beauty of the star and warm love of the flame or something equally as cheesy. you hummed a sort of replication of what he had before you slept.

metal cooled and with bent spoons, you both scarfed down the combination of beans paired with nuts and dry bread. nothing fancy but it tasted heavenly compared to starving surrounded by nothing but barren land. with a full stomach, you tilted your head back to look at vash with his mouth still full of bread. his expression of curiosity mixed with embarrassment from his cheeks full of food, you smiled and swallowed back the urge to poke at him and coo over how cute he looks. he muttered a small, ‘what?,’ before swallowing to which you merely shrugged. sometimes you just wanted to admire your handsome companion before you both inevitably had to tuck in for the night. his face most certainly is a sight for sore eyes and, by whatever god was out there, you needed it. he shifted and finished up his meal before standing and hopping over you like some childish game of leap frog, his coat smacking you over the head a million different times. you sputtered and he cackled.

stomping on the fire to put it out and throwing the garbage somewhere in the depths of his far too large backpack, he moved to remove his coat and settle in with you for the night. halting him with a tug to one of many straps adorning his legs, you put on your best puppy dog eyes to beg him to let you continue resting against him as you had moments before. vash hesitated but ultimately is incapable of denying you anything, sliding back onto the rock and tugging on one of your ears in false annoyance. you wrapped your arms around one of his lanky legs with a satisfied smile, cozying up to the limb. he shuffled a bit to move his leg between yours, allowing a more comfortable position for you to cling onto him much like a needy child. his heel now pressed against your most sensitive spots, you stiffened before relaxing again, brushing it off as an accident though he didn’t move again to remove the pressure. face slightly flushed, you wiggled a bit in attempt to relieve the suddenly intimate positioning though you couldn’t go anywhere and you could swear you felt him press closer. a mumble of his name was met with a upturned hum.

“somethin wrong?” and he’s so casual about the situation as if the creaking leather of his boots isn’t shoved right against your core. he shifts again, pressing harder and moving to lean over you with one brow raised. his gentle smile borders on teasing and pitiful towards your flushed and confused face; something he’d remember. a brush of fingers moving your hair paired alongside a soft coo of something to the tune of ‘poor thing,’ and he’s rubbing his heal into you for real now. you gasp out, squeezing his calf in your hands as he rubs your neck soothingly and continues the gentle grinding against you. “feels good right? you’re so pretty,” and he sighs out with something so loving, “i’ll help you really relax. you’ve been working so hard for me all this time, it’s only fair right? need to make you understand my thanks, mayfly.” with that you’re slowly making up the courage to grind into his boot as well in earnest.

vash leans over you further, body encompassing you between his legs and torso, both equally as long. you’re tugging at the complicated straps of his leg wear and pushing into the slow movements he’s built up with a sort of repressed desperation. the movements are enough to have your head spinning. sure, your relationship was complex between the looks you’d share and copious skin ship but this was new. the sexual intimacy was new though not unwelcome and your processed it mentally through small whimpers and gasps of his name.

“this feels good right?” his insecurities leak through even in your vulnerable state and you’d love nothing more than to soothe him with a long ramble about how everything he does feels good but you’re too caught up in the feelings as he pushes you closer to your end. “i love making you feel good, mayfly. against my boots too,” and he longs for you, “so filthy for a girl so precious.” vash bends to kiss the top of your head, soaking up your needy keens laced with love. he’d spend hours, a lifetime, here with you like this if the world didn’t need him. he moves his leg to press where the leather ends below his knee to the side of your face, heel still working against you. “lean on me, use me to feel good,” he’s practically begging with all the power in the world even as he holds you as fragile as glass, dominating in a pillow soft way. vash works you closer and closer, his praise flowing free with kisses littering your skull. he eases you into your climax; tender. your eyes are splattered with stars, your back arching and giving into his unique form of pleasure. an orgasm that built so slow and pretty taking over you with the strength of a million suns. he’s sighing as if he was the one that came and moving to lift his leg, boot wet from how you soaked through and lifting his heel to your face. “clean up after yourself, mayfly.”

your tongue meets the surface, the tang of your own juices combining with remaining dust and the musk of leather. moaning against the material, vash cards a hand through your hair mumbling various praises in a reverent form. you lick and suck at the leather and metal till you’re sure it’s cleaner than new.

“lets sleep now, yeah? we can do something more organized in the next hotel, mayfly.”

[bloodlessbhaalbabe]

The Gorsimp Chronicles – Chapter 6

Gortash x Tav | Explicit

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Fic is written in turns by @bearhugsandshrugs and me! Dividers indicate POV changes.

Enver’s eyes fluttered open with the sunlight hitting him square in the face. He had no idea how long he had been asleep for, but seeing as the sun was high in the sky it had been several hours. He sat up in bed and rolled his neck and shoulders, still a little stiff from the night before, but exponentially better. He then sucked in a deep breath and sighed, the wheezing had passed and while the bruises on his torso were turning a yellowish-green color, there was only a slight pull of pain as he twisted himself around to stretch. He glanced down at his hands where the only thing leftover from his cuts were some light pink lines that would surely fade. 

He vaguely remembered Tav waking him up to feed him potion earlier and the feeling of a solid warmth wrapped around him for hours thereafter. He assumed it was the potion, but from the way the sheets were messed up behind him, he smiled to himself at the thought of Tav’s arms enveloping him while he rested. 

There was slight shuffling in the room next door and a murmur of sobs. Enver hopped out of bed and swiftly entered the main room of the apartment. Tav was hunched over with her foot in her lap. Enver quietly took a few tentative steps forward before her dripping foot came into view. Immediately, he was on his knees in front of her. 

“My dear, Tav, couldn’t we have one day where one of us isn’t inflicted with wounds,” he said trying to distract her from the glass shard in her foot. He brought up a hand to wipe her tears, not commenting on them, and turned his focus to the shard. “This is what happens when you don’t let a professional clean up. Something always gets missed.” 

He saw Tav’s eyes switch from being in pain to fury, as she opened her mouth to reply, he pulled the shard out from her foot and pressed the towel against her heel. 

“I didn’t mean that, I am grateful for your help. I needed only to distract you,” Enver said. This was the least cocky and kindest he had ever been. It was the very least he could do considering how much he put Tav through over the past few days. 

Tav’s mouth hung open before she laughed in disbelief. “Who are you and what have you done with Enver Gortash?”, she asked, chuckling, before nodding weakly. With a quieter voice, she added: “Thank you.” 

The foot still hurt, and bled, and all she had was that stupid towel, so she pressed it against the wound, flinching from the pain. “I wanted to make breakfast”, she mumbled, “but now I’m scared that the leftovers have glass in them.” The towel was getting soaked red, and when she tried to find a different part of it to press onto the wound, she saw that she’d grabbed the wrong, dirty one, instead of the fresh one she’d prepared. 

Another sob fought its way out of her throat but she swallowed it down. “Can you get me the stuff that I used to clean your wounds last night?”, she asked. “It should still be in the bathroom.”

Enver tutted after Tav once she explained how she got wounded. “I’m not worth this amount of effort. I should be treating you to breakfast. My injuries be damned,” he said. He followed her eyes to the towel and grimaced at the towel filling with blood. 

He stood up as soon as she finished her request and without another word grabbed her the items in the bathroom  and brought them back. He then walked back into his room, pulled on clean clothes and a pair of slippers, and grabbed his coin bag. 

“Your wound is deep and I am assuming I drank the only potion you had. I don’t believe a simple bandage is going to stop the blood. I shall visit the apothecary and be back momentarily.” 

Before Tav could argue, he walked back over to her, hesitated a moment, but then pressed his lips against her forehead, just like she did for him when he was injured, and walked out the door without another word. Once the door closed behind him, he shuddered and frowned. He hated how much he enjoyed taking care of her and how sweet they were being. He wondered if he would ever get used to it. If Tav would stay long enough for him to get used to it. 

He shook his head and descended the steps and jogged his way over to the apothecary down the street. 

Tav briefly wondered if she’d given him the right potion, or if something had been mixed into. Something that changed one’s personality? Did potions like that exist? She scratched her head in confusion before cleaning the wound, cursing under her breath at the way she winced at even the lightest touch against the cut. 

Well, at least he’s still dramatic, Tav thought, because she could have told him immediately that no potion was necessary, merely a bit of continued pressure and a tight bandage. Doing just that after she was done cleaning her heel, it took a few minutes until the bleeding slowed down and eventually stopped. It would hurt for a few more days, and she’d likely not walk as easily as she usually would, but she wasn’t in the mood to go out anyway. All of… this  had been more than enough action for her. 

Gods, he should have gotten breakfast instead of a potion, Tav sighed in frustration, remembering that there was a bakery just across the street. She’d give anything for a croissant now. Or a warm loaf of bread… or… 

Making sure the bandages were tight and nothing would bleed out of them, she got up from the couch, limping towards the bedroom. She’d just put on her clothes and quickly go down to grab food. It should be easy, right? Bending down to pick up her pants, all of her plans dissolved when she heard the door open again. 

Enver waltzed back into the apartment shortly after. A few potions in hand, just in case, with a long loaf of bread tucked under his arm and a small selection of meats and cheeses in a sack. He looked at the couch and then over at Tav frozen and limping her way to the bedroom. He sighed and made his way over to her, tossing the items a good distance onto the bed, and picked Tav up over his shoulder. She let out a surprised yelp and smacked his back to put her down. 

“You’ve been adventuring for months and live in an inn, and I bet you still make your bed every day. Let someone else take care of you for once,” Enver tossed Tav onto the bed next to the potions and food. “You got mad at me yesterday for taking control and pleasing you, which I know wasn’t the point of the evening, but for fucks sake take something off of your plate.” 

Enver grabbed the potion and put it in her hand. “Drink.” 

Tav did as she was told, staring at him the entire time she gulped down the remedy. When she was done, she handed him the empty bottle back. “Happy?”

She adjusted the pillows, crossed her arms, and let her body fall back as she pouted, unsure what to make of it. 

But she had to ask.

Sounding almost shy and definitely needy, she mumbled: “Did you… bring food?”

Enver dropped the bottle into his little bag of holding and plopped down onto the bed next to her. “Deliriously happy,” he replied with a slight twinge of annoyance at her pout.

Gortash grabbed the loaf of bread and tossed it in her direction before digging in his bag and pulling out two paper wrapped items, cheese and meat. He turned to her, one leg propped up onto the bed and placed it by her side. Lastly, he grabbed a dagger and a couple of apples, and pulled off a slice before popping it in his mouth. 

“Of course I did,” he replied, “I’ll always provide for you. You needn’t worry about that.” He grumbled the last part and handed her the dagger so she could slice up her own serving. He had a feeling she’d bite off a finger if he tried to do anything more. 

This interaction reminded him of how they behaved around each other pre-netherbrain. On edge, witty banter, and a load of tension in the room. He missed it. 

“Provide for me?”, Tav chuckled gently. “Don’t get on your knees next Enver, I reckon they’re still quite sore from last night, potion or not.”

She bit into the bread without any cheese or meat, just hungry for anything to put into her mouth, and only when she swallowed down the first bite did she start cutting off some cheese. Changing her mind, she grinned up at him. 

“Or actually, do. You looked good on your knees.”

“I’ve been on my knees quite a bit lately for you,” Enver mused as he leaned back onto the bed, pulling the bread loaf out of her hands and looking at the big bite she took out of it.. “Such an animal you are.” 

He smirked, then took his own bite of the loaf. “There was the alleyway, when you had me waiting for you for nearly an hour naked, and then again a moment ago as I tended to your wounded foot. I do see a trend about me providing for you in a multitude of ways. Most of them are quite favorable.” He said while intermittently chewing, mouth full. He gave Tav a shit-eating grin at her disgusted face. 

Tav raised an eyebrow, confused. “Wait. You waited here for an hour?” That wasn’t on her. She’d been on time.

She saw him roll his eyes as a response, but she couldn’t help but giggle, chewing down more of the bread with the cheese slices she’d cut off. It was delicious and she hummed happily.

“Besides, it’s not like I didn’t also spend quite some time on my knees last night.” She recalled the time it had taken her to clean his mess, but she was intent on not sounding sour or argumentative about it. So she made sure her tone was flirty when she added: “What a pity you missed that.��

Enver turned his head to look at her, his brow furrowed. “Last I recall that incident only occurred because you had up and left with no explanation. I wouldn’t say it was your fault, but I definitely could have had you on your knees cleaning up my mess in an entirely different way if you stayed.” Enver gave her a sly grin. “Perhaps, then it could have been you that finished out my punishment instead of some beefcake idiot hellbent on revenge.” 

Enver rolled the apple between his fingers before taking a bite and looked up at the ceiling. A pungent waft of air hit Enver in the face and he lifted up his shirt and sniffed himself, then  leaned over and sniffed Tav. 

“And also it would have prevented you from smelling like old meat and sweat,” He teased. He sat up and threw off his own shirt. He walked over to the bathroom and opened the funnel for water to start trickling into the bathtub. He placed his apple in his mouth as he fetched two large pots and stuck them under the flow of water. He brought them over the wood burning stove and leaned against the counter waiting for them to come to a boil. 

When Enver lived alone he didn’t see the need to expend the energy to bathe that often – seeing as he didn’t expel that much energy being a duke. Despite it being significantly easier when you had butlers and maids to do this heavy lifting for him, he hated being on someone else’s time table. He wanted that instant gratification of getting exactly what he needed when he wanted it. But Enver loved a bath. Especially when it came to the extravagant tub he once had. The one he has now is big enough for two people, but had nothing magical about it to make it easier to use. 

He recalled the on demand hot water of the hells and silently wished for that to become a common thing in all households. If there was one good thing about living within the House of Hope it was that it was one of the better structures he was forced to live in with hot baths, a plush bed, and food whenever Raphael wasn’t around. 

Enver thought about the amount of gold he stashed in his bank. Hundreds of thousands saved up during his short time as duke. Most of his expenses were paid for by the city, so each payment he was able to store away in case he needed it. He thought about how easy it could be to hire someone to cook and clean for him full-time if he wanted. He thought about leaving Baldur’s Gate and going up to Neverwinter or Waterdeep so he didn’t have to live in fear of being ambushed every time he left the house. He had more than enough money to last the rest of his life even if he lived lavishly. 

He stayed in the city for Tav, of course. He wasn’t positive if she had stayed after his funeral, but he had hoped. 

After 15 minutes, the water was boiling. He tossed the apple core onto the counter and grabbed some pot holders and carefully lugged one of the large containers of boiling water into the bathroom and poured it into the lukewarm water that was collected. He repeated this motion with the second boiling pot of water. After mixing it altogether, testing water for the perfect temperature, he walked out and finally looked back at Tav. 

“So can you walk now or shall I carry you into the tub?” Enver asked as he kicked off his shoes. 

Tav was so taken aback by his audacity that she sat there in silence all while he prepared a bath. Whatever sweetness had inhabited him earlier, it had definitely left again. While he prepared the bath she carefully checked her foot, taking note of how the potion had already healed up the cut, only a tender pink dent remaining for now.

She could walk again. If she wanted to, she could leave.

The thought took hold as her heart still raced from the anger over his words. The way he managed to twist everything to his liking… it pissed her off, so much. He needed to be in a constant state of control, even about the narrative, even about her perceived emotions, and when she realized that she chuckled bitterly to herself. No. He would not get away with that again.

Of course she’d known that he was an asshole – and if she was honest she loved that about him – but witnessing all of that, the parts she’d never seen during their significantly less private encounters before, was something else. He was right though: More punishment was in order. Only this time she’d be damned if she let him know what she was doing until he was right in the middle of it.

“What a great way to flirt”, Tav sighed as she stood up, pulling her shirt over her head, and she saw his gaze fall onto her body immediately. “Blaming me for your anger issues first, the fact that you got beat up second, and telling me I smell third. You have an exceptional way with words. Besides, you're likely smelling yourself, but I'm at least kind enough to not say anything." 

Walking past him she took off her remaining clothes, only stopping briefly to step out of her panties. He stood there, forehead in creases like the smug bastard that he was, and for some reason that spurned her on even more. 

“You said you wanted to make it up to me”, she continued, tone a challenge, carefully climbing into the tub, facing him. The water was perfect, and she let her body slide under, wetting her hair, before she came back up and spread her arms on the edges of the tub.  Tav looked at him expectantly and she did her best to sound as mockingly as possible. “Or was that lousy attempt at bickering all you got?”

“If I didn’t like how you challenged and berated me, I highly doubt you’d still be here,” Enver said while his eyes slid down her body. He bit his bottom lip and smirked at the stunning figure before him. Tav knew what she was doing. Gortash was already weak for her fully clothed, but her naked form made him want to get on his hands and knees and pray at her altar. She is more stunning than any goddess and her body demanded to be worshiped.  

Before embarrassing himself further by immediately getting hard, he busied himself by rummaging through his cabinets. He pulled out various glass bottles filled with expensive soaps, salves, and everything in between and placed them next to the tub. 

He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms debating on whether or not he would join her as she climbed in and wet her hair. The water flowed down her face and chest after submerging herself. 

Enver rolled his eyes and huffed as though he was being asked to do the most unreasonable request of tending to his beloved, and he shoved off his trousers, kicking them to the side. He moved to Tav’s side of the tub and gently moved her forward so he could settle in behind her with Tav in between his legs. He brought some water up to his head with his hands and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back away from his forehead. He noticed the way Tav hesitated to lean back against him. He slowly wrapped his arms around her from behind and placed a chaste kiss on her shoulder. 

“Indulge me a minute longer before I make it up to you?” He asked, he felt her relax slightly and he pulled her back into his chest. He let himself sink further into the tub with his head resting against the side. An odd, yet comfortable silence drifted into the room. 

Tav closed her eyes and breathed slowly, trying to calm herself. He felt so good against her body, and he was surprisingly gentle. She knew he could be charming, but today, right now, it was testing her patience. 

Their dynamic had been so different just moments ago. He had told her he enjoyed their banter, but the moment she laid out a challenge before him, he pulled away and changed the rules again. Why was he like that? Was all of this a game to him? Despite his insistence that he would give her everything, yet again, he couldn’t even give her what she wanted, even if she articulated it so clearly. He said he’d make it up to her two nights ago in the alley, yesterday morning, last night, and again this morning, but there hadn’t been a lot of making up. Instead, what had been there were fights, and sex, and him constantly getting what he wanted. 

She rolled her eyes. Enough of that, she thought. 

Pulling away from him she sat up in the large tub, then turned her body around. He had closed his eyes and rested his head on the side, but looked up with a question on his lips when she turned on her stomach. 

“I don’t think I will”, she said, responding to his rhetorical question before moving in to kiss him. Her hands pulled his head forward while she leaned into him, her chest and stomach pressing against his. The kiss wasn’t tender, because Tav was tired of waiting to get what she wanted. She bit his lip, not hard enough to draw blood but strong enough to hurt, and he grunted into her mouth. Her tongue was greedy against his, so were her lips, and she let her hands wander freely across his body, dragging down his throat to his chest, flush between their bodies. Between their legs she could feel him harden, and she reached down to wrap her hand around his length, giving him a few pumps before she cradled his balls in her hand. 

“I’m done waiting”, she murmured against his kisses, “Aren’t you?”

Enver’s eyes widened when she turned around and grabbed at his face. He all but gasped as he was pulled forward against her lips making a small ‘Mmph!’ noise as their mouths collided, but he quickly melted under her touch, kissing her back fervently. Her teeth, sharp against his lip, pulled out a short grunt of pain which only sent a rush of heat down to his groin. 

Water spilled over the edge of the tub as she pressed herself closer. One of his palms cupped her jaw and held the back of her head. Their tongues playfully danced against one another. He moaned softly as a hand dove between his legs and tended to his hardening cock and massaged his balls. Despite his eyelids being closed, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. 

He gasped against Tav’s lips and nodded pathetically, already putty in Tav’s hands. He wasn’t sure what angle Tav was playing, but if she kept touching him and kissing him like this he’d let her do anything she wanted. 

He felt Tav squeeze his balls tightly in her grip and then tug. One of his hands gripped the edge of the tub as he groaned both in pain and in pleasure. His eyes shot open to look at her. His pupils were blown out in pleasure, and he eyed her curiously to see what her next move was. 

Tav knew that they were in the tub to clean up. She knew. She just didn’t care. Enver was all but melting into her touch, and she was in disbelief at how easy this was. She’d expected more resistance, more back talk, more… anything. But instead he leaned into her and groaned, staring at her with wide eyes. 

Tav considered her options – staying in control was crucial. She wouldn’t be surprised by him again, or interrupted, or any other bullshit idea he came up with at any given time simply to feel better about himself. Indulging herself in one last kiss she sighed before moving her mouth to his throat, sucking on his skin so hard he moaned, his voice vibrating against her lips. Tav repeated that a few times, making sure he’d have some memories marked down on his skin and his stupid low cut neckline that he usually wore; all while stroking him slowly, deliberately dragging out the pleasure he would get from it, even though his hips had started to move against her hand. 

She moved her mouth even further down yet, down his collarbone near the waterline, and she took one deep breath before bringing her head underwater. She hadn’t done this in a while, admittedly, but she dug her nails into his legs and waist, holding onto him so her lips could close around his cock, taking him into her mouth as she held her breath with concentration. 

Fuck, she thought, this better be worth it. Drowning like this would be embarrassing. 

For once, Enver was at a loss of words, afraid that if he opened up his dumb mouth she would stop. The way she mouthed at his skin, nipping and pulling to mark him up, it was needy and hungry. He didn’t understand how the very thing she wanted seemed to be pleasing him because it pleased her? He met her eyes as she smirked and sucked in a deep breath before plunging her head underwater. In an instant, her lips were wrapped around his cock and sucking him all the way down his shaft. 

He gathered her hair in his hands and pulled it back so he could see the way she bobbed her head underwater. He was grateful she likely couldn’t hear the whimper he made as he hit the back of her throat and swallowed. Her teeth slowly grazed the underside of his cock on her ascent. He didn’t hold her down or pull her up. He found himself relaxing under her ministrations. Her hands tightly gripping onto his hips and thighs, holding herself down. His mouth fell open in a pant as a tightness pulled in his lower belly. He wasn’t sure how long she could hold her breath – unsure if she wanted him to come now or to edge him. This uncertainty drove him nuts and he bit back the urge to pull her off of his cock at the risk of her doing something drastic. 

Tav’s lungs burned and she knew she had to come up for air, so she let go of him and pulled herself up, gasping in a deep breath with a grin as soon as her eyes focused on Enver. The way his mouth hung open and his body had relaxed into the tub told her all she needed to know. 

“So”, she smirked, “You said something about making it up to me?”

His chest heaved with each pant as he looked at her, already wrecked. His cock ached for more, anything she had to offer would suffice. The way her lips reddened from the friction of them dragging against his skin. He brought a hand up to cup to cheek, his thumb dragged over her bottom lip and huffed out a breathless laugh. 

“Anything you want. Name it,” he said with dumb, blind confidence. Her wish was his command. Somehow she always knew how to do the very thing to get him wound tightly around her pretty little finger. 

Oh, now he was exactly where she had wanted him. She was curious to see how he would react, but also a little nervous. He’d been… moody, to say the least. Sensitive. Quick to anger. And not exactly reasonable. 

But she wanted to try, and she wanted him to try. So she pulled back and pushed her wet hair out of her face, trying to kneel inside the tub as much as she could between his legs. 

“Dedication”, she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. “And humility.” 

Enver stared at her, mouth opening and closing and opening and closing several times, before he let out a confused huff. 

“That’s what I want”, Tav added, smiling as innocently as she could. “And because those concepts are probably foreign to you, let me explain what I mean.” 

She saw his brows furrow in disappointment, but she wasn’t done. “I’m going to leave you to your mind and memories of me”, she looked down at his cock before she met his gaze again, “And tomorrow evening I’ll come back. And you” –she brought her index finger to his chest, pushing against where his heart was beating– “will make it up to me. Whether you’re taking me out, or we’re staying here, or we’re leaving the city, I do not care. You’re gonna think of something nice, and it’s going to be something that I like, not you, and you’re going to spoil me, and you’re going to do whatever I want.”

She stood up to get out of the tub. Looking down at him, she raised her eyebrows. “Do you think you can do that and keep your word?”

He frowned and resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her patronizing comment. Was that it? A little dedication and humility? If he could dedicate his entire life to getting himself into a position of power and be consistently humbled at the various downfalls, he was more than prepared to provide the same for Tav – if the end goal was for him to allow for a bit more power when it came to their relationship. Or whatever this was? Not a relationship, but some sort of game, surely. He thought. A game he could play with ease.

He leaned back against the tub and rested his elbows on the side. He cocked his head as he looked at Tav trying to read her to see if he could gauge what her goal was. Did she want to humiliate him? Did she want to use him? She already stated she had no desire for whatever he offered her monetarily and yet here she is asking to be spoiled. Was it just to be given to her on her terms? He blinked up at her, letting this all marinate in his mind. 

“So you’re leaving… again. To show up the next day… to be spoiled…” He said slowly, Tav crossed her arms and waited for him to agree. She was asking him for his patience, but that didn’t mean she was going to readily give him hers. “My dear, I’m starting to see a pattern, but   very well if this is your desire, then I live to please.” 

His comment was dripping with sarcasm. He wasn’t thrilled to be left alone again, but he clenched his jaw and sighed. 

“Am I to edge myself again so I’m prepped and ready for you when you arrive?” He couldn’t help but let out his annoyance now before he held back the following day. He looked away at his cock already softening and sank more into the tub. 

“Gods, Enver, you’re such an idiot”, Tav sighed, stepping out of the tub. “Which is remarkable, considering how smart you are.” 

She shook her head. “But hey. I’ll amend my offer. I can stay. We can fuck. I’ll treat you well, I’ll give you anything you want and then some.” She saw his eyes light up at that, and she quietly reiterated how stupid he was in her mind. “And then I’ll leave, and all of this is done, and you can file it away as a good time.”

She stood in front of the tub, drops of water rolling down her skin. “Or you can agree to what I proposed, and we’ll see each other again, even after that – but honestly…” She took a deep breath in. “Fix your fucking attitude.”

Enver sighed again, but this time with resignation and sat up to lean toward the edge of the tub, both his arms hanging over the edge. He let his fingers gently brush against the outside of her thigh while looking up at her. “As much as I would love to take you to bed and fuck you senseless… I–... Will be patient… For you.” 

He took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. A charming smirk and glint of mischief in his eyes, his default state. 

“I like you, Tav,” He said almost as if it pained him to say it. Almost as if he had never admitted any feelings to anyone before. “I’d like for you to stay, not tonight… but maybe tomorrow and however long thereafter.” 

Enver stood up and stepped out of the tub. He grabbed Tav a towel and handed it to her, then wrapped a towel around his own waist, his half hard cock still pushing against the fabric. 

“Besides there’s nothing worse than fucking someone who is doing it out of pity. You already said you’re not a whore, so I’d rather not have you treat me like one,” He said quickly. It was meant to be a compliment in his own way. An attempt at stating he respected her more as a partner than he would anyone else. 

Tav’s heart beat in her throat when he said he liked her, and she was glad she was standing far away enough from him that he didn’t hear her heart pound like a drum. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards into a grin, and she couldn’t help but giggle knowing they would see each other again. 

But one thing she wanted to correct: “Don’t get me wrong”, she leaned up to him to whisper in his ear, her fingers running through his chest hair. “I would absolutely love to fuck you and there would be nothing, and I do mean nothing, pitiful about it.” She planted a kiss on his cheek, knowing if she’d kiss his lips she likely wouldn’t have it in her to leave. 

Quickly retreating from his proximity she grabbed her clothes, putting them back on even if they smelled – damn, tomorrow she needed to bring more than one outfit – and she gave him a genuine smile before she turned to leave. “I’m excited for tomorrow”, Tav beamed, and she had to force herself not to be too giddy. He shouldn’t think he already had her, after all. 

“Same time?”, she asked before leaving, and he mumbled his agreement from across the room. And then, she was gone.

Enver had goosebumps rise onto his skin as she whispered in his ear and trailed her fingers through his chest hair. A rumbling chuckle bubbled out from his chest, “I mean, there’s still time for a quick, non-pity fuck.” 

Tav let out a small snort of laughter and shook her head before grabbing her things and leaving. 

Enver stood and looked at the door for a long while before the water droplets from his hair trickled down his back. Brown water descended his chest from the leftover dried blood in his hair. He dropped the towel and slid back into the water to give himself a good quick scrub all over to fully clean all of the blood, dirt, and grime from his scalp, skin, and nails. When he was satisfied, he drained the tub and dried off. 

Enver grabbed the leftover loaf of bread on the bed and took a bite out of it, chewing thoughtfully as he paced, naked, across his apartment. 

“Dedication and humility,” he said aloud to no one but himself, “and I have to spoil her by doing things she would like to do?” 

Enver realized this game he thought he could easily win was not as easy as he had hoped. As cheesy as it was to continuously think, Tav wasn’t like any other woman he had bedded. Anything that others would have swooned over had been met with an eye roll. It had to be good, but not too good because anything overly extravagant would make it seem like it was trying too hard to get on her good side. But if it was something simple then it would be as if he didn’t think Tav was worth trying hard enough. 

Enver pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and walked out onto his terrace then looked down at the window of Tav’s room in the Elfsong. He took another bite of the bread loaf as she walked in front of the window, not glancing up in his direction. He knew she could feel his eyes on her as she disrobed. He leaned against the marble ledge and watched as she disappeared around the corner. 

He was fucked, and not in the way he hoped, if he didn’t come up with something worthwhile. Enver moved over to the plush, lounging chair and propped his feet up, hoping something would come to him in time.  A foreign concept indeed, he thought as he reveled in the challenge that awaited him. Winning over Tav’s heart.

[steddiejudas]

STWG Daily Drabble 2/16/24

Prompt: napping

this very nearly gets spicy but Eddie is just an eepy guy, anyway warning for a glimpse of daddy and breeding kink

“Where is she?” Eddie says, bursting through the door like a madman, crouching down with arms outstretched for his mini-me.

“‘Hi sweetheart, I can’t believe I’ve been gone for a week, I missed you so much,’” Steve mutters from the couch. He pushes his book aside and sends Eddie his best attempt at a withering glare over his glasses, but that look lost all its heat in ‘86 when Steve used it enough to last a lifetime, dragging Eddie’s ass through physical therapy.

Eddie’s smile warms as he drops down on the couch next to his heart, pulling him into the embrace they’ve both been missing like a lost limb.

“Hi sweetheart,” he says, pushing Steve’s bangs away from his forehead so he can leave a kiss right between his eyes. “I can’t believe I’ve been gone for a week. I missed you so much.” He says it so earnestly, it hurts, and Steve melts into him, holding on to Eddie like a lifeline.

“She’s napping,” Steve whispers from the space he’s built himself in the crook of Eddie’s neck, his home. “Just went down, so, we’ve got a couple hours.”

“Oh? And was there potentially something you wanted to do with that time?”

Steve blushes, and Eddie is hit with the thought that it is really such a treat that after years of fighting and recovery, fighting again, but this time just to find a place in the world, and now a 3 year old who has made all the pain worth it in the end, Steve still gets a little shy asking for what he wants.

“I just thought, well maybe if we try really hard… I know we never got it to stick, but I think we could try again.”

Eddie can feel his grin bordering on manic. “Oh, sweetheart. You want to be good for me? Let daddy make you feel good and fill you up, see if we can’t put a baby in you this time?”

“Yes! Please, daddy, can we?”

“Well since you asked so nicely, baby.”

Eddie stands without releasing his hold on Steve’s waist. Steve has to jump up a bit to wrap his legs around Eddie’s waist, nearly knocking his forehead into Eddie’s nose in the process, but for all the awkward limbs and narrowly avoided bloody noses, they’re laughing through it all the same, just happy to be back in each other's arms.

In their bedroom, thankfully soundproofed so they don’t wake the child, Eddie drops Steve onto the mattress with a heavy thud. He takes his time crawling up his partner’s picturesque physique, softened by fatherhood, but no less beautiful, lavishing attention at every spot of soft skin he can get his mouth on.

Until he reaches his neck and slows down to kiss and nip, leaving marks much lighter than they once used to claim each other with. Steve is a teacher now, and Eddie couldn’t be more proud, if only a little disappointed that he has to make sure any marks he leaves are coverable by his shirt or at least concealer now. It’s in the warmth and safety of Steve’s pulse, thrumming hard in his neck, that the exhaustion of the day hits Eddie all at once. He’s been traveling home from meetings with his publishing company, followed by two days of panels at San Diego Comic-Con since late last night, catching a red eye in the hopes of making it home for breakfast with Little One, just to stumble into his flight having been detoured, a four hour layover and a connecting flight nearly doubling his travel time.

“Eddie?” Steve asks softly. Eddie doesn’t stir, just huffs soft breaths into his skin.

Steve smiles fondly, wills his boner to calm the fuck down and pulls the blankets up around them. A nap it is, then.

Later, when Little One has decided sleep is for the weak, she’ll run into their bedroom, screaming in excitement at Eddie’s return. Steve will watch in loving exasperation as Eddie scoops her up and returns her excitement tenfold, before going to make second breakfast for his little hobbit, since he missed the first.

[asks-n-trolls]

This doesnt have a title it's just the Xavier drabble. blushblush shyshy

Lmk if there's any triggers I should tag please!!

Characters: Xavier, Arveil, Sedris

[Doc]

Xavier thought there was no lonelier sight than that first sunrise, but a few dozen sweeps worth of them brought a whole new meaning to the word that clawed at the walls of his solitary confinement. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and be with those he loved again, but the second he got close to the door of his bedroom he felt this dreadful sharp pain, then flashes of that night came rushing back. 

Another quiet night in his room although now it looks much bigger, he’s trying to fall asleep but as soon as his eyes close, and he feels himself drift off to sleep he’s brought out of it by the distant sounds of a record start to play in the foyer and two all too familiar voices having a hushed conversation. Arveli and Sedris, two ‘servants’ Xavier’s ancestor had tasked with watching over him in his absence. 

He can’t recall what they were talking about, all he recalls is the embarrassment that washed over him when they caught him eavesdropping. They laughed it off and even invited him to join them in celebrating…what was it. A milestone maybe he couldn’t remember, but one thing he can't forget is how he felt that day. Happy. Truly happy, like he belonged for once, right here right now at this moment; Caste, Ancestry, Status. None of it mattered. He had friends - family that loved and cared for him. Everything felt in its place for once. His heart beating faster as he finally let himself be free, laugh and enjoy himself without the fear of an overbearing family monarch telling him he was being an embarrassment. 

It felt like hours had gone by. Xavier almost couldn't remember why he wanted to sleep so early to begin with, why rest when there was fun to be had right downstairs, but just as quickly as the fun started it began to come to an end. 

There it was again, the sharp pain in the pit of his stomach that was growing increasingly hard to ignore. He had let himself get swept away by the music and laughter, he had overlooked his very past due feeding time. That’s what he was trying to do, sleep it off. Deep down he knew it wasn’t possible, he knew he'd wake up at sunrise again and call that sketchy ‘doctor’ to drop off another shipment of blood, ill-gotten no doubt, but for now more than anything he was focused on leaving and getting as far from them as he could. 

Xavier tried his best to excuse himself, one hand placed on his stomach almost as if he was trying to calm it down somewhat, but it just grew angrier with him, sending more pain into his side causing him to trip on the very third step of the stairs, he would've fallen head first into the next step had it not been for the railing. Arveli rushed over, concern clear on her face as she ducked under his arm, careful to not disrupt his balance as she wrapped her arm around him from the other side. When she was sure she had a good hold on him, Arveli stood to get full height, taking the brunt of his weight up with her. It was there when he turned to thank her that it happened. 

Darkness. Ears ringing and the warm feeling of something dripping down his chin. The pain subsided, he felt strength return to his arms and legs, it was only then that he even realized he was holding on to something-no, someone they felt heavy, and their arms moved as if they were trying to push him away, but he could feel them grow weaker. Xavier's heart began to beat quickly as he grew increasingly scared, too scared to even open his eyes, yet he did and there she was. He didn’t know how long he was standing there holding her still, all that was certain was that she wasn’t moving anymore. Xavier didn’t know what to do, what to say, this is something a simple sorry couldn't fix. Sedris shoved him to the side and held his sister in his arms, placing a hand over the bite mark in her neck, trying to keep what little blood was left inside. Sedris screamed for Xavier to get help, but when he looked up, he was already gone. The door to his room slammed close. Xavier collapsed to the floor, out of breath and horrified at what he had just done.

He leaned against the door, hoping it would stop anyone from getting that close to him again. For everyone's sake.

[this-is-krikkit]

Hey Sunshine 💜💜💜

As I didn't annoy you yet today, I'm here to:

1/ remind you that I exist & I can be a pain in the ass in case you forgot 😈

2/ request 13 "Don't move" for the Drabble Prompts post 📝

3/ send you a hug 🫂

See ya!

Mwah 😘

VV !! 😏😉 thank you for the request 🤗

1/ i can't forget that you exist, i love you too much for that ♥️♥️ and you're never annoying 😘

2/ i technically don't have to honor that promise since my choice lost, but i couldn't resist writing it down anyway… and I'd already used that line before you even sent in the ask, so it feels like the stars were aligned for me to post whatever the f this is!!

3/ hugging you right back ♥️🥰 and i really hope you like this!!

send me prompts and i'll write a drabble

lingua (ao3 link)

Tags: modern au, nsfw, nsfw use of piercings, afab levi ackerman, amab hange zoë, t4t, trans levihan, don't like don't read, he/him pronouns for Levi, she/her pronouns for Hange, porn with feelings, don't do this at home (no really don't you're supposed to wait longer)

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"Hey, pretty boy," Hange singsongs under her breath when she enters Levi's studio, the entire one room apartment bathed in a gorgeous sunset orange at this late hour of the day.

As she predicted, he's still out cold from his previous night shift as a nurse, and she hesitates as she closes the door as quietly as possible. It's hard not to feel guilty at the thought of waking him up, but she's got two major excuses she thinks will make it worth it.

The first one is silly, idiotic even, and if Levi doesn't approve, will turn into a total disaster of a surprise.

The second is slightly embarrassing. Hange's historical thesis has been keeping her way too busy lately, and both money and the ER team schedule have been so tight that Levi has needed to work double the usual amount of additional hours, which resulted in them not seeing each other for over a couple of weeks now. And okay, she's got that other trivial mission in mind for tonight, but if she's being honest, this kind of a gap between shared moments simply isn't something she can stand for a day longer. It has been eating away at her for a solid week now, and she realized today that she just missed him to fucking much not to cut her afternoon studying session short, promising herself to start earlier tomorrow morning, and sneak into Levi's apartment –using the key he'd pretended to have forgotten at her place, barely two months into their still blossoming relationship.

She takes off her shoes and jacket, throwing them on his beloved worn out leather chair in the corner of the room, easily dismissing the twinge of worry she'd felt about the earful she's definitely going to get for that later, before she goes to lie down next to him on his sofa bed. She lightly brushes the longest strands of his hair away from his eyes and looks down at his gorgeous, peacefully sleeping face, unable to resist kissing him lightly on the nose and chuckling when it crinkles in reply.

"The fuck you doing here, Four-eyes?" he asks without opening his eyes, voice barely audible through its sleepy grogginess.

He sounds as angry and grumpy as he always would to a stranger's ear, but his arms wrap around her body and drag her on top of him anyway, his hands traveling up and down her back and lightly scratching along her spine like he knows she loves.

"Couldn't stand to be cooped up in my cave like a hermit anymore, so I decided to escape and come see my boyfriend," she replies, only pecking his lips once before sliding down to kiss her way to his neck.

She pauses there, inhaling his usual comforting scent and losing herself in the enticing warm drowsiness he's cocooned into and almost deciding to fall asleep here and there -when did she sleep last, again, anyway? she can't recall- but she's got something to do, so she tears herself away from this heavenly spot and drops kisses downards until she reaches the years old scars on his chest.

"Tch, I was sleeping. So annoying," Levi complains, even as his hips immediately roll and start seeking friction against Hange's body.

But she's got a plan, a serious plan to surprise him with that new piercing she's so psyched over, and not even her growing arousal will deter her from it, she mentally scolds herself -no matter how uncomfortable her jeans are starting to feel and how much parts of her are begging her to respond to his movements right now.

"Is this annoying?" she asks, wrapping her lips around one of his nipple and only letting the tip of her tongue wet it, before moving to play with the other one the exact same way.

"Yes, it is," Levi speaks up, sounding much more awake now, glaring down at her. "You know how much I hate it when you tease.”

Hange's brain comes up with a dozen counterexamples to that statement, but she lets it slide.

"Relax, babe," she chuckles, leaving another trail of kisses down his belly, "I've got a surprise for you."

She hooks her fingers in his underwear's elastic and slides it down his legs when he obediently lifts his hips up to help her out. She takes a moment to allow her hands to roam back up his limbs, marveling at the powerful muscles she can feel right under his skin.

"I don't like surprises," he lies again, just as Hange finally settles between his thighs, her short nails still digging into the skin of his hips as her mouth hovers over him.

"Oh, you don't?" she asks, faking surprise and feigning to go and unhook one of his legs like she's about to get away. "Never mind then, I'll go–

"Don't move," he warns, using the force of his legs to push on her back and keep her where she is.

Hange grins at the lust in his voice and lowers her face enough that her mouth can part his lower lips gently, and a low moan escapes her through the intimate kiss when she realizes how wet he is already.

"Damn, what were you dreaming about that got you so worked up?" she wonders against him.

She's not even really asking, not when he's already panting and he somehow tastes even better than she recalled, not when she has to stop herself from ruining her big reveal by eating him out like he deserves right now, by drinking every drop of fluid his body can produce to quench her thirst and make him writhe some more beneath her newly accessorized tongue.

"You, actually," Levi confesses, sounding almost as shy as he does out of breath.

He's staring straight down and into her eyes as he says it though, looking both terrified and determined to get his point across, and Hange really doesn't know how she manages to hold back when he's pulling this brutal honesty barely hiding a mountain of vulnerability act on her -the very one she knows is too soon to reveal how it makes her heart hammer in her chest every single time she witnesses it.

Still, she somehow succeeds in reigning it in, only swallowing thickly before she replies.

"Ha! Never heard you admit that before," she half jokes.

And it's not actually untrue. She knows the physical effect she has on him, she's seen, felt and tasted it before, but Levi's hasn't been very vocal about this stuff so far –not unless they're in the middle of it and his brain gets foggy enough that he starts blabbering barely audible affectionate words to her she thinks she'll never get enough of. He's an action over words guy, much better at conveying how much he likes the way she's now slowly pushing the tip of her tongue in and out of him by threading his fingers through her hair and pulling her even closer, much more comfortable with tilting his hips towards her to try and get more of the contact he so desperately craves right now than by begging out loud for it.

"So, that's the big –fuck– surprise?" he asks between moans he can't keep in, "you driving me mad by edging me like this for hours? Cause that's hardly fucking surpri–

Hange opens her mouth wider and, before he finishes his sentence and her nerves get the better of her, lets the flat of her tongue and the hard metal of her now thirteen days old piercing come in contact with Levi's clit, lightly but firmly stroking it.

Levi startles and yelps at the unusual feeling, tugging at her hair in shock, but Hange's hands settle his hips back down before he can move again.

"Easy, easy," she chuckles, and lifts her head up high enough to proudly show him her new toy. "That's the surprise! You like?"

He freezes on the spot and stares down at her in silence, mouth agape and eyes open wide, and some of her confidence starts to wear off.

"You don't?” she asks instead, much less enthusiastic suddenly. “Shit. I'm sorry I scared you. You know how long I've wanted one of these, and I just thought this would be a funny way to show–

"You lied,” he cuts off her nervous rambling, frowning though his hand is now rubbing at her scalp gently where he pulled a little too hard before.

"What? How?”

“I'm obviously not the only reason you got out of your dorm in the last two weeks," he accuses, with a pout she almost can't tell is fake.

But there's a playful glint to his eyes that she's getting more and more familiar with as she spends more time with this relaxed, open side of him she loves so much, and she decides to mess with him right back.

"Who says I didn't do it myself?" she teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

His entire demeanor changes then, so fast she startles when he sits up and angles her head higher and away from where he needs her the most. He takes a deep breath and settles his free hand on her jaw to keep her mouth open, carefully studying the piece of jewelry.

"Hange Natsu Zoë, for the sake of your immune system and my sanity,” he starts as he looks back up and into her eyes, “you better swear to me that you did not pierce your own fucking tongue."

Hange barks out a laugh at the seriousness in his tone, shaking her head free and pushing him hard enough that he lies back down.

"Truth be told, I watched a couple of Youtube tutorials on the topic," she admits when she's back into position, gently and effortlessly sliding two of her fingers into him, relishing in the shiver she can feel spreading through his body at the smooth intrusion -and how well it works to make him forget whatever he was going to retort in reply. "But it didn't seem worth the risk to end up in the ER while you were on triage duty."

Levi clicks his tongue at her, but it turns into a hiss when she puts her lips over his clit and lightly sucks on it, twirling her piercing around it once it's trapped inside her mouth.

She releases it right when she can tell Levi was nearing his peak, and wordlessly apologizes by hooking and thrusting her fingers faster and faster in and out of him. She alternates between rubbing either the metal piercing and the muscle of her tongue on him, careful not too put too much pressure as he tends to get sensitive.

But Levi doesn't seem to remember that, and he cants his hips closer to her mouth still, his powerful thighs squeezing her head between them, stronger and stronger as she quickens the pace, her mouth and hand working in tandem as she ignores the building pain in her jaw and the need to breathe.

He comes with a loud strangled cry that vaguely resembles her name, and she almost loses focus as she realizes that. She doesn't stop swirling her tongue over him, avoiding his clit and gathering every drop of wetness she can feel leaking out of him to drink it hungrily. Her fingers fight against his squeezing walls to keep pushing against that sweet spot inside of him, drawing out his orgasm and making his entire body shake as he rides the tide.

"Fucking hell," she hears him sigh when he finally releases the pressure around her head, his legs falling heavily on each side of her body onto the mattress.

Hange takes a deep breath in when she's free, wipes her nose, chin and fingers on the sheets and grins up at him and his blushed, fucked-out face. He lazily reaches down and she complies, dragging herself upwards until they're face to face.

He kisses her without needing to think about it like he used to in the early stages of their relationship. His tongue ventures into her mouth immediately, languidly exploring and eager to play with the new addition, and Hange regretfully parts from that exciting enthusiasm when he tugs a little too forcefully at it.

"Careful! It's still sensitive. This shit needs like two months to heal properly."

Levi frowns again at that, and Hange has to bite her lips to stop herself from commenting on just how adorable he looks, trying to look all strict and serious when half of his brain is clearly not completely functional yet.

“Were you even supposed to do that so soon?" he worries, cupping her face into his hands.

It's almost too gentle a moment to ruin it, but Hange's never been one to refuse that kind of a challenge.

“Was it that bad? You know, you have to tell me if you don't like–

The rest of her sentence is muffled behind the hand he's just shoved against her mouth to keep her quiet. She loses tracks of whatever she was going to say anyway when she looks down at him in forced silence, at his rosy cheeks and nose, at his parted lips, at his dilated pupils and the odd determination she can see growing in his eyes.

“I love it,” he whispers softer than she's ever heard him speak, not even glancing down at her mouth.

He removes his hand, thumb caressing her upper lip as he goes, and she feels herself mirroring the gorgeous, easy smile that show on his own face, unable to tell if she's more frustrated or exhilarated at that maybe hint that he could have been talking about something other than her oral skills.

[bhaalspawn300]

Simple man

Uzui Tengen x Male Reader x Makio x Suma X Hinasturu

Summary-M/N is a man who enjoys the simple things in life but sometimes when having the four flashiest partners known to man life may not always be as simple but he can't help but fall in love with them even more day after day.

Notes- I hope this was worth the Wait! ^3^

Sometimes the simple things in life make all the hardships thrown at you all worth it, The feeling of warmth beaming from the sun hitting your skin in the morning, the first bite of breakfast, the feeling of a the wind hitting on a warm summers days these were all the things that made it worth waking up every morning for M/N, all the small experiences to share with his panthers which made his heart feel full of love.

slowly opening his eyes after a full nights rest with his head resting on his loving husbands chest with the feeling of small arms which can easily be identify as Suma's wrapped around his torso, M/N smiled to himself slowly trying to slip away from his partners to make his way to start preparing breakfast, just as he reached for the door thinking he was successful he was stopped with the groggy voice of his husband

"and where do you think your sneaking to?"

jumping out his skin at the sudden voice M/N turned round to meet Tengens eyes and sly smirk

"apologises lord Tengen, I just wanted to start preparing breakfast so my loves could all rest a little longer"

letting out a small chuckle before slowly sitting up in their shared bed Tegen rests his back against the headboard while still laying his arms out and around their other 3 partners

"but you know how much we love to help you cook my love, It would be unfair to let you do all the work"

letting a sign of content M/N made his way over to Tengen placing his two hands on each one of Tengens thigh

"let me take care of my loves, you were all out fighting to protect not only me but others, you all need your rest, After breakfast we can all spend the day together but right now let me show you how much I love through my cooking"

"hm alright but you can explain it to our wives when the wake up, you take on too much of the tasks around here its not fair"

giving a small laugh M/N brings his face Closer to Tengen

"I promise"

Placing a small kiss on Tengens lips M/N makes his way towards the door

"Rest, you all deserve it"

before leaving M/N stares at the scene before him with the look of utter love and adore for his partners.

A short while after that encounter M/N had began preparing a breakfast feast for his lovers varying from different fruits, Humming to himself as he added the final touches he didn't notice the sound of multiple feet making their way towards the dining area until he heard small snuffles and felt someone wrap their arms around his torso and place their face against his back

"you left us this morning, we missed you my love"

placing the bowl he had in his hand he turned around to see Suma crying into his back, using his pointer finger and Thumb to tilt her face up to make both their eyes meet

"I'm sorry my love, I just wanted all my beautiful parthners to rest up and wake up to a well deserved feast I do hope you forgive me"

placing a kiss on her head he could tell that her crying had ceased and he was forgiven

"next time wait for us all okay" Suma let out a small huff as she said this while looking up with her small puppy eyes

"I promise" Ruffing her hair before pushing her gentally towords her seat he made his way over to hug and greet Hinasturu

"good morning love, I hope you also rested well before you started this, you already take care of all of us enough as it is" while reaching up to place a kiss on M/N's cheek

Rubbing the back of his neck with a small shy smile across his face M/N letting out a chuckle

"I enjoy looking after you all, It makes me feel like I'm doing something useful while you are all out fighting Demons and protecting everyone like me"

Feeling a sudden sharp pain as someone is pulling on his ear M/N begins to hiss in pain

"oi oi oi! none of that! we love you because your our soulmate not because your useful, of it werent for you we wouldn't be where we are today in a house full of so much love and comfort so no more of that kind of talk from you ya hear?!"

still hissing M/N feels the sudden realse of his ear for Makio's grip

"ow ow ow I'm sorry!" Turning round to face Makio M/N looked to her with his own puppy dog eyes

"You wounded me! I don't know how I will go on!"

Letting out a chuckle as she placed a small kiss on his hurt ear and his cheek Makio let out a small tch before moving towards her seat mumbling to her self about M/N being as dramatic as Tengen.

Tengen was the last to arrive to the dining area as began to move to where everyone else was sitting as M/N brought over the last of the plates needed and placed them in front of everyone, When he made it to tengen's plate he placed it Infront of him while also kissing his forehead while taking the seat in-between him and Makio

"good morning sleepy head, I guess you couldn't fight the urge to fall back asleep"

letting out a deep chuckle Tegen, Along with the rest of his partners began to tuck straight into the spread that had been placed on the table

"I couldn't although I think I speak for everyone here when I say we all missed you and wish you could spend longer in bed with us" Tegnen, Suma, Makio and Hinasturu all looked to M/N with small pouts while still managing to stuff their faces with the spread, the scene made M/N heart swell as he let out a laugh

"As much as I wanted to stay I couldn't let all my partners go hungry in the morning"

Breakfast continued with easy conversation of their recent mission and talks of life after retirement from slaying demons. Sitting back listening to the conversation that was easily flowing between them M/N just looked around the table thinking of how he managed to get so lucky with amazing partners that surrounded him, He felt at home with them.

No, They were his home.

Being snapped out of his thoughts with the feeling of large roughed hands touching his face softly as if he were fine porcelain that would be easily smashed with any type of impact

"What is going on in that little head of yours my love?"

Closing his eyes letting out a small sigh as he leaned into Tengens hand he placed a small kiss to Tengens palm before nuzzling his head against his palm again

"Just how much I love you all and how I missed you during your recent mission"

That was partly the truth, M/N did miss them all but he also couldn't stop thinking about how much he just loves being in his partners presence, how much he just was so happy to be apart of this marriage.

He was just happy to be able to experience all the simply things in life with the flashiest partners known to man, the love they all felt for each other could only be described as Flamboyant, Flamboyant love which made everyday a adventure but as long as M/N was with them then he didn't mind, they all made a vow to each other to love and to hold,

in sickness and in health

and to Death to us part

forever and always and oh how it always made M/N heart skip a beat, to be able to cherish all the small and simple things along side the flashy and extreme from now and until the end with the people he loves.

He was theirs and they were his,

for now till forever.

[inkykeiji]

do i make you scared? baby won’t you take me back

characters: dabi | todoroki touya, shigaraki tomura

genre: smut with a bit of angst sprinkled over it

notes: the second part of a companion piece to i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back. i’m really not kidding when i say this is almost entirely smut. uhhh virgin!tomura is a nasty nasty boy, please please please heed the warnings and stay safe! <3 | title credit: save that shit by lil peep

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), non-consensual branding (yes, branding in the sense that something is being burned into the skin), noncon/dubcon, dacryphilia, cheating, degradation/dumbification, emotional manipulation, cumplay/snowballing, cockwarming, size difference, generally toxic relationships

words: 7.1k

synopsis:

“Was it good?” he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. “Was it worth it?”

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost…desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back.

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To your surprise, you spend the rest of your night the day after the party texting Tomura, and every time your screen lights up with a message from him, it sends a whole flock of butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You should feel guilty, really, but you’ve never been in a situation like this before and it’s…exhilarating.

It’s risky, answering these texts when Touya’s a mere few feet from you, but it sends sparks shooting up your spine, the idea of getting caught doing something you’re definitely not supposed to, the very thought of how upset he’d be if he knew, making you feel giddy.

You guard your phone closely for the rest of the week, deleting messages exactly after you send them—Touya has taken it and gone through it in the past, so it wasn’t far-fetched to think he may try to do the same thing again. It wasn’t like he didn’t notice your nose in your phone, little giggles bubbling up from your chest as you responded to whatever was on the screen. You can see it in his eyes, the frustration building each and every time a soft laugh escapes your lips, eyes glimmering as you tap out a response.

You plan your impending visit strategically, in tandem with Tomura. He knows Touya’s unpredictable and seemingly ever-changing schedule better than you do, and you both know that there’s absolutely no way in hell Touya would ever willingly let you hang out with each other—he barely leaves the two of you alone when Tomura comes over to your house, so you can only imagine how livid he’d be if you even asked to go spend some time with him, just the two of you.

You wear your prettiest dress—Touya’s favourite dress, a deep, satiny crimson—two inches too short to be considered proper, the hem brushing your midthigh. It hides a pair of baby pink cotton panties you’re sure Tomura will like.

Your veins thrum with the combined mix of terror and anticipation as he lets you in, and the heady combination has your entire body trembling. Tomura gives you a look as you kick your shoes off, eyes narrowed as they scan your body.

“You comin’ down or something?”

“I-I’m not allowed drugs,” you admit meekly, eyes falling to your feet, toes wiggling a bit.

Tomura snorts, an amused little smirk on his lips as he mutters, “No, of course not,”

Long, slender fingers wrap around your wrist, his cold touch making you jump, giving a slight yank as he begins leading you. He lives alone, in an apartment his father pays for—which is surprisingly much tidier than you expected—and you can’t help but look around curiously, eager to learn more about him, glazed eyes searching for hints in the empty takeout containers littering the counter, in the few articles of clothing strewn around the place.

Brows knit together when he bypasses his bedroom completely—the door wide open to reveal a large bed with blue sheets tangled at the bottom—and leads you to a living room with plush couches and an ornate rug you’re positive he didn’t pick out by himself. His fingers release, and he plops down on the floor, hands curling around a gaming controller. Scarlet eyes drift to you, up your legs and to your face, and you resist the urge to shiver under his intense gaze—you’re sure he can see straight up your dress from this angle.

But he does nothing except look at you expectantly, not breaking his stare until you finally sit down next to him, daintily tucking your knees under yourself.

Then he’s shoving an extra controller at you almost aggressively, the sudden motion pulling a gasp from your throat, making you flinch away.

“Relax,” he rolls his eyes, pushing the controller at you again and shaking it a little in his hand, trying to entice you to take it. “I’m not gonna hurt you, or anything,”

“You…You’re—what?”

Tomura observes you carefully, scrutinizing now, eyes narrowing a little as they scan your face. You stare back at him dumbly, lips slightly parted. “What?” he snaps.

“But I thought—I mean, I want you to—”

“What?”

“That came out wrong,” you rush to say, shutting your eyes tightly in embarrassment. “What I mean is…Um, didn’t I come over so we can like, fuck?” your cheeks burn as you force the words out, ears ringing as blood rushes to your face, so loud you almost miss his sharp intake of breath.

Tomura’s eyes widen and he stares at you for a long moment before he checks his phone, scrolling through your messages. “You said…You wanted to play video games?”

You look at him, blinking in astonishment. “And you believed that?”

Tomura frowns a little, eyebrows knitting, slightly defensive. “Well, yeah?”

You’re at a loss for words as you stare back at the man sitting cross-legged in front of you, watching you closely. This is the guy Touya so desperately didn’t want you to be around?

Powerless to stop the little giggle that bubbles up in your throat, you inch towards him on your knees. “You’re kinda cute, y’know?”

Soft notes of tiger orchid and sweet sticky toffee waft over him, your body heat clinging to his skin as you settle beside him, thigh touching his knee. He seethes at you, and his fingers twitch around the controller, a hand moving to rake his nails against his neck.

You reach out, little fingers wrapping around his wrist and pulling it away from his flesh.

“Do you want to?” you ask softly, gazing at him through your lashes, bringing his palm to rest over your breast.

“Are you stupid?” he spits, fingers instantly tightening the moment they meet satin, the strength of his grip making you gasp. “Of course I fucking want to. Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off to you? Christ,”

Warmth blossoms in your chest at the confession, sparking a dull heat that begins to spread deep in the pit of your stomach. You’re flattered, even though you can hear Touya’s voice in the back of your mind, sharp and condescending, reprimanding you for being so easy.

“Yeah? What did you think about?” Your voice quivers a little as you ask the question, but that doesn’t stop his ruby eyes from darkening, his free hand dropping the controller to shamelessly rub at the bulge in his jeans.

“How cute your little cunt must be, how sweet it’d taste, how good those lips would feel wrapped around my cock as I fuck your throat,” his voice drops an octave as he speaks, low and dangerous as he kneads your breast hard—too hard, but adrenaline keeps the pain from registering.

He’s reaching for you now, pale hands pawing at your hips and dragging you over, forcing you to straddle his lap. A soft whimper falls from your lips as he instantly begins rolling his hips up, like he can’t bear to wait, fingers digging into your flesh as they hold you in place.

Neither can you, apparently, because you begin wiggling a little in his grasp, trying in vain to rut against him.

“You’re a little whore, huh? Even with a virgin, you can’t help but grind on a hard cock,” he smirks, lips at your ear. “A hard cock’s a hard cock I guess, makes no difference to you, greedy little slut,”

A mewl escapes your throat as you nod, hips pushing forcefully against his, grinding your little cunt against rough denim.

Wait, virgin?

“A v-virgin?”

“Yeah, lucky you,”

His words taper off into a growl, vibrating in his chest, hands leaving your waist to cup your jaw and roughly pull your face to his, lips crashing into yours. You emit a soft, startled noise into his mouth, and he swallows it greedily, tongue forcing its way through your parted lips and into your mouth, commanding your own tongue into submission almost instantaneously.

It’s nothing like kissing Touya. Your body follows your tongue, melting into him. Fingers grip your jaw, pressing crescent indents into the skin as he guides your head to exactly where he wants it to go.

It isn’t romantic. It’s harsh, and desperate, a mess of teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. A hand tangles in your hair and pulls, forcing your head back and revealing your arched neck to him. His lips trail down the column of your throat, leaving wet, sloppy kisses in their wake.

“I wanna fuck you already,” he whines a little, aggressively thrusting against your clothed core. You moan out an affirmative noise, nodding.

“One rule,” you breathe out.

“Hmm? And what’s that?” his lips are against your neck, tongue painting it in glistening saliva with slow, languid strokes.

“No marks,” you yelp out just as his teeth sink into your skin. It stings, Tomura keeping his mouth latched onto your neck for a few seconds, teeth buried in the soft flesh. His tongue laves over the mark before pulling away completely, and a shiver crawls up your spine as the bite is exposed to the cool air.

He’s giggling into your shoulder, nipping at the skin superficially. “Oops,”  

“Tomura!” you whine, making no effort to pull his lips from your neck. “Touya’s going to murder me,”

He laughs again, pulling back and rolling his eyes. “And, what? He isn’t already going to kill you for fucking someone else?”

There isn’t a moment to respond, though, not a second to try and explain how weird Touya gets about marks in particular, because then he’s crushing his lips to yours again, hard, fervent, bruising.

“Gonna cum soon if you don’t fucking do something,” he practically snarls into your mouth.

The very thought of Tomura cumming in his pants just from a few minutes of dry humping makes your entire stomach flutter, a flash of pure confidence surging in your chest as involuntary words tumble from your mouth.

“Oh?” you murmur, breath hot against his lips. “Something? Like this?” you begin gyrating your hips in tiny, quick circles, giggling at the groan you rip from his throat.

And Tomura hates how fucking innocent you sound, gazing at him with glassy eyes and swollen lips and a sinful little smile.

“Stop,” it’s supposed to be a command, an order, but it comes out as a broken whine, his hands latching onto your hips again as he forces you to move even faster, rocking into you.

“Doesn’t feel like you want me to stop,” you pout a little and he huffs out a curse.

It’s intoxicating, to be in a position of power like this. It isn’t your favourite—you’re much too shy and indecisive to be in a role like this all the time—but the novelty of it excites you nonetheless. Touya never lets you do anything like this, hates being teased with a passion, but Tomura seems to enjoy it, like it’s some sort of game to him.

“Little bitch,” he breathes out, though his forehead is resting against yours, eyes shut, soft grunts spilling from his throat.

“C’mon, Tomura,” you whimper, and now it sounds like you’re the one begging. “Make a mess in your pants for me? P-Pretty please?”

That’s all it takes to have his hips stilling, fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he grips you tightly, holding you in place and forcing you to grind against him ever-so-slightly as his cock throbs and twitches in his jeans.

You expect him to push you off immediately after, to shout and berate you for such behaviour, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans back against the bottom of the couch, arms encircling your waist and bringing you with him.

It must be uncomfortable, to sit in those soiled jeans filled with cum, but he doesn’t seem to care, more interested in exploring your mouth with his tongue as you kiss lazily. You don’t mind, although your clit is aching and swollen, pussy fluttering around nothing every so often as his fingers explore your body, kneading your ass and tweaking nipples, your panties soaked all the way through and sticking to you unpleasantly.

And it’s due to this that your hips still manage to rock against his in minuscule movements that are more teasing than anything else, little micro-circles that have your drenched cunt grinding gently against wet denim.

It seems he has an impossibly short refraction period because, before long, his cock’s hard again, pressing up into your clothed hole. You whimper his name into his mouth and he breaks the kiss, lips red and puffy, shining with saliva.  

“Take my cock out,” he instructs, voice stern despite his slight breathlessness. You crawl off his lap and do as your told, popping the button, tugging the zipper down and pulling at the waistband of his jeans. He lifts his hips just enough to aid you in dragging them down to his thighs, cock springing free.

“Clean it up,”

It’s covered in cum, so much cum—too much cum, more than is normal—glistening in the low light of the living room. It twitches a little under your gaze, as if to say get on with it already, so you wrap a hand around the base and bring the head to your lips.

You start with kitten licks, tongue tracing around the head and playing with the slit, pulling a deep, throaty moan from him.

“Don’t—Don’t swallow it,” he rasps. “Clean me up and keep all my cum in your mouth,”

It’s difficult—his cum is much more bitter than Touya’s, and you gag a few times as it settles on your tongue, marinating in your mouth. You try your best to hold it in your cheeks and away from your tastebuds, working as quickly as possible as you lap it up, gazing up at him with teary eyes when you’re finished.

“What a good girl,” he spits in a patronizing tone, like it’s an insult. “Kiss me,”

It’s a demand you have no choice but to obey, a hand rooting in your hair and yanking you up to face him.

He all but smashes your lips together, fingers still wrapped tightly in your hair, holding you in place. His tongue forces its way through your lips and you greet it eagerly, desperate to get his cum out of your mouth.

Except he doesn’t let you pull away after you’ve passed the majority of his cum to him, the bitter taste still stinging your tongue. No, he uses the fist tangled in your hair to keep you still as he shoves his tongue into your mouth again, transferring the cum—now watered down a little with his saliva—into the warm cavern yet again.

You whine, and he chuckles, lips spreading into a grin against yours.

“Swallow it,” he whispers, pulling back just enough to watch your expression as you force it down your throat, face souring, eyes squeezed shut as your lips pucker just a little. “Open, lemme see,”

Your mouth falls open obediently, little droplets of water clinging to your lashes as you gaze up at him, waiting for approval.

“Good,” he practically purrs, eyes darkening as his fingers caress your face. “Now I want to fuck you,”

You’re nodding, but he doesn’t give you a moment to respond, beginning to manhandle you into the position he wants before he’s even finished speaking. The oriental rug is soft against your cheek as he presses your face to the ground, hands curling around your hips as he hoists them up.

“What cute little panties,” he breathes, dragging a finger along your clothed slit before yanking the material down to your knees.

It stings a little as he practically shoves his cock into your sopping cunt, not bothering to stretch you out—you’re not even sure if he knows he’s supposed to—but you’re wet enough that the breach is relatively easy, and the burning fades quickly as your little hole adjusts to the girth of his cock.

He begins thrusting immediately, and he’s rough, overeager, uncoordinated, the vicious snaps of his hips uneven and sloppy.

Truthfully, he’s only using you as a hole the first time, but you don’t mind—not really, anyway. Blazing sapphire sears through your mind, and you think about how furious Touya would be if he knew, if he could see the way you’re degrading yourself, letting yourself be reduced to nothing but a fucktoy for a nasty virgin to desperately hump away at, sacrificing your own pleasure for his.

Touya would never.

To Touya, making you cum is half the fun. He gets a rush from it, gets high off the way you go absolutely fucking stupid from his fingers and cock, how quickly he can turn your brain to soup, rendering you a dumb little blabbering mess only capable of whining out the words niichan and Touya-nii. It feeds his ever-growing ego.

But Tomura is eager to please in a different way. He’s more selfish than Touya, sure, but he’s keen to learn all he can, curious and committed.

And, once he finally gets the hang of it, confident, too.

His thrusts gain more finesse as he fucks you, but he’s unable to keep up any steady rhythm, the tight fluttering of your pussy every time he grazes a specific spot inside of you making his hips stutter, forcing needy, guttural groans from his throat.

He cums quick—not that you expect any less from a virgin—with a deep growl of your name that has your stomach swooping, cunt throbbing around him again as he fills you with thick, burning cum.

You’re exhausted by the end of it, abused body melting into the lush carpet as your cunt throbs desperately, his cum slowly oozing out of it. Tomura snorts as he looks down at you, gentle hands tugging your panties down the rest of your legs and removing them completely, discarding them a few feet away.

“Up you go,” he’s murmuring as hands snake under your armpits and haul you up. You mumble his name and he hushes you, collapsing heavily on the couch with you still in his arms. Strong hands manhandle you into straddling his lap again, leaking pussy pressed against his softening cock.

The television hums to life, quiet main menu music floating through the room as the soft clicking of buttons sounds behind you.

You should go home now. You know you should. You’ve done what you came here to do, and now you should be leaving.

Should, should, should.

But Tomura’s so warm, and you’re so tired, muscles aching despite the fact that he did most of the work.

“Rest,” he instructs quietly when you begin to whine into his neck, fingers preoccupied with unwrapping a piece of watermelon bubblegum.

He’s so much softer than you expected—disgusting, but soft—and you can’t believe you spent months being terrified of him. You know this is probably the last time you’ll be able to see him in a long time—a fact that produces an inexplicable ache deep in your chest—so you allow yourself bask in the moment, just for a little, you promise yourself.

You obey his gentle command, snuggling up against him and permitting yourself to drift in and out of consciousness to the sound of aliens being killed and aggressive button smashing.

But then something hard is poking you—you aren’t sure how long you’ve been sitting here for now, long enough for Tomura to power through a few matches, at least—and that blistering heat flares again, beginning to coil tight in your tummy.

You shift a little, an involuntary whine slipping from your lips.

“What is it?” Tomura asks, eyes never straying from the screen, fingers never pausing. “You wanna sit on my cock, baby?”

Christ, yes. You mumble into his shoulder, nodding and rolling your hips in response.

He chuckles—a low, quiet sound rattling around in his chest—and allows you to sink down on him again, captivated by the soft moan you emit as you do so, crimson eyes gleaming and breathing slightly laboured.

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters when his avatar on the screen gets shot, redirecting his attention.

And it’s…it’s nice. Surprisingly nice. He’s cozy, and comfy, his breathing slow and even with every rise of his chest, despite the alien shrieks coming from the TV behind you. He smells like cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon with just a hint of cedarwood, and you inhale deeply, letting the scent fill your lungs.

Touya rarely lets you cockwarm him; Touya doesn’t have the patience, Touya doesn’t have the time. You fall into a state halfway between asleep and awake, hips rocking against Tomura just enough to keep him hard, just enough to have you whimpering into his neck.

He could get used to this, he tells you. The confession is soft, a private little thought that just kinda slips out, mindlessly falling from his lips, but you could, too, you think.

It’s intimate, which is odd, considering you barely know him, used to be frightened of him. But it’s such a refreshing contrast to Touya’s intense, scalding flame.

Eventually, though, it isn’t enough, the teasing’s too much, and you need more.

Gazing up at him with glittering eyes, you begin to trail your lips up his neck, over his self-inflicted scars, slowly, hesitantly.

He inhales sharply, jumping a little in surprise, and you freeze, terrified you might’ve overstepped some invisible boundary you were not previously aware of.

“Keep going,” he whines, a little petulantly, hips wiggling against yours.

Lips resuming their ministrations, you place gentle, chaste kisses up the column of his throat and along his jaw, delighting in each soft sigh you manage to pull from him. The game playing on the TV suddenly halts, Tomura throwing the controller on the couch cushion next to you before large hands cup your face in a tender way you did not think him capable of.

Your mouths slot together, kissing messily, saliva glistening on your chins as you pass his watermelon gum back and forth between yourselves. It’s kinda gross, kinda filthy, juvenile and sloppy, but it’s fun, has the two of you giggling into each other’s mouths, a little breathless from it all.

“Wanna ride you,” you murmur, almost shyly, against his slippery lips.

“Yeah?” he rasps, just barely bouncing you in his lap. “You wanna use my cock to get off?”

“Yes, please,” the plead comes out as a pathetic whimper, and you squirm impatiently.

Finally, finally you get to cum. In this position, you have leverage over the angle of your hips, able to situate yourself just right, so his cockhead nudges exactly where you want it to.

He does nothing this time, just leans back and watches you with those dark, half-lidded scarlet eyes, hands idly exploring your thighs, occasionally raking his nails down them. He’s in a trance as he gazes at you, mesmerized by the way your eyes are starting to roll back, by the way each drag of his cock against that spot has you keening, by the way his name leaves your lips in broken little whines that have him gasping in response.

Your hips speed up, and you’re desperate, so desperate to cum, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders through his thin t-shirt.

“Gonna—” he starts, breathless. “Gonna cum?”

You nod a little frantically as eager hips rock against him, his hands finally finding your waist and helping you move.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Wanna feel you,”

And it’s his begging that does it, that finally sends you over the edge, pussy clenching around him, convulsing almost painfully and gushing on his cock with a sharp cry of his name. He follows immediately after, painting your insides with hot cum as a curse hitches in his chest.

Your body collapses against him, going pliant and boneless as you both pant. Everything feels heavy—you haven’t had an orgasm that intense in a while—and the absolute last thing you want to do is get up and walk home.

Tomura can sense it. He can feel it in the way your fingers are knotting in his t-shirt, in the way your hips try to scoot forward, chest pressed against his tightly, and he wraps an arm around you, trying to keep you close for just a minute more.

Silence blankets the room as the two of you calm your breathing. You’ve been anticipating a certain sense of awkwardness to finally wash over you all night, but it never comes. Instead, it’s pleasant, and you hum a little, nuzzling your face into Tomura’s shoulder as skinny fingers brush through your hair.

“I don’t wanna go,” you say, and it’s so quiet, muffled by the material of his shirt, that he barely hears it. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to.

“Just stay,” he mumbles, resting his chin atop your head. “Text your dad some bullshit, or whatever,”

You want to. You’re surprised at how much you desperately want to.

“Touya will kill me,”

“Touya’s gonna kill ya either way, sweetheart,”

You suppose that’s true. Neither of you tricked yourselves into thinking that you’d actually get away with this. Touya will know the moment he sees you, will probably be able to smell Tomura all over you, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care, not in that moment, not when Tomura’s so comfy and you’re so sleepy and it’s all just nice.

Good, you think. It’s about time he gets a taste of how much stuff like this hurts.

And so you find yourself crawling into his bed, in one of his t-shirts, with bruises in the shape of his fingertips rapidly blossoming, heat seeping into your cheeks when he tells you he thinks you look cute in his clothes.

He latches onto you the moment you’ve settled into his mattress, long arms encircling your waist and dragging you towards him. One of your legs slots between his, and you have to stifle a giggle.

“Hard again, Tomura?”

“Shut up,” he says, no heat to his voice. “Can’t help it,”

His words echo your own, three simple words you’ve said so many times to Touya, and you feel a pang in your chest.

“Not my fault you’re too hot,” he continues, grumbling into your neck.

Honestly, you didn’t peg him as a cuddler, and maybe he isn’t—maybe he just wants to grind and hump against your thigh—but you welcome the warmth of his body nonetheless.

It doesn’t bother you, although it probably should, as he ruts against you, tiny broken moans and high, breathy whines being exhaled against your neck. But it’s so new, all of this is so new to you, and curiosity clouds your better judgement. While you’re pretty sure you should be shoving him away, reprimanding him for such behaviour, positive that’s what any normal person would do, you don’t. Little fingers thread in his hair instead, carding through silvery-blue fluffy tufts, reveling in the groan it pulls from him.

It doesn’t take long for him to cum, thick and sticky in his boxers, the material wet against your thigh. You’re impressed, both by how easily he cums, and how much he cums. You want to tell him, want to tease him about it a little, let him know you think it’s cute, but heavy, hazy fatigue begins to wash over you, and you fall asleep to Tomura’s soft breaths mingled with the sound of you phone buzzing, over and over and over again.

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Your phone’s dead when you wake sometime in the early afternoon, and for that, you’re thankful. Anxiety floods your stomach, bubbling up in your chest acidly as you think about what’ll be waiting for you when you recharge it.

Tomura walks you to the door, which you find to be very odd behaviour, but sweet nonetheless, and watches carefully as you slip on your shoes.

“Uh, text me later, okay?” He sounds unsure for the first time since you’ve been with him, and your expression softens.

“I will, if Touya doesn’t take my phone away,”

And you pretend to miss the look on his face, the way his eyebrows knit as a hand comes to scratch idly at his neck, the way he looks almost worried. It’s fine. You’ll be fine.

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He knows. The moment you step foot through the front door, he knows.

You knew he would, but it doesn’t make the glare scathing your skin any less terrifying.

He’s on you in an instant—you didn’t even know humans could move that fast—pinning you to the drywall, large hands wrapped around your wrists and forcing them above your head, keeping you trapped.

“You little slut,”

Unexpected anger flares in your chest, even though tears are already beginning to collect in your eyes, and you squirm in his grasp.

“I fuck one other person, and I’m the slut?”

You gasp the moment the words leave your lips, wide eyes searching his face and shaking your head frantically, would slap your hands over your mouth if they weren’t currently secured in his bruising grip against the wall.

The look he gives you is absolutely petrifying, blue eyes darker than the ocean—so dark they almost look black—his stare cold and hard as stone, sending sharp spikes of ice up your spine.

“You fucking reek of him,” he spits, face screwing up in disgust. You’re sure you do, too, after spending a good twelve hours in his bed, almost positive you can smell him in your hair, the remnants of cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon clinging to you.

Patronizing eyes rake over you, zeroing in on the violet that’s bloomed on your neck. His nostrils flare as he stares at it, breath beginning to come in rapid, uneven huffs. His eyes slowly drift back to yours, an unreadable expression settling on his face.

It’s shock, and disbelief, and rage, and…and sadness? It passes too quickly for you to even tell, and then he’s pulling your wrists down callously, still gathered in his hand, and dragging you towards his room.

He all but throws you on his bed face first, breathing harsh and erratic as he exhales forcefully through his nose and climbs on top of you, knees on either side of your thighs. A large hand wraps itself in your hair and tugs, forcing your upper body to arch.

“Was it good?” he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. “Was it worth it?”

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost…desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back. Sure, he’s furious beyond belief, looks like he could kill you right here, right now, with his bare fucking hands—but he’s also extremely upset, if the slight quiver present in his voice is any indication.

“Yes,” you wheeze out. If it made him feel even an ounce of the emotional turmoil he’s put you through with his whores, then yes, it was absolutely worth it.

“You’re going to regret saying that,” his voice is low, threatening, calm. It’s disturbing, how quickly he can switch, and a chill of unease settles deep in your bones—once Touya stops with his growls and snarls, once his voice becomes monotonous and almost serene in a way, that’s when you know he’s really angry.

Shoving your head down into the mattress, he tells you to stay fucking put as he gets up and wanders over to his desk. He returns to the bed moments later with a tool that vaguely resembles a pen, hand tangling in your hair again as he pulls you up.

“You know what this is?”

You shake your head as best you can.

“It’s a soldering iron,” his voice is still composed and collected, sounding almost as if he’s explaining something to a child, but there’s a malevolent glint in his eye, a look you’ve never seen before. “It gets really, really hot. I just so happened to be warming one on my desk,”

He says it so nonchalantly, as if this is an object one would regularly keep in their bedroom or on their desk.

“It’s not supposed to be used on skin,” he shrugs a little, twirling the tool between his fingers. “But today, I think we’ll make an exception,”

“What?”

“Head down, ass up,” he instructs sternly, pushing your head into his pillows.

“Touya, wait—” you start, the rest of your sentence muffled by the sheets. His hand gives one firm shove—a warning to stay down—and then he begins shuffling around on the bed.

Careful to keep your cheek pressed hard against the pillow, you turn your head just enough to speak.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Your voice is trembling, thick with tears, dense anxiety building in your chest.

“I’m going to burn my name into your pretty little ass,” he responds simply as he positions himself behind you, yanking your panties midway down your thighs and sitting back on his heels. “A nice, pretty, permanent mark so you, and everyone else, never forget who you fucking belong to,”

“No!” you gasp, beginning to lift your head only to have him force it back into the pillow with a snarl. “No, Tou—niichan, I-I’ll do anything, please—”

“No, no, no, baby,” he says over your senseless babbling, voice almost gentle, thumb caressing your silky skin. “Don’t squirm, now,” he chides. “If you squirm, my hand might slip, and I might burn other parts of your body. We don’t want that, do we? Be a good girl for niichan and sit still,”

And so you do. You should feel ashamed, pathetic, revolted that he’s able to manipulate you so easily, that he knows exactly how to turn you into putty to be molded and shaped as he pleases, even when he’s about to sear his name into your skin.

It burns unlike anything you’ve ever felt before as he carefully carves his name into the supple flesh, saying the letters out loud as he does so. It’s a unique, stinging-stabbing type of pure agony, one that sends sharp pain radiating up to your lower back and down your thigh.  

Fingers curl in his dark sheets as you sob into his bed—chest-wracking sobs that have your entire body trembling, chest-wracking sobs that you so desperately try to hold back and swallow, to stay still, to be good for your niichan. Touya tells you to be happy, be grateful, that the temperature of his iron goes up so high.

“Otherwise, I would’ve had to go over it several times in order to make it really stick,”

It’s over quickly, though, a mere fifteen minutes later and he’s cleaning it with rubbing alcohol and gently taping thick gauze over it and uses this opportunity to take your panties off entirely.

“Good girl,” he praises as he hoists you up, manhandling you to straddle his spread thighs, careful of your now very sensitive bottom. “You did so good for niichan,”

And you can’t stand the way your heart weakly flutters at his praise. You can’t stand the way you instinctually bury your head in his chest, tiny fists forming in the material of his t-shirt as you wail, can’t stand the way he is still the only one you want comforting you.

His cock is hard through his jeans, and you can feel it pressing into your core as he shifts a little under you. It’s humiliating, but you’re powerless to stop your hips from moving in subtle little circles, grinding your cunt against the rough denim. And he lets you do it for a little, too, tender fingers petting your hair as he soothes your sobs, taming them to little sniffles and hiccups.

“Niichan’s gonna fuck you now, okay?” he asks softly, murmuring against your scalp, voice almost sickly sweet.

It takes you a moment to respond, eventually nodding your head.

A smirk spreads across his lips and he instructs you to get up, tapping the side of your thigh.

You lift yourself, walking back on your knees and giving him enough room to free his aching cock from the confines of his jeans before his hands find your hips again, dragging you back.

“Baby,” he breathes as his fingers spread your folds, his eyes darkening in a manner much different than before. “Already wet for me?”

Cheeks burning with shame, you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, whimpering a little as he pushes a finger into you.

“Don’t tell me,” he gasps tauntingly, voice dripping with artificial surprise. “You didn’t like being branded, did you?”

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head quickly. No, it wasn’t the branding that did it—not really, anyway. It was the aftercare. It was Touya’s cold hands gently tending to your injured bottom, Touya pulling you into his lap as he praised you and dropped kisses to the crown of your head, Touya getting hard from the punishment, from permanently searing his name into your flesh.

You should be disgusted with yourself, with how eager you are, hips wiggling a little only a few moments later as you whine out softly, “Niichan, cock,”

“Impatient,” he huffs. “Don’t get bratty with me now, you were doing so well,”

A pout forms on your face, still hidden in his shoulder.

“Jus’ want it so bad,” you mumble against him, beginning to slur your words. “Please, Touya-nii?”

He hums to himself, makes you beg just a little bit more, reveling in the way your voice begins to get desperate, all high and needy as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers, whimpering and begging with pathetic little please, niichan?’s.

“Is this how you want it? Huh? Wanna ride niichan?”

Mewling a little, you nod, rolling your hips into his palm.

“Words, sweetheart,”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “W-Wanna ride you,”

Finally, he gives it to you, lets you sink down on his cock, watching the way you wince as it stretches you, expression contradicted by your soft moans.

He forces you to begin bouncing immediately, doesn’t allow you to set the pace—he never does—smirking at those little pained cries spilling from your throat, though whether they’re because his cock or the five letters freshly burned into your skin, he isn’t sure. Maybe both; probably both.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, tone condescending. “Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, the threat of tears stinging your eyes.

“Yeah? Yeah?” his voice mimics yours, pitched high and whiny. “I bet it fucking does,”

A hand travels down to grope your ass—specifically, the cheek with the brand—squeezing hard as fingers dig into your skin. You cry out, tears finally leaking from your eyes, chest hitching as you sob out, “Touya-nii,”

“Don’t ever do something like that again,” he says in your ear, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t you ever go fuck another man because you’re mad at me, do you understand?”

Heat begins to coil tightly in your stomach at his smooth, dark voice. “Y-Yes,”

“Promise me,” he growls, grip tightening on your ass.

“I promise,” you’re weeping as he gives one more harsh squeeze, pain scorching through your backside, a loud yelp escaping your lips.

“Bet his cock didn’t feel as good as mine,” he sneers in your ear, panting a little. “Wasn’t as big as mine, didn’t fill you up the way mine does,”

“No, no, no,” you’re chanting in time with his thrusts, eyes rolling back in your head.

“Probably could—” a low groan cuts him off as your pussy flutters around him. “Could never make you cum the way I do,”

A loud whine rips from your throat, your head nodding as he continues his relentless thrusts up into you, never once faltering. Adrenaline and endorphins rush through your veins, high off the heady mixture of pleasure and pain.

“N-Niichan,” you gasp, nails digging into his flesh through the material of his thin t-shirt. “Niichan,”

“Gonna cum? Hmm? Gonna make a mess all over niichan’s cock?” he’s asking breathlessly, slamming into you at a rapid pace and using his thighs for more leverage, hands gripping your hips.

“Uh-huh,”

“Do it, then,” he commands hoarsely. “Cum on your niichan’s cock,”

And you do, helplessly, incapable of disobeying a direct order, creaming so hard your vision blanks for a second, overwhelmed by the extreme, potent mix of pain and pleasure crashing over you.

“Who do you belong to?” Touya’s nearly keening now, hips jackhammering, making your body twitch and shudder with every sharp thrust into your sensitive pussy.

“You,”

“Tell me again,”

“I belong to you, niichan,”

And those five simple words—those five simple words have him cumming hard, hips stilling and cockhead pressed firmly against your cervix, filling your cute little cunt with his seed as broken curses fall from his lips.

You’re both panting, covered in a thin, sheen layer of sweat, your hair sticking to your face and little droplets of tears still glistening on your lash line. He all but collapses back against the bed, taking you with him, cock still buried inside of you.

“And I’m yours,” he whispers into your hair, hugging you tightly—too tightly—to his heaving chest. “I’m yours,”

Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, you wonder if you’re destined to play this game for the rest of your lives.

He’s yours.

Are you stuck with him now, forever?

He’s yours.

Will you every get married? Ever get the chance to date someone else?

He’s yours.

Do you even want to?

Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, knowing he’s yours, do you even want any of that?

No. With your head resting against his chest, rising and falling with his gentle breaths, slender fingers combing through your sweaty hair, you realize that this is all you want.

He’s yours, and you’re his, and that is enough.

[bts-trash-blog]

Best Of Us

Chapter 7: Risk

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.

Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader

Warning: A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.

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The feeling of warmth spread across your cheek, it had your eyes blinking open bright sharp almost cat like, brown eyes staring back at you.The soft beeping of your phone had you whining as the person in front of you, Bambam lets out a chuckle as you slowly move from the pile of blankets you were under. The smell, the sticky sweet smell of the two of you sticking to you like glue, your hand reaches over to your phone. Seeing a light up message, from Jin saying you didn’t have to come in for the meetings after all, and then an email from Yoongi.Eye tightly shutting, reading for the Sorry but we’ve decided to let you go.. Email especially after what you had said right before you left. You wouldn’t be surprised at all for the termination.

Y/n,

Due to the events that occurred last night I am giving you the rest of the week off, though you will still need to do work from your laptop or the tablet we have given you. My single request is that you give me your address so I can send you physical copies of paperwork through Jin.

I would also like to invite you to an outing with Hoseok, Namjoon and myself, and talk through what has happened. I do not want you to feel pressured into anything so for the next week at five my mates and I will be at the cafe across the street from our building we will stay until eight each day.

I would also like to apologize for using my Alpha authority over you. I am never one to do that unless necessary and in that situation it was clearly not, I feel horrible about it but I do know that no apology will ever heal that wound. Only actions. And from this day on I will try to prove to you that I am not like that, I am not that type of Alpha. I am an Alpha your father will approve of. Hoseok is an Alpha your father will approve of. We are a pack your father will approve of, and even if he doesn't right away we will show him and your mother time and time again that we are worthy of your love. That our love is enough for their little girl, if you will have it of course. And if you don't want it, then we will let you go. Y/n this is up to you, and you alone. Just know how sorry I am that I even used that tone on you. I will never do it again.

Sincerely,

Min Yoongi

You felt your hand shake as you dropped your phone in shock onto your lap as you let out a whine, Bambam letting out his own as his nose nudged under your jaw as his arms wrapped their way around your waist. Your hands fall onto his arms as you feel his nose nudge against your scent gland, making your curl into him as he lays you down back into the nest. The pillows stacked along the wall and the ends of the bed moved slightly. The scent of the two of you mixing as you nose nudged against his scent gland. Purrs passing your guys lips as you sniffle, your fingers gripping at his bare shoulders, his skin warm under the palm of your hands. His nose rubbing against your skin trying to calm you down as you took deep breaths of his oranges and cream smell had your calming as you took a deep breath pulling from him.

“What up Y/n?”

“Just read.” He nods, taking your phone as you kneaded the bed below you, trying to see if you could make it softer, more welcoming. Hearing him sigh, you look to see the boy's eyes lingering at you as he gives you a tight lipped smile. “What do I do?”

“What do you want to do?” Your body froze as you sat in the middle of your bed, Bambam moving to rest his leg in your lap as your hands fell onto his thigh. Your fingers rubbing into the muscle uncousionaly as you take a deep breath.

“I don’t know.” Your voice was shaky as Bambam typed on your phone and handed it back, seeing he had emailed Yoongi back.

Mr.Min,

My address is (I really don't know what to name this) apartment 3a, and to give you an honest answer to the rest is a simple I don’t know.

Sincerely,

Y/LN Y/n

“That easy huh?” You wonder making him smile and nod as he sat up and grabbed his phone, a frown falling on his face making you move wrap your arm around his leg resting your cheek on his knees. “What wrong Bam?”

“Jackson hasn’t messaged me at all..I..I miss him.” His pout dropped to a full grown as you watched his lip quiver, his eyes building with tears as you moved to nuzzle yourself on top of him, his arms wrapping around your back as he let out a whimper. “It's like he doesn’t want me anymore. I know I'm not a conventual omega, you know? I'm tall and lanky and I’m a stubborn brat, but he said he was okay with all of that. He said he liked my body, and he was okay that I’m taller than him and that I’m not afraid to speak my mind..but what if he’s not. What if he found a shorter, curvier omega? Someone more obitident and he just doesn't know how to tell me.” His words had you moving closer, knowing he had no concern about your weight completely on him, he needed to compression as you nuzzled yourself deeper into his skin.

“Bam..”

“He didn’t even spend my heat with me, he hasn't even gotten me a courting gift.” His voice was full of pain as he held you close, letting a sob pass his lips as you let out a growl. Jackson had chased after your best friend for five month prior to Bambam caving and agreeing to be in a courting relationship with one of the richest families' sons. Their only son.  When the news broke, Bambam had been assigned bodyguards and a driver. Even when he was alone he was never really alone, and the stress of it all he just wanted to cuddle, scent with Jackson. Yet you would wake up to a facetime of a tired looking Bambam wrapped up in Jackson's sheets, alone, your mutual friends Lisa and her mate Jennie growling at the treatment Bambam was going through. Yet Bambam couldn’t seem to grow the courage to end the relationship. The pull to great between the two.

“Break up with him.”

“I can’t, I love him and I feel like its m-”

“Bam, if you leave him and he doesn’t try to fight it then he isn’t worth your fight. If he wants you then he needs to prove it. Also how he treats you, how any Alpha in this world treats you is not your fault. It's their own head being shoved far up their ass that they can’t see the world around them, and how it doesn't revolve around them. Bam. Text him, tell him you think the two of you need the end thing cause clearly he doesn’t have time for a relationship. Then me and you are gonna shove our faces while he freaks out.”

“But that's so curle.” “So is him, your supposed boyfriend and courting Alpha, not even texting you two words when he gets up, or even just letting you sit with him during his lunches in his office in silence. He hands you a scented hoodie for the week then you rarely see him afterwards. It's his turn to see how it feels.”

“I don’t want to lose him.” “Then don’t take my advice, okay? I'm not gonna force you but I'm gonna be here for you, nesting and feeding you.”

“It hurts.”

“I know.” He sighs pulling away from you, grabbing his phone, your eyes peering over watching him write out a text to Jackson. I’m sorry to bother you during work, I know you hate that, but I really think we should break up. You clearly don’t have the time for a courting relationship, and I can’t handle you being so cold to me. Again I'm sorry for bothering you. But I think this is for the best. It was scent with tear filled eyes as your arms stayed wrapped around his neck, the delivery staying, like it was a tattoo on his phone. It had him scoffing as he dropped his phone and turned into your chest.

“I hate Alphas.”

“Me too.”

“Lets mate so no Alpha will ever fuck with us again.” His words had you snorting as he let out a pain filled giggle against your chest as you ran your hand through his hair, his eyes closing rightly as your mother knocked on the door.

“Sorry to bother you, but Y/n don’t you have work sweetheart.” Her tone was sweet as she lingers at the open door, her eyes falling on the still crying Bambam as you gave her a small smile.

“No, I was given the day off.”

“Oh well, breakfast for the two fo you is in the microwave.” Nodding she gives a small wave in goodbye and shuts your door. The ding of a phone had babam tenseing, but he relaxed, though with a deafeed look when he saw his message was still on delivered. While your phone was showing a new message from Jin. Saying what time he was going to arrive to extache paper work with you.

“Food then back to sleep?”

“Yes.”

_____________________________

Waking up to a pounding on your door, had your eyes snapping open, Bam had taken the spot closest to the wall, under a large pile of blankets. A sweater of yours draping over his skin, lips parted eyes still closed dead asleep. Yet the pounding on your front door awoke you. Slowly moving out of bed you see his phone had twenty missed calls, and too many messages for Jackson not wanting the boy in your bed. Taking a deep breath, you walk out of your room and down the hall to your front door unlocking the deadbolt but leaving the chain hooked. As you open the door, there you see a panting Jackson, his eyes pitch black as he looks at you with a pained expression. His alpha scent was sour, thick, the minty freshness of his scent drowned out by his distress. His pain.

“Please.” He whimpers, his head bowing, neck on show as you shut the door slightly undoing the chain lock and opening the door more. His body stays put as he takes a deep breath in, whining as he drops to his knees. “Kunpimook, please.” Turning your head you see a shuffling Bambam, his eyes red puffy as you step back, Jacksons body dropping to a full bow. Forehead touching the ground as you see Bambam tilt his head, looking to you as you nod for him to follow.  His body slowly drops to the ground pushing Jacksons shoulders back making Jackson whine, his eyes looking at the hand that was placed on his shoulder. “Omega mine.” Jackson mumbles, your body slowly moving back, trying to give the two space but also needing to make sure Bambam was safe. You watch Bambam tilt his head  as Jackson mimicked him, his action following the younger as Bambam gave what you assumed was a tight lipped smile as you watch Jacksons shoulders drop. Head falling forward pressing against Bambam chest as Jackson let out a purr.  “Home.”

“He isn’t talking normally.” Bambam whispers to you, looking at you as you giggle as you move slowly as Jackson wraps his arms around Bambam and growles at you making the omegas jaw go slack as you place your hand over your mouth.

“Just go with it, my mom called it the puppy stage.” your words had Bambam nodding as he looks at you with a frown. “Bam if you want him, go with him. “ He gives you a smile as he pulls from Jackson, who whines as he watches Bambam stan following the Omegas movements as he moves and nuzzles his face into Bambams neck.

“I think you should go. Listen to what they have to say.” He mumbles whe Jackson suddenly lifts the boy in his arms making , Bambam sequel as you giggle. Jackson is moving out of your apartment. “My stuff!”

“Home. Omega home.”

“I’ll bring it to you later.” You call out watching men in suits fall in toe behind the pair as you shake your head and shut your apartment door. A deep breath in.

Should you give them a chance? You wondered, moving to your living room couch, fixing the messy bun your hair was in. Eyes blinking slowly as you take a deep breath in, what bad could come from it?

“A lot.” You state out loud shaking your head as you let out a deep sigh, wrapping yourself into your fathers blanket that your mother kept in the living room. His scent was long gone, yet the memories of him wrapped in the blanket had your eyes water as you nuzzled yourself into the grey fabric. How you longed for the day you could speak to him, he’d know what to do.

“Dad you don't get it!” Your voice echoes through the halls of your home, his body trailing after you as you storm your way into your bedroom, his foot stopping your bedroom door slamming. His brown eyes shone as he looked at you. “Alphas don't understand!”

“Then explain it to me kiddo, please. Why aren’t you eating? Why are you changing your wardrobe? Tell me what that has to do with being an Omega.” His words were full of begging. Pleading as you whine leaving your door, gathering the blankets from your bedroom ground, rushing to your bed as you begin to move around the mattress. “Kid, come on I hate seeing you like this.”

“I’m just doing what any Omega would if no Alpha looked at them Dad, that's all. A diet doesn’t hu-”

“You haven’t eaten in over a week, a weak young lady. I don't want to force my hand and use the Alpha tone on you just so you’d actually eat. Baby I hate seeing you like this.” His words softened as he trailed into your room.

“Just go away dad.” He went silent, then you looked up to see he was gone. Rolling your eyes, you start rearranging  the pillows around your bed, when suddenly your dad's scent wraps around you as he enters your nest. Your eyes widening as you growl to he wraps you in his favorite grey blanket. A bowl of rice and chicken in hand as he shakes his head.

“I’ll never go away, but nice try. Now eat something pup.”

You missed those days, the days he showed up in your bedroom food in hand, blanket in the other making sure you ate. Then you felt comfortable enough during your school days to eat.You missed the days, where you fingers would glide along the keys of a piano, his laughter joining as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You missed the look in in your mothers eyes when she looked at him, or how he always found her in a room no matter how big, how crowded. You missed their joint laughter as they teased you on your birthdays, or how much your father loved the two of you. Without him it was quiet walls, and lonely nights. It scared you.

It scared you to even think about letting someone love you the way your father did, letting someone see you the way he saw your mother. It terrified you, cause you saw how quickly people leave, they disappear so quickly without a trace, well that's a lie, the only trace is pain. The empty feeling craves in your chest, the sadness that elopes every memory with them. You never knew that the taste of chicken and rice could make you cry, or the smell of lily flowers mixed with an unforgettable spicy could make your chest hurt. How on random days, your body felt as you were in the car again, the car became so scary to you. You never knew you couldn’t listen to a piano without your body shaking, never could understand why music became so sour for you. You're scared to show them why you flinch away from loud noise, all because the flash of a blaring horn rushes through you. How could you put them through that? Dealing with the night terrors and panic attacks on your bad days. You wish you could. You wish you could love them without the fear of losing them.

But isn’t that the part of it all? The chance of losing it all for just one moment of happiness. So, take the risk or don’t.

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[literaila]

hi!! can i request reader & loki watching a movie together? idk, maybe mean girls- and with popcorn, snacks, sour candy! they end up cuddling as well :) established relationship, thank you!!!!!!

alluring lullaby

loki x gn!reader

a/n: thank you for the request love, forgive me as I myself should be in bed right now. i hope you enjoy.

all it took was a smile really.

no— it only ever took a smile.

one quick smile, teeth and all, a kiss on the cheek and a few words of convincing, and loki was practically bent at your fingertips.

not that he minded— you definitely didn’t —in the first place. a smile from you was worth all the pain you might’ve forced upon him. even if it was a highly popular midguardian movie and a night spent on the couch.

(not that he minded that either.)

but still, putting up a bit of resistance every time you pleaded with him was only in his nature. and possibly he liked to watch for the secretive smile that you thought he couldn’t see.

tonight, against his will, you’d chosen something you referred to as “mean girls” while he watched the microwave spin the bag of popcorn round and round.

“it’s not as good as watching the kernels pop but,” you’d sighed earlier, handing him a box he had no idea what to do with. “it’ll have to do.”

loki had raised an eyebrow at that, not completely understanding what you were saying, but then you smiled at him again and any hesitation he might’ve had was gone. he was unconsciously smiling back.

despite the efforts he put into seeming inconvenienced by these nights when you and him were sealed off from the rest of the world, he couldn’t deny that they were some of his favorites. that watching you smile at the tv and lean into him when he whispered something in your ear was infuriatingly enchanting and he never wished for it to stop. truth be told, most nights like these, he hated to go to bed. to return to normal life after being so completely content with you.

so, with the popcorn popped (a thrilling endeavor if he’d ever seen one) candy laid out on the coffee table in front of you both and the movie in the player, the both of you sat down with the lights dimmed.

it was already dark outside, and you’d convinced loki that this wouldn’t be a proper experience with the lights on.

“what is this movie about?” loki asked as you played with the remote, flipping through the previews. he watched the colors fly by with wide eyes.

you smiled a bit wider and nodded over to him “oh the usual. life-sucking demons. dragons. arsonists with hearts of gold. fun things, you know”

he hummed at that, leaning back against the couch. it took him a moment to process what you’d said.

“…is it really?”

a laugh as you put the remote down and sat next to him, your shoulders not quite touching. you already had a hold on the popcorn, offering him the bowl to share. “no not really,” you teased. “it’s about something worse…”

loki only rolled his eyes, grabbing a handful of popcorn, not giving into your attempt at anticipation.

“my brother?” he deadpanned, not quite joking, not quite serious.

you laughed louder at that, turning your attention to the screen, which was now playing the opening credits.

“teenage girls”

and with that, loki copied you and started to watch, taking the bowl in his own hands without noticing.

it was minutes later, far enough into the movie to where loki could finally understand what you’d meant— he was almost impressed with how many lies these characters told — when you felt Loki's lips on your ear, tickling the sensitive skin of your neck only slightly.

“why are you so far away?” he asked, slipping and arm down to your thigh and rubbing the skin gently, asking permission almost.

you giggled, maybe at the screen, maybe at him. and leaned in closer.

not that either of you would admit it but these interruptions were the best part of these nights. talking during movies was strictly forbidden, but neither of you could ever seem to follow the rules.

he took your movement as the unspoken words he’d been waiting for, pulling an arm around the back of your neck so that he could get a better grip on you, he slid you almost completely into his lap. his head rested on yours and you couldn’t help but sigh into his chest.

he whispered a quiet “darling,” against your head, ticking your scalp and holding you a bit tighter. it sent goosebumps down your skin.

somehow, the hard sharpness of his body was far more comfortable than the couch had been.

with that, you continued to watch the movie, enjoying the new way you could feel him laughing against you. the vibrations he couldn’t hide from you even if he tried. you were almost sure that he was enjoying this movie.

the two of you continued to eat popcorn, which loki had moved to his hip so that both of you could reach without disturbing the position. you snacked on candy and relaxed against the hard softness of his stomach and chest, listening to his heartbeat almost as much as you listened to the movie.

and halfway through, despite your best efforts, you fell asleep to his comforting rhythm.

loki didn’t notice for a while, figuring you were full of popcorn and distracted by the movie. he whispered little things in your ear still, not realizing that you couldn’t hear any of them.

it was only when he noticed himself laughing at something and you limp against him that he finally looked down at your face.

the movie was almost over now, the children in the movie at some event they called “prom” which loki would remind himself to ask you about later.

even asleep though, loki found himself distracted as he watched the light from the tv flicker against your face. you were void of emotion, of tension, but the slight pout of your lips and the sure set to your eyelids was alluring. you weren’t smiling now, but he knew that you could ask him for anything. everything, if you desired.

he let the rest of the movie play on, only half paying attention now, not wanting to disturb you when you looked so beautiful.

but when the screen finally faded to black, and loki felt his own eyelids starting to weigh far more than they should, he knew that he needed to get you to bed and get everything cleaned up.

he picked you up gently. smiling down softly at you. the journey to your bedroom was small, and he was grateful that you didn’t seem to stir as he laid you down, covering you with a throw blanket you kept on the bed.

he loved movie nights because of this most of all. because you always fell asleep, no matter how early or how late in the day it was. it didn’t matter what movie you were watching, or how the two of you were cuddling. your eyes fluttered closed, and loki had the very rare chance of watching you, completely at peace in his arms.

it was something he treasured like no other, something he wouldn’t give up for even the greatest of riches.

he washed the popcorn bowl, put candy in the pantry so you could finish it later. he removed the movie from the tricky technological device it was in and returned it to its case.

he put everything back to perfection, wanting to save you the effort for when you woke up.

and when he was finished, he returned to your room, wanting a few more minutes of your cuddling, of your sweet face and lovely scent. he just wanted a few minutes more.

but there you were, laying in bed, eyes barely open, waiting for him to return.

“you’re awake,” he whispered softly, climbing under the covers and moving closer to you.

you hummed as a reply, grabbing onto his shirt and placing your head in the crook of his neck. his heartbeat was the most lovely lullaby.

“i didn’t mean to wake you,” loki stroked the top of your head, staring down at you as you closed your eyes once again.

“you didn’t,” was all you answered, holding onto him tighter and kissing his clothed chest. “did you enjoy the movie?”

it was a soft mutter against him, barely audible, but loki just chuckled and sighed against you. he kissed the top of your head, closing his eyes finally.

“i enjoyed you,”

they were sweet words against your skin, against the air that was cool between the two of you. his hands were pulling you further down, a sleep aid you were very familiar with.

you fell asleep for the second time that night with a smile. not needing to convince him of anything.

you were all it really took.

[yandere-daydreams]

Kinktober - Day One

Prompt: Cockwarming

Pairing: Lucifer/Reader (Obey Me)

TW: Dub-Con, AFAB!Reader, Non-Graphic Violence, Semi-Public Sex, and Verbal Degradation.

Things always seemed to escalate, with Lucifer.

It was one of his many, many unpleasant talents, even if you seemed to be the only person who ever got to see its full extents. You might follow him into an empty classroom under the guise of looking for something he’d forgotten, and more often than not, you’d leave limping and bruised with a poor, nearly abandoned notebook cradled in your arms. He might call you into his room to help him with something he should’ve been able to handle by himself, and the next morning, you’d wake up in his bed, a uniform already folded on the bedside table to replace the one he’d shredded. And, when he asked you to come to his office to sign a form for the exchange program, you tended to end up stripped from the waist down, his coat draped over your shoulders and his cock buried so deep inside of you, you were afraid that if you moved in just the wrong way, you’d break altogether.

That might’ve been the problem. You’d break, meaning you weren’t already broken. Meaning he hadn’t broken you, yet.

That was another thing about Lucifer. Things always escalated, but tonight, they couldn’t seem to escalate enough.

It was frustrating. It was frustrating, and more than that, it wasn’t, it couldn’t be, it would never be frustrating enough. Even if you could feel that familar pressure, a tight compression that made your toes curl and your body heat up as your hips pressed flash against his, a strong arm kept you from moving, from going any further, and although the edge of his desk was biting into your spine, his chest slotted against yours as his warm breath ghosted over your exposed neck, he was more than happy to neglect you and scribble away at whatever paperwork Diavolo had sent off for him to do. There was tension, but there wasn’t friction. There was slick, dripping from your enterance and drooling onto his lap, but there wasn’t anything to do with it. There wasn’t discomfort, but there wasn’t the pleasure that would make it worth the pain, there wasn’t the satisfaction.

There was just Lucifer, the sound of his quill scratching against paper, and your own growing irritability, as he failed to provide anything but the prior.

You didn’t even notice you were starting to move, not until your fists were already balled around the dark fabric of his shirt as you attempted to grind against him, but whatever feeble, stuttering pace you were able to pick up was quickly interrupted by a row of gloved fingertips digging into your side, stiffling your progress without remorse. At least he felt the need to look at you, this time, a poorly concealed sigh making his exasperation more than apparent. Still, it was manufactured, dramatic, at best. He liked having power of you. He liked being in charge. If he’s denying himself anything, it’s only because he planned on making you beg for it.

Still, that didn’t stop him from pouting as he leaned back, a frown pulling at the corners of his lips, as overdone as it was enraging. “You’re squirming,” He said, his sympathy layered on so heavily, you could almost believe it was genuine. “Again.”

It took you a moment to remember how to speak, the air catching in your throat as soon as you opened your mouth. There wasn’t enough, there wasn’t nearly enough, but at the same time, there was too much for your voice not to shake, too much for you not to hesitate before you spoke. You could only hope it wouldn’t go to his head, but judging by how reflexively his frown broke into a smirk, it was a pointless thing to wish for. “Can’t help it,” You mumbled, making a half-hearted attempt to hide your face in his shoulder. “You’re-- It’s uncomfortable.”

That earned a jerk of his hips, a sudden thrust upward that left you biting back a moand clenching your thighs around his waist. From the light chuckle he let out, you would’ve thought that’d pinched your cheek or given you the gentlest love tap, but Lucifer was good at that. He always found a way to make you think you were the crazy one, that he was doing something innocent and you were wrong for wanting to get off on it.

“It’s uncomfortable,” He mused. His grip around your midriff began to loosen, but any relief that might have brought was short-lived. Before his arm could fall away completely, his free hand was cupping your chin, tilting your head back with a little more force than he really needed to use. “Is it uncomfortable? I thought I was doing you a favor by giving you so much time to adjust.” The pad of his thumb pushed into your jaw, driving out a low whimper before you could swallow it down. Lucifer only hummed as he pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head, a gesture much too loving for the situation he’d dragged you into. “You’re always going on about how much it hurts, how I’m being too rough, how you’re not getting what you want. Isn’t this better, (Y/n)?”

You didn’t answer. It wasn’t, he knew it wasn’t, but you had a feeling he didn’t care. It was all you could do to tug his coat around you, to ignore the way your cunt clenched around him and do your best not to meet his eyes as you changed the topic. “Someone could walk in,” You whined, nodding towards his office door. “If anyone hears something--”

You didn’t get a chance to finish. Before you could get another word out, his hand had fallen away from your jaw, his hold finding your neck, instead. It was a sudden movement, something so abrupt and so impulsive, you didn’t realize he’d moved, not until you were lying flat on his desk, your spine aching and your throat throbbing as you realized how difficult it’d become to breath. That wasn’t your main concern, though, no, it didn’t even come close. For a second, for a brief, blissful second, he was fucking into you, lighting your nerves on fire and making everything so beautiful as he inadvertantly forced himself even deeper, as he finally gave you want you needed. But, it was only for a second. Just as quickly as you’d caught hold of the slightest hint of contentment, it was ripped away from you, torn and destroyed by Lucifer’s firm grip and his stern scowl as he held you down, refusing to let you rut into him or do anything besides writhing and mewling for what he was just too kind to give you.

“Such a greedy little slut,” He growled, his patience giving in before his discipline. You could feel him twitching inside of you, he had to want this as badly as you did, but if Lucifer cared about his own carnal urges, you couldn’t tell. This wasn’t about sex, for him, it wasn’t about panting and sweating and making someone else feel good. He wanted you to suffer, he wanted to stand by and watch as you humiliate yourself into submission, and as much as you hated to admit it, Lucifer tended to get what he wanted. “I’ll give you a choice. You can either shut your mouth and wait your turn, or you can keep acting up and see how generous I’m feeling when you’re finished. I think you’re smart enough to make the right descion, love.”

You hated him. You hated him, and you hated his office, and you hated his cock and you hated how much you didn’t hate it, you hated how much you wanted more. You hated that he was right, and you hated how small he made you feel, by saying it so blatantly. You hated all of it.

You just wish you hated it a little more.

Meekly, you let your head fall to the side, Lucifer’s grin only growing wider as your body relaxed under his. You knew what he wanted, and he knew you were going to give it to him. The only thing you could do was try not to draw it out any longer than you had to.

“I can wait.”

[youryanderedaddy]

Oh look, With a cherry on top aGaIn. Why am I so attached to this abusive bastard 😔✊

Tw: female reader, implied non - con, choking, domestic abuse, manipulation, possessive behavior, jealousy, hinted alcoholism, slight sadism (if you squint), Albert being nasty as always

You couldn't breathe properly. You couldn't feel your limbs anymore because of the tight rope forcing them apart and each careless flinch resulted in sharp tearing pain. His death grip was burning the sensitive skin on your throat like a fire ring, but his eyes were cold and clear like ice. His scarlet lips were twisted in a crazed sadistic smirk, your misery seemed to amuse him genuinely.

"Nggh..." You opened your mouth to gasp for air but quickly lost that simple privilege when Albert stole your breath away in a long wet kiss, too life - threatening to be even remotely passionate for you. Only once your husband had explored every corner of your mouth and managed to push his tongue so deep it hit your uvula did he feel ready to let your limp body rest against the sheets already reeking of fear. You inhaled deeply, unsure when your next chance would be and whether you'd have one at all. The man smiled half - heartedly and towered over you, the white light over his head messing with your tired fuzzy mind into seeing it as a halo. Oh, the irony.

"You really are a disgusting whore." Your abuser spat out with venom, his voice much more cruel than his cocky arrogant expression. You shook your head no only to be met with a harsh slap across your cheek. Your eyes watered, the tears hot, stinging, acid. "Don't lie to me, bitch. I saw the way you were looking at the waiter in the restaurant." He reached out to pull your hands above your head, squeezing down painfully and shaking your whole body in the process. His breathe was warm on your neck, Albert was drunk again. These days it was rare to see him sober - he only seemed to keep his cool around your son, and you were scared that one day he would wake up and stop caring whether his child saw him as a monster or not.

"I give you everything." Your husband growled, biting dangerously close to your jugular. His sharp teeth sank deep into your flesh, forming yet another symbol of ownership. As if the ring wasn't enough. As if birthing his offspring wasn't enough. "I give you food, a place to live, a purpose in life..." The businessman paused to look you straight in the eyes and you felt more exposed than ever. "I give you love and protection." He continued after a while, his gaze never losing its terrifying intensity. "Without me you would have lived on the streets forever, forced to sell your body like a common whore." The man added bitterly while covering your neck in hickeys, bruises and lovebites.

"At least I had my freedom back then." You uttered weakly, moaning in pain every now and then. You knew that talking back to Albert was risky, borderline suicidal, but you didn't have much to lose anyways. You didn't own anything valuable other than your son anymore, but some part of you wanted to believe that the millionaire wouldn't hurt his own flesh and blood. "You treat me like a slave. To you I'm just a ragdoll you can use and abuse whenever you want." You finally said what you had been keeping in for the last year and the instant relief in your heart almost made the awaiting punishment worth it. Almost.

"Darling, you don't even know what pain is." Your husband murmured in your ear eerily, wrapping his hands tightly around your body like a snake. You squirmed in your bonds pathetically but he was much stronger and bigger than you so any chance of throwing him off was nothing more than wishful thinking. "I work day and night to support our family, our son, and all I ask for is your love and dedication. You're mine. My wife. My love." The businessman mumbled softly all while caressing your hair again and again. "My dirty little whore." He whispered, his voice drowning in sleazy lust. The sudden change in his behavior made you uneasy, still, you remained quiet. "But if you don't want to be my good girl then I will just have to fuck the disobedience out of you." Albert smirked against your skin, his lips cold as ice. "Pet."

This was certainly going to leave a mark.

[miakataylor]

Newt x reader ~ A Cold Bed

I woke up, and the first thing I noticed was that I was in a cold bed.

I pulled the blanket up under my chin and reminded myself that a cold bed would be the only thing I'd ever wake up in again.

It was one year today. One year since I watched the love of my life die in my arms. I didn't want to get out of bed, but there was to much to be done. This wasn't a free for all. 

Everyone else seemed to know about it too, because all day I kept getting worried glances from my friends and curious ones from the other immunes. I wanted to snap at them, tell them to shuck off, but I knew they were just worried. But I didn't want them to worry, I just wanted to forget. 

I hadn't said much after... well, you know. And I didn't sing anymore either, my music and inspiration leaving me when Newt did. And it had been that way for a whole year now, not a single thing changed. 

At lunch, I grabbed an apple from the kitchen and walked down to the beach. There were a few couples there, spread out so they could have their lunch dates in peace. I wondered what it would have been like, if he was here-

'No.' I shook my head to clear my thoughts and moved on, not looking at them again as I made my way around them to where flat rocks jutted out over the ocean, and I sat down, tossing my apple from one hand to the other.

I wasn't really hungry. I had just grabbed it because I knew that if I didnt, someone would come "check up on me". 

I never really ate much anymore, but no one else needed to know that.

I sighed, and smoothed my - his - jacket down and pulled it tighter around my shoulders when the wind blew in from the ocean.

It smelled of salt and of so many other things I couldn't place. It was a small I couldn't quite explain, but I had loved since the first time I had smelled it.

I closed my eyes and let the wind blow my hair back from my face, enjoying the scent and taking in the rare moment of peace. Then that moment was broken.

I heard someone approach the rock where I sat, and then felt as they plopped down next to me, not bothering to open my eyes and look to see who the intruder of my peace was. 

"Hey." It was Minho. "Watcha doin?"

I didnt answer, instead leaning over and resting my head on his shoulder. He smelled like the ocean, too.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "I know you probably don't want to hear this," he began hesitantly, pulling his head back to look me in the eyes.

"Minho, if this is about Newt...." I looked up at him, my exhaustion showing through. I didn't want to be reminded of everything I had lost, again.

He disregarded it, and continued on.

"But you really do have friends here who will help you move on if you would let them." I sighed, defeated, and looked back out to the ocean.

My friend continued in a quieter voice. "You know Newt wouldn't have wanted to hold you down after he was gone. I think... I think it's time to let him go."

When I didn't respond to that, he stood and began walking away, leaving me to think about his words. As he left, he was met by Brenda.

" Minho, y/n. There is a new group that just came in, and it's got a lot more people than usual. Vince asked for your guys' help."

"Alright." I stood up and followed them, slipping the apple into my pocket for later. 

This happened quite often. More people, mostly kids like us, made their way here looking for refuge, a home, protection from WCKD and the Scorch.

Minho and Brenda jogged ahead, but I was in no hurry. It's not like there was a push for time. Here, we had all the time in the world to do anything... and sometimes, that could be a curse. More often than not, I would sit alone in my thoughts... and that's when the feelings I tried so hard to push down got the better of me. 

When I reached the group, I could tell something was off. While the other immunes got the newbies, or Greenies, as we still liked to call them, all settled in, taking names and what not, I saw a group of people- my people-  not moving, just staring with shocked expressions on their faces, a few even crying.

I froze. What had happened? Did someone get hurt? Even though my mind was racing with every possible way something could have gone wrong, my feet wouldn't move. 

Then, Thomas launched himself forward, then Minho, then Brenda, and Gally wrapped his arms around the group. It took me a moment before I realized they were all hugging someone.

Minho was the first to pull back. "Wait until y/n gets here!" I heard the person receiving the affection say something, but it was to quiet to hear and I could barely make out a voice at all. I took a small step closer. 

Minho answered with, "Yes, of course she is! That girl is stronger than all of us shanks combined." The group laughed, some through their tears, and Minho turned to look for me.

I didn't move. I wasn't sure who, or what, waited for me, and when Minho's eyes met mine, I could tell he was crying.

He gestured for me to go to him, but I didnt move, my feet rooted to the spot.

He came over to me and slung an arm around my shoulder, guiding me towards the group. "Minho... what happened?"

He didn't answer, and I could feel my heart beating faster than it should have been, out of fear or excitement, I wasn't sure.

As we approached the group, my friends pulled back to reveal the object of their affection and I felt my heart stop. My breath stuck in my throat and my hand flew to cover my mouth as my eyes began to water gainst my will.

"Newt?"

It was him. It was Newt.

His hair was longer than I remembered and his skin was darker from the sun too. But it was him, really him.

An agonizingly long moment passed when all we could do was look at each other, take in the differences since we had last seen each other, trying to accept the fact that we were actually there, together again.

Then everything seemed to happen all at once. A loud sob escaped my lips amd we rushed forward, me falling I to him and him wrapping me in a hug so tight I thought I'd feel it forever. If he hadn't been holding me, I would have fallen to the ground, my knees felt so weak.

I released a sob into his shoulder, my head trying to decided if this was real or not, and my heart hoping it was. 

 After a moment, he pulled back and looked into my eyes with his own dark ones. I touched his face, moving my hand across his jaw, up his cheek, around his eye, down his nose and ended on his lips.

"You're really here..." I was shaken, sure I was dreaming. "I watched you die..."

He shook his head. "WCKD found me. Well, what was left of WCKD." He glanced at Thomas when he said that. "Saved my life, gave me the cure... then tried to use me as their lab rat again. I got away, thanks to what was left of that Lawrence guy's army, and then it was arranged for me to come here with the next group...."

Vince walked up to us and shook Newts hand, beaming. "Its good to have you back with us. You've been... very missed."

Newt nodded his thanks, and pulled me closer to him, if that was possible.

After Vince had walked away, he tucked his head into the crook of my neck and whispered against my skin, "God, I missed you so much."

My tears began after that, and entire years worth of unfathomable sadness and bottles up grief pouring out in that moment. I cried, letting out all of the anger I didn't know I had stored up, all of the pain I had felt, all of the loss. 

"Promise me," I said through my tears, my voice breaking. "Promise me you'll never leave me again. Where you go, I will go too."

"I promise... where you go, I go."

Later that night, there was a celebration to welcome the Greenies to their new home. "How does it feel to be a Greenie again, Newt?" Fry pan teased at one point. "Better than you can imagine," he laughed, looking at me.

After catching up with the others, Newt led me back to our now shared hut, and pulled me into a hug.

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you marry me?"

I pulled back to look in his eyes, see if he truly meant it. He held my gaze expectantly and I felt tears sting my eyes once more and I nodded my head, unable to say anything for fear I would break down again.

"I love you so much," he said, his voice thick with emotion and his accent as soft and as strong as I remembered it.

"I love you too," I whispered, and kissed him without thinking.

He held my neck with one hand and pulled me closer with the other, kissing me back with the passion of a long lost lover.

We broke apart finally, our heads resting against each others as we breathed.

Then he picked me up and carried me over to our bed, kissing me all the way.

That night, just before I fell asleep, I heard him whisper, "I have been so lost without you... and now I am home."

I smiled for the first time in forever and drifted off with the thought, 'I'll never wake up in a cold bed again.'

~ 

8/10/21