#... I know its just a dream but i feel so dirty and disgusted and bad and no

[mrfoox]

Um... So... That dream ruined me thanks 🙃

[osakhee]

like that, perv!sohee x reader

! obsessive behavior, voyeurism (from both sides), reader kinda take revenge on sohee, dry humping, blowjob, a little bit of spit... some cum eating kinda...

based on the song like that by babymonster

note : i LOVE that song so badly but the lyrics are absolutely insane i couldn't stop thinking about it its been WEEEKKSSSS and finally i decided to do something out of it... lyrics will be written in red, please enjoy :3

if you ask him, sohee will tell you it's not that bad. no, he's not being too much. it's not too much when he follows you around the corridors, it's not too much when he tries to take pictures of you when you wear special kind of outfits, it's not too much when he sits behind the bench in front of your building so he can get a peak of you in your pajamas when you get close to the window. he likes you, it's a common behavior, isn't it?

you know sohee has been keeping an eye on you since the start of the year. you know he's been watching closely, a little too closely. you used to have a quite normal relationship with him, just two classmates that share a lot of classes together, and sohee has always been friendly. you don't really know what happened, but his behavior flipped after the first month. he used to sit next to you and he loved chatting between classes, but you soon found him sitting at the very far back of the class. even if you thought it was in your head, you could swear you felt his eyes on you the whole time. and sohee avoided you in the hallways. sometimes he would walk very close to you, without looking at you and his gaze fixed on his shoes.

you were a bit sad, sohee could have been such a nice friend through this school year, and you kept wondering what you did wrong. did you do something that hurt him? the whole time, you felt really terrible as if sohee's behavior was your fault. maybe just seeing you made him feel bad and he couldn't do anything about it, so you started mirroring the way he acted with you.

it's only after months of feeling a pang of guilt in your heart every time you saw him that you finally caught him. you arrived late to an early morning class, and you had to walk behind sohee to reach your desk. that's when you saw on the screen of his phone a picture of you in a very weird angle, probably a shot taken really fast and in an awkward way. and you couldn't miss the way sohee was slowly palming himself through his pants, his finger drawing circles on the faint bulge poking at his jeans. it felt dirty, and disgusting, you hated every part of it. the pretty and innocent face of your classmate turned out to be one's of a pervert that got off by seeing you.

since that moment, you became more aware of sohee's acts toward you. the way his eyes would quietly travel your curves, his hand in the pocket of his sweatpants each time you met him in the corridor and the weird tension each time he had to speak to you. after a while, you started finding funny how desperate he was. he was probably dreaming of having you all to himself, probably fucking you or anything else he could have in bed, but in the end, he was only jerking off in the school's bathrooms.

instead of confronting him in front of your class like you had decided at first, you decided to play with his mind. just because it was much funnier that way. on the days you shared classes with sohee, you started wearing your most revealing clothes, you created appealing outfits to fuck with his head. and you couldn't help the smile on your face when sohee would rush out of the class the second it ended, or the blush that creeped on his cheeks and up to his ears. and the best of all, sohee was completely oblivious. he had no idea you were playing with his heart -and dick, for some reasons-, he just thought to himself that he got really lucky to meet you.

you knew sohee would often follow you home. it's the part that creeped you out the most, and you thought it was also the most pathetic of them all. fucking his fist at school with his tshirt in his mouth to muffle his moans was a thing, but jerking off to the sight of someone while sitting outside of their home was another level of desperation. you started walking more often in underwear in front of the window, only closing the blinds when you were sure sohee left his poorly hidden spot.

each day only made sohee grow more addicted to you. just your scent when you walked past him, or the outline of your body when the lights were dimmed in your apartment, it was enough for him to go over the edge all the time. he spent another evening sitting beside the bench in front of your building, his eyes quickly wandering to the open window on the first floor so he would catch a glimpse of you taking off your hoodie and ruffling your hair. god why do you need to be attractive to him? why is he feeling that way each time he sees you? just like any other day, sohee couldn't help himself, his hand quickly making its way inside his boxers so he could massage his dick to the sight of you. more than often, he'd end up covering his underwear in the sticky liquid after he wiped his hand on it before making his own way home.

sohee wished you would never know. his situation wasn't the best, and he could only dream of having you on your knees for him, he wished he could take you with him and hide you somewhere so you'd be his forever. sometimes he felt like you would catch him taking sneaky pictures of you and it made his whole body burn with anxiety, his heart pounded in his chest to the point he believed it was going to jump out. he felt ashamed, but how else could he act? he liked you, he wanted you so much, he couldn't think of any other ways to fulfill his desires and needs without having to tell you. probably because he would melt on the spot if you ever asked him about it.

one more evening of watching sohee fumble after he came in his pants outside your window and you had enough. he was so desperate, you were sure taking care of him was going to be a dream come true to him. you almost felt pitiful when you imagined his pretty eyes turning wide. after all, that's all he wants, you were doing him a favor! maybe if you have fun, it wouldn't be a one time thing. you decided to consider it like a punishment, it made you feel a little better about it. a revenge, a way to fight back for his nasty acts.

you walk into class and look right at sohee. you meet his eyes and he immediately looks away, you can already see the red that paints his cheeks. you smile to yourself, he's so easy to play with, you couldn't wait to make his mind spin. for one of the first time, the class seems endless. you're really passionate about your studies, but your brain is focused on sohee and what you planned for him.

and when finally your class ends, you quickly get out so you could catch up on sohee. he's walking away so fast in the hallway that you almost lose him, it's like you're taking his place when he chases you home at the end of your day. when he finally slows his pace, you extend your hand to grip his wrist. sohee jumps in surprise and turns to you, his heart is pounding so loud in his ears he feels like he's gonna pass out. he can barely recall how your voice sounds like, it's been so long since you spoke to him, and when you call his name, he feels weak in his knees.

"sohee? can i speak to you for a second?"

"is there... something wrong..?"

his voice sounds so hesitant, he doesn't even try to free his wrist but the feeling of your fingers burn his skin to the bone. his breath gets shorter, his throat feels so dry he doesn't know if he'll be able to speak again. he licks his lips and looks down at your hand, where your grip is tight on him. you clear your throat and sohee looks back at you again.

"you know we have this essay due at the end of the week... you always do well, i figured out you could help, what do you think?"

"oh um... well maybe, when do you-"

"come over tonight? is that okay?"

"oh..."

sohee couldn't believe it, his flushed ears couldn't believe it. the forbidden door of your home finally opens, he will be surrounded with your scent, your clothes, and you all in the same place. he can't help but the warmth that colored his face with nervousness travels down his body to start a fire in his lower stomach. he looks away and nods, freeing his wrist from your fingers. he believes the smile that appears on your lips is just a grin of relief because he'll be studying with you.

you couldn't sit still while looking at the large clock on the wall, the seconds are ticking abnormally slowly to you. you look back at sohee and you could feel his anticipation from his seat, for once he seems really concentrated on your teacher's speech. as if he wanted time to stop so he would never have to follow you to your dorm room. he can't maintain eye contact with you, he wonders how he's going to even speak to you once it's just you and him.

the clock finally shows 5pm and you gather your notebooks. sohee is stuffing his paper sheets in his bag as slow as possible, he can feel your presence next to him and waiting for him. the silence between the both of you is unbearable to him when you walk home, you try not to innocently ask him how he knows what path to follow. you open your door and sohee wonders if he still have the time to run away. suddenly his spot behind the bench outside feels really safe and comforting. but you lock the door behind him, and he knows he's trapped for god knows how long with you. how is he supposed to stay concentrated? you're everything in his mind, you devour every little thought he can have, his blood flows in his veins so he can wake up for another day and see you. after all, he just likes you. just a normal amount.

you offer a seat to sohee at your desk, there's only one chair, you just want to be polite. you drag the chair closer to your bed so you could sit in front of him, and once sohee is settled, you plan can finally start. sohee's leg bounces nervously on the floor and he fidgets with his fingers to avoid putting any kind of attention on you. he knows if he does it's going to be impossible for him not to get hard immediately. you walk behind him, your hand rests on his shoulder and reaches the back of neck, brushing your fingers in his brown hair. sohee is completely frozen in place.

"sohee? did you hear what i said?"

oh. sohee jerks his head up to look at you from the corner of his eye, and you make your way in front of him. he can't escape you anymore.

"what did you say..?"

"i said, i know the look upon your face, you know?"

you walk so close to him sohee can feel your scent filling his mind, he feels like his heart is going to explode, he wants to hand it to you so you could keep playing with it as much as you want. you sit down on his trembling lap, your hands on his shoulders, and the boy in front of you is just a mess under your eyes.

"i might know what you need sohee. if i show you that i know what it's like, would you like that?"

"w-what do you mean..?"

"if i come close baby, do you think you will like that? much closer?"

your breath hits sohee's lips, his desperate eyes plead you to make the first move, to make him realize he's not having another dream. instead, you cover his jaw with warm kisses, you suck a little on his skin, your fingers tangled in his hair. sohee grips his knees so tightly he can feel his nails digging into his pants. you trail your mouth down his neck, you discover every hidden mole on his throat, your teeth sink into his skin and you listen to sohee's whines with a smile. you draw your body closer, your hips pressing down on his. you tug a little on his tshirt to reveal his collarbone, tracing the curves with your tongue, and sohee swears he's going to lose his mind. he's going to wake up, and nothing is going to be real. or if it is, he's going to be home soon but empty, you steal everything, his brain, his heart, his lungs, his secrets. and when you suck on his shoulders to paint pretty red spots, it's like you're sucking his soul away. when you stand up to look at him, his eyes are heavy with need, his hair already feel damp and some strands stick to his temple, his lips are a darker shade of pink probably from staying between his teeth the whole time.

"are you scared sohee? because if you do, i know the way to make sure you never leave."

your voice turns into a whisper that sends a delicious shiver to his spine.

"baby would you like that?"

sohee finally looks into your eyes. the way he nods so eagerly and desperately makes you smile, you slowly roll your hips into his and watch his face contort in pleasure. his eyes flutter shut, his head falls back, exposing his neck. you immediately attack his skin again, and sohee's hands that clawed at his pants catch your shoulders, he pushes you closer to his body as you cover his throat with hot kisses. you can feel his hips rut into yours messily, the hard bulge growing in his clothes brushes you each time. you let all your weight on him and grind your core harder, this time sohee moans audibly. the noises he makes fall into your ears like a melody, one that stay in your mind and play over and over again. one that gets you obsessed.

sohee is breathless, he feels so hot it makes him dizzy. if you don't stop your actions anytime soon he will definitely cum in his pants. it's not new to him, but in front of you it's embarrassing. he wanted to hide. deep down, he wanted to have you watching him, he wanted you to know, to make him yours too, but his innocent facade is almost unbreakable. he's shy, he's embarrassed, you know you'll need so much more to melt his armor.

"sohee baby... how do you feel? tell me."

"mhh i... c-can i have more..."

you can finally feel the crack in his voice, you're slowly making your way inside his locked mind. your hand travels down his chest and under his tshirt that's starting to cling to him, your nails graze his skin and you can feel his shivers under your fingertips. you hips rock against his to a steady rhythm, sohee's hands finally resting on your waist after he found the courage to hold it. his high pitched whines fill your room, he can't hide the pleasure that courses through his veins and burns in his stomach. when you nibble on his earlobe, you feel sohee's grip tighten and he moans your name, his hips twitch against yours in a desperate need of release.

"you like that? better than your hand hm?"

"s-so much better..."

"right baby... i know..."

"please p-please don't stop i'm s-so close..."

it would be too easy to let sohee have his way. he guides your hips into his with weak hands, his moans grow louder each second. you finally stop all movements and you hear sohee's breath stop in a silent whimper, like a desperate cry. when you look at him, he's so pathetic, tears shine in his eyes and threaten to fall off his eyelashes, his face is flushed and his hair messy from how many times he pushed them away. his tshirt now sticks to his chest that moves heavily, and when you get up from his lap, you can see the wet spot that formed on his sweatpants from how much he's been leaking under you.

you walk around him, almost like a predator that finally trapped its prey. and that's how sohee feels like under your hungry gaze, as if you are going to eat him whole. you're already tearing up his mind, the flow of thoughts frozen from the pleasure so intense it makes his head spin. your hand holds his jaw from behind, you tilt his head the way you want and play with his face with your fingertips. each touch sends jolts of pleasure through sohee, making his cock twitch in his pants. the way you whisper in his ear has his eyes rolling back in his head.

"is that what you want sohee?"

"i want- i w-want it so much..."

"don't worry baby, i'll make you feel way better than in your dreams."

you kiss his temple, your hand rest on his neck and you push his head to the side. your lips go down his jaw while your hand goes under his damp tshirt, you rub his chest with your nails and watch him lean into your touch. sohee almost cries when your hands leave him again, as if being far from you is now painful. he doesn't know a world where your hands aren't on him anymore.

your hands hold his knees and you part his legs enough to place yourself in between. sohee can't get his eyes off you anymore, the mask he tried to keep on for so long finally breaks, he gets drunk on your touch, he craves your gaze into his, if he ever felt shame for a while, it got wiped out by the pleasure and the lust. your hand grabs the bulge between his legs, you massage him very slowly through his pants. it's a sweet torture but sohee wishes he could feel it everyday, all the time. you finally pull down his sweatpants, you lean closer into his thighs so you can give kisses to his cock through his underwear. the fabric is already wet from the amount of precum that keeps leaking from his swollen tip, your tongue traces the outline of his hard length through the fabric and sohee can barely hold it any longer.

"m-more... please g-give me more..."

"i know baby."

you finally slide sohee's boxers down and the heavy sigh he lets out once his cock is free has you shivering. it throbs painfully under your gaze, his pink tip desperately calling for you. you lift your eyes to meet sohee's when you open your mouth, you let your tongue rest flat on his slit. immediately sohee's hands cover his face but he can't hide the moan that erupts from his throat, and the others once your hand grab his dick. you let spit dribble from your tongue and down his length while you give him slow strokes, mixing it with his wet arousal.

sohee feels like he could cum at any moment, especially if you keep jerking him off with that look on your face. you take his tip between your lips and eagerly swirl your tongue around it, you just play with the head of his cock for a while until sohee's cries of pleasure get louder. his hands grip your head and his fingers tangle in your hair when you take him deeper inside your hot mouth. you feel him hit the back of your mouth, he's pushing your head down but you try to keep your own steady pace. the way your tongue goes all the way up his length and circle around his tip has sohee breaking apart, he can't stop himself from getting louder and louder. he can feel the tension so close to break and burn his insides, he feels like he's gonna catch on fire soon if you keep going.

you never planned to stop. you jerk him off a little more and tease his slit with your thumb while covering his cock with messy kisses, and when you put him back into your mouth you can tell sohee can't hold it any longer. you let him have his way just for once, his grip on your hair tightens and he fucks his hips up into your mouth to finally chase his orgasm. it comes crashing on him, he buries himself as deep as he can in your throat before stilling his hips. you feel his warm cum fill your mouth, you let it drip on your chin and down your neck. sohee finally lets go of your hair and lean back on the chair, he's spent and exhausted, he's convinced he'll never feel that kind of pleasure again. when he looks down and sees your face covered with his sticky load, he swears he could cum again right on the spot. you slowly get up and kiss him, you share with him nothing but roughness when you play with his tongue and taste his seeds with him. you leave him panting even more as if his breath isn't already ragged by the high he's coming back from.

sohee smiles like an idiot. he feels like he's in heaven, and heaven is definitely your room, with you in it. he feels like he doesn't need to hide anymore, he gets up from the chair and lets his hand rest on your cheek, wiping away the remains of his cum. his eyes are still blurry but the way he looks at you could almost melt your heart. you pull his sweatpants and underwear up and tidy up his shirt, you savor the confused look on sohee's face. you reach for his hand and walk him around your room, you head for the door. he's still as pathetic and clueless as ever. you open the door and drag him outside, he just stands there in complete disbelief. back from heaven and straight to hell.

"i never give pervs like you a second chance. hope you remember that day though, you'll never feel like that again even in your wildest dreams."

you close the door shut.

YAYYYYY PERV SOHEE YAYYYYYY i love him

[anonymousbardd]

꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Made For Each Other

↳ Makoto Hanamiya x FReader

"Mako-san! Ohayo!" The young bubbly girl greeted, and she made her way to her lover, Hanamiya Makoto, who was currently taking a break from practice. Her raven-haired lover smiled and gave her a pat on the head, "Good morning, how's your classes?" He asked, the young girl smiled and showed Hanamiya five test papers with high marks. The young man chuckled and ruffled (F/n)'s hair, "Nice work sweetie," he said with a smirk. Hara popped his gum and loudly complained, "Oi, stop flirting in front of me!" He shouts.

Hanamiya Makoto is a well-known man on the basketball court, he's considered an "Uncrowned King". Those who play very skillfully but don't get as much recognition as the GoM (Generation OF Miracles).

The Kirisaki Daiichi basketball team is known for its dirty playstyle, they don't play by the rules, and that's how they strive to the top. In a field filled with different animals, they are the predators that hunt those who're weaker than them.

Hanamiya Makoto, the captain and coach of the Kirisaki Daiichi basketball team, is known to be the most sadistic and selfish person. He's a man that steals people's dreams and crushes them.

A disgusting man who doesn't care about anything else but be number one. A lot of girls had confessed their feelings for him, but they were all brutally turned down.

Because those girls want nothing more than to irritate their parents, they're going through their rebellious phase and have a weird attraction for the "bad boy" type.

Due to the countless rejections that Hanamiya gave, everyone thought that he just wasn't interested in love at all, they all painted him as a man without a heart.

So what a surprise when they find out that he got together with the most kind and selfless person in their whole school, (F/n) (L/n).

No one has expected such a dynamic, especially for someone like Hanamiya.

"Ne... (L/n)-san, is it okay if I ask you something?" A young girl from asked approached, (F/n) smiled and stopped what she was doing to face her friend, "Sure, you can ask me anything!"

"Well... I know this is kind of inappropriate, but why did you choose to date Hanamiya-san?" The girl asked, (F/n) looked a little surprised, she then giggled and tilted her head, "Why not? He's such a sweetie!"

A lot of people heard, and they all turned their heads to her, in their minds, they were thinking, "What the hell does she mean by that?"

(F/n) sighed sat down on her chair and looked out the window, "He's really sweet and passionate about the things he's interested in, he always checks up on me and helps me with a lot of things."

As the young girl kept doting on her boyfriend, Hanamiya walked into the classroom which instantly filled the room with thick tension, his menacing demeanor had made everybody turn their heads away.

"Oi, move out of my way..," He said, looking down at a poor classmate.

"Mako-chan!" (F/n) called out in excitement, she ran towards him and jumped in his arms, she giggled and gave him a peck on the cheek, "We're in front of the whole class..." Hanamiya muttered, (F/n) rolled her eyes and smiled, "So? I don't care," she said.

Hanamiya noticed the lingering eyes and got frustrated, "What the hell are you idiots looking at?!" He said frowning, (F/n) lightly punched Hanamiya, "Hey! Don't say those things! They're your classmates!"

He groaned and rolled his eyes, the two of them then walked out of the classroom to get lunch together.

"I wonder what (L/n)-San sees in him..." A young girl muttered as she watched the two couple walk out of the classroom.

A boy hummed and thought for a moment before suddenly getting an idea, "It's because they balance each other out, one's the sun and the other is a moon, though they're the opposite, it sits in just right. Like salt and pepper!"

The same girl hummed and nodded, "You're right... I guess it's just the fact that those two are made for each other."

A/N: I know Hanamiya Makoto may not be everybody's cup of tea, but he's just my favorite character from KnB. I have a thing for sadists please don't judge me :'0.

[kumezyzo]

more streamer!reader with bf!sapnap cause i so desperately need it and i promised to get out the christmas cooking stream...

i started writing this like two weeks ago and im just now getting it out cause im so good at procrastinating 😁 but its also kinda short mb

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap that doesnt really listen to you when you tell him hes not doing something right. he will just look at you and forget that you scolded him in the first place.

"nick, you realize you cant put a metal bowl in a microwave, right?"

"huh?" he looks over at you. your face holding a concerned expression as you look at the bowl in his hands. hes silently just thinking about how you called him nick instead of sapnap.

"wait, HOW did you say microwave?"

bf!sapnap that has to remind people at the beginning of the stream that it was your one year anniversary last month. and your one year of being official meeting in person the past week.

bsf!george who randomly starts playful arguements with you. or even just teases you when you and nick are standing near eachother.

"wow, are you two gonna get married now?"

"i dunno, george. are you and dream gonna fuck soon?" you ask pointedly without looking up from the cookie your helping nick cut out. "or profess your undying love to eachother?"

bf!sapnap who would get really angry or sad if your embroidered gingerbread character on his apron got dirty.

"dream!! you got flour on yn!!" he would scream running to the sink to try to wash it off. you would be standing across the room, looking down at yourself in confusion

"your such an idot, sapnap," dream would tell him, shaking his head and laughing.

"oh...i thought you actually meant on me-"

and

"who the fuck got frosting on yn!?" he would scream again, stomping over to the sink to wash it off.

"baby, its orange..." you tell him, glancing at george and dream from across the island, trying to hide your smile.

"and?"

"youre the only one using orange..."

bf!sapnap who feels bad when you start running around, trying to clean up the mess they made from decorating the cookies.

"yn, just leave it."

"no, its fine," you tell him with a smile. "i need a clean working space."

"but-"

"nick, let me clean."

dream kinda helps dw

bsf!dream who accidentally bumps into you, causing you to turn around and pretend to square up to him.

"come at me bro!" you say, looking up at him and standing in front of him.

he looks down at you and puffs out his chest and flexes his arms. you do the same and squint your eyes up at him.

"what? got nothin to say?!"

he then lightly pushes your shoulder and you dramatically stumble backwards. you place your hand on your 'wounded' shoulder and look at him in betrayal.

"h-how could you...?"

"you guys are so stupid-"

bf!sapnap who holds your waist when hes has to get past you. or just reaches out to touch your hip if there is space to walk by. or lightly pats your ass when he walks away from standing next to you.

"chat is saying sapnap slapped yn's bum," george says in disgust covered by an accusatory lilt.

"i dont know what theyre talking about," nick says, a smile slowly spreading on his lips.

"wait, chat, is that true?"

"i bet he did," dream comments, ammused.

"wait they're saying he did!"

bf!sapnap who says the gingerbread house he's making is what you two are gonna raise your kids in.

"peaches, this is our house."

"our? as in you and i?" you ask looking at the mess of cookies and frosting.

"and these are our kids..." he says concentrating on putting two m&ms on the front lawn of the sugary house.

"wait, kids-"

chat! who asks about why nick calls you peaches.

"yeah, thats an amazing questions, actually," george says, looking up at you two.

the two of you glance at eachother before looking back down at your gingerbread houses.

"wait, what was that look?" dream asks with a laugh.

"i dunno. nick, you tell them," you say trying to keep your face neutral. "im not the one that came up with it."

"wait, nick, dont you also call her mamas?"

"dream, shut the-"

bf!sapnap who hugs you from behind when he sees how sleep youre starting to get.

"are you tired, ma?" he whispers in your ear.

"no... im good," you say, smiling with drowsy eyes.

he kisses the side of your head and gives your hip a little tap before moving to stand with dream.

i actually kinda like this one. i mightve made reader too much like me so im sorry... yea idk i like it so... yeaa...... comment, like, reblog idfk -Nony

[slashingdisneypasta]

Greasy Weasel x Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: In which Greasy has the sweetest, kindest, most forgiving (to a f a u l t) S/O, who also cheated while she was away on her trip and even begged him for forgiveness for their mistake-- and he still chooses to keep his own dirty little secret to himself.

Warnings: Cheating!!

"Greasy I- I was lonely. It was a bad night, and I m i s s e d you, and I just wanted to feel good. I know thats not an excuse, b- but- " Your sniffles and sobs wracked your entire body, guilt and shame all over your face and in your shaking fingers. "Please, I- I need you to forgive- forgive me. I love you, and I- I- "

When Y/N looks like she's about to become inconsolable, and possibly crumple to the floor, Greasy swiftly abandons his spot rooted to the floor and rushes to her; gathering her in his arms and comforting her. "Mariposa!! I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you. Of course!!" With every 'i forgive you', he gives you a kiss on the head- and its like a huge and insurmountable rock is lifted off of your chest as you look up, teary eyed, from his chest to his face; beseeching him. Hoping this is real and not just a wonderful, wonderful dream. "We all make mistakes- I don't blame you at all.

I missed you, too."

~

After you left that night, after he pulled you together and 'forgave' you (After all, there was really nothing to forgive), and you were so grateful (He had to admit- a small, demented part of him loved that), and you enjoyed the rest of your first night back together in the same postcode, Greasy went to the kitchen and found Wheezy. He was smoking at the table, skimming yesterdays newspaper, and Greasy wondered around slowly making a tea before sitting down. "... I cheated, too, Wheezy." He says after a while.

He had to tell someone, and el fumador doesn't blab. It is his best quality, in Greasy's humble opinion.

"What!?" The look on Wheezy's face, full of shock, and disgust, and a little bit of anger, was enough to convince Greasy he did the right thing; not telling you. It reassures him.

There was no reason to hurt you. He was happy to keep this in, keep this a dirty little secret forever. Its not like he would ever do it again... he feels terrible. So, no harm no foul, right?

"Why didn't you tell her??" Wheezy continues on, baffled at greasy sitting so calmly across the small kitchen table from him. "She told you she did the same damn thing, didn't she?? What'd you say???"

"I- I... said I would forgive her anything. I comforted her."

"Jesus christ." The smoker rubs his temple hard, making his skin roll across his forehead. Greasy rather hates that. It makes him feel like he's done something wrong.

"She feels better now! Thats what matters- if I told her that I slept with someone else... she would just cry, again. I cant watch her cry, again. You don't want that, do you??"

Wheezy growls around 5 cigarettes, the ends glowing bright orange for a moment, and shakes his head through the smoke. "Don't put this on me just cuz you're feelin' guilty, Grease. Y'know what you shoulda done. 'Nd why you didn't." Here he gives Greasy a look, like he knows Greasy better then Greasy would like him to. Like he sees things in him that he keeps carefully hidden under layers and layers. Like he knows- he knows, part of Greasy enjoys being the one to Forgive, for once. And the part of him thats just... scared. Terrified, that Y/N will find out he did this thing to her and despite the fact that she did the same, she still wont be able to forgive him. Coward that he is, he cant lose her.

And Greasy is pretty sure Wheezy is right about that. Still, though- "I have no idea what you're talking about. I saved my sweet Y/N from heartbreak-- and therefor, I think its safe to say, I did the right thing."

At this Wheezy just groans, smoking and looking upwards to the ceiling light; tobacco fumes floating upwards into the ceiling. They can clearly see the bugs in the ceiling light, twitching and buzzing in the electric illumination. They watch those bugs together for a few minutes, sitting in terribly uncomfortable silence.

Finally el fumador speaks again, but Greasy wishes he didn't. "... when she finds out, her heart's really gonna break, Grease. And you're gonna regret y'didnt tell her when you had the chance." Here he gets up, and oh Greasy hates that; hates that he'd not the first to leave. That Wheezy has the gall to leave him at the table. "And the worst part is you're gonna have no one to blame but your fucken self."

Then Wheezy scoops up the paper, and leaves the room. And Greasy is left with his untouched tea and the bugs buzzing quietly overhead. ... After a moment, he picks up his cup of tea in both hands and takes a deep, soothing sniff; steadying himself.

"I did the right thing." And if he didn't- she'll never find out, anyway. Its fine~ ^^ Wheezy sure wont tell her.

[ivarlover]

UNPREDICTABLE

Part 3 (sequel #4 to UNLEASHED, UNDENIABLE, and UNEXPECTED)

Alex + Modern Ivar

Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk

NSFW 18+ ONLY

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This was supposed to be just a one-shot, but here we are. I have no idea how many chapters this will end up consiating of, but I hope you like it!

Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into an entire relationship between the two of them that neither of them had seen coming. Now, that reality has set in, they navigate the relationship and all that comes along with it, the good, the bad, and the unpredictable. Now that they were just getting into the swing of things and finding their groove, Ivar's ex fiance comes back into the picture, with his child he didn't know existed, and it seems she is sure to shake things up.

Warnings, The sequel in general: Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), oral, male to male contact and more, a bad case of the feels, language, smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut. 🤣 Each chapter will have its own warnings.

Warnings, this chapter: Language, smut-major smut and bondage, oral, major case of the feels, *inaccurate medical descriptions, diagnosis, and practices,* a disgusting pervert who gets dealt with, Ivar being Ivar

*There will be an additional warning before the bondage part for any who wish to skip it* (but for me, that's the best part 🙈)

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Words: I don't know; too MANY to count

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AND a special thanks to @vero-maris-zamo for a little "dirty minded" inspiration! 😍 Great minds think alike!

Note from me: My apologies for how long this has taken, but hopefully, the length of this chapter will make up for it.

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For only the second time since Ivar and Alex had been together, Ivar woke up before Alex. He knew how Alex was going to feel when he woke up, so he went downstairs and returned with a cup of black coffee, a bottle of water, and a bottle of Tylenol.

When Ivar opened the door, he found Alex awake, and he instantly covered his face with the pillow. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Alex mumbled into the pillow. "I hope I wasn't too big of an ass."

Ivar brought everything to the bedside table and sat it down as he sat on the edge of the bed. "No, of course not," Ivar grinned. "But I bet your head sure does hurt right about now," he laughed, handing him the Tylenol and water.

Embarrassed, Alex took it from him, "Thank you. You're too good to me." He looked up to Ivar as he drank the water, and Ivar handed him the coffee. It was then that he noticed the concerned look on Ivar's face. "What? Umm, what did I do?" Alex panicked. He knew there was no telling what he may have said, and now he was worried.

"Nothing. I, well, I was just wondering what made you get that drunk. The last time I saw you that gone was after your grandmother passed."

Alex's heart sank. He'd wished it was a dream, well, more like a nightmare. He didn't want to tell Ivar about his mom's conversation with Katia. He knew it would hurt him. "Well, I'm not sure. I was just drinking and having a good time, with Sigurd, of all people, and I guess I had too much before I realized it."

"Not just Sigurd," Ivar glared.

"Wh-what?"

"Not just Sigurd. You were drinking and having a good time with Paul, too."

Alex's mind was racing. What had he done? Then, suddenly, it hit him. Paul was the one giving him the drinks. "Umm, my memory is a bit hazy, but I remember feeling uncomfortable, for some reason, and moving away from Paul, only to find him right up under me again. Please tell me he didn't like kiss me or something. I might puke."

"Well, I know that's not the only reason you decided to drink so much, but no, Paul didn't kiss you. I think I would have broken his fucking back." Alex gulped. "I believe he was attempting to do much worse," Ivar growled as a snarl grew across his face.

Alex gasped, "What the hell?" He sat up in the bed, immediately, holding his pounding head. "What do you mean?" Visions from the night before flashed before Alex's eyes. He vaguely remembered an argument between Paul and Ivar and, "Oh my God!" He covered his face. "You threw me over your shoulder and carried me upstairs! What the hell happened?"

Ivar smiled at Alex's embarrassment. He grabbed Alex's hands and removed them from his face and held them in Alex's lap. He then proceeded to recount the evening's events of Paul and how he was trying to take advantage of Alex. Ivar felt the same anger surge through his body as the night before as he explained everything to Alex. He grinded his teeth, flexing his jaw, as he continued telling Alex what had happened. "He's lucky I was too concerned with making sure you were ok. Otherwise, he'd be in the damn hospital today. I am, however, sure that Sigurd enjoyed showing him the error of his ways," he smiled.

Alex's face turned pale. "I, umm," his stomach flipped at the thought of everything he'd just heard, "I think I-I'm gonna be sick!" He covered his mouth with his hands and jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Trying to close the door behind him and failing, he fell to his knees in front of the toilet where he spilled the contents of his stomach.

Ivar came in behind him with the bottle of water and grabbed two washcloths and quickly wet them in the sink, ignoring Alex's protests for him not to enter or look. He sat down beside Alex in the floor and held his hair back for him while he continued vomiting. When Alex finally sat up, he wiped Alex's face for him with one washcloth, and he handed him the bottle of water to clean his mouth out. He then placed the other washcloth around the back of Alex's neck as Alex sat back down in the floor.

Alex looked to Ivar, with watery eyes, "I'm so fucking sorry I did that to you, and here you are, still taking care of me like this. I just, I can't believe that I did that."

Ivar placed his arm around Alex's shoulders and pulled him to his chest. Placing his other hand to the back of Alex's head, holding him tightly in his arms, he told him, "Alex, you didn't do anything. Don't you see? You're the victim here. I don't know what Paul would have done to you if Sigurd hadn't been there. It's not your fault. I knew he wanted to be with you, but even I didn't know he was that kind of spineless pig! And I promise you, he better never show his face around me again. Ever. He's not safe anywhere I am."

Alex knew Ivar meant it. As Ivar held him, he thought of everything from the night before with Katia and Aslaug and now, all this with Paul on top of it. It was too much for him, and before he knew it, he was crying into Ivar's chest.

When Ivar felt his chest getting wet, he pulled Alex away from him a bit to look him in the face. "Love, what is it?" Alex only looked at him with saddened eyes. "Out with it. What are you not telling me?"

Swallowing thickly and struggling not to come completely unglued, Alex finally told him everything he'd overheard Katia telling Aslaug. He told him that maybe it was a one-sided conversation that Aslaug wasn't sure how to answer, but he honestly didn't know for sure. All he knew was how he felt when he heard it.

Ivar pulled Alex in for another hug and told him, "Damn, Alex. It all makes sense, now. I'm so sorry." He rolled everything around in his head that Alex told him.

He was even more pissed, now, and he didn't know who he was more pissed at, Katia or his mom. He couldn't believe that his own mom would have even entertained such bullshit from Katia. He knew, though, that Alex had been through enough in the last day, so he just focused on trying to calm him rather than stating how he wanted to let Y/N rip her to shreds because, as much as he wanted to, he knew he would never lay a hand on her. But oh, if he could! Right now, he just felt bad for Alex and wanted to be sure he was seriously ok.

Rubbing his hands through Alex's hair, Ivar said, "Please don't take anything Katia said to heart, Love. She may think she knows what I want, but I'm the only one who can tell you that. I hope this hasn't given you doubts about my love for you or about us. You know I'm serious when I say I've never loved another more than I love you. I hate that you got so upset."

Alex looked up to him and said, "I'm sorry. I, umm, I just don't know what we're going to do. She was right about one thing. If we want more children, I can never give you that. But she, she can. And umm," he wiped his eyes, "I can step aside and let you have your life with her without any resentment towards you if that's what you want. I don't want you to ever look back and regret anything with me. That's why it bothers me so much. I know you love me, but I just want you to be happy, and I know this is something I can't do for you." Alex dropped his head back to Ivar's shoulder but refused to let the learking tears fall.

Ivar's heart melted, again, at how genuinely honest and unselfish Alex was being. "Love, look at me." Ivar pulled his head up to face him. "You know, there are many other options if we get to a point where we want other children. There's always adoption or a surrogate mother. Right now, though, I think we have our hands full with just Ivy," he laughed. "I'd really like to just enjoy being her dad, just to have one child to call me daddy." His heart was overjoyed with just thinking of Ivy's sweet voice calling him dad.

Alex took a deep breath and then sighed with a bit of relief, "So, this isn't something pressing on your mind right now?" His head was aching even more. He could see, now, that he needed to stop even entertaining Katia's bullshit himself. She'd been playing a game, and he'd been falling right into her trap time and time again.

"Absolutely not, Alex. Maybe in the future, but right now, I'm pretty happy with the way things are. And whenever things change, and we decide we want to make this a bigger family, we have options, just as I've mentioned." He kissed Alex on top of his head. "Just don't worry about it."

"But, umm, well, wh-what about your mom?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll talk to her. She's going to understand that she has to accept you or lose me, and there's no wiggle room." Alex gulped. "I'm telling you, that means she'll accept you, Love."

Alex sat up and told him he thought he should go lay back down. "I'm sorry. I still feel like the room is spinning."

As Ivar helped him back to bed, he told him, "Also, Alex, I'm going to talk to Katia while you get some rest. We'll figure out an alternate living arrangement for her, even if it means I have to hire Sara or one of her colleagues to work around the clock. I meant it when I said she was here on borrowed time. This is my home, hell, OUR home, and she is only a guest. I do believe she's worn out her welcome."

Alex was shocked as he sat up in bed. "No, Ivar. You don't have to do that."

"I know I don't have to, but I will not tolerate her bullshit any futher, Love. It's just not right, and honestly, I've had my fill."

Alex couldn't believe he was about to say this, but he did. "Ivar, please listen." He grabbed Ivar's hand and guided him to sit down on the edge of the bed beside him. "She's still not completely well, physically. I know she's doing a lot better, but she still has Ivy. If she goes, so does Ivy, and I know if my heart breaks just a little at that thought, and I don't even live here, your heart will crumble. I don't want to ever see you like that again. And who knows what she'd do if she leaves knowing it's because of your love for me?"

His mind was flooded with memories of Ivar's bare existence when Katia left him, of how completely broken and lost he was. Alex knew that was nothing compared to how losing Ivy would be, and although, he knew them moving out didn't mean he'd have to give Ivy up entirely, he also knew how Katia was, and without her there, in Ivar's home, for him to have a close eye on her, she could possibly go back to Russia without even telling him. Who knew what she was capable of?

Ivar thought for a long time and then finally said, "Alex, she needs to get out of here, and then maybe she won't keep getting in the middle of our relationship. We're still a new couple, and we've been through so much already."

Alex reassured him that he was ok with her staying, and he'd be even more careful not to pay her any attention. It felt like Deja Vu, but he knew this was best, at least for now. When she finally moved out, it would need to be on good terms, and he knew that would ensure the chances of her staying around.

"I can't believe after everything she's put you through, you still suggest she stays. If you are 100% sure you're ok with it, I won't make her leave. Yet. But, Love?"

"Yes?"

"Then please don't let her make you doubt me anymore. I love you." Ivar kissed Alex's forehead. "But I'm still going to talk to her. What she did was not ok."

"Umm, ok. And I umm, love you, too."

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When Ivar talked with Katia, she swore that Alex had misunderstood what he thought he overheard and that he must have already been drinking too much by the time he was in the garage with her and Aslaug. Ivar told her, "Katia, I know you're lying. I've given you so many chances, and you know I'm not that nice. For as many problems as you've been trying to cause Alex, you should know that he, and of course Ivy, is the only reason I didn't come downstairs and kick your ass out and then let Y/N do whatever she wants to you. How can you expect anyone to believe you've changed when you are still acting the same way you used to?"

Katia began to cry. She placed her hand on his cheek and said, "But, Ivar, if you'd just give me a chance, you'd see..."

He grabbed her hand, removed it from his face, and interrupted her, "No, Katia. There are no more chances. I'm with Alex. You can either accept that, or you can move out. It's as simple as that. He asked me not to make you leave, so maybe you should find a way to thank him instead of making his life hell." He began to leave the room, "Are we on the same page here, now?"

She dropped her head, "Umm, uh yeah. And Ivar?"

He raised his eyebrows to her.

"I am sorry."

"Well, I guess you'll have your chance to prove it," he reached the door and looked back at her, "Because if you don't, you're out." He walked out and closed the door behind him.

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Over the next few weeks, Katia stayed out of Ivar and Alex's way. She made small talk with them when necessary, but she didn't really bother them that much.

When it came to Ivy, she spent time with her and Ivar together as long as Sara or Alex was with them as well. She didn't trust herself to be alone with Ivar, so she made sure she wasn't. She was doing better with her therapy and wanted to be sure she didn't have to leave Ivar's before she was physically able to. She was definitely working on keeping her mouth shut. But it was hard.

Alex and Ivar spent their extra time working on remodeling Ivar's basement, because, as Ivar had said, he was serious about making a "playroom" for the two of them.

"This is when you know your addicted to sex," Alex told Ivar as he put the lid on the paint.

"What? When?"

Alex motioned around the room as he smiled, "Umm, when you dedicate an entire room to it."

Ivar walked to Alex, put his arms around his waist, and pulled him close. He placed his hand on Alex's cheek, and as Alex melted into it, he said, "As if you won't enjoy it in here, too." He then kissed Alex on the top of the head and hugged him tightly. Looking around the room, he said, "Looks like we're pretty much finished here."

"We already have the table, refrigerator, and bed, and of course, no room is complete without a bookshelf," he pointed to the one they'd just put against the wall, "But as far as toys go, anything you might even remotely want to try?" Ivar felt his cheeks burn red, but he continued, "Whips, chains, rope? Hell, ducktape?" He winkwd at Alex. "I don't care how kinky or how simple. I just want this to be a special place just for us," he grinned.

"You remember how I told you most of this basement is soundproof, because my dad used it for his work back when he and mom used to live here?" Alex nodded. "Well, I think that will be perfect. We don't have to worry about how loud we get. I can, umm, make you scream as loud as you can." Ivar blushed as his shit eating grin, that Alex had grown to love, stretched across his devious face.

"Damn, you've put a lot of thought into this, humm?"

"Yes, I actually have. All we really need to do is change the lock," he smirked. "And then just buy whatever we want to put in here. We could also use it as a place to just get away, and have some peace and quiet whenever we need it. I'd like it to be nice and cozy here. Thats why I like the idea of the bookshelf. "

"Ivar, I think this is a great idea," he smiled. "Even if we just use it as an escape at first. And umm, it sounds like a lot of fun."

"Oh, it will be," Ivar leaned in and kissed him. "All this talk has definitely got me hot for you."

"Oh, like you weren't already,"

Ivar blushed. "I'll get sheets and blankets for the bed, clean up the mess in the corner, and install the keypad lock tomorrow. Let's get food. I'm hungry, arent you?"

"Actually, umm, yes," Alex said as he grabbed a handful of Ivar's ass, "But I guess it can wait until we've had some food." Alex grinned.

"So, I'm not the only one this room has affected, humm? The thought of you touching me in all the right places gives me goosebumps," Ivar said into Alex's ear as he gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"You keep talking like that, and we're never going to make it to ordering food," Alex smiled. "We should go upstairs."

"You're right."

As they walked into the kitchen about to order take out, they saw Katia.

"Katia," Alex nodded in an attempt to say hello. He'd honestly just been trying to avoid her.

"Guys, I'm glad you're here. I've made spaghetti." They both looked at eachother, surprised. "Well, I mean, if you've already eaten or were headed out, that's fine, too. I was just hungry, and I made way too much for just one person. It's fine," she said turning back around to the stove.

Ivar looked to Alex and Alex nudged him. "Katia, umm, no, we haven't eaten. We were just surprised, because it's like you read our minds. We just came upstairs because we were about to order take out. If you're sure you don't mind, we'd love to have spaghetti. With you."

They both grabbed a stool and sat down as she made their plates and gave them to them. She sat down, too, with a smile.

"Katia! This is so good," Alex told her, cramming his face.

She smiled and Ivar told her, "Spaghetti is like Alex's second favorite meal. You've seriously made him happy," Ivar grinned. "Thank you. He's not wrong. It is really good."

As they ate, they began to talk. It was a bit awkward at first, but it eventually got a little less tense as they talked about Ivy and how fast she was growing and learning.

"She impresses me every single day. She's so smart. Just like her daddy," Alex said, looking to Ivar with pride, as he placed his hand over Ivar's.

Ivar blushed and said, "Umm, thanks. She is pretty impressive. I can't believe she's already walking on her own, and she's so cute when she stumbles. She looks up like she thinks one of us pushed her." He and Alex both laughed.

Katia cleared her throat, and Alex, not intending to have made her feel uncomfortable, moved his hand from Ivar's and dropped his head.

Katia tried to continue the conversation, "So, what are you guys working on downstairs, anyway?"

"Umm, just uh, well, just a bit of renovations, ya know. We're painting, getting rid of some old stuff, and adding new furniture and umm, things to the room down there," Ivar tried.

"Aww, that's nice. Is it going to be Ivy's playroom?"

Without even thinking, Ivar quickly answered, "Well, not Ivy's."

Everyone got quite. Alex dropped his fork onto the plate and braced himself. He looked at Ivar in complete disbelief.

"Well, umm, I mean, uh," Ivar stuttered.

Katia's mouth gapped open and then, standing up, she said, "Well, I think I could have went the rest of my life without hearing that. What makes you think I want to know about whatever kinky shit the two of you are into?"

"Oh, Katia, I-I'm uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," Ivar began, but she interrupted him.

Grabbing her plate and taking it to the sink, Katia growled, "I don't care, Ivar. How disgusting! I'm already doing my best to accept that the father of my little girl is fucking gay, but then you go and make something dedicated to your twisted sex life with your fucking gross boyfriend right here in your home where she is? And what? You expect me to be happy about it?"

Ivar didn't know what to say, but Alex had had enough of her bullshit. Out of character for him, he stood and said, "First of all, Katia, our love is not disgusting, and I'm sorry you can't accept that Ivar is in love with someone besides you! What did you expect after the horrible way you treated him?"

"And you know what? Who do you think was there for him after you fucking disappeared? That's right. Me! I was there for Ivar more as his friend than you ever were as his girlfriend or fucking fiancé! You've always had ulterior motives. And I am fucking sick of it! I've been trying and trying, and every step of the way, you are determined to make it as difficult as it can possibly be! And for what? What do you think you're suddenly going to be able to accomplish?"

"And I'm sorry you can't handle knowing that he's chosen me, but if we are ever going to be able to get along for Ivy's sake, it's time you took your fucking head out of your ass long enough to see what's best for her! We're trying, here. Do you think it's easy having you here all the time? We've all got to make sacrifices, and it's high time you do!"

Ivar quickly got to his feet and stood between them. "Ok, ok. That's enough, guys. Let's just all calm down." He looked to Katia, "I've told you, you have to accept this. Alex isn't going any fucking where. I can't believe you just said all of that, but then you claim that you love me! That is not love!"

"You need to know that the only thing saving you right now is me knowing I could never look Ivy in the eyes and tell her the reason her mother is no longer with us is because I decided to show her how ruthless I can be!" He growled. "If you really think we're that disgusting, maybe you should find somewhere else to finish your fucking therapy!" Katia was stunned.

Everyone stood in silence for what felt like an eternity.

Finally breaking the silence, Alex turned to Ivar, "I understand how tired and frustrated we all are, but she is still the mother of your child. We all have to figure out a way to make this work. We have to get along for Ivy."

Katia dropped her head. She then softly said, "I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry to you both. And Alex?"

Alex looked up. "I do know you love Ivar. I know you're good for him." Alex was even more shocked. "It's just so damn hard to see it constantly. I'm so sorry for how I've treated you. And I don't really think you're disgusting. I was just upset. I also see how much you love Ivy. I think I'll always be jealous, but I am truly sorry."

Alex took a deep breath, "Thank you, Katia. I believe we can make this work. And I, umm, I'm sorry, too. It's never my intention to rub anything in your face. I hope you know that."

She gently smiled at him, still feeling uneasy. "Ivar, can you give me at least a week?"

"A week? For what?"

"To find somewhere else to stay. And I promise you, I won't keep Ivy away from you," she answered as she put her plate in the drainer.

Ivar looked to Alex, and Alex shook his head no.

"Katia, you don't have to leave."

"But you said..."

"I know what I said, but that's only if you keep making our lives so difficult. This," he motioned between her and Alex, "This is a step in the right direction. Unless you aren't willing to make it work, I'd," Alex cleared his throat, so Ivar continued, "We'd like for you to stay through the rest of your recovery. It's made Ivy so much more comfortable with me, and now, she really sees me as her dad instead of some stranger you introduced a few months ago."

She looked at Ivar and then back to Alex. "Umm, are you sure you'd be ok with that, Alex? I know I've made things so hard every step of the way for you." She dropped her head in shame. "I've just been trying to hold onto a memory of when things were better, and that is no longer my reality. I see that now."

Alex couldn't be sure, obviously, because he still didn't trust Katia, but she seemed sincere, the most sincere he'd seen her in a while. "I won't lie, Katia. You've done and said some pretty bad things that's really made it difficult for me to trust you, but I'm definitely willing to give you another chance to prove yourself. For Ivy's sake." Alex grabbed Ivar's hand and then said, "And for Ivar's."

After the three of them made their agreement, they told Katia they'd clean up the kitchen since she cooked.

She went to bed, and the two of them went about cleaning the kitchen. "Thank you, Love," Ivar turned to Alex. "I know that wasn't easy, but I do appreciate it." He pulled Alex into a hug.

"It's fine. Anything for you."

Ivar grinned into the nape of Alex's neck, "I just want you to be happy. And umm," he pulled away to see Alex's face, "And maybe a little naked."

"That can be arranged," Alex smirked.

As they were almost finished in the kitchen, they heard Ivy on the baby monitor. "Hey, I've got it. You finish here, and I'll get her back to sleep," Alex eagerly said.

"Well, if you're sure."

"I am."

Alex ran up the stairs to Ivy's room. When she saw him, she reached her arms up, "Ale."

"Oh, baby girl, what's wrong?" He checked her and saw she needed her diaper changed. He laid her on the changing table and began changing her. Surprised, he felt happy to have this responsibility. He knew he'd do everything in his power to be the best bonus dad ever.

Ivy yawned as Alex was finishing up. He cleaned his hands with hand sanitizer and then picked her up. She instantly clung to him and laid her head on his chest.

He walked with her, rubbing her back, as she began to fall asleep again. As he went to lay her in her bed, her little eyes sprang open, and she clung to his shirt. "Ale," she whined.

Knowing he was completely wrapped around her finger, he picked her up again, laughing to himself. He walked to Ivar's room for him to help get her back to sleep well enough to lay her down.

As he neared Ivar's door, he noticed the lights were still off and heard fumbling around in the kitchen, still. He walked into Ivar's room and turned on the lamp in the corner. He sat down on Ivar's bed with Ivy still in his arms. He thought maybe laying down with her would help her go back to sleep faster, so that's what he did. She instantly snuggled up to him, never letting go of his shirt, warming his heart.

A few minutes later, Ivar finally turned off the lights downstairs and hurried upstairs to check if Alex was able to calm Ivy down enough to get her to sleep again. He entered her room, expecting to find Alex there with her, but he was surprised to find the room was empty.

He walked down the hall to his room. As he pushed the door further open, there he saw Alex on the bed, with his back facing the door. For a moment, he panicked, because he didn't see Ivy. "Alex, where is Ivy? She's not in her bed," he asked, stepping closer, but Alex didn't answer.

As he reached the bed, he realized Alex was sleeping, and Ivy was snug against his chest, one hand gripping his shirt and the other small hand wrapped entirely around his thumb. Alex's other hand was placed lovenly around her small back. It melted his heart. He stood, watching them, in a pool of emotions.

He rushed to the bookshelf where his camera was placed, and grabbed it. He quickly went back to the bed and began snapping pictures. He definitely needed to document this precious moment.

Once he'd taken plenty of pictures, he put the camera back and then went to get Ivy so he could take her to her bed. As he crawled up behind her and tried to get her out of Alex's arms, Alex tightened them around her. He barely opened his eyes and saw Ivar. "Umm, wh-what are you doing?" he whispered.

Ivar told him, and he answered, "No, she's ok right here. Just lay down with us."

"Are you sure? We have to be really careful not to squish her. That won't keep you awake?" Ivar was worried about Alex being too tired for class the next day.

"No. It's fine. I promise. I actually kind of like it. It's sweet. But I'm sorry about our other plans," Alex said softly, motioning for Ivar to lay down with them.

As he did, Ivar told him, "It's ok. We've always got tomorrow." He snuggled up to Alex as best he could with Ivy between them and pulled the covers over them. He leaned over them and kissed Ivy on the top of her head and then, did the same to Alex. "My whole world all in one spot. Just when I thought I couldn't possibly love you more."

Within minutes, he and Alex were off to sleep, too.

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The next day, Ivar and Ivy dropped Alex off at school. As worried as Ivar had been about Alex losing sleep, Alex told him how he'd had the sweetest dreams of the two of them and Ivy. He'd slept fine, and there was no need to worry. He let Ivar know that Y/N would drop him off after class, and they kissed goodbye.

When Sara arrived at Ivar's, Ivar went to the basement to finish up the few tasks they'd left from the night before. As he worked, he ran across some old boxes and decided to go through them.

He'd found old pictures and things from his family when they all lived there together. He ran across an old necklace that he'd, apparently, carelessly thrown into one of the boxes. He put it on so he'd remember to take it back to his room when he was finished.

He finally had a pile of things to trash and a pile that he was, now, working on putting away.

With his back to the door, Ivar was placing boxes above his head, on the top shelves of the cabinets. "I love the new lock. I'm glad you had the door open, or I wouldn't have been able to get inside, though. What's the code?" Ivar heard Alex's voice from behind him and turned around with a smile.

"Damn, you scared me. I didn't realize it was time for you to be back already. The code is Ivy's birthday and the date you and I made it official," Ivar smiled warmly. "Figured that would be easy for us to remember."

As Alex walked closer, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, a display of horror across his face.

"What? What is it?" Ivar asked him, confused.

Immediately noticing the necklace around Ivar's neck, Alex snarled and asked, "Where's the necklace from, Ivar?"

Still confused, Ivar answered, "Oh, I found it cleaning up."

"Are you fucking shitting me right now, Ivar? How fucking inconsiderate can you be? Really?" His eyes coldly pierced through Ivar's.

Ivar hadn't seen Alex mad like that in a long time, if at all, really. It was even different than what he'd given to Katia the night before. Ivar was usually the one with the bad temper. "Alex, I don't understand. What's going on?"

Alex saw red as he answered him, "Seriously? As if it's not enough that Katia is the only female you have ever loved, fuck, the only other person you've ever been in love with besides me, but then, you give insult to injury by just 'conveniently' finding the fucking necklace she gave you right after you proposed to her!?"

Ivar gasped and touched the necklace hanging on his chest. "Yes! That's right, I fucking recognize the damn necklace, Ivar! You didn't take it off for months after she left." Alex grimaced at the memories of how broken Ivar was at the time.

"And you just put it on, now, and you're just going to wear it, like it's nothing, when she's just shaking everything up in our lives as it is?"

Alex couldn't control his anger any longer, "No, I don't think so. I think that says what it needs to, Ivar. We should just call it quits, now, before things get even more serious between us, and you and Katia can have the fucking family you've always wanted." Alex knew he'd said way more than he even really meant, but he was so mad, and once he'd opened his mouth, it was like he wasn't able to shut it.

Tears rolled down Alex's cheeks. He still had his keys to Ivar's place in his hand, and as he looked down at them, he slung them toward Ivar as he yelled in anguish.

Shocked, Ivar just barely dodged the keys that almost hit him in the face but slammed against the wall behind him and then slid down to the floor. He turned from looking at the wall back to Alex, who was now on his knees in the floor, his head in his hands, sobbing.

Ivar rushed to him, immediately dropping to his knees in front of him. He placed his hands on Alex's and gently moved them away from his face and began wiping Alex's tears. In the most soothing voice he could muster, trying not to let his voice crack as his heart crumbled for Alex, he began, "Hey, hey. Now, it's not like that at all, Alex. I'm so sorry. I promise you, when I saw the necklace, I did not once even almost think of Katia. Not for a second, even," his voice began to quiver, and he tried clearing his throat.

Alex looked at him, defeat in his eyes as more tears escaped down his cheeks. Ivar pulled Alex in for a tight hug, "Shhh. Shhh. Don't cry, Love. Seriously, she was, and is, the farthest thing from my mind, Alex. I just saw it and thought it was pretty and put it on mindlessly to actually take back upstairs later. I know, it was careless of me, but I was in the middle of cleaning and honestly, wasn't thinking. Listen to me," he pulled Alex back so he could look him directly in his eyes, "I love you. You, and you only are for me. I only want to be with you. You are my everything, Love. Don't say such things like ending what we have. I couldn't survive without you. I am truly sorry. Look, I'll throw the damn necklace in the trash. It honestly means nothing to me. Nothing like it did way back then. That was seriously like a lifetime ago for me, and the only family I want is with you, and now we have one. So please, forgive me."

Alex wiped his tears as they continued to flow. He didn't realize just how many different emotions he'd kept pent up inside these last few months.

Alex's palms began to sweat as he began, his voice shaky, "Look, Ivar. I'm sorry. I've probably really over reacted and made a fool of myself. It's just that, well," he hesitated, "I, I can't even begin to explain to you how scared I've been these last few months, and I've been holding it in."

"I do think we finally made Katia see last night, and I'm trying so hard to make it all work. And umm," a single tear rolled down his face, "I-I'm just so scared of losing you and Ivy. And even though I do feel more secure in our relationship, now, finally, seeing that necklace around your neck just brought back so many memories, emotions, and uncertainty that I just completely lost it. I'm sorry, Ivar, " Alex gulped and dropped his head.

Ivar was completely floored. He hadn't realized that Alex still had those fears balled up inside.

He tilted Alex's face back up to look at him. "Alex, Love, don't torture yourself with such things from the past. I promise you, this necklace means nothing to me, like I said, and I didn't even realize what it was. I love you, Alex. I know Katia never loved me, and I know you know that, too."

"Yes, I asked her to marry me and yes, it hurt that it didn't happen, but I see, now, why that couldn't happen. It wasn't meant to be. You and I would have never happened if I'd ended up with her, and that, my dear, would be a true travesty, because right here, with you, is where I belong. You seriously have nothing to worry about."

Alex looked up at Ivar as he blushed, embarrassment coverig his face.

Ivar rubbed his hand down Alex's cheek to the nape of his neck and gently squeezed waiting to know Alex was truly ok. Alex looked at him, shyly, cheeks red. "When did you become the smooth talker?" he asked, forcing a smile.

"I guess around the same time that you became the paranoid, ruthless worrier who thinks he's not good enough," Ivar grinned. "I know relationships are hard, and you've had a lot to adjust to right from the beginning. You could have easily called it quits as soon as you found out I have a child, but, Love, as long as the end result is the two of us together, this relationship is worth any fight. I have never loved another like I love you," Ivar told him and leaned forward to kiss him.

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The kiss quickly grew stronger, Alex melting into Ivar as the words were spoken, and the two were entangled in eachother in such a way that you couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. They sat there in the middle of the playroom floor, making out, heavy breathing, hot panting, hearts racing, heat spreading, hands roaming. Soft moans escaped from Alex's lips through the kissing, and he pulled Ivar closer to him.

It was as if all of the anger and high emotions were coming out, all at once, in this heated moment. Between kisses, Ivar said, "Like I said before, I just want you to be happy and umm, maybe a bit naked." He grinned. "To the bed, Love?"

"No," Alex answered, sofly, as Ivar's heart stopped in sheer panic, and his lips froze, "No, here. Now."

"What the... Umm, well, that was unexpected," Ivar almost blushed, but his eyes lit up, Alex not missing it.

They continued there in the floor, and suddenly Alex pushed Ivar backward, crawling over him and caging Ivar's body with his very own while staring down at him. "Or... Or I could fuck you?" he grinned.

Ivar wasn't even sure what had come over Alex, but he liked it. He quickly raised up, catching Alex off guard, and flipped him over onto his back, and he now stared down at Alex. "Oh, not so fast, little one. I told you before, I'm never the bottom."

Alex looked as if he was going to protest, and Ivar cut him off before he began, knowing exactly what he was thinking, "That was different. She was a woman, and umm, it was plastic," he gave his devilish grin. "Now, shut up, and turn around."

Alex did as commanded, and Ivar practically ripped his sweats and boxers off of him. "Do you have the tablets in here already?"

Alex, still feeling a little edgy, answered, "I do but, no. I don't want to wait. Do it now."

"Wh..what?" He was stunned. "Are you sure, Alex? You don't have anything to prove to me."

"There's lube in the drawer, beside the bed. Just use it, and fuck me, already, Ivar. Now."

Ivar couldn't believe his ears, but he also couldn't hide his excitement. He crawled over and retrieved the lube as he simultaneously pulled his pants off. He was quickly back over Alex and smoothing his ass full of lube. He then put the rest of what was in his hand on himself and lined up with Alex's entrance. "You are sure this is what you want?" Ivar asked again, "I don't want to hurt you, Love."

"I want you to hurt me! Fuck me, Ivar. We never just fuck, and that's ok, but sometimes, I think we can use a good fuck! So, fuck me. Now!"

Stunned, as his pulse began to race, Ivar, already hard as a rock, replied, "Ok, but you still have to let me know if it's too much or if I need to stop."

Alex turned his head to the side and glanced back at Ivar as best he could, "Ok, already. Do it, Ivar."

Ivar couldn't believe they were about to have sex like this for the first time, with Alex facing away from him, and he definitely was surprised that Alex also wanted it so rough and without the tablets. The annoyance in Alex's voice was somwhow a turn on as well, and Ivar wasn't quite sure what to even make of that at all. "Get out of your head, Ivar. I'm ok. Now, fuck me already!" Alex practically whined. "Damn it! Stop hesitating, and fuck me! I promise I'll let you know if we need to stop!"

Ivar held himself with one hand and balanced his weight on the other. With one hard thrust, he slammed into Alex all at once, and Alex yelled out, "Oh, fuck!"

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Are you ok?"

"Ivar! Yes! It's a good pain. Now, do your thing, and beat my ass with that big dick of yours! Make me scream your name and beg for more. Fuck my brains out, and make me come and then come again. I definitely want you to fucking hurt me! I'm mad at you, and I need you to hurt me for it," Alex said in his sultry voice, even shocking himself a little.

As surprised as Ivar was, he was even more turned on. He'd never heard Alex talk quite like this, and it honestly, made him question if maybe he would enjoy being the bottom with Alex in control afterall. His dick twitched inside of Alex, and Alex moaned. That was all it took to spur Ivar on.

Ivar pulled back and slammed into Alex. "That's it. Again." With the flip of his hips, Ivar did it again. "That's it, harder, Ivar," Alex groaned, and Ivar realized that even though Alex was on the bottom, he was very much the one in control of this situation, and he found it hot as fuck.

Ivar began to pump into Alex like he never had before. With each flip of his hips into Alex, Alex moaned out his name. Heat spread through Ivar's veins faster than he'd ever imagined was possible, and he began to sweat.

Alex's tight grip around Ivar's shaft, having not used the pills for dilation, was like nothing Ivar had ever felt before. He was able to feel Alex's every quiver, every tense movement, even Alex's blood flowing through his veins as he clamped down with Ivar's every thrust. It was like Ivar's very own personal erotic taste of extasy that he absolutely couldn't get enough of. He just hoped he could last long enough to make Alex finish first.

He tucked his hands under Alex's underarms, and grabbed his shoulders from the front and gripped tightly to hold on. From this angle, he was able to kiss and nibble on Alex's neck and back.

As he continued his relentless fucking up into Alex, he licked up the part of Alex's spine, that he could reach, with his tongue to where Alex's neck and shoulder met, and he bit down. Alex cried out in extasy, "Ivar! Oh fuck! Harder!"

Alex could feel the heat on his neck from Ivar's breath, sending chills down his spine. It was overpowering, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could take it. He wasn't ready to be finished yet, so he told Ivar, "Stop! I need to stand."

Of course, Ivar immediately stopped, trying to gain control of his breathing as he did. He panted, "Oh, ok. Are, umm, you ok?" He slowly pulled out of Alex, and Alex quickly turned around facing him, shaking his head yes. Alex grabbed him from his neck and pulled him closer, causing Ivar to collapse on top of him with a grunt.

Their chests touching eachother, sweat on sweat, the closeness and the feel of Ivar's body on his was so intense, Alex feverishly yanked Ivar's plump lips to his own and began to kiss him sloppily, his tongue darting in and out of Ivar's mouth.

Suddenly, Alex pulled Ivar away by the hair of his head, just far enough to speak, and he whimpered, "I want more. I want you to fuck me against the wall, Ivar. I want you to press your body tightly against mine, and fuck me into the middle of next week."

Shocked, but all too willingly, Ivar jerked back to get to his feet, but Alex's hands were tangled in the necklace, and the sudden movement from Ivar caused it to snap and fall to the floor, off of Ivar's neck.

Alex gasped, covering his mouth with his hands. He sat up immediately and said, "Oh my God, Babe. I am so sorry. Fuck! I'm sorry. I feel horrible."

"It's ok, Love. I told you we can trash it even. Let's worry about that later. Right now, I want you against that damn wall."

Alex looked at Ivar and smiled. He loved it when Ivar spoke to him that way. Excitedly, he jumped to his feet, and leaving the necklace in the floor, walked to the wall. He glanced back over his shoulder at Ivar, still standing in the same spot. "Well, are you coming or what?"

Ivar laughed, "No, no I'm not, Love. Not yet anyway, but when I do, oh, you'll definitely know it. This, I promise you."

He took two big steps, closing the gap between them, and before Alex could even react, he pressed his hot chest up against Alex's back and let his fingertips softly and slowly drag up Alex's sides, tracing up his thighs, to his hips, and on each side of his stomach and chest. He yanked Alex away from the wall a little and grabbed his pulsating cock and began pumping it while his heavy breathing landed on Alex's neck. He gave small, wet kisses and gentle bites along the back of Alex's neck, sending shivers down his spine.

Alex's breath caught in his throat, and he completely forgot what he had been so mad and hurt about. "Ta..," he tried to speak, "Take me. Now."

Ivar needed no further instructions. Placing his foot between Alex's two, he slightly kicked them apart, "Spread 'em, sir," and Alex did. Ivar bent down just a little, and Alex poked his ass out to assist. Ivar lined himself up and asked, "Are you ready?"

All Alex could respond with was, "Umm humm." With that, Ivar thrusted upward, and straightened up, causing himself to burst into Alex. Alex wailed, "Ivar!" Ivar bit down on his shoulder and slammed into him again causing Alex to tremble.

Ivar's movements found their rhythm, and he began pounding Alex from behind. He continued pumping him with his right fist in perfect rhythm with his hips, and his left hand landed on top of Alex's against the wall. He intertwined his fingers and squeezed their hands together into a tight fist as he continued his assault on Alex's tight ass.

"Iv, Ivar," Alex struggled to speak, "St, umm, mov..."

Ivar instantly stiffened and stopped moving. "Oh shit! Are you ok, Love?"

Struggling to catch his breath, Alex answered, "More than ok. I-I umm," he took a deep breath between his panting, "I need you to move your hand," and he placed his around Ivar's that was still gripping his quivering member.

Ivar instantly dropped his hand, still concerned about Alex, "Are you sure you're.."

"Yes, I'm fine. Oh my God, I'm fine. I just don't want to finish already, and if you continue, I'm going to paint the wall with my fucking cum."

Ivar laughed, "Shit, I love you." He leaned forward, pressing his hot, sweaty body against Alex's again, and began slowly kissing up his shoulder toward his neck as his hips slowly began to move back and forth again, fucking up into Alex. Alex squirmed and moaned out breathlessly. Once Ivar reached Alex's neck, he stuck his tongue out and licked up the side of it. With a hot, wet kiss onto Alex's neck, he bit down again just hard enough to make Alex shudder. "You want to try something else new, Love?" Ivar breathed heavily into Alex's ear.

"Umm humm," Alex panted.

Ivar pulled out of Alex and took a step backwards. Alex, whining at the sudden emptiness and loss of Ivar's touch, complained, "Wait. Where are you going?"

"Just wait here," Ivar responded, stepping over to the table in the middle of the room and pulling out a chair, "I'll be right back."

Alex, curious and ready to take a breather, slumped down into the chair and anxiously awaited Ivar's return. He looked up and saw Ivar standing there holding a long, thick, brown rope and grinning from ear to ear. His eyes widened.

"Are you into bondage?" Alex gulped, and Ivar quickly followed up with, "This rope was meant for it. It's soft and won't scratch or hurt you. If you're willing, I'll tie.."

Alex interrupted, "Ivar, I'm sorry. As hot as that sounds, I can't let you tie me up with a rope you've used on God knows how many other people. That's just.."

Ivar quickly closed the small space between them and squatted down in front of Alex. "No, Love, look," he showed him a tag on the end of the rope. "I ordered this just for us, for this room. It's new, but if you'd rather not.."

Alex leaned down and yanked Ivar to him, their lips crashing into eachother's. As Alex devoured Ivar as best he could, heat rising in them both, Ivar pulled away and softly asked, "Is that a yes?"

"Fuck yes! How do you want me?"

"Every single fucking way I can have you," Ivar licked his lips as his devilish, serious, grin faded into something more sinister.

"Take me then. Ruin me. Please!"

Ivar's dick twitched as he stood. He pulled the other chair around and told Alex to stand. He checked that the padding was in the seats of the chairs and had Alex get on his knees, one in each chair, and then abruptly bent him over the table. Alex's eyes widened as he looked back at Ivar. He yanked Alex's arms behind him and began tying them up and then to each corner of the table. "You ok, Love?"

With his face and chest pressed tightly against the table, Alex only whimpered, "Umm humm."

Ivar continued with the rope by tying it into knots around each of Alex's thighs and then, to his ankles and finally, to each chair, carefully so that his legs were spread just enough for him to fit between them. "Can you move, Love?" Ivar asked seductively, licking his lips.

Alex squirmed a bit, "Umm, no," completely surprised at the position he was now in, twisted up like a pretzel, and extremely excited as well.

"Perfect," Ivar smiled. He kneeled to his knees behind Alex. Grabbing the lube, he wet his hands. Without warning, he grabbed Alex's dangling, thick, dick and squeezed.

Alex moaned, "Oh my God!" and Ivar leaned closer. He began pumping Alex up and down as he twisted his hand back and forth in a circular motion.

He bent down and placed his warm, wet mouth on the small of Alex's back and gave him little kisses as he continued pumping him. Alex squirmed and moaned out Ivar's name. Ivar only smiled and continued. He traced up the inside of Alex's thigh with his fingertips, sending chills all over Alex's body. He then, lowered his mouth and repeated the same motion, but this time, with his tongue, obscene noises escaping Alex's mouth.

Adding lube to Alex's ass and to his own hand, Ivar slowly rubbed his finger around Alex's entrance, teasing him, causing Alex to try to wiggle lose and to begin panting. Alex's toes curled as Ivar slowly slipped his finger inside and began to wiggle it back and forth.

With his other hand, Ivar let go of Alex's cock long enough to slap him hard on the ass, leaving a red hand print and causing Alex to gasp. He leaned down and kissed the handprint and then slapped Alex's ass again, causing Alex to moan and groan.

He quickly grabbed Alex again and began stroking him up and down in a circular motion as his finger continued to slowly move causing Alex to cry out, "Fuck!!! Oh hell! Ivar!" He rambled unrecognizable words as heat and sweat covered his body. He felt dizzy with all the sensations coursing through his body, and his back arched as much as it possibly could.

Ivar leaned up, never stopping his movements with either hand, and bit Alex's ass cheek before gently licking over it and then giving it a hot, wet kiss. Alex moaned with desire as his heart threatened to pound through his tight chest and spill out all over the table that he was so tightly tied to.

Ivar licked up Alex's spine and then bit him again as he reached his neck. "I wanna be inside you," he whispered into Alex's ear as he nibbled on it. "I wanna feel you tighten your walls around me as you beg me for mercy, knowing there won't be any."

Smiling, he licked behind Alex's ear, his hot breath brushing against Alex's skin, causing him to squeal, but Ivar continued as if he hadn't noticed. "I want to make you forget all your worries. Fuck! I wanna make you forget your name."

Alex's breath caught in his throat as Ivar's lips grazed his skin while he spoke. Finally, Alex yelled out, "I want you, too. Oh hell! Give it to me! Now!"

Ivar snaked his hand around Alex's throat and pressed gently, just tight enough for Alex to gasp. Lifting Alex's head the little he could, he whispered into his ear in a raspy voice, "What was that? I couldn't hear you. You want me?"

"Umm-humm."

Ivar licked his ear and bit his ear lobe. "You said you want me? You want me to fuck you? To thrust my cock into you so hard you see stars? You want me to make you scream my name as you come so hard your entire body wriths and shakes beneath me? Humm? Is that what you want?"

Alex moaned out, his voice echoing in the room, as he shivered all over, "Ye-yes!" sweat dripping from his forehead.

Ivar slowly let go of Alex's throat and in an agonizingly slow motion, trailed his hand lightly across Alex's back, causing goosebumps to appear.

He leaned back away from Alex as Alex whinned at the hot closeness being taken from him. Ivar raised his hand and slapped Alex on his ass cheek again as Alex groaned into the hard wooden table. Switching hands, Ivar repeated the slapping on Alex's other cheek as his grin stretched across his face. "Are you ready for me?"

Alex moaned, "Umm humm."

"What was that? I can't hear you," Ivar asked as he lubed himself up and whined, himself, at the stroking of his own member while he looked down with anticipation. "I said, are you ready?" He lined himself up with Alex.

"Yes!" Alex wailed, "Oh fuck! Yes!"

Ivar thrusted into Alex, sloppily, as Alex yelled out his name. "There you go. You know the way I like it. Say my name. Scream it!"

Ivar waited for Alex to adjust to his size and then, began his delicate, agonizingly slow movements in and out of Alex as he didn't want Alex to suffer, given his moans of pain mixed with pleasure.

As Ivar started to move, Alex could feel the desperate heartbeat of his dick. He slowly backed into Ivar's movement as best he could, connecting with his pelvis.

Encouraged by Alex's sudden movement, Ivar began to savagely thrust into as him, all thoughts of carefulness gone, as he grabbed a handful of Alex's hair and yanked his head back as far as the rope would allow. "Say my name," he commanded, and Alex screamed it out in a raspy voice, causing Ivar's thrusts to become wilder and even more irratic.

Ivar pressed his heaving, sweaty chest against Alex's back as he continued his assault, while the only thing Alex could hear from him was how he roared and growled close to his ear.

Ivar's pounding into Alex remained diligent, though he was beginning to tremble. Taking a sharp breath, Ivar leaned away and gripped ahold of Alex on each side of his waist possessively. Keeping his tight grip, that would surely leave marks, he slid his length nearly out of Alex completely and, without warning, roughly rolled his hips back into him with that of a lion's roar that filled the room and vibrated off the walls. Alex began to whimper, so Ivar did it again, plunging deep into him.

Even with the rope tied so tightly to Alex and the table, each of Ivar's violent thrusts, jolted Alex up the table some. And each time, Ivar yanked him by his hips back into place and continued fucking him like he had demanded, causing Alex to wail and writh beneath him with his limited movement.

With sweat dripping from Ivar's chest onto Alex's back, he grabbed another handful of Alex's hair and tugged his head backwards again. With his other hand, he found Alex's throat and squeezed it again, just hard enough for him to wheeze as he sucked in air. "Scream my name. Tell me what you want. Scream for me," Ivar said slowly and seductively. "There's nothing sweeter than hearing my name roll off the plump lips of your juicy mouth as you plead for more." Ivar dropped his head forward, his sweat dampened hair grazing Alex's shoulders, causing him to shudder. As Ivar released his throat, he slapped his ass.

Alex hissed as pleasure consumed his entire body while Ivar dominated him and continued spanking his ass.

Suddenly, Ivar bent down and wrapped his hand tightly around Alex's rock hard, neglected, dangling shaft. He began moving his hand along Alex's length in rhythm with his hips, which had slowed down considerably, to make the position possible.

As Ivar roared like a savage beast at the sensations the slower movements brought him, Alex moaned out, "More! Harder! Ivar! Please!" He wailed unrecognizable sounds and said Ivar's name repeatedly.

"That's it, Love. Let go. Let me see you come undone," he dropped his head to Alex's neck, licking and sucking, sending shivers all over his body. As he reached Alex's ear, he softly whispered, his hot breath lightly fanning it, "Come for me. Come saying my name," and he slapped Alex's ass cheek again, causing him to jolt and do just as demanded of him.

"I-I'm close. Ohh, fuck! Ivar!" He felt the pressure building to it's boiling point as Ivar continued rolling into him, sloppily from behind.

Ivar's legs began to tremble as he pounded erratically into Alex, nearly losing his balance, "I'm, uh, fuck! I'm close, too! Let go, Love, let go!"

Alex practically squealed as Ivar's movements grew even stronger, still. Reveling in the extasy that Ivar had created, Alex's body tensed as he finally released his load and was gripped by the powerful feeling of his climax.

With that, Ivar met his demise immediately after, emptying himself deep inside Alex as his thrusts stammered and haulted. His body stiffened as he savored every moment of his release, his entire body twitching as he struggled to catch his breath.

With his legs trembling, sharp breaths escaping his mouth, and a pounding heart, Ivar's legs finally failed him, and he collapsed on top of Alex with a grunt. "Umm, sorry, Love," Ivar mumbled. "That was fucking amazing." He slowly raised up and pulled out of Alex with a whine as Alex did the same.

Both still panting, Alex whined, "I need to touch you. Please, untie me."

"But I could leave you like this," Ivar smirked, "And just have my way with you anytime I want." His heart fluttered.

"Well, you can still have your way with me anytime you want. You don't need this rope for that," Alex grinned.

His smile stretching widely across his face, Ivar yanked the rope and quickly began untying him, bit by bit. He assisted Alex in getting out of the rope and off of the table.

Alex quickly turned around, facing him, and gave him a needy kiss. He hungrily devoured him, mouth consuming Ivar's every moan and whimper as his arms wrapped tightly around Ivar's waist.

As he pulled Ivar closer, their chests fleshed against eachother, Alex moved his lips back far enough and softly said, "You're right. That definitely was amazing, but it was hard not being able to touch you." He raked his fingertips softly across Ivar's chiseled chest as goosebumps appeared beneath them. "The entire time I was craving the feel of you beneath my hands. This is just as amazing," he said.

With his heart pounding, Ivar yanked him forward and took him into another deep kiss, one arm around his back and the other holding the back of his head. He trembled all over as he sloppily kissed Alex, losing all train of thought.

They were wrapped in eachother's arms like a pretzel, passion growing stronger again with every drop of sweat that dropped from their bodies. Suddenly, Ivar broke the kiss and leaned back a little. "Umm," he panted, "We should probably stop. I don't want to hurt you, and if we continue like this, oh, I'm definitely going to hurt you," he grinned from ear to ear.

"As much as I know I'd like that, I also know you're right. We need to get cleaned up anyway," Alex sharply inhaled.

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They decided to take a shower together, and Alex told Ivar, "Given our history in showers, I don't really know if this is a good idea either."

Both of them laughing, Ivar said, "I promise I'll behave. It will be hard, but I can do it."

Turns out, Ivar wasn't lying. They both actually showered off their hot, sweaty, sticky bodies as they played in the water with eachother, splashing it in eachother's faces and smacking one another playfully.

As Alex was about to turn the water off, Ivar leaned in close behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. He gently kissed up Alex's shoulder to his neck, and Alex turned his head to the side, toward him as best he could, "You good?"

Ivar kissed his cheek and nodded, "I love you." He, then, rested his forehead in the back of Alex's head, taking in the smell of his fresh, wet hair.

Warmth washed over Alex as he turned in Ivar's arms. "And I love you." Trying to avoid unintentional arousment, that he knew he couldn't handle at the moment, he pulled Ivar closer to him, both hands on his cheeks, and kissed him on the forehead.

After getting out of the shower and both putting on sweats, Alex stretched, yawning, "I'm really exhausted. Where are we sleeping? Upstairs in your room or down here?"

Ivar stretched his arms out toward him and said, "I have the perfect spot for you. You're sleeping right here." He sat down on the bed in the middle of the room, grinning widely.

Alex smiled back at him and crawled into bed beside him. "You're so cheesy," he laughed. "What about Ivy? Do you even have a monitor in here at all?"

"Sara is here tonight," Ivar laid back onto his pillow. "And no. No monitor in here. This is our space away. Remember?"

Alex curled up beside him as Ivar wrapped his arms around him. He kissed Alex on top of his head and asked, "How are you?"

Confused, Alex looked up at him and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, are you ok after we, well, after things got so rough?" Ivar felt his cheeks begin to burn. "I just, I was hoping I didn't hurt you. We've never done anything like that before, and I wanted.."

Placcing his finger over Ivar's lips, Alex interrupted him, "Ivar, I'm fine. Of course, I'm a little sore, but I expected that already. I'm ok. Seriously, this was unbelievable." Ivar felt relieved.

They began to doze off to sleep when, suddenly, Alex sat straight up in the bed, "Shit! Ivar!"

"What? What is it, Love? Are you ok?" Ivar quickly sat up beside him.

"Fuck! The necklace! I'm so sorry. I'd thought of ripping it off your neck to begin with, because I was so mad, but then, when it actually happened, it was a mistake. Oh shit. I'm so sorry!" Alex swung his feet off the side of the bed, attempting to get up, "I'll get it, and I'll get it fixed for you. Seriously, I'm sorry."

Ivar put his hand on Alex's shoulder and stopped him, "Hey, look at me." Alex turned to him. "I told you. It's not important. Leave it. We'll get it out of the floor tomorrow. And you don't have to get it fixed. It's ok. Now, lay back down with me."

"But, Ivar," Alex started.

"Shhh," he swallowed Alex's words with a kiss. "Now, lay down with me, and stop worrying."

Defeated and feeling guilty, Alex laid back down. "I'm actually surprised it stayed around my neck as long as it did," Ivar smirked at him. "Now, come here." He pulled Alex against his own body and wrapped his arms around him. They fell asleep wrapped around eachother as usual.

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It was nice for Ivar as well. All he wanted was for the three of them to get along for Ivy's sake. What a lucky little girl she was to have the three of them to love her like they did!

Ivar had also had the chance to talk with Aslaug. He told her she would lose him if she couldn't accept that Alex was in his life and that he was in love with him.

She promised Ivar that the night Katia was talking about wanting him back and being better for him than Alex, she'd been distracted by hearing Alex in the hallway. She told him she hadn't really paid Katia much attention, but she knew how it looked to Alex.

She'd went to apologize to him that same night, but by the time she got to him, he was already drinking heavily with Sigurd and the others. Sigurd had motioned to her that he was keeping an eye on him, so she'd intended to talk to him later.

She even wanted to go to Ivar's and talk to Alex that very day Ivar had appeared on Ubbe's doorstep, but Ivar explained how Alex felt it was best to just drop it all together. He didn't want to think about it anymore and had already accepted that he'd most likely misunderstood the circumstances. Ivar would relay the message to Alex.

Evan though Aslaug didn't particularly like that decision, she agreed, because she didn't want to cause anymore trouble for the two of them. "Believe it or not, Dear, I do know that Alex loves you. You can see it in his actions. It took me a bit to accept everything, and I am still trying, but how could I want anything but your happiness?"

Ivar teared up with relief and hugged her before leaving and sharing the information with Alex.

Alex had been working on a presentation for school, and was happy to finally be at the bar on a Saturday night to get his mind off of his project and his grades.

"It's been a while since you've been able to work with me. I'm glad you're here," Ivar said, passing Alex behind the bar to get more beer.

"Ivar, I was just here last week," Alex reminded him.

"Yeah, but only Friday night and I barely saw you this week at all. Plus, I missed having you here with me," Ivar teased as he walked behind Alex again and popped him on the ass as he did.

"Which table are those beers going to?"

Ivar pointed, with his head, in the direction of two couples sitting together who looked a bit overdressed for their surroundings.

"Oh my God, Ivar. Do you know who that is? That's the couple who rented the entire place out for their wedding party."

"Okay? And?" Ivar was obviously missing the point Alex was trying to make.

"And they said they'd be back because they wanted to do some sort of buisness with us, more than just that night. Remember?"

Ivar's head dropped, "That's after our first, umm, when I umm, you know. I wasn't here for that weekend."

Alex looked at Ivar and told him, "Don't worry about it. Give me the tray. I'll take it to them." And Alex walked off toward the couples.

Ivar watched Alex as he spoke to them, clearly taking about the club. After a few minutes, Alex came back over to him, "Hey, they want to talk to us both."

Alex had Ivar follow him back over to their table and introduced them. They spoke for a while, telling them how much they enjoyed their place. The newlyweds explained that their friends were interested in buisness negotiations and would like to meet with them outside of the club sometime the next week.

Both Alex and Ivar agreed that would be nice, and they swapped their contact information so they could set up a time and day.

Excited, they both headed back to their spots behind the bar to talk about everything. As they made their way through the crowd, Ivar ended up ahead of Alex and back at the bar before him.

He turned to find Alex, but saw the back of a man's head blocking his full view of Alex. As he waited for the guy to step aside so Alex could push on through, he realized that the guy was talking to Alex. Assuming he was someone Alex knew, Ivar stood and waited.

"Come on. Leave with me. Let's get out of here, and I'll show you a nice night on the town."

"I'm sorry, Paul, but as I explained to you at school, I'm not interested. I'm happy with Ivar. Now, if you'll kindly let me by," Alex tried to make his way around Paul, "Ivar is waiting on me at the bar."

Paul stepped in front of Alex as he stepped to his side, "You're actually here with that mother fucker? I was sure that you would have left him by now, and he'd be back with his baby mama."

Not even dignifying Paul's question with an answer, Alex stepped to his other side, and simply said, "Excuse me."

Paul stepped in front of him again. He grabbed Alex's arms and squeezed tightly. "Listen to me! You need to leave with me. That mother fucker doesn't know how to treat you, and he's going to end up hurting you. Let me show you what a real man can do for you. One night with me, and I promise you won't regret it. You'll be like, 'Ivar who?' Come on."

Still gripping Alex's arms, he pulled Alex with him as he took steps toward the door. Alex unsuccessfully pulled, trying to break lose from him.

Feeling disgusted and actually, a little threatened, he decided to try to sound brave, "Who the fuck do you think you are? Let go of me, asshole! I'm not drunk this time. You can't take advantage of me! Back the fuck up! Why is it so hard for you to understand that I am not interested in anything you're offering?"

Paul turned around, facing him, "Is that what that asshole told you about me? That I was taking advantage of you?" Alex stared, blankly. "I did no such a thing! You told me that he'd broken your heart, and you wanted to leave him, but you were afraid of what he'd do if you tried."

Alex was shocked at Paul's failed attempt to try to convince him of things he knew he didn't say. He really was delusional. "Paul, I really," Alex began, and he felt two hands on his shoulders, gently guiding him to step to his side.

All the color drained from Paul's face as he looked up and found the cold eyes of Ivar staring down at him. "What was that you were saying? How I am dangerous and would hurt Alex?" Ivar snarled, "I believe you've got your facts wrong. I'd never lay a finger on Alex." Looking over to Alex, he smiled and then continued, "Well, at least not one that he didn't desire. However, you were right about one thing." He took a step closer to Paul, "I am very dangerous."

Ivar grabbed Paul by the collar of his shirt and squeezed it tightly around his neck into his fist. "And I'm not going to give you any more chances. You're lucky you're even still breathing. Get the fuck out of my club, and do not come back. Leave Alex the fuck alone. I don't want you so much as looking his fucking direction."

Gasping for air, Paul coughed and asked, "Why? What are you going to do? Call the police?"

Ivar flashed his teeth at Paul as he grinded them together, jaw muscles tensing. He yanked Paul closer to him so that they were eye to eye, "Who said anything about calling the fucking police? I can handle you all by myself. If you don't forget you ever knew Alex, I will filet you, set your ass on fire, and then feed you to my brother's fucking dog. There won't be enough of you left for even a DNA sample. Is that clear enough for you? Or do you need me to give you an example of what I'm capable of?" Ivar snarled, never looking away from Paul.

"Umm, uh yeah, yes. Yes, it's clear," Paul's words stumbled out of his mouth as he stood, still in Ivar's grasp, shaking with fear.

Ivar let go of him and then patted his shirt down in a mocking way to straighten it back out. "Now, run along. Get out of here before I regret letting you go." He waved him away dismissively.

Looking at Alex's stunned face, Ivar smiled and grabbed his hand, "C'mon, Love. Let me see you. Are you ok?"

They stepped to the side of Paul, who was still standing in the same spot in complete disbelief of what had just transpired, as Ivar looked Alex over. "I'm fine. He just pulled and squeezed me a bit, but I'm ok, Ivar."

"He better fucking hope you are! What's this? He looked at Alex's arm and could still see Paul's reddened handprint on it. "Who does he think he is?" Ivar could barely control the rage he felt inside.

"Let's just go back over to the bar. I'm fine. If he doesn't leave like you told him to, we'll get the bouncers to take care of him," Alex told him, trying to avoid making an even bigger scene.

Paul had began walking away from them, but he suddenly felt a surge of bravery course through his body. He thought of the danger his delusional mind was certain Alex was in. He couldn't let him leave with someone who had just threatened him the way Ivar had. He needed to try one more time. While cautious of Ivar, he was still sure he wouldn't put a finger on him there in the middle of the club.

With false security and new found strength, Paul lunged toward Alex. He grabbed Alex's shoulders from behind in an attempt to pull him away from Ivar, but Alex quickly moved to the side as Ivar saw Paul coming and told Alex to step away.

As Alex moved from Paul's grip, Paul balled up a fist, attempting to connect with Ivar's face. Without a second thought, Ivar caught Paul's fist in his left hand, squeezing and nearly crushing it. With his right hand, he punched Paul straight in the face. Paul stumbled backwards grabbing his eye and cheek.

He began yelling at Ivar, cussing him and saying how he was a threat to Alex. Ivar never said a word but took a step closer to him. He glared at Paul with darkened eyes and a menacing smile, watching to see if he'd finally taken the hint to leave.

With the weakest attempt, Paul tried to punch Ivar again, this time, grazing Ivar's mouth. It was just enough to make him bite his own lip, causing it to bleed. Ivar licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave another evil smile to Paul.

As Ivar took one more step closer to him, Paul held up his hands facing Ivar. "Ummm, no, no! I-I'm uh, I'm so-sorry. No, please. I didn't mean to..."

Ivar swung his fist harder this time and hit Paul so hard in the face that he lost his footing and fell backwards onto the floor.

The crowd had moved back out of the way by this point and stood watching in shock as the lights came on and music stopped.

Immediately, Ivar was standing over Paul. He grabbed him by the hair of his head with one hand and by his collar again with the other and pulled him up from the floor. Stooping down to stare him in the face, the words angrily roared out of Ivar's mouth, "What part of leave Alex alone, and get the fuck out of here did you not understand? Humm? And you have the audacity to try to hit me? Looks like I need to make good on my promise. Give me one good reason I shouldn't just end you right here, right now."

Paul panicked and tried to wiggle out of Ivar's tight grip. When he realized he couldn't get lose, he tried another tactic. "You threatening son of a bitch! I'll own you! I'll own..."

Having grown tired of the bullshit, Ivar punched him one more time, knocking him out. "What's that you were saying?" he mocked Paul, completely unbothered by his empty threats. He then dragged him to the door.

As he dropped him on the sidewalk outside, Paul opened his eyes. "I-I'm sorry, man. Truly. Please don't.."

Ivar cut him off, "Prove it. Stay the fuck away from us." Ivar coldly snarled back at him. "And you are now barred from coming back here. If you do, trust me, you will regret it."

When Ivar reached Alex back inside at the bar, the newlyweds and their friends were talking to him. "Fuck!" he mumbled to himself. "Umm, hi. I'm sorry you guys had to witness that. That's not usually how we conduct buisness around here. That was a special circumstance." He felt his cheeks burning.

"The guy was a friend of yours?" the guy, Steven, asked Alex.

"No, not really. Well, we used to be. We have a class together. I, too, am sorry you all had to see all of that. That kind of thing doesn't usually happen here."

"There's no need to apologize," Steven began. "It looked to me like Ivar, here, was just defending you. Am I right?"

Worried of what this meant for the deal they previously discussed, Alex dropped his head and answered. "Umm, well, yes. It's just, that guy doesn't know how to take no for an answer."

Ivar interrupted, "Look, I understand if you guys are no longer interested in meeting with us this week, now, after everything that just happened, but I'm not sorry. That guy had it coming. I won't sit by and let him, or anyone else for that matter, harass Alex like he has. I'm just sorry it had to happen here."

Steven's wife, Emilie, answered him, "Ivar, actually, it's quite the opposite of what you think. I was very impressed." She looked to Steven and smiled. "Do you know how many clubs and bars I've been to where there was some drunk perv pawing up all the ladies, and nobody ever did anything about it? Even after I complained to their security. It was quite nice to see you defending Alex. That's how I know you guys are the right ones for us to talk business with. Be sure to give us a call. We'll be looking forward to meeting with you two." Emilie stuck her hand out to shake theirs.

Ivar looked to Alex, shocked, then smiled as he shook her hand. "Thank you."

As the two couples left, Ivar told Alex, "Well, that was a close one. Are you ok?"

"Yes. Thank you. Are you?"

"Of course," Ivar laughed, "Let's get out of here. The crew can close up without us tonight."

They went back to Ivar's place, and, of course, everyone was already sleeping. They both quietly made their way upstairs to Ivar's room.

Alex took a shower while Ivar went back downstairs to grab some sandwiches and drinks for the two of them. Once Alex was finished showering, they ate and drank while discussing the evening. Ivar apologized for everything with Paul, but Alex told him how thankful he was and how he had to admit that Paul creeped him out. "He really makes me uncomfortable like he could totally hurt me and the whole time, think he's helping me. I think he's really unbalanced."

"Well, Alex, if he bothers you anymore, you do know I will end him for real, right?" Ivar didn't even crack a smile to him.

Alex gulped and avoided the question, "Umm, why don't you shower while I take care of the dishes?"

Ivar smirked, "Thank you," and went to the bathroom.

Ivar came from the shower to find Alex already laying in his bed. Alex rolled over to see Ivar, "Hope you don't mind. I'm really beat."

"Of course not. So am I," he said, crawling into bed beside him. "I'm just glad you decided to stay here tonight. I hate it when you go home, and I'm left here in this big bed all alone." He kissed Alex on the forehead.

Alex snuggled into Ivar's arms after he turned out the lamp. They talked a little more and guessed about what kind of buisness ideas Steven and Emilie could possibly have in mind for them.

As Alex was beginning to doze off, Ivar whispered, "You know I was serious about ending Paul if he bothers you anymore, right? Nobody hurts you and lives to tell about it."

Alex only mumbled, "Umm-humm," and the two of them fell asleep wrapped in eachother's arms as usual.

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Monday, before Alex had class, Ivar and Alex called Steven. He asked them to fly out on that following Wednesday. Although Wednesday was the only day Alex didn't have class, it happened to be the day of his presentation for the project he'd been working so hard on.

"Umm, is there any other day that," Ivar began as Alex elbowed him and raised his eyebrows. "Umm, Steven? Would it be a terrible inconvenience if we called you back? It's just that we need to look at our calendar for next week first."

"I completely understand. I look forward to hearing from the two of you."

When Ivar hung up the phone, he told Alex, "That's you're big night. I can't miss it. If they choose your project, won't you be presented with the award the very next day? I'd miss both things."

"Ivar, I know it's not ideal, but what are the chances of my project actually being chosen? And this opportunity with Steven and Emilie is more certain. It has the chance of being big for us, for our business, and future. I will be ok for you to miss my presentation. You go to meet with them, and represent us both. It will be fine, and maybe you'll come home with great news."

Ivar kissed him on the forehead. "You never cease amaze me with how unselfish you are, Love. Are you sure it'll be ok?"

"Absolutely."

They called Steven back and explained. Steven agreed to meet with only Ivar but informed them that he'd like him to stay a few extra days to visit some other bars he owned there in the capital as well. He would like Ivar's input on what could possibly be changed to make them more successful. Ivar looked to Alex who was shaking his head yes, so they agreed.

Steven informed him that he'd have his plane ticket waiting for him at the airport. "Oh, that's not necessary, Steven. I'll get my ticket. Thank you, though."

"Nonsense. I've invited you here, and I will pay for your travel. My driver will pick you up at the airport when you arrive. It's settled."

Ivar and Alex were both surprised. That was usually how Ivar handled buisness. He wasn't used to someone else treating him like that.

As they sat, looking at eachother, Katia walked in. "Oh shit! What about Katia?" Ivar glanced over to her and back to Alex.

"I'll stay here at your place with her. I'll get with Sara and let her know my class schedule so we can ensure one of us is here and Katia's not alone."

Katia then spoke up, "Why would I be alone? What's going on, guys?"

Alex explained everything to her as Ivar began to protest, "Alex, you have too much work to do for your project. I'll have Sara and one of the other girls work it out between them. Besides, the two of you can barely stand eachother."

Katia then looked to Alex and gave him a sweet smile and a wink before looking back to Ivar, "Umm, if I may, I'd actually like Alex to stay here. That is, if he really can and it wouldn't be too much. I think it would be a good opportunity for the two of us to strengthen our relationship. Umm, for Ivy's sake, of course." She winked at Alex again as Ivar turned toward him, missing it.

Alex gulped, but tried to stay calm to prevent Ivar from an explosion and from worrying. Had Katia meant what it seemed? Surely not. "Yeah, umm," he rubbed his now sweating hands down the top of his thighs toward his knees, "She's right. It'll be good for Ivy."

"Are you sure, Alex?" Ivar wasn't convinced.

Looking back at Katia as she smiled widely, Alex told Ivar, "Yes, Ivar. It'll be fine." He wondered what Katia was up to, but he was sure he could handle it. Plus, he really didn't want Ivar to worry or miss this opportunity for their club. He grabbed Ivar's hand and kissed the back of it. "Don't worry. Juat go, and make this deal happen for us."

Katia grinned from ear to ear. She knew, now, that she had them right where she wanted them.

Alex glanced up and saw her huge grin and her wheels turning in her mind. His heart kind of sank. He hoped he hadn't just made a huge mistake.

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Chapter 2

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BETWEEN TWO FIRES

Chapter 2

Suguru wasn’t just annoyed, he was immensely pissed.

That night, he found your phone number almost by accident.

He had been looking at your profile picture for a while, enjoying your wonderful features, disfigured by the scar he had inflicted on you.

It had been tremendously sad to leave Jujutsu Tech, but he had done it with the knowledge of how rotten that system was.

Of all his fellow warlocks, you and Satoru were the ones he most regretted.

It was something he would never admit, he had to be strong, and not just for himself, but for you.

On the other hand, he knew it, you were such a beautiful and pretty thing, and in the midst of a world of sorcerers and cursed spirits you were like a flower in the winter snow.

Your sweet face spoke for itself, completely in conflict with the shriveled scar. It still looked like a charm.

Was he obsessed with you? Maybe.

He had a feeling that being by your side could hurt you, impregnated you with his disgusting curses.

If he tried to touch you, he was sure he would get you dirty.

Yet the feeling of power that left him this awareness was not unpleasant.

The idea of making you completely his, of ruining you, was one of his greatest perversions.

So, when he wrote to you, and he didn’t get an immediate response, he started getting agitated.

Who were you with?

What were you doing?

Why didn’t you answer him?

What if you changed your number?

As he realized that reacting in such an exaggerated manner made no sense, he heard his room door open.

« Geto-sama...», Nanako had entered weeping, «I had a bad dream».

The blinking lights of the four arrows of a taxi stunned your eyes.

You hated the city, and all the hustle and bustle that followed. Even though you’ve been living in Tokyo for years, you’d never get used to its routine.

You had always lived in a small village adjacent to the sea.

The coast was your home, as was the foamy sea and the sand you loved to tread on barefoot.

Here instead the only thing you could see were the large skyscrapers that were lost in the sky, the noisy cars and the swarming masses of people.

As if it had been a great anthill, Tokyo used to run you over with its worker ants, who, even though it was late, were still around with the briefcase in hand.

It was barely 22:00, the nightclubs were crowded already from nine, and you were still, glued to the screen of your phone, while you carried a smoking cigarette to your lips.

Golden Gai had been a post-war black market and then a brothel, turned into a pub village. It was a great place for young people and for those looking for adventure and some drinking. This traditional "drinking district", consisting of narrow streets filled with dozens of tiny bars, was a tangle of endless signs and lights.

Your decision to show up for the appointment was made after several mental collapses.

You cried an hour in Gojo’s fancy bathtub, and you didn’t stop.

You continued your nervous outburst on your way home, in the kitchen table while you tried to eat a bite of sautéed salmon rice, and on the way to Suguru’s designated location in the message.

You felt so stupid, so emotionally down and pathetic.

You did what you could while trying to cover your red eyes and red nose.

When you cried, your face turned red, lately it was something you couldn’t stand.

You hated seeing the redness peeping out more and more at every tear, not to mention how the corners around your eyes burned.

Your sensitive skin after several hours, could no longer stand the salty and wet liquid of your tears.

What about that scar? You found it disgusting.

A car horn shook you from your thoughts.

You sucked nicotine into one last, needy shot. As you noticed the combustion getting more insistent, you noticed a hand approaching the cigarette butt.

Long, tapered fingers took the cigarette from your lips, leading your eyes to follow it.

«This is one of Shoko’s bad habits».

Your lips tightened, your blood bubbled as your cheeks turned red.

Two obsidian beads peered down at you, not letting you escape.

If only your legs had allowed you to escape from that situation, you would have done it immediately, but the surprise effect had glued you to the pavement.

«Hello», he said it so casually, that for a moment you wondered if he was actually the exact same guy you’d met in school.

Standing straight, you frowned as you watched your last shot fall, and then vanish, crushed under Suguru’s shoe.

«At the end you came, I’m happy», he continued with a smile, carrying his hands in his pockets.

Your feelings were mixed. If in one hand you wanted to throw your arms around his neck, on the other you still felt the weight of the unpleasant events, those that had affected your face smeared with blood.

You hoped he would look at your scar and feel bad. You hoped he would feel guilty, you prayed he wouldn’t sleep at night.

«I am not, I am not happy», you had hissed imitating him, carrying your hands in the pockets of the jacket.

«Oh», he had looked at you more intensely, «I don’t feel like I forced you».

Suguru was not a simple soul to talk to. He was smart, always ready to trick you, and since you weren’t stupid, you avoided responding to his provocations.

«If you have to speak, do it now», your look was intensified.

You assumed from the texts he sent you, he had some issues to sort out.

«Oh, I meant to do it while we were sitting, maybe while having a drink», he kept that mysterious veil on himself, as he always tried to have a monopoly on you and your decisions.

He was manipulative, what did you expect?

«Your fingertips are frozen and your nose is red. You are trembling like a leaf, let's go inside», he had offered you his hand, but you had hit it with an elbow, walking beyond, refusing his kindness and ignoring his care for you.

You know, it was just a trick.

«Ok...», you said frosty.

The place he chose was one of those pubs where music broke your eardrums.

The eavy metal band that sounded, seemed quite influential, you had noticed it by the number of people under the small stage.

The cramped place, too small to hold all those people, made you slightly agitated.

To make matters worse, it was Suguru’s chest colliding with your back.

«Sorry», he had told you leaning his hands along your arms, «they pushed me».

You sighed as your heart was about to explode.

His perfume had not changed over the years, perhaps in addition you only noticed a slight hint of bergamot, lightened by what could be the scent of his shampoo and body wash.

You had swallowed, fortunately the pounding music had the power to cover the sound of your heart.

«Come, I booked a more secluded table», he had whispered in your ear.

You now understood why he chose Shinjuku as a meeting place.

It was known that the neighborhood was the busiest in Tokyo, but at the same time it was known as a red light district.

If you had to mix easily in the crowd, that’s where you had to take refuge in Shinjuku.

And since Suguru was a wanted criminal, it didn’t seem strange.

The pub was poorly lit, with secluded rooms, and it didn’t take much to understand why.

Not when you saw a rundown woman being dragged into one of the private cabins between disgusting kisses.

You followed Suguru’s broad shoulders through the hallway full of rooms, trying to avoid the thirsty looks of men and women now more than shine.

If there was one thing that you could not stand, it was these uncomfortable situations, in fact, when you had preceded Suguru, entering the room, you had taken a breath of relief.

As the sorcerer closed the door, you began to relax your ears, sitting at the foot of a solid wood kotatsu.

Same thing Suguru did, standing right in front of you.

«Are you ok?» while you were taking off your jacket, you had skipped to answer his question.

«What do you want Suguru? After all this time, not even a stupid message, an insignificant call, and now? What happened?» You didn’t want to go around the obvious.

Suguru looked at you, leaning an elbow in the coffee table, and holding his chin on the palm of his hand, he smiled at you.

«I have already told you, things are not left half-»

«I don’t know what you are talking about, Suguru. The more I look at you, the more I get angry».

Geto's hand had approached yours, he had clutched it, bringing you near him.

«I just wanted to see you, Izumi».

«I don’t believe you», you sayed, escaping from its clutches.

«Do you really believe that, after all that you have done, I will be condescending?».

«No, but you could at least let me speak».

His eyes had become darker, a shadow had crept into his features, and for a moment you had a slight fear.

You knew how much Suguru had above your abilities, not for nothing he was a special level, while you had stopped at the first level.

Feeling his aura change, your shadow began to stretch.

«Hold it at bay, I’m not going to hurt you».

«Then change that fucking attitude!» You said, as you tried to calm your dark shadow that was slowly growing on the wall behind you.

«Are you still struggling to contain emotions? Are you afraid? Is that why that thing is so agitated?».

With a fit of rage, caught in the act, you had a hand to the collar of his sweatshirt.

«You are wrong».

«All right», he said, raising his hands as a sign of surrender, «then let’s talk civilly, will you?».

Geto’s eyes were studying you, he was probably the only person in the world to understand your emotions completely.

So when you denied your fear and he went along with it, you knew he did it just to please your pride.

You were afraid of him, yes.

That was the truth, but could he blame you?

He killed an entire village, his parents, and then he was gone.

He was a mass murderer, he had completely lost his mind, and while you had been wondering for years why such an extreme gesture, you had come to the conclusion that you didn’t want to know.

The only ones who saw him last were Shoko and Satoru, but you stayed at Jujutsu Tech, thinking about your sins alone, without anyone knowing.

On that fateful day in fact, Suguru was not alone.

You had joined his mission, lately you saw him always gloomy and sad: maybe he would have liked a little company.

That day where everything changed, in that small and narrow village you were there too, and what did you do to stop him? The only thing you tried to do was to throw yourself on a child’s body to save him, and now, a terrible scar shriveled in your face.

Your greatest guilt, which you still kept secret, was that you couldn’t stop him.

And while he was killing and dismembering, you stood by, covered in blood and fear.

The child looked at you with desperate eyes before dying in your arms, and it was your fault.

Suguru was only seventeen years old, he was gentle, calm, always protecting the weak and always respectful of others.

You never expected to see his degenerate look as he killed and beheaded in cold blood.

The realisation was like a lightning in the clear sky, and even today, in your nightmares you dreamed of his impervious face full of drops of blood returning to your kneeling figure.

«It doesn't matter if you didn't react, Izumi», those words roused you from your intrusive thoughts, taking you back to the walls of the room.

You looked at him, setting your eyes in his.

«It doesn’t matter», he continued, «you couldn’t have done anything».

Suguru had watched your scar break down as your eyes filled with tears.

Those comforting words, though they came from him, were so surreal to you; you had endured your pain alone for five long years, and now hearing the words you always wanted to hear made you feel less guilty.

«Do they know?» he asked you, tilting his head to the side.

You shook your head, wiping your tears with your sweater sleeve.

If they didn’t know you were with Suguru, they didn’t even know that the ugly scar that disfigured your face was his fault.

The makeup you wore melted, leaving you exposed.

You were wondering if he was able to see your imperfections now, as well as the scar.

The small illuminated room didn’t let Suguru miss any of your expressions.

Tears were still burning in the corner of your eyes, and your nose had definitely turned red. You hated that feeling.

The more you thought about what happened, the tighter your stomach became.

«You could have come with me», the statement had left you stunned.

The violet light of the room now gave way to a bright red light, following the RGB change of the lamp.

«Sure, and be labeled as a murderer? Don’t make me laugh Suguru», your sharp words made the deep sea more and more unlivable.

«Yes, but you wouldn’t have kept living like that, would you?» your eyes lowered.

You looked at your hands while you tortured your cuticles. What you had to endure over the years was something you would not wish for anyone.

Even Satoru didn’t know; you hid your bad mood under your mother’s untimely death. This led him to think that the main problem was the disease that took her away from you as well as an oppressive and patriarchal father.

«The offer is still valid», he said, observing you.

«Don’t say shit», you complained, «I have my life to live».

His eyes chained you, they were different from Satoru’s, they put you in terrible awe.

As usual he was unpredictable and you didn’t know what to expect from him.

«Yes? I thought you had devoted yourself more to surviving», his words were sharp as your pride struck you.

«It is more honorable to live this way, than to do it as you are doing it», you had not managed to contain yourself.

«And Satoru needs me».

Geto bent his lips upwards, his hair falling down his shoulders as he moved, «Remember this, Izumi: Satoru doesn’t need anyone, isn’t he the strongest? Unless you mean otherwise».

You stiffened to the allusion, «this Is not your business».

Suguru wrinkled his lips, «Oh~, you opened your legs to him?».

You got up suddenly, slamming your hands in the coffee table, You know what? If you have nothing better to tell me I think that I will go, I do not want to be jerked off by you!».

You took the vest behind you and started getting dressed.

«Sit down», the tone he used did not allow for discussion.

Out of the corner of your eye, you looked at him.

«Why should I?» you challenged him.

«I said, sit down», he didn’t need to raise his voice, he was already intimidating enough while his face was pounding.

When the maid entered the cabin, she had brought two straps, two glasses and a small transparent ampoule. You thought it would contain Saké.

«Are you guys okay?»

«Yes, thank you», the change in Suguru’s face left you stunned.

His eyes closed gently and his lips bent upwards in a sweet smile that reminded you of who he once were.

«Perfect! Make yourself comfortable while choosing what to order-»

«I’ll take a Craft Gin Smash», you had interrupted her, resembling yourself in the soft pillow.

«The same», Suguru said, relaxing his nerves when he saw you sitting.

«Sure, two Gin Smash then», taking in her hands the price lists, the maid vanished behind the sliding door, while the light, passed again to purple.

The silence was interrupted only by the muffled music of the club, you were not going to say anything... what would you say?

«Satoru has been busy», he had provoked you, pouring the contents of the ampoule on the two shot glasses, «beyond this how is he?».

You would have liked to answer badly for the umpteenth time, but taking in your hands the small glass container you had opted for a more mature approach.

You had therefore avoided the arrow, swallowing the first sip of that transparent drink.

« None of us are okay. Since Riko and Haibara’s death, it’s been like an endless dark tunnel. Not to mention the crap you did», your throat burned while you had sent down the second sip.

«Nanami has retired from Jujutsu, Shoko does not speak to me or to Satoru, and then he...», you had restrained your mouth, thinking about the sessions of brutal sex to which he subjected you.

It was handsome, sure, but it was obvious he was using you to ease his upset.

As you thought about the nights you spent being brutally hammered, you wondered if he really wanted your well-being or maybe he just didn’t want his.

You were best friends, your relationship stopped being that, he didn't love you, you were aware of it, and yet day after day, you thought that this relationship was slowly emptying you out.

His pent-up anger was all over you, and when Suguru noticed the small hematoma peeping out of your high-neck sweater, he brought a hand towards your face, raising it towards his own.

Two fingers were running down your neck, stopping over the bluish skin.

«You can say "no", you know this? Satoru does not know his limits, not even those of others».

His voice, sweet as honey, caressed the strings of the soul in pain that you were.

«Why do you worry?» you asked, moving his hand apart, «I must remind you how I got this scar? What Satoru does to me is nothing in comparison».

The sense of emptiness was becoming more and more overwhelming in your chest.

Suguru remained silent, moving his hand back to your injured cheek.

«It suits you», he said, leaving you speechless.

You didn’t believe your ears when he told you something so vile.

«I am convinced it keeps you tied to me, more than you would like».

Saying "I’m sorry," it didn’t seem like it was the sorcerer’s will.

Red with rage, you had tried to respond without succeeding.

While Suguru was showing discomfort, seeing the hematoma in your tender neck, you were reeling at his provocation.

«I have often thought of you in these years».

«That sucks», you said thinking about what he had just said.

«Disgusting?» he repeated, stroking your cheek, hooking his thumb on your rosy lips.

He stroked them, opening them slightly.

«I have not forgotten, and you?».

Your heart had taken a few extra leaps as his thumb worked its way inside your mouth.

His slightly rough finger had come into contact with your tongue.

Looking for it, he began to caress it, giving you several chills.

«Allow me to be beside you», he said, leaning with his other hand over your shoulder.

«Allow me to protect you».

His thumb had wet your soft lips with your own saliva.

«I heard that your mother passed away. Your father is pressuring you, isn’t it? And your work as a sorcerer? I knew that you were going to die a few months ago. Without me you are nothing, you can’t anything, Izumi».

Waking up from the trance, you shook your head, slapping his hand away.

«I know to look after myself!».

You didn’t even wait for your cocktail to arrive, that you took your jacket in your hands, ready to leave.

«You need me».

His eyes were so sharp, you swore he could get past you.

«I’ll be fine this time too, if I get killed, make sure to bring me at least one stupid flower».

Angry, you just opened your mouth without thinking.

It was too much.

You wanted to disappear, you wanted to stop your intrusive thoughts, you hated the way Suguru’s touch and voice made you feel.

It was like a sweet addiction, and yet you knew that if you gave in it would completely wipe you out.

He made you feel pampered and safe, perhaps because no one else knew the truth that tormented you.

But you knew he was a spider ready to lure you into his web.

«I shouldn’t have come», you said, and then snuck through the door.

You thought it was over while you were retracing the corridor.

The music was deafening, the people so many to make you vulnerable and when a hand clinged to your wrist, you almost didn’t release your shadow to slay the victim.

Without realizing what was going on, you found yourself with your back against the wall and a large body blocking you.

Meanwhile, your shadow danced eerily, manifesting the tension you felt. The situation seemed suspended between the impending chaos and the search for a way out that would not endanger the lives of others.

«Come on Izumi, hurt me if you want it».

Suguru's voice.

His perfume entered your brain, giving you an adrenaline rush.

The blood had gone to your head, and you felt your temples beating frantically to the beat of your heart.

«I tried to go easy on you, but you just don’t want to understand, did you?» his nose approached your neck.

«Now stay still, okay?» your body was motionless, your eyes wide, while his mouth was resting in your jaw.

He gave you a wet kiss before he started talking.

«I’m not going to repeat it twice, so listen carefully», your body was stiff under his touch, so much that he began to hurt your spine.

«What-»

«Shut up», he grabbed your side, making you collided with him.

As much as you wanted to answer, you were silent, too agitated to say a word.

«In these days I will write you, answer, I don’t care what you are doing, you will answer».

The threat made you frown, «I won’t do anything you want-»

«Oh, you will», it vigorously pinched you a side, provoking you a long shake of pain.

«You don’t want certain things to be known, do you?» your eyes widened, not believing in the blackmail he had put you in front of.

Was it really the Suguru you always knew? Something told you no, as you listened to his words.

«You will do what I will ask to you, no matter what, you will do it».

You wanted to be stronger to kick his ass right now, but you knew that wasn’t one of the most reasonable options.

The harshness of his words was like a slap in the face.

He broke away from you, allowing you to breathe, while with an indecipherable look he abandoned you along the pub corridor.

You were in so much trouble.

[jugg3rn4ut]

I've always felt detestable. Well, maybe not always, but for a good majority of my life. As if there's something deeply unpleasant about me, something off-putting buried in my bones or whatever. I was a pretty quiet kid, never enjoyed socialising (that was my little sister's niche), I'd give polite responses when addressed but mostly tried to figure out a way to escape the conversation overall. That was alright though, it didn't matter then. After all, most people don't hate 7 year olds. The trouble started once I turned 11. People become a lot less accommodating once you hit your teens.

 Any behaviours that are considered quirky for a child quickly become unnerving when you hit puberty. All of a sudden you're weird and scary. You have friends, but boys look at you with pure disgust and you cant figure out why. You've always dreamed of the perfect highschool experience, a fairytale teen romance is your only goal at this age, but you don't fit the “beautiful brunette main character” bill. You're odd and average and most importantly, black. No one wants you this way and that sucks ass so obviously you try to change, act and look more “normal”, but it's near impossible to completely detach yourself from what's natural to you when you're 13. Your mind and soul follow you like a dirty stain, making your attempt to blend in look uncanny at best. Surely everyone can still see that you're a freak, and even if they cant, you certainly can and it's disgusting. 

So eventually, keeping up the act becomes too much for you. You try to revert back to your old self but you don't remember how, the lines are too blurred at this point. Then you're angry. Angry that you tried so hard to become socially acceptable only to end up in situations you never thought you would end up in. Boys are so so so evil and you can't look past that. They grope and grin and laugh in their group chats and they burrow into your head, nestling down so you can't pull them out again. They'll say things that never leave your mind, leaving you hearing their voices on repeat like a ringing in your ears that'll never go away. Boy-induced tinnitus, or boy-induced psychosis, or both maybe. You can no longer see yourself the same way, you can't shower the same way, you can't daydream the same way, you can't speak the same way, nothing is the same after that, not ever.

But you're stupid, or maybe just human, there's barely a difference there. You still crave affection from a boy. You're mind is set on them being evil but you're so so lonely anyway. Being weird is lonely, but being a bitch feels like you're trapped in a malfunctioning submarine with no reflective surfaces and no echo. Strange description maybe, but that's it.

You're furious at the fact that you've lost so much of yourself, to the point where fury is all you can feel. Everything you do is fueled by that bitter, miserable rage, the knowledge that you've lost control of who you are and how you're perceived. You have so much misdirected adrenaline that for a while, you feel powerful, productive. You can stand up for yourself, speak your mind, put on makeup and you feel on top of the world. Untouchable. You have to be untouchable because God knows you can't handle that again.

Then comes the drop. Unfortunately, the world is constantly spinning and remaining on top of it is impossible because you are not fast enough to keep up, and you never will be. You've hit a wall, hard, and you no longer have enough energy to find your way over it. You realise that since you were 11, not a single boy has looked at you as though you were human. Not when you were odd, not when you were normal, not when you were a bitch, and certainly not now that your mind has stopped working. You know boys are evil, you know it, but the fact that you haven't experienced the full extent of a boy somehow fills you with self-loathing. 

It's crazy, its so bad of you to think, but sometimes you wish you were still sexualised the way you were when you were normal. You feel so undesirable now and your track record doesn't convince you otherwise. All the other girls are having their hearts broken but you're just hated. Boys hate you and you hate them but it's not the same. You hate boys as people but boys hate you as if you're a piece of gum stuck to the sole of their shoe. You aren't a person to them, you aren't even an object. You don't actually know what you are. Your standards are out the window now but that doesn't actually matter, because there's no one to meet them, or even fall short of them, because no one wants you. No one. Wants you. 

And you want someone so badly. You fall asleep curled up in a ball, pretending to hold yourself in a warm embrace. You crave human contact, romantic contact, even eye contact, but no one wants you. You dress up and do your hair, try to look pretty and you know you do, but no one wants you. You post picture upon picture, try to seem fun and interesting and you ARE, but no one wants you. You cvt yourself and punch yourself and cry and cry and cry because the scars are so bad that they'd surely put any boyfriend you ever get off because you look despicable, but you don't actually have to worry about that, because no one wants you. So you keep cvtting yourself, it doesn't matter either way because you're so innately unnerving and gross and weird and rude and creepy and fcking ugly on the inside.

And then you realise how similar that last paragraph is to the first and you think, I think, that I haven't actually changed. All of this shit, just for me to end up being exactly the same as I was at eleven years old. 

[survivingmylife]

back after 1,5 years

Hi,

I am back after a very long time. Not much has changed but for the last few days, I’ve been feeling very very down, Problems are the same but few things in addition. 

I went to my very good friend’s bday party and it was one of the bestest birthdays I have ever been to. There were a lot of people I didn’t know a lot but still knew them a bit. The party went on and we all got bit tipsy and were enjoying everything that life gives us. 

There was this boy I have liked for about 2 years but i had totally forgotten about it already and had moved on. But there, i saw him again in his pure glory and all of it came back. When the party was still young, our eyes met few times but i didnt think anything of it. I still don’t think it was something intentional, just coincidental. But when the party went on and everybody got comfortable with each other, we sat around a bonfire and he came and sat next to me. I dont know how it happened or when he came next to me but one moment he was there, next to me, just sitting. And just like that we started talking. And talking like a lot. Everything around us just like disappeared and didnt matter anymore. There was only us. We got closer with every minute and in one second, our hands were tied and his other arm around me. 

For the first time, it wasnt disgusting for me, it felt natural and something that i really enjoyed. We were talking about our lives and problems and all these things. One moment, we realized, there was no one at the bonfire anymore. We felt like only minutes had passed by but we had sat there probably like an hour. Few of his friends came to see him and wanted to talk with him. And I just sat there, with out hands tied and saw the look on his friends faces. It wasnt embarrasing but we knew that everyone will start talking about it. We didnt tell these words out loud but we knew. Then we decided to go on the beach. He saw I was cold because it was already like 2 am at least and the weather was not warm anymore. He gave me his jacket and put it on me, i felt like a princess. We walked on a beach, he found a blanket that we can sit on. And we sat there for hours, talking about everything. All of our friends saw that and we didnt care. His arm around me and our hands together. We talked about children, friendships and so on. He told me that I have beautiful eyes and asked what colour are they. I knew that classic move and understood that he wanted to kiss me. I wanted too but i knew it wasnt the best place for this, deep down i already knew what was going to happen in the morning. And in a second it was 6 am and I had to tell him, I need to go to sleep. I think I was too harsh but it was already so late. I gave him his jacket back, we walked back to out houses. He went his way and me on my way. 

When the morning came, I felt like its not gonna be so good today. My girl friends were asking so many questions and what did we talk about and i told them: “I don’t know.” Because I really dont know anymore, it was like a dream for me and all of it was so unreal that i couldnt remember anything.

When i saw him in the morning, he didnt even look at me, it felt like he was embarrased of me or about last night. I felt so bad and so uncomfortable. I dont need you to come and hold my hand again but realize that I AM HERE. I am still a human. Last night was nothing? Was I just another warm body for you? Was I just the girl you chose for the night to be with so you would not get bored? Who am I? I dont need a relationship or anything but he could not even look in to my eyes, i felt so dirty and used. That was the thing I was scared about and it happened. We all left the birthday together, and everyone hugged eachother goodbye. And that was it. End of the story. 

The birthday was now 4 days ago. For the first 2 days, i couldnt even get out of bed because i was so broken. I havent eaten normal since the birthday because I dont get hungry, i feel like i dont deserve anything. Again, I feel like the ugliest girl in the world who is not enough for someone. 

Who am i to you? 

[dovahkinniez]

I love your blog!! If you don't mind, could you do a NSFW alphabet for Serana??? Thank you!!

` 𖤓 . . . NSFW ALPHABET: SERANA.

Thank you vvv much!! :D

Not proofread, if mistakes seen please tell me so I can change it. (I am incredibly lazy..)

Enjoy! <3

18+ only! Sexual content ahead, minors dni!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She is very caring. She treats it almost as a ritual, she loves to do the routine and for you both to take care of each other, washing each others hair, massaging each others skin, kissing the bruises and marks you left on each others skin. She loves to cuddle in silence as she hears your breathing soften as you drift off to sleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hers: she likes her legs, they're strong and she has nice thighs, she loves it when you ride them (female bodied) / fuck them (male bodied)

Yours: hands, fingers, she loves to suck on them. Your neck. Pretty self explanatory since she's a vampire really, but she loves the trust you have in her when she presses her lips against your neck and especially when you allow her to take a lil bite.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Since she's female I'm just going to speak about wetness, when she gets wet, she's wet. It's amazing. She loves to rub against your thighs, and on your pussy/cock, creaming all over it and she finds it so hot when you eat her out, seeing her juices glisten on your mouth and chin.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She's had multiple dreams where you fuck after fighting someone, covered in blood of the person you just took out and she feels sort of bad for being so into it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She's lived for many many many years but the majority of those years she's been hid away so I don't think she'll have much experience personally. She knew the basics, that was it. She treated sex as something to get done until you showed her its about having fun and feeling good. She picks things up with time, she's a natural.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

As a switch she'd need balance I think so positions where she isn't being overpowered or where you aren't either is what she likes the most. She loves to cuddle fuck, it's soft and sweet and she loves to be as close to you as possible.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not very goofy, no. She seems like a serious and awkward person in general and in the bedroom she still comes across as serious there. She wants to get lost in the feeling and wants to see you feel good, so if you both start joking around she feels the mood kinda slip.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Do vampires grow hair? Question of the day. I'm not sure.

Either way, doesn't matter. Simply answered. She doesn't care either way.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very intimate. She doesn't trust many and so her having sex with you, or even being naked together, she has to feel the Intimacy between you both. Deep kisses, soft spoken words of adoration, holding each other. Everything. She loves feeling intimate with you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I don't see her as a sexual person, not as much as the others. So I highly doubt she'll masturbate a lot. She usually gets it all out her system with you anyway so she doesn't see the point in masturbating.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Blood: goes without saying. It's a mix of lust and trust. She loves how you trust her not to go too far as she sucks at your flesh with her fangs deep. She loves to see the blood ooze out as you both fuck, to lick it off. And how you react and moan when you do it.

Somnophillia: remember that consent is key. She loves to wake you up, touching you gently. She loves it the other way around too. She likes to hear your breathing change and whimper as you stir in your sleep.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The usual places, pretty much all around the house tbh... when it's just you two alone she doesn't waste too much time taking you upstairs, just do it where you're sat downstairs, why not.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

As I said, I don't see her as a highly sexual person but I think kissing her neck, just below her ear. Drives her crazy. It sends tingles across her body. She loves it when you start pawing and kneading at her ass and tits, mouth around her nipples and she's ready.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing at involves any type of cnc, never.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

I see her as someone that didn't see the point until you both did it together. She loves to take turns, to taste each other and explore each others bodies with your mouths. She likes to take her time, let her tongue travel across, collecting all your juices to taste you. She loves it when you kiss from her thighs to her pussy before you fuck her with your tongue.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. She likes to take her time, to build it up and allow it to naturally increase, she prefers to 'make love' rather than just fuck. She needs the feeling there so slow and romantic is everything to her.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not too keen on them unless it's grinding against each other, quickly using your mouths on each other. She'd never go the full mile if you both didn't have the time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Bdsm related kinks, she'd want to try them out but wouldn't know how to ask, she'd want it to be mutual where you do it to each other and create a healthy dynamic sexually between a sub and dom (depending on your mood)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

She has endless energy, she can go multiple rounds and she can last for hours, literally. It doesn't take long for her to recharge so if you aren't done she focuses on you until she ready again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She owns a few, got them with you in mind and loves to toy you around with them, she let's you use them on her two. Sometimes you do it to each other at the same time, sort of like mutual masturbation really.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She's fair, I'd say. Unless she's taking the role as dominant while doing harder kinks she'd most likely not feel the need to tease and edge you, her aim is to make you feel as good as you can.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Her moans are pretty, soft and breathy with small whines as she draws closer to her orgasms. She isn't louddd but she's not quiet either.

W = Wild Card

You've both had sex in a coffin before, it happened. I don't make the rules.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Since she doesn't have a ding-a-ling. She has a perfectly round ass, not huge. But it's perky and squeezable. So are her tits. Soft and the right handful, with pretty nipples too. She has a very pretty body, it's so nice to even just look at.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not very high. It increases when she's thirsty for blood but otherwise, not really high.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depending on what you both do, sometimes she falls asleep before you. Sometimes after. But she doesn't fall asleep right away.

[borathae]

“Sometimes dreams hurt more than one could imagine.”

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader 

Genre: Angst, Fluff 

Warnings: a bad nightmare, tears, fears of abandonment, but also reassurance and so much love

Wordcount: 1.9k

a/n: Surprise, again ehehe! This is inspired by this lovely anonie’s dream. I just couldn’t shake the idea and had to write it! I hope you like it my pretty anonie! This one’s for you baby 🥺💜

Jungkook's eyes are filled with iciness. It is the kind of iciness you had hoped to never experience and yet here you were. There was warmth in his eyes once, warmth so strong you felt yourself melt just from looking at him. 

But that all changed. Two weeks ago when a nosy reporter dug up your past and published a long and very detailed article about it. The article was a complete success. With Jungkook's status in South Korea and the importance his company has to its economy, the success was expectable and yet it still didn’t prepare you for the shitstorm that followed. 

People called you a dirty whore, a disgusting prostitute, a despicable druggy, a greedy gold digger and yet nothing cut as deep as those who called you "Jeon Jungkook's biggest mistake". That is what really dug deep. A mistake. That is what you were to society. 

A gold digging, dirty prostitute who ruined one of South Korea's most eligible bachelors. 

Jungkook was on your side at first. He told you not to listen to online haters and that they don’t know you as well as he did. But then the calls began. Business calls with all his affiliates and they were all about one topic. Cancellation of their business relationship with him because a prostitute fucker doesn’t deserve their respect or money. 

One by one they dropped him and with each business call the warmth in Jungkook's eyes became less and less until it died out completely. 

Jungkook lifts his gaze and sighs.

"I'm sorry, I really am, but I can’t keep doing this."

"What? Jungkook, w-what does this mean?" 

Jungkook looks away.

"I made sure you would be living comfortably", he slides a pair of keys over the table, "I want you gone tomorrow." 

"Jungkook…" 

You jolt up, gasping for air. It hurts. Your heart hurts so much that you have to hit your chest with your fist. A painful sob shakes through you, your ears are ringing loudly. 

"Oh god no", you press out, curling into a small ball.

Please make it stop. Please, it hurts so much. 

You fall back down, feeling warmth brush your arm. You force your eyes to open and gasp. 

"Jungkook?" your voice is quivering. 

He is sleeping deeply, resting on his back and with his arms by his sides. His hair is ruffled from tossing and turning, his mouth is agape and his pyjama is matching with yours. 

So it was...a dream? It was all a dream? 

"Oh god Bunny", you press out, chasing the comfort of his warm body. You hold onto his arm tightly, soiling the sleeve of his pyjama with your tears, “my Bunny.”

He is here. He is still here. He is here. 

You sob, convulsing in a shake as you squeeze yourself even closer. You never want to let go again. 

"___?" 

Jungkook's sleepy voice forces you to lift your head. He looked tired at first but becomes visibly worried when he sees the state of your face. 

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he gasps, flipping to his side to look at you better. He cups your cheek, working tirelessly to dry your tears. 

"Jun-Jungkook", you stutter and sob loudly, "Jungkook." 

"Hey, I'm here. What's wrong, my love?" 

"Jungkook", you bury your face in his chest, shuddering in a sob. 

Jungkook cradles you in his strong arms, rocking your bodies back and forth soothingly. He pets your hair, kissing the crown of your head over and over again. 

"It's okay. It’s okay. I'm here ___, I’m here", he whispers in a soothing voice. 

You haven’t felt that heartbroken and alone and helpless in a long time. And yet being in Jungkook's safe embrace and knowing that he still holds you with warmth in his touch and love in his voice, makes you realise that the lie in your dream hasn’t become your truth yet. And that thought calms you down, just as Jungkook's hug does. 

"J-Jungkook", you croak, hiccuping softly. 

"It's alright, I’m here. It's alright", his voice was filled with love and the distinct quiver that he always gets when he cries silently. 

Knowing that he still cries when you cry gives you so much reassurance. So he still loves you. 

"Jungkook I love you", you say with a quivering lower lip, "I love you so much." 

"Oh ___", he exhales shakily, "I love you too. So much." 

You hug him tighter, trying your hardest to regulate your breathing. It becomes an easy task now that Jungkook's familiar scent is cradling you gently. He is still here. It was just a dream and he is still here.

"What happened, my love?" Jungkook asks. 

"Bad dream." 

"Oh no", he gives you a squeeze and kisses your hair, "do you want to share it with me?" 

You lift your head, tearing up the instant you look into his teary eyes. 

"It was s-so terrible", you begin, hiccuping for air every now and then, "t-there was a reporter who, who found out about my past and-" 

You sob. 

Jungkook cries harder and kisses your forehead. 

"-and she wrote an article about me a-and people began to be really mean to me." 

"Oh no, ___ that sounds so terrible", he says and hugs you. 

"But there is, is more." 

"Oh no." 

Your eyes lock. 

"Your reputation became bad because of me a-and all your business partners started to leave you and then y-you couldn’t take it anymore and-"

You sob loudly, convulsing in pain. 

"___", Jungkook whispers shakily, crying with you. Nothing hurts him more than seeing you in pain. 

"-you broke up with me", you choke out before breaking down completely. The wounds feel so fresh, the pain sits so deep, the memory of his cold eyes is as clear as day. It hurts so much. 

"No, oh my god ___, no", Jungkook hugs you so tightly that it becomes hard to breathe, "I would never break up with you. Never ever." 

"Thank you, oh Jungkook, I love you so much. I love you so, so much." 

"I love you too ___. I really, really do." 

For quite some time you cry, seeking comfort in Jungkook's chest. And in return for quite some time Jungkook cries, seeking comfort in your arms. 

Once you lift your head again, the clock shows the beginning of a new hour and Jungkook's features carry exhaustion. You felt exhausted yourself. You had slumbered deeply before the nightmare woke you and didn’t get enough sleep yet. Jungkook did so too, veins still filled with all those helpful sleepy hormones which are currently trying to get him to sleep again. 

And yet neither dares to leave the other in consciousness. So you look at each other, thanking the universe for gifting you with such a perfect partner.

"Why did you dream of something like that? Was it because of yesterday?" Jungkook asks, tracing your features with his fingertips.

You and Jungkook had a small fight last night. It wasn’t even worth mentioning. Just some couple bickering as a result of miscommunication. Basically you and Jungkook had watched a movie when you became tired. So you told Jungkook that you and him should go to bed instead and Jungkook agreed. You shimmied under the blanket with the intent of sleeping while Jungkook shimmied under the blanket with the intent of finishing the movie in bed. You, cranky in tiredness, told him to stop and be quiet. And Jungkook, sensitive in tiredness, saw your words as an attack. So fighting happened. You wanted to convince Jungkook that you weren’t trying to attack him while Jungkook insisted that your words were mean. It ended with you flipping over with a mumbled "whatever, sorry they were mean" before dozing off and Jungkook flipping over with a frown on his face and his brain being sure that you didn’t mean the apology.

But it wasn’t even worth mentioning anymore. It was just a normal and silly couple fight and it was already forgotten.

"It wasn’t because of yesterday", you say and lower your eyes, "I guess, I’m just scared." 

"Scared of what?" 

"What people will think of me now that you really made us official." 

Jungkook confirmed his relationship with you in a business interview he did. In it he called you his girlfriend, his partner for life and his everything. Up until now the reactions were beyond positive (ignoring the few heartbroken ladies who had hoped for a chance with him and who are calling you a man thief now, but those comments made you chuckle because you indeed snatched the biggest treasure as your man). 

"Well, first of all. Fuck other people because ninety nine percent are complete brainless idiots. And second of all. I would never leave you over some mean online comments." 

"Yeah but what if my past gets exposed? What if you'll lose your business because of me?"

"This isn’t going to happen, trust me." 

"How are so sure?" 

Jungkook cups your cheek, "because information like that has huge blackmail material and knowing how corrupt our country's reporters are, they would knock on our door first before even opening their document." 

"I don't understand." 

"They would come to us, begging for money in exchange for keeping quiet and if they do, my team of lawyers is just one phone call away." 

He brushes his thumb over your cheekbone and smiles tiredly. 

"I'll protect you ___, my lawyers will take care of it and you don’t have to worry. I promise, it was just a bad dream."

"Really?" 

"Yes, really." 

You exhale in relief, touching his face. 

"I adore you so much Jeon Jungkook." 

He blushes.

"I adore you too." 

You feel your cheeks heat up and your gaze lower. You scoot closer, hiding the rest of the world from your view with his chest. 

"Can you please hold me?" you ask shyly. It is not often that you ask to be held, so the request makes you nervous beyond belief. 

"Of course. I'll hold you so, so well", he promises you, closing his arms around you in a safe embrace.

“Thank you so much Jungkook.”

“Don’t thank me, I love holding you.”

“Not just that, but for everything.”

“Everything”, he repeats. 

“Thank you for loving me, I know I’m being very overdramatic right now, but fuck”, you exhale shakily, “seeing you stare at me with cold eyes in my dream just made me realise how priviledged I am to be loved by you. I’ll never take it for granted.” 

Jungkook sniffles, burying his nose in your hair. 

“Don’t say that, I’m the privileged one. I’m this successful, commanding CEO to society but when I’m with you I can be a big softie idiot. I don’t have this with anyone else.”

You laugh softly. 

“You’re not an idiot, just a stupid noodle.”

Jungkook giggles. 

“Even better. I love being your stupid noodle.” 

“Yeah? And I love snacking on that noodle.”

“Oh my god ___ ew no, that was the worst joke you ever made”, he says in a laugh. 

You laugh, nuzzling your nose into his chest.  

Jungkook sighs happily and tightens his arms around you. 

“Try to sleep now, my love. I won’t go anywhere”, he whispers. 

You nod your head, allowing the drowsiness in your brain to take over. It was just a dream. Jungkook is here and he loves you.

[iamaslutforcoffee]

4819 Cherry Lane Chapter Three

Warning:

This chapter will contain sexually influenced themes, and smut (fingerings, oral-female receiving, pnv) mentioned as well as mentions of alcohol. If this is something you'd rather not read or you are a minor please skip! Thank you for understanding!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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"So, what are you dressing up as for tonight?" Robin asked, watching Sage do her hair in her bathroom mirror.

"I guess Laura Croft? I always do something goth or sexy or a mix of both" Sage replied, finishing braids.

"Besides, you're literally dressed as a sexy baseball player its not like I had much of an option. "

Robin walked over to Sage's bed, examining the carefully planned look.

Holding up the shirts, she looked right back at Sage.

"You do realize how short these are right?"

Sage smiled, peaking her head out the door.

"That's the point, Robin. "

The pair laughed, Robin dropping the shorts on the bed and sitting against the pillows.

"Maybe.. maybe tonight I'll finally have the courage to talk to Vicky.."

Sage snickered, her hands on her hips as she completed the make-up.

She walked over to the bed, getting into in incredibly sexy attire for the night and putting her tube socks and combat boots on.

"Yeah, tell her how bad you want her to sit on your face.." Sage whispered much to the displeasure of Robin.

She threw a pillow at her, aiming for the head which infact connected.

"Sage! Don't be gross! Or ill tell Hargrove about your dirty little dream about him!" Robin mused, Sage's face turning cold and void of emotion.

"You wouldn't dare!"Sage almost whispered and yelled if that was at all possible.

"True, but its still fun watching the fear in your eyes" Sage spoke, giggling as she went.

Halloween was Sage's favorite holiday, and while she wanted to just stay in and watch scary movies, she knew Robin would be going out getting drunk and needed a sober ride home. So in your mind if you're going to a party, might as well dress up.

"Does he always do that" Robins voice appeared and Sage automatically knew who she was talking about. Walking over to the open balcony doors she put her hands against the frame and looked at Billy's half naked frame and stared him down.

"You know, most stalkers try to not be obvious, Hargrove"

He flashed a quick smile, running his tounge over his teeth and those gorgeous electric blue eyes meeting hers.

"Might put a cam in your teddy bear later on, maybe I wanna watch you scream my name later" he replied, her face scrounging up in a disgusting manner.

"Billy, it'll be a cold day in hell before that happens" she spoke. Finally shutting the doors she felt a familar twinge in her body, her dog immediately coming to her side.

"Sage, are you ok?" Robin asked, noticing a sudden change in Sage's demeanor.

Before she could answer, Sage felt herself slip away into another "siezure".

All she could see what the same images from before, her and Billy caught in a intimate setting. Hearing him moan, his face distorted in complete pleasure. Her's in the same likeness, calling out his name. Calling him daddy.

Soon after she woke up, Robin holding her head in her lap.

"This one was quick. Are you sure you want to come with?" Robin asked, studying Sage's features.

She knodded, simply sitting up and redoing her braids.

"Of course. Who's going to stop you from trying to get in everyone's pants?"

~~

As Robin and Sage pulled up to the party at Steve's, Sage started to feel out of place already. The car was parked, and Sage stepped out. Lighting a cigarette and inhaling the smoke she leaned her head against the hood of Robin's beat up car and laughed.

Already there was a mass amount of people there, and it was only 10pm. Cars everywhere, couple people passed out in the yard. Loud music coming from inside and the stench of marijuana filled the air. This was completely out of her element, and she was nervous.

"Whats so funny?" She heard from besides her.

"This. I'm dressed up to go to a party I technically never wanted to go to!" She looked at Robin who only shrugged and walked inside.

"Fuckin' only Robin.."she thought to herself and stamped out her cigarette, walking inside.

As she wafted through the bodies of her classmates and she was sure of a rival schools, she finally made her way to the kitchen and found the alcohol. Next to the punch bowl stood Nancy and Robin and she thanked her stars that she found someone she socialized with for the time being.

"What the HELL is this shit?" She asked the two, sniffing what ever was in the cup Nancy handed her.

Some kid in a toda passed by, and looked at Sage.

"It's Pure Fuel!!" And he continued on. Sage chuckled, taking a drink and instantly regretting it.

"Pure fucking fuel alright, this shit is dangerous" Robin spoke, and they all agreed. Sage finished her small cup and grabbed herself water deciding that it was her only drink of the night, again as she had to drive Buckley home.

As the party went on Sage felt pretty out of place and like the walls were caving in on her, so she made her way outside to the pool area. Once she finally felt the semi-breeze of the cool air she actually could breathe and continued to drink her water.

That was part of the reason she liked solitude, she didn't like to have panic attacks and freak out infront of people. Those triggered her visions, and for obvious reasons she didn't want to spook the party goers.

Towards the pool, she noticed people cheering on some figure upside down on the keg doing a stand.

"39! 40! 41! 42! We have a new keg kkiinngg!" You heard Tommy scream, everyone cheering.

"That's how you do it Hawkins! Thats how you fuckin' do it!" She heard amongst the crowd, no doubtly knowing already who it was.

Once she came into contact with the usual suspects of her displeasure, her head went to the side.

There Billy was, his curls plastered to his forehead and sweat glistening down his shirtless chest.

"Some kind of Danny you are, Hargrove" she spoke, his attention focused on her.

He smoked a bit of his cigarette, blowing the smoke in her face. She coughed, and pushed him away.

Of course he smiled, his tounge running over his teeth. Sage tried not to stare at the motion, instead looking down at her feet.

"And what are you supposed to be?" His deep voice boomed, and she shook her head laughing.

"You're worst fuckin' nightmare, Hargrove."

She walked away smiling, deciding that she'd walk up to office of the house knowing good and well no one else was there and she could actually relax in the quiet.

As she brushed passed the many dancing and drunk bodies of her peers she finally reached the office and tried opening the door. Upon realizing that it was instead locked, she grabbed a random ID she found and managed to Jimmy the lock open.

Once the door was open and Sage managed to get inside, she shut the door and opened the window, letting herself finally get fresh air without the feeling of getting restricted by other bodies. Truth be told she was starting to feel like she was going to have a panic attack before she made it inside and she was greatful she made it in there on time.

As time went on, she heard rustling go on in the connected bathroom, being slightly curious she tried to listen in.

"This is bullshit, Steve!" She heard Nancy cry out, Steve blabbering on about what ever.

Sage shook her head and walked away, sitting on the window sill watching the party go on. People were in the yard passed out, a couple people were throwing up. The usual fuckery that was to be expected. 

(Play the song when instructed for added pizazz!)

As Sage continued on sitting she lit up a cigarette, inhaling the smoke and breathing. She was finally calm enough to get back down to try enjoying the night.

She threw her cigarette out, noticing it landed in Tina's hair who was down below arguing with Tommy over something.

"Score!" She smiled, listening to the screams of Tina and laughed. She made her way out of the room and noticed Steve there at the same time, shaking his head.

"How you doing there, partner?" She asked, trying to make light.

He shook his head with a look of hurt and confused on his face.

"I uh.. I don't know" he replied, running a hand through his hair.

"What do you mean you don't know? " Sage asked, kinda confused.

"We broke up.. Nancy and I. We uh.. we brokecup." He spoke, looking at Sage.

Thats when it kinda hit her that the situation she listened in on was them breaking up. She knodded, pulling Steve forward for a hug.

"It will be ok, Harrington. I promise." She tried being nurturing. To her disadvantage though it didn't work.

(Start the song)

Out of no where, the pair heard yelling.

"COPS!!" Someone hollered, and bodies started bolting.

"Fuck! Sage you gotta get out of here quick!" Steve yelled, scrambling to find a way out himself.

"Robin brought me here i have to find her!" She yelled, trying to find her friend in the mass of bodies.

"Just run! Dont stop till you hit two blocks!" Steve urged her and she sighed, finally taking his word and hauling ass. She got outside and tried looking around more for Robin, seeing red and blue lights flashing.

"Fuck.." she thought outloud and just booked it. She made it a block before she heard the familar roar of a engine behind her, and she turned to look.

"Get in" Billy yelled, his blue camaro hauling to a stop.

"Id rather shit in my hands and clap, Hargrove!" She spoke, staring him down.

"Listen, Sage. As much as I love your fucking sarcastic bitch of a mouth I'm tryin' to help you here. Get the fuck in!" He yelled, his blue eyes storming and peering right back at her.

She finly gave up and got in his car, slamming the door shut.

He sped off and took the back roads back to their houses.

"Where's your date then? She didn't blow you and you left her to get caught?" Sage asked, folding a leg underneath her.

He laughed, knodding in agreement with Sage. As she realized she was right she made a disgusted face and shook her head.

"You know, you really are turning into the towns bicycle. Everyone's getting a ride" she spoke, looking out the window at the trees passing by.

"Just waiting for you to ride me, baby." He spoke, looking back at her and tapping the steering wheel.

"Your a sick fuck, ya know that?" She looked at him, her temper starting to raise. She didn't understand how he so quickly could get a rise out of her. Most of the time it was the cockiness he had about himself that made her sick. Then it was the fact he had a new girl on his arm what felt like every day, let alone every week. Really she didn't enjoy the fact he sat there and sprayed so much hair spray in his hair in the morning she was sure if she lit a match next to him he would combust into flames, that of which she imagined frequently.

"I like a quick fuck, what can I say." He spoke, pulling onto their street.

"Just amazes me what everyone thinks of you. You really aren't much better than what we have here." She spoke, getting out of the car as soon as it parked in his driveway. He followed suit, resting his arms on the hood of the car and staring at her.

"Oh, and you think you're all sunshine and rainbows? Wanna know what everyone thinks about you?" He asked, his energy starting to match her own.

She smiled, also resting her arms on the hood of the car.

"Oh, do tell Billy. Is the fact i'm a royal bitch? Or is that I'm socially depressed because all these other dumb fucks, you included, just wanna talk about who their fucking and some stupid band they know nothing about? Oo, oo! I know! Let's bring up the fact my parents are disgustingly rich and I refuse to act like it? Mmm, maybe, just maybe its because of the fact that unlike you, I don't want to be the California dream people have!" She spoke, venom dripping from her words and her body heat rising. Billy laughed, pounding a fist on the hood of his camero and point a finger at her.

"Atleast you admit it. But don't forget the part where you're such a stuck up bitch, that people are convinced you'll be a fucking nun by the time you graduate if you don't get fucked!" He seethed back.

Yup, his energy matched hers.

Sage finally had met her match and was pretty pleased at that point.

"Look at you, Hargrove. Caring what other people think of me. How sweet. " she spoke, undoing the braids in her hair and deciding to just throw it up in a bun. She had a feeling she was going to hit him and wanted to be prepared just in case.

He reared the car with a quickness, pushing her against the passenger door and grasping her hips hard enough Sage was sure would leave bruises.

"That's only because you, are the ONLY person I haven't seen fawn over me. You are the only one who's been a dick right back to me and if were being honest, Delaney, it fucking gets me hard. So hard most nights I imagine what those pretty pink lips between your hips would feel like wrapped around me" he said, low enough just for the two of them to hear.

To say that it turned her on would be a light statement, because if the weather was predicted on how turned on she was the forecast would call for serious rainfall. Her legs screwed together, fearful that it was obvious of the damage he dealt to her at that point.

If there was anything Sage loved, it was someone doing the same thing that Billy was doing. Which was just simply matching the energy she put out.

Billy wedged a knee in between her legs, resting it right against her shorts clad pussy.

"Fuck You, Billy." She spoke, the anger evidently showing in her eyes that were pierced to his. During this time she noticed exactly how bright his eyes really were, and that he had a decent sized scar in his left brow.

He smiled, his tounge running over his bottom lip and he instinctively got closer to her, their lips a meat centimeters apart.

"I've been planning on that." He replied. His hands cupped her face, and his lips danced on hers ever so slightly. Sage felt the hard exterior she worked so hard for come falling down, and over one so small but petty argument.

"Tell me you don't want it" he spoke, looking directly at her.

"Id be lying.." she spoke softly, her arms rising to cross behind his head and her hands playing with his blonde curls at the base of his neck.

At that moment, Billy scoffed and his lips crashed against hers.

As their lips synced together so expertly, she felt like she was hit by a train that pulled all the air out of her lungs. Billy's reputation was true, at least so far. The man knew what he was doing. His tounge danced around her bottom lip and begged for entrance, and she gladly accepted. Their tounges danced for what felt like hours, fighting for dominance and she let him win once he picked her up by her thighs, she wrapped her legs tightly around him out of what felt like normalcy. After awhile of a heated make-out session, they pulled away from eachother gasping for breath.

"Yours or mine, baby girl?" He asked, knodding towards their own respective homes. She giggled, knodding towards his.

"Mine it is. Jump down." He spoke and she listened, unlatching her legs from the vice grip around his waist. He grabbed her hand and took the lead, walking into the Hargrove home.

Once inside he lead her upstairs to his room, opening the door and leading her in.

His room smelt like what she would imagine Billy Hargrove's room smelt like, cigarettes, weed. Earthy. It was both pleasant and distracting all at once. His room was relatively clean, other than posters haphazardly tacked to the walls.

She made a mental note to some how fix those later if she had a chance.

After he shut the door and made sure it was locked, he turned towards Sage who now sat on his bed.

"Are you sure you want this? Cause I'm only asking one time and it'll be your only way out." He asked, sauntering towards her. His voice was so dangerously low and eyes deepend in color.

She knodded. She may regret the choice later but right now she needed to feel something like, anything.

He smirked, grabbing a clean shirt from his closet and throwing it towards her.

"Uh.. care to explain the apparent laundry kink?" She asked, looking at him puzzled.

"Unless you want to stay half naked and cold, you'll need it later. " he replied, walking back towards her and inbetween her legs.

"I'm not half naked?" She replied, looking at him.

He wrapped his hand around the base of her throat, smiling.

"You will be, baby."

His lips continued their assault on her own, this time with alittle more gentle care but still with urgency.

His other hand crept up her body, feeling every bone in her rib cage and pausing at the mound of flesh on her chest.

"Is this your favorite shirt?" He asked, his lips still connected to hers.

"No." She simply responded, stealing in kisses from him as they spoke.

"Good." He said flatly, his hands making way to the curve of the shirt and ripping it right down the middle putting her breasts on full display for him. Instantly at the sensation of cold air she felt her nipples perk up, much to the amusement of Billy.

He moved from her lips, down to her jaw and neck peppering light but fevered kisses along the way. His soft lips made their own way to her collarbone, leaving kisses on either side roughly and feverishly. He palmed both of her tits, rubbing them both and giving each nipple attention. It elicited a almost sinful moan from Sage, who almost immediately arched her back, rising up her dampening middle to meet Billy's crotch. Even though there was four layers of fabric and material between the two of them she could still feel the hardening of his cock and it made her think of how he'd feel buried inside of her, making her scream his name.

He made his way from her collarbones to the valley between her breasts, and onto her left nipple. Her hands almost immediately shot to his hair, wrapping her her perfectly done nails through his curls and grasping at the base of his neck tenderly. He smiled through his minstrations on her, earning her a light bite on her peaked nipple. She moaned, pulling his hair slightly.

As he pulled away from the tiny bud, a loud pop coming from such action. The skin started to slightly swell and bruise much to Sage's discomfort and Billy's pleasure.

"Told you that you'd need a new shirt" he spoke quickly, following the same actions on her right nipple and breast.

She moaned lightly, trying to not alert of anyone in the house.

His hand made their way down her stomach and stopping right at the button of her shorts and he looked up at her, desperation in his eyes.

"Quit fuckin' stalling, Billy." She spoke gently. He smiled at her, shaking his head.

He unbuttoned her shorts and hooked his fingers in the black loops, pulling the pair off with her panties in the process.

"Fuck..." he whispered, his blue eyes looking down at her in all her glory.  If Sage knew anything, it was that she knew he was as hard as a rock just looking at her. It wasn't that she was cocky about herself, it was that she was extremely confident. She felt like she had to be atleast. 

He pulled himself up between her legs and leaned down to kiss her, his hand slightly wrapped around the base of her throat. She moaned, loving that feeling of being restricted of air and then him restricting her further.

"Last chance, Delaney. There's no backing out after this.." he spoke, kissing back down her body all the way to her waist.

"Fuck off, Hargrove" she seethed, laying her head down under his pillows.

He pushed he legs open farther, kissing down just right above her clit.

He smiled, watching her writh and move and he never even touched her yet.

"Wanna know my favorite thing?" He asked, kissing her thighs and everywhere else besides where she needed him.

"Fuck! Billy seriously?" She sat back up absolutely pissed. So close to her center and he decided at the worst times to have a conversation with her.

"Its the way you move and run away when I haven't even eaten your pretty little pussy yet" he said finally, licking a long stripe from her entrance to her clit. She fell back and let out a whispy moan, much to his enjoyment.

"Its the way your so fucking wet and I haven't even touched you yet." He mumbled, continuing his torture.

She withered and moaned under his minstrations, not believing herself for the smallest second that she gave in this easily to someone, let alone Billy Hargrove. But it was something about those eyes..

He focused on sucking her clit and edged his finger on the outside of her pussy just to tease her.

"Billy...mm..please." she begged. She could feel the build up of a orgasm but it wasn't quite catching.

"Please what, baby?" He asked, focusing his attention back onto her clit and circling small little figure eights on it. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter, knowing that she was going to cum soon.

"F-fuck! I-i need more. Please Billy I need more" she begged, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. He simply smiled, reaching his hand up to her mouth.

"Open wide, baby" he spoke. She obliged opening her kissed out and slightly bruised mouth, taking in his ring and middle fingers.

"Suck" he simply stated. She did so, adding in her own little bit of torture to the equation that she knew for certain would drive him wild. She grabbed his hair with one hand, slightly tugging.

Then with her unoccupied one grabbing his fingers and sucking on them wishing it was his cock instead.

He moaned while she did this, and continued to fuck her hole with his tounge. She let go of his now soaked fingers with an obscene popping sound following, and he felt himself turn almost feral.

He couldn't help but wonder.. where exactly did this girl come from? Cause they certainly couldn't do this back home in California. Nor here in Hawkins either.

He then lined those very same fingers up with her entrance and slowly slid them in, bottoming out fairly quick.

"Awh, look baby. Your taking me so well already!" He spoke while fingering her, her hips starting to rise off the bed and her core begging for some kind of relief. He smiled and pulled her close with his free hand, and started viciously eating her pussy like his life depended on it while his fingers curled to hit the soft spongey part of her pussy.

Soon enough Sage felt herself beginning to see stars and knew that she was going to cum.

"F..fuck. Billy! Billy m'close..." she moaned loudly, earning her a reward of him going impossibly faster.

A few more strokes against her g spot and she felt the coil that was tightening in her belly snap, her orgasm washing over her quickly and ruthlessly.

Truth be told she had never came that hard.

Billy moaned, still eating her pussy but quickly removed his fingers and holding her down by her hips. He helped her ride her high out, making sure he payed attention to cleaning her cum off her pretty pussy.

After he was satisfied with his work he stood up, watching her. Her chest was falling and rising rapidly, she was out of breath and her legs were screwed together at the knee. She was art, and he swore he was an artist.

She sat up and looked at him. His eyes still looked like storms, her slick glistening against his face and his beautiful hair was plastered against his forehead. He might have been drunk before, but he was definitely sober and knowing what he wanted now.

"On your knees, baby" he spoke, palming himself through his jeans. She couldn't see exactly what he was working with, but she could tell it wasn't anything she was used to. The very thought made her wetter, and she didn't think that was possible.

She immediately got on her knees, staring back up at him.

"Since you were such a good little girl and made a mess that I like, I think we can reward you. What do you think?" He asked, looking down at her. She knodded, grabbing the buckle at his belt.

"Ah, I said what do you think? Use your words baby" he spoke, grabbing her chin and forcing her to turn her attention at his words rather than his cock.

"I think I deserve a reward" she spoke shyly. She wasnt exactly submissive in sexual situations, but she wasn't vanilla either. She was both, a happy medium. It wasn't that she was scared to be with a hard-core dom, its just that she didn't ever meet anyone who could do what she wanted to try sexually and she felt repressed.

"Good girl. Go on" he spoke and she eagerly unbuckled his belt and pants, tugging them down along with his boxers. His cock sprung free and she felt like she was a kid on Christmas opening the one gift that was left. He was big as she presumed. If she had to guess, a good 8 in a half inches, deep veins running the sides and meeting at a mound of perfectly taken care of hair at the base of him. She smiled, moaning ever so slightly as she wrapped her hands around him, pumping him slowly and surely. He moaned under her touch, his head falling back and mouth opened while she worked.

She licked him from his balls all the way to his redish pink tip, making sure to lick the precum dripping from it. She wrapped her mouth around him at the top guarding her teeth from scrapping him. She started to suck, and slowly.

Billy let out a low and guttural moan, wrapping his hand around her hair and assisting her in pumping her head up and down his length.

"Fuck baby.. your going to be the fucking death of me.." he spoke, his mouth curled into a smile.

Sage moaned in response, continuing to suck him at her own pace and leisure. Truth be told, she loved this kind of shit. Where she was in control, and held the world in her own hands.

She hollowed her cheeks and kept sucking, wrapping her hand around what ever part she didn't get to just yet.

The sounds coming from her sucking him off were just enough to get her really going, with her trying to reach her clit to to have some kind of friction.

Billy noticed this and smiled, grabbing her hair hard.

"You really like this shit don't you?" He asked, she moaned and bobbed in response.

He smiled watching his girl absolutely suck the soul out of him, and when he thought it couldn't get any better she sucked all of him in, her nose touching his public hair at the base.

With a sharp intake of breath he let out a breathy moan, quickly looking down and watching her.

Involuntarily he started bucking his hips and fucked her face, watching the drool seep down from the corners of her mouth and the noises...oh the noises..

She could feel him ready to cum, his balls starting to tighten up in her hand and his relentless thrusting in her mouth starting to get sloppy.

Soon after she felt him shudder, his hot release coating her throat and tounge like a much needed release.

"Open" he commanded, pulling her hair back and she smiled, opening her mouth.

He seen that she pretty much swallowed all of his cum and at that moment he felt like he was in utter and absolute love, he found his diamond in the rough.

"Good girl" he moaned, kissing her as he picked her up by her waist and layed her down on the bed.

He opened her legs once more, placing himself inbetween and her watching him eagerly, covering herself out of instict. Somehow Billy was still hard, and she knew she was in deep shit at this point.

He rubbed himself between her folds, collecting her slick as lube and rubbing himself at her clit. She moaned loudly, the feeling almost euphoric as he teased her. He positioned himself at her entrance, wrapping a hand around her throat and restricting her ever so slightly.

He pushed himself in, the both of them moaning. She felt like velvet, and he was lost for words.

"F-fuck! You are so fucking tight!" He gasped, bottoming out.

She mewled with the feeling of him filling her up past what she could have possibly taken and the feeling of him almost splitting her in half turned her own more than she imagined.

He stilled just for a moment to study her reaction, taking in every bit of her that he could.

"You..you can move Billy I'm ok." She spoke softly looking at him through invisible rose colored glasses.

He took her word for it and started thrusting into her, the sounds she made motivated him.

Each snap of his hips against hers earned a blissful moan, and she bit her hand trying to keep quiet if she even knew what the word meant.

He pulled her hand from her mouth, locking them down.

"S'no one's here... its just us. " he moaned, and she knodded. He took the initiative to put her legs against his chest and lifted her up, starting to hit her cervix at a new angle and earning a almost porn star-esque moan from her.

She felt the familar coil tightening up in her lower stomach, and instantly reached down to rub her sensitive clit. Billy took notice and replaced her hand with his own, rubbing her clit with soft figure eights. Each touch sent her closer to the edge and when she finally leaped, the coil broke and her second orgasm of the night washed over her body.

Billy groaned, the feeling of her clenching around his thick cock almost was dizzying him. He kept rutting against her through her second O of the night, and he wanted to reach her third.

He pulled out of her much to her disapproval and she groaned.

"Get on all fours. Put that pretty little ass in the air" he demanded and she obliged. At that moment, in that position, she looked beautifully fucked out. Her hair sprawled over her back, drool coming out of her mouth. Her pussy was on full display and was sopping wet. He rubbed his tip against her folds again, earning more moans from her. When he was satisfied enough he pushed himself in without warning and started ruthlessly fucking her again.

This angle and feeling to her was pure heaven and Billy was more than willing to give her a taste. His hips snapped against her, hands fixed onto her hips and one grabbing her hair and tugging while he fucked her into the next week. He was chasing his own high and she was just along for the ride.

Soon enough, she felt the onslaught of a third orgasm, her ass bucking back against Billy and enjoying the anger he was taking out on her.

She couldn't see him very well, but he was focused, his brows knitted together and watching as his cock slid in and out of her and watched as she continously had a ring of cream on him. He took his thumb and wiped some of it off, and rubbed the perfect matching hole above her already filled pussy, earning a euphoric moan from her.

"B-billy! Please i can't take anymore!" She moaned out, still fucking him right back.

"What? You want me to stick it into your perfect ass too?" He asked, still rubbing away at the tight hole. She only moaned in response and he took it as a yes. Slowly inserting it she gasped and practically gripped him instantly, moaning as he did. His thumb was filling another end of her up and she couldn't take anymore, her final orgasm ripping through her.

Billy's was approaching him quickly, and he continued fucking despite her being completely fucked out. He decided she was his little toy, his perfect little fuck doll to enjoy when ever he felt the need.

He soon came, spilling himself inside of her and smiled. He leaned down and kissed her back, she sat there and giggled.

"Did you just fuckin' giggle?" He asked, slightly laughing.

"Yeah. I did. You didn't seem like the affectionate type to do the whole back kissing thing" she replied twisting just enough to look at him. He shook his head smiling, and gently pulled himself out.

"Yeah I didn't peg you as a squirter but you did three times so.." he replied, grabbing a random t shirt and cleaned her up enough.

"I squirted? Hm. Theres a first time for everything I guess" she replied, sitting up. He pointed towards a door, looking at her.

"My bathrooms right through there if you want to shower real quick." She simply knodded, getting up gingerly and walking towards it slowly. Her legs felt like jelly and she didn't want to push it. He followed her, turning the shower on and letting her in.

"I'll be in soon, im just gonna clean up real quick baby" he spoke and she smiled, the warm water settling over her. He pulled her in for a quick kiss and got to cleaning up.

As Sage washed herself she couldn't help but feel a small part of her heart warm but also break. Because her initial vision of him was true. They did fuck. But she couldn't help but feel uneasy as she didn't know what was to follow.

[necros-writing-stuff]

Nah i'll happily be Darius' golden niece, like imagine this, you used to be a tomboy rough and tumble kid that prob ate dirt. Buf after your parents sent you to love with Uncle Darius you came back all preppy and obedient, you wore noth8ng my skirts and dresses, and when it seened like you enjoyed being a wife to Uncle Darius, no natter how he treated you

This is one of the concepts I had in my head when first creating Darius. And then as soon as he was created, he stopped listening to what I want for him and became the ultimate garbage man, here to hate and fuck. Sometimes at the same time.

But Darius would walk a fine line between encouraging femininity and wanting to keep your tomboy-ishness at the same time. Because he loves going camping, he loves going fishing, and having you come along to keep him company during his trips is great. He'd much rather have you preparing the fought he caught and cooking it for him than having to do it himself. He'd much rather have you on top of him, riding him till your legs can't go anymore than use his hand.

It's safer too, to have you with him rather than leaving you at home. You could get any stupid idea in your head if you're left alone for a weekend. Like leaving. Or cheating on him like she did.

So he encourages some aspects of the tomboyishness to stay, but definitely wants you to fill an effeminate role and bend to his will whenever he wishes.

In the case of his darling niece? As soon as your parents voice that you're becoming a brat, that you're unpleasant to have in the home, he offers to take you on as his ward and wip you into shape. He's had his eye on you recently, and with the threat of you leaving town to go to uni, he's worried he'll never have his chance. But your father allows you to move in with Darius for the summer, and he feels a sense of victory in his chest.

You move in expecting it to be fun times, because its uncle Darius! He always takes you out to do fun things! He's your favourite family member. Your hopes and dreams are dashed when he demands you only wear skirts and dresses. When he makes you cook his meals, keep his house clean and greet him back from work with a kiss on his cheek.

It's annoying, but it doesn't raise alarm bells until he tells you that you're not allowed underwear anymore. Your future husband should have easy access to what he needs from you, and your panties are a barrier. You need to get used to not having them.

You're not allowed a phone, and he takes his with him when he leaves, so you can't call your parents and complain that he's being creepy. Darius' computer has a password on it that you can't guess, so that's out of the equation. The neighbours won't even look at you, and they live far away. You're alone. Alone with a monster that you used to respect.

And you feel disgusted in yourself. Because it's nice. The way he pulls you into his lap when watching TV. The way he plays with your hair and places small kisses on your cheeks. He's a handsome man. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? If you just let him have his way? It would only be the two of you that would know.

Your parents come for a visit half way through your stay. You'd forgotten how much you hated them. How they belittle you and comment on your insecurities. But Darius stands up for you. He comments on how polite you've been, how wonderful the meal you've made is. How disrespectful your parents are to comment on one hair out of place when you've been rushing about to make things perfect.

He makes them leave early. Pulls you into his lap again as you cry and let out how you hate them, how you do everything you can to make them proud but they only ever care about how you look.

That's when things go further than they have before. When he kisses you, whispering how you look perfect to him. About how he's going to take you on a trip as a reward for being so good. You'll get to wear your pants for the trip. You'll get to get dirty and run around like a wild animal. It's a treat, afterall.

You let his hand trail up your thigh. You let it come between your legs and tease you. You whimper when he pulls it away to undo his fly. You nearly scream when he pulls you onto his cock, the thickness of it too much for the little preparation you've had. But you let him do what he wants. Because he's the only one that has been kind to you. And you love him. You love all of this - the attention he pays to you, the praise, the lack of invasiveness.

Darius never burst into your room to inspect it. He never cornered you, forcing you to tell him why you looked sad. Yes, he spanked you when you talked back, but you deserved it then. You... liked it.

You don't care that he's your uncle. Maybe you did once, but not anymore. You only care about how good it feels to be loved genuinely for once. So you bury your face into his neck as he bounces you up and down, taking in the scent of him. That deep, rich scent that has hints of pine.

This is where you belong. You don't have to try so hard to just exist in peace here. You can just relax. Follow orders. Let your dear uncle use your pussy when he needs to. You like when he does that. You like when he fills you up and makes you wobble around the house on shaky legs after.

You feel pretty. You feel smart. You feel all of those things your parents told you that you weren't. And it's all because of uncle Darius.

When summer is over and your parents demand to see you again, they still have something to say. But you don't care this time. Because you're officially moving out, into uncle Darius' home. You don't have to see them apart from on holidays.

There's a moment when you're leaving when your skirt gets caught on something and you end up flashing the room a tiny bit before you catch yourself. Your mother was looking away, but your father saw. There was a look exchanged right then and there, between him and Darius. A hint of recognition in your father's eyes about what has been happening. A look challenging him to say anything from Darius.

And he doesn't. Because your father, Marcus Radner, has always idolised his big brother. He's always made excuses for his behaviour. He's always let him choose what's right or wrong. Even if it disgusts him.

When you leave, you catch your father looking upset. It's not the same anger you see in your mother's eyes. It's a man truly torn internally. But it's too late. Because you've made your decision. You're happy now.

[bay-did-nothing-wrong]

Tell All (Donatello x Reader)

Synopsis: Don and the Reader had been hiding their relationship from his family but they decide its finally time to come clean.

Genre: Fluff mostly, some crack, literally one sex pun

Word count: 1946

Soft.

So soft.

Wasn't his skin supposed to be rougher all together? How were his lips so soft and smooth then? Just another mystery.

Your mouths split with a tiny wet sound, but neither of you was in a rush to go anywhere.

But you should have been.

"Dinner's ready!" came Mikey's energetic shout from somewhere withing the lair. Probably the kitchen.

A soft longing sigh left your lips, and you felt a warm current of air hit your face - Don felt the same.

"We should go." you state, convincing yourself as much as him.

"Do we have to?" he whined breathlessly.

Yes, yes, you did. And he knew that. You both did. Otherwise his brothers and his very observant father will notice you're acting suspicious. They'll probably figure out he wasn't just helping you study for that AP Statistics exam. That is, if they hadn't already.

Your hands slid down his shoulders in an attempt to separate you two but instead they fell onto the top of his plastron, thumbs running softly over the last uncovered skin there, where you knew he was sensitive.

"Hmmm..." it came out as a low growl and it surrounded you on all sides. "You're not helping."

"Am I ever?"

"DONNIE! (Y/N)! DINNER!" at least Mikey stuck to the strict "No entering during study-sessions" rules. That's good to know that he can be intimidated into compliance. Or blackmailed... Point is, it worked.

Donnie's head falls in defeat, forehead leaning on yours for support.

So glad he took those goggles off. You can see more of him this way.

He sighed again, defeated - he was too smart to not figure out that at some point your behavior will raise suspicion. His head lifted back, and turned to the door.

"Coming!"

And your cheeky ass giggled at that.

"Oh, Donnie." you teased, "I haven't even started."

"Pfft. " chuckle, and a snort.

He really did like your dirty puns.

The man took your hand into his cool giant one, somehow providing comfort like no other, as he pulled you to the lab entrance. But once at the door you had to split. It's part of the arrangement.

His family shouldn't know about you.

You two decided at the early stage of your budding romance that keeping the whole thing on the down-low for a while was the smartest choice. It would prevent his brother's jealousy, it won't incite any fights, it won't change their relationship with you and you'll get to feel things out at your own pace - no pressure or prying eyes.

Just you.

But there was a list of downsides too. For one, neither of you was a great actor, Don was even shit at lying, so you'd had to take extra steps to remain as friendly-looking as possible. Then there was the trying-to-set-you-up-with-Vern thing that April was doing and every time the topic came up you could act regular-disgusted but not in-a-happy-relationship disgusted, and so would your favourite turtle. And then there was the hiding, coveting each other in the lab or in small stolen moments in the lair, and the lying about going topside to do recon or install something somewhere, the covering up - no, of course Donnie wasn't with you at your place, he must have gone somewhere else.

You were quite honestly sick of it. You were ready to tell his brothers. You were ready to tell the world.

"We should tell them." his voice was once again low, quiet as if to preserve the last few moments of the secret to yourselves.

Once again you were entirely in sync despite being vastly different.

He was a genius, you, decidedly, weren't.

He was really into sports, you weren't.

He was a 6'8 ninja turtle raised underground by a rat dad, and you obviously were not.

And yet somehow, you clicked.

"I agree."

At that point you knew that your approval would kick into gear the most destructive process in Donnie's mind - overthinking.

Your hand immediately darted out and grabbed one of his pulling it up to your lips and kissing the knuckles in reassurance.

"We'll figure it out."

But still, you had to split. Even if you did plan to tell them, there would be a time and a place for that.

"What took you so long? The lasagna got cold." Mikey was positively outraged - as much as he could be - by your lack of interest in his usually excellent cooking.

"Sorry, Mikey." you butted in, trying to save the day, "There's just something about Inferential Statistical Analysis that I can't wrap my head around." Bullshit, you knew exactly what it was and how it worked - it's part of the basics but he didn't need to know that.

"Still smells great though!" Don sounds cheerful enough even though you'd just agreed to break the fragile peace in your relationship just a minute prior. He was getting really good at the lying part. Too bad it won't be needed for much longer.

Dinner was as uneventful as it can be around five mutant ninjas. Master Splinter asked about your day, you told him about the nearing finals season and he offered some comforting words after which the conversation bounced around the rest of the family in a natural progression.

Once you were full, and once all of Mikey's delicious food had been virtually inhaled by the four giant men around you, you got up to get the dishes to the kitchen and help clean up. It was only fair, after all.

Apparently it was Ralph's turn to wash dishes and there was no wiggling out of that because Splinter said so. Well, at least you can dry them.

And dry them you did, meanwhile casual conversation about whatever kept flowing and you figured you won't be able to go back to the lab and do some more 'Statistics'.

You were just drying and putting away the last plate when a thiqq arm stretched over your head to reach a cupboard you couldn't even get to in your dreams.

Your head whipped back, eyes landing straight on some hard looking chest plates under a pair of suspenders. And then you looked up and saw Donatello, the cheeky shit, with a pop tart in his mouth and a shit-eating grin around it.

"Oops, sorry, (Y/N), didn't see you there."

Oh, I'll give you Oops, didn't see me, my ass. You'll see.

He was being unusually open about his closeness to you and that was less then an hour after you'd decided to come clean.

He was ready then.

"I was planning on checking out the meatpacking District tomorrow." Leo was going on about that idea he had to check out some building or another, Mikey was wiping down the table, and Raph was finishing up the dishes, and for once Don was just there chilling.

His treat was gone, meaning he ate it all, he seemed relaxed, his shoulders loose and shell leaning on the wall.

No time like the present.

"You guys, I'm gonna head out. I've got work tomorrow and after that I've got a study group to attend so, I should head to bed."

"You need us to walk you home?" Leo asked more out of courtesy, he knew you lived close and would usually decline.

"No, no, that's okay." you replied, looking for your bag and jacket where you'd left them near the kitchen table.

"Aaaw, you're leaving already? Well, at least you ate." Mikey quickly swept you into a hug goodbye and turned back to sorting his ingredients in the cupboards.

"Thanks to you, Mikey Steward." to which he giggled in response.

"See you tomorrow, shorty." Raph waved as he turned to get a beer from the fridge.

"Stay safe out there, okay?" Leo always the guardian, warned you for the hundredth time, again just out of courtesy.

And then you walked to where Don was leaning on the wall, took his chin in your hand and pulled him down.

Oh, shit, am I actually gonna do this!?

Your lips met, your heart pounded, the room became super hot and that wasn't just because of the brilliant piece of man-candy in your hands. You could feel their eyes but then again that was the whole point.

A loud dramatic intake of air was heard, a drop of something metallic and then silence.

Your face pulled away from him, eyes opening slightly to look at him, as your weight fell back onto your heels from standing on your tiptoes. His face had that same dazed, satisfied-yet-hungry look that he usually had whenever you'd had to break apart.

He tasted so sweet, you just had to lick your lips at the memory.

"I'll see you tomorrow." you whispered, that was all you could force out in that moment.

"See you tomorrow." his voice was as soft as yours even though his brothers could probably hear.

You fully pulled away from your man, now certain that there'd be no secrets between you and the ninja clan.

You were not an actor, you quickly got embarrassed with your performance, however brilliant it may have been, and speedily scammed to pick up your belongings and jogged outta there.

You turned one last time, because something in you said you should and what you saw was truly a sight.

All three of Don's bothers with their mouths hanging open and Splinter peeking out of the door to the dojo with his eyes like saucers and then there's Donnie - the image of peace, hands in his pockets, a soft smile on his lips, now shiny from your lip gloss, and looking you straight in the eye as you retreated.

"Bye." you shout to no one in particular and scramble for the exit.

-_-_-_-_-

Phone - charging

Alarm - set

Pajamas - on

What's missing then?

Ding!

Your phone notified you that someone was requesting your attention and you were more than happy to find out it was your man.

'Hey, Laika' Oh lord it so got you giggling like a schoolgirl when he called you that.

'Hey, Tyson' and then he told you that he loved to be compared with the biggest name in astrophysics today.

'How did it go?' you felt super bad for bailing on him but at the same time there was this relief that came with the cat being out of the bag.

'Surprisingly well. No one was mad that we kept it a secret.' well, that's good. You won't have to jeopardize your relationship with the boys. 'Dad still wants to talk to you tho'

Ah, well, that's to be expected. Even though Donnie is an adult, the were still a very tightly knit family unit so, you supposed that something like that would be a pretty big deal.

'That's fine, I'd do whatever'

'I wish I could kiss you rn'

It honestly shocked you how chill about it he was. Probably because he wasn't being grilled for information anymore, neither of you would have to lie anymore, and because he could now tell Vern to fuck right off, with no worry about how it would look.

You were so looking forward to being solely and entirely his.

'Tomorrow we start anew'

He had a point, things would change. But hopefully not between you.

'Can't wait to meet you for the first time again lol' you didn't know if you were being funny or just cheesy but it felt right.

Despite your smile, your eyes started drooping, your breaths slowing and you felt the exhaustion of the day slowly hug you like a blanket.

'Goodnight'

'Goodnight, (Y/N)'

[arcadejohn127-9]

Okay so I have a personal head cannon that demon hunters are a thing in the Obey Me World. So I wondering if you could do the brother and undatables finding out that a bunch on demon hunters kidnapped MC while they were in human world because they found out of MCs packs. Your writing is so good, honestly this is one of my favorite Obry Me accounts.

Thank you! It gives me pride for being one your favourites!

I love expanding the world of obey me and idea of hunters is one that seems realistic in a world of demons and angels and just in general, really interesting. Before I joined writing on Tumblr I was actually a Wattpad author and one my books was about a monster hunter who got in a love square with Frankenstein's monster, Dr Jekyll and Mr hyde

Never finished it but it was fun concept so any type of supernatural hunter already just wins in my department

Do I have a thing for making the demons violent and showing off a more aggressive and bloody side to them? Yes, I really do

Warning: kidnapping, gore-ish, violence, religious themes, angst, guns, mentions of torture, long

Your breathing grew heavier as the crushing feeling on your chest continued to grow, your heart slamming against your ribcage. Begging to be released from its suffocating prison. If it weren't for the lump in your throat you were sure your heart would of leapt out of it. 

your feet pounded against the street beneath you; you were running faster than you’ve ever ran before. How did it get to this situation? well, you didn't have time to reminisce but to make a long story short - a group of demon hunters revealed themselves to you and are now chasing you down as you refused to cooperate. they wanted to use you for your pact and you didn’t want to be involved, especially seeing as they were literal demon hunters! they were going to kill your friends! 

but sadly, fate was not on your side. your ankle twisted to the side, pain shooting up from your ankle all the way to your knee. rope surrounded you, you thrashed against the net as your body slammed to the floor. The last thing you saw was the hunter tower above you, the butt of their gun coming down on your head. 

when you finally woke up you already had a gun back in your face, you tried to escape but you were forced backwards. chains rattling behind you. you looked behind you to see you were chained to a cross, both your wrists and ankles were bound.

Your situation only grew worse when the hunter Infront of you snarled down at you. Demanding you used your pacts, spitting on your face. You thrusted forward, matching their snarl as you bared your teeth at them. Demon mannerisms have rubbed off on you but it wasn't doing you any good. The gun clicked, unlocking off safety mode.

Your heart sunk immediately.

"Use your pact or else."

You could only hear the blood rushing through your ears. Trembling as their finger slowly pressed on the trigger. You knew they were going to kill the brother's if you did but you were terrified that were going kill you. You shook your head, letting it hang low as fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

You kept refusing to use your pact and summon the seven demons. Every time you refused they'd hurt you; kicking you, slamming the guns butt down on your head, throwing your head back on the cross. You could barely hear what they said, they just kept screaming at you. Calling you filth and a traitor to mankind.

Despite all the pain you were grateful they weren't killing you. You just had to keep pushing your luck. You couldn't summon them no matter how scared you were. You refused. You couldn't do it.

But fortunately, Magic doesn't always act the way you want it to. Your soul - your entire being BEGGED to be saved. You wanted to save yourself, you desperately tried to spark at the chains and remember any spells but your mind was at a blur. nothing was processing.

You cried out when you saw the large magic circle appear on the floor. You tried desperately to close the summoning circle, cursing to yourself. You demanded your magic to listen to you but it wouldn't work. The brothers symbols appearing in each part and soon enough, they appeared in full demon form.

"FIRE-!"

Lucifer:

his wings blocked at the rapid bullets going their way

His whip quick to come out and wrap around a hunters wrists, he twisted his hand around it and pulled the poor hunter towards him

"This isn't very welcoming, now is it? How bold."

the hunter went flying, the brothers dodging in time

Mammon:

He smirked, a bullet between his teeth and more between his fingers

Steam was drifting off them but he just crushed the metal bullets with no other thought

"How nice of ya to give me a gift~! You really know how to make a demon happy."

He spat out the last bullet and it went flying, hitting a hunters eye

Levithan:

The ground shook beneath you, many hunters missing their shot at his brothers

A crab like beast bursted out of the ground, sewer sludge splattering on the floor

It swiped and grabbed at the hunters, screams filling the space, bodies snipped in half in seconds

"You're all worse than Normies! You took the wrong human from the wrong demons!"

he back hand slapped a hunter that approached him, growling

Satan:

He leapt off the crab, grabbing the nearest hunter to him by the head

Their neck snapped to an odd angle and they immediately dropped

"This isn't how I expected to spend my evening but you took my reading partner....you won't receive my mercy."

He shoved his clawed hands through their chests and spines, ripping out the first organ or bone he could grab

He didn't lie, he didn't show an ounce of mercy

Asmodeus:

His wings flapped behind him, he dragged his claws along the backs of the hunters he flew past

Giggling as they screamed in pain

"Aww I'm just flirting, was it really that bad?"

He pouted before swiping at their faces

Shoving another hunter towards his more violent brother

Whilst he had no issue letting himself get wild, he saw how scared you looked

He didn't want to get too dirty or else how could he comfort you?

Beezlebub:

Beel could be ruthless if TRUELY provoked

And hearing your whimpers when he arrived stirred furious anger within him

When he finally saw your beaten state it made him snap

Hungry for blood

Hunters head being crushing with ikr hand

"You don't even look appealing to eat, you're worst than Solomon's cooking."

He took a chunk out of one hunter when they aimed at one of his brother's

Refusing to let his family get hurt

Belphegor:

We all know he's cold blooded

So it was no surprise blood was gushing everywhere

His dream dust filling his area and nightmares surrounded the hunters

"They're mine....and yet you stole them and hurt them, you're disgusting."

hunters would disappear into the mist and not come back out alive

Bodies littering the floor as he swooped through

As soon as things got gory your eyes were sealed shut, trying to shut out the sound of flesh tearing and screams of agony. Whimpering as you thought about the brothers smiling faces, how gentle and soft they usually were. Chanting in your head that they were here to save you, you were safe, they're still them.

You screamed as your body was lifted off the platform you were on, the cross rising. You were now fully crucified; feet slipping as you struggled against the cross. The chains were barely supporting your weight so you just dangled, fear rising in you.

Mammon charged towards you, his brothers continuing to fight against the hunters. He ripped the chains out of the cross, you fell right into his arms, your heart thumping against your chest.

"look at what they did to you....I shouldn't of protected ya, I hope you'll learn to forgive me - they busted you up real bad."

He caressed your cheek; eyes glaring at your busted lip and the many bruises forming on your face. You winced when his hand touched the side of your head, he recoiled feeling something warm on his palm. It was blood. YOUR blood.

He almost broke down right there and then, looking at how hurt you were - he couldn't handle it.

"thanks...that makes me feel so much better." You let out a pained laugh, hoping to make him feel better.

He only frowned more, softly rubbing his thumb on your cheek. It was obvious he was struggling to keep himself calm. You held his hand, showing off your best smile.

"i don't blame any of you, the hunters did this, okay? You didn't do anything wrong."

Your sweet moment was ruined when the 6 brothers backed all bumped into the two of you. Forming a protective ring as the hunters surrounded them; it seemed like there was no end.

You raised your shaky hands, magic swirling around your wrists and to your fingertips. You barely had enough strength to put on a little light show but you weren't going to just let the demons defend you without even trying to help.

It your lucky day as suddenly, the hunters hideout doors bursted open. You could barely make out the outside but there was blood coating every wall, steam coming off dead bodies. Soon enough four figures emerged and your heart almost leapt out of your throat.

Lucifer growled as he strangled a hunter, turning his attention to the new comers.

"I'm surprised you came so late, espically with the company with you, my lord."

Diavolo laughed, his hands coming together as his magic flared brightly. Barbatos had his arms behind his back, smiling to all of you.

"Forgive our tardy timing, these hunters are determined."

"don't forget us, though I may of caused us to take our time, it's been so long since I've fought this many people."

Solomon adjusted his sleeves, his many pacts glowing against his skin. Simeon, unlike the others, looked completely untouched by the chaos. Smiling as he kept his hands together.

"I beg for your forgiveness (Y/N), It appears we've angered Lucifer more than the hunters have."

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Diavolo:

Time slowed down within the room, only the hunters going still

Their movements frustratingly slow

"I think it's best to clean up this situation whilst you take (Y/N) back, they've seen enough."

He looked at Lucifer, both men nodding

The prince moved freely through the frozen room, eyeing the amount of hunters

Barbatos:

He bowed to the brothers, offering you a comforting smile

"I must agree with my lord, things will get rather unpleasant."

He slowly slipped off his gloves

He approached you, gently handing you his gloves and patted your shaky hands

A silent request to keep them safe for him

Solomon:

The wizard blew the steam off his wand

Smirking as he pointed it towards the magic still present around your wrists

"Isn't it good I came along? You're going to fall sleep if you keep using your powers, little apprentice, let me open a portal for you."

Just as he finished talking he summoned a portal to the devildom

He gave you a small salute

Simeon:

He hastily rushed towards you all

Checking on each brother for any serious harm, thankful they were okay

He turned his attention to you, doing the same

"all is going to be okay, I promise, I'll bring over some desserts when we get back - tell Luke I won't be long, I know he's anxious about your safety."

He walked you to the portal, caressing your hands

You got a gentle push towards the portal

Once you were all through the portal, you completely shattered. Crumbling to the floor as you broke down sobbing. The brothers tried to approach you again but your nostrils flared, face scrunching up in disgust. They reeked of blood and guts.

Beels mouth was covered in blood, flesh between his fangs. Levithans hands trembling from adrenaline red and stained with blood. Belphegor was showered in the red liquid, a feral look still in his eye. Mammon was the most clean out of all of them but he had blood dripping down him. Asmodeus had flesh on his nails and blood on his cheek. Satan looked just as drenched as belphegor, his shoulders shaking with anger. And finally, Lucifer was the second cleanist but he still was no better than the others.

"i need time to- time to calm down....just.... please just wash."

They all accepted your wishes, hesitant but they understood your predicament.

You laid on the floor, chains still on your wrists and ankles. They felt so tight on your limbs, you whimpered as they scratched at your skin. It took one small burst of magic to make them drop; you were finally free.

You continued to just lay on the floor, shakily grabbing a nearby pillow. Inhaling the sweet comforting scent, letting it fill your scenes. Everytime you even smelled a faint swift of the gore-ish scene from before you just took in another deep inhale.

You laid there for what felt like hours. Silently crying as you hugged the pillow.

You grounding yourself. Reminding yourself you were safe and back in your room. The brothers were safe and they weren't mindless beasts.

You rolled on your side, something poking your hip. It was your phone. You pulled it out from your pocket and began to type, messaging Luke that Simeon was okay aswell as you, apologizing for not seeing him in person. You sent him a quick selfie of you smuggled into your pillow and tried to look somewhat happy. Hoping it'll comfort him.

It wasn't a moment later until you heard a knock at your door. You questioned who it was.

"we're all clean now, meet us in the living room if you want....I made your favourite drink~" Asmo's voice was soft, gentle on your ringing ears.

A small smile appeared on your face. Shuffling out of your room still hugging your pillow, trailing after the lustful demon. Soon enough, you were both entering the living room.

The room was dim, the fireplace being it's only lighting and warming the room up nicely. There must of been something with the wood as it smelled so comforting. The brothers all sat along the sofa, Some on the floor. Everyone had their own drink, blankets and pillows surrounding them.

You curled up in the middle of the sofa, letting yourself be engulfed in multiple hugs. Everyone touching you in some way and you all just sat there. In peaceful silence as you just hugged.

You really needed this....

"thank you for saving me."

"We'll always save you"

"you can always count on us-!"

"I won't let this happen to you again, I promise to protect you better."

"no one is allowed to touch you like that, I won't let them."

"You don't need to thank us, darling."

"I will always make sure you're safe, no Matter what."

"I won't fail you again."

you all hugged each other even tighter, embracing each others comfort and warmth. Tears falling and soothing words shared, each brother did their best to be strong. But even they couldn't stop themselves from shedding tears when the adrenaline died.

They almost lost you. You were kidnapped and hurt because of your connection to them. They were never going to let you get harmed again, no matter the cost.

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A Warm Welcome

Pairing: Vilbur x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+ content, Hamilton references, swearing.

Note: First story for the blog! Based off of an idea I had that I sent to @sallysimp a bit ago.

You had been in your room when Tubbo came by, letter in hand. You perked up seeing him, “hello Tubbo, is this for me?” The young boy nodded, a serious expression on his face. Without a word, he handed you the letter before running off.

It seemed like ages ago since everything had changed. You had gone from living in a nation called L’Manburg alongside some of your dearest friends, to living quietly and alone in the nation now called Manburg. Sure, you had Niki there for you from time to time, but it didn’t make you feel any less alone.

You missed him.

Wilbur Soot was L’Manburg’s president, and one of your dearest friends. You remember the day you fought by his side during the war against Dream, you remember hearing the strings of a guitar late at night, what his lips against your forehead felt like...it all seemed to just be a distant memory now. You remember watching in despair as he and Tommy were exiled after the election, trying to free yourself from Schlatts goons.

With a small sigh, you opened the letter, reading its contents with awe.

To my dearest,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. I know we haven’t spoken in a while, but I am in a better position to talk now. Me and Tommy have started a new nation called Pogtopia. This letter contains the coordinates to the location. Please come soon.

-Wilbur Soot

You hadn’t even noticed your eyes watering until a teardrop fell onto the letter. He was alive...Wilbur was okay. And Tommy too...they were both safe. You hugged the letter to yourself, reveling in the moment for just a bit...

“Hey! You were supposed to be downstairs five minutes ago!”

You jumped at the sound of Quackity’s voice. Damn, you had forgotten that Schlatt required everyone to be at tonight’s meeting. “Give me a second,” you muttered before grabbing your jacket, stuffing the letter under a pile of clothes, hidden from sight. You opened your door, smacking the man in the face. “Hey! What the hell, man?!” he cried out, rubbing his face. You walked past him without a word, eager to get this meeting over with.

“Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence?” Schlatt commented as you walked over to one of the seats in front of the podium. You frowned at him, but kept quiet despite the insults you wanted to hurl at him. You sat down next to Tubbo, who was fixing his tie, eyes focused on the podium as Schlatt started speaking again. You tuned out for the most part, thinking about the letter in your pocket, until you heard him speak to you.

“Hey doll, do you mind grabbing some wood for Tubbo? Great,” Schlatt commented before moving onto the next person.

You glanced at Tubbo and whispered, “wood?” The teen smiled, “for my builds I’m doing for the festival. It would help me out a lot!” You nodded, pretending as if you knew exactly what had been going on the entire time. The idea of visiting Pogtopia while getting wood sparked in your brain, and you couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of seeing Wilbur again. Wilbur...

Your thoughts were interrupted by the meeting ending as everyone got up to start on the tasks assigned to them. You followed Tubbo for a moment before asking, “do you want me to start getting wood now? I can go grab and axe and start.” The teen yawned, “you don’t have to do that, it’s late. I wanna go to bed.” You smiled and ruffled his brown hair, “I insist. I want to help you as much as I can.” And you honestly meant that. After everything you two had been through, you looked after Tubbo like he was your son in a way. If anything were to happen to him, you didn’t know what you would do. He nodded sleepily, “okay, but don’t wake me until morning.” You patted his back as he went off to bed, and you went back to your shelter, grabbing an axe and a few other supplies. While walking out, you ran into Schlatt, who was smoking a cigarette.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were sneaking off somewhere.”

You stiffened, “of course not, I’m going to start getting wood for Tubbo.” You held out your axe for proof.

Schlatts dark eyes bore into yours, “well then, don’t stay out too long. Wouldn’t want something to sneak up on you in the dark.” He gave his signature grin before walking off, continuing to smoke his cigarette as if the exchange never happened. You shook off the uncertainty before heading off, letter in hand as you tried to look for Pogtopia.

You had searched for maybe an hour or so before hearing a rustle in the bushes. You whipped around, axe in hand as you scanned through the trees. You were about to walk off before a voice rang out, “is that YOU y/n?!”

You turned and were face to face with Tommy, who you hadn’t seen in so long. His clothes were a bit torn and dirty, and he was no longer wearing his L’Manburg outfit, but one he had probably gotten from Wilbur in their exile. You dropped your axe and ran forward to hug him, and smiled as he hugged you back. “Of course it’s me, I came as soon as I heard,” you said softly. Tommy pulled away with a wide grin, “Wilbur is gonna be so happy to see you again! He never stops talking about you, madman. Imagine being obsessed with a woman, couldn’t be me.” You laughed at that, picking up your axe and putting it back into your satchel. Tommy pointed at a a section in the forest, “Pogtopia is behind those dirt blocks. I’ll show you!” And with that, Tommy scampered off to show you. As he removed the blocks, the dim forest was bright with light coming from the hole, and you followed Tommy inside. Tommy blocked the hole back up before brushing off his hands on his pants. “Well, welcome to Pogtopia! You’re the first woman to come here. And I doubt the last.”

You followed Tommy as he explained what had happened to him and Wilbur. You listened seriously, nodding and expressing your sympathy for the two. You both eventually came across Wilbur, who sat plucking at a guitar near a campfire. “Hey Wilbur! I found your favorite woman!” Tommy grinned at him. Wilbur looked up, his brown eyes tired and glassy, but they widened when he saw you. “You...you came,” he said, a bit shocked. You sat next to him, smiling gently, “of course I did. I promised I would always be there for my president.” His serious expression was replaced by a small cheeky grin at that, “it’s so good to see you again, love.” Tommy made a gagging noise before going into his room, disgusted with you two. You and Wilbur both chuckled at that before Wilbur began explaining what happened, and what Tommy had left out. “We’ve been down here for weeks, probably months even. It’s hard to keep track of time nowadays.” He glanced at your formal outfit, “and I’ve never seen you look so formal. When did that start?” You sighed softly, “since Schlatt took over.” Wilbur eyes narrowed a bit, “I hope you’ve been okay throughout all this. If he did anything to hurt you...” You patted his arm gently, “I’m fine dear, I’ve just...missed you so much.” Wilbur leaned forward a bit, nodding and softly saying, “I’ve missed you as well....so much.” And with that, he leaned forward and kissed you.

Ever since that night, you began sneaking away to Pogtopia and returning to Manburg with stacks of logs for Tubbo. The teen was delighted as how much you brought back, but didn’t have much time to chat anymore. He was in charge of putting together everything for the festival, after all. It seemed like maybe things weren’t so bad anymore. Tubbo was happy, you could see Wilbur and Tommy again...maybe things would be okay for now.

That is, until it became apparent how much Wilbur had changed. You almost hadn’t noticed the change. Sure, maybe something was different about his eyes and appearance, but that wasn’t anything bad. The part of your brain that loved the Wilbur before refused to see anything suspicious about him.

One night when you had snuck away to Pogtopia, you came back to the place quiet and empty. Tommy wasn’t bickering with Wilbur for once, in fact, the teen wasn’t even there. You found a note scrawled on a piece of paper.

Gone off to spy on Manburg. Will return soon.

- Tommy

You were a bit unerved by the silence, looking around the unsually dark Pogtopia. You let out a yelp as something grabbed you, pushing you against the wall roughly. In the dark, you could see it was Wilbur who grabbed you.

Without warning, he kissed you roughly, hands grabbing at you like he was starved for you. You were confused as to what was going on, but kissed him back after a moment. Your hands wandered to his curls, pulling them gently. The man let out a soft moan at that. “God, I need you now love. Needed you for so long...” he said as he took off your jacket. He stared at you for a moment before you realized and said “yes...please.” He practically tore off your buttoned shirt, hands and fingers quicker than you had ever seen. Wilbur kissed you again as he let his coat drop to the floor, now moving to take off his own shirt. He pressed into you, and you could feel him harden as he softly thrusted against you. You let out a gasp as his leg went between your thighs, pining you into the wall even more. You responded by thrusting against his leg, which made him nearly go insane as you let out soft gasps. Wilbur began unfastening your pants, depserate to touch you. You stepped out of them and threw them off to the side, letting out a moan as his fingers began to tease you through your panties. “Look at you, already soaked. You needed this, didn’t you? I know I did,” Wilbur said, his eyes dark and focused. He pushed past your panties and teased you again before slipping a finger inside you. You let out a moan and attempted to thrust against it, gaining a grin from Wilbur. He pulled it out before thrusting it in again, soon pushing another in impatiently. He fingered you deep and hard, drinking in your moans. Wilbur leaned down and nipped at your neck, leaving dark bruises that would be tricky to hide. You heard him mutter minemineminemine as he sped up his fingers even more. “Wilbur- I’m gonna...” “You gonna cum? Then do it. Cum for me, love.” And with that command, you came with a loud whimper, driving the man insane. He pulled his fingers out and licked at them while his other hand began to unfasten his own pants. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you now. God, I needed you so long ago. Should have taken you so long ago. Should have made you mine so long ago,” he said darkly, his pants falling to the floor. His boxers followed soon after. He began to stroke himself with one hand while the other turned you towards the wall. You could feel him at your entrance one moment, and he pushed inside you the next. You let out a loud moan as you adjusted to him inside you.

Wilbur, meanwhile, was battling his own dark thoughts as he began to thrust into you slowly. One part of him wanted to be gentle and sweet with you, wanted to take the moment slowly and lovingly. The other part wanted him to take you fast and tough, make you cry and whimper for him. To make you fully submit to him.

That side won.

Wilbur began pounding into you mercilessly, gripping your throat with one hand while the other gripped your hip. “That’s it, take my fucking cock. Such a good little slut,” he growled into your ear, letting out a moan with every few thrusts. You never felt so aroused before, finding this dark side of Wilbur alluring. All you could do was whimper and whine his name as you pushed back against his thrusts. After a bit, the hand that gripped your hip moved down to stroke you as he went even faster. “Wilbur...Wilbur! Fuck, I need to cum!” you moaned out, feeling your orgasm approaching at an alarming rate. “Yeah? You need to cum on my cock? Then do it. Fucking cum,” he growled as his thrusts went deeper into you. With another whine, you pulsed around him, panting as you came down from your high. He thrusted into you a couple more times, groaning, “you’re gonna take my fucking cum like the good little slut you are.” And with a growly moan, he came inside of you. You nearly collapsed back into him as he held you to him, both of you panting. After a moment, he helped you sit down and brought your clothes to you, his hair disheveled and his forehead gleaming with sweat. The two of you got dressed silently, before he grabbed your face lovingly, leaning in to whisper, “god, I love you.” He kissed you again, gently and sweetly. This is the Wilbur you remembered.

“Why are you wearing a turtleneck out in the sun?” Tubbo questioned you as you brought back the stacks of logs he needed. You stiffened before quickly saying, “I...I have a scratch on my neck. From the trees, when I was chopping them down. Kind of ugly, but it’ll be fine!” He nodded, accepting your answer without a question. In reality, your neck was bruising from the amount of hickies Wilbur left behind after last nights events. You hoped others would accept this answer as well.

And you knew you had to go back to Pogtopia soon.