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Collective and final post should've just been an apology and a promise to do better. But I guess that's just too much to hope for.
#ceci speaks#nonsims#text#delete later#definitely shouldnt have had more lies and easily disproven claims in it tsk tsk#and continuing to insult the people triggered#shows absolutely 0 remorse not that i expected any better#you didnt say one damn thing you did wrong not one#you couldnt even admit or say sorry for ONE thing#i said sorry for my stupid ass meme reference joke which was dumb of me and was the only leg u had to stand on#which ur tryin to spin as me being anti asian with covid which is fucking stupid considering#i am asian too u stupid fuck and i had patients calling me corona and ch**nk and not wanting me to tend to them before they fucking died#i know about covid racism against us very fucking well#i dont need a statistic to tell me about it bc i was knee deep in ppe trying to get blood from ppl that blamed me for it existing#i watched people die from covid for three years straight i know it all fucking well#and yet i still apologized bc the joke was in poor taste and i feel bad it was misconstrued and hurt others#you cant even apologize to the people you hurt bc youre too focused on not being wrong about anything#you can delete the posts if u wanna theyre already there#in screenshots#i tried to get you to stop for over a week and you wouldnt leave me alone#i refused to mention your name for days and you kept insulting me and mentioning me over and over again#and you had the nerve to call other ppl stalkers just because they shared ur cc in a cc finds channel#now you're trying to talk nice#or nice enough that someone might feel sorry for you after you showed your entire ass for a week#i dont feel sorry for you one bit#not after all the bullshit you said that youre trying to delete now that ppl found it#too late#eat shit#negative#im done for the night goodnight and sorry everyone
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Trigger Finger Ready and Got Nowhere To Run To
Did you ever imagine your boyfriend would offer up your body to solve a yakuza dispute? No, but you aren't surprised.
â§Ë*°࿠: 18+ only, no minors.  â§. â âyakuza!ryomen sukuna x f!reader x yakuza!toji fushiguro
Genre: filthy filthy porn with a plot Notes: biggest happy bday to the dilf of dilfs (and my husband of husbands), toji!! (++ sukuna bc they r both beefy n hot :3) Warnings: 18+, dub/noncon, mentions of violence/murder, toxic!relationship, free use âĄ, manipulation, jealousy, fem!Uraume, degradation âĄ, praise, no prep, oral fixation âĄ, size!kink, daddy!kink, choking (hands + belt), slight breathplay, exhibitionism, spanking, dacryphilia âĄ, dumbification, creampie(s), calls your pussy âshe/herâ, slight cucking, oral (m+f receiving), restraints, fingering âĄ, pussy spanks, squirting âĄ, multiple orgasms, double penetration!(one hole), brief anal mentioning, breeding âĄ, belly bulge âĄ, pet names (princess, brat, good girl, sweetheart). Words: 15.2k
Youâre numb.
Only mentally, numb, to the word which you willingly leapt into. A world with bloodied rivers and bodies piled to the height of the highest mountains. None of it bothers you, not anymore.
Talks of murder and dismemberment barely reach your ears as you flip through the pages of your magazine. You arenât sure why Sukuna insisted that you be here. He likes to show you off, you suppose. He likes to flaunt what he possesses, and his men never will.
âHow much longer?â you whisper, eyes scanning the pages on the gossip mag in your hands. Youâd rather be reading a copy of Vogue, but one of Sukunaâs idiotic subordinates picked up the wrong magazine in a hurry.
Actually⌠You havenât seen him since.
âWhat have I told you?â your lover whispers back, he leans over to you. His head turns away from looking at the men in the room as the meeting goes on. But their boss sharing his attention with you rather than the subject at hand earns a few nosy onlookers watching you converse. âBe a brat in private, not here.â
You sigh, crossing one leg over the other as you carry on reading. Sukunaâs hand rests on your thigh before he scowls at the men whoâd dare to look at him with an emotion other than fear in their eyes.
He stands up, staring down silently at everyone in the room. It even manages to get your attention. The dread heâs able to instill into his subordinates is more than just impressive to you. Itâs exhilirating. Sukuna is a king, and not just to you. To his little brother sitting nearby as the meeting continues. To the subordinates he trusts and who hang on his every solitary breath. And to the public.
People know who you are, now.
Youâre Sukunaâs girl.
You were nothing, until him.
He was quite fond of your big mouth and downright horrible attitude when you met. He liked that you didnât know who he was, and you didnât hold back when he accidentally bumped into you while shopping. You were wearing a white sundress that hugged every inch of your body, and the coffee in your hand turned the material murky and hideous.
The men surrounding him and ready to silence you for good werenât even registered in your mind. You didnât even notice they were there until the friend you were shopping with told you to shut up.
You insulted him, sure. But Sukuna was barely listening. He was too drawn to the way the liquid made your already tight dress cling and stick in all of the right places. Your decision to go braless became painfully obvious to anyone whoâd dare let their eyeline drop to your chest.
He dismissed his men, earning a sigh of relief from you and your friend. You watched him carefully as he pulled out his wallet.
âI ruined your dress, huh? Let me buy you a new one, and a new coffee.â he told you. Your eyes bulged as you saw the fat wad of cash in his hand. He smirked, watching your hand hesitate back and forth as you were unsure whether to accept it.
Before him, you werenât wealthy.
The opposite, really.
You were barely making ends meet and every penny you had was spent on living essentials and rent. The money he offered you was enough for more than that. He was handing you the option to live a little. But before you could take it, before you could fully grasp the bank notes in his hand, he flicked his wrist away.
âI want your number for the pleasure of this expensive meeting.â he grinned.
In hindsight, it was incredibly stupid to accept money from a yakuza man. It seemed like too good of an offer to turn down, though.
For the pleasure of knowing Sukuna and that chance meeting, there have been ups and downs. Everything you knew before Sukuna is your old life. You canât remember the last time you saw those friends you had. You havenât been back to your old apartment in over a year, though you know Sukuna still pays the rent on it.
Itâs used for some kind of illegal activities, youâre sure. You donât know why else heâd still pay for it otherwise.
Your old clothes werenât good enough for you anymore. Thatâs how Sukuna felt. And with each extortionate purchase he made, you began to agree. You can no longer bear the thought of wearing some cheap, discounted item like you used to. Your entire wardrobe is designer, and youâre like a new woman.
If anyone from your past could see you now, they wouldnât recognise you.
You donât care, though. Youâve been poor and youâve been miserable. What Sukuna gave you that day wasnât just money, it was an opportunity to cast the old you aside. Youâre glamorous, youâre taken care of.
But most importantly, youâre loved.
Youâre an object, a doll for him to play with.
But he loves you.
Itâs apparent in the way you are in private together. He can be so many things in so many ways. But you know that you are more loved by him than youâve ever been in any other relationship. He loves you more than friends and family combined.
To Sukuna, youâre everything.
âListen. Up.â he starts. You know he doesnât mean you. He wouldnât mind if you kept your nose buried in your tacky magazine for the entire day. And yet, you find yourself closing it and putting it down on the desk in front of you. Your sole focus is on him. âMy wife and I have better things to be doing than sitting here listening to this shit. Figure out this territorial dispute, today, or Iâm going to lose my patience.â
His wife.
Everyoneâs eyes fall on you when he refers to you as such, and it takes every ounce of concentration and sheer will power to stop yourself from smiling. Your face remains straight and composed, but there are two men who know you enough to see through the façade.
Sukuna, and his brother.
The elder of the two looks down at you, only because he loves to see you squirm because of him. And heâs proud of you, oh so proud that you are well behaved and know that you should appear as strict as he is.
Yuuji, however, has to turn away so no one can see how much he wants to laugh. Heâs always liked you; he likes that his brother likes you and he likes how nice you are when you warm up to people. People like him. Heâs gotten to know you through being his brotherâs second in command. If Sukuna canât be by your side, Yuuji will be.
And he thinks itâs cute, really, how much you love his big brother. The big brother that most would see as nought more than a terrifying monster. A murderer and a fiend who can so easily ruin lives just because he feels like it.
Yuuji thinks itâs downright adorable.
Heâs snapped out of his thoughts when his big brother whistles. He watches as you hurriedly stuff your magazine back into your handbag and follow him to the exit. Yuuji follows, too, after his brother gives him a commanding look.
âYou shouldnât lie.â you mutter, leaving the room and walking by Sukunaâs side as Yuuji trails behind you both. Sukuna turns his head sideways so he can look down at you. His tattooed hands remain in his pants pockets as you approach the exit of the building. You keep looking forwards, though. And he smirks.
Itâs a cute little pout he recognises.
âYou are my wife.â he tells you. âDonât be a brat because I havenât proposed, how droll.â
You scoff, finally looking at him, your full glossy lips seem to pout even harder when you actually face him.
âYou know what happens when you get married for real, princess?â he asks. And you scoff, again, because you know what heâs going to say. He says the same thing every time you have this truly trite conversation. âBoring sex. And then, none at all. And I know you canât live without this cock in you for too long.â
âYouâre disgusââ
âSpeaking of which,â he stops walking and turns to face you. It makes you laugh every time he talks about how boring your sex life would be if you got married. You arenât sure how true it is, but it amuses you, nonetheless. He gets his wallet from his inner breast pocket and withdraws his credit card, handing it to you with a wide smile on his face. âThatâs what you get when youâre a good girl. Thank you.â he grabs the crown of your head with a large palm and plants a sweet kiss on your forehead.
âI thought we were talking about sex, not money.â you speak, and he smiles. âWhich do you think I prefer?â
âWith me, sex. In general, money.â he tells you, and you suppose heâs right. âBut with money, you can buy things for sex. Unless you want to be a brat, I can take back the card. Otherwise, buy a pretty set for daddy to fuck you in.â
He loves how your demeanour changes at the use of your favourite name for him when youâre alone. Yuuji is here, yes, but he knows the intricacies of your relationship so thereâs no need to be concerned.
âTheeeere she is, daddyâs good girl.â he approaches you; his hand settles on your waist. A simple cue for Yuuji to know he doesnât want to be here. He walks on ahead; and you both watch him walk by before focusing on each other again. He backs you up until your shoulder blades rest against the wall. You tilt your head to kiss him, but he pulls his head back to tease you. âWhy arenât you always a good girl for me?â he wonders.
You allow your head to loll back against the wall with a gentle thud. He watches you, intently, wondering whatâs going on in that pretty head of yours. His eyes drop as your right hand gently traces over his crisp black dress shirt until you find his tie.
And you tug.
His body cages you in and you will never get over what a behemoth of a man he is. Heâs so intimidatingly large. Youâre like a little mouse about to be devoured by a viper. And yet, somehow, youâre in control. He gasps, albeit quietly, but there is pleasure behind it as you pull him closer.
âYouâd be so bored if I was always good, daddy. And you fuck me better when Iâm a brat for you.â you tell him, voice filled with lust as your sultry tones reach his ears. His cock twitches at your words, although heâs tired of you having the upper hand. One hand grabs your jaw, and you know if he wanted to, he could break it with ease. But you smile, willingly.
If you are to die, it would be an honour by his hand.
He kills you with a kiss, instead. Your thoughts dissipate as you allow your lips to lock and teeth to clash as you needily make out. His body presses into yours, uncaring for the place or potential audience that could find you at any moment. A soft, needy moan slips by your lips as you feel his hardening bulge grind between your legs. It makes him smile, smugly and proud as he steals continuous little noises from you.
âYou only keep your fucking mouth shut when youâre getting this dick.â he comments, his tongue licks against yours before he suffocates your desperately mewling with heated kisses once again. He pulls away, whispering in your ear. âYouâre nice ân wet for daddy, yeah? Want my cock, baby?â
âMhmmâŚâ you nod, raising your leg to rest on his hip. His fingers squeeze into the flesh of your thigh as he helps it settle in place. His kisses are barely there anymore. Soft pecks as he gradually pulls away until youâre whimpering and begging for more. âPlease, daddy⌠please.â
âAwe,â he gives you one final kiss before looking over his shoulder to see some of the higher ranked members of his organisation approach. He pulls away, leaving you completely breathless. âBrats donât decide when their holes get used. Their daddyâs do.â he reminds you.
Youâre left panting with your hand on your chest as he walks away. He looks over his shoulder at you before giving you a self-satisfied smirk as he waves at you.
âKeep your cunt wet for daddy.â he tells you.
You scoff, fleeing the scene quickly as the humiliation of his words surges through you. The lack of respect and discretion should make you furious. And honestly, it does. But that feeling of anger and fury is overridden with pure, unadulterated lust.
âHey, are you ready to go?â Yuuji asks as you walk through the double doors and out into the blaring summer sun. The heat is unbearable, youâre sure the sidewalk would steam if you poured water onto it. âAre you okay? Thirsty? Can I carry your jacket?â Yuuji wonders. And you nod.
âThanks, Yuu.â you smile, taking off your coat for him to hold for you. âYouâre taking care of me again, I guess.â you sigh, but try to remain optimistic. You both know youâd rather Sukuna be the one taking you shopping, but you donât hate spending time with his brother.
âWhat are we shopping for today?â he asks, opening the door to his car for you to climb into. He puts your coat in the back and rushes around to driverâs seat. âYou can go crazy since he wonât be there to stop you.â he winks. You giggle a little as he buckles himself in and starts the car. âOh, he wanted you to get some lingerie, right?â
You go quiet, looking down at your hands as you nod quickly. Itâs almost unnoticeable, but Yuuji knows. He starts driving to a boutique he knows you like, smiling to himself. Youâre so brazen and loud most of the time. You can be so confident and fearless.
But he thinks itâs sweet that you get so shy about things like this.
âIâm not judging you, yâknow.â he tells you, looking to the side to see if youâre listening. You raise your head to look at him, the slight anxiety you feel slowly leaves your body the longer you look at him. âYouâre a good friend to me. Iâm happy Sukuna met you, otherwise I wouldnât know you.â
âYuujiâŚâ you respond, you canât stop yourself from smiling as you hear his sweet words. It makes him laugh, though. Heâs happy he managed to break you out of your nervous sulk. âI wonder sometimes⌠if Iâm crazy.â
âYou are.â he tells you. You lightly slap his arm, âHey, Iâm driving!â he laughs. âYou have some kind of arrangement with my brother, right? That doesnât matter. You love him, donât you? I know he loves you too. Heâs told me enough, and I can see it in his eyes. Youâre crazy, but he is too.â
An arrangement.
Youâre happy itâs a secret, even to Yuuji. If anyone from your past life knew what you agreed to with Sukuna, theyâd be ashamed. You figure anyone would be, really. But you donât care. Yuuji is right.
Sukuna is crazy.
But so are you.
âThanks, Yuuji.â you smile, weakly. âYouâre a good friend to me, too.â
Sukuna is possessive, heâs greedy.
But what Sukuna doesnât know wonât hurt him. You model a few lingerie sets to his little brother. And Yuuji, of course, is a perfect gentleman about it. His eyes rake over your body, though you can detect a lack of lust in him. Thereâs another woman on his mind that you know to be the reason. Heâs a lovesick puppy, and you are off limits. He isnât stupid, but heâs happy to help you shop.
Sukuna should be the one here with you now, anyway. He should be the one watching you try on panties and bras and pretty baby dolls. And yet, heâs sent you away to give himself some peace while he works on whatever the hell it is he does all day. Threatening and being a general bastard to the city at large.
If he were here, you know youâd be getting fucked within an inch of your life in every pretty ensemble you try on.
âYuuji, what is your brother doing today?â you ask him, pouting a little. It feels humiliating to have to ask. You should know where your boyfriend is and who heâs with. Even Yuuji looks taken aback. Does Sukuna often keep you in the dark? Itâs not like what he does for a living is some big secret.
â⌠Thereâs a huge territorial dispute right nowâŚâ he starts, looking at the store clerks and urging them to walk away if they know whatâs good for them. They do, giving you two the space to talk. âHe and the other higher ups are having a follow up meeting to decide what to do.â
You huff and start to undress as you head back into the changing room.
âUraume?â you wonder, already knowing the answer. âIs she there?â
âWell, sheâs Sukunaâs right hand. After me, obviously.â he tells you, and it only earns another huff of annoyance from you.
You know what Sukuna will want is for you to pick a pretty lingerie set to wear under your clothes all day until he gets home. Youâre not doing that, though, not now. Not when you know heâs with her. Heâs lucky youâre even still buying any in the first place. Yuuji watches you as you tell the staff to ring you up, a look almost akin to sorrow lingering in his soft brown eyes.
âNothing is going on between them, yâknow.â he tries to assure you. All you can do is scoff. The notion of remaining silent dies as you begin to think about how many positions heâs probably fucking her in while you run around and play the role of the oblivious wife.
A wife without a ring, at that.
âNo offence Yuuji, Iâm not exactly going to take your word for it. Heâs your brother.â you sigh. He grabs the shopping bags for you once you pay the extortionate price. Sukuna had told you to get a set, not several. But you think itâs the least you deserve after finding out heâs with Uraume instead of you. âI want some new jewellery, letâs go.â
You hold the door open for Yuuji before you walk side by side towards the nearest jewellery store. Sukunaâs feelings are the least of your concern, whether heâs frustrated with your purchases or not doesnât matter to you. Not right now. Youâre hellbent on giving his credit card a workout before you go home.
The air conditioning hits you as you enter. Yuuji finds a seat as you begin to browse, dumping your shopping bags by his feet. He keeps a watchful eye on you as youâre shown around at some pieces you might like. A necklace is calling your name, but new earrings would be nice, too. But with the way youâre feeling, you might just leave with everything that you take even the vaguest of interest in.
You hear Yuujiâs phone ring behind you, and it forces you to look at him expectantly. Itâs embarrassing, really, how badly youâre hoping itâs Sukuna to ask for your location so he can be here with you. But his younger sibling shakes his head despondently, feeling sad that heâs letting you down.
âShit, I have to go.â Yuuji tells you, and your brows furrow. You canât remember the last time youâve been left alone. What could be so important? He looks at you, eyes serious and almost desperate as he wills you to listen to him. âI wonât be long, please donât leave. Sukuna will kill me if anything happens to you.â
âItâs fine, Yuu.â you nod, barely looking at him anymore as you admire the glimmering jewels in their glass display cases once more. âIâll be here.â
He smiles, gratefully, and squeezes your shoulder. His speed is impressive, youâre surprised you havenât been left with a dust cloud as he leaves your side and departs the store. You have no idea whatâs happening, but it must be serious if Yuuji had to rush off like that.
The clerk assisting you canât help but fawn over how gorgeous you look as he allows you to try on a diamond necklace that caught your eye. Itâs simple, something youâd wear every day. Itâs glamorous but not overstated.
âThere are matching earrings, if youâre interested.â the clerk tells you, and you nod. âAnd thereâsââ
âIf it matches, Iâll take it all.â you smile. The clerk nods and takes the necklace from you. You watch for a few minutes as he wanders around and collects everything youâve asked for, but you soon get bored and begin browsing again.
You raise your head as you see two men with black hair enter. You unintentionally stare, but soon avert your gaze when another necklace catches your eyes. You hear the men discuss something about a sister, and you deduce they are likely here to purchase gifts. You feel your blood run cold as they become silent, and you feel them glaring at you.
Youâve gotten a sense of when people are sizing you up, now. Even if itâs something as tedious as being leered at. Being with Sukuna has taught you to sense danger, however small.
âIâd like this necklace as well, please.â you speak, hoping your confidence and signalling of the staff will get them to stop staring at you. The clerk nods and sends another member of staff to your side to aid you.
You look in the direction of the men. Truthfully, you arenât sure if you had tried to warn them that you were onto them with a look their way. It seems like youâre more interested in scoping out a potential threat.
âItâll suit you.â the younger one says. âMaybe we should get something like that for Tsumiki?â
The older man is silent.
Your skin tightens together, breaking out in goosebumps as his looming presence gets closer and closer to you. You clear your throat, hoping that it will be enough to tell him that you know heâs there and you donât want him to be. It does little to dissuade him, though.
He stares at you, urging you to return it. Thereâs an uncomfortable yet palpable silence between the two of you as you look into each otherâs eyes. His face is sculpted, yet damaged. And still, you find him beautiful. A scar stabs betwixt his lips, though itâs aged and healed.
Itâs a warning, in itself, that you shouldnât trust him.
But his gaze is serious and endearing all in one. His eyes are beautiful, just like the man heâs with. Thereâs no doubt, now, that theyâre related. Theyâre like a copy of one another. Father and son, you suspect. Though they remind you of Sukuna and Yuuji. The man in front of your appears to be the same age as your lover, maybe a little older. Yuuji is around the same age at the young man accompanying him.
You find yourself lost in his eyes, an odd compulsion to figure out this man and his life story. Who is he and what could he want with you? Your guard has been lowered, despite it being unwise. You should be more alert, if anything.
But those eyes areâ
âYouâre staring, sweetheart.â he tells you, breaking his eyes away from you to look at the clerk behind you. He curls his finger, a simple instruction that you seem to miss until you see him holding the necklace in his hand. âMay I?â he asks, acting before you even answer.
You turn around and make sure your hair isnât in the way so he can put it on you. This isnât right, you know it isnât. You arenât sure why youâre allowing him to do this. Heâs so close that you can feel his breath on the back of your neck, the hairs stand on end when you realise.
He fastens the clasp behind your neck, and casually allows his hand to fall into the small of your back as he guides you to a nearby mirror.
âSuits you.â he tells you, tucking hair behind your ear so he can examine it further. You donât miss the way his eyes drop to your cleavage, though, and you clear your throat again. It prompts him to slip back into his cool demeanour. âMy daughter is around your age. Think sheâd like it?â
âI donât know your daughter. And I donât know you.â you remind him, earning a soft chuckle from him. You watch him summon the man he brought with him, and now youâre sure heâs his son. After hearing him mention his sister, you manage to put the pieces together.
âI want two of these.â he announces, making sure everyone can hear. You arenât sure if heâs instructing his son or the clerk beside you. Either way, he hands his credit card to the man heâs with in a similar way Sukuna does to you.
Itâs almost⌠dismissive.
âTwo?â you say, curiously.
âIâm buying yours.â he tells you. He shushes you when you go to protest. âYouâre brave, hah? Big mouth, attitude, ân your pretty too. I like it.â
âIâm spoken for. And expensive things wonâtââ
âI know.â he interrupts you, putting his hands in his pockets. He looks over to his son as he pays for the jewellery. Youâre nervous, though itâs not entirely because of him. The thought of explaining this to Sukuna sends chills down your spine. âGirls like you are always spoken for. And he looks after you, yeah? Buys you nice things ân all that. Figures.â
â⌠Y-You didnât tell me your nameâŚâ you say, meekly. Itâs pathetic and wimpy, though thatâs how you feel beneath his divine gaze. He smirks at the sound of your voice, maybe itâs the submission.
âToji.â he replies, simply. His son approaches him with a single shopping bag, itâs black and sleek with the store logo on the side. It makes you excited and impatient to receive your own purchases. And after this, you have no desire to shop anymore. You want to get home where you know youâre safe. âWe oughtâa get goinâ, Megs.â Toji tells his son, who nods in agreement.
Just as theyâre about to leave, Yuuji returns.
He canât say anything, not right away. If you were looking at him, though, youâd be able to see how much he wants to burst. Thereâs a vein bulging in his forehead as he looks between the men.
But your eyes are solely on Toji.
His hands remain firmly in his pockets as he walks away and towards the exit. And then he turns around again, fully, facing you head in to gift you with his parting words.
âGive Sukuna my regards, wonât you, sweetheart?â he smirks, leaving the store with his son in tow.
âFushiguro!â Yuuji yells, though they pay him no mind. He faces you, now, intent on finding out what the hell is going on. âWhat was that all about? Are you stupid? Seriously stupid? I told you not to talk to anyone!â
âYou didnât, you told me not to leave.â you remind him, and he grunts. âWho were they, Yuuji? Iâve never seen either of them before.â you tell him. He just shakes his head and decides to ignore you. Heâs furious, though you canât figure out why.
Have you really done something so bad?
The fact that Toji seems to know who Sukuna is certainly doesnât bode well. Theyâre from rival gangs, clearly. His and his sonâs tattoos arenât like Sukunaâs. His are brazen, confident. He was cocky enough to get them on his face, too. But the Fushiguroâs, as Yuuji had named them, must hide their markings beneath their shirts like most yakuza men tend to.
âLetâs go.â Yuuji speaks, anger lingering in his quiet words as he leads you out of the store and back to his car. âIâll have to tell Sukuna about thisâŚâ he explains, making sure all of your shopping is secure safely in the trunk of his car. You get into the passenger seat and shrug, it makes no difference to you if he tells his brother about this.
You donât even know what heâs telling him.
It gets later and later into the evening, with no signs of Sukuna returning any time soon.
And youâre ready for him.
Youâre fully dressed, wearing the very same clothes youâd worn to go shopping hours earlier. But you had stripped briefly when you got to your room. The lingerie options were almost infinite as you peaked in each and every shopping bag you brought home from the boutique.
Heâll like the pink one most, you suspected.
So, you put it on.
âWhereâs Sukuna?â your one and only true friend in this cutthroat world asks through the speaker of your phone. It snaps you from your daze as you recall how the pink lingerie fit your body like a God damn glove while you checked yourself out in the mirror. âYouâre doing housewife shit while heâs out having fun?â Nobara continues, and it makes you scoff. Thereâs laughter in it, but your annoyance towards your lover is evident.
âHeâs with Uraume.â you say, calmly, as you continue washing the mountains of dishes in the sink. You arenât normally one to do chores, but you thought it would distract you from your worries. Even if only for a moment.
âOh I hate her.â
âMe too.â you agree. Something tells you Nobara doesnât feel as strongly as sheâs making out, sheâs just showing support. You appreciate it all the same, though. âThereâs something going on⌠I know there is.â
âNo way. You donât know, you just think you do. But even I can see how much he worships you. Heâd never cheat!â she says confidently, and you wish you could believe her. Itâs not like youâd leave him, even if he was.
Heâs conditioned you to need him, after all. How can you go back to your old apartment when itâs his, now? Your old, pathetically paying job wonât cut it, either. Sukuna has gotten you used to the finer things in life, things you donât want to lose. Your friends, your family, itâs all gone and forgotten. All you have is him.
Thereâs no leaving him, now.
â⌠I donât trust him, sometimes.â you confess, quietly. You arenât even sure if she heard you over the sound of the gushing tap. âI donât trustââ
The sound of a lock turning in the door stops you from speaking anymore. You look over your shoulder, and you finally see him. He doesnât say a word as he comes in. He gives you a curt nod as he hangs up his jacket.
âUh, Nobara, howâs your day been?â you ask, loudly, hoping sheâll get the hint and change the subject.
You tense up a little as you feel Sukunaâs presence looming closer and closer. You put down a plate as you feel him behind you. His body traps yours between his and the sink. You hold your eyes closed lightly as you feel him. Really feel him. You arenât sure youâll ever get over his domineering size.
Nobara begins to prattle on about nothing in particular, and relief flows through you. You manage to stifle a heavy breath as Sukuna begins to kiss your neck; though you almost falter as he takes your earlobe softly between his teeth.
âSukuna, âm on the phone.â you angle your head to whisper, but he just silences you with a kiss instead. And instinctively, youâre smiling again. Youâre so simple, maybe even stupid. Itâs always so easy for him to placate you, even without knowing youâre upset with him.
âDonât care,â he growls into your mouth, kissing you again. âYou agreed, did you not?â he asks, feeling you up over your clothes. Your head droops back onto his shoulder as you feel him caress your tits through the fabric of your dress. His free hand roams between your legs, pushing the black material covering your thighs between them and dampening it with your slick.
âMmpf,â you hum, lightly, biting your lip. You canât help but wriggle and squirm beneath his touch. As much as youâd prefer to stop so you can wrap up what youâre doing first, you did agree to this when you started dating him.
âAnyway, I still donât think Sukuna would fuck Uraume.â Nobara speaks, and you both freeze for a moment.
As she lists her reasons, in gratuitous detail, Sukunaâs hands move across your body. Theyâre slow, but with purpose. Your dress settles back into place once he moves his left hand away from your core. He wraps his arm around your midsection, tightly, giving you no chance to flee. His right hand moves a little quicker, fingers brush along your collarbone until he finds your neck. He somehow manages to choke you, slightly, while holding your jaw with his thumb and index finger.
And he makes you look at him.
He doesnât speak, the sound of Nobara discussing everything youâve told her about him and Uraume is the only sound either of you hear. His red eyes terrify you the longer it goes on. The longer he goes without speaking a word.
ââKunaââ
âYouâre jealous of Uraume?â he says, loud enough for Nobara to hear. Sheâs quiet. Uncharacteristically so. And then your heart plummets when you hear the beep that signifies the call has ended. âStill?â
âWhat do youâ Sukuna!â you yell, feeling him pull your dress down your body. You try to scold him. You try to focus on finishing the dishes so you donât give him the satisfaction of knowing how desperately you crave him. But itâs all in vain as he spanks you upon seeing the pretty pink set hugging your body.
âGood girl.â he tells you, spanking you again.
The chore of washing cups and plates is soon abandoned as he yanks your hair by the roots. Your back arches gloriously, and he canât help but slap your ass repeatedly until it stings. He wants to hurt you, just because he loves you.
Heâs insulted that you think so little of him.
âWhat happened to you, princess?â he asks, spanking you again. âYou never used to be so insecure. Thatâs what I liked about you.â
Liked?
âDonâtâ c-careââ
âOh?â he interrupts, âYou really want to be a brat for me right now? Iâm not in the mood, but you can test me if youâre feeling brave.â he warns you, and you manage to shake your head in defiance.
âSukuna, I justâ I donât like her.â you tell him, you see an eyebrow raise out of the corner of your eye. Itâs a curious look you canât quite place. Maybe he hadnât expected you to say something so honest, or maybe he just canât put his finger on why you feel this way about her. âShe has feelings for you⌠itâs so obvious.â
âAnd?â he speaks, his hand that had been around your throat moves to the bend of your knee. He effortlessly raises your leg so that it rests on the marble countertop. His breathing is heavy and stained with alcohol as it fans across your shoulder.
Your breath hitches as he hooks his finger into the seat of your panties, moving the pink material into the crease of your thigh. You shiver just slightly as the cool air of the air-conditioned room hits your folds, and he growls as he holds you tighter.
With one hand, he unbuckles his belt and manages to free his length from his trousers. You gasp as you feel him press his heavy tip between your folds, the tacky wet sound reverberates through the room. He isnât targeting anywhere specific, but he snarls each time you mewl when he catches against your entrance.
âUnffâ fu-uck!â you keen as he finally pushes into you.
âThis,â he starts, slowly sinking inside of your welcoming slot. Your eyes roll over white with each agonising delve into your walls and towards your sweet spot. He spanks you once more, demanding your concentration as he tries to drill his words into your before he starts drilling his cock into you. âItâs all yours, yâhear me, princess?â he explains as he carefully rocks his hips, his chest swells with pride as he repeatedly nudges against your g-spot.
âS-Sukuna,â you pant. âDaddy, I love you.â you tell him, tears spill down your cheeks as you pathetically confess. He knows, of course he knows. But his ego will never tire of hearing those four precious words from the lips of his favourite girl.
âYeah? Yâlove daddy?â he asks, faux sympathy in his voice as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. âHurts my feelings when you donât trust me.â he lies.
ââm sorry,â you sob, âI trust you, daddy, âm sorry!â you continue, and you melt into his touch when you feel him softly kiss your cheek again and again as his thrusts get faster and faster and faster.
Heâs so deep you can feel him in your throat. Your mind is churning, thoughts become liquid the harder and deeper he pounds into you. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he continues, and he shoves his fingers into your mouth to silence your cries.
You suck and lick and lave over them as if your life depended on it.
He forces your mouth open wide, strings of drool dribble from your lips and tongue as he repeatedly fingers dangerously close to your throat. He laughs maniacally when he flies to close to the sun, triggering your gag reflex.
âOh, baby, got real tight for daddy like that.â he tells you. Your hands search for something, anything to grasp as he ruins you from the inside. âSo fuckinâ tight for me, princess. Wanna cum?â
âYes, yes please.â is what youâre hoping to say despite his fingers still invading your orifice. âPlease daddy, n-need it.â
âMmm, good fucking girl.â he praises you. âSo needy, hah? Iâll be good to you this once. So cum.â
You brace yourself, twisting your torso so that youâre facing him. His fingers remain in your mouth, but your fixation on them has dies a slow, painful death the longer this encounter carries on. His fingering slows, but the spit leaking from your mouth still pools out and covers whatever it squelches on top of.
âGo on, cum for daddy.â he orders.
And you do.
You cream his length as you lose control of your entire body and give it to him. Youâre crying so hard but you donât know why. He licks your cheeks, though, getting off on the taste of the salt and sorrow youâre gifting him with. You convulse as you reach the peak of your orgasm, and he makes sure to keep a careful hold of you.
âHate you being fucking jealous.â he explains as he chases his own high, the deafening sounds of your genitals meeting again is so sloppy and lewd. If you werenât so tired, youâre sure your face would flush with heat from the embarrassment of it all. âYouâre mine. I only fuck you. I only cum in this perfect cunt. Are you listening? Or did daddy fuck you too fucking stupid?â
âD-Daddy,â you mumble, âlove youâŚâ you trail off, exhaustion consuming you as you bargain with yourself to rest your eyes for just a minute.
âDaddyâs slutty girl, yeah?â he grunts, and heâs surprised that you manage to nod in response. âOnly shut that big fucking mouth of yours when youâre getting this cock.â he speaks, he hopes youâre listening but heâs not so sure.
With only a few thrusts later, heâs cumming buckets into you. You hum at the sensation, the warmth of being gifted with your daddyâs load is a soothing feeling that makes you feel completely claimed. Youâre safe, secure, like this. He plugs his cum inside of you for a while as he refuses to move.
You donât want to think about the fact that you arenât ever really going to know the truth. You wonât know if heâs just telling you what you want to hear while heâs out doing exactly what youâre worried about. You wonât truly feel safe unless Uraume goes.
But you know that will never happen.
He pulls out of you, watching as your pussy pulses while he splits open your lips on his fingers. His softening cock jumps at the sight of his sperm gushing out of you and splattering against the cold kitchen tiles below. He angles your body, again, so that he can plant a searing, messy kiss on your lips from behind.
He wipes his dick against your ass, doing a poor job of it before he tucks himself back into his grey trousers. He moves the gusset of your panties back where it belongs to stop anymore cum from dripping out of you.
âI should⌠clean upâŚâ you say, wistfully as you look at the remaining dishes in the sink and the dollop of sperm on the ground beneath you.
âDonât worry about it.â he tells you, walking towards your bedroom to find your shopping bags. âShow daddy what else you got today.â
You take a deep breath and stumble a little on unstable legs. He looks behind himself, reaching out to take your hand to support you. He leads you to your room, a little surprised by the amount of new shopping bags spread out.
He lifts you up and places you down carefully on the bed. You bite your lip as he helps you out of your high heels while heâs down on one knee. He watches, attentively, as you throw your head back as he kisses each of your legs.
âI donât recall telling you to buy jewellery.â he speaks, knowing he didnât say it at all. You only giggle, which makes his smile grow wider. He rests his body on his knuckles on either side of your thighs, his nose almost touching yours as he examines you. âThat one is new, isnât it?â he asks, reaching up to hold the pendant against his palm. You nod, and he hums.
He takes his time admiring everything as he looks through each and every bag. Youâre silent as he searches, not sure what heâs actually looking to find. Sukuna seems pleased with the multitudes of lingerie youâve returned home with, often looking between the material and yourself as he envisions it on your body.
Though soon enough, heâs looking through the jewellery. Heâs full of flattery, for some reason. You canât help wondering if itâs because of your very obvious insecurity.
Your heart sinks, however, when he picks up the receipt.
âWâ uh, what are you doing?â you ask, cursing yourself for not playing it cool in the least.
Heâs silent as he looks over each item and price. His eyes drift briefly to look at you before heâs fixated on the receipt again. âIâm checking how much having a bratty princess for a wife has cost me today.â he tells you, his voice almost monotone as he speaks. He picks up each piece of jewellery as he mentally checks it off of the list in his hand. And then his eyes zero in on you once more. Or specifically, the necklace youâre wearing. âDid you steal that?â he asks.
You shake your head.
If thereâs one thing youâve learnt from being with Sukuna, it will never serve you to lie. He knows more than you can possibly imagine. And what he doesnât know, he figures out quickly.
â⌠Iâm going to fucking kill him.â he speaks through gritted teeth, crumpling up the receipt in his hand. You have no idea who heâs talking about. He stands up, holding the necklace around your neck in a clenched fist. âTell me, princess. Do you love this necklace? Or did you pick it impulsively?â
âBoth,â you nod. âI was only looking at it becauseâ b-but I love it, now.â
He lets go of the pendant, now warm against your skin after being in the palm of your lover despite it being brief. He smooths his hand over your hair and then strokes your cheek with his thumb.
âA lovely gift from a man trying to muscle in on my territory.â
You knew Toji must be yakuza, too. But you had no idea he was such a direct rival of Sukunaâs. Itâs unsurprising, though. Maybe theyâd been tailing you and Yuuji today. Youâd assumed it was a coincidence that they wound up in the same store as you, but youâre no stranger to being naĂŻve.
Sukunaâs territoryâŚ
Could he also be referring to you?
âTerritorial disputes are standard practice in our line of work, Sukuna.â Uraume starts, trying her best to calm your boyfriend down as he seethes in yet another meeting. âAlthough she has certainly complicated things.â she speaks, looking at you as her tone becomes more calculated and vicious.
Of course to anyone else, it sounds like sheâs just making a point.
But you know better.
âI didnât complicate anything, thank you, Uraume. I went shopping as I was instructed to do and he just showed up.â you try to defend yourself maturely despite wanting to rip her hair from her scalp.
âNo, this isnât your fault.â Sukuna reassures you. âYou shouldnât have fucking left her you idiot!â he bellows, his voice booming through the room until it reaches his brothers ears. His words seem to echo the longer Yuuji remains silent. He doesnât even get the chance to talk as Sukuna demands he be quiet. âMore and more of them are doing shady shit in areas that I own. Making profit that should be mine. How do weââ
âYuuji, youâre friendly with his son, right?â you ask. And he shrugs, passively. Youâre sure thereâs a story there. Perhaps they went to school together given that theyâre the same age, but you donât want to press it and risk him getting in deeper trouble with his sibling. âDo you have a phone number or anything for him?â
âUhâŚâ Yuuji pats down his body as he looks through his phone. Sukuna watches, everyone watches as he scrolls through his contacts. And finally, he nods.
âCall it.â Uraume orders, Sukuna looks at her and then nods at his brother in agreement.
The tension in the air can be cut with a knife as each ring passes. You feel sick to your stomach the longer it goes on.
Until finallyâ
âI was wondering when youâd call.â the younger Fushiguro answers, Yuuji places the phone down on the table and puts it on speaker. âMy old man has an offer for your brother.â
âMegumi, Sukuna isnât exactly the negotiating type.â Yuuji explains. âHe wants you and your dad dead, to be honest. That shit you pulled at the jewellery storeââ
âIs he listening?â Megumi asks. Yuuji looks up to his brother for permission to confirm or deny his presence. The silence lasts a beat too long, and Megumi figures it out for himself. âIâm with Toji, now.â there is a shuffling sound on the other end as he hands his phone over to his father. A large sigh rattles through the speaker, and then he finally speaks.
âSukuna.â he starts.
âMy brother is right, Zenâin, I donât negotiate.â Sukuna speaks, announcing his presence to them finally. âThere is no benefit to me letting you stake your claim on my territory. Weâve killed a few of your men already for your insolence and disrespect. Youâve no idea the lengths I will go to so that you will understand this threat isnât empty. We wonât just be killing the small fry next time.â
He looks at Uraume, listening carefully as she warns him not to resort to threats of violence so soon. You look between them both, trying to gauge how heâll respond. He only sighs, agreeing with her, before asking what the negotiation would entail.
âI want to fuck that little girlfriend of yours.â Toji says.
The room falls silent. Sukuna stares daggers at you for a few minutes as if itâs your fault he said something so outrageous. You look around uncomfortably, seeing everyoneâs eyes have fallen on you.
You feel dirty.
You feel like a mere bargaining chip, an object for them to make a decision over.
âEverybody out.â Sukuna says, noticing your distress as you feel compelled to hang your head in shame. âNOW.â
Everyone scurries from the room, the only people that remain are yourself, Sukuna, his brother and Uraume. Your lover slams his palm, hard against the table before yelling down the phone at Toji.
âAre you FUCKING joking?â Sukuna shouts, Uraume tries to calm him down but it does little good. âIn what world do you think Iâd agree to something so stupid?â
You hear Toji chuckle, like heâs considering how to use his words and what he should say. He knows exactly what he wants to tell him in response, but heâs deciding if he wants to rile Sukuna up further or get straight to the point.
âIâve heard rumours that you use her like a toy.â he starts, a smirk curls on his lip and his scar pulls along with it. You and Sukuna look at each other, wondering who could have found out about your lewd secret. âIâm not⌠unreasonable. If you comply, Iâm willing to come to a binding agreement that we will keep clear of your turf.â
â⌠Hang up the phone.â Sukuna orders, and Yuuji immediately presses the big red button. Sukuna looks at you, eager to speak. And by his expression, whatever he wants to say seems fuelled by rage. But by a stroke of luck, Uraume intervenes.
âI think you should do it.â she starts. Sukuna directs his angry glare towards her, while you look at her in surprise. âWeâve all heard the rumours, itâs not a secret, Sir. I believe itâs called âfree useâ yes?â
âWhy is that relevant?â you ask.
âWell, youâre used to being used, no? Why is this any different. It would be for Sukuna, for all of us. Iâm sure youâd be able to open your legs for a few minutes for the sake of peace.â she speaks, calmly, crossing one leg over the other as she leans back in her seat. You scoff, standing up to argue, but Sukuna splays out his hand and warns you to keep in line. âSukuna, itâs just sex. You wonât have to pay them off, you wonât have to share your territory that weâ that you have worked so hard for. A simple trade.â
He sighs as he looks between you both.
âItâs not that straightforward, at all.â Sukuna tells her. You hope heâll elaborate but feel a little deflated when he opts to keep quiet instead. You feel comfortable with your so-called arrangement because youâre in love.
At least, thatâs what you thought.
âA shame. You continue to be a useless disappointment in this organization.â she tells you. âIf it were me, Iâd do it.â
âWell, Uraume. It isnât you. You know why?â you spit back, shoving by Sukuna with the intention of leaving when youâve said your piece. âBecause you are his subordinate. I am his wife.â and with that, you leave.
Uraume is unfazed, however, which would infuriate you more if you were around to see it. Instead youâre leaving with your handbag in tow. Youâre stopped, however, when you reach the exit. Sukunaâs men are holding you hostage on his orders. He hasnât followed you to see if youâre okay. Heâs still talking to Yuuji and Uraume as you pace around an empty meeting room.
Youâve always hated this building. Every time you come for a meeting here youâre nauseated by an overwhelming mechanical smell. Itâs the office supplies, you assume. The copy machines and printers whir all day and night, the perfect operation taking place to disguise Sukunaâs general misdeeds.
Around twenty minutes later, youâre no longer alone.
Sukuna enters the room and shuts the door behind himself. Your eyes water as you instantly read his expression. You know thereâs another way, but heâs obviously made his decision. Uraumeâs influence played a part, you donât doubt.
âI donât want to. I love youâŚâ you cry. âSheâs trying toââ
âEnough.â he silences you, curling his finger. A simple instruction for you to follow him. âI havenât decided yet, come along.â
He brings you back to the meeting room where you were sitting earlier. He commands Uraume and Yuuji to leave, and they do, Yuuji leaves his phone behind so Sukuna can call Megumiâs phone again.
âI donât want to share you.â he confesses, pulling you into his lap as he spins the phone in his hand. Each thud against the desk makes your anxiety spike. âUraume is right, though. Itâs a tempting offer for the sake of a few measly minutes.â
âI donât want to fuck him, Sukuna.â you pout. âI canât believe youâre even considering it! What if heâs lying and will keep asking to fuck me? I donât want everyone to find out about it and think Iâm some whore. Do youââ you stop, a large knot gets stuck in your throat as you try to remain composed. You feel sick to your stomach, and you hate that you even have to ask. âDo you even love me anymore⌠SukunaâŚâ you ask, lower lip trembling as you speak.
âI do, of course I still love you.â he tries to assure you, but it feels half-hearted at best. âIâd prefer you to make a decision; but I want it to be the right one. And remember, you agreed to let me use you. And I will use you for whatever purpose I desire, if that means letting other men use your cunt for the sake of peace⌠thenâŚâ
ââKunaâŚâ
âIâm talking now.â he stops you, grabbing your cheeks in his hand and squeezing until your lips pucker. âYou better spread those pretty legs nice ân wide for daddy, I want you to make me proud.â
He lets go, slowly, and uses a single finger to call Megumi back.
It rings.
And it rings.
And it ringsâ
âYou mull it over?â Toji answers, his cockiness radiating through the phone. âWho am I speaking to? Sukuna?â
âIâm here.â he answers, he bounces his thigh, a silent instruction for you to announce yourself. And, for him, you do. âWeâve thought about it.â
âAnd?â Toji speaks.
Sukuna looks up at you, expecting you to do the honours of answering. His face is stoic and it makes your heart sink. He really wants you to agree to this. This is the first time since youâve been with him thatâs heâs made you feel like the object you agreed to be, for him. You thought it was out of love. Maybe even respect.
You were a fool to think that, you see that now.
You take a deep breath, and your whole body shakes. Even the little breaths you take to steel yourself warble and you try and gain the confidence to tell Toji that you agree.
Sukuna agrees, you donât.
âWeâre not interested.â you tell him. Sukuna glares at you, and you swear you see flames licking through his pupils. You try to stand up, but youâre trapped. He holds you, tight, and you worry about what youâve let yourself in for. âSukuna, get off.â you try to warn him off quietly, but it only increases his grip.
He mutes the call, and fingers sink harshly into the fat of your hips as he lifts you up. You land on the large meeting table with a thud as he towers above you with a dangerous glint in his eye.
âYou dare disobey me?â he starts. You flinch as he raises his hand, the rings on his fingers twinkle under the fluorescent lights in the room. He doesnât hit you, and you canât tell if thatâs what he was considering. Heâs never struck you before. But, thinking about it, youâve never defied him before. He balls his hand into a fist, a singular finger breaking free as he points in your face. âI donât think you understood me before. Did you get confused?â he asks, voice dripping with condescension as his eyes alternate between your shimmering eyes and tremoring lip.
You ignore him, you just stare at him as you wait for him to finish.
âUnderstand me now. You are mine. Your life, your clothes, the bed you sleep in? Mine. Your body is mine. Your cunt is barely yours, I own her.â
âYou said the decision was mine toââ
âI said I want you to make the decision Iâm telling you to make. Iâm not giving you a choice, I was giving you the power to make the decision yourself. But I see now, youâre too dumb to make the right call without daddyâs help.â
You sniff, picking up the phone to your side and unmuting the call. Youâre surprised Toji is still on the other end, perhaps he knew that youâd gone against orders and was waiting to hear your reconsideration. He doesnât say a word, nor does Sukuna, as you continue to sniffle and gather your bearings.
âT-Toji?â you whimper, and you hear an amused breath on the other end.
âYes, darlinâ, Iâm here.â he speaks. His voice is somewhat soothing given the circumstances. Your lovers fiery stare remains on you. He and your very own body are imploring you to make the decision heâs expecting of you. But your heart, your mind, tell you otherwise. If Sukuna kills you, so be it.
âIâm sorry. I donât want to sleep with you, I love Sukuna too m-much.â you whimper, tears cascade down your face as you look at him. Even after this, after how heâs spoken to you and what heâs trying to make you do, you canât help but love him. Even his face softens as he hears your plea. Your utter devotion to him makes his heart skip a beat.
There may even be a slither of remorse behind his eyes.
âYouâre a real good girl, arenâtcha? So loyal⌠Itâs hard to find girls like you.â Toji responds, and it snaps Sukuna out of his daze. The looming anger returns as he realises youâve ignored direct orders twice now. âTell ya what⌠Sukuna, you still there?â
â⌠Iâm here.â he responds, slouching down in the seat heâd been sitting in previously. Itâs odd, looking down at him like this. He looks deflated, like he doesnât know how to handle you. Maybe he does still love you, after all. He doesnât want to hurt you or kill you, heâs wrestling with it. If you were like his subordinates youâd be dead already.
He doesnât know what to do with you.
âPrincess, would you feel better if Sukuna was there?â he asks. You both look at each other, unsure of what heâs getting at. The idea infuriates Sukuna. Why on earth would he want to sit like some cuck while one of his enemies rails his girlfriend? âI donât need you to myself, I just want to fuck you.â
âUm⌠oh.â you speak, the penny finally dropping. âI like that better.â you confess.
âMm, Iâll bet.â Toji smirks. âAlright, Iâll make arrangements.â
âGo find Yuuji and go home.â Sukuna whispers as Toji continues to speak. He barely looks at you as you slide off the desk. So you donât even bother saying goodbye. Youâre still so fucking angry at him for all of this. But, really, you canât help but feel like he isnât pulling the strings here.
Not really.
You find Yuuji outside vaping, and he chokes when he sees you. He desperately attempts to swat the plume of smoke away, but itâs too late. You take the device from his hand and drop it on the ground.
âEnough.â you tell him, crushing it beneath the chunky platform and heel of your boot while looking him dead in the eye. âStop buying them.â
âSorry.â he chuckles. âWant me to take you home?â
âYes,â you sigh. âThe long way⌠if you donât mind.â
He nods, understandingly.
Maybe you chose the wrong Itadori to fall in love with.
You hadnât realised how close Tojiâs apartment is to yours and Sukunaâs. You never even knew he existed until a few days ago. And yet, now, youâre in the elevator on your way up to the penthouse suite.
The preparation into this night, which youâre sure will amount to a few grunts and thrusts from each of them before theyâre panting and bored, has been substantial.
Sukuna agreed to let Toji cover the cost of everything, which surprised you. Sukuna is a proud man, heâs proud of himself and the money he makes. And heâs especially proud of his possessions.
Most of all, you.
Youâve been accompanied by Yuuji and Megumi for the last week everywhere you go. And theyâve bickered about everything.
As you were sitting in the hair salon earlier, Yuuji insisted upon how Sukuna would like your hair to look, whilst Megumi argued about what Toji would prefer.
They argued when they took you clothes shopping about what kind of outfit you should wear. They argued about what colour lingerie you should wear. Hell, they even argued about what perfume would be best.
You didnât have the energy to intervene, however, not when it feels like your world is crumbling around you. Youâve lost Sukuna, you think. You arenât sure how or when it happened, but you donât see love in his eyes anymore. And itâs a foolâs gambit to try and force that love back.
Now, youâre just a toy heâs grown tired of.
The elevator stops with a ding as you reach the top. Your stomach is doing somersaults, and youâre a little taken aback as Sukuna takes your hand in his. The reassuring squeeze he offers calms you immensely as he leads you out directly into the apartment.
âWelcome.â Megumi greets you both. He gestures to a bottle champagne and three pre-poured flutes filled with the gorgeous, bubbly liquid. You donât notice until you get closer that thereâs even strawberries drowning in the glasses. âMake yourselves at home, he wonât be long.â Megumi speaks, gesturing to the modern staircase that leads upstairs.
And with that, he leaves. He enters the elevator and waves as the doors shut, taking him all of the way to the ground floor. You canât help but wonder where heâs going. Maybe, despite all of the bickering, he and Yuuji are planning to go out and have fun together while their bosses are occupied.
You feel sick.
Everyoneâs going to find out about this. Everyone is going to have you down as a slut who trades her body for the sake of gang disputes. The naĂŻve nature within you is telling you that this is a one time thing. That you made the choice and you only made it because there is something so alluring about Toji.
But, really, after this⌠you fear that you may be better off dead.
âWell arenât you a sight for sore eyes?â Toji speaks as he announces himself, slowly descending the stairs as he drinks you in. His shirt is open, revealing his glorious body beneath. Each move he makes is teasing, only subtly showing off his musculature that glistens beneath. âYou look beautiful, sweetheart.â he tells you.
His hand settles on your hip as he kisses your cheek. Itâs gentle, yet forceful, and it lasts a beat longer than you had expected. The feeling of his lips is cemented against your face, and it takes every ounce of willpower that you have to not hold your cheek longingly.
âGlad you could make it, both of you.â Toji expresses, looking at Sukuna briefly before focusing on you again. He canât get enough of you. He canât stop ogling your perfect body in the skintight, chocolate coloured dress youâre wearing. The way your breasts slightly spill over the bust, the way the plunge shows the perfect amount of cleavage, the way a huge slit down the side perfectly showcases one of your legs and teases the treasure at the apex of your thighs.
He picks up two glasses, handing them to you and Sukuna, before grabbing his own.
âTo peace.â he smirks. Sukuna chuckles and repeats his sentiment, though youâre silent. You arenât exactly proud of yourself for doing this for the sake of peace.
But at the very least, you might have a little fun. You take a small sip, while Sukuna and Tojiâs glasses are bare. Toji tops them up, and they chat as if theyâre old friends.
âIâm sure you didnât invite us over just to make nice, Zenâin.â Sukuna comments, and Toji laughs but nods. Sukuna sets down his champagne flute, tilting your head up by your chin with two dominant fingers. âShe wonât object to anything. Isnât that right, princess?â he asks, and you nod.
Toji finishes his drink again, circling around you both to stand behind you. Sukuna sits down, already pouring his third drink of the evening as he watches how you choose to behave. Youâre not going to defy again, though. Not when you agreed of your own accord.
Your gaze narrows as your eyelids become heavy from Tojiâs presence behind you. He softly gropes and manhandles every inch of your body. And even the areas you wouldnât normally consider sensitive have you shuddering under his touch.
He attacks your exposed thigh, dragging the back of his nails upwards towards your pussy as his teeth lightly graze your pulse point. You emit a vociferous moan as his fingers splay outward, his digits barely breaching the material of your dress and yet somehow stimulating your immediately drenched cunt.
âI think she likes me.â he sighs against your skin, maintaining complete eye contact with Sukuna as he feels you up. âThis dress was made for you, baby.â he tells you, kissing softly behind your ear.
âLook,â Sukuna starts, standing up as he looms above you. He pulls down the bust, revealing the black mesh bra underneath. Your nipples are barely covered, perfectly visible to all eyes in the room. He cups your breasts, and his thumbs repeatedly swipe over the raised buds. âTheyâre so hard, princess. Is this exciting you?â he asks.
You nod, dumbly. He captures your lips in a deep kiss and you moan into it. Toji reaches forwards over your shoulder, grabbing a handful of your tit as he squeezes the flesh and lightly flicks the nipple. His other hand settles in the curve of your hip, and you yelp slightly into Sukunaâs mouth as he pulls you backwards against his body.
âFeel how hard youâre makinâ me already, darlinâ?â he asks, sharp canines nipping lightly against your bare neck as he pants shallowly against your skin. âHavenât even touched your pussy yet and Iâm aching. Havenât even seen your fuckinâ panties.â
âStrip her, go on.â Sukuna orders. He backs away as he allows Toji to move you wherever he desires.
You gasp as you feel him move you with ease until your bent over the countertop, your face turns to the side to face Sukuna and the bucket of champagne. Youâre distracted by the water droplets slowly traversing down until you hear Toji gnarl against the nape of your neck.
You canât help but whimper when you feel him repeatedly kiss your bare skin until he reaches the zip of your dress. Sukuna stares into your eyes. Watery, eager eyes that are still focused on him without him even touching you. The red irises that own you and your every move, Toji was right, you are a good loyal girl.
Toji takes the zip between his teeth and pulls downward until the dress shucks from your body, it starts to pool at your feet, but still clings to your waist. Sukuna helps yank it downwards, while Toji lands a harsh strike against your supple rear. He whistles at the sight of your flesh jiggling, repeating the action on the opposite cheek just to see it again.
âDo you know how to use that mouth, princess?â Toji asks, and you nod.
âShe knows how to talk shit with it.â Sukuna informs him, and Toji smirks. âBut she gives good head, too. Get on your knees.â Sukuna tells you.
And you drop like a stone in front of Toji, youâre sure your knees will be red raw from the uncomfortable landing. You watch Toji with complete focus as he unbuckles his belt. Your eyes stay on his, getting the perfect view of his defined abs and large pecs as you stare up at him. The metal of his belt echoes through the room as he throws it in Sukunaâs direction.
Youâre awestruck when Tojiâs length is revealed. Heâs beautiful. You donât even realise youâre drooling until the bubbly liquid drips down and splats against your hand. Heâs huge. Sukuna is too, but Toji might have him slightly bested. His cock curves upwards, and you canât help squirm as you think about it hitting all of the right spots inside of you.
His pubic hair is trimmed perfectly. You wonder if he usually keeps himself groomed or if he only did it for this occasion. His tip is gorgeous. A slightly more blush pink in comparison to the rest of his cock. And itâs oozing. Itâs shimmering with pre, the tip is completely covered and some of his length below is coated too.
âIâm gonna kill you if you keep staring at his cock like that, princess.â Sukuna warns you. You look at him, worry stabbing through your eyes before Toji grabs your jaw and forces you to focus on him again. He bends down, his face dangerously close to yours.
âHe might kill you later, but Iâm gonna kill you now if you donât hurry and put that pretty mouth to work.â he snarls. You nod, widening your mouth to accommodate his girth. He groans, passionately, as his tip hits against your restrictive throat. âFuuuuuck, good girl.â
You hold his hips as you attempt to take him deeper and deeper into your mouth. Your jaw already hurts, you feel like you might need the ability to unhinge it like a snake just to take him. Itâs a similar experience with Sukuna, though he doesnât make you suck him off often. He prefers your cunt, he doesnât like to waste time on foreplay normally.
Only if heâs particularly stressed.
âYouâre right, sheâs a good little cocksucker.â he tells Sukuna as he praises you. He lightly combs his fingers through your hair with one hand before he forcefully shoves you to take his full length. And you cry out, you sob, and he slightly pulls out before shoving back in. âAre you gonna sit and watch me face fuck your toy?â Toji asks, earning a scoff from Sukuna.
He bends down, picking up the belt Toji discarded as he approaches. âWatch.â he orders. You gasp as Toji sets you free so that youâre true lover can take over. He wraps Tojiâs belt around your neck but doesnât completely fasten it, giving them both the freedom to tug and choke you into submission if needs be.
Sukuna removes his own belt, handing it to Toji to do with whatever he pleases. You whimper as he pulls your wrists behind your back, tying them together with the uncomfortable leather binding.
He pulls out his cock, slapping you lightly across the face with it as you wait patiently with your tongue hanging out. You mewl at he taps his tip against your tastebuds, the taste of his pre instantly permeates your senses.
Two hands settle on either side of your skull as he sinks his cock into your drooling mouth. He throws his head back, groaning as he slots in comfortably. He wastes no time, thrusting into your mouth again and again until youâre sputtering and sobbing.
âShe cries easily, huh?â Toji drawls as he strokes himself.
Sukuna nods, forcing you down all of the way to the base until youâre choking. You canât even steady yourself anymore with your wrists being bound. You canât breathe and you canât push away. He pinches your nose when you remember you can breathe through it, suffocating you completely.
âAw, whatâs wrong darlinâ? Not gonna break so soon, are ya?â Toji asks, grabbing the makeshift collar and leash around your neck as he softly pulls. But he lets go as Sukuna frees you from his malicious clutches.
They both laugh as you cough and sputter, collapsing into a heap on the ground as you try and get your breath back.
âWhatâs wrong? You donât like it?â Sukuna asks. He picks you up with ease, and youâre soon bent over the counter again. But, this time, your feet donât touch the ground. Youâre left there, powerless to their touch with your ass perfectly raised while your feet and legs dangle helplessly over the edge.
Toji spreads your ass apart, and the stickiness sounding through the room is deafening. He sneers when it hits his ears. âSheâs lying.â he spanks you, hard. And then his fingers toy between your pussy lips, making a complete and utter mess of your panties. âDo you like old men picking on you, hm? You must do. Can you feel how sloppy this cunt is, princess?â he asks.
You whimper out apologies, though they donât seem to be interested. Toji picks you back up, throwing you over his shoulder as he carries you towards the stairs. Sukuna follows, a wicked grin on his face as he observes your tear-stricken face.
âDoes she like anal?â Toji wonders.
âShe likes whatever I tell her to like.â Sukuna laughs. âWould you like that, baby? Should we use both of your pretty holes?â
âCanât wait to tear these fuckinâ panties off ya.â Toji explains. âDunno why you bothered coming here with clothes on. Should have come bare, with a bow on your head.â
You enter Tojiâs bedroom. And itâs gorgeous. Itâs so sleek and stunning and thereâs even a fireplace crackling away. The atmosphere is romantic, but this situation is hardly that.
Sukuna strokes your cheek, a subtle check to make sure youâre okay as he looks into your eyes. You nod, discreetly, before he slips his thumb between your teeth. You bite down, softly, and he canât help but smile.
âThink this is the quietest sheâs ever been,â Sukuna starts. He massages his thumb into your tongue, and you canât help but instinctively suck. âBeinâ so good for daddy tonight.â he praises you.
âDaddy, huh?â Toji smirks, taking two fistfuls of your panties between his hands and tears them apart carelessly. âHope youâll call me that, sweetheart.â
You look to Sukuna for permission, and he nods. âJust this once.â
âReal pretty girl when youâre suckinâ on somethinâ.â Toji comments. He sits on the bed beside you, lifting you up abruptly to sit on his lap. He unhooks your bra and Sukuna seamlessly breaks the straps between heavy fists, ripping it quickly from your body without undoing your bindings. âSuck âem while I play with this sweet little cunt.â Toji groans against you as he pulls your back flush against his chest.
Sukuna lightly slaps your tits before walking away. You watch him as he takes a seat in the corner of the room, and heâs become exactly what he hadnât wanted to. He looks unfazed, though. He seems to be enjoying it if anything. He pulls a cigar from his inner breast pocket along with a lighter, he rests his ankle on his knee as he watches Toji toy with you.
âWatch him, want him to see how good I make you feel.â Toji whispers. He presses two fingers into your mouth slowly. The metal of his rings clang against your teeth, but you donât care. You wish you could hold his hands as you suckle and lap at his digits. Though youâre broken from your efforts as he starts to circle your clit. âMmm, such a messy pussy.â he comments.
You wriggle and squirm even with such little pressure applied to your clit. He runs his fingers through your folds, teasing your hole only slightly before he massages your swollen clit again and again.
ââaddy!â you whine, unable to sit still as he torments you.
âHear that? She called me daddy.â Toji chortles, looking at Sukuna. He smirks, but again seems more unfazed than anything. You almost screech around his fingers as he finally inserts his other digits inside of you. As if they werenât already thick, more metallic rings seem determined to push your pussy to the limit. âYouâre gonna make a mess fâme. Alright? Donât fight me.â
He inserts a third finger between your lips, your mouth contorts and stretches uncomfortably, and still, you suck.
He digs around inside of you like heâs searching for something in particular. And when your legs begin to jolt and quiver, he deduces heâs found it quick enough. His ministrations are almost evil as he alternates between hard and slow fingering. Itâs so intense, so excruciating that you can barely concentrate on his fingers in your mouth.
âCanât see your face, baby. You still with us?â he asks, and you can only offer a barely intelligible response. Sukuna leans forward in his chair as he smokes, uncaring for where he flicks the ash. Itâs the last thing on Tojiâs mind, too. Especially when youâre already losing consciousness like this. âTheyâre just fingers, darlinâ. Gonna go stupid for my cock if you canât even handle this.â he laughs.
âSlap her cunt.â Sukuna tells him. And soon enough Toji is landing a hard enough spank to your puffy clit. You mewl, so he repeats it. Again and again. Harder and harder. âFinger her, Iâll do it.â
Toji puts his fingers back inside of your tight walls and finds that spot again. Sukuna lords above you, cigar resting between the gentle bite of his teeth as he spanks your cunt hard. It makes you dizzy, almost delirious. The conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure make your eyes water.
âCrying again.â he says as he spanks your pussy again. âWho knew two cocks would make you so obedient and submissive?â
âAnd we havenât even fucked her yet.â Toji reminds him, and he smirks. âI should have invaded your turf a long time ago if I knew it would get us here.â
âHm,â Sukuna hums. Your breath hitches, and he raises an eyebrow in suspicion. âSheâs going to cum. Is she getting tight?â
âLike sheâs gonna break my fingers.â Toji smirks. And with a few more spanks against your clit as Toji continuously batters his fingers into your g-spot, youâre cumming harder than you ever have in your life. Sukuna doesnât move away as he feels you douse him with the thick stream shooting from your cunt. âOh fuck. Youâre a little squirter, huh. Or a big squirter, look at the fuckinâ mess you made of us, dirty girl. Told ya you would.â he teases you, not letting up on your insides as he tries to draw every last drop of your arousal from you.
It's not like itâs the first time youâve squirted.
But youâve never squirted that much before.
Your mouth is free as Toji pulls out his fingers, and you feel a chill as he wipes your saliva against the column of your spine. Youâre surprised when you feel him undo the belt keeping your wrists together. And youâre even more surprised as he helps you straddle him properly.
He squeezes your ass as you begin to rut your hips against his cock, the tip catches against your hole as he holds cups your cheek and offers you a showstopping, tongue tangling kiss. You yelp as Sukuna yanks your hair until your vision is his face at an almost upside down angle. He spits in your mouth, crudely, before releasing your hair.
You donât bother swallowing it as Toji brings you back to him and locks his lips with yours. He couldnât care less that Sukuna had spat in your mouth. Youâd already sucked his cock, what did it matter to him?
âYouâre so well trained, princess.â he smirks. He stands up, and you instantly wrap your legs around his waist. He places you flat against the bed, nibbling on your collarbone before he nips and kisses downward. Further and further and further. âLet daddy taste you.â he demands, and you nod.
Sukuna holds your underarms and pulls you until your head droops backward, lolling over the edge of the mattress.
You wince as he slots his cock between your lips again, and he loosens the tightness of the belt still around your neck. The slight choking feeling is replaced with his hand, intent on feeling your throat bulge from the broadness of his cock.
Your legs cramp around Tojiâs head as he gets to work feasting on your folds. If not for Sukunaâs length stuffing your throat, youâd be screaming at the way he suctions his lips around your clit. He licks and sucks again and again until your mind goes blank.
âThatâs a good toy,â Sukuna chuckles darkly. âStop thinking, now, weâll do that for you.â
Toji canât get enough of your taste. He canât help but stroke himself as he pleasures you, and he grunts again and again against your heat. The fingers on his free hand sink into your doughy thighs. Heâs doing all he can do to make sure you stay put. And he wants his face to be suffocated by your cunt.
Sukuna pulls out, determined not to cum this way. Heâll only cum if heâs doing so directly into your womb. He drops to his knees, helping you up a little so you can look down at the man about to give you your second orgasm of the evening. Your head sags against Sukunaâs broad shoulder, but you manage to look through barely open eyelids to see raven locks shaking and swaying as he lashes his tongue against your clit.
ââm gonna c-cum, daddy⌠fuck.â you mutter, unsure if youâre referring to Sukuna or Toji. Neither of them seem to care, though, theyâre more focused on your wobbly thighs and spasming cunt. âNgghhâ!â you wail.
Toji slurps up your mess as you squirt all over his face. He laughs, scar pulling deliciously as he tries to catch your essence in his wide, smiling mouth. He sticks his tongue out before attaching his lips directly against the source again.
And even heâs panting when youâre finished. Completely satisfied from this alone.
Though his eyes and mind are full of desire as he fantasises about how close he is to feeling you wrapped around him.
âI want her pussy.â Toji insists, and Sukuna shrugs his shoulders.
Sukuna scoops you into his arms, and the two of them help position your near lifeless body between them. Though your pseudo-husband is the first to shove his cock into your drooling slot. Toji scowls, prepared to pull you away from him if needs be.
âI saidââ
âAnd?â Sukuna responds. âFuck her pussy, then.â
Toji is frozen, unsure of what he means. But they keep eye contact as Sukuna fully sheathes himself to the hilt. Tojiâs gaze only falters when he hears you moan from the stretch. You look up at him, your sweet doe eyes absolutely sodden with tears. And still, you bite your lip as you lose yourself to the bliss of being an object.
âOh, princess,â Toji smirks, kissing the tip of your nose before he lines his cock up with your hole. âGonna have to break this little pussy, âcause your daddyâs so selfish.â he tells you.
He hisses as he breaches inside of you, and your head falls forward to rest on his chest. They both hush you and coo sweetly as their cocks tear you apart. You arenât sure which of them he was calling selfish, but really, itâs both.
They could have taken turns if they both wanted you this way.
But they were hellbent on double stuffing you.
Their hips move in tandem, neither of them giving you a single moment to catch your breath as they bully their cocks into you again and again. Youâre screaming out moans as they pummel your insides. Youâre bound to be aching and bruised tomorrow. You donât care, though, not right now. And they certainly donât. Not when your tight little hole feels so Goddamn perfect.
âFuckâ fuck,â Toji grunts. âDonât wanna pull out.â
âDâonât.â you squeak out, and they both let out a little laugh each at your weak request.
âSheâs a little cum slut, canât get enough. Fill her up, fuck if I care. Want this little pussy bred, baby? Hm? Want your daddyâs to fuck you fullâa kids?â Sukuna teases. And you nod, itâs weak, pathetic, but determined. âGoooood girl, âm close.â
âIâm close as well, Iâm gonna fuckinâ lose it.â Toji announces, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more staggered.
The change in pace has you clenching, the third and final nail in your coffin as your pussy begins to gush for them both. Theyâre both a little embarrassed, flushing red in the face as your tightening hole leads to both of their mutual demise.
âThatâs it, take it, little slut.â Sukuna commands as he empties his balls inside of you. Toji is no better, the obscene names seem like second nature to them both.
âFuck, look at her stomach.â Toji snickers. Sukuna looks down to see your tummy swollen with their cocks and cum.
They both pull out, wholly beguiled as your body collapses onto the bed in a heap. Youâre practically asleep as they position you onto your stomach and split your legs apart to see how their sperm leaks out of your twitching cunt.
âI want another go.â Toji smirks, unable to pull his eyes away from your glittering slit.
âLet her rest a little.â Sukuna tells him. âIâm not done with her, either.â
Youâre tired.
Youâre so tired of coming to these fucking meetings.
Sukuna walks through the building with you close by. His arm around you, protectively. Somehow, you think the encounter with his rival has made him love you more. Heâs been clingier, lately, which isnât like him. He never wants to let you out of his sight, or his grasp.
Heâs been using you more too.
Itâs like how things were in the beginning again.
Youâre sure everyone knows what happened. Eyes are on you, and their full of judgement. It hurts, of course, but thereâs nothing to be done. Sukuna was right: you agreed. You did it for him and yet out of the two men who were supposed to deal with this amongst themselves, youâre the only one paying the price.
Nobody cares if their boss had a threesome.
Everyone cares if his girlfriend got used like a slut though.
Mostly, you canât bring yourself to care. As you sit down beside Sukuna, his hand rests on your thigh while you scan everyoneâs shame-filled faces. Youâd challenge any of them to care what others think of them after the night you had.
It was mind blowing.
To be dominated thoroughly by the two biggest men youâve ever met like that is a feeling you canât begin to describe. To feel so small and worthless in comparison to them. For your body to be used in whatever manner they see fit and for them to still allow you to cum despite your purpose being for their enjoymentâŚ
You havenât stopped thinking about it.
About them.
About him.
Sukunaâs hand leaves your thigh as he addresses the room. Explaining how Toji miraculously decided to back off after a firm warning. No one believes it, but everyone is happy enough. But thereâs always going to be issues and problems when youâre involved in illegal activity. So despite your nose being buried in your phone, you canât say youâre surprised when you hear Sukuna move onto the next issue.
Uraume sees you smirking as your fingers tap away at your keyboard. And it makes her smirk, too.
Toji insisted that you put your number in his phone when you spent the night. Sukuna was using the bathroom, and he forced his phone into your shaky fingers. You were panicking, but you typed fast.
Youâve been texting non-stop ever since.
Uraume thinks youâre a naĂŻve fool.
She knows exactly what youâre doing because this is what she had envisioned from the very start. She orchestrated everything. She invited Tojiâs foot soldiers to start operating their business on Sukunaâs turf; just like she is the one who informed Sukuna of the invasion with such haste and loyalty.
She is the one who hinted at where they might find you that day you were shopping with Yuuji. And she is the one who let slip to Toji what your arrangement with Sukuna is.
Sukuna respects Uraume, but he doesnât give her nearly enough credit.
She has managed perfectly to drive a wedge between you that neither of you even know is there yet. His lack of respect for your body has driven you into the willing arms of another man. Only through texting, for now, but before long that wonât be enough for you. Sukunaâs jealousy and possessiveness have made him love you more, the scales have tipped the other way and it is all to benefit Uraume.
Sukuna will find out, sheâll make sure of that.
And whether he kills you or casts you aside, it matters not to her. Because his heart will be broken either way; and she will be there to pick up the pieces. Sukuna hates how jealous you are of Uraume. But neither of you have a single solitary clue that sheâs thinking all of this through right now.
Uraume feels a little bad for you, your intuition is keen. But Sukuna will never suspect a thing. Youâre just insecure, he thinks. But Uraume applauds you for having your guard up about her.
You were right to worry.
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F*** the Police
These assholes have no idea what's coming. They couldn't have known that every station in the city was recently bugged with subliminals. All their precincts have been hacked and now broadcast some very specific orders into the clueless minds of every working cop. No one knows it yet, but the police force is now an army of sleeper agents, ready to obey their conditioning with one simple trigger phrase...
"Fuck the police."
That's all you have to tell them.
Isn't it clever? Hundreds of people already hurl that phrase at pigs in uniform everyday. Just imagine an officer starting his shift, hearing the same insulting words he's heard a million times; only this time, the sound of it knocks the will right out of his body. Suddenly, his self-important personality is replaced with a new one that was specifically designed to humiliate and degrade him.
Think about our boys in blue swaggering around the city right now, intimidating us with their very existence. One "Fuck the police," and that law enforcer is at the whim of the protestor spitting in his face.
You're probably wondering what subliminal messages have been stuffed away inside their heads. Maybe you want to know what'll happen when you find a pig and say the magic words. Or maybe you're a filthy pig yourself, quivering in your state-issued, uniform boots.
Let's find out what New York's finest will do...
Officer Mikos was chasing down some teens after catching them spray painting near city hall. He'd almost hauled them into his cruiser when one shouted, "Man, fuck the police!"
The cop felt his feeble mind snap.
He started breathing heavily through a gaping mouth, looking at the 18 year-olds with a desperation that was not very becoming of a policeman. Drool poured out of his mouth and onto his uniform as he licked his lips suggestively. The cop was no longer bothered with laying down the law. Instead, he wanted, he needed these boys to fuck him up the ass.
His whole body craved to feel these vandals immasculate him publicly.
Of course, it was all in his head. Officer Mikos had spent plenty of hours working late at the precinct, so the conditioning had soaked deep into his skull. He was normally a straight-laced conservative man of the law, but that didn't stop him from rubbing his junk through his pants and slobbering all over himself.
"Fuck me," he moaned, "Please boys, fuck me."
The teenagers howled laughing, but even they were disgusted by the police officer's sudden flip in behavior. They didn't take him up on his request, preferring to run free. Officer Mikos was left to stagger off, shamelessly begging any passerby for sex. He needed someone, anyone to humiliate and fuck him.
Officer Bailey didn't get off so easy...
He was in the middle of breaking up a pub fight when one of the drunks slurred, "Fuck thuhplee..the police!" before puking.
The rookie cop might've been getting a handle on the two brawlers, but any control he'd had quickly dissipated. His eyes lost their focus and the baby pig lost all restraint, coming onto the inebriates like a back-alley whore. "Fuck me!" he begged, as one continued barfing and the other blindly stumbled into it.
Officer Bailey was suddenly filled with the knowledge that these two men, drunk off their asses, needed to screw him. It was the best way for him to disgrace himself, his uniform, and his department; which is exactly what the subliminal programming wanted him to do.
Barely able to think, one drunk said, "Warm ussup with that slobb'ry mouth of yers."
The policeman couldn't wait to get started.
Officer Bailey bobbed his wet lips on each of their sweaty dicks; he ripped his pants open and skewered his ass on their poles; but the real mission came after they grew bored of his sex. He couldn't let the opportunity to humiliate himself further just walk away, so he came up with new ideas! The cop offered to lick up their cum from the dirty asphalt, to let their piss air-dry on his face, to roll around in their vomit; anything to satisfy the voice in his head ordering him to degrade himself.
Eventually, the alcoholics tossed him aside, jokingly ordering him to throw himself away since they were finished. "Thaz where youz belongs, you pisa trashh!" the satisfied drunks garbled as they wobbled off.
Disgraced Officer Bailey couldn't keep the dumb smile off his face. He felt like he'd succeeded. He felt like, as a policeman, this garbage bin was where he belonged. He wouldn't be feeling that way forever.
In the harsh light of morning, the only comfort he had was knowledge that his humiliation was solely between him and the two drunks.
These next two weren't so lucky...
Dan and Frank were partners: police partners. As they would say, they weren't into any of that "gay crap." The two had actually bonded over their ideals of traditional masculinity and hatred of homosexuals. On any given day, you could find them camped on the highway, scowling about the last "fag" they had to interact with.
They couldn't think of anything more awful than being gay, so of course, when they heard "Fuck the police," their first inclination was to do the gayest shit ever.
"Fuck me," Officer Frank moaned to his partner as effeminately as his low voice could manage.
"No, fuck me!" Officer Dan whined, "You're so much bigger than me, so I should be the girl here."
Officer Frank couldn't wait any longer. He pulled Dan in and sucked his partner's face with the sloppiest kiss he'd ever given. They both created as many noises as possible, drawing a ton of attention to themselves. When they finally pulled apart, he said, "Let's go to that gay club down the street. I bet I can suck more cocks than you! I need to be the bigger police queer!"
"No way! I need to be the biggest faggot!"
With that, Officer Frank turned and marched down to the gay club, a place he normally pretended didn't exist. He was imagining crawling in on his hands and knees, putting his open mouth on the first crotch he saw.
Officer Dan hesitated. Normally he and Frank would stick together, but Dan was afraid Frank would steal all the gays away from him.
Licking his lips, the smaller policeman came up with a brilliant plan. He marched in the opposite direction, down towards the bridge. He knew there were dozens of homeless men down there who would gladly line up for his mouth. He was determined to suck more dick than Frank, and he was glad he was the one doing it with filthy hobos in public!
You think those two homophobes deserved it? There's no doubt about the next officer...
Bill Duncan is a long-time cop who comes from a family of law enforcers, but Bill is the only one that hasn't risen past the rank of petty officer. It probably has something to do with his history of aggression or his repeated DUIs. Still, Officer Duncan never got disciplined. His blue blood made sure of that.
It's a good thing he heard that "hoodlum" say "Fuck you, pig!"
The experienced cop had just been tailing a guy in a hoodie because he looked suspicious. In reality, Bill was just bored at work. That all changed after he heard those words.
His face brightened as a toothy smile spread into his round cheeks. "You're right. I am a pig," his scratchy voice sounded more animated.
"The fuck did you just say?"
"Come on!" Officer Duncan cried, leaning his thick frame towards his suspect "Give my lardy gut a good shake or kick me in the nuts! Anything to make this cop look like the fat ugly swine he is."
"Uh..."
"Oink," the policeman licked his lips playfully, "Are you still intimidated by me? How scary can a cop be if he shits his pants!"
With that, Bill groans, pushing a load out into his uniform pants, all while maintaining eye contact with the stranger. It's sticky, hot, and uncomfortable, but that only brings his twisted mind joy. That feeling is doubled when he sees his perp gasp in disbelief. He just can't help but humiliate himself in front of this guy.
"You like that?" he gasps, "Let me get a couple dozen donuts. You can see just how full of shit us cops are!"
Officer Duncan spent the rest of the night stuffing donuts into his face. The guy he'd been following tagged along, streaming the mess on social media. Bill's mindfucked brain was only too happy to be the butt of the joke. He made fun of law enforcement in every way he could think, while occasionally oinking at the camera.
So imagine the next time you get pulled over...
Are you going to exercise your right to bring those arrogant cops down a peg? All you have to do is say three simple words to trigger the conditioning etched in their brains. Just like that, Mr. Goody-two-shoes will be frothing at the mouth for a chance to degrade himself in front of you.
How are you going to make him do it?
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Tethered Bonds
â˝ Poly 141 x f!reader (Omegaverse AU)
A lucky stroke of fate led you right into the arms of your alpha soulmates. But is it everything you dreamed it would be or just the continuation of a nightmare?
Main Masterlist â˝ Ao3
â˝ Part Four - Hamster ball
See? The last update wasn't a fluke! :) Bit of a more easygoing chapter compared to the hecticness I've been subjecting our poor omega to. Bit more background on our girl. Give her a bit of breathing room before hopping back into more chaos.
Also: I've added a change to the reader's physicality. There's a reference to being underweight for medical reasons so I'm sorry if that takes any of you out of the experience. I try to not mess with that aspect, but I just felt it necessary given everything I put this girl through.
Trigger warnings: angst, depression, customer service, malnourishment
The dog survived.
Life had apparently decided against throwing you any more curveballs on your way back to the apartment â slushy roads and bad drivers notwithstanding (honestly, how could this many people forget what front wheel drive did on black ice and wet pavement?).
Densely populated areas gave way to suburban life as you drove the twenty minutes it took to escape the city center and arrive back into a world a little less crowded.
The area you resided in could generously be considered lower middle class. The crime rate was on the lower end of the spectrum though still a tinge too high for most members of polite society. Nothing too terribly outlandish; juvenile gang violence typical of a sizable city and the occasional asshat who decided the stuff in your car now belonged to him. But there was a police station a few blocks down the road from you that ran frequent patrols and the low level violence kept the rent at a decent affordability.Â
There were less and less brownstones the further east you traveled, row house opulence giving way to multi level apartment buildings interspersed amongst a smattering of mid century moderns. Grass became a thing again, but only in long strips running parallel with the sidewalk â unless you were fortunate enough to own a modest front lawn on a small corner lot. Not that it was visible beneath the eight inches of snow thatâd accumulated since it started falling late yesterday morning.Â
It was only late afternoon by the time you were back in familiar territory, but this close to the impending holiday the local residents left their Christmas lights on 24/7 it seemed. Most abodes were adorned with at least humble decorations.Â
Community members wrapped battery powered twinkle lights around the sparse barren elms, evergreen garland candy caning down metal street lamps, interlaced tinsel glimmering from passing headlights. Cheap vinyl stickers of cartoon snowmen and Santa's little helpers splattered across glass windows and sliding balcony doors in haphazard childish fashion. Mesh reindeer lawn ornaments and creepy animatronic statues recreating Saint Nickâs undertaking in kaleidoscopic â if not positively garish â displays.Â
Muddied coir welcome mats proclaiming âBlessed Yule!â. A giant inflatable dinosaur taking up way too much space and spinning an oversized dreidel. You even gave props to the guy with a grinch head popping out the top of his chimney, smirking deviously at the passersby down below as if they were in on the secret.Â
All walks of life celebrating the winter season in their own special ways.Â
You couldnât even remember the last time you bothered to hang a simple wreath.
You were fortunate enough to find decently close street parking as you pulled up to the curve, grateful the black Kia behind had left space enough for more than just a clown car. A group of rowdy boys bundled snug in thick mittens and hand-knit toques called for a ceasefire, taking your nearby arrival as an excuse to catch their breaths and stockpile more ammunition for the fierce battle they waged. Childish insults flew from behind snowy barricades as you stepped out of your car and onto the icy sidewalk.
It was a more than usual hassle making the trudge inside your apartment building. Normally you kept your grocery list light; manageable for the haul up three flights of stairs despite the fully functioning elevator. But with the previous weekâs illness eating into more of your food supply than normal youâd been forced to compensate for the barren cupboards.Â
Could you make multiple trips? Sure. Did you want to be outside in the blustery cold for longer than necessary? Nope. Hence the sight of you iron-manning your way through the buildingâs exterior entrance, clusters of bags biting into your arms even through your heavy winter coat, overstretched plastic really field testing its weight requirements and lumbering your already lethargic pace.
You were grateful that youâd remembered to double bag some of the heftier items, having almost made that same mistake the month prior if not for the shredding sound alerting you to the seam's fatal flaw. Thatâs all you needed was to be spending your evening on hands and knees mopping up shattered glass and pickle juice from grime-laden steps.
There's a sense of accomplishment as you haul the purchased goods over the threshold to your apartment, carefully depositing the burdensome load on the tile in front of your refrigerator, far too many to overwhelm your bite-sized kitchen table with. Doubling back to re-check the numerous door locks and deadbolts, you finally let loose a sigh as you kick off your snow boots and shuck the weighted material from your weary shoulders, hanging the ratty scarf on the hook next to it and giving your neck a chance to breathe again.
Rubbing the irritated skin hurt more than it helped. The damn thing was sensitive to abrasive material â only concealing it when absolutely necessary. Winter was easy; warmer months made the task trickier. Thankfully most people didnât stare much at an omega with a patch of gauze taped over her neck. Newly bonded designations wore it as a badge of honor, proudly proclaiming to the world at large that theyâd finally found their place amongst the upper echelons of packdom.
You, meanwhile, would have to be more careful in the future to wear turtlenecks if bombshell interactions were to become a normal occurrence. The last thing you needed were prying questions from nosy alphas.
A half gone tube of medicated ointment called your name from the bathroom counter, but the inflamed mating mark would have to wait until after you got the bulk of groceries put away. Canned items and other non perishables could be dealt with tomorrow. There was only so much strength left in your bones after a day like today.
The knock on your front door would have startled you worse if not for the preceding text message hailing the arrival.Â
âParanoidâ would be the appropriate term. Practically overnight you found yourself turning into one of those god awful annoying conspiracy theorists that hide in the dark cobwebs of the internet, spouting schizophrenic ravings of lunacy and government surveillance, too wrapped up in their straight jackets for oxygen to reach their corrupted brains.Â
It was hard not to be distrustful to any and all intruders of your dwelling, knowing full well the consequences that come from letting your guard down in a stunning display of naivety. The pinched tether on your bond reassured you of his distance, but he was far from being the only ill-intentioned alpha in a thousand mile radius.
Pulse fluttering like a baby bird and fingers flexing into trembling fists, you creep up to the peephole with all the finesse of a one-legged cat â despite knowing the face that would greet you on the other end. Per usual, the kind beta didnât take it personally when you opened the door with barely enough space to let her inside, squeezing through the gap provided and scooting out of the way while you relatched your pacifying security measures.
All she offered was her usual glowing smile and a box of double stuf oreos.
âHard day at therapy?â
Chloe had been an unexpected addition to the chaos of your life. For lack of in-unit appliances, the apartment complex housed a small laundry facility on the ground floor â free of charge, but awfully stifling come the summer months. Enough square footage that multiple people could use it at any given time, but not enough to hold even a quarter of the residents. On the weekdays, that damn thing could be packed tighter than a dented can of sardines (and smell just as fishy). It wasnât unusual to find your neighbors making the trek of shame back to their rooms, hefting a still-soiled bag of clothing, waiting another hour or so in hopes of trying their hand at the laundry lottery all over again.
You were embarrassed to say you avoided the place like the plague for the first month after moving in. After all, what did it really matter?Â
You didnât leave your apartment at the time. There was no need for decorum â no call to impress. And as an unpacked omega with disabling agoraphobia it sounded like the worst sort of torture porn experience. It had taken running out of febreze and being on the phone with your dads to finally venture down there at three oâclock in the morning on a random Tuesday in hopes the facility would be barren enough that your musky basket could stop reeking up your closet.Â
The scream you screamt upon turning the corner and finding another human being skulking around in the unlit void had you so sure your fatherâs were a hairs breadth away from calling down the fucking feds.
Turns out Chloe was a skittish thing a few years younger than you. A recent college graduate, this was her first real apartment outside of campus dorm life. But where you were up at the ass crack of dawn due to an anxiety-inducing aversion to civilization, she was down there to keep from running into the cute nerdy alpha across the hall and risking mortification at him peeping her dainty underthings.
Honestly you hadnât been sure the smell of urine was coming from either laundry basket.
Once youâd calmed down enough to pull your fathers off the edge of booking the next flight down there to rough up some nonexistent predator, youâd managed to finish your chores on opposite sides of the room, neither engaging in any conversation beyond muffled apologies of humiliation.Â
What followed was an uneasy truce born out of necessity, a silent acknowledgement that this would be a weekly safe space free from judgment and criticism. Silence turned to whispered greetings, whispers became timid banter, until eventually you were confessing in therapy to eating homemade peanut butter cookies on the floor in front of the laundry machines.
Now she was the only other person in this whole entire city besides Dr. Miranda that you could go to for advice and needed companionship.Â
Originally you had no intention of exhausting any more of your social battery than had already been consumed. But therapy wasnât for another week and you had too much bubbling inside to be contained by the cramped confines of your studio apartment. And Chloe was considerate enough that she knew not to overstay her welcome, her own introverted alarm clock ringing about the same time as yours.
âIf only that had been the hard part,â you replied with a sigh, taking the parcel of outstretched goods and moseying on over to your butt shaped indent on the far end of the couch.
The sound of creaky hinges and clattering plastic informed you of Chloeâs detour to the kitchen. âHas that rust-bucket jalopy of yours finally gone to the great big scrap metal in the sky?â
Everyoneâs a critic.
âHow about we donât put that out into the universe thank you very much.â Shoving a whole cookie in your mouth, you gratefully accept the cold glass of milk she passes over before taking up a spot on the cushion next to you, grabbing at her own treat from the open pack.
The mess of red curls atop her head and the loud pattern of her knit rainbow sweater deceptively implied a boisterous personality. Bright green eyes. A healthy dusting of freckles. Blue corduroy pants still smudged with gold leaf. One look at her 5 foot 11 stature and youâd think she was some sort of artistic fairy, flitting about from flower to flower like a social hummingbird. In truth sheâd gone to school for fine arts, but in preparation for a career in conservation â something quiet and away from the harsh critics where she could help express someone else's ideas instead of her own.
Her soft hazelnut scent matches her sympathetic smile, always patient and warm with you. âDoes it have something to do with why you smell like a latte? Oh dearâplease tell me no one spilled hot coffee on you today!â
You duck your head from her doe eyed worry and concerned frown of dread, focusing on the cold bite of milk on your fingers as you plunge another sugary morsel into your clear plastic cup.Â
As toxic as it might have been, you couldnât bring yourself to wash the scent of alpha from the pores of your skin.
âChloe, IâŚâ Here goes nothing. âI met someone yesterdayâŚâ
For the second time in less than four hours you found yourself spilling your heart to a friendly ear.Â
She heard all of it. The supermarket run-in. Tantalizing lemon. Silky coconut. Devastating chocolate. Therapy. The coffee shop mishap. Being gentled by a complete stranger.
The promise kept safe in your electronic device.Â
Where Dr. Miranda had broached the topic with a level-headed sense of therapeutic resolution, Chloe had all but clutched her pearls the longer your tantalizing tale was spun. She wore her expressions the way she wore her heart on her sleeve, squeezing the life out of a proffered couch pillow in a way that made you hope she didnât have any pets at home.
âHow could he possibly expect any of this to not come crashing down in a fiery hellscape of cataclysmic fury that would put Danteâs inferno to shame?â
Can you tell she went to catholic school?
âI mean⌠it's not like I caught him off guard technically,â you try to bargain. âLike yeah, todayâs meeting wasnât exactly on purpose, but they wouldâve had a whole night to discuss things amongst themselves. Maybe they just reached some sort of weird agreement with her?â
She bites her lip to hide the sympathetic frown. âDo you really believe that though?â
No. No you didnât.
It wasnât hard to put yourself in her shoes considering the thick iron cable anchoring you to another. If that bond came with passion... if you knew the cloying taste of devotion â the idolatry that comes from having your molecules grafted onto a loverâs DNA â youâd shred every muscle strand in your body, tear skin from bone with bloodied teeth to keep what was coveted.
And here you were. The other woman.
Suddenly the chocolate dessert didnât taste so appetizing.
At your lack of a meaningful answer, she unknowingly goes for the throat.
âPerhaps you should tell themââ
âNo.âÂ
The ice in your tone brokers no room for argument, instantly regretting the bite behind it as you watch her flinch back into the cushions with a meek whine.Â
Your expression softens in guilt. Chloe is just trying her best to help you navigate an otherwise impossible scenario. Her suggestion doesnât come from a place of cruelty, only one of care. Even if it does speak of ignorance.
Not that she didn't still try.
âWouldnât you want to know if the roles were reversed?â
âAnd what good would that do?â you press far more gently this time, the acid of pain climbing up the back of your throat. âNo matter what they say thereâs no tangible future for us. That ship has well and truly sailed â I know that now. My destiny was signed with an iron pen and the deed says I belong to him.â
Your voice quivers on the last word, the sting of acceptance cutting into flesh with a rusty barbed wire. You never thought there could be a feeling worse than hopelessness.
âTelling them will only ensure that both parties suffer for anotherâs twisted scheme,â you continue past the lump in your throat, âand I wonât subject them to the burden that should be only mine to bear. I refuse to let them live with that guilt.â
Maybe itâs her beta upbringing that keeps her from fully understanding the colossal weight of putting your bonded through such inner turmoil. Chloe will never know what it means to share someone's emotions across an unwavering connection. Pack life isnât barred from her, but the same primal urges that draw us towards our mates are nothing but strings of thread easily pruned.Â
Truthfully most betas never want it. To them, we all drew the short end of the straw; being forced into subjugation by ancient instincts that never shed their skin after the last ice age.Â
After the eternally looping rollercoaster that's been holding you prisoner the past four years, you can't say you disagree with them anymore.
â...maybe they chew with their mouths open.â
The huff she pulls from your chest is genuine, catching you off guard with the attempt at levity, the small roast doing its job of diffusing the atmosphere. Her extemporaneous remark reflects the giggles in her eyes begging you to play along.
âBet they donât wash their buttcracks either,â you add with a half-grin after a few moments of quiet, relishing in the way she covers her mouth to stifle a snort. Her energy is endearing, granting you leave to feed off the sunrays of her carefree aura, unblemished by the malice of a hateful underbelly, continuing for the next couple minutes that her presence lingers.
If only laughter was all it took to make everything better.
Consciousness greets you like a lifelong friend â one waiting to welcome you into outstretched arms, promising comfort and geniality with its disarming smile, swaddling you in a blanket so thick and plush it cradles you like a pregnant motherâs womb. It beckons with a silvery tongue, promising a joyful reunion as you give yourself over freely under the guise of a fresh start.
All the easier for it to slip a knife between your ribs.Â
You shouldâve known better.
Sleep hasnât been your ally since the night before the incident. Rest is not restful; it is a time where the walls between protection and abuse are at their thinnest. Where the toxic sludge of your connection oozes through the cracks like bubbling tar and coats your insides with its virulent adhesive. It chokes you with its noxious miasma, seeping into dreams and disturbing the regenerative process vital to your health.
Each day starts the same â dealing with the consequences of life on a strained leash.
Awareness comes into focus next like a camera in the exclusion zone, grainy and crackling under the effects of radioactivity while spreading like the beginnings of cancer through the pores of your skin. It clings around the edges, lethargic in its letting go, giving way only to the melodic chiming of your phoneâs alarm that might as well be set to a booming fog horn.Â
Eyelashes crusty with dried salt crystals peel apart like fly paper, pupils fully dilated as the blackout curtains remove the need for constriction. The rumpled towel beneath you leaves tender spots on your back from where it bunched up in the night â a result of the fitful writhing when the nightmares your mind guards you from remembering leave your body feverful and drenched, soaking through the lightweight sheets and condensing in a thin layer of slimy moisture.
And the nausea.
God, the nausea.
The condition was a constant in your life, but its disruption was the worst during the early hours of the day.
Movement requires a delicate balance first thing in the morning. Jostle your body too much and the empty bin wedged between your bed and your nightstand gets reacquainted with the bile of your stomach (theyâre apparently in an intimate relationship that youâre just sandwiched between like an awkward third wheel).
Problem is, barring the use of hefty restraints, it's impossible to know which side of the bed youâll be waking up on. Literally.Â
Some days you find yourself facing the drab interior of your studio apartment rather than covered window panes, knowing the energy required to roll over towards the small nightstand will likely result in the emptying of your insides. Sleeping on your back had potential, but your form preferred to curl in on itself for lack of anything else to bring it comfort.
Lady Luck had apparently seen enough of your mental breakdowns the past forty eight hours to grant you a reprieve, taking pity on your string of misfortunes as the first thing your eyes take in upon blinking free from sand is the heavy satin of your window coverings keeping in the dark â some lavender pattern to help match the rest of your nesting materials. Theyâre still fresh out the box after all these years, though the accumulation of filth would tell you otherwise, dust bunnies taking up residence on the weighted linen.
Your furnishings havenât been bathed in sunlight since the moving van.
The well-loved bottle of Zofran sits in its spot on the corner of your nightstand, next to your still ringing phone and a robin's egg stanley, a glass picture frame shoved in the far corner on the other side of your table lamp.
Still wrapped in a thick fog of drowsiness, leaden muscles flex and groan as your arm stretches the short distance, ears taking priority and fingers tapping at the illuminated screen until they locate the damn snooze button. Popping the small oval pill comes next, chasing it with lukewarm water before burrowing back down into the soft minky goodness of your comforter.Â
You're awake an hour before you need to be, but not to get anything done. No rejuvenating shower. No balanced breakfast and a half hour of yoga. Just adjusting to the abject misery your bond greets you with every day as a not so gentle reminder of the alpha you left behind.Â
Itâs a constant struggle to remind yourself that the suffering is worth it for the lifetime of abuse from which you escaped. Better to be tormented by a path you chose than one unwillingly taken.
About forty minutes go by before the medication kicks in enough to allow you freedom of movement, pulling yourself from the tangles of your bedding with aching joints and low fuel reserves. Walking into the bathroom, you squint against the blinding overhead fluorescents, rubbing the spots from your eyes as you take in your frumpy reflection.
Thereâs a photograph next to your bed that you havenât glanced at in a few months. Six familiar faces beaming into a camera lens somewhere high in the mountains. A family vacation from eight years ago; the best summer of your life.Â
That girl in the picture is nowhere to be found.
Spiritless eyes meet your gaze in the glass, early crows feet forming from periods of prolonged stress. A bone deep exhaustion reflected in your undereye bags, the dull pallor of your complexion. The frizziness of unmoisturized locks begging for a drink. Wind chapped lips and an eternal frown.Â
The oversized shirt hangs baggy on your form, once belonging to your brother but now in your possession. If you lifted up the garment you could practically count the ribs, a once healthy layer of fat and muscle cannibalized by famished cells and underutilization. It's hard to keep on weight when your stomach rejects the nourishment you try to provide.
If this is the empty shell youâve become a full continent away from him then itâs hard to imagine what lifeless husk of a creature you mightâve deteriorated into under his brand of care.Â
Thereâs no more energy left by the time you do your business and finish brushing your teeth, knowing what few bolts remain will have to go towards the impending headache of customer service. Taming your unruly hair will just have to wait until later â if at all.
You flick the lights on as you pass, trudging on shaky legs to the cabinets above the microwave. Thereâs still too much unease in your tummy for your usual coffee order, opting for a mug of herbal tea to help settle the irritated organ, a spoonful of honey cutting through the mild bitterness. Settling on a sleeve of poptarts for a lazy breakfast, you lumber your way over towards the couch and the awaiting annoyances.
Opening shifts were always the worst.Â
Originally youâd approached the company with open availability in hopes of bettering your chances at landing a remote job. In those days, commuting to a location had been out of the question. It took months of submitting applications â relying solely on your family for all your expenses â before someone finally gave you an opportunity to rejoin the workforce.
(You wept the day you received the offer from HR. Having even a sliver of autonomy returned to you after a tumultuous period without it was as the first melting snow of a long envisioned spring).
Unfortunately it meant you were handed the hours no one else wanted to take. Most days that was the early shifts.Â
Itâs not like you work a whole hell of a lot. The job itself is only part time after all and fairly easy; fourteen hours max per week. But youâd quickly learned that the later you were scheduled, the clearer your brain was to focus, the better you performed overall.Â
Now if only the big wigs at corporate would allow you to update your availability. When last youâd scrounged up enough courage to broach the topic to your immediate supervisor you were promptly informed that there was no current flexibility to your role and, when pressed, sent a look via Zoom that clearly said don't push it.
So much for âwarm family environmentâ.
A small rolling side table acts as your makeshift desk, the apartment too cramped for something proper no matter how many attempts to tetris the layout. One of your fathers had come up with the brilliant solution while shopping at ikea for new end tables, spotting the piece of furniture and shipping it out to your location. Youâd had to brave the awkward visit of the buff delivery man for a signature â hiding behind the door jamb like a sketchy criminal â but the purchase had been well worth it for how cluttered your poor kitchen table had previously looked, a jumbled mess of pens and wires, certifiably hazardous with its lengthy extension cord.
Armed with soothing chamomile and a warm knit blanket thrown over your lap, you boot up your laptop and log onto the program that would keep you chained to it for the next six hours.
Ask anyone that deals with customers directly: Christmas is the least wonderful time of the year.
Garbled phone calls over shitty receptions. The droning monotony of preplanned scripts. Old bitties recounting eight decades of family drama. Mass hysteria around shipping delays. âHappy Birthday Steveâ and the audible slick of his palm. Entitled socialites for whom the word âpleaseâ never came preinstalled in their gold filigree hoity-toity dictionaries.Â
The fifteen minute break is almost insulting. As if anyone can decompress in such a meager timespan. Itâs no wonder why people used to chainsmoke their way through the stress of their jobs.
You try to remind yourself of the before times â the trials and tribulations that came from previous employments. Long grueling hours spent pent up in bustling kitchens, the dinner rush on crab leg nights testing your arm strength and patience for slow steamers. Pushy roofing salesmen harping over impoverished neighborhoods. Car guys calling you toots and insisting on being assisted by a âreal professionalâ.
This job was by far the most laid back. No fussing over business casual, no extroverted coworkers crowding your space, no bosses micromanaging for the sake of being assholes. You were living a cushy life by comparison.
But then your mind wanders to Jose on the third floor kitchen, busy doing prep work for the various departments; a kind man once he warmed up to you and found you competent enough to last. Always sneaking you tender bites of grilled meats and a bowl of creamy lobster bisque.
Nyle bringing you ladies in the office a round of Starbucks when he came in for mandatory meetings. Sharing music with Stacy and gabbing about just aired episodes of your favorite tv show. Heather bringing in fresh blueberry bear claws from the local bakery near her home.
Going to the irish pub across the street with the guys in finance that knew the owners, getting drunk off free whiskey and cider on Friday nights. All smiles and laughter as you twirl across the dance floor to a live band performing hits from musicians like Flogging Molly and Great Big SeaâŚ
âŚand you realize just how much you took for granted. That thereâs a palpable difference between surviving and living.
You donât even notice youâre six minutes over break until your laptop pings from someone trying to get in touch with you, startling you out of melancholic reminiscence and bringing you back to a somber present that longs for the taste of livelihood.
That time has ended; those figures mere ghosts of a past better left forgotten in the vaults of your memory.
Now, you make a small but tidy living solving other people's problems a few hours a week. Enough to pay for personal bills, groceries, and the occasional indulgence while your fathers provide the bulk of your utilities and the sum of your rent. Your lost independence used to bother you more, but the thought of a homeless shelter quickly silenced your tongue.
Your cellphone reads one oâclock by the time you're freed from servitude, happy to be logging off as you push the rolling setup back out of the way. The air bubbles between the contours of your spine pop and crackle as you rise to your feet, ignoring the rush of lightheadedness from six hours remaining stationary. Resisting the urge to itch at the healing scab on the side of your neck, you pad into the kitchen to whip up a turkey sandwich â cautiously optimistic on the inclusion of juicy pickles â before plopping back down in your usual spot.
The acidity doesnât seem to upset your stomach any further, allowing you to munch in peace on the simple scrapings of lunch, scrolling through the kindle app on your phone for something to occupy your time with.
Thereâs never much to do around here when the people in your life are busy living their own. Your family checks in on you every so often, catching you up on the goings-on in the quiet neighborhood, your father taking the opportunity to gush about his lego collection to someone other than his partner for a change. You miss the camaraderie that came with building the Death Star.
Despite living hundreds of miles away, their calls always made you feel as if you were gathered around the sectional in the warm lit interior of the sprawling living room, Christmas tree glowing by the light of the fire, a hot cup of cocoa and the merriment of family.
The same couldnât be said for your younger brother Alex.
Ever since moving out at eighteen he'd become quite a prick, a beta complex a mile wide that only got worse when he surrounded himself with the wrong kinda crowd. The loss of his once fervent companionship had devastated you. After the accident that brought your parents to an early grave, youâd kept each other afloat through turbulent waves of depression, tidal waves of grief. Six became four, but â even though that wound would never fully heal â you still had the strength of their love to turn to when forgone memories played like black and white film.
But after that last argumentâŚ
Four became three.
It's been years since you last had any type of contact outside the occasional cheap greeting card â just another notch added to your mile long grinchmas belt come the holidays.
Fuck him.Â
Shaking yourself out of that spiraling rabbit hole, you turned back to the task of entertainment at hand. Since you didnât feel like spending any more time on the phone listening to idle chatter than you already had today, you settled for choosing a book at random from your extensive TBR, diving into a medieval fantasy where brave warriors slayed evil dragons and an honorable knight could still save a princess.Â
The minute hand goes round and round.
Dinner is as simple an affair as lunch; a cheap frozen pizza popped in the oven adding an extra layer of warmth to the already balmy interior. Thereâs no need for a plate as you pull it off the wire rack onto the cardboard box it came in, gooey cheese bubbling hot and steamy, sizzling toppings shiny with bright orange grease, savory aromas wafting as they ride the circulation of the antiquated heating system.Â
Years of battling chronic fatigue have made you crafty, cutting corners on labor with gathered tips and tricks accumulated over hours of lengthy research. Thereâs no need to add to your pile of dishes; no plates or utensils to scrub free of dried food particles. Just you and your fingers tearing through the saucy meal chunk by chunk.
Dr. Miranda tells you it's all about the little victories. The moments of accomplishment no matter how insignificant. Doesnât matter how you get the job done so long as it happens. Roll out of bed? Thatâs a win. A sleeve of ritz crackers for a meal? Glad you got sustenance. Just because you werenât claiming a nobel prize didnât mean your triumphs were any less important.Â
Didnât leave much in the way of riveting stimulation though. Just acclimatizing you to existing in a hamster ball where the difference between day and night is as little as the am or pm on the clock.Â
After all, it wasnât like your body signaled a change in energy levels. Thereâs no âgetting tiredâ when you never wake up.
The only time you ever felt a sense of normalcy was when you started the process of getting ready for bed, pinpoint focus narrowing in on the task of fixing your nest. Logic shuts down and gut feeling takes the reins. You lose yourself in the fussing over placement of plush fleece and textured sherpa, jersey knit sheets and squishmallow plushies. Weighted quilt blankets and cloud-fluffy pillows of various shapes and sizes, the assortment of pastel pinks and lush earthy greens giving off the enchanted forest vibes held dear to your heart.Â
It wasnât large or luxurious by any means, but the few modest pieces you did have were plenty enough for the cozy space, strewn across the full sized bed in an organized haphazard chaos understood only by the omega instincts that dictate your actions.Â
Only, thereâs something wrongâŚ
You lament the smell of mildew as your nose breathes in the cloth of your pillowcase, whining in dejection at the offense to your delicate olfactory senses and pawing at the material in shame.Â
An omegaâs nest is a vital part of the care and keeping of their fragile emotional state. Oftentimes theyâre seen as a reflection of their owner's inner consciousness and a handy tool to monitor their anxiety levels on a day to day basis. An unkempt nest can not only signal deeper depression, but if neglected for too long may result in bodily dysregulation that can affect them even right down to a molecular level, throwing hormones out of whack and causing real physical illness.Â
Your nest hasnât been properly cleaned in far too many months â no doubt adding to the high levels of stress that already permeate your everyday life. The sacred space thatâs supposed to be your safe haven acts as just another graphic reminder that heâs taken everything from you. There's no true relaxation in your life because of it.Â
For what was the point of washing the sweat-stained fabric if thereâs no stopping it getting soiled again the following night?
Pulling the musky sheets up to just below your chin, you stare blankly at the evidence of what happens when you get your hopes up, sitting plugged into the charger on the corner of your nightstand.
The phone hasnât rang once.Â
Youâve been religiously checking the screen all day. Turned the volume from vibrate to blaring. Unclicked âdo not disturbâ mode (turns out even telemarketers think youâre a waste of time). The device went everywhere with you, whether it was ten feet to the bathroom or six inches across the couch. Your desperation might have been otherwise embarrassing, but there was no worry of judgment besides your own in the guarded solitude of your apartment.
He'd given you a thimble of hope, and you were clinging to it like the last drop of water.
Whether it be a call or text; you didnât know. But he promised you... promised you⌠that youâd be hearing from him soon. Threatened you against inaction on your part. And youâd just believed him. Believed that even for a moment â some tiny fraction of oblivion â there could exist a world where you didnât have to feel quite so fucking alone.
What exactly has he been up to? Some prior commitment that pulled him from his phone? Maybe heâs just stuck at work all day? But then surely he doesnât pull twelve hour shifts. Not like you found out their given occupations yet. Which means heâs gotta be sick, right? The weatherâs been atrocious and you hadnât physically seen him get in a car when he left.Â
Shit! He went home smelling like you. How did the pack react?Â
How did she react?Â
They didnât get into a fight did they? She probably forced him to delete your contact info. God, you were so selfish putting them through this mess. But hadn't John been selfish too in wanting to keep you around? Was that really a pack decision?
The tears culminating in your eyes were pathetic. Acid rain bleaching your pillowcase in big caustic globules, seeping into the fabric and burning through the thin membrane of your cheeks. Bitter rage tainted the half formed excuses, corrupting like malware into personal betrayal.
How could you be so foolish? What part of âyouâre not allowed to be happyâ did you not comprehend? Hadnât you already learned not to shoot for the stars, much less the occupants of unit 2B?!Â
Poor, stupid omega.
You grasped your chest as if that could stop whatever clawed beast was burrowing its way past your ribcage to dig out a hole and lay its clutch. Flicking the bedside lamp off brought you as much darkness outside as there was feasting on your entrails and gorging itself for a long unforgiving winter.
Curling up in your repugnant nest, you couldnât keep your heart from shattering as each teardrop extinguished the sputtering flame of hope.
You never got around to fixing your hair.
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Why⌠Why⌠Why⌠You wanted to ask. You wanted to scream out tillâ your lungs give you in. Your feet were planted on the ground firmly, refusing to move an inch as you watch the Harbinger pierce his blades into the chest of your mother repeatedly, the water of his weapon slowly being stained with dark blood, blood thatâs mixed with different victims that have witnessed his wrath. Including yours. You eye the wound on your arm, the red liquid was still dripping and staining the ground under you. âWhyâŚâ it barely even came out as a whisper, more like a simple breath of the wind most people would ignore but not to him. What can you expect from a man that made You, a person he should have cared less for, his main priority in his life.
âWhyâŚ?â you sobbed out, bringing your head up from the floor to find him staring right back at you. The Harbinger stands up and carelessly lays your mother figure to the ground before kicking it out of his sight, dissipating his water blades into thin air as blood continues to stain him and maybe you in the process. ââWhy,â you ask?â Childe hums, making his way towards you, raising his hand to meet your cheek but you slap it away before he could even touch. âAnswer me.â you grit your teeth at the man who was smiling sadistically at you.
âWow, what a feisty girl. Didnât know you had it in you, love.â he chuckles, his hand coming in contact with your hand, gripping it and dirtying it with mixed blood. You groan and pull your hand away from his grasp and land a hit on his face. You leave him breathless for a second before his pupils dilated, touching the very spot you slapped him on and caressing it. âYouâve changed quite a lot.â
âI could say the same for you, Tartaglia.â you scoot away from him, your fists clenching in case he makes another move on you. He simply just laughs, each breath he takes, his laughter goes lower and lower until he is glaring at you with that very same sinister grin on his face. âAs much as everything you do makes me breathless,â he says through his smile, âYou speaking my codename isnât it. Change that up, hun.â
âNothing you do will make me change what I feel about you.â A hint of resentment was visible in your eyes, your pupils decreasing its usual size. You tried⌠Tried to seem threatening but to him he adored it. Even if you managed to intimidate him, he wouldnât really back out, can he? He knows heâs stronger. Heâs a survivor of the Abyss, the Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. Even if he was the Eleventh, the title of being a Harbinger alone is impressive and shows a symbol of great power and strength.
âYou think so?â Childe sniggers. âI know so.â you reply boldly, attempting to stand back up only to get knocked down by the stomach by Childeâs elbow, âOh, weâre not done yet. Youâre staying here until our business is done.â you glare at his response, what does this man mean by business? If he means torturing you more than you know that seeing your family die before your eyes is more than torture. You attempt to dart away from him if standing wasnât an option but he stops you by gripping your ankle.
âGet your fucking hand away from me, Tartaglia.â you sneer but it doesnât stay for longer when he has his hand around your neck and pins you down, using it as a leverage. You can see his eyes darkening from your lips simply saying his title. âLike I said⌠Youâre staying here until our business is done, [Y/N].â he emphasized with a growl at the end of the sentence as he quickly squeezed your throat. You felt the wetness in the corners of your eyes drip as he pushed you further into the ground. Eyes widening instantly when you realize heâs blocking your airway by choking you, his grip on your neck was unbearably tight and if he continued to stay like this you wouldâ
You canât breathe, youâre letting out panic and quick pants from your mouth as you try to get his grasp from your throat by pulling his wrist away but heâs stronger⌠You know that. So why not give up? You donât want to. You canât either. You try to kick him off with your legs punching his gut, Childe only groaned and laughed. âHah,â he sighs, but that quickly turns into loud laughter.
âHaha!â he jests, pushing you on the floor as your consciousness slowly slips away from you. âGo on! Keep trying, it makes the job easier. Just look at you, turning blue from my hand around your throat.â he muses, a grin forming on his face sinisterly. You want to argue, but not in this situation. You could barely breathe and voicing out your thoughts will worsen. But in the end, youâd faint from the loss of breath and he would win in the end. He can easily overpower you anytime he wants. Thatâs a perk of being a Harbinger trained under an unknown woman from the Abyss.
âSleep well. Iâll be waiting.â he coos lowly, your eyelids drooping lower as you let out your last breath before you faint. Once you do, he slowly pulls his grasp around your throat and admires the handprint on it. A nice dull, desaturated red. Almost the color of the blood of his opponents. Childe brings your unconscious body into his embrace and carefully stands up, looking back to see the limp figures of your family members laying on the floor, all bloodied and dismembered from his hold. If he could be honest, it was their fault, they disapproved of him ever since he was a member of the Fatui and the idea of their precious daughter to get associated with him was something theyâd never want. You were okay in keeping contact with him and didnât think much of his status. But that didnât go through with your family. They even go as far as to separate the two of you and cut all ties with his family in order to keep you safe and away from him.
Oh what a bad decision they made.
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Your eyes groggily open, and your body twitches beneath the mattress you were sleeping on. Your hand tries to touch your brow, but something prevents it. You examined your wrists and discovered that it was connected to the headboard of the bed, leaving you vulnerable and unable to move. You struggle under the restraints, desperate to be freed but a door has already been opened before you could move any further. "Ah, you're awake," says a familiar voice from the other side of the room, as footsteps approach your bed.
âI hope you donât mind the chains. I didnât want you escaping so this was a better alternative!â A glee came from Childe, that broad and boyish smile of his not wavering one bit when he sees your harsh glare. âLet me go,â you growl, shuffling on the bed aggressively but it only worsens the pain on your wrists.
âOh come on, donât get mad at me now. Be thankful you got chained in my bedroom instead of something much brutal.â He grabs your chin to stop you from moving too much, his grip is tight, one wrong breath and heâll tighten it more so you sit still.
All of the sudden, his grin widens, but not in a good way. âOr maybe youâd like what I originally planned more.â The dark glint on his eyes becomes evident, âBut letâs get you fed first. Itâs been hours since youâve passed out and you must be starving after that long!â And it switches up all too suddenly. Itâs as if the man forgot that he kidnapped you and did monstrous things to your family.
He then places the tray on a desk near the bed. Childe eyes the handcuffs on your hand and shrugs, âYouâll get used to this.â He assures you, taking the hot, steaming bowl of soup and placing it near your face, the spoon already scooping the broth and placing it in front of your lips.
âCome on. Say âahhââ the ginger-head instructs, blowing air on the spoonful of stew so youâre able to consume it. You wanted to protest but your stomach grumbles before you can do so, making the harbinger chortle. âMight as well open your mouth. Itâll make things easier for you⌠And your stomach.â He points out.
You purse your lips, shaking your head. This causes Childe to frown heavily, âYou really are stubborn, arenât you?â His jaw clenches, âYouâre lucky Iâm a patient man. Now, eat.â He shakes his hand, a little too aggressively but not enough to spill the bouillon. âNo,â You furrow your brows, turning your head away from the spoon. âYou heard me the first time.â You argued back, your fists already clenched. You wouldâve thrown a punch on him if you could if it werenât for the handcuffs.
âYou really donât know who youâre messing with, [Y/N].â The way he spoke your name was strong, almost intimidating. âI can shut the fucking mouth of yours if I wanted to. Hell, Iâll do that right now.â Childe smiles grimly, the sinister gleam on his eyes shine, the hand that was holding the spoonful of soup placed inside of his mouth, his free hand clutching onto your shirt and pulling you raspingly into his lips, forcing you to drink in the hot liquid.
You feel his tongue penetrate through your lips, forcing them open. Your chin was trapped between his fingers and he uses this to tilt your head backwards so you can drink the broth that he pours. You feel yourself coughing into Childeâs lips but he doesnât budge one bit, only pushing you down the mattress with his arm behind your neck. Your attempts in pushing away were fruitless, so your only choice was biting his lip until it bled.
Fortunately that worked, though he didnât pull away instantly. He let his tongue explore your mouth before doing so, it seems like he was enjoying how the soup tastes mixed with his blood. Childe lets out a few breaths before looking down at you, the corners of his mouth still stained with a bit of red liquid and dried up broth. âDonât you think Iâm done with you. You barely finished a portion of the soup.â He chuckles, his hand making its way to the bowl to scoop more fluid into his mouth until your foot kicks his thigh, making him freeze and look towards you.
âI-Iâll eat⌠Just not from your mouth.â You try to reason with him but he continues to drink up the liquid, his cheeks puffing a bit from the soup taking up the space inside of his mouth. You just know that he wasnât going to do it your way by the way heâs leaning down on you and pressing his lips against yours. Pouring in whatever he has in your mouth yet again. You furrow your brows as tears flow down your cheeks, the taste is bitter. It leaves a bad taste on your tongue and a fog in your mind.
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You pant heavily, your chest was visibly rising from up and down as you stare up at Childe without breaking eye contact. The man didnât show one bit of remorse for what heâs done to you. That shit-eating grin that was spread across his face shows it. He shuffles and rises up from the bed, taking the half-eaten bowl of soup before walking away. The moment heâs at the door, he turns his head to look back at you, eyes watching you from head-to-toe before nodding and walking away, seemingly amused.
You shake on Childeâs bed, throwing your head back as you sob. What have you fucking gotten into? Your eyes are squinted tight, your wrists are still painfully wounded from how forceful Childe was when handling your body not too long ago when youâre trying to set them free from the chains. To set yourself from things getting worse. You couldnât stop wiggling your body on the mattress in an attempt to loosen yourself from the handcuffs.
This couldâve ended differently⌠Maybe if you knew and saw the red flags in his letter or the way he acted when he was around you, you wouldâve escaped. But you should doubt that. The manâs a Harbinger, a child who fell into the Abyss, a striving and unmatched warrior and most importantly, a manipulative companion who always gets what he wants. And you being a long-time friend only worsens it since the both of you knew each other more deeply than anyone else. He knew your weaknesses, your likes, dislikes and everything.
And you donât know any of his weaknesses. It was hard to guess. You only knew a few and it was you. But being his weakness also means being his strength, you know how you get him. You were his source of motivation. If you werenât then he wouldnât be torturing people to tell him about your whereabouts ever since your family cut ties with him.
âDonât sleep on me now~ We still have yet to clean you up!â Childe chimes in the room once again, a towel in his hand as he approaches and kneels on the floor. His arms are on the mattress of the bed, his head firmly placed in between them as he stares at you. âI havenât bathed you properly and seeing the stains on your shirt, you wouldnât be comfortable sleeping in something dirty, right?â He attempts to sway you. âI may be a bad guy, but Iâm no monster.â You wanted to laugh. What the actual fuck does he mean by that?
You decide not to protest. You were too tired to do so and your lips could barely sound out a breath. âGood girl.. Youâve finally learned your lesson!â Childe grins at the wig hut of your tired face, the blush on your cheeks evident from the messy and hard kisses heâs been giving you. He trails his finger on them, slowly moving them downwards until they reach your neck, carefully grasping it, causing you to choke on your deep breaths.
âGood girls deserve rewards, correct?â Childe tilts his head with that stupid grin on his face. He must be proud at how much of a mess heâs made out of you. How much control he has over you. He knows you know it, heâs laughing to himself right now. âSo let me reward you..â His smile drops, as well as his voice.
He didnât waste a millisecond to bring his right arm under your knees and his left arm beneath your back. Shaking you a bit so that you wouldnât sleep when he bathes you. âStay awake for me, pretty. Donât want you drowning.â He snickers with a teasing grin on his face. He takes quick but careful steps to the open door that leads to the bathroom. He sat you down in the bathtub and prompted you to take your clothes off. You can feel the embarrassment bubble up inside of you as well as your jaw tightening. âCome on, now. Donât get too shy~ Youâre gonna get used to this soon enough.â he traces the shape of your cheek before he lets his finger move lower to your neck to unbutton one button of your collar.
âYouâre a big girl now, right?â He murmurs softly, grabbing your hand and placing it on your shirt, silently commanding you to undress. âBut I donât mind if I could do it instead. Iâd be more than happy to see you trust in me in this.â Childe was trying his best to go easy on you. He knew he wouldnât go anywhere if he continued to torture you.
Heâll make sure heâs all you can rely on. The only person you can trust in this dim cabin in the middle of nowhere.
âNo.. I can do it.â You push his hand away as you slowly unbutton your shirt, each time you show a bit of your skin with each button, his gaze intensifies. He couldnât help but put his hands on the sides of your stomach, his thumb brushing the soft and bare skin. He leans in and uses his teeth to drag the collar of your shirt to the side to reveal more of your figure. âSo pretty..â he praises, licking a stripe of your shoulder. You sat there, frozen and clutching onto his shirt, attempting to push him away.
He notices this and controls his urges. Heâs not gonna do anything, yet. âUndress the rest of your clothing for me.â He pulls away and stands up to discard his gloves. You do as he says and unzip your jeans, kicking them off. You were only left with your undergarments and the way he eats up every bare skin of your body makes you feel unsafe to what heâs gonna do next.
Childe really has a hard time breathing at the sight of you. God heâd just take you there right now but he slaps himself to the thought of it. âNot yet..â He scolds himself internally. Heâll do it once the time is right. For now, he needs you cleaned up. âTake those off too.â You swore you heard a low grunt at the end of his sentence but you didnât dare question it. You unclip your bra from behind, struggling a bit from taking it off before finally letting it fall off your shoulders and onto your lap.Â
Childe stares at you, admiring every curve and contour but he snaps out of it once your hands lowered to take off your underwear too. His eyes were stuck on your lap and at the sight of your cunt. He lets out a heavy huff he didnât know he was holding for so long and grabs your undergarments, placing them in the sink. A moment later, he turned on the water faucet and washed your naked body with soap. Occasionally brushing the scars (that he made) with his thumb to soothe you (as well as admiring it as if itâs a work of art.)
It didnât take too long to finish bathing you. Itâs probably the first time youâve behaved around him but that doesnât mean youâll tolerate him for long. Childe gently grabs your chin and tilts it upwards for your eyes to face him. You thought heâd do something he wasnât supposed to but he just simply caressed the bruise on your cheek. You could only sigh and hope whatever he wanted to do just finishes.
âLetâs get you settled..â Childe gets up from his kneeling position and grabs a white towel. He turns his head and gestures to you to get out of the tub. You did what he commanded and stood up from the water and stepped out of it. You cringe at the cold breeze meeting your skin as the water droplets sticking on your drop to the ground.
You notice the ginger-haired manâs hesitance when seeing your bare body in all of its glory. The water made your skin glisten a bit, all he wanted to do now was mouth your neck, your collarbone, literally anywhere. He wasnât being picky at this point. He just wanted his hands all over your body.
He couldnât contain himself much longer and dropped the towel as he desperately strides towards you to wrap his arms around your waist and pull your wet body on his clothed one. His hands obsessively ravaging your hips and your back, âFuck⌠So pretty for me, yeah?â He grunts at the feeling of being so close to you, chest-to-chest, trapped in his arms with no escape and no choice but to deal with his horrid affection. âAll for meâŚâ His fingers pat your bare hip until it reaches your ass, squeezing it lightly. You froze and clutch onto his shirt, âStop⌠Please..â You plead, but he growls. âFine..â he responds but doesnât let you distance yourself from him.
Childe grabbed the towel that fell on the floor, he turns to you again and dry your body up, periodically brushing your intimate parts with his lips, saying it was to quicken the process. He wasnât even trying to make a better excuse.
With one last stroke of the towel around your breasts, he pulls away and admires his work. âIâll get you some clothes. Come with me.â he places the towel on a towel rail and leads you toâ most likelyâ his room.
He sits you down on the edge of the bed as he explores through a closet of clothes. Maybe⌠Just maybe you could knock him out. He was really distracted at the moment but you donât have anything to attack him with. Even if you did, youâd be dead. Heâs not that weak nor does he have slow instincts to sense whatâs wrong.
âHey..â Childe snaps his fingers in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance. Your eyes widen and blink a few times before looking up at him, confused. Childe stares at you for a moment before letting out a chuckle and sighing, amused at your act. âDone daydreaming, sweetheart?â he teases before handing you some folded group of clothes. âYouâll catch a cold if you stay like that for too long. But I donât mind such a sight either way⌠Iâll think of other ways to heat you up if you let me.â He smirks and you internally cringe at his remark in trying to bed you.
âIâll be fine. Thank you, Childe.â You grin awkwardly at him and attempt to grab the clothes from his hands but he refuses to give you it. â[Y/N].â He spoke your name. He sounded mad, as if you did or said something wrong and offending. âYes, Chilââ
âDonât call me that.â He cuts you off with a stern tone. The way his eyes narrow at how your lips voiced out his nameâ his codename to be specific. A name thatâs normally used by either enemies or acquaintances that he's barely close with. âItâs Ajax.. Just call me that, [Y/N]. Itâs just two syllables and four letters.â
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Childe notices your silence and sighs, feeling frustrated. âJust this once at least.. Please?â he begs and you swore he looked pathetic like that. You canât believe this is the exact same man who just committed manslaughter yesterday and got rid of your whole family. â...Ajax.â You mussitate, a hint of annoyance within your tone from his persistence.
You were unable to catch the self-satisfied smile he had on his lips. Childe lets out a content hum as he places the pile of clothes on your hands and pushes you to sit on the edge of the bed. âThat wasnât so hard now, was it?â He expresses his mirth fatuously, âGet dressed. Iâll take a bath. Behave for me, alright? Donât go out without my permission.â He spoke softly, holding your shoulder, his grip was threatening but soon enough softened, taking it out of your body. He stared at you for a moment, his gaze on you didnât waver as he studied every detail on you.
With a turn of his heel, he left and entered the bathroom, closing it and locking it as water started running inside.
You sat on the bed's edge. Feeling overwhelmed, the sound of his voice, the way his touch sends shocking shocks through your body. You were overthinking what had just happened and didn't see how your body began to shake from the cold. You wore the long-sleeved sweater and pajamas gently, shaking the thoughts out of your head. It strangely fits... Did he get your size while you were sleeping? But it didn't appear brand new if he did manage to get your size and buy clothing for it.
You stood up and walked onto the exit door of the bedroom you were in, looking towards the door where Childe was bathing. When you're close enough, you palm the knob and turn it slowly so as not to create too much noise.
The corners of your lips raise a bit when you successfully open the door but it soon drops when you hear another door creak behind you. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â an austere voice rumbles from a few feet. Slowly turning your head, youâre met with the sight of Childeâs bare chest that was dripping with hot water.
You were so distracted by his sudden closeness that you didnât notice his hand closing the door while leaning in front of you so it couldnât be opened. âBe a dear and get out of the way.â his tone wasnât as gentle as before. You warned yourself not to get him mad or else youâll face something youâll regret. You let out a sigh as you take a step to the side and awkwardly walk towards the bed to sit there again. Childe seems to calm down from the way his shoulders slump as he locks the door. He turns to look at you before making his way over to the bed, âLook at me.â he commands, gripping your chin harshly.
Once making eye contact with you, he stayed silent. You knew what he was saying from how his eyes were narrowing while he let out uneven, heavy breaths.
It didnât take long for him to pull away in pure silence so he could dress up. Once finished, he crawls over to you and forces you to lay down on the mattress with his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you locked within his embrace. You feel his nose brush up against your nape, breathing in and familiarizing your addicting scent. âYou smell divine..â The man murmurs from behind, his hand palming your stomach in a loving way. He feels the way you tense up from his touches and he hums, grinning from the feeling. âRelax⌠I wonât do anything yet.â
His âreassuringâ words only served to stiffen you up. Childe sighs before his grip tightens around you and wraps a leg around your pair. He decided to just stay silent, assuming youâll get used to his presence around you soon enough. Itâs not like you have a choice either way.
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âDearâŚâ Childe murmurs longingly as he turns his body to face yours. Heâs been tossing and turning all night during his sleep and he didnât notice that until now. He opens his eyes tiredly with a sheepish smile as his arms wrap around the soft figure in front of him, âIâm so sorry about that⌠Did I wake you?â he asks, his tone tinged with a bit of guilt.
No response.
Childe purses his lips as he shakes his head and sits up, gripping what seems to be your shoulder and forcing you to look at him.
But it wasnât you. It was just a pillow.
Upon his realization, he quickly got up and searched around the house for you. Itâs not like youâve gotten far, right? Not to the point youâre outside the cabin heâs trapping you in. All the doors were locked, windows closed shut so that your weak body couldnât open it.
That is, until he noticed the front door lock on the floor. He wouldn't have seen your escape if it weren't for the gleaming metal flashing in the dark. As he slammed the front door wide, he noticed footsteps, footprints pointing towards the woodland that encircled the lodge. He grits his teeth before donning the dark, heavy coat that had been hanging nearby before stepping out to get you and take you back inside.
Even though everything was dark, he could see where he was going. Where you were going. It won't be long before he catches up with you. He realizes you didn't go very far. You're too lost in this forest and you'll end up back where you started(. Thereâs a reason why he set up this specific forest when trapping you). Do you really think you can escape him that easily? He chuckles to himself. Itâs amusing. Itâs good to have some determination, some hope at least, but itâs also good to be realistic.Â
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You ran and ran as fast as you could, away from the cabin in the woods, away from the creature within it. Your feet hurt severely. Youâve underestimated how harsh the winter of Snezhnaya is, how the breeze alone causes your whole body to turn numb from the cold. Whatâs worse was that you couldnât stop moving no matter what. Even a single second counts, driving you closer to your escape.
You struggle to breathe after all that movement, causing you to stumble against a thick tree root. You pant, taking heavy breaths to regain your composure but you canât really be calm in a situation like this, can you?
You stood up, dusting the snow off your clothes as you continued forward, trembling a bit from feeling the sudden warmth rising up your body. Fuck⌠This is gonna be the death of you..
You hear footsteps tapping behind you, approaching you slowly and surely. A howl can be heard from behind that was soon followed by a growl. You slowly turned your head in search of the source of the sound and quickly regretted it. The sight of the darkish Rifthounds glaring at you sent a shiver on your spine. They were quite far but it didnât take awhile for them to start noticing your presence and preparing to teleport or sprint at you.
You saw the Rockfound Rifthound instantly turning its body, disappearing for a second before appearing right in front of you, about to swing its tail to attack you. You shriek out loud, your legs instinctively move to the opposite direction only for you to instantly get knocked forward when feeling the tail make contact with your back. Groaning, you attempt to get back up, ignoring the sights of the Whelps drawing nearer towards you.
You clenched your fist before grabbing a big enough rock and throwing it at the Rifthound that just attacked you to catch it off guard. Seeing it roar in pain and the Whelps looking towards their leader, you took this chance to escape from the creature's grasp.
Never have you felt this much adrenaline rushing through your vines. You felt so dead yet so alive right nowâŚ
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a static of Electro rotating over to you. The projectile makes an impact on your side, causing you to get pushed and injured in the process. You grunt gutturally, clutching your hip and left arm, hissing as the sting worsens the more contact it has with your hand and other solid things.
You look over to your side, spotting a Thundercraven Rifthound nearing you along with its accompaniment of Whelps. Your hands swiftly touch the ground swiftly, moving it in hope to find another rock but to no avail.
You were trying to think of a way to escape this but there was no way out. You were surrounded by the mobs, and they looked like they wouldnât let you off the hook easily. You spot a current of Electro and what seems to be aiming at you. You pulled your arms to your face, blocking whatever was about to touch you.
You hiss at the feeling of the electrifying scratch on the small reveal of your skin and twitch when hearing the wail of the Rifthounds around you. Another guttural sound erupts not so far from where you sit, causing you to press your face deeper into your arms.
âGet up.â Someone spoke, their tone serious and authoritative.
It took about a few seconds to do exactly that. You spot that the Rifthounds were gone, only leaving parts of their body left behind. You knew you werenât strong but it did surprise you that every single one of them was taken care of. âT-Thank you, misterâ?â
âI saidâ Get Up.â His voice booms through you, causing your ear to ring a bit. You perk your head up with your eyes squinted, âApologies⌠Iââ A breath was taken away from your lungs upon feeling the manâs hand wrapped around your neck, dragging you from the ground up to the sky. The hand squeezes your throat tightly, making you swing your legs on instinct to kick whoever was holding you. âAll under my mercy now, huh? What happened to your acts of disobedience? Did it all get thrown out the window once I teach you your lesson?â The man scoffs, harshly dropping you on the snowy ground and kicking you on your stomach, making you turn and tumble down into a group of bushes.
You hiss, the feeling of small pricks picking into your skin, causing small but nasty scars that leave you groaning. You couldnât see, some even scratched near your eyes and for you not to get blinded by them, you squint your eyelids shut.
âPleaseâ Iâm sorry! Let me out!â You sob, trembling in fear, in the stinging pain of the pricks. âOh, are you now?â The man walks towards the bush, tapping his foot as he watches you struggling. âDo you mean it?â He plants his foot on top of the bush, slowly but surely deepening its form to strangle you more.
âYesâ I do! Aghââ
âBeg for your life if you mean it.â He deepens it once more. Even if you were under this confined space of a bush, you can spot the sadistic grin plastered on his face, clearly enjoying every second of your suffering. âP-please⌠I plead.. For mercy. Please.. I canât brâeathe-hah!â You breathe heavily in between your words, the form of the bush only trapping you little by little. âDo you promise⌠Pinkie promise to not escape out of my grasp? To obey my every command, dearest?â You feel your hand being taken out of the bush and into the cold air outside. You whine, feeling the small pricks touch your skin in the process.
A pinkie awaits to intertwine with yours, âIâm waiting.â He reminds by delving his foot deeper, causing you to cry out in agony and wrapping your pinkie around his, âI promise! Please!â
âThatâs my girl.â He jests in amusement as he pulls away, cracking his knuckles and stretching his body to dive in and carefully but surely pull you out of the spiky bush. He cringes a bit once spotting the small spikes in your skin. He sighed and decided to take care of them later since keeping you warm was his priority right now. Taking his jacket off and wrapping it around you, he made sure the pricks didnât bother you on the way back to the cabin. He takes a look at the rose bush one last time before picking one of it up and placing it on the chest of his jacket.
He caresses the petals before his fingers meet your chin to tilt them up, âCâmon.. Rest. Youâre gonna need it.â He hushes you quietly before forcefully closing your eyes.and pecking your forehead. You couldnât soften up in his presence even if you wanted to but the way your body just betrays you, forcing you to go limp to gain rest it needs, it gave you no choice to stay awake even if you wanted to.
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âYouâre awake, I see..â A voice spoke from above. You twitch, turning your head to the source and furrowing your brows upon spotting the oh-so familiar, scarred and freckled face that was right in front of you. You attempt to push him away by nudging your knee against his abdomen but that was countered from a sharp pain coming from both your legs. â..Ahahâ!â You let out a roar of discomfort. Chidle grins and jests upon seeing your face contort in displeasure, âYou should think twice before doing that. I still havenât fully catered your body yet.â
He pulls your leg lightly which is enough for your body to get dragged onto his lap. âDonât move.â He commands, emphasizing it with a squeeze of your thigh.
You internally whimper when you feel him slowly but surely take the thorns out of your skin. âHow cute.â he laughs softly, patting a wet, warm towel on the small open wound. âYouâre doing great. Just as you should. Continue behaving for me, will you? Itâs not like youâre going anywhere with these.â He plays around with the chains around your ankle that was connected to a wall. âIt fits you well, donât you think?â Childe murmurs lovingly, as if heâs admiring the work heâs done on you⌠Trapped, under his mercy, with no escape.
After finishing up the wounds on your left leg, he leans in close to your face, his hand cupping your waist to bring you closer to him, close enough to place a kiss on your forehead. âThere we go⌠Such a behaved little thing.â Childe jests before standing up and dusting his pants. âHopefully this will be enough for you. Sleep well, alright?â He pats and ruffles your hair, his hand sliding down to your cheek and caressing it. âDonât try escaping me. Because next time, you wonât even get to be sleeping under this damnation.â
You tried to bite his palm because it was so close to your mouth, but he took his hand away and quickly brought it back to hit you, turning your head the other way as your cheek erupted in pain. His hand catches your chin and angles it violently in his direction as you hiss. He's grinning viciously, his eyes twitching with annoyance at your attempt to turn the tables on him again, âStill being a bitch? Thought you learnt your lesson⌠Maybe I shouldâve left you to rot.â He snarled, gripping your chin tighter.
âWaste of fucking breath.â He pushes you against the wall and lets go of you, standing with a displeased expression and turning to take his leave as you groan in pain. You clenched your hands into a fist as you watched him climb up the stairs and reach for the door. Childe looks back, glancing upon you one more time before smiling in content to himself and shutting it, following with the sound of a key locking in.
You were now by yourself. But then again it was much better than having to be breathing the same air as the man who just hit you.
You side meets the dirty mattress under you as you hug your knees, seeing as he didnât give you a blanket to keep yourself warm. You were unable to muffle down your silent sobs, clutching onto your own cheek as it continued to sting. You question⌠You wonder, why?
âŚJust why?
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Ouch⌠Huh?
You groggily opened your eyes, the feeling of something biting your neck. A wet sensation was followed after and you instantaneously snapped out of your tired trance to grab whatever was in front of you. âAhâ Geez⌠Relax, will you? This mattress is dirty enough.. Wouldnât want blood to stain it too..â Childe groaned, his hand groping your hip harshly to make you pause. He pulls his face away from your neck, wiping the saliva dripping from his mouth. âH-hey! Have you not had enough already?!â You screeched and tried to get him off of you but were unable to. âShut it.â he scoffs, shutting your mouth by forcing his lips onto you.
He slips his hand underneath your shirt, touching every part he wishes. âYou feel so divine.. I wonder how youâd feel around me, yeah?â He grins against your lips. His tongue intrudes into your wet cavern, drinking in your moans and muffled noises. The wet sounds of his mouth against yours, showing how desperate he is for your taste.
You whine, feeling Childeâs hand exiting your shirt to enter your shorts instead, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your clothed cunt. He sighs, pulling away from the kiss, admiring the string of saliva connecting your lips. Licking his lips, he brings his face close to you until you are nose-to-nose.Â
âWanna try that out with me, my dear?â
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I wanna touch on a couple things I noticed from the asks that are being sent regarding the current discourse. About a month ago I received this ask, wanting me to 'name, names' after I made some generalized post about something or another (probs racism per usual because that's been consistent)
What I don't make clear outside of the vetted and trusted people I speak to daily, is I usually send messages to the person I'm talking about in hopes to advise that something was not hitting. Iâve blocked a couple ppl whenever I feel like my point was dismissed because I donât got the time baby
Occasionally, I'll do anon if I'm just not in the mood for potential issues if the ask gets answered publicly and the reason for that is what I'm about to show you.
This is an ask my mutual @kyletogaz got after expressing frustration about the situation/lack of apology and so is this and this. And this is a link to @ungodlybre post on all the asks she's gotten in the last few days after she commented on a post about the Mace fic. I just received an ask a few seconds ago yall can look at as well
This is the post my friend/mutual kiko made that I reblogged and essentially got the ball rolling on the current convo about how Mace/black characters are depicted in fiction. Kiko has been one of the few other poc people providing links and information on what the issue is with the fic.
I noticed the glaring tonal difference in how non black people like Kiko, who originally brought up the issue, are in comparison to the black female bloggers that I referred to earlier, after they expressed frustration about the new crop of fandom shit.
I couldn't find the ask that @/Fulltacs (a non black person) answered when asked about why the writer was getting heat, but I read the ask and it was actually pretty respectful towards fulltacs, while being incredibly dismissive/rude when referring to Bre (@/ungodlybre)
I've seen several of my white mutuals repeat in their tags/posts the issue about the fic and what not. I have yet to see them receive the kind of directly antagonistic asks from anons who claim to be black/poc with the intent to shut down or convince us to stop talking about the writer. Iâm not gonna get into digital blackface or blackfishing but I have my doubts on these anons being racially black.
Overall this is all an example of something called racial gaslighting but specifically misogynoir
Misogynoir is a form of racial microaggression towards black women where race and gender meet. It usually stems from implicit bias, which is the reason why people had a problem with the fic in the first place. Not the damn kink. or even the unwitting use of an anti black slur.Â
The continued dismissing about word use/forgiving the author and the overall vitriolic tone asking these black women to educate or saying things like: ' You are a bullyâ âshut up because it's not that big of a dealâ, âthe writer tried or I'm black and-' is just an example of how black women are spoken to on and outside the internet and why many of us have chosen to not directly say anything about racism outside of private messages.Â
Itâs why Kiko and the mutual that dmâd @/auspicoustidings are latinas whoâve chosen to address the situation as an act of solidarity when Jess (kyletogaz) and I were excited to read the Mace fic and were unsettled by it
"the intersectional nature of Black womenâs identities triggers a particularized stereotype or trope of the âAngry Black Womanâ and explains how this trope is often invoked in aggressive encounters to deflect attention from the aggressor and to project blame onto the target." - A quote From this articleÂ
âracial microaggressions are subtle and everyday slights and insults that can include insensitive comments based on an array of racial assumptions ⌠as well as the minimization or denial of the racialized experiences of people of color.��� - From this study on Perceived Gendered Racial Microaggressions Experienced by Black Women.
I donât have the time or the desire to do a crash course on misogynoir and the ways implicit bias shows up in real life and fandom. What I can say is if you need or want the visibly/vocally black people in this fandom to shut the fuck up right now, while non black people (including the author) are being afforded a sense of kindness/assumption of innocence and well doing for speaking up, than you are apart of an anti black problem
Those black bloggers said innocuous shit like âlong suffering sighâ or âhate to see itâ and are still getting hate and that is the reason we are saying many fics about black characters like Kyle who is often disregarded, make us uncomfortable . This kind of bias is a dog whistle only those who have been raised black/poc see irl and itâs present in the way people write fics.Â
My ask is for people to take a second and really ask yourselves if you think this is a safe space for Black/non black poc people to educate on racist tropes in writing and then I wanna know if you even realized that before I said something
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Unwanted 3
Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, insults, body insecurity, perversion, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Summary:Â Youâre used to being unwanted, but a strange man might just convince you thatâs a good thing.
Note:Â this is a sequel to Unsolicited/Unexpected, but with a different reader. This is Lloydâs sequel. Peaches is flourishing somewhere else.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
The only thing you like about work is that itâs an excuse to get out of the house. You can only go for so many walks or wander around the library for so long before you start to feel weird. The fact that you hate being at home is enough to make your shifts less of a slog, even if they arenât very exciting.Â
As neither your parents or Derrick will let you borrow their cars and the buses donât run before five, you are left to Uber to the warehouse. Itâs more than youâd like to spend and could be used towards saving for your own vehicle, but thatâs no their problem.Â
You sit silently in the back seat as the driver plays his indie rock music and rolls through the winter morning. You tuck your chin down into your jacket and watch out the window. Thereâs a glint of headlights off the glass. Itâs a bit early to see others on the road but you suppose others have painfully early start times.Â
You tip the driver before you get out and thank him softly. He doesnât acknowledge you. Youâre used to it. He must drive so many people that youâre barely a thought in his head.Â
As he backs up, another car approaches but drives by. Hm. This far out, you only ever see the other employees around. Oh well. Youâre noticing odd things for no real reason.Â
You go inside and clock in. Mikey sends you to start unloading as he sits at his command center. He only ever sits their chewing gum and signing papers, then scrolls through the orders that come in. You and Judy are the only women there and the men tend to travel in a pack. Even when youâre cutting bubble wrap with Ryan, you donât get much conversation in.Â
Itâs dull work. Like the others, youâve fallen into the habit of getting through with one earbud in. Music on low as you scan and haul and take your turn on the forklift. The hours unwravel slowly and you only get one break. Youâre entitled to two but no one ever takes that many, not unless they want their hours cut.Â
Despite the weather, you eat outside. Youâre not very hungry, so you just sip from your thermos as you lean again the brick wall and stare out at the other industrial lots. Thereâs that car again... Or maybe itâs not.Â
You continue to sip on your tea and cap it up. As you stand straight to go inside, the car reverses route and drives back around. This time, it turns in between the chain link. There are no new hires, all the seasonal ones are in place but maybe itâs one of suits come to do a surprise inspection.Â
The red car veers in crookedly next to one of the many pickup trucks. You slowly head towards the door, feeling around for your lanyard where your ID hangs. Before you can turn to scan it, thereâs a whistle in the air.Â
âHey, lollipop, where are you runninâ away to so fast?â The voice calls out.Â
You twitch in surprise. No. It canât be. You shouldnât recognise the timbre, you only met the man once, but you havenât really been able to shake that memory. You turn back to face him as he crosses the lot, shoving his hands in his jacket pocket as he puffs out a thick cloud.Â
âShit, itâs cold as balls,â he says, âspeaking of, how about you warm mine up?âÂ
You grimace and shake your head, âwhat are you doing here?âÂ
âI knew you couldnât forget me,â he snorts. âCome on, baby cake, Iâm here to spice up the bland existence you call a life.âÂ
âHow--âÂ
âDonât matter how,â he tilts his head, âand let me just tell you, you donât wanna know the answer. Come on, think about it, Iâm showing commitment here.â He smirks, âhow many guys can you say put in that much effort?âÂ
You clasp your thermos tight, âI donât know you.âÂ
âSure ya do, told ya, nameâs Lloyd,â he winks, âand youâre...âÂ
As he says your name, your blood runs cold. Itâs possible he heard Derrick say it. Maybe. But thatâs a bit too convenient.Â
âGo,â you warn.Â
âAh, donât be like that. Iâm being nice so far,â he pleads. âYou know, I just wanted to tell ya that the backyward, the keister, the old cushion, is spectacular--âÂ
âEw, please, leave me alone.â You spin around and bring your card up to the scanner. It beeps but youâre yanked back by your elbow. Your adrenaline piques and you swing out with your half-empty thermos. It bounces off his shoulder as he lets you go. âOh!â You recoil in surprise of your own reaction, âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to. I justâI donât want to hurt you. Just please, go away.âÂ
âAh, sugar cake, you really think that hurt? Look at me. Iâm a strong guy,â He flexes his arms and chest. âBuilt, huh? You should think this out. Iâm a real catch.âÂ
âI...no thank you.âÂ
âYouâre playing hard to get. I understand. Thatâs what they say you should do but let me tell ya, baby, no fun in life denying the best parts,â he winks.Â
âNo!â You squeak and lean over, blindly swipe your card so it beeps once more. You push your elbow down on the handle and nearly fall through the door. Just as swiftly, you shut it and press yourself to the inside.Â
Thereâs a thump from the other side. âDonât worry, I like it this way.âÂ
You stand there, heart racing, confusion roiling in your skull. You can just hear his footfalls on the other side. There is no relief in hearing him go because by the sounds of it, he isnât giving up. You just donât understand why? Why you? And why is he doing this?Â
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Bernie Sanders has hit back fiercely at Benjamin Netanyahu over the Israeli prime ministerâs claim that US universities were being overrun by antisemitism on a scale comparable to the rise of Nazism in Germany.
In a video posted on X, the progressive senator from Vermont â who is Jewish â accused Netanyahu of âinsult[ing] the intelligence of the American peopleâ by using antisemitism to distract attention from the policies of his âextremist and racist governmentâ in the military offensive in Gaza.
âNo Mr Netanyahu, it is not antisemitic or pro-Hamas to point out that, in a little over six months, your extremist government has killed over 34,000 Palestinians and wounded more than 78,000, 70% of whom are women and children,â Sanders said.
The two-and-a-half minute video listed a catalogue of further consequences of the war in the Palestinian coastal territory, including the destruction of infrastructure, hospitals, universities and schools, along with the killing of more than 400 health workers.
Sanders, who sponsored an unsuccessful Senate bill in January to make US aid to Israel conditional on its observance of human rights and international law, said Netanyahuâs government had unreasonably blocked humanitarian aid from reaching Gaza, causing âthousands of children [to] face malnutrition and famineâ.
In a blistering conclusion, he said: âMr Netanyahu, antisemitism is a vile and disgusting form of bigotry that has done unspeakable harm to many millions of people. But please, do not insult the intelligence of the American people by attempting to distract us from the immoral and illegal policies of your extremist and racist government. ⌠It is not antisemitic to hold you accountable for your actions.â
Sandersâ comments were a riposte to a video posted on social media by Netanyahu in which he waded in to protests sweeping American university campuses and claimed not enough was being done to combat a âhorrificâ rise in antisemitism.
âAntisemitic mobs have taken over leading universities,â Netanyahu said. âThey call for the annihilation of Israel. They attack Jewish students. They attack Jewish faculty. This is reminiscent of what happened in German universities in the 1930s. It has to be stopped. It has to be condemned and condemned unequivocally, but thatâs not what happened. The response of several university presidents was shameful. Now fortunately, state, federal and local officials, many of them, have responded differently. But there has to be more.â
Netanyahuâs comments came against the backdrop of police deployments to break up pro-Palestinian protests at Columbia University and numerous other US campuses. In some universities, faculty members have been arrested, including the chair of the philosophy department and a professor of English and Indigenous studies at Emory University in Atlanta.
Jewish students have reported feeling threatened by the protests and heated atmosphere that followed Hamasâs attack on Israel on 7 October, resulting in the deaths of about 1,200 Israelis and the kidnapping of more than 200 others.
Videos posted on social media have depicted anti-Israel protesters shouting âgo back to Polandâ and âgo back to Belarusâ, apparently at Jewish students. A congressional hearing earlier in April into a reported upsurge of antisemitism at Columbia heard allegations that Jewish students had been subjected to taunts of âF the Jewsâ.
Last Octoberâs attack triggered an overwhelming and continuing Israeli military response that has so far killed more than 34,000 Palestinians â according to the Hamas-run health ministry in Gaza â and led to a burgeoning humanitarian disaster, accompanied by accusations that Israel is committing âgenocideâ.
In his video, Netanyahu said Israel was being âfalsely accusedâ of genocide and called it part of an âantisemitic surgeâ.
âIsrael tries to defend itself against genocidal terrorists who hide behind civilians,â he said. âYet it is Israel that is falsely accused of genocide. Israel that is falsely accused of starvation and sundry war crimes. Itâs all one big libel. But thatâs not new. Weâve seen in history that antisemitic attacks were always preceded by vilification and slander.â
The Joe Biden White House, while resisting pressure to condition or limit weapon supplies to Israel, has voiced frustration over its resistance to allowing more humanitarian aid freely into Gaza and roundly criticised the recent strikes that killed seven workers from celebrity chef Jose Andresâs World Central Kitchen charity.
Protests on campuses across the US continued on Saturday, with some protesting student bodies and universities locked in a standoff that saw demonstrators vowing to keep their movements going at the same time as college authorities moved to close down the encampments.
Police in riot gear cleared protest tents on the campus of Northeastern University in Boston, while students shouted and jeered at them, the Associated Press reported. The university said the protest had been âinfiltrated by professional organisersâ with no connection to the institution, while some demonstrators had used antisemitic slurs.
The picture of campus antisemitism run amok was lent further credence by Lawrence Summers, a former Harvard president and ex-US treasury secretary, who accused authorities at his former university of failing to act decisively against protesters occupying Harvard Yard.
âThis is the predictable culmination of the Harvard Corporationâs failure to effectively address issues of prejudice and breakdowns of order on our campus,â he posted on X. âThere can be no question that Harvard is practicing an ongoing double standard on discrimination between racism, misogyny and antisemitism.â
His comments provoked a sharp response from critics of Israel. âYour efforts to portray student demonstrators challenging Israelâs genocidal actions as âantisemiticâ are cheap & disingenuous,â wrote Sarah Leah Whitson, executive director of Democracy for the Arab World Now (DAWN). âThese students should be commended for their courage & compassion, risking suspension & smears (like yours), to fight the most heinous crimes underway in Gaza.â
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Imagine Being a Lady Dimitrescu-esk Overlord and Being in Love With Alastor
Alastor x Overlord! Reader
Summary: What happens when you attend a meeting, and get insulted by Velvette. Spoiler, it doesn't end well for her.
@doe-eyed-fool- this was their idea and I do not want to take credit for it (If you see this I hope you enjoy!)
Trigger Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Dead Angel, Talk of the Purge
Words Count: 508
Your heels clicked as you strutted your way into the elevator that would take you to the floor the rest of the Overlords were meeting on. Something about the purge leaving territory open potentially. So there you were in an empty meeting room, where you sat down and waited for the rest of them to arrive.
Slowly people arrived with Carmilla and her daughters emerging from behind a curtain. The metallic smell of angelic weaponry permeated the air wherever the trio went and here was no exception. Soon Zestial and Alastor made their appearances, with Zestial sitting by Carmilla and Alastor sitting between you and what will be Rosie's seat.
Before sitting down he took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles. Sweetly you showed him a smile with sharp fangs that could tear through even the most powerful demons and, although you've never been given the chance to try, possibly powerful hellborn as well. You set your hand back in your lap and he took his seat next to you.
Once everyone had arrived your idle chatter with Alastor and Rosie ceased, and you began to listen to what Carmilla had to say. That was before Velvette, the newest addition to the Vees, slammed the door open and scrolled through her phone as she spoke.
Soon an argument between the most powerful overlord and Velvette took place, and everyone knew whose side they were on. Until an exorcist's head was thrown on the table and Carmilla looked, scared almost.
"Sorry group attendin'. Since when are overlords too scared to fight? You're long past trendin'. Sorry, bae, but I ain't swipin' right. You lost your relevance" Most of this insult was hurled in your direction, and this is when you had enough.
Your clawed hand found its way around Velvette's soft throat, "What did you just say?"
You stood to your full height which was almost to the ceiling, which when you came around a long time ago was raised specifically for you, and Velvette's feet desperately searched for the table which was a good foot below her.
You licked your fangs as you indulged in the fear in Velvette's eyes. She looked utterly terrified, and only when you felt the shadowy hand of Alastor on your forearm, did you shrink down and throw Velvette back on the table.
"Sorry, hon, I just couldn't help myself" You chuckled as you licked the pricks of Velvette's blood from the tips of your claws, and she clambered away from you.
Alastor set his hand on yours, "No, it was absolutely marvelous, darling, but no bloodshed at meetings"
"Oops, I guess I've just been around a long time and must've forgotten. I'm sorry Carmilla," Carmilla smirked in your direction and continued to lecture Velvette on why the Overlords would not be attacking angels on the possibility of someone killing just one.
Velvette's hands still shook and she wouldn't look in your direction, and when she left you gave her a cheery clawed wave and a fanged smile.
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i have since been informed that the screenshots of that conversation were fabricated. i apologize, it turns out that an english translator was used and the source was proven to be false. nonetheless, this changes nothing about the situation.
i hope we all have an understanding that this is not a kpop issue, but a womenâs rights issue. as previously stated in my original post; men, no matter where theyâre from, what family they come from, who their friends are, they are not immune to being misogynistic, vile human beings. the people closest to us could be hiding the worst secret imaginable. men, having mothers, sisters and daughters, does not stop them from committing heinous crimes against women. it doesnât matter that they have a strong female presence around, they could still turn out to be anti-women and do it all wrong. it only takes another brainwashed woman hater to turn the rest into one of them.
i also would like to point out that this is not the time to start fan wars, because this is not about kpop or us fans, or who you stan or donât stan. this isnât a âgotchaâ moment, for you to blame fans for supporting him when nobody knew. itâs not the time to promote your faves or post shit with, âmy faves would neverâ. thatâs what everyone says/thinks until your fave DOES. itâs insulting to the victims, making jokes out of this. and letâs not blame women for supporting bgs, bc saying things like âgood thing i only stan ggsâ is not making anyone look good, not you, and not your faves. the blaming women for enjoying things is crazy, bc how are we not going to assume that the people weâre supporting are decent human beings at the very least? thatâs the bare minimum, for you to expect someone to be a kind, normal human being who treats people with respect, as everyone should. there will always be terrible people in this world, but we canât blame anyone but the criminal themselves.
i would love to stop posting about this, bc it is getting to be a lot, and is very overwhelming, but i want to keep voicing the issue at hand. korean women have desperately been trying to reach out to international media and gain our attention in the states, so that we can help them spread the word about what has been going on and what they are being subjected to. itâs sickening to look at the evidence of these vile people hurting innocent women and minors of all ages, but if it means we keep this relevant for as long as possible, then i will keep posting on every social media platform to amplify their voices. please continue to share, and spread as much (credible) information for these victims as you can. they are being singled out and targeted for speaking up, and we need to be their voice from across the world.
please please take care of yourselves, take breaks if you need to. just sharing things does a lot, and supporting the people around you who at any point have been in a situation like this, does more than you know.
âď¸EDIT: if you would like to learn more about the situation in general on what goes on in sk involving these chat rooms, i recommend watching stephanie sooâs videos on her ârotten mangoâ youtube channel about this. i will warn you, topics are very heavy and can be triggering, so watch at your own discretion. and listen to her trigger warnings. here is a screenshot of what you can search to find them.
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I will not have Lan Xichen slander.
He is actually very smart and a great sect leader.
The only mistake he did was not being able to see past Jin Guangyao's kindness towards him and even that isn't his fault because JGY really was that bitch who rose from nothing and had the whole cultivation world in his hand.
Heck he would have continued to have it in his hand if it wasn't for NHS who succeeded in bringing wwx back.
Like thinking Lan Xichen of all people was stupid to not see his real face is both an insult to him and JGY.
Also you people forget that JGY has done a lot of good things as well. He isn't just a bad person, he's a person who is willing to do bad things to keep his power because he will not allow himself to be powerless again.
And when you look at the big picture it makes complete sense Lan Xichen would trust JGY over NMJ.
Lan Xichen has his own strict morals but he also sees the world in all of it's colours and that just shows in him cultivating a technique to be able to drink without getting drunk.
It's not just a fun little thing but shows his own code and how he looks at life.
When we meet him first, we see he is way more forgiving of Wei Wuxian and his antics than any Lan and even encourages Lan Wangji to give it a chance and be friends.
And this point Lan Wangji is just as bad as Qiren when it comes to upholding rules, (not bad as in bad person) and Lan Xichen pushes him towards Wei Wuxian because he clearly is not someone who follows rules blindly and it does help Lan Wangji.
Wei Wuxian is the reason Lan Wangji actually thinks of the rules and considers them, forming his own opinions on them and during all of this Lan Xichen is open and accepting of questions and patience. Because he trusts Wangji will come to the right path eventually and this time it wouldn't be him following rules blindly but they would guide him to the path he wants to take.
And then the war happens and Lan Xichen is forced to abandon his family to protect his sect and he does so.
In his lowest moment he meets JGY and is a witness to his kindness and support and at this moment Lan Xichen could give him nothing and maybe jgy tells him the truth about the general or maybe half a truth, either way, he hears his side too.
And then JGY takes on a very dangerous mission to play spy on WRH and they win mainly because JGY took these steps whole endangering himself, when it could have been so easy for him to betray others.
Also during this time him and NMJ have not been talking about JGY.
And by the time NMJ starts talking about JGY, JGY has done more rights than wrongs in Lan Xichen's book, you can't judge a person by just one action afterall, you need to consider the possibilities. Also his raging screaming and yelling black and white morals is not something that can shake Lan Xichen when he is analysing that at this point JGY is on their side and has been from the start.
Like even the reason for the proposed brotherhood was a political move and not just him wanting for his friends to get along. (When I remove my 3zun goggles*cough*) Because the high friction between Nie Mingjue and Jin clan could have very well started another war because let's remember - NMJ was highly unstable and could easily be triggered into it unless he was held back by something like a sworn brother pact- the sworn brothers pact would bring the largest three clans remaining to be tied together and unable to start another war that would cause even more harm.
Because Lan Xichen's first and foremost priorities are to avoid another war or discord that could cause casualties. He is out there taking disrespect from the kinds of Jin Zixun biting his tongue about Su She to maintain the peace in the cultivation world.
And in defense JGY does try to fix things with NMJ at the start(until nmj insulted his mom which is the trigger for him to have done almost all the on screen kills except maybe wrh) , he is indeed, kind and respectful and he did a lot for Gusu sect, all of that has got to add up.
JGY plays a dirty political game but he also did a lot of good for the cultivation world.
With the side that JGY maintains in front of LXC it's way more surprising that LXC even gave LWJ and WWX a chance to present their case.
But that was also only because Lan Xichen will always love and trust his brother, even if according to him the brother is once again back with his "toxic" situationship that almost killed him 13/16 years ago.
This is the one of the few time he chooses his brother over his sect leader duties.
Because if he was to follow the path as the sect leader the evidence presented until then compared to the words just words and no physical evidence shared by Lwj and WWX it's clear which choice he should have made.
Even in the end when we know that it is a fact that JGY has in fact never harmed or even tried to harm LXC, he still takes a stand against him. Is willing to die beside him for the one mistake he made of trusting JGY and it wasn't a blind trust, it was trust built up over months, years during and after the war.
Anyways, Lan Xichen my beloved you are doing good, great even come out of seclusion đĽş.
#so what i am saying is#that lan xichen best brother and great sect leader#he is trying his best#with minimal faults#he sees the situation asseses it and tries to maintain peace#because lord knows someone needs to push for maintaining the peace#the untamed#cql#lan xichen#jin guangyao#lan wangji#wei wuxian#nie mingjue
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Tight Threads | Yandere Malleus Draconia and Idia Shroud
Pop!
With a tentative lick, you collected the remaining bits of your favorite gum from over your lips. Even so, you didnât bother pulling your eyes away from the glowing monitor, watching the animated cards shift as the electronic dealer reshuffled. The game was currently a fair fight.Â
âYuck! I was hoping to get another lucky noob!â
You kept quiet. Refusing to move your eyes from the robotic shuffling of the cards; your significant other on the other hand pulled himself over to the adjacent monitor which finally finished its animated cutscene. He sucked his teeth clicking the buttons and notches of the matching console as a boss fight ensued.Â
âGeez this game is as buggy as those reviews were whining about. What a disgrace to the Love Supreme brand!âÂ
He sneered out a couple more insults, defeating the enemy and accepting another side quest. A flashy graphic flashed on the screen initiating his turn, he sucked his teeth again complaining about the playerâs speed before sliding to the original monitor again. Despite his eyes being on the other screen he easily completed the quest, letting the victory screen play in the background.
âHuh!? Betting already and so much thereâs no way they have a bad hand! Thereâs only one choice in this caseââ
He brought a blue painted finger to the keyboard with full intentions to press down on it.
And it would've if it weren't for your intervention.Â
âHold it.â
You barricaded the monitor with your body as you confirmed your suspicions. Continuing to hog the keyboard, you held your ground waiting for Idia to change focus. Post haste he moved his controller from his lap, wrapping it around your waist as you replaced it. The clicking of his controller rang once more as he watched you in bewilderment. You answered him with a sigh.
âTheyâre baiting you. The way the cards are dealt means that the other players most definitely donât have the means. Theyâre just trying to trick you with the size of the bet.âÂ
You shuffled your (his) hand before upping your own bet. The clicking stopped as he rested his chin on your shoulder, squeezing his arms tight around you.Â
âAre you sure this isnât just because we just watched that gambling anime? I donât think weâll be allowed to go to that con if you lose this much.â
âI got this Iddy watch me!â
You pressed the button to raise the bet. Letting the graphics cue the 2nd player and all that was left was to wait. Idiaâs tapping pattern became more frantic, a small change from his usual pattern. You nuzzled his face in comfort as he completed his quest. Both of you nervously stealing glances at the bouncing dots of the player deciding.
âTheyâre raising.â
âWouldnât need to if their hand is good.â
Pressing the button again. The dots reappeared and you lightly shifted in anticipation. Idia on the other hand tucked his head into your neck as he harshly focused on the other monitor, too anxious to watch with you.
âăăă§ă¨ă GamblerofZunderworld667! Youâve won the bet and a balance of over 30 million tokensâ
Idia shakily sighed into your neck, brushing his lips against it as he triggered another cutscene in his game. Smirking with pride, you stretched your arms above your head. You then went to reach for the keyboard again only for the desk to slide out of your reach.
You pouted at the man on your shoulder.
âI think thatâs enough betting for you.â
âHeh? You of all people shouldnât be talking about limits. How many hours have you got on your latest RPG.â
âH-hey off! Off!â
He wrestled the controller from your grasp, maneuvering it behind him far enough to be out of your reach. Thanks to your position it proved to be the most effective way to stop you from taking his controller. You giggled as you thought of something devious.Â
âOh, Iddy~! Why donât we both stop playing and do something more fun?â
Idia let a blush take over his face as he thwarted another attempt of yours for the controller.
âNo way! Itâs you whoâs playing a game that spends our allowance.â
âYeah, but youâre the one whoâs playing a game with voice chat. You- know-who isnât going to like that~.â
âWho isnât going to like what?â
You both stopped, startled at the new voice. You quickly straightened up as though you hadnât been struggling just seconds before. Both of you putting on innocent smiling faces. Taking the lead you could practically feel the worry teeming off Idia.
âHi Mal-Mal how was work today.â
âIrritating. I could only think about coming home to you two.â
âAwww Mal-Mal!âÂ
You got up from Idiaâs lap to throw your arms around his shoulders, subtly taking in his scent. He seemed to do the same with you holding you close while supporting your back. Taking the hint you wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands cupping your butt, and waited for him to start walking. Idia watched you two leave into the adjacent room, golden eyes following before returning to the screen, quickly saving his progress and powering down.
âI donât understand why you two stay cooped up in here when you have a full mansion at your disposal.â
âIt's because thatâs where Idia wanted our gaming set-up to be. Said heâs scared of the webcams getting hacked if we kept them in our room. Besidesââ He arrived at your shared bedroom setting you on the bed while he removed his tuxedo in your walk-in closet. âHe knows youâd never allow it.â
He smirked. âThatâs absolutely correct.â
Now changed into his casual turtle-neck and loose jeans he returned to the bed. Kissing you multiple times on the eyebrow, your forehead, your cheek, and then your lips. Staying on that last part as long as he could before you lightly tapped at his forearm. Lightheaded you leaned into him, catching your breath while he nuzzled into your ear. Emerald eyes looked past your bowed head to the open door as Idia silently entered as well. Malleus hummed to himself as he watched his other lover disappear into the master bathroom.
âIâm sure we all will have so much to catch up on. Somehow a workday of seven hours feels like an eternity.â
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âHow did it go? Did any of the conspirators get into the meeting?â
Idia huffed as he took a lick of his raspberry popsicle, leaning against Malleusâ unclothed chest. The vibrations of Malleus' laughter reverberated against his back, a feeling that made his heart beat even faster.Â
âWhat do you think? I wouldnât be the heir to the Draconian bloodline if they even got into the building.âÂ
âStill though, usually there's always someone who drops the bag. I canât imagine a public book signing not having at least one.â
âWhy do you ask Idia? Did you find something?â
Under Malleusâ intense gaze, the gamer found himself fidgeting, swallowing a chunk of his aftercare treat in hopes of delaying the response. It didnât help. It only encouraged Malleus to wrap his arm around him to firmly hold his chin in a subtle threat, letting him continue to nibble at the frozen treat.
âN-not necessarily. Most of what I was talking about was a generalizationââ
âWrong.â
He tightened his grip on Idiaâs chin forcing him to turn his head. Idia faltered feeling the warm breath tickle his lips as he tried to look away from that fanged smile. Malleus chuckled at his expression but held firm.
âYouâre lying again.â
âW-what makes you think Iâm lying?â
Malleus moved closer letting his lips graze Idiaâs as he spoke.
âI know everything about my loves, every expression, every sound, every moan. I know it all. I thought youâd respect that by now.â
âIâm not trying to challenge youââ
âNo?â
âI just want to make sure it's going well without you stomping on my info!âÂ
Idia let himself openly glare at the heir whose eye widened only for a second before he captured his lips. With reciprocated fervor, they each explored each other's mouth; savoring the taste of raspberry flavoring. Idia reluctantly pulled away tucking his burning face into Malleusâ neck. Malleus conceded.
âDidnât mean to make you feel that way.â
âI-Its whatever. But there are a couple of really determined communities that are really digging to link you to the (L/n)'s disappearances and that turdâs family.â
Idia looked up at him, biting his popsicle for emphasis. Malleus continued to smile, his eyes holding an animosity at the mention of the former. Even when given the juvenile nickname it didnât quell the furious flame Malleus had.Â
âWell, rumors used to be a crime punishable by death for many.â
âNo more deaths, itâll be too obvious. Our best bet is to ruin them with something else. By someone else.âÂ
He was smirking again,â then I suppose the Shroud genius has a plan?â
Idia gave a toothy smile. âBut of course. Youâd really think Iâd let those neets slander your name?â
Malleus didnât need to answer. Gave a thankful kiss on Idiaâs head before looking over to you, who was laying with your back towards them; arms and legs wrapped around a body pillow with some nameless anime character on it. It gave him that ugly feeling again.Â
âIdia. Three things.â
âYeah?â
Malleus pinched Idiaâs side earning a yelp as Idia leans in closer to him.Â
â1) I expect you to properly greet me when I return home.â
âWith hugs and kisses?â
âWith hugs and kisses.â
âFine. Itâll be cringy though.â
âThatâs fine with me. 2) Iâm going to shred the next body pillow you gift (Y/n).â
âWhat?! But they love their body pillow!â
âIf it's not gone by tomorrow Iâm burning it in the furnace.â
âOkay okay!â
âAnd 3)--â Malleus snatched the popsicle stick from Idiaâs mouth, flinging it perfectly into the trash can beside the bed.Â
âNo eating in the bed.â
Part 2?
#yandere x reader#yandere x you#lovelyyandereaddictionpoint#yanderexrea#yandere#yanderes#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst x reader#yandere twst#yandere polyamory#yandere poly#yandere polyamorous#yandere poly x reader#yandere twisted wonderland x reader#yandere malleus draconia#yandere malleus#yandere malleus x reader#yandere malleus draconia x reader#yandere idia shroud x reader#yandere idia shroud#yandere idia x reader#yandere malleus draconia x yandere idia#yandere malleus and idia#yandere idia x yandere malleus#Let me know if anyone else is feeling this#yandere malleus x reader x yandere idia
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Yandere Arachnologist x GN! Reader
Content/Trigger warning: Spiders are all over this text, so be careful. Stalking and bullying are heavily mentioned as well.
- Yandere Arachnologist who has always had a passion and borderline obsession for spiders. They love how small yet deadly they can be, never hesitating to protect themselves with their powerful venoms and creating small but intricate webs, which they can use to fool and trap their preys.
- Yandere Arachnologist wishes they could be like their fuzzy eight-leg friends. They can hide in dark and small crevices, unlike them. They evade their predators with skill and grace, unlike them. They don't have to be judged or hated by their fellow arachnids, unlike them. They are free, unlike them.
- Yandere Arachnologist will have trouble falling in love with others, with them being quite solitary in nature, and would hardly approach others unless it is absolutely necessary, so you would most likely have to take the initiative to get close to them.
"Hey! I've seen you in class before! You are the one who likes reading about spiders, right?"
"And what if I do?"
"Eh?"
"If you are here to mock me, you are wasting your time. Fuck off"
- Yandere Arachnologist are very rude at first. They have been hurt by everyone that was ever close to them, so it will take a while for them to even be polite to you. They have shielded their heart with anger so as to not be taken advantage of again.
- Yandere Arachnologist will slowly lower their guard as you persist in your pursuit for a friendship. If you continue to be kind, respectful, and actively interested in their hobbies, they will be sure to act more and more lively and accepting with every new interaction.
"You mentioned how you have a per spider, right? Can I meet them?"
"... You are not going to hurt them, are you?"
"Of course not, I promise. I've never seen a Mexican red rump tarantula before, so I'm very curious!"
"Oh! Ok then. I'm sorry if I was too rude"
"It's alright, don't worry about it. I would also be protective of my pet so they are never harmed!"
- Yandere Arachnologist will be very happy if you wish to bond with their passion, spiders. You better not have arachnophobia, or else you won't be able to survive this. Yandere Arachnologist will show you hundreds of books and illustrations of many of the different species of spiders around the world! They will explain to you how each and every spider acts and how their venom works!
- Yandere Arachnologist is so happy to finally have someone like them who won't judge or hate them for their hobby! They immediately consider you their best friend when they let you hold Fuzzy for the first time, and you carry them with such care as you would a baby.
- Yandere Arachnologist will slowly cath feelings for you as the weeks go by. Perhaps it is because you are the first person who has ever treated them with respect and love? Or could it be due to the fact that you share their same passion? Maybe because you are their first ever true friend? Whatever it is, the turning point will be if you ever defend them from a bully (they hate bullies) who were mocking them.
- Yandere Arachnologist will look at you in awe and adoration as you tear the bully a new one and even threaten to fight them if they ever dare to insult them ever again.
"Seriously, what's wrong with these people?!"
"They never mind their business..."
"And just because you like spiders! Disgusting..."
"..."
"Hey, don't worry. I'll always be there for you, I won't ever let them harm you again"
"Thanks... I will do so too =)"
- Yandere Arachnologist is pretty good at stalking and keeping tabs on you without being detected. Years of needing to be under the radar so as not to be harassed has trained them quite well. They make sure to note everything that they didn't already know about you into one of their many journals. Your likes, dislikes, favorite food, favorite color, favorite shops, email address, phone number, postal address, home address, daily and nightly routine, commute schedule, favorite panties, sleeping position, mole positions... you know, just small things =)
- Yandere Arachnologist makes sure to memorize every significant and insignificant detail you ever tell them and prepare for the fated day when they will confess their undying love and obsession. And prepare in the case you refuse.
- Yandere Arachnologist has already furnaced their basement to resemble your room almost perfectly. They have landed a pretty good job with a salary that can support the two of you and plenty of venom from one of their pets. Don't worry, it's non-lethal. They have plenty of the antidote, too, so do not fret. They only wish to leave a message. Behave or else.
#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x y/n#yandere x you#gn reader#gn!reader#x reader#yandere x gn reader#yandere arachnologist#yandere spider expert#yandere spider enthusiast#yandere x gender neutral reader#x you#x gender neutral y/n#x gn reader#x gender neutral reader#x gn y/n#tw: spiders#tw: bullying#tw: stalking#cw: spiders#cw: bullying#cw: stalking#arachnids#arachnophobia
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I also like the way Denji and Pochita turn suffering into something glorious. In chapter 151, when Denji is about to pull the cable, he shows an angry expression full of resentment, then meets eyes with Pochita, whom he sees in front of the flames marking the link between being CSM and suffering.
They wave at each other, Denji even showing his two fingers, "don't worry it would be a piece of cake", a promise to take this situation in stride.
So in the next chapter, Denji is having fun, even with his insides open, even cut in half. Suffering, Denji, CSM are all the same recipe, as the breakdown of this scene shows. You can't have one without the other.
Before the dream, Denji is carrying Nayuta on his back, then when he realizes what he wants to confront his suffering with, he decides to be CSM without anyone stopping him from tasting that suffering to the full.
Denji wins on all counts. Barem wanted the flames to be his punishment; they are his rebirth. The fire demon continues his symbolism: fire allows men to escape from their conditions, to follow their desires. The flames are not an obstacle to CSM, they help him to become one.
So people are confused, insulting Denji as a CSM wannabe. But he is CSM, because unlike the wannabe or the contractors of the fire demon, the flames don't reduce him to ashes. And you can't blame them, because like the CSM wannabe, fire was a trigger for Denji to realise he was CSM.
Despite the physical pain, CSM will continue to move and devour. Devouring, being cut in half, it's all the same as eating a good peace of cake.
OH you tried to cut Denji in two, his human life on one side, his demonic life as a CSM on the other?
AH did you physically cut Denji in two?
It's just routine....... After all, CSM is already a two-part work!
Cut CSM in two and the machine will continue to run. Turning the pages, hoping that behind the suffering, there will be something positive, this reading could also be summed up by Denji as a good massage!
#chainsaw man#csm#csm part 2#denji#csm spoilers#csm 152#csm 151#csm 150#barem#pochita#fire devil#my thoughts
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I HAVE BENN HIT WITH INSPO FOR ASK MY BELOVED !2937!4;!6!5?3
So ya know how paimon has been kinda sus in sumeru right? Down right bashing their culture đ¤¨
I NEED blunt readers reaction of that
Like,, we love her and all but sometimes she just need to be put back in her place ',:/
In the case that she is not familiar with the our "ancient"/blunt language, she would be just DUMBSTRUCK !
Anywayysss just a thought.
LOVE YAAAAAA!
OHHHH MY FUCKING GODDD IM SO GLAD WE ALL INDIVIDUALLY GOT UP. AND SAID FUCK YOU PAIMON. EVEN THE PAIMON ENJOYERS SHOULD NOT BE SIDING W/ HER ON THIS ONE-
LIKEEE OKAY HOYO DEVS WE KNEW U GUYS WERE PIECES OF SHIT BUT RLLY?? CONVERTING PAIMON TO UR BS???
My genuine reaction when getting into Sumeru at first:
Like im so happy u sent this bc this gives me an excuse to write all my rants and comebacks for every Offensive Racist Paimon Line!
also omg, i couldnt find ANY of her rough lines abt pronoucing Sumeru names or something, like no google searches showed ANYTHING- wtf- paimon trying not to get cancelled out here in??
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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only)
Planet: Language Shenanigans
Orbit: Headcanons-ish, tiny scenario
Stars: Paimon, slight mentions of traveler (aether or lumine), Tighnari, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Cyno
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: cussing, slight racism/culturally insults, Paimon-bashing & Trigger Warnings: slight racism/cultural insults
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Bascially if you donât know, Paimonâs had a lot of weirdly slightly out of character/insulting lines about the names of Sumeru characters/Aranara/and has insulted Sumeru food too. đ And sheâs never said any of that about any other country that weâve been to before, like itâs especially weird PAIMON of all people insulting FOOD.
Itâs givingggg⌠racism. Or at least culturally offensive.
So anyway, these are all from memory or vague impressions of what sheâs said, as I canât find the exact voicelines!
âArarana- what?! Goodness gracious, must all these names be so great in length and difficult to pronounce!â
âYour name is probably pretty shit for them to say too, Paimon, donât worry.â
Literally can feel the jaw drops of the Aranara that was trying to introduce themselves, and Paimon herself as she sputters,
the blonde traveler has like, completely turned around to, yâknow, cough (laugh their ass off)
Oh you never let that shit slide, much to the amusement (and honestly a little respect) from all of Sumeru residents
When Paimon struggles to pronounce names, you just immediately start sounding it out reallllyyy slowly, to the point of like- taking a couple of seconds for each syllable lmao
âDonât worry Paimon, Iâll help you out since youâre brain is too little to understand words. Alllll- TTTTTTeeeeee- nnnnaaaahhhhh- rrrrrriiiiii-â (Al-Tighnari)
Tighnari was seconds away from launching a nuclear war of a comeback before you just did this again, and he just crossed his arms and smiled happily and waited on you too lmao
it drives Paimon up the wall (up in the air?) bc u refuse to be interrupted by her or stop sounding it out until she stops talking lol
(which took about 3-4 shitty comments from her, which almost ruined peoplesâ first impression of you guys, before she stopped completely thank fuck)
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Sheâd also been a little shit about the food??!!? Paimon??!!! Of all people??!?!?!?!
Which is honestly insane to you, and you genuinely thought something was wrong with her for a minute when she looked a little disgusted at the Pita Pockets
You guys had been eating with a couple of allogenes, Alhaitham, Kaveh, (who took some time off to hang out) Tighnari (who was visiting for the day), and Cyno, (whoâd also made some time off to hang out with you)
Tighnari just continues to eat his food, and barely twitches an ear at Paimonâs comments, he already knows whatâs coming lol
Kaveh starts to get a little red in the face, and Alhaitham and Cyno donât change expression at all, simply watching
Right as Kaveh begins to say, âListen here-!!!â
You just interrupt quickly, snatching Paimonâs plate from in front of her and dumping it on yours,
âPaimon if you ever make another disrespectful little comment about the food or anyoneâs names or any other shit about Sumeru, I will clap you so fucking hard out the sky youâll be crawling through Sumeru City trying to keep up with us. Shut up.â
And just drop the empty plate back in front of her, and continue to eat, best not to give her too much attention actually, in case thats all she wants
The traveler was just like đđ
doing that thing where you LOUDLY sip the last of your drink in the silence LMAO
Alhaitham just like, turns away to laugh into his fist, Kavehâs still in literal shock, mouth open and everything đ that was the fastest comeback heâs ever heard, yknow obviously, so heâs like- still processing-
Cyno just smiles a little and his eyes are nearly sparkling as he watches you lol
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Itâs a unanimous thought that nearly every allogene who hears your speech, especially the Sumeru ones whoâve heard you sass Paimon already,
want to watch you just destroy someone verbally so they can hear more of how youâd say it/how clean a cut simple speech can be, just downright violating the opponents lmao
(and never wanting it turned on them)
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Sorry this was short!
but i fucking love your idea sm, ALSO JUST BC ITS A SHORT REPLY DOESNT MEAN THAT THIS WASNT A STELLAR IDEA AND U BEST BELIEVE THIS HAPPENS IN THE ONE SHOT LMAO
it was such sweet revenge on Paimon to write this, and have actual consequences rather than just đ having to STEWWWW in anger while she made all these comments while playing đđ
tbh i was worried it was giving âwhite saviorâ energy so i hope it doesnât-
lmk if that did happen! :/
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and thank u guys for being so patient with ur asks and patient with me answering them!
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#srry for the short post guys#working on longer ones and other writing stuff like some fanfics#sagau#genshin sagau#genshin impact#genshin isekai#gender neutral reader#genshin imagines#genshin impact self aware au#genshin impact sagau#my asks#also srry ive been trying to clean out my mailbox so figured id close it for awhile!#ur welcome to still make comments and stuff tho :0
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Hello i am unsure about a thing and im not going to go into specifics about the subject as it could be insanely triggering for some, but i will be vaguely describing it.
But recently as in 2023 i lost a friend of mine in a argument where i pointed out something in a anime/manga that just wasnt sitting right with me at all, it was honestly making me quite uncomfortable and then it did some really messed up stuff..and so my first thought is to inform my friend..make sure you know..avoid this..its bad..
And her first move is to attack me and telling me that because i noticed something bad that i was actively participating in that same thing and accused me of being/doing something i was not.
She basically insulted me with something that is no light thing and continued to tell me i was wrong about the subject matter.
I went and found proof that the subject matter is infact what i was claiming it to be and that it was wrong and i was not infact wrong or bad for simply knowing what i was seeing and condemning it.
I continued to try to make her see reason but i got fed up with it and blocked her and left the server i shared with her..alittle while later i unblocked her and tried again cause you know..shes been my friend for years and she was important to me and i was hoping she would apologize to me cause she really did deeply hurt me but all she did was ignore what we argued about, the real issue..so i blocked her again..
So now...now other people are taking notice of this stuff i found in this manga/anime..and just how bad it is...i am thinking of contacting this ex friend again and this time literally demanding an apology cause its undeniable at this point and cause like i said i was deeply hurt by her accusations, when she should have known me better...i honestly feel like i am owed an apology but i dont know if that would make me an asshole or if i should just leave it alone..but i can't forget it..it was literally an insult to who i am..
What are these acronyms?
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