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theostrophywife · 5 months

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dress.

pairing: lorenzo berkshire x reader.

song inspiration: dress by taylor swift.

author's note: can't stop thinking about that anon that called me out on being feral for theo yet soft for my baby boy cutie pie sweetie enzo. they were so right, but can you blame me? enzo is the pretty boy. he invented baby girlism.

“How do I look?”

Beautiful.

Breathtaking.

Devastating.

Enzo blinked away the words that materialized in his mind, shaking off the thoughts that he had no business thinking about his best friend. His honey eyes darkened as you descended the winding staircase, the billowing skirt of your ball gown kissing the checkered floor of your family’s mansion.

The pretty lilac shade complimented your complexion, making you glow underneath the crystal chandelier. Every curve draped in luxurious velvet fabric, like temptation wrapped in a pretty little bow just to torment him.

“Earth to Enzo,” you teased, poking at your best friend’s shoulder with a gloved finger. “Have I lost you?”

Enzo sucked in a breath, relishing in the sight of you. “Sorry. You look…” he trailed off, searching for the right words. “You look stunning, Y/N.”

Your smile nearly took his breath away. The action lit up your entire face, crinkling the corner of your eyes in the most endearing way. Enzo was entranced as you straightened his tie, pinching his cheek because you both knew that he secretly loved it.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Berkshire.” The playful tone of your voice made his heart skip a beat, the steady rhythm echoing in his ears as Enzo offered you his arm. “The girls will be envious of my handsome escort.”

“I think they’ll be more envious of that dress,” Enzo murmured softly. The smooth, low cadence of his voice flowed through you like honey. “I don’t think anyone will be able to keep their eyes off of you tonight, love.”

Including him.

The ballroom was filled to the brim with guests from the sacred and influential families, the women dressed to the nines in silk, lace, and velvet, their ears and wrists and necks dripping with diamonds. The men wore impeccably fitted suits with watches and family heirloom rings that cost more than a year’s worth of wages.

All around the room, attendees nursed their cocktails and indulged in the impressive spread of hors d'oeuvres, whispering excitedly about the grandeur and opulence of the ball your family hosted every year, but he barely picked up on their conversations. Enzo smiled and nodded politely, but his attention wasn’t on any of them.

Instead, the entirety of his focus fell on you. Enzo watched as you chatted and charmed the crowd, even going so far as gaining a slight smile from his surly uncle Lucius, who was notoriously unimpressed by anything and everything. Your best friend was entirely convinced that you could’ve charmed the feathers off of a hippogriff.

“What a delightful girl you are. Exactly the type of lady young Lorenzo should be courting.” Lucius drawled. “Draco would do well to follow his cousin’s example.”

Narcissa smiled. “I’m afraid our son is too late. These two are quite smitten with each other already.”

Neither one of you corrected the couple. There was truly no use. Despite the countless attempts at clarifying the nature of your relationship, the adults still assumed that the two of you were together. Sometimes it was just easier to play along. Enzo had no complaints. Especially not when you placed a kiss on his cheek and nodded in agreement.

“Can you blame me, Mrs. Malfoy?” You teased, winking at Enzo. “Lorenzo’s quite the catch. Anyone would be lucky to have such a perfect gentleman by their side.”

Enzo tried not to blush as Lucius and Narcissa nodded in approval. Luckily, his aunt and uncle moved along, allowing you to greet the other guests. Throughout the night, Enzo stayed by your side, chiming in when needed, refilling your drinks when you ran out, and feeding you appetizers in between breaks. The rest of his friends teased him for it, but Enzo was perfectly content with playing the part of escort.

“Mother was right. Y/N has every male in here eating out of her hand,” Draco said, looking over at you in appreciation as he took a sip of champagne. “Can’t blame them. That dress is something else. She looks proper fit.”

“You don’t stand a chance, Malfoy.” Mattheo scoffed as he popped a bacon wrapped fig into his mouth.

Theo nodded in agreement, eyes glazed over from the smoke break that he and Mattheo took in the gardens earlier. “Blondes aren’t Y/N’s type.” His mouth quirked as he glanced over at Enzo. “Isn’t that right, Berkshire?”

“You lot are insufferable,” Enzo said with an eye roll.

He glanced over the top of his champagne glass, smiling softly to himself as he watched his mum fawn over you. She often joked about taking her engagement ring out of the Gringott’s vault despite the fact that Enzo repeatedly told her that the two of you weren’t in a relationship. Along with everyone else, his parents seemed convinced that the two of you were meant to be.

“What’s the matter, cousin? Jealous that Y/N might take a liking to me?”

“She’d sooner snog a rat,” Enzo replied sarcastically.

“A ferret is close enough, isn’t it?” asked Regulus.

“Malfoy might stand a chance after all,” was Tom’s deadpan response.

Mattheo chuckled. “Good one, brother. Come on, lads. We should let Enzo get back to his date.”

With a sigh, Enzo downed his champagne glass before rejoining your side. You were in deep conversation with his parents, but broke out into a goofy grin the minute you caught sight of him.

“There’s my handsome date,” you exclaimed. “I must say, you raised quite a gentleman, Mr. and Mrs. Berkshire. I couldn’t have asked for a better escort. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that he looks quite handsome in a suit.”

Enzo flushed as you straightened his tie. His father smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “I reckon Lorenzo gets that from me.”

“No doubt, Mr. Berkshire. All the ladies seem to think so. Perhaps I should stop hogging him to myself and give the others a chance.”

“Try as you might, Lorenzo only has eyes for you, dear.” Enzo groaned, blushing at his mum’s embarrassing statement. “What? It’s true. You two make a beautiful couple.”

Enzo was about to correct his mother for the millionth time, but you simply slipped your gloved hand through his elbow and smiled. “Thank you, Mrs. Berkshire. We clean up rather well, don’t we?”

You giggled as Enzo turned red in the face. Completely unaware of his desire to melt into the marble floor, his mother flashed you a pleased smile. “There’s no need for formalities. I insist that you call me Helene. You’re practically family at this point. Though I do hope my son will add you into the Berkshire brood soon enough. Speaking of which, what is your ring size, dear?”

Never in his life had Enzo felt so mortified. It was one thing to have the adults mistake you for a couple, but to have his mother imply marriage was an entirely different beast. One that Enzo had no plans of tackling tonight.

“That’s our cue for a dance. I think you’ve kept our gracious host long enough, mum.”

His mother started to protest until his father placed an arm around her shoulder. “Now, now, my love. Let the children be. Plenty of time to discuss serious matters during Y/N’s next visit, which we hope will be soon. Our grand piano has been feeling a bit neglected lately and we have missed your lovely rendition of the classics.”

“Well we certainly can’t have your Steinway sit idle for too long. I promise to come by for tea before term starts.” You kissed both of his parents on the cheek. A friendly gesture that he had never seen them engage in with any of his friends. “It’s always a pleasure, Helene and Henry. Now if you’ll excuse us, Lorenzo and I are about to put those waltz lessons to good use.”

Enzo’s father clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t let this young lady get away, Lorenzo.”

The tips of Enzo’s ears went positively red as his parents departed. “Sorry about that. I’ve tried to tell them that we aren’t dating, but as you can see, it’s fallen on deaf ears.”

You grinned, reaching up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “It’s alright. I truly don’t mind. Your parents are quite charming. Clearly you inherited that trait.” You rubbed at the kiss print you left behind and giggled. “Now, I believe you promised me a dance, Mr. Berkshire.”

Enzo smiled, his arm already circling around your waist. “I always keep my promises, Ms. Y/L/N. Prepare to be swept off your feet, love.”

Time seemed to still as Enzo escorted you onto the dancefloor. You beamed at him, curtsying with a silly grin while he bowed in return. The two of you waltzed together as the live musicians played a soft and slow tune. Enzo couldn’t help but admire you as you twirled around in your pretty lilac dress. A few curls fell out from your updo, sweeping against your rosy cheeks while you fell into step with him. As he held you tightly against him, Enzo hoped to Merlin that the music was loud enough to drown out the rapid beating in his chest.

Deny it as he may, Enzo knew deep down that his heart only beat for you anyways.

The rest of the night passed by in a blur. Ever the gracious host, you personally said goodbye to each guest until the last person left the manor. Given the late hour, you insisted that Enzo stay the night, a request that was quickly turned into a command by your parents. They adored Enzo as much as you did, perhaps even more. Though he doubted that their affection would remain the same if they knew the filthy thoughts that plagued him every time he stayed over.

“C’mon, Enz,” you said, tugging at his hand. “Last person up the stairs has to pick up croissants in the morning!”

Enzo chuckled before breaking into a sprint. You squealed as he gained in on you, gathering your dress up in your hands while slipping your heels off and making a run for it. You nearly tripped on the taffeta, but luckily Enzo caught you around the waist and hauled you over his shoulder.

“I guess we both lose, honey.”

You giggled as Enzo marched into your room before discarding you gently on the four poster bed. He smiled as you sprawled out on the mattress and dragged him down beside you. Scooting up against the pillows, Enzo traced the initials that the two of you carved against your bedpost when you were ten.

“Do you remember the day we carved those in?”

Enzo nodded. “The summer before our first year at Hogwarts.” He smiled as he recalled the memory. “We were both so scared of being sorted into different houses, but you said that if we carved our initials together, then nothing would be able to separate us.”

“Mum and dad were furious,” you said with a chuckle. “But it was worth it. Ten years later and it still stands true. If we’re lucky, it’ll last for an eternity.”

“Luck has nothing to do with it,” Enzo declared. “I’d still be by your side even when the carvings fade.”

You smiled softly and turned over to face him. Enzo brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, those honey eyes flickering with emotion. “Do you really think so? What about when we both get married? I don’t think your wife would appreciate me hanging around, Enz.”

“That won’t be a problem,” Enzo countered confidently.

You traced over his dimple, memorizing the feel of his skin underneath your fingertips. “How can you be so sure?” you teased.

“Because you’re the only one I could ever picture myself marrying.”

The gravity of his words settled between you. Enzo almost wished he could take it back if not for the relief that flooded his entire body now that he had spoken his true feelings out loud. After years of silence and patience, of pining and anticipating, of hands shaking from holding back from you, Enzo felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

Whether or not you returned the sentiment mattered very little to him. All Enzo knew was that he loved you and he could no longer sit here and pretend that you weren’t carved into his heart and soul like a golden tattoo.

“Lorenzo,” you whispered softly. If it were anyone else, Enzo would’ve loathed hearing his full name, but the moment you said it, everything just stopped. “I don’t want you like a best friend.”

His heart stopped beating. “Do you mean that, Y/N?”

“Of course I mean it,” you affirmed. “You’re my favorite person. You’re not only my best friend, but you’re my lifeline. We’ve seen each other through the best and worst of times and somehow we haven’t grown sick of each other and I don’t think we ever will. You’re the only person I see myself marrying too, Enzo. You’re my one and only.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that,” he whispered softly, noses brushing close. “Though it’s not nearly as long as I’ve waited to do this.”

You held your breath as Enzo leaned forward, closing the gap between you. The space that signified the boundary of your friendship was nearly nonexistent now, filled with longing looks and shaking hands. Your eyes fluttered close as soon as your lips met.

With a shaky exhale, you melted into Enzo’s arms as he clutched you close. One hand weaved around your waist while the other cupped your jaw. You sighed into the kiss, relishing the feel of his lips against yours. Enzo tasted like champagne, making you dizzy with the sweetness as he deepened the kiss. You giggled as Enzo tugged you into his lap, tracing your fingers over the initials on the headboard before tangling them in his hair.

The feel of Enzo was familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. This was your best friend. You knew every scar and mole and freckle by heart, but the soft sighs and plush lips were an entirely new experience that you longed to explore.

“I wish you hadn’t waited so long,” you whispered against his lips. “We could’ve been doing this all along.”

“We have all the time in the world to make up for it, my love.” Enzo caressed your cheek with such tenderness that it made your heart ache. “Do you even know how hard it’s been to hold myself back? How many times I’ve had to physically restrain myself from kissing the breath right out of you this night alone?”

“You’re not alone in that. You look so damn good in that suit, it should honestly be considered a crime.”

Enzo chuckled as you straightened his lapel. “If this suit is a crime, then that dress would land you a cell in Azkaban. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you the entire night.”

“Good,” you said with a cheeky smile. “I only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

Those innocent honey brown eyes darkened as Enzo toyed with the strap of your dress, kissing every bit of exposed skin available to him. “Allow me to do this properly, then. Now that I have you, I intend to savor every smile, every touch, and every kiss you give me.”

Anticipation hung heavy in the air as Enzo tugged at the laces of your dress, carefully unraveling you like his own personal gift. He helped you wriggle out of the purple fabric, sliding the dress down over your body with such gentleness and care. Your lips met once more as you slid off his jacket, your fingers making quick work of the button shirt underneath as well. When both of your clothes were piled up on your bedroom floor, Enzo lifted his head up to properly look at you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he drank in the sight before him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Enzo breathed, his voice full of awe and wonder. He tugged at the ribbons in your hair, setting your curls free.

Tenderly, Enzo laid you back on the mattress and captured your lips with his. As promised, he took his time exploring every inch of your body. Slender fingers caressed your skin, eliciting satisfied sighs while Enzo lavished you with kisses. He groaned as your fingers tangled through his hair, pulling him impossibly close until you couldn’t tell where you began and he ended.

You moved as one, the trust and care evident between you and Enzo. He knew you better than anyone. Knew all the quirks and flaws and oddities that made you you. Enzo knew how to touch you, how to kiss you, how to look at you in a way that made you feel like he truly saw you.

Enzo pressed his forehead against yours. “We don’t have to rush. I’m perfectly content to wait until you’re ready.”

It was sweet and such an incredibly Enzo thing to say. Even after waiting all this time, all he cared about was that you were comfortable.

“I think we’ve both had our fill of waiting.” You smiled up at him, cradling his jaw. He leaned into your touch like he was savoring every bit of affection he could get. “I’ve never felt more ready for anything in my life. I trust you more than I trust myself. I love you, Lorenzo Berkshire.”

The smile on Enzo’s face was blinding. It was like feeling the sunshine on your skin after years in darkness. It was golden.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Enzo confessed. “I think I’ve loved you even before I knew what love was.”

“My one and only,” you whispered, peppering kisses along his jaw. “My lifeline.”

With heartbreaking gentleness, Enzo wrapped your legs around his waist. Honey eyes latched onto yours as he hovered over you, his astute gaze flickering over your face as he eased into you. Enzo was slow and gentle, giving you time to adjust to his size and brushing your hair out of your face while lavishing you with luxurious kisses. You moaned into his mouth as his hips met yours, feeling full and content, like joining your bodies together in this way was the most natural thing in the world.

“Look at me, honey. I want to see those pretty eyes.”

Your eyes opened to the most beautiful sight. The candlelit room cast a hazy glow over everything, bathing Enzo with its soft golden light. Your chest tightened as you admired him, fingertips grazing the curve of his jaw, the angles of his cheekbones, the cheeky dimples that you loved so much, the perfect aquiline nose, and the dark lashes framing those mesmerizing eyes. In the dim light, they looked like pools of honey and you felt like a fly swimming in liquid gold.

“You’re beautiful too, Enzo. Like a work of art,” you beamed as he flushed. “My pretty boy.”

“Don’t say that, sweetheart. Not unless you want this to be finished quicker than it started.”

You chuckled. “Is that so? Have I found your weakness?”

Enzo groaned, shifting his hips in a way that had you moaning underneath him. “You are my weakness, my love.”

“Yeah?” You asked, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist and rolling your hips against his. “Show me how weak I make you, pretty boy.”

The precarious thread of self control that Enzo was desperately holding onto snapped. With a roll of his hips, he set a pace that had you clawing at the sheets. He chuckled darkly as you clambered for control, nails raking at his back before finding purchase in his hair. You tugged hard, desperate for more.

“Oh god, Enzo.” You moaned as he slammed into you, feeling boneless as he silenced your sounds with a filthy kiss.

“You wanted to see what you do to me?” Enzo teased, gripping your hips to hold you in place while he slid all the way out. The head of his cock barely brushed your cunt and you ached to feel all of him again. You whimpered in response as he teased you, taunted you. “You drive me fucking insane, Y/N. I think about this, every second of every day. You’re all I want. You’re all I need.”

“So have me,” you breathed. “Have all of me, Enzo.”

You groaned as Enzo slammed back in. It felt good to be full of him. It felt right. You murmured as much into his mouth, canting your hips to his as he raised your arms above your head and twined your fingers together. In that moment, there was nothing in the world but you and Enzo—the boy you loved making love to you.

Despite the lust swimming in his eyes, something softer reared from underneath the surface. A look that Enzo had given you countless times over the years. A look that was pure love and adoration. Your heart swelled as you squeezed his fingers.

“I love it when you look at me like that,” you whispered.

“Like you’re my whole world?” Enzo murmured against your lips. “You are, you know.”

You kissed him, slow and deep. “You’re mine, too.”

“Don’t take those pretty eyes off of me, honey.” Enzo said as he pushed your body to the brink of pleasure. “I want to watch you come apart for me.”

“Together?” you asked, brushing the hair out of his eyes.

“Always,” he responded.

Enzo pressed your forehead against his, slipping past the edge with you and indulging in the sweet ecstasy of your bodies fitting perfectly together. The orgasm rocked over you first and you panted into Enzo’s mouth as he watched in awe. His own pleasure took over after a few more thrusts, your name falling sweetly from his lips as he chased the high.

Neither one of you made any indication of moving. You were content feeling the full weight of Enzo’s blissed out body on top of yours, smiling to yourself as you ran your fingers through his hair. He sighed happily against your neck and cuddled closer.

Enzo took your hand and kissed your fingertips. He intertwined them through his, squeezing gently as he examined your hand.

“Four and a half.”

“Hmm?”

“That’s your ring size, isn’t it? I’ll have to tell mum. We’ll need to get her engagement ring resized.”

You chuckled. “Engagement ring? You haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend yet. Now you want to jump to being my fiancé?”

“Well, girlfriend is certainly not strong enough to describe who you are to me,” He said, kissing your ring finger. “I prefer the love of my life. My future wife and the mother of my children. Though I suppose I’ll settle for fiancé.”

“Will you at least let me get used to calling you my boyfriend first?”

“Fine,” Enzo huffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. “You can call me your boyfriend. For now.”

“How generous of you, Mr. Berkshire.”

You grinned and pulled him in for a kiss. Enzo nuzzled his nose against yours, looking down at you with those innocent honey eyes. “I’ll show the future Mrs. Berkshire how generous I can be. Then you’ll be calling me your husband in no time.”

“I like the sound of that, pretty boy.”

#you guys don't even understand how much i adore best friend enzo friends to lovers is his trope #enzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire smut #enzo berkshire x you #enzo berkshire imagine #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire imagine #lorenzo berkshire x you #lorenzo berkshire smut #lorenzo berkshire fluff

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the-aisei-cousins · 3 months

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Event: Camping Trip

(Tw: mention and talks of Pedophilia, R@pe, child abuse, and cannibalism.(also sorry that I forgot to add this. I thought I did when I wrote this.))

You had received an email from Hope's Peak Academy

'You were invited to help Ms. Dai to take Class 82 onto a 2 week long camping trip starting tomorrow! Class 82 will be thankful for your participation.

We are not responsible for any minor damage, major injuries, any human beings being eaten, and/or deaths that Class 82 may cause.'

You decided to join. Probably your better judgment but to join, you chose none the less. The next day, you went to Hope's Peak Academy to see a group of 7 teens and one little robot girl. All had on a white shirt with brown shorts on.

One was a dark skinned girl with two IDs. One was a Substitute Teacher ID and the other a Student ID for the same school. She was in front and facing the rest of the students.

There was a boy with black hair and brown eyes. He had a bunch of scars on his body, some old, some new, some healed, some still fresh.

The robot girl was to his left. She seems to be design to look around 8 years old, but she seems to be an old model. The body was rusty in some areas and wore down by time.

To her left was a boy with an red jacket on. He had the hood over his head and sunglasses covering his face. His hands were in his pocket.

To his left was a young lady with long light reddish pink hair, dilated pupils, and a slightly jagged tooth. She was the tallest in her class.

To her left was Irofuka Nijiue. It was weird to see him not in a butler uniform. He was stilling wearing his red gloves and his hair was pulled into a short, low ponytail.

To his left was Yolei, wearing a light turtleneck sweater underneath the shirt. The also had leggings and a bag on. She was leaning towards Irofuka.

And finally, Yoshino, who had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing stockings under her shorts. She also had a small backpack on.

Yù: "Okay, let's go over the rules, one more time. No killing people, selling illegal substances or items, and no eating people. Alive or Dead. We will still be doing theapry sessions while camping. Don't wonder to far, especially at night. We have to introduce ourselves to our guests, even if we already met them. That means, telling them your actual names and Ultimate Talents, alright?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Yù: "Thank you Yoshino."

Do you say anything?

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#bloodthirsty maid: yolei aisei #buttons and threads: yoshino aisei #Event: Camping Trip⛺

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diorcities · 21 days

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the swan (preview)

extended version hopefully ── haechan x afab!reader genre smut content ballet au, womanizer!hyuck, corruption kink, thriller, dark content (graphic violence: a fight, this scene, a vendetta) haechan has a soft spot for reader, based on the swan in some aspects, this scene may vary tho more tba. this doesn't allude to r*pe or any kind of abuse, promise.

the rest of the night slips out of your mind. you don't know how you've walked, or how you've got out of the academy, or how you ended up back on haechan's bike, taking refuge in the warm space of his back as he rides through the city. he hasn't said a word, and you don't think it's necessary. you don't think you can stand it, so he keeps quiet and it's for the best.

you've come to your apartment again, you don't remember telling him the address. your mind feels scattered and dizzy.

the invitation burns on your lips, but you don't utter them, instead your lips tremble, gathering everything that has happened, what would've happened. “why did he notice me? what does he want from me?”

haechan sighs heavily, “isn't obvious? he wants your purity, dove.”

the word comes out wrong for you. hesitant gaze, looking at his confident features tinged with something akin to annoyance. “i guess you're a virgin.”

“w-what?”

“correct me. have you had a boyfriend?” he inquires, “you've never been on a motorbike, you sigh every time i brush against you in the dance piece. you've never been touched like this, have you?” his glowing eyes demand a response that strangles in your throat. “not even by yourself.” his voice comes out hesitantly as if it had barely occurred to him just now. “white and pure, as a dove,” he recites, breathing artificially.

his fingers drum his helmet under your collapse, and you feel him revel. “he wants you pure, he's attracted to corrupt you. that's why he chose you, that's why he wants you above the rest of the girls,” he confesses, tactlessly.

“do you want to get rid of him? you'll have to corrupt yourself. set yourself free.”

“how can i do that?”

“why don't you try to touch yourself? see if that helps.”

“wh-what?...” you bite your lip before you pronounce, “h-how?” your neck looks like it's about to burn and your chest flaps to explode when you see him smile mischievously. eyes taking on a jovial emotion.

“you'll know how.” you see him fidgets with his helmet as he starts the bike. his gloved hand plays with your cheek, “don't think about it tonight, yeah? go to sleep.” he puts the gear on after checking out your features one last time. “but... when you do, just think of me while you're at it.”

“hae.” your hand grabs hold of his forearm as he's about to leave. “would you... stay? please?”

you see him pound, maybe because of your roommate, “she's out.” the words stumble out, tinged with anguish. an eternity goes by where he weighs the possibility of doing it, seeing him slowly slipping through your fingers. “please, i-i want you to stay.”

he grins fleetingly, “you want me to stay?” he articulates slowly.

“would you?” you don't mean to sound so desperate, but up to this point you care little about how ridiculous you look in his eyes, imploring him to stay the night so you're not alone with your thoughts. “i want you to...”

his eyes widen in expectation. “his hands, his fingertips...” a feeling twitches in your stomach, something dirty reveals itself and takes space as you fall into realization: the white that haechan was referring to, beginning to turn gray.

“d'you want me to take care of them?” he says, and you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

his hand goes to the handlebars but to turn off the bike. the humming ceases as he hops off and towers over you. his intoxicating aroma sheltering your soul. “anything for my dove.”

#cooking ... cooking #haechan smut #donghyuck smut #donghyuck x you #haechan x you #nct dream smut

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the-travelling-witch · 27 days

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

summary: the human custom of sharing clothes had been an unfamiliar one for jade, but he has always been a quick study

pairing: jade leech x gn! reader (both have graduated nrc, but a lot of this is reliving school memories)

warnings: fluff, implied smaller reader; i think it made more sense in my head but have it anyway bc i never wanna shut up about him, please applaud my restraint to not name this ‘boyfriend material’

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It was true that wearing clothes was a foreign feeling when Jade first came to the shore all those years ago. But he had come to like the human custom, no matter how tedious it might seem at times. Not only did he realise the way one dressed held a lot of power in the way one was perceived by others, it had also served him in making some fond memories.

The ones he remembered most vividly, however, were those which featured you at the centre of them. Through various means, like the course they had attended or familiarising himself with different types of media above sea level, Jade had learnt that sharing clothes was a thing done between close friends or romantic partners, often being hailed as a sweet gesture and being positively received by characters and audiences alike. So when you had caught the eel’s interest, he had decided to see what the fuss was all about.

Despite his tendency to curate situations which would bring about whatever outcome he desired, the first time the opportunity arose had been a happy coincidence. That day, it had started raining cats and dogs right as the bell signalling lunch break rang. Luckily, Jade’s last class of the morning had been in the building the cafeteria was in, so he could watch in amusement as students swarmed towards the building with various forms of rain repellent keeping them dry- or not.

You had been one of the poor, unfortunate souls who had left their umbrella at the dorm that day, a point made abundantly clear by the way you had sprinted with your PE uniform jacket held over your head in a feeble attempt of shielding yourself. By the time you had made it into the dry hallway, your jacket had been absolutely drenched, the rest of your clothes not faring much better. Witnessing your predicament and seeing a chance to put his theory to the test, Jade had slinked over to your side.

“Oya, if I had known you were this fond of water, I would have invited you to the Coral Sea before,” the eel had said, startling you with his sudden appearance. Your reaction had only served for the polite smile on his lips to grow a tad bit wider. “Yet, here I was under the impression humans don’t like getting their clothes wet. Perhaps I have been wrong?”

“You know well enough this wasn’t intentional, so drop the oblivious act, Jade,” you had sighed, rustling through your backpack for something and subsequently taking your eyes off him. “So what do you want? If you’re trying to rope me into a deal over a little bit of rain, I’ll have to disappoint–”

Something warm and dry had landed on your shoulders then, your gaze landing on the black fabric draped over your form first and wandering back to the tall student afterwards. With your mouth parted, opening and closing in the search of something to say, you had borne a strong resemblance to a fish out of water.

“I heard humans get sick easily after walking in the rain,” Jade had mused, tugging at his vest and shirt to make sure they sat correctly without his blazer, “and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“What are you–” You had shaken your head, overcoming your initial confusion as you began shrugging the jacket back off your shoulders. At that point you had been sure he had some ulterior motive and you hadn’t felt like picking up any shifts at Mostro Lounge that week. “I can’t take this from you.”

“Oh, but you can,” he had insisted with a smile, a gloved hand landing on your shoulder to keep the clothing in place. “If you are worried about my health, I am most touched. However, us mers are used to the cold and therefore aren’t as prone to catching one.”

“That wasn’t really what I was concerned about,” you had mumbled, crossing your arms. “I’m more worried about whatever strings come attached with this thing.”

“You wound me. Do you really think I would abuse my fellow student’s misery for personal gain?” Despite his words, he had chuckled at your resolute ‘yes, you would’. The hand on your shoulder had pressed into your upper back then to bring you in closer in order to throw you off with the newfound proximity, disguised as shielding you from the throng of people heading to lunch. “If this is what stands in between you and caring for your health, how about this: In return for accepting my blazer, you accompany me to lunch? I’ll consider us even then, I promise.”

You had studied the vice housewarden more closely, yet, as usual, his expression did not give anything away. Just then a chilly breeze had blown through the corridor, making you tremble as you instinctively pulled the blazer tighter around your body.

“Fine, I’ll accept,” you had relented through chattering teeth.

“Wonderful,” the eel had beamed down at you before guiding you forward, still with his fingers splayed over your upper spine. Students had parted like the sea when they had seen the second year approaching and it was a welcome change of pace from having to fight your way into a spot in the queue.

By the time you had found a table, you had slipped your arms through the sleeves of Jade’s jacket to better hold your tray. And when you rolled up the excess fabric to properly use your cutlery, Jade finally realised why lending someone your clothes was a popular trope in various media.

To say the piece was ill-fitting was an obvious remark, with Jade easily being one of the tallest students around, you were practically drowning in his jacket. It had been eye-openingly endearing for him to say the least. And that was even without factoring in the expression on people’s faces when they realised whose clothes you had been wearing, the Octavinelle band around your left arm added to the context of the scene being a dead giveaway. Yes, as a born predator of the sea, a possessive side of him had revelled in the feeling of staking his claim over you in this way.

But he had shoved the notion down as you had asked him if he liked the food that day and how his morning had been. While he had been able to tell you were still a little wary, cautiously phrasing your responses at first, falling into a casual conversation with you was easy enough. When the anecdote of his brother doing something reckless again made you snort before laughing, he had filed it away as something he wanted to see and hear more of, especially when he was the cause for it.

Lunch had passed a little too fast for the moray’s liking but with one glance at his watch and then one at the still pouring rain, he had quickly devised a plan to monopolise your time to the fullest before returning to your classes.

“Allow me to walk you back to your dorm, so you can change before your next lesson,” Jade had smiled as he pulled out his umbrella, his arm hovering around your back as you had exited the cafeteria. “I assure you, this favour comes with no strings attached.”

Looking back at it years later, perhaps that last part had been a lie, though he was sure neither of you minded. Because after that rainy day, you had interacted more frequently with pleasantly changed feelings.

On Jade’s side of things, he had been more fascinated with you and your reactions than ever and the image of you swaddled in his clothes had managed to stir these newfound emotions in him. You, on the other side, had started considering him as more than a devious loan eel and allowed the normally tightly locked thoughts and feelings for him to come out of their confinement little by little.

After playing cat and mouse for a while, you had taken all your courage, grabbed Jade by the collar and confessed, not able to withstand the tension and anticipation any longer. Of course, he had reciprocated your feelings in teasing delight, which, as your relationship had become public, had easily catapulted you up the list of the school’s lunatics in the eyes of many. But you couldn’t have been happier and, the initial complexities of navigating a new relationship aside, Jade was a dream of a boyfriend if he wasn’t hellbent on prodding and poking you for his own amusement.

So it came as no surprise that, during your school years, you had spent a lot of time at each other’s dorms when Jade wasn’t dragging you up some mountain with him. At that point, you’d felt as comfortable in his room as in yours, even if half of it was shared with the sentient tornado that was Floyd, leaving one half to be pristine and the other opposingly messy.

Jade fondly remembered the day you had come over to study for your upcoming potionology exam, your own dorm room too loud to concentrate and hoping to rope the merman into helping you with your prep questions, especially as his brother had been absent from their room that evening. While many regarded him as the sly and conniving one in the relationship, Jade had to admit you were very good at playing your cards right to where he found it increasingly hard to deny you. Perhaps this cheekiness was one of the things that drew him to you.

Considering you had given up on studying in your room pretty much immediately and had only grabbed your books before marching over to Octavinelle, you had still been in uniform when you joined him at his desk. Ever observant, Jade had quickly noticed the way you subconsciously pulled at the clothes or squirmed in your seat trying to get comfortable.

So being the amazing and reliable boyfriend that he was, he had fished some comfortable loungewear out of his closet; he had initially bought it to round out his collection of essential clothing items, though frankly, he didn’t wear it much himself. With no plans to work at the Lounge that night, he had thought that it might be a good chance to give the comfy clothes another shot.

In retrospect, maybe he should thank your uncomfortable uniform.

When you had both changed into the loungewear, he had not only been amused by the way the shirt, which was a regular fit for him, engulfed your upper body or how you had rolled up the ends of his sweatpants. With some playful huffs at his teasing, you had gone back to work until you had finished writing your study notes, at which point you had relocated to his bed, Jade joining you soon after.

Sitting side by side, your boyfriend had taken to quizzing you to see how much you had retained until he had felt your head drop against his shoulder, which was the first time he had taken note of how late it had gotten. For a few moments he had done nothing but study the way your chest rose and fell with deep breaths, your slightly parted lips inviting him to trace his thumb over the curve of them in featherlight reverence. To think that he of all morays would ever be treated to such a peaceful fragment of mundanity, it had made a warmth tug at his heart the same way the waves rolled over the shore in a calming rhythm, which persisted to this day.

It had pained him to wake you again, so could get ready for bed, persuading you sweetly into staying the night. Though he regretted neither getting to see your half asleep face while you had brushed your teeth, nor how he had been able to pull you close to him under the covers, curling his arms around you as his fingers had wandered over the warmth of your skin under his clothes.

In the comfortable darkness of his room, you had exchanged hushed whispers and murmured confessions as you had settled in his embrace, lulled to sleep by the steady beating of his heart and the lips that had spelled promises of safety and adoration against your skin. And for Jade, tugged deep into the crevice of his heart, there had formed the image of a future where this domesticity was normality.

Years later, after graduation, Jade could proudly claim that this fantasy now lived at the forefront of his heart, that he could fall asleep and wake up to your body next to his, cradled by the allure of forever. After all, for no one but those closest to him would he be up with the rising sun to prepare breakfast, humming under his breath as he relived those memories. Though he considered all his efforts paid off when he heard you shuffle into the kitchen before two arms wrapped around his middle and your head leaned against his spine.

“Good morning to you too, pearl,” Jade chuckled as finished plating the eggs on two plates, then knowingly slid a fresh cup of coffee within your reach. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did, until someone decided to just leave me all by my lonesome,” you grumbled, detaching yourself from him so you could lean against the counter and take a sip of coffee, prepared perfectly to your liking. “I like seeing my beautiful husband’s face first thing in the morning but alas…”

As you stepped into his field of vision, Jade noticed you had chosen not to wear a piece of clothing of yours, but had instead plucked his black dress shirt from the chair he had draped it over the day prior. His dress shirt and nothing else. While it was long enough on you to hide what was for his eyes only, it still showed off the beautiful curve of your legs, ending tantalisingly around your thighs. The few buttons you had closed still displayed the sharp contrast between your collarbones and the softness of the skin peeking through below. It would be all too easy to slip the garment from your shoulder…

“That does seem rather unfair,” Jade agreed as he stepped in front of you, hands ghosting along the expanse of your thighs to rest at your waist, the look in his eyes reminding you of his origins and sending shivers of excitement down your spine. “If you allow me, I have a few ideas in mind on how to make it up to you.”

Within the blink of an eye, his hands had steeled their grip around your waist and lifted you to sit on the counter as he took the opportunity to stand between your legs. Then, with a gentleness which did not match the show of strength, he carefully cupped the back of your head in his palm and connected your lips in a kiss as light and soft as the golden rays bathing your kitchen in light. Your own hands busied themselves with tousling his bed head once again, slowly sliding his black lock behind his left ear as you parted from one another, like a painter putting the finishing strokes on their magnum opus.

“Hm, I might be able to be convinced about forgiving you,” you teased, the lovestruck look in your eyes mirroring his as you slung your arms over his shoulders and crossed them behind his neck in an effort to be even closer to him.

“I must be the luckiest man alive,” he mused, meaning every word of his playful response.

Yes, after living on land for so long, Jade had truly taken a liking to the human custom of wearing clothes and all the different possibilities it held. Then again, the fondness those memories held probably had nothing to do with the clothes at all.

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pekejscatbed · 9 months

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I wanna fuck you like an animal | König x GN! AFAB! Reader

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This is a r*pe fic. Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Read at your own risk.

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König can't help himself, not when you look so small next to him, his tall figure towering over you; the size difference drives him crazy, makes him ache with want and need and pleasure as he fucks into his hand in the middle of the night, thoughts of you- of how tiny you are compared to him- running through his mind, images of you caged under him as he fucks into you while you scream at him and beg him to stop as you sob flash in his mind. He just can't help himself, he really can't, and he knows you'll understand- you just have to!- so he sneaks into your tent one night, knowing you'll be sound asleep by now (Konig's been watching- stalking- you for a while now, memorizing your schedule in wait of this night, in wait of the night when he'll finally make his fantasies a reality and ask- force- you to be his).

The Austrian waits until everyone is asleep, and the camp site is quiet, waits until he knows you're asleep, then unzips his tent to sneak off to yours, where he slowly unzips yours and steps in, closing it behind him.

He towers over your sleeping figure, eyes wide with the look of a wild animal and grinning underneath his mask, his teeth bared as drool runs past his lips and down his chin as he takes in your unconscious body; you're on your side in your cot, one arm under your head for extra cushion, the other held against your chest, and your legs on top of one another. You wear a white wife beater tank and a pair of grey sweats, like most of the other recruits do, but the outfit just looks so much better on you than it does anyone else. A low, guttural growl escapes his lips.

König slowly turns you over onto your back, careful not to wake you- not yet. He brings a hand to your face, long, thick fingers gently pushing your hair out of your face, thumb grazing over your pretty- oh, so pretty- lips (König has to stop the whine that threatens to escape his lips as he imagines your lips around his long, thick cock, your cheeks hollowed and spit running down your chin as he thrusts into your mouth, making you choke and gag as tears gather in your gorgeous eyes and a mixture of bile and stomach acid rises up in the back of your throat).

His hands makes their way down your throat, resisting the urge to squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, then down your chest, lightly grazing your nipples through your tank top, and down your stomach- oh, how he wants to rest his head on your soft skin, using your tummy as a pillow while he naps after a long day on the field-, until he reaches the waist band of your sweats. König slowly pulls your pants down past your thighs, lifting your hips as gently as possible to make the task easier, then does the same with your underwear, exposing your cunt to the cool night air; you shiver lightly in your sleep and König pauses, eyes trained on your face for any sign of consciousness (not that it would matter if you woke up now instead of later, as he can easily overpower you with just his size alone, though it would take away from his fun). When he finds nothing, he looks back between your legs, watching as your pussy flutters ever so slightly due to the cold and licks his lips under his makeshift t-shirt mask, his cock stiffening in his pants.

He pulls apart your pussy lips with one hand, using the other to gently swipe over your clit with his gloved fingers, then prod at your hole; you aren't wet, and his finger meets resistance, so König lifts his mask up past his lips to spit on your cunt, gathering it up with his thick fingers and smearing his saliva over your entrance, coating his glove in the process. He prods at your entrance again, still met with resistance, but his finger slips in this time, and he slowly works his thick digit in and out of your cunt, then adds another, now scissoring you open. Your unconscious body begins to react to König's protrusion, slick slowly building between your legs and coating the gloved fingers inside you, making it easier for Konig to slide his digits in, out, in, out.

Konig pushes his long fingers farther inside you until he's knuckles deep, and you shift again, a quite moan slipping past your lips. The man looks up at your face to see you still sleeping and smirks under his mask, pulling his fingers back slightly, then pushing them forward again; his grin widens when you moan again, and he's tempted to take you like this, to finger you to completion, but he won't, not now, at least. No, he wants you to cum on his cock, wants you to wake up to his cock inside you as he pumps you full of his own release and your bodies become one.

He pulls his fingers out of you, watching as your pussy tries to pull his thick digits back in, squeezing around nothing; König smacks at your cunt and your pussy flutters in response, and you whine in your sleep, the sound heavenly to König, who feels his cock throb in his pants, restrained by the fabric of his boxers. He grabs at your ankles, sliding your body down your cot until your legs dangle off the edge, and he fully removes your pants and underwear, throwing them to the ground (he wonders how you haven't woken up yet, but he's grateful, happy to play with your sleeping figure for a little while longer). Then he quickly unbuckles his belt and pulls down the fly of his pants, tugging both his pants and boxers down to his thighs. König once again lifts his mask, this time spitting into his gloved hand and jerking his cock a few times, then he spits onto your cunt once more. He rests his free hand on your lower abdomen, palm open, and uses his thumb to circle your clit; with his other hand still around his dick, he positions himself at your entrance, slowly sinking his thick cock into your wet pussy. It takes a bit of effort, as he's girthy, more so than his fingers, and he didn't spend long stretching you, but it's what he wants, he wants to split you open on his cock and he wants it to hurt, wants the pain to make your cunt burn before it turns into pleasure.

The Austrian pushes the tip of his dick inside you, not stopping when he feels you begin to stir, instead forcing himself all the way in, in one quick thrust, his heavy balls slapping against the flesh of your ass cheeks. König groans as you squeeze around him, moving his huge hands to grip at your waist like you're nothing but a doll, your name rolling off of his lips. He pulls out slowly, reveling in the way his cock drags against your walls, stopping when his tip catches at your entrance, then pushes back in, not wasting anytime in setting up a brutal pace. He wants to wreck you, wants to ruin you in your sleep until you wake up, wants to watch the look of recognition flash of your eyes as you realize what's happening, realize what your Colonel is doing to you, fucking into you like an animal- like a monster- and knowing that you can't do anything about it but scream and cry because König is so much bigger than you, taller and stronger than you have ever been, and fighting against his harsh grasp would do nothing to save you from the man- monster- above you.

Under him, your body jolts and you start to wake, eyes slowly opening as an incoherent murmur leaves your mouth; your vision is blurry, and your mind is fuzzy, you don't register what's going on, assuming you're just having an extremely erotic and incredibly real feeling dream. That feeling doesn't last long, though, because the pain between your legs is all too real, stinging and burning with every thrust of the person above you, and all too real is the feeling of blood sliding down your ripped entrance and dripping down your ass, too. Suddenly you're fully awake, eyes shooting open, wide with panic, and your mouth opens in a scream that doesn't last even a fraction of a second before a hand much, much larger than your own is slapped over your mouth, covering the full lower half of your face, leaving only your teary, frantic eyes visible as the recognition finally kicks in and you realize just who that t-shirt made mask belongs to and the tears start to fall.

A deep moan dances past König's lips as you struggle against him, scratching and kicking at him the best you can in this position, fighting with all your energy to escape his towering figure and his powerful strength- to escape him- your wasted efforts doing nothing except turn the man above you on even more. König thrusts into you at an animalistic pace, hips snapping forward so harshly that the movement jostles your whole body; his thrusts are deep, too, and you can feel him abuse your cervix with each slide in, you swear you can feel him in your stomach. And you can, because König moves the hand bruising your side to your stomach, pushing down on the bulge in your belly to feel the outline of his cock inside you. The feeling is enough to make you cum, your body betraying you in your weakest moment, and the sight enough to make König cum, you squirting around his cock as he stills and shoots his seed directly into your womb. You cry as you orgasm, tears and snot streaming down your face as your body convulses around König's dick.

König removes the hand from your mouth to grip your jaw, digging his fingers into your cheeks to force you to open your mouth; he lifts his mask to his nose, revealing the sickening grin on his lips, and spits directly into your open mouth, kissing you right after and shoving his tongue in your mouth. As he kisses you, he moves his hand to your neck, squeezing so hard that you can no longer breathe, and when your vision begins to fade, and your eyes start to close— he lets go. You gasp for breath, sobbing harder than you ever have in your life as snot and tears stream down your face and run down your chin, some of the mix falling past your lips and into your mouth, and König takes the opportunity to shove his fingers down your throat, making you choke once more. He begins to move his hips again, fucking into your cunt as you gag on his thick fingers, bile rising up in your throat; he pushes his digits farther down your throat, until you puke around his fingers, and only then does he remove his hand from your mouth, grabbing at your chest before wiping his fingers on your shirt as vomit spews past your lips and dripples down your chin, mixing with the salty tears and mucus already accumulating on your skin.

The man above you groans, continuing to thrust into you at a brutal pace despite the smell of vomit staining the air. He wants to fill you with his release until your stomach inflates, wants you to breed you until you have no choice but to birth his kids, wants to impregnate you and see the shame in your pretty eyes as you walk around with his offspring growing inside you. And he wants to make you cum as he takes you, wants you to cum on his cock as he shoots his kids inside you; he's determined to make you cum again and again and again. And he does, he makes you orgasm one after another without stopping, makes you reach a constant release until you're cumming dry and your eyes roll into the back of your head and your body goes limp as you lose conscious, passing out in the arms of the monster above who still doesn't stop, fucking your completely limp body like a ragdoll until he's releasing inside you again, filling you up so much that a mix of his cum and yours drips out of your abused hole despite his cock still sheathed deep inside of you.

When König finally pulls out, cum flows out of your weeping cunt, mixing with the blood from your torn skin, leaving a puddle of white and red between your legs and under your ass. He whines at the sight, giving your pussy another harsh slap before lifting his mask and dropping to his knees to shove his tongue inside your cunt, lapping at the mess of sticky white as his nose rubs against your sore clit. He stays there, eating you out and drinking in your juices until your legs spasm around his head in another dry orgasm despite your unconsciousness, and he has to hold your legs apart with his massive hands so you don't crush his skull with your thighs, though if this was how König were to die, between your legs after forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you all the while stuffing your cunt full of his seed, he finds he wouldn't mind.

(When you awake the next morning, your Colonel is gone, but the traces of last night, of what he's done to you, are still there; a mix of dried tears and snot and puke stick to your face and neck, and you can feel the crusting of left over cum on your ass and on the outside of your cunt, and your body is so, so sore, pain taking over your system as you begin to cry once again. Memories of last night flash in your mind like strobe lights, and you swear you can still feel his hands on you, can still feel his length inside you, and your chest heaves up and down as your breath becomes shallow and erratic, hyperventilating until your vision becomes spotty and your mind shuts off as you pass out once more.)

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crimebaddies · 2 months

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All I need… add a couple guns/knives

#female robbery #cnc kidnapping #mask kink #gloved hands #robbery #roleplay #cnc r@pe #female robber #cnc k!nk #soft cnc #kidnap fantasy #kidnap roleplay #female robbers #stocking mask #leather gloves #mask k!nk #masked woman #masked women #masked robber

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Yandere Mafia Octario thoughts: You are what Azul would call a 'rival' as they say, in a friendly way, of course. Surely smashing each other's heads onto the wall is just a greeting shared by you two.

CW: Like, violence, gore and torture??? On both parties? smut.

Just because Jade is always smiling at you despite all the chaos that ensues in the background doesn't mean he is not as threatening as Floyd. In fact, you are more concerned about him than the moody brashy Floyd.

You've seen it firsthand when the two of you were working together on how he was oh-not-so-merciful with the pitiful souls that couldn't even die without prolonged torture.

You totally didn't have to rip someone's fingernails off for funsies when they had admitted everything you both needed to know and you totally didn't have to send their limbs to their unknowingly family or beloved, or even neighbors as a ground meat.

Even so, sticking with Jade has more merit than sticking with the moody Floyd most of the time. Having to go along with Floyd's mood is tiring and taxing physically and mentally. You don't know when he is happy or angry with you for staying silent. You don't when he will push you forward into the enemy just because he doesn't feel like facing them and you don't know when he will single-handedly ruin all the plans you've had under your sleeve just because he felt like doing the other way.

Alas this resulted in a warped vision that sticking with Azul is to be the best option. For a man who doesn't dirty his gloved hands, all you have to do is be wary of his silver-tongued nature and not tangle yourself into a contract with him. Easy, right? No.

Chances are that whenever you two are left alone, it will either be a momentary solace or a bloody fight that breaks out between you two again. Fractured nose, scrapped knees, wounded arm, stabbed thigh, and so on. You couldn't even count the number of times you two have fought each other over a little difference with both of your hands anymore.

Nonetheless, Azul finds this... endearing. His little angelfish throwing a tantrum, surely giving you a kiss from the wall compensated the stab wound to his thigh.

"Fuck-! I'll fucking mince you into fillet!" "I'd love to turn you into my tea leaves first before you try!"

The tweels could only snicker in front of the room, second-guessing the reason you two fought again. Was it because Azul mentioned how you used to fidget giving him and the tweels chocolate for Valentine's? Or was it because you mentioned how slow he was during PE class?

Your men were not fond of the tweels at all, seeing how nonchalant they were around you. To be fair, they were a bit tad too... nonchalant to the extent of groping you, or better worded, kissing you in the darkest corner you could find.

Smeared lipstick on the tweels' lip, unruffled hair, and disheveled clothes, it's a dead giveaway on what was going on. Definitely was when they proudly made you show your underlings their marks on you.

The time you spent with Azul that was not wasted on a bloody fight, would be a sensual one. Rewinding the old days sweetly while either of you stuff your face down on the crotch, fingers rubbing the other's scalp. It was a momentary bliss in which you were kind enough to not bite down on his length.

The tweels would either whine or sour down due to the fact they were not invited to join in your little play inside. But Azul is a kind and generous man so there would always be a chance for a group play inside the room. Their goal was to let the men in front know just how noisy you all could be.

Most of the time, you two don't really clash with each other so there were no internal problems, just sharing a friendly rivalry considering the amount of network you two could gain.

They are definitely going feral when they find out there's someone who can comatose you. Will cover it up as, "Haha, I got what you couldn't." when they don't really need to do that.

What a tsun.

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angel1cjules · 5 months

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forbidden love pt.1

"I'd get my hands dirty in order to kiss you one more time..." PAIRING - assassin!reader x enemy's assassin!jk WARNINGS - lots of blood <3, name calling, mentions of kidnapping and r@pe, unprotected sex ( wrap it up! ), fingering, dom!jk x sub!reader, overstimulation, lots of needy kisses, forbidden relationship between jk and reader, jk would do basically anything for reader to kiss him one more time. enemies to lovers au WORD COUNT - 612 a/n - YALL HAVE BEEN SO SUPPORTIVE WHAT- TYSM. I hope you enjoy this ;) ✂---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Y/N!" Your boss called. It's another bloody day at work. You wish you didn't end up as an assassin but you did. You had to kill so much people, so much rivals of your boss to be known as one of the most dangerous female assassins in Korea. You were trusted to do any killings the boss needed. "Y/N." Your boss called once again, snapping you out of your daydream. "What has got you thinking like that?" your boss questioned. "Yoongi, why do you care?" you reply, stretching your arms across the table. Min Yoongi, one of the most powerful mafia bosses of this country, had fallen prey to your rude yet sarcastic replies. "Y/N, I need you to kill my ex-best friend, Namjoon." he said, getting straight to the point. Your eyes widen, Namjoon? Yoongi sensed your confusion and quickly added "He killed some of our guys last night. Along with that, his assassin, Jungkook, or whatever his name was, killed my partner, Hoseok." You slowly nod, planning Namjoon's demise in your head already. "Did he know that he killed your workers?" you ask him before leaving. "Pretty sure he did because I didn't send over the drugs he asked for," Yoongi said, looking at his computer. "Alright, when do you want the job done?" you say, grabbing your Lululemon duffle bag which held all your weapons. "Within tonight since he's going out of town tomorrow," he said, glancing over at your seemingly innocent duffle bag. You nod and head out of the room, preparing yourself for the blood to be shed tonight. ✂---------------------------------------------------------------------------- You go to the local rage room and pick out a katana. You know which room to practice in as this isn't your first or last time being here. You see 2 men in your room, slashing away at the punching bag or the air. You put in your headphones and begin slashing. Little did you know, those 2 men in the room were Jungkook and Jimin, assassins of other mafia bosses. "Damn, she's hot as fuck" Jimin remarks, checking out your perfect body. "Dude, back off, she's mine" Jungkook smirks. You were minding your own business when SLASH! A katana slashed through your upper arm, letting blood gush out. "FUCK, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to" Jungkook immediately rushed to you and held your arm tightly. "You assholes, why the fuck can't you practice further away!?" you yell at the older men. Jimin rushed to you with a first aid kit, leading you to think you think that this isn't the first time they slashed someone. "Get the fuck off of me" you try pushing Jungkook's hand away but his grip was too tight. "If I let go, you're gonna lose a shit ton of blood." he replied coldly. Jimin wrapped your wound with a bandage and apologized so many times for a mistake he didn't commit. You left the room, annoyed and in a little bit of pain. This wound was a scratch compared to all your other scars. ✂---------------------------------------------------------------------------- An hour later, you finally got to Namjoon's hideout where he was staying. You wore a skin-tight black suit that covered your torso, legs and half of your elbow. Below your elbow, you wore gloves. You wore a hood to hide your identity. Your movements were as light as a feather as you didn't want any attention while you were sneaking in. You finally found a window that was open and slowly crept in. You landed on your feet with a thud and when you were closing the window, you felt a hand slither around your waist and another hand muffle your mouth.

#jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bangtan #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkoooook #music

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jeonhwang · 11 months

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Wonwoo + warmth

pairing: wonwoo x fem reader

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You jolted awake, feeling super cold that goosebumps instantly arose on your skin.

Today was an okay day, not hot but not cold either, so you went to bed with your thinner pajamas set, the one with short shorts because it seemed like it didn't matter hours ago, but now you regret it as you were shaking from the cold.

But wait. You remembered your boyfriend.

Wonwoo couldn't make it for dinner so you left food for him on the dining table, deciding that you could just go to sleep without him. He was not a big fan of cuddling but never said no to you whenever you wanted to. Not like you were going to stick to him like glue the moment he lay down (yes, that was exactly what you did every single time). So you didn't see why you can't go to bed early just because he was late.

Lo and behold, you did need him.

Looking around for Wonwoo, your eyes landed on his broad back, which was facing you. He seemed fine, his blanket covering the lower half of his body. Was he not cold?

Now, everyone in your circle knew Wonwoo gets cold easily. He would often shove his hands into your pocket to warm them up. When it was winter, at least two heat packs were compulsory, one in each pocket to help him fight the cold. You on the other hand were fine with your gloves but he always insisted that you bring heat packs too because he would never give you his (that was a lie).

Pulling yourself to snuggle behind him, you could already feel the heat radiating from him. Still, it wasn't enough so you wrap your arms around his torso, pulling the blanket to cover the both of you.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you smiled to yourself, pushing your cheek against his broad back, finally feeling content. His smell, his soapy smell was a bonus. You could sniff him all night long while trying to warm up. What could get worse?

Until minutes later, Wonwoo waking up, feeling super warm, he had a thin layer of sweat on his neck. Groggy and sleepy, he tried turning around, pushing the blanket further when he felt something heavy leaning behind him.

Snuggled behind him, trying to get his warmth, there you laid just innocently, your breathing soft as you drift into a deeper sleep.

Wonwoo didn't expect it, because he was feeling warm. Tonight's probably the warmest yet for the month, and he got a little confused as to why you were attached to his back.

Moving slowly to adjust his position, he pushed you slightly so that you'd lay on your back. When he succeeded, he got up to take off his shirt before tugging the blanket away from him. Only then he resumed to his position, laying on his side to face you.

Wrapped in the blanket alone, your chest visibly move as a sign of breathing, and it got him into a deep thought.

His eyes trailed to your features, crossing his arms as he leaned closer. How did someone like you, ended up with someone like him? Whatever did he do, that made you fall for him? He was known as a cold bastard, literally and figuratively. None has ever impressed him enough to get him to treat them better though.

None until you. You came just out of nowhere. Being friends with Seungkwan, the social butterfly, one can already guess your personality. Well not really, because Seungkwan friends were just so loud, and irritatingly sarcastic. You on the other hand, were a lot calmer and gave more reactions rather than blabbering out loud like them.

Seungkwan mentioned how you were the level headed one in the group, and it wasn't until a debate between Mingyu and you did he learned that you were familiar of many things. You could just talk about anything, the knowledge that you had was so impressive he had to squeeze in a conversation with you.

From there, it bloomed into a friendship, until you two were inseparable. He learned a lot about you. You dislike chocolate. You didn't hate it because hate is a strong word, you dislike it. Anything neon pink on you is a no-no. Pastel pink, yes. He also knew how you hate it when people handled your books roughly. Yes. You were a reader, just like him too. Which blew his mind. Well he should've guessed by how fluent you were in whatever topic thrown at you. It was a big giveaway to be honest. How you were so eloquent with your words, your diverse knowledge in so many things. You might not know everything, but you have insights and opinions of your own. It was such a turn on for him.

Smiling to himself at the thought, he pushed away a strand hair on your face, and realized you were sweating too. All the snuggling and heat got to you.

He pushed the blanket away, letting you cool down on your own and kissed the side of your head sweetly. He tried to not latch onto you, only resting his palm on your tummy, drawing circles with his thumb.

He got lucky with you, couldn't wait to have kids with you. There was a research saying that kids take over the intelligence of their mother. Bet his children will be smart as hell. Smirking to himself at the thought, almost shyly, he snapped back to reality. Your sleeping figure lay static, unaware with full bliss of the night, he whispered.

"Sleep tight baby. Though, I bet you'd be so happy if you can see me shirtless now."

#seventeen wonwoo #svt wonwoo #wonwoo imagines #seventeen wonwoo fluff #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen #hazeltots

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maddyguru · 1 year

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The Metamorphosis

Synopsis: One evening after work, Sasaki turned into a demon and did what he shouldn't do to his own flesh and blood sister.

WARNING: This fic contains non con, gang r*pe incest, dark content, graphic violence, the use word of r*pe multiplet times, loss of virginity, contains TG manga spoilers, DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU'RE UNDER 18. this is just a preview chapter.

The tight grip on your wrist had tears sliding down your cheeks. A whimper couldn’t stop his actions, couldn’t soften his rigid heart. No matter how many ‘please’ escaped from your lips, the words fell onto deaf ears.

“Please...” Again, you whimpered, crying for mercy. Blinking away the tears, another came through as fast as you eliminate the salty substance. It keeps on soaking your cheeks, down to your collarbones and chin.

A sob escaped your lips, when Sasaki slid his other hand to your collar, later feeling the flesh of your breast. Your stomach was in knots; not the type you’d feel when your lover caresses you, but rather this awful-gut-wrenching feeling when a predator is touching you. Your brother is not supposed to touch you like this, right?

His fingers cruelly tuck away the stubborn piece of your shirt which tightly clutching your cleavage. Shaking your head, pleading, looking into his eyes did nothing. It was pointless. You couldn’t plead anymore, you know that; but somehow, your mouth move on its own when you cried “oniichan...”

Your body felt like it was in the air when Sasaki slowly lets his face and lips trail in the crook of your neck. The shivers running all over your body is enough to point out how uncomfortable you are: with his knees slide in between your legs, pressing against your pussy covered with only the thin material of your panties, you lay motionless on the wooden floorboards. A mewl escaped yet again when his tongue licked the skin of your neck.

“Shut up and do as i say.” He demanded, kissing your skin again and again when all you want is to escape this hell. You have always followed nii-san’s orders since the both of you are orphaned by the death of father and mother. You have always listened to every one of his soft commands, but...

Eversince Sasaki’s appearance altered, so did his demeanors. With great recognition from his workplace after the RoseWald’s case, came a new man you didn’t recognize after coming out of your 2 years coma.

He wasn’t kind and gentle anymore. With every wrong move you make in the house comes with scolding, plates flying and eventually breaking, a few slaps here and there. You couldn’t understand what was going on; for a few months, Sasaki turned violent, and you grew afraid.

It never came to this during those dreadful months. But now Sasaki is ripping away his clothes after he came home from his investigation, grabbed her by the waist right here in the entry way of their small apartment, and molesting her, his own sister.

A sob yet again. “But nii-san, this is...” a hand clamped down on your mouth, his red gloves resting tightly to serve a warning to you; shut the fuck up or else. His eyes hiding behind his glasses glared at you.

“Do as nii-san say, and maybe I won’t hurt you as much.”

But your lips are already trembling and you’re crying when his hand let go and reached down to snatch away your panties. No. It hurts. This hurts...

If you want to be tagged for the next chapter, lmk! 💗 Also, feel free to send me thirst.

#tg #tokyo ghoul #kaneki ken x you #nimura furuta x you #tw.dark content #tw.noncon #tw.incest #tw.blood #tokyo ghoul fanfiction #kaneki ken #furuta nimura

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cillianmesoftlyyy · 5 months

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At the Cabaret Pt. 3 | Tommy Shelby x fem!character

Summary: A day at the races goes horribly wrong and Tommy falls through on one of his promises. Lenore pays the ultimate price for the boy from Small Heath, and she did it for love. But did she do it for nothing? Tommy was too late but can he fix what he caused to break?

Warnings: READ THESE!! Graphic description of sexual assault, blood, physical abuse, r*pe, penetration, objectification, degradation, sexism, trauma, injuries. This is a heavy chapter, please please please don't read if any of the warnings are triggering or upsetting. This is the most intense scene of the trilogy. This is not intended to romanticize any of the previously stated elements. You can skip this and still understand.

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Off To The Races- Lana Del Rey 🎶

Where Did You Sleep Last Night- Iridium 🎵

What Was I Made For- Billie Eilish 🎶

Read warnings before continuing!

She dressed in a dark red flapper dress, decorated with tiny fake rubies, black beads, and fringe. She had black gloves and a black studded headband to pair. Lucy helped her get ready, choosing earrings and pinning her hair in place. When she heard the loud honk of an automobile, she rushed to the window and saw Tommy below, looking either way on the pavement as people walked past, mothers clutching their children.

“I’ll be back later this evening.” She grabbed her shawl and a handbag and waved goodbye to Lucy. Tommy stubbed out his cigarette when he saw her come out through the front door. Her flapper style dress ended at her knees, the tassels danced as she moved, like every particle of her being was excited for the day.

“Do you like it?” She asked and twirled for him, fanning out her skirt to show the detail she’d put into the decoration.

“It’s perfect.” He nodded and opened the side door for her and helped her in. The leather seats were cold in the December air and she moved closer to Tommy for warmth. He closed the drivers’ side door and threw the clutch, the engine started with a rattly enthusiasm. She fought the urge to slip her hands across his thighs to warm them. To rest her head upon his shoulder like she would have her brother if he was still alive. Tommy stared straight ahead at the black road splitting the apartment blocks on either side of the road.

“Have you ever been to the races before?” He asked her, glancing over as he drove.

“No, no one’s ever asked me before.” She smiled and smoothed her dress, “I’m looking forward to it.”

“As am I.” He agreed and she watched as his eyes became more narrowed as they left the city, traveling on dirt roads to the tracks outside of Birmingham. Tommy had been interested in horses when he was a boy too. That was another thing about Tommy that never changed.

“Do you have a horse in the race?” She asked.

“Hm? Oh, no, this is strictly for future business ventures. Everyone knows that business gets done at the tracks.” He took out a cigarette from his breast pocket and drove with one hand on the wheel, the other lighting the cigarette.

“Right…” She agreed hesitantly and felt her stomach sink. Why did she have such a bad feeling about the afternoon?

They neared the massive arena where the tracks were located and Tommy hopped out of his seat and ran over to her side before she could open her own door.

“So chivalrous.” She laughed.

“It’ll make up for all the shit I have to do to get us inside.” He grumbled to himself and coaxed her along, a hand held protectively behind her back.

“What are you talking about?” She whispered, walking as quickly as she could in her heels.

“Peaky Blinders aren’t exactly allowed into the main building where Kimber and his men host their get-togethers.” He shrugged and directed her around the side of one building.

“Then why are we trying to get in there, Tommy.” She pulled at his jacket, trying to get him to slow down.

“I think I’ll have to boost you up into the window so you can open the door from the inside.” He talked distractedly to himself.

“Tommy!” She exploded and tore his attention away from the building. “What am I doing here?” She narrowed her eyes and frowned, deeply suspicious now. He looked away and back again. “Please don’t tell me you’re using me for bait or some shit like that, Tommy.”

“Not bait, just a… distraction.” He corrected her.

She scoffed, “this is fucked up, Tommy. You’re leaving me in the asp’s nest while you go do some business?” She tried to shove him but he stood strong, unmoving when she put her hands on him.

“This was part of the deal, Lenore.” Tommy whispered seriously.

“What happened to friendship, Tommy?” She snapped, fearful tears spilling over her eyelashes. “You’re going to let Kimber do whatever he wants with me. That’s why we’re here at the tracks, isn’t it? Because he owns the whole fucking place?” She gasped, realizing his whole plan in an instant. Tommy looked down at his shoes and said nothing, struggling to find words. She tried to brush past him but he held her shoulders and pressed her against the side of the building.

“Nore, I promise that I won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t let it get that far. I’ll get in there to stop him before he does anything to you, ok? I know this is a lot to ask of you but we need a distraction. We’re going to take over the tracks, Lenore. It’s happening today,” his face was inches from her’s, “I need you. I need you to be brave, Nore.” He looked between her eyes and licked his lips, waiting for her to nod.

“Ok.” She finally said and wiped the tears from her cheek. “I’ll expect you to come to more of my shows after this. It’s only fair.” She tried to joke and he smiled.

“Nice try.” He patted her cheek and stepped back. “Alright,” he lowered his hands and made a platform out of them, “come on.”

“Fuck me,” She sighed defeatedly. “Move closer to the window, please.” She directed him against the wall and stepped onto his hands, pushing herself onto the open window ledge. The window was too narrow to swing her leg over so she edged herself over the side slowly.

“Give me a minute,” she gritted her teeth, her breast spilling out of her dress as she prepared herself to fall forward onto the floor.

“Do you need a push?” Tommy asked almost humorously.

“If you touch my ass, I’ll kill you.” She growled and pushed against the inside wall, tumbling over and landing heavily on her side in what looked like a back office. It took her a second to get her breath back before she could stand.

“You ok in there?” Tommy called down below.

“Coming.” She groaned and fiddled with the locked doorknob. She reached above the door frame and found a spare key. She unlocked the door and pulled Tommy inside.

“You could’ve warned me to wear something more flexible.” She gestured to her flapper dress and her askew headband.

“I’ll make sure to do that nextime.” He said too seriously. He straightened her headband and smoothed down her bobbed hair.

“Do I have any runs in my stockings?” She twirled and Tommy trailed his eyes down each leg, carefully examining them for any rips or runs.

“No.” He cleared his throat and fixed his hat over his forehead, casting his eyes into shadow. He walked to the door of the office and peered out, glancing each way to ensure the coast was clear. “Ready?” He asked, reaching out his open hand to her and she took it. “Come on.” He pulled her along and they scurried through the office hallways up to the main building. She couldn’t stop smiling as he directed her through the disordered back hallways, littered with bespeckled men with stacks of gambling papers.

“Excuse us!” She giggled, holding Tommy’s hand tighter and he smiled.

“Up here, hurry!” He called over his shoulder and she followed obediently.

They went through a set of double doors that led out into the normal part of the main building with guests. As the doors swung closed behind them, Tommy draped a hand around her waist and pulled her closer. She switched into character alongside him and allowed him to lead her to the wide room, guarded by two men in the racetrack’s uniform. Tommy greeted the men and gave them a false name. “Theodore Whiting.” He put his free hand in his pocket, showing off his gold watch and the men nodded.

“And the lady, sir?” One man asked.

“She’s Lady Lenore of Birmingham. Haven’t you heard of her?” He asked accusingly and she smiled flirtatiously.

“Maybe I just look different with all my clothes on, eh boys?” She laughed and the men blushed.

“Excuse me, please go in.”

“Thank you.” She smiled and followed Tommy inside. He looked around for Kimber and spotted him at a large table on the opposite side of the room. He was smoking a cigar and talking to his lawyer/accountant, Lenore still wasn’t sure which. He was wearing a pinstripe suit with a red pocket square stuffed into his breast pocket. His greasy graying hair stuck to his head like a second skin.

“What am I supposed to do, Tommy?” She asked him quietly. “This isn’t the Cabaret.”

He looked down at her and gestured to the dance floor.

“Do you dance?” He asked.

“Only if I’m asked properly, Tommy.” She crossed her arms over her chest. He rolled his blue eyes and sighed.

“Lenore Panning, will you dance with me?” He asked slowly, trying to conceal the smile she prompted from him.

“Yes.” She placed one hand on his shoulder and took his hand in the other. He wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping a box of space between them. He led her into a version of the foxtrot that involved more hopping than stepping. She followed his lead, mimicking his smiles and moments of seriousness.

“I’m going to move us over towards Kimber’s table. I want you to smile and laugh like you’re in love with me, Nore.” He moved them across the dancefloor and she did as she was told, laughing and smiling at imaginary things he was saying to her.

“Tommy Shelby!” Kimber called when he saw them dancing near their table. Tommy turned and smiled neatly, his teeth tucked behind his lips. Kimber stood and pointed at Lenore with a raised eyebrow.

“How’d you get Lady Lenore of Birmingham to come out with you, Shelby?” His voice was friendly and jovial but she knew he was angry.

“I asked and she said yes. Would you like a turn with her?” He stepped back, directing Kimber to take over. Kimber laughed and stubbed out his cigar.

“I’ll tell you what, Shelby. I’ll have a few dances with the girl while you tell my men exactly what you’re doing here. Deal?”

Tommy nodded, “Great.” He went to sit beside the men at the table and pulled out a cigarette. Kimber took her hand roughly and led her to the dance floor.

“What the fuck are doing here with a fucking Shelby, eh?” He sneered down at her and she tensed against his hands.

“Gee, Mr. Kimber, I just went because he asked me.” She shrugged and pouted. His grip on her waist and her had prevented her from shaking too noticeably.

“So you’d do anything to get here, eh? If I knew you were that desperate to go to the races, I’d have fucked you myself.” His words were frightening and his grip tightened, she suppressed a pained squeal.

“Please, Mr. Kimer, you’re hurting me.” She pleaded beneath her breath, allowing her character’s strength to slip.

“Oh, shut up. You knew what you were doing with that dance the other night. You don’t get to take from me without paying me back.” He took both of her hands and pulled her deeper into the crowd of dancers.

“What are you doing? Didn’t you want to dance?”

“I want to get you away from that fucking gypsy Blinder. He should know what’s mine.” He snarled and pulled her through the crowd on the opposite side of the dance floor, towards the door leading out of the large room. She looked back and spotted Tommy speaking discreetly with the attorney. She looked threatening and stoic beneath the hateful gaze of Kimber’s men lining the opposite side of the table. She tried to yell out for Tommy but Kimber yanked her off balance and pulled her through the door into an empty sitting room. He pointed at the man standing outside the door, “don’t let anyone in here or I’ll fucking shoot your cock off, ok?”

He slammed the door closed and locked it, his greasy hair flopped over like a bad toupee. She shivered and her stomach clenched in fearful anticipation. He took her arm again and dragged her into a second room, the men’s bathroom. The lights were off and only the light from the window lit the room.

“What are you doing?” She cried out as he threw her down on the cold white tile. She bruised her elbow on the hard surface and yelped in pain.

“You’re just a fucking whore. I’m tired of niceties. You should have given this to me the other night but you didn’t. Now do what you’re paid for and lie fucking still!” He yelled at her. She backed herself up against the wall and he pulled her back to the floor by her hair. She kicked at him, hitting his crotch. He dropped her and groaned.

“You’re a fucking horrible whore.” He growled darkly, blocking the door to leave.

“That’s because I’m not a fucking whore, Kimber!” She screamed.

“Well now you are.” He taunted and locked the bathroom door behind him. She rushed him and he punched her hard on her right cheekbone. She fell on the floor and cradled her cheek. He took the opportunity to hold her down, sitting on her stomach and undid his belt. Argrily he threw off his jacket that was restricting him and tried to undo his belt again. He kicked her legs hopelessly, tears streaming down her face, scarring her cheeks with kohl. She grabbed his arms.

“Please don’t do this! I don’t want to!” She tried to push him but everytime she started to sit up, he forced her head down hard against the tile.

“Good whores don’t talk.” He spat on her face and she wiped it away distractedly, unable to process what was happening. He pulled up her dress and ripped down her underwear.

“Tommy!” She tried to scream but he clamped a hand over her mouth, holding her head against the ground.

“You’re his little fucking pet, aren’t you?” He spat, “full of surprises aren’t we? Well, I’ll be done with you soon enough.” He took out his penis and rubbed it aggressively trying to come to an erection. She almost laughed at how small he was and how hard it was for him to get it up. It was all too much to process and her brain started to shut down.

…

Tommy laid it all out for Kimber’s men at the table. He explained to them that his men were currently unarming the men who terrorized the working-class men in the bathrooms for money and gambling cards, the men that Kimber couldn’t run out of his business because they were protected by a local Italian group. His offer was simple and straightforward. The Peaky Blinders would protect the track and Kimber’s patrons for a large, undisclosed, amount of money. The attorney was interested and asked to see how much money Tommy was talking about. Tommy told him and Kimber’s men all chuckled.

“You really think we’re going to pay that?” The attorney asked.

“Yes, I do because if you don’t then those goons are going to come back and scare away your largest percentage of clientele. You’ll go more bankrupt than you already are and close. That suit’s looking a little threadbare.” He argued.

“It's Kimber’s decision.” The attorney said finally and they all looked for him in the crowd. Tommy stood, carefully scanning the room for any sight of Lenore.

“Where are they?” He asked the attorney who shook his head.

“I don’t-”

“Where the fuck are they? You better tell me now or the whole fucking deal is off. I’ll take my men and go.” He grabbed the attorney by the lapels, spit flying around them. The attorney started shaking.

“I- I don’t know!”

Tommy dropped him back in his seat and raced through the crowd of people. “Lenore!” He called again and again as the band continued to play. He ran to the entrance and shouted at the men in their uniforms, “did the woman who came in with me leave this way?” They shook their heads.

“No, sir.” They responded and Tommy nodded.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. Tommy thought as he raced to the back wall where there was a door. He tried to get past the man guarding it but he pushed him away.

“Are they in there?” He shouted. The man didn’t respond and kept his eyes on the distant wall. “I said are they in there, you fucking bastard!” He shouted at the man’s face and pushed him up against the wall with all of his force. The man sputtered and struggled against Tommy’s weight. “You don’t like this do you, eh? Imagine how that girl feels in there, sick bastard!” He growled and slashed the man with his cap, blood seeping out of the man’s face where he had been sliced. He fell to the ground and crawled away.

Shouting erupted at the front and Tommy turned. He saw Arthur and John force their way into the room, followed by a small army of Tommy’s Romani kin. “Watch them!” Tommy pulled a gun and directed it at Kimber’s men. “Everyone else, OUT NOW!” He yelled and shot a bullet into the ceiling, silencing the band and dancers who rushed out. He tried the door but it was locked so he kicked it repeatedly with his thick boot heel.

“Lenore!” He shouted with each kick. He took a few steps away from the door and slammed his shoulder into the lock, splintering it away from the wall. He pushed the door open and looked around the room. There were two doors leading into bathrooms. The door to the men’s bathroom was closed and he could hear muffled screams escape from under the crack in the door.

“Lenore!” She yelled again and pounded on the door. He could hear squeaks and cries from the other side and tried to break down the door.

…

With one hand on her face and the other one to guide him inside her, he assaulted her. It disgusted to hear him get-off inside her as she was forced to lie still against the ground. She felt herself floating outside of her body, she imagined it was her character that Kimber was assaulting, not her, but it didn’t stop the disgust and nausea that pushed itself through her subconsciousness. She heard loud noises outside and yelling, then a gunshot and Kimber stopped for a second.

“It sounds like your little boyfriend found out where you are.” He laughed and moved his hips faster, his pathetic excuse for a penis probing her like a dull needle. She sobbed and gagged on the stifling situation that choked her. “Almost there.” He laughed and grunted loudly. She looked up at the ceiling and tried to scream for Tommy but the hand against her mouth silenced her. “I’m gonna finish inside you, doll. I bet Tommy’ll like that, eh?” He completed a few more pitiful thrusts until he moaned loudly and spasmed into her. She started fully screaming, pleading to be knocked unconscious so she didn’t have to hear him or feel him anymore. She felt disgusting and gagged against his hand.

“Oh it wasn’t that bad, was it?” He mocked her and pulled out. When he shoved himself back into his pants he grabbed her chin and squeezed her jaw painfully.

“You’re not so special now, are you?” He ripped away from her and buckled his pants. The door to the bathroom shook violently and Kimber stood above her, a disturbing grin on his face.

“Tommy!” She screamed weaky and Kimber kicked her hard in the cunt and she screamed in pain. She was pretty sure that she was bleeding now and sure enough, when she dragged a finger against her vagina, blood coated her fingertip.

“Lenore!” Tommy screamed from the outside and the door shook again.

“She’s alright, Shelby! I just took what was rightfully mine, nothing more. You can have what’s left.” He bent over her again and clutched her throat in his hand, her face turned pink. “You enjoyed it didn’t you, doll?” He sneered and she cried.

“You hurt me.” Was all she could say and he laughed.

“Awww, did I now? Too fucking bad, whore.” He slapped her hard and she whimpered weakly, beginning to lose consciousness. The door flew open and Tommy raised his pistol at Kimber. Kimber stumbled backwards against the wall, hands raised at the level of his chest.

“Now, now, Tommy. Don’t do something stupid.” He warned.

Tommy nodded, “alright,” and shot Kimber in the head. Kimber’s body fell back against the wall and slumped slowly to the floor. Blood spattered across the room on Lenore’s face and she crawled backwards away from Kimber’s bloody body, trailing a small stream of her own blood until she reached one of the sinks and held onto the porcelain lip. She hyperventilated and sobbed, shaking so bad that she couldn’t hold the sink without her fingers losing their grip. Tommy dropped to his knees and cupped Lenore’s face in her hands. Seeing his face, she finally remembered her anger.

“You promised, Tommy! You promised!” She screamed and hit his chest with her closed fits. He took it and nodded.

“I know, I know. I never meant for this to happen. I didn’t imagine that he would do something quite like this…”

“What? Something so fucking violent? It’s rape, Tommy. How else could it be?” She struck his chest weakly and sobbed. Tommy looked over at the trail of blood and clenched his jaw. His hands slacked and went to her underarms.

“I’m going to pick you up, ok?” He pulled her out from underneath the sink and scooped her up. Her crotch sent shocks of pain up her spin and she gritted her teeth. “It’ll be ok, Nore.” He said, his own voice wavered slightly at the sight of her pain. He carried her out to the main room. Arthur and John looked over concerned.

“John, get her to the car. Wait for me there. We need to take her to the hospital.” He handed Lenore off to John who carried her out and down the stairs to where their car waited in a lot. Tommy turned the table of Kimber’s men and sniffed. “Deal’s off. I own this place now. If you have a problem with that, speak to my fucking lawyer.” He shouted at them and spun on his heels.

“You heard the man!” Arthur bellowed at Kimber’s men as Tommy left and ran down the stairs to the car. Lenore was laid out flat on the backseat with John behind the wheel. Tommy climbed into the backseat and picked her head up and rested it on his lap.

“Go, John! Now!” He took her hand and ran his thumb over the joint of her thumb. “What did he fucking do to you?” He whispered, not expecting her to hear him. The bruise spreading on her face turned a ruddy purple color.

“He punched me, Tommy, and then he raped me, and then he kicked me when I called for you. He kicked me so hard…” She sobbed and he gasped quietly.

“You mean he kicked you…” His hand moved slowly to her crotch and slipped below the skirt. He saw the continuous stream of blood on her thigh and understood. Kimber had ripped her underwear completely off so she bled freely on the seats in Tommy’s car as they rushed to the hospital. He smoothed down the hair on her forehead and wiped the tears from her face. She reached up and took his hand from her face and held it tightly.

“I hate you, Thomas Shelby.” She whispered seriously and he nodded.

“I know, Nore. I know.” He whispered back. “Drive, John!” He yelled and slapped the front seat aggressively.

“Fuck! I’m driving as fast as I can!” John yelled back and weaved through the oncoming traffic. Lenore whimpered in pain and started to lose consciousness, finding that as she slipped away, the pain became less and less noticeable. They neared the hospital and Tommy picked her up once again, cradling her in his arms. John stopped by the front doors and Tommy ran up the steps as she swung weakly between his arms. He kicked open the doors and shouted at the nurse behind the counter.

“She’s bleeding heavily. You need to take her back now!”

A stretcher was brought and Tommy put her gently down, curled up on her side.

“Tommy.” She whispered, reaching out her gloved hands, stained with blood. “I’m here.” He walked alongside the stretcher as it rolled through the double doors.

“What happened?” The head nurse asked Tommy as they approached a triage room.

“She was raped and beaten. I found her after it happened but she told me he kicked her between her fucking legs and she’s still bleeding.” He couldn’t keep the anger from his voice as he recounted what had happened to her.

“What is her name?” A second nurse jotted it down on a clipboard. “And what is your relationship to her?” She nodded to Lenore who shivered on the stretcher beneath the bright fluorescent hospital lighting.

“She’s my fiance.” Tommy said without hesitation and held his hand on the crown of her head.

The nurse nodded uncomfortably and rushed away to fetch a doctor. The head nurse pulled large curtains closed around them for privacy as they began to inspect her.

“Sir, you’ll need to leave for this. It isn’t proper to have you here while we do this.” She directed him to sit outside the curtain.

“I have to be with her. You’ll let me stay.” He said unkindly.

The nurse frowned and shook her head, “these young people.”

They lifted Lenore’s dress and put her legs in stirrups as if she was giving birth. Tommy stood by her shoulder and took off his head, stuffing it in his pocket. His blue eyes stared intently at her face as they looked between her legs. The doctor stepped in behind the screen and took a seat on the stool between her legs. He looked at Tommy and his eyes widened.

“Mr. Shelby.” He nodded at Tommy and Tommy nodded back. “Give her something for the pain.” The doctor directed a nurse and went back to inspecting Lenore. It was a small rip in the skin around her vagina, magnified by the extreme bruising around the bone and soft layer of fat. A nurse wiped up the blood while the doctor quickly gave her a few stitches. He checked her further to ensure that there wasn't more physical damage and then moved to her face where her bruising was bad beneath her eye. Lenore cringed away from his touch.

“It's ok, I’m just checking that you don’t have any broken bones.” The doctor soothed her and nodded at Tommy.

“Mr. Shelby, may I have a word with you outside?” He asked beneath his breath and Tommy clenched his jaw. He looked over at the nurse.

“Stay with her, please.” He asked and followed the doctor outside the curtain. The doctor talked with a low voice, his eyes flicked back to the curtain as he spoke.

“Mr. Shelby, I understand that this act was done by another man. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” He put his hands on his hips as he waited for the doctor to get to his point.

“If the man penetrated her, there’s a chance that his semen entered her at some point during the assault. I’m afraid that there’s nothing I can do if that is the case. I cleaned her as best as I could but if he finished inside her…”

“I understand.” Tommy swallowed, unnerved by the direction of the conversation.

“Should she become pregnant… I can offer my services to you.” He lowered his voice and handed Tommy a card. Tommy nodded and tucked it into his breast pocket, looking away from the doctor and clearing his throat.

The nurses had cleaned her completely by the time Tommy entered the tent again. He sat in the rickety chair by the bed and petted Lenore’s hair with his thumb. She had fallen asleep with the medication and the nurses straightened her clothes and pulled the blankets up to her chest.

“She can be discharged once she wakes up, Mr. Shelby.” A nurse whispered and left Tommy alone. He rubbed his eyes, trying to disperse the bands of stress behind his eyes.

He thought back to his best friend, James, and how he died. They were kickers together, digging tunnels beneath enemy lines to plant explosives or intercept opposite forces. It was quiet in the tunnel before an explosion shocked the men crammed in the small subterranean hole. Germans spilled out of the exploded hole in the tunnel’s side. Tommy struggled with a man until he could stab him with his trenching tool. There were so many Germans that the boys couldn’t handle them all. One German, armed with a bayonet end, stabbed James repeatedly through his chest. Tommy had grabbed the German by the shoulder and thrown him off James and stabbed him in the neck, watching as blood sprayed from a severed artery. He turned back to James who coughed and choked on his own blood. The screams of both British and German men died down around Tommy as he held James in his dirty arms. James sputtered, unable to say anything, and for the first time since the war started, Tommy cried. James died in his arms and once the last German had been killed, the men buried James in a shallow grave inside the tunnel, taking his dog tag with them as they continued with the tunnel. Tommy had never been the same since that.

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End of part 3

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corpsebasil · 5 months

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firefighter nikolai part 2

au: after Nikolai saves you from a fire you’re more than willing to repay him.

part 1 18+ smut

“How you doing, sweetheart?” The first voice you’ve heard for hours asks, the steady beeping of a machine and the hiss of an air conditioning unit buzzing in the background. You groan and move to sit up, flinching when a hand moves to your back to assist you. “Hey, I’ve got you, Cinnabon. You okay?” His words are an echo of what he said to you after the fire and it’s a fact not lost on you.

You blink wearily over at Nikolai; he’s got a few cuts on his face and an exhausted look about him but other than that, he’s unscathed. His eyes are full of worry even if he’s forcing a small smirk, the furrow in his brow giving away just how scared he was—is—for you.

Cinnabon. Of all names right now.

“It was…one time.” You manage to rasp, earning a shaky laugh from the blond. He moves his hand up and down your back in soothing motions, his features relaxing. “Dominik’s okay?” Gods, your throat feels like it’s on fire.

“Yeah.” He nods. “All good. Trust me if anyone was getting out of that fire alive, it’s Dom.”

“Does he know—”

“He trusted me to get you out.” Nikolai explains quickly, not wanting you to think less of your brother for not being the one to save you. It’s needless—you trust Dominik with your life. “Believe me, though, I would’ve done anything I could to get you out. Anything.”

Nikolai runs through the flames, not caring if he’s burned alive as he tears through the fiery restaurant. Of all places—of all times—you have to be here. On a damn date, too.

Your asshole of a date didn’t even bother to stick around to help you, not that Nikolai blames him much. People do irrational things in emergencies but this, you… You were more important than anything. Nikolai would’ve died before leaving you.

“Y/N!” He yells, dodging a falling piece of the ceiling as he shoves aside a broken table. “Y/N, where—“ that’s when he hears it. The screaming coming from the woman’s bathroom.

Nikolai darts through a pathway that’s on fire, not caring if anything happens, and moves towards the bathroom door. You’re inside, yelling for help, the door blocked by flames that make the handle too hot to open with bare skin.

Utilizing his gloves and boots Nikolai stamps out as many flames as he can before yanking the door open, spotting you huddled in a corner of the bathroom, choking on smoke and in tears.

“Nik—” Is your weak call to him before he’s running over, hitting his radio as he moves.

“I’ve got a civilian in the bathroom. Get medical ready.” He speaks into the receiver, waiting briefly for Dominik’s response as he squats in front of you. “C’mere Cinnabon. Gonna get you out, okay?” His voice is soothing and you nod, unable and unwilling to protest as he scoops you up into his strong arms.

A second later he’s racing out of the bathroom, your weak body clinging to his in fear of all the fire swarming the restaurant. You’d just wanted a nice, simple date. A lovely Italian bistró that has the best tiramisu on God’s green Earth but this—a fire—hadn’t been anywhere on your radar.

“They okay? What’s the status?” Is Dominik’s reply through the radio, causing Nikolai’s jaw to clench as he hurtles towards the door. Time is ticking; he has no idea how long until this building collapses around the two of you.

“She’s um—” he swallows, tucking your head closer to his chest as you tremble, his legs carrying the two of you faster and faster to the exit. “It’s Y/N, Dom.”

Silence.

“Get her out.”

“I will.”

The moment his shoulder slams into the door and you’re outside, chaos erupts.

You’re clutching the material of his jacket as tight as possible, your temple knocking into his helmet with almost every step. You don’t care. Smoke is in your nose, on your skin, in your hair, but Nikolai is here. Nikolai’s fingers are digging into your flesh, his grip almost bruising. It’s like he’d rather die than let you go; like you’re two parts of one person he can’t live without.

“Y/N!” Dominik yells, shoving through the crowd of onlookers and firemen to reach Nikolai. Your eyes blink slowly as his hand touches your forehead and—are you imaging things?—Nikolai’s hold on you tightens an almost protective fraction. “Oh god. Shit. You okay? Shit, Mom’s gonna kill—”

The end of his rant is lost to you when you glance up, finding Nikolai’s worried gaze on yours. His blue eyes are searching your face for something you don’t know when he nods once, lips twitching at the corners.

“I’ve got you, Cinnabon.” He murmurs, eyes softening when you loop your arms tighter around his neck, your forehead nuzzling tiredly into the crook of his neck. The smoke is probably getting to you.

“I know.” You sigh, lips brushing the skin of his neck, before you sink into sleep.

Nikolai sighs and keeps his hand on your back, the other moving to gently touch your knee over the hospital blanket. Your skin feels on fire for more than one reason, burns aside. It’s not your fault, really—Nikolai has always been attractive and the banter between the two of you is easy but this…saving your life? He might as well have a halo over his head with the way you’re looking at him.

“And um—” You glance around, spotting the IV in your arm and feeling the dry pain of your throat. “I’m not dead or anything, right?”

At this he outright laughs, fingers tightening on you as his shoulders shake. After a second or two you giggle as well, tentatively, before he’s massaging your knee with his thumb and ripping your breath straight from your lungs.

“I swear, only you would joke right now.” He breathes, eyes crinkled at the corners as he takes in your smiling face. “I swear, this is why I—” he stops himself and forces another laugh. “I’m going to hang a photo of you up in the firehouse. ‘Captain Cinnabon’ is your new official ranking.”

“Oh my god, stop.”

“‘Survivor of Fire’. ‘Sweet as Sugar’.”

“Nikolai, if you don’t—”

“‘Rescuer of Baby Squirrels and Feeder of Firemen’.”

“Nik.”

“‘Ten Time Champion of—‘”

You slap a hand over his mouth and grin as he watches you, his amused expression melting into something like relief. His eyes blink slowly, lips touching your palm, and you suddenly find breathing a bit difficult as you slowly extract your hand.

He catches your wrist, though, and you truly don’t know how to breathe when he moves forward and presses a soft kiss to the center of your hand. His forehead is pressed into your touch next, a tired sigh leaving the man’s body as he simply holds your palm against him, melting into you.

You don’t speak until he does.

“Try somewhere else when you’re going on a shitty date, yeah?” He asks, eyes hidden from your view as he presses his forehead further into your palm. His hair tickles the tops of your fingers, his skin warm, and you shiver involuntarily. “Maybe find a man that can cook? Or get takeout?”

“A man that can cook?” You ask with a slightly breathy laugh. “Not many I’ve met.”

“I make a mean roast.” He blurts, then pauses. “If you’re interested.” You watch the top of his head for a moment before he pulls away, embarrassed gaze meeting your own. “Forget it, sorry. I just—”

“I’d love that.” You say quickly, fingers wrapping around his own. “I mean—I could make dessert. If you want.”

His smile is nothing short of dazzling when he nods, blue eyes locked onto yours.

“Perfect.” He mumbles, dropping another quick kiss onto your knuckles. “I’ll tell Dominik you’re awake.”

—

Three months pass before anything happens.

You’ve taken up Nikolai’s offer of dinner at his place, a meal that was ridiculously better than anything you could’ve gotten at a restaurant. Roast beef with baby carrots and creamy potatoes, fresh rolls, warm gravy—the whole nine yards. You’d gotten dessert as you’d promised, earning a laugh from Nikolai you’d never forget when you’d presented the gift.

Two Cinnabon rolls, fresh from that day. He’d warmed them and sat on the couch with you as you watched a movie, curled into his side. Then, later, he’d tucked your hair behind your ear, his fingers sliding easily through the silken strands.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He asked, his face tilted towards yours as the credits roll on the horror movie you’d chosen.

You tilted your chin up, smiling shyly.

“I know.”

“Good,” he breathed, fingertips lingering on your jaw. “just making sure.”

Weeks later you found yourself in the back of his car, straddling his waist while your lips moved furiously over his. He was literally moaning into your mouth, fingers digging into your hips as the two of you practically dry-humped each other like teenagers.

“Do you—” You gasp, pulling back an inch. “—have a condom?”

“No,” he pants, lips finding your neck. His next words are muffled against your skin. “we can wait if you—”

“Fuck that.” You scoff, yanking at his belt.

Nikolai lets out a small noise of surprise before shoving your dress up, his fingers tugging your underwear aside while you pull his pants and boxers down.

The second you sink down onto him the two of you collectively gasp, his hands gripping your hips with lethal force as he drags you further down onto him.

The next time he has you is, ironically, in the firehouse, your hands braced against the shower wall while he slams into you from behind. The stream of water drowns out your heavy breathing as he tugs your ass back against him, railing you like his life depends on it.

Then he’s got you on your couch, his tongue fucking into you as his fingers rub your clit. This man is a munch, I don’t care. He’s sucking on your clit like it’s the fountain of youth when he manages to get your legs spread open wide for him.

And you, on your knees, sucking him off while his hand is fisted into your hair.

You, one hand wrapped around him, stroking up and over his shaft and tip until cum decorates your palm and fingers.

gave someone a handjob today dont ask questions it’s for research guys okay RESEARCH. Sorry tMI

First time he makes love to you instead of rigorous fucking is over a month into your situationship, his slow thrusts making your head spin as he takes care of you, pulling multiple orgasms out of you before he lets himself finish.

But the most important part to you is the aftermath.

The way he shows up randomly with your favorite coffee, goes grocery shopping together before helping you cook dinner, watches whatever movie or show you like regardless of how corny it is.

How he kisses your forehead before he leaves, even spending the night a few times in order to make himself at home in your apartment: the way he massages your pussy in the morning leaving you an absolute mess before you head off to work.

Nikolai is a menace.

But you love him, right?

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eclecticqueennerd · 10 months

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Confessions

*An AU but not too far off from what we are familiar with. Becca doesn’t exist and Reader has a secret that she hasn’t told anyone. This is my first fanfic on Tumblr.*

Triggers: r*pe, a*ortion, mild violence, confession, angst, alcohol consumption, language

Part 1

Everyone filed into the dirty, musky hideout exhausted from today’s mission. The intel was shit and wasn’t enough to take down Homelander or Vought. As Frenchie, Kimiko, MM went into their assigned rooms, Hughie bid everyone goodbye before heading to his apartment with Annie. Butcher stomped over to the kitchen table and began skimming through multiple manilla folders that lay sprawled out. As the minutes ticked by, you could tell by the expression on Butchers face that he was getting progressively angry, his fists slamming on the kitchen table confirmed it. You approached him and placed a hand on this shoulder. He turned around and the eyes filled with fury softened as soon as they peered into yours. You saw there was a sizeable gash around the outer arch of his left eyebrow, blood trickling down his face.

“What the hell! Where did you get that?” you asked him, gently grabbing his face, and taking a closer look. Butcher just shrugged and replied,

“One of them cunts had a knife. Didn’t think it was that bad.”

“Well looks like you need stiches. Sit.”

“I’m not a fuckin dog y/n. You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Sit!” You raised your voice while looking as sternly as you could while pointing to the chair next to the kitchen table. Butcher plopped down and began pouting, crossing his arms over his chest. You walked over to the cabinets above the fridge and pulled out a first aid kit. Walking back over, you pulled out gloves, suture, a small bottle of iodine, a pair of needle holders and a forcep. Grabbing a paper towel located on the table, you clean the wound with iodine and begin suturing. Butcher let out a hiss.

“Fuckin hell could you be more careful? Fuckin hurts.”

“Don’t be such a baby. I’m sure you’ve had worse.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure those small hands are capable of being a lot softer than what your doin’ now luv.”

“Butcher I am being as soft as I can be. You should count yourself lucky it didn’t get any closer to your eye.” You said as you continued suturing.

Before joining The Boys, you were an officer in the United States Army as a Field Surgeon, so you knew the ins and outs of the human body. You joined The Boys after Grace Mallory found you sobbing and cradling your dead husband in a back alley after a supe brutally killed him. You were only 3 days back home from a yearlong deployment. Grace knew how to play into your hatred towards the supes, and that’s how you ended up with the motley crew. You got along with everyone but the person you got along most with was Billy Butcher, and dare you say he was gentler with you than others. The shared hatred the two of you had for supes and the lengths you would go to extract your revenge is what made the pair of you a match made in heaven. A match which neither of you confessed your feelings towards the other. Butcher opened to you about his past when he trusted no one else. He told you about his abusive father and the great lengths he would go to protect his little brother, Lenny. He told you how Homelander killed Lenny and that he hopes to take down those cunts in the tower.

You finished the last stitch and placed the utensils onto the kitchen table. You wiped up the remaining blood on Butchers face, hands shaking as you went. Butcher uncrossed his arms and watched your every step. You removed the latex gloves and inspected your handiwork, as gently as you could turning his head slightly.

“There. All better now. Now don’t pick at it otherwise you’ll have an ugly scar on this beautiful mug.” You flirt halfheartedly. Butcher reached his hands out and wrapped them around yours. Your focus went from the fixed skin to his soft hazel eyes. Your heart began to thud in your chest as you grew more nervous.

“Why you shakin’ luv? You weren’t hurt me.” Butcher spoke softly. You stood like that, eyes locked, for what felt like forever, inching closer and closer. Butcher then snaked one of his hands behind your head and leaned forward. He closed his eyes and started to pucker his lips for a kiss.

What could have been a romantic moment that confirmed the mutual feelings, turned into full panic mode. You promptly pulled back and placed the tips of your fingers on Butchers lips, pushing him away. Butcher’s eyes went wide, and he dropped his hands.

“I thought the feeling was mutual. Sorry.” You could hear the disappointment in his voice as his eyes dropped to the floor. Your heart broke.

“I’m not good enough for you.” You replied quickly. Butcher’s eyes went as big as dinner plates as he again made eye contact with you.

“What? Where’d you get that idea? It’s me not good enough for you.”

“No… no Butcher I’m not good enough for you.”

“What’s gotcha thinkin’ this hm?” You almost spilled your guts right then and there. But what you were about to tell him, you knew he needed a drink or two or three or the whole damn bottle. You went to grab 2 glasses and a bottle of whiskey. You approached Butcher and handed him an empty glass. Then you poured the whiskey into the glasses and promptly drank yours. Butcher looked at you suspiciously as he sipped his drink. You poured yourself another one.

“You’ll want to drink that before I tell you what I’m about to tell you.” Butcher knocked back the glass and set it on the table. You refilled it and gave him an expectant look. After the second glass of whiskey was consumed, you took a deep breath and confessed.

“I’m a supe.” Butcher paused. He narrowed his eyes and said menacingly,

“You wha?”

“I’ll start from the beginning. You remember that time when Homelander kidnapped me?” You were practically vibrating with nerves in the chair across from Butcher. If it were anyone else, you’re almost certain Butcher would have blown up and placed a bullet in their head.

“Yeah. Just about one of the worst days of me life.”

“We’ll he took me to the tower and kept me in the lab under heavy watch. He said that he wanted to punish you for coming after him, after Vought. At first, I thought that he was going to kill me, but he… they… injected me with Compound V.” Butcher was silent as he stared at the table, digesting what you were telling him.

“He kept me there for a few days to make sure that my vitals were okay, and that I wasn’t going to die. He then took me to this cabin in the woods. While there he got into his head that he was going to keep me to breed the ‘best superhuman’. He… he kept…” you trailed off as flashbacks to Homelander forcing himself on you came flooding into your memory. You continued,

“He raped me. Multiple times. He left one day for a meeting in the tower and left me alone. I was still guarded but they must’ve been new hires cuz they fought like shit. When I finally found my opening, I escaped. I have no idea how long time passed but it felt like eternity. I couldn’t go to you. I was afraid you’d hate me for what I became. I hate myself for what I am. I went to Grace, and she took mercy on me. She took me under her wing and kept me hidden in the compound outside New York. There, I found out I was pregnant.” Butcher started bobbing his leg up and down while brushing his beard. He then said gruffly,

“And the baby?”

“Gone. Had it removed as soon as I knew. I actually made it so I can’t any children… with anyone.” Butcher’s eyes met yours. His eyes were filled with fury.

“You told me you were gone training. You lied to me.”

“I did train once my body recovered. I learned what my abilities are and how to keep them in check. You gotta believe me, I wanted to tell you, but I was scared of what you would do. Please… Billy.” You reached a handout to his and he yanked his body away from yours.

“Who else knows?!” Butcher roared.

“Just you and Grace.” A long silence fell between the two of you. Butcher then grabbed the bottle of whiskey and stormed out of the hideout. Tears began filling your eyes as your heart sank into your stomach. This man you were incredibly close with, had feelings for, would give your life for, just walked out on you. MM and Frenchie came out of their rooms to investigate what was going on. They spotted you curled up on the chair, weeping. Frenchie rushed towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Mon cher what is wrong?” MM approached the table and sat down in the place Butcher left open. You wiped the tears from your face and looked at the two men. You need to tell them, you thought.

“What did that asshole do?” MM asked you. You took a shaky but deep breath.

“I told him… I’m a supe.” Both MM and Frenchie exchanged looks. MM then grabbed your hand and said,

“Go on.”

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