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chosobeee · 6 months

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𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓞𝓷 𝓗𝓲𝓶 ♡

Pairing: Soft!Toji Fushiguro x GN!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: Again very self indulgent, lots of fluff. Toji is WHIPPED. Extremely ooc--I just really love me some soft Toji, I'm sorry, I promise I'll do one where he's his mean little self to balance it out. Some cussing, mentions of Toji being a dick.

A/N: Yay my second fic! I got even more carried away with this one than the last. But I think this one came out better, so I'm not upset. Also yes, it is in head canon format, but honestly it makes me feel more comfortable to write in this format, especially after being SO out of practice writing. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy! xx

- Your work week has been a long and tiring one. Being promoted was something that excited you at first, more hours equals more money—which never hurt anyone, right?

- Now, a few months into the promotion, you’re starting to heavily regret accepting the position. Constantly picking up shifts for people who called out, having to go the extra mile all the time and never being thanked or rewarded for it. Truth be told, it fucking sucks.

- But now that you and your boyfriend have finally moved into an apartment together, you both need to work in order to pay the bills. Rent isn’t gonna pay itself.

- Toji picked up a contractor job for some of the larger buildings currently being built in the inner city area—a job that paid well, but kept him away from you for longer than you liked. You’re proud of him, though, knowing he’s working hard for the life you’re slowly building together. The thought made your heart flutter in your chest.

- Stepping onto the welcome mat you had gotten as a house warming gift, your feet ached. Each step felt as though you were walking on shattered glass and upturned nails. Sharp pains shoot up your thighs and lower back as you dig into your bag to retrieve your keys.

- Inside, you’re greeted with the delicious scent of an unidentified food being cooked. It was so pleasant compared to all of the other signals felt in your body that you immediately let out a sigh of contentment.

- Kicking off the shoes that were now suffocating your feet and dropping your bag and keys at the door, you shuffle your way into the kitchen and lean against the frame.

- There Toji stands, his back facing you, focused on stirring whatever is in the pot in front of him. You can hear him whistling a soft tune, one that makes the warmth in your chest spread to your cheeks.

- He was so… husband material now. You thought back to when you first met him, the way he acted. He was so much more cold, distant—abrasive, even. You don’t know how or why, but as you started growing closer, it was like a switch flipped in his head. Well, maybe not that quickly, but it still surprised you.

- Not that you were complaining.

- He became so sweet when it came to you. He was so reassuring, soft, and kind. He would give you gifts—and not necessarily expensive ones, but ones that held sentimental value. Things that reminded him of you, and things to remind you of him. He would call you sweet nicknames, take care of you when you fell ill, call and make appointments for you when you felt particularly anxious.

- It’s precious to see him now, bustling about in the kitchen to cook a meal for you in your shared home. It seems so anti-Toji. The old him would’ve scoffed at this idea, claiming he would never be "weak" enough to settle down for someone like that.

- Suddenly sensing your presence, Toji’s whistling comes to a halt and he turns around, wooden spoon in hand. He smiles and raises an eyebrow. “Staring again, doll?” He puts a hand on his hip. “I know I’m pretty, but a ‘hello’ would be nice, too.”

- You chuckle, walking up to the counter and leaning on it for support. “You are pretty. And you seemed so peaceful doing your little house husband things, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

- He scrunches his eyebrows and pouts. Toji Fushiguro is pouting. “We both know I’m the real breadwinner in this family.”

- Your roll your eyes and he points the wooden spoon at you punitively. “Now come taste this and tell me what you think, brat.”

- After you’re both finished with dinner you decide to curl up on the couch and catch up on an episode of the show you guys have been putting off for a while now.

- Not even five minutes into the episode your eyes are already growing heavy. The day is really catching up to you now. Sighing, you gently lift Toji’s arm and lean down, resting your head in his lap.

- Before you even have the chance, Toji is grabbing the blanket at your waist and pulling it up over your shoulders. He keeps in in place with his arm while he combs his fingers absentmindedly through your hair, his attention still on the screen in front of you. Unknown to you, though, is Toji's face-splitting smile, always happy to be the one you lean on.

- You’re already fast asleep by the time the episode is over, and Toji is well aware of it, too. He smiles gently at your soft snores, leaning over you just enough to see your face squished against his thigh.

- He lets out a quiet chuckle and shakes his head. He doesn’t know how or when it happened, but he is absolutely taken by you. He hasn’t held anything this close to his heart in a very long time, and honestly, that sometimes scares him a bit.

- Carefully, he rolls you into a little burrito and picks you up bridal-style, carrying you all the way to your shared bed before setting you down gently and unwrapping you from your burrito prison.

- Before crawling into bed he looks down at you once more, taking in the peaceful expression you wear while asleep. Caressing your cheek, he leans down and kisses you on the forehead.

- Every single day he falls more in love with you, and he’s almost certain you barely notice how genuinely deep his feelings run. He tries to make it clear with reassurance and gift giving, but he knows that he’s still not the best at communicating his feelings. But he tries, really hard. Just for you. Because he loves you and he wants to make sure you understand just how much.

- He knows how hard you’ve worked for this life together with him. He knows how hard it can be on you, especially with your new promotion and his work hours being almost completely opposite of yours. He knows how much you care about him and this relationship, and it makes his heart soar. He’s had flings in the past, but nothing that’s ever been this serious. No one who has ever taken him serious.

- You’re a blessing, a miracle. To know that he gets to spend his life by your side isn’t something he takes lightly. He’s forever grateful that you chose him, that you chose to be by his side, even when in the beginning he was more of a dickhead than anything else. And for that, he will always protect you. He will always cherish you.

- Slipping out of his shirt and sweats, he takes his place in bed next to you, covering you both up with the blankets and pulling you into his chest.

- You breathe out a contented breath and lay your arm across his chest, bringing your leg up and over his. Snuggling into his side, he smiles. He turns off the bedside lamp and lets the darkness cover you both like a blanket.

- He kisses you on top of the head once more before closing his own eyes, happy to be able to wake up next to you in the morning to come.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader

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horce-divorce · 2 months

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something something about the power imbalance inherent to being an unhoused person, how similar it is to the dependency that abusers intentionally foster in their relationships to keep victims from leaving. but if you're homeless and someone is putting you up, especially if it's for free/some kind of exchange other than rent, you're basically expected to put up with whatever indignity they can imagine for you and still just be grateful. And if you set a boundary or speak up for yourself in any kind of way, that's Taking Advantage of this poor kind person who's doing SO much for you already, how could you?

sorry its 2am and I'm trying to write a better draft about this for later too but its like. being homeless is a huge, huge vulnerability. ppl people will look to exploit that, intentionally or not. and doubly so if you're homeless because you're disabled.

also something the ableism involved... about how I know so many fellow disabled people who have struggled with homelessness, and we all have similar stories about people we trusted, friends or loved ones who seemed all too happy to help and take us in, and how we repeatedly impressed upon them the nature of our health and the situation, and they swore up and down that they understood and that we were on the same page about boundaries and expectations... only to have them blow up and kick us out at the absolute first sign of conflict or miscommunication, or because we didn't get jobs fast enough, or because we didn't contribute financially even after being told that wasn't expected, and so on.

and how, I know so many housed people who have never been through this, who all have very similar stories about how they tried to help a friend in need once, and they were SO lazy and horrible and took SO long to get their shit together that they clearly were just a freeloader taking advantage who should've never been trusted, just like all homeless people, and that's why we give them socks and canned beans instead of money.

I was never allowed to complain about ableist expectations or abled people ignoring my boundaries in my parents' home. Especially not after I became a disabled adult who still needed help with housing. And that's been true of most of the couch-hopping I've done since then, too.

Currently we have a fairly nice situation... we live with a trusted and pleasant friend. It's a whole house, not an apartment. Not even in the city. We have our own entire room. We don't have to pay rent or anything. It's temporary even aside from our discomfort, it's just been a nice place to land for the cold months.

However. Friends parents are not so chill. Their dad is the most disgusting man alive and has repeatedly gotten us sick bc he's always got something, bleeds all over and never cleans it up, never washes his hands, leaves his dentures on countertops and tables with food still stuck on them, coughs all over our stuff and never masks, is actively making the mouse infestation worse with all the food he leaves out, and puts our health at risk in SO many ways.

he used to work in Healthcare btw. His wife still does. They know we're here bc we're homeless; they know we're both disabled and immunocompromised; neither of them will wear a mask. Both of them are constantly coughing everywhere and not even covering their mouths. We've tried to politely bring this to their attention multiple times and nothing changes. They just ignore us.

We could literally die from this. We could get lifelong health complications even worse than what we have now. Bel lost his sense of taste today and now we're terrified that it's gonna be long covid or something else that sucks what little joy is left from our daily lives.

You lose everything, and then you're supposed to just say nothing and accept your lot, no matter how much danger you're in, because beggars can't be choosers. If you're disabled and poor you'd better just be fine with people abusing you and putting your health and safety at risk indefinitely, because you're lucky they're even helping you at all instead of JUST abusing you.

You dont get to have a home. You dont get to collect things, or keep sentimental things, or have a whole, adequate wardrobe. You get what you can carry with you and what won't get stolen or destroyed by others, or by the nature of moving so much. You dont get to have safety and stability and roots and community. You dont get the dignity of boundaries or your own space. You get what you get and you don't throw a fit. And be happy and say "thank you" if people are merely ignoring you instead of actively silencing you. And if the people "helping" you actually give you the thing that kills you, at least you didn't die of exposure, I guess? Or something?

Its just. Every single thing you do as both a homeless & disabled person reminds you how utterly worthless you are to the """normal""" people around you. Every day. It's so demoralizing.

#me #prsnl #disability stuff #homelessness

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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WIBTAH if I ask my mom to save up her money instead of buying me gifts?

My mom recently got kicked out of her housing, and none of my siblings are in stable situations to take her in, so I did. Having her around makes me nervous, both because she was abusive my entire childhood and because I'm not allowed to have her here. She hasn't been abusive while she's been here, probably because she feels guilty about staying here (considering how much she called me a burden when I was a *child* depending on my *mother*, she probably isn't much nicer to herself for depending on her adult child).

I haven't been asking her to contribute to our rent because I can basically afford it as long as I don't buy much in the way of things I don't absolutely need, and because I know how hard it is to find an apartment around here if you haven't been saving up. So, you know, I figured I should let her save up.

For the record, when I told her she could stay, I told her she could stay for winter break as long as she left once the semester started. The semester started over a month ago but I haven't asked her to leave because I haven't been *as* stressed out as I thought I'd be and, like, where's she gonna go? She has no money.

Unfortunately it seems that not paying any rent, despite the fact that she's unemployed and cannot afford it, just increases her guilt about staying here. And I see it as mostly harmless for her to placate it with things like doing the dishes etc because I know it makes her feel like she's earning her keep (and I know her, and no amount of telling her that I don't expect this from her will make her feel better because she's mentally ill like me).

But another habit she's picked up to make herself feel better is buying me things, always as a surprise. With her even-less-money-than-I-have. If we were in any other situation I would welcome it, but the reason I haven't been asking her to help with bills is because she needs to be saving up money, and, selfishly, the less she buys right now the sooner she can leave.

On the one hand, I don't think it's particularly assholeish to ask her to stop buying me gifts. On the other hand, if I make it clear that it's (partially/mostly) because I think she should be saving up money to leave, I feel like that's a) judging her for how she spends/saves her money, and b) telling her I need her to leave ASAP. And like, I do want her to leave so I can feel safe in my own home, but I also know that I only *feel* unsafe, I'm not *actually* unsafe, and if I tell her that her being here is affecting me it'll only increase her guilt about being here. So yeah, I don't know what to do.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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meetingthemastermoments · 10 months

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jake x reader

Part 2

warnings: nothing yet, slow burn, eventual 18+

word count: 1.25k

summary: You move into a new apartment, with an unexpectedly attractive neighbor. (WIP)

notes: Hi friends! This is my first fic, so let me know what you think. I'm leaning towards making this a WIP, but I'm just a baby and we're gonna start slow. All my Love, MM

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Finally. You stood in your soon to be living room with your new landlord.

“Okay, everything should be set. The guy below you is named Jake, he’s been living here for the past couple of years. He’s a pretty nice kid. Generally, he takes care of the lawn and landscaping, so you shouldn’t have to worry about that. Once you move in your spare keys will be on the mantel. I’ll text you the front door code once you pay your deposit and the first month's rent. Sound good?”

“Sounds great Rob, I look forward to it!” You had been looking for a place of your own for a while now. Never quit finding the right fit. You had moved to your new city a couple of years ago and moved in with some girls you found looking for a roommate, and you vowed to never do that again. Thankfully, after a couple of years karma finally flipped in your favor and you were given a promotion at work, allowing you to move into a new apartment all on your own.

The apartment you found was great. It was a second floor duplex, you had the whole floor all to yourself and an attic. When you walked in the front door and to the top of the stairs you entered the living room, complete with bay windows and a fireplace. This led to a beautiful open dining room which led into the kitchen. It was small but perfect for one. As you continued walking through you entered the hallway which led you to the master bedroom, bathroom, and spare bedroom that you had planned on turning into an office. The last section of the hallway led to two doors. One door brought you to your attic, and the second door led you to the back stairwell you shared with your neighbor and down to the basement. It was old, early 1900’s, creaked a little, had beautiful wooden floors, and tall ceilings to match. It was perfect.

…

It’d been a couple of days since you moved into your new place, and boxes still littered the dining room and living room floor, but you were home. You had just come back from a walk, grabbing your mail on the way back up to your apartment. Shuffling through new bills and some junk from the old tenant you found a little piece of paper. Curious, you opened it, finding a note from the tenant below you, Jake.

Hi, I’m your downstairs neighbor. I’m going to be away on business all week but let me know if you need anything. (xxx) xxx-xxxx

Jake

You hadn’t seen Jake yet. Only heard him come in and out of the house a couple of times. Your job didn’t start until next week, and by the time you got up he was always gone. You were planning on introducing yourself, maybe making cookies, but you had forgotten up until now. That was nice of him to check in though. You can always make him cookies or something when he gets back.

You had never lived on your own before, so it was nice to know the person you shared your house with was at least friendly. Sure you had lived with plenty of roommates, once you graduated college, bouncing around from apartment to apartment, but finally, finally you were able to save up enough money to get a place by yourself.

Typing in his number you send a quick text,

Y/N: Hey! I’m y/n, thank you for the note. Let me know if you need any help with the yard work! I love gardening and I’m pretty decent with a weed whip lmao. Also, please let me know if I’m being too loud! Have a good trip!

Jake: Thanks! Same to you, if you need anything lmk

With that out of the way, you set down your phone and continue on with your task of putting away your new belongings.

...

The week went by and you were finally able to start settling in. It was a little weird being alone for the first time. Being in your apartment and knowing that Jake was living his life just below you was comforting, but once he was gone on his work trip the house got a little creepy at night. Sure it was old and bound to shift and move, but that didn’t make it any less unsettling.

You had lost track of the days, coming up with a routine. Work, home, watch tv or hang out with friends, eat dinner, sleep, repeat. As the week continued it didn’t occur to you to be on the lookout for your housemate to come home, nor did you worry about what time he would return.

BANG!

You woke with a start! What time is it? The rolling of suitcases accompanied heavy footsteps from the floor below. You had been doing laundry and must have fallen asleep. Shit. Your wet clothes had probably been in the washer for hours.

Without checking the time you scurried down your shared back stairs to the basement. Throwing your clothes into the drier, you didn’t bother to look up until you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. You looked up and smiled at the descending man as he came into the basement with his hamper filled with clothes.

“JESUS CHRIST” He jumped, throwing his clothes down the rest of the stairs and effectively falling on his ass. “You could have at least said something so I knew you were down here! What the hell are you doing up this late!”

Shocked at the startled reaction of the gorgeous man in front of you, you only stared. Eyes wide in shock and awe. You looked him over as he stood there, his dark brown hair was thrown into a low bun, unkempt pieces framing his face. He wore an old long sleeve t-shirt with a circle logo on the front and sweatpants that hung just at his waist. He was breathtaking.

You shook your head to compose yourself. “I’m so sorry! I just wasn’t expecting that reaction. I thought you knew I was down here because the light was on! Are you okay?!” You started towards the stairs to see if he needed help.

“No no! I’m fine.” He grunted as he stood back up, reaching down to start collecting his clothes.

You hurried forward and started collecting items that had fallen at the bottom of the stairs. Throwing them back into the basket that was now resting on the step. Jake smiled at you as he leaned forward to pick up the basket.

“You must be y/n, nice to finally meet you! Even if you did scare the ever-living shit out of me. Why the hell are you still up at 3 am??” He looked down at his phone as he sat the basket on his dryer.

“I… I fell asleep and forgot that I had clothes in the wash. Actually, you woke me up when you came home, so thanks, I guess. Otherwise I would have needed to wash them again.” You looked down sheepishly as you struggled to get your dryer balls out of their bag, throwing them into the dryer with the rest of your load. “Well, welcome back Jake. Have a goodnight!” You looked back up to smile at him before you left but found him already looking at you.

“K, night.” He whispered, giving you a soft smile.

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka #jake gvf #gvf fanfiction #gvf x reader #greta van fleet fan fiction #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka x reader #greta van fleet fluff

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mandos-mind-trick · 4 months

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Hi.

It's currently 8:00 on a Sunday night so I don't think anyone is gonna see this but if I don't do this now I'm going to talk myself out of it.

First off, I wanted to say thank you again for everyone's kind replies and messages regarding my last post. I do appreciate every single one of you and your kindness. It's nice to know others do/have felt the same way. Y'all really are too kind. I'm honestly not sure if recovery is possible for me but it's nice to hear about others who have recovered.

I now come to you to share a bit more of what's going on and why things are just so fucking bleak for me. I'm honestly a little ashamed to even be sharing this and everything in me is begging me to not say anything which is why I need to post this now before I talk myself out of it.

So, late last year I found out that I was likely going to be laid off from my job sometime in January. I kind of knew it was coming and expected it but in December (literally the week of Christmas) I learned that it was going to happen for sure. I still don't have a date, and still have a schedule but those of you that have been laid off know it could literally come at any time.

Of course I was saving money through the busy season (or at least trying to, I'll get to that in a moment) because I thought I was going to get laid off last week, or even the first week of January. A lot happened in the last couple months that really kind of threw things into the toilet. I had to start paying on a student loan (a private one so I have no choice) and I had some back pay on some stuff that I had to take care of to avoid you know, getting sued.

Things would have been fine, it all would have been okay, except that I wasn't expecting my job to cut my hours so drastically before they laid me off. I went from 40 hour weeks to 24 hour weeks. So yeah. I'm kind of fucked right now.

I haven't even been able to pay rent this month and it's not looking like I'm going to be able to. I'm not at risk of being homeless yet. My landlord can be willing to work with people but they've been lenient with me in the past when I've struggled and I'm not sure how willing they will be to do that again.

And before anyone asks, no, I don't have family or friends that could help. I'm quite literally on my own in this world so that's not an option for me.

So, on top of everything else, I also have this to deal with.

I appreciate everyone's kind words and offers of help but there's no help for me. There's no hope for me anymore. This is why death feels more welcome than whatever the hell I'm doing now. I wouldn't call it living.

#trigger warnings...i don't even know #suicide i guess

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mr-leach · 8 months

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Hey so uh,

I don't have the energy right now to write up a big post explaining all the details of how I got where I am and why I need help but the long story short is that I have been too sick to work and the small amount of money I get from employment insurance is not gonna cover living expenses for this month. I don't have to pay rent until my next payment comes (probably Wednesday) but it's not going to be enough to cover my rent anyway. Not to mention groceries and bills after that.

I have been looking for work that is less strenuous than my usual job but there's not a lot out there that doesn't require being on your feet 4-8h or having experience that I don't have. I'm trying to strategize how I'm gonna get through September but I feel like I already haven't really made it through August. It's like looming over me still and I feel frozen unless I have a way to come up with hundreds of dollars by Wednesday. I'm feeling trapped and like nothing within the realm of what I can do will do any good.

Anyway that's why I'm here. If you're reading this and you can donate something I would really appreciate it. I don't necessarily have a goal in mind just that I have enough to pay my roommate when he comes knocking.

Thank you for reading. I know lots of people are also struggling so don't feel bad if all you can do is pass on the message. I just thought I would ask and see if anyone had anything to spare.

#sorry to do this again #i seem to never not be struggling #and every year there's less and less i can do to try and lift myself up #mutual aid #donate #help #idk how else to tag tbh

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awisespirit · 2 months

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THE DEVIL WITHIN?!

(SIYEON VER.)

GP SIYEON X FEM READER

Warnings: ⚠️ maybe be triggering for some⚠️ ⚠️ landlady Siyeon⚠️ ⚠️GP Siyeon ⚠️ ⚠️ Reader being touched against her will?⚠️ ⚠️ Mentions of sexual trauma⚠️ ⚠️ Mentions of Chocol, Dami and Jiu⚠️

A/N: Hey guys! To the anon who requested for a Siyeon ver... I tried my best. Kinda feel like it's sloppy tho and I'm sorry for it. Will definitely write a part 2 for it. This part might be a little confusing as it was originally supposed to be posted after Jiu's version but yeah... You guys will see soon. Hope you loves enjoy it. 💕😶‍🌫️.

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"look y/n I don't fucking care the hell your going through right now. I need the damn payment. It has been 2 months. Either pay up or I'm kicking you out."

"No please Siyeon-nim just give me one more day I'll find some money. I'll pay you b-back please don't kick me out. T-their s-still after me."

"Do I look like I care slut? Maybe I should call Chocol let her know where you are!?"

The rent was due, yet again and it's 2 months payment this time. You had no job, a runaway, no money the only shelter you find was under the Lee apartment. The place was decent with a shared kitchen and bathroom. Lee Siyeon was your landlady and housemate. She's a really close acquaintance of Jo Gayoung also known as Chocol.

Yes Chocol the woman was after you, she was waiting on having you as a payback for your father's debt that he left before disappearing.

Why was your life so fucked up? First Dami then Chocol then Jiu.... Who's next next in line to use you for their pleasure?

Siyeon reached out for her phone on the table.

"n-no please Siyeon-nim I'm begging you d-don't do it. Is there any other way I could pay you back?"

You become desperate, you didn't even realize what you were sounding like.

Siyeon lowered her gaze to you, something on her mind.

"anything?"

"y-yes! Anything!"

Siyeon's eyes filled with an emotion that brought back bitter memories for you.

"S-Siyeon- ah"

You were lifted up on her arms. she brought you in her room and dropped you on to her bed.

"take everything off." Her voice was calm but it did hold that sinister aura.

She took out some chains from her drawer.

"you said anything, therefore I'm gonna make you be my fucking little cum slut."

It's her. The woman you thought who would at last be your saviour from the horrible world outside, is now the devil you never knew about.

Your arms and legs being tied to the bed frame.

"n-no please. Don't do this to me!-"

She shut you up with her lips. You tried your best to get yourself free by wriggling you arms and shouting. But where did that get you?

Nowhere, absolutely nowhere with a harsh slap to your cheek.

Her left had a firm grip on your neck slowly restrainting the air from you.

"look, I'm a person who doesn't change my mind often. If I've made up my mind, then it is what it is slut."

Another hard slap to your face. Tears already streaming your cheeks. Her smirk made you sick.

She removed her shirt and pants. She craked open a fresh can of beer it seems and drowned it right away. This gave you more memories about the one who was after you.

"your a monster." You whispered enough for her to hear.

"Yeah I am. I'm a fucking monster who's gonna treat you as my fuck toy."

Then she removed her shorts as you come face to face with her member.

She pushes herself into your mouth with no time.

"ahh yes, suck it like stupid whore you are."

Her cock was deep in your mouth it made you gag everytime she the very back of it.

"your mouth itself is so good, then how great would that pussy of yours feel? Fuck it I'm gonna fuck it. Fuck your thight pussy over and over, again and again."

"And I'll fucking cum in you, fill you up with my cum and make you carry my children! Got that my cum slut?"

-THE END-

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#girl group scenarios #girl group reaction #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher reaction #dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher reactions #dreamcatcher x reader #siyeon smut

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rhythmic-idealist · 9 months

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The shorter (better) version of this post that contains every detail ever— Some of you know my partner @crimeronan.

(This is the part where I gush about my partner. You can skip down a few paragraphs if you wanna.)

If you do know—or know of—Kitkat, you might know them as a resource, or as a writer, or as that person who has been known to sit down and write six paragraphs of advice to the scared young person in their inbox.

Watching their blog I see people trading autoimmune stories, younger queer and polyamorous people asking questions about what it's like to be in your mid twenties and settled into those things, and people who found stories who resonated in ways stories don't always succeed at.

Or maybe not! That’s my platonic partner of four years. Happy to introduce u.

(This is the part you can skip forward to.)

If you ARE aware of Kitkat, you might know a little about their running 2+ year health mystery, and about the recent updates that it is FINALLY starting to be solved. Kitkat has been too sick to work consistently for a very long time, has lost multiple freelance writing clients to ChatGPT, and has been doing physical gig delivery work to try to make up the gap—while remaining too sick to work a majority of the time.

This post exists because their car broke down.

To say the money situation is already tight would be, though I’m sorry to put it like this, understated. Basically: because of this auto repair bill, they’re not going to be able to make rent.

A little info about what we're doing moving forward: I'm gonna be moving in next month, finding a job that will train me instead of the original plan of finishing trade school first (I'm happy about this turn of events for many reasons! Just explaining where I fit in the whole financial constellation). And at that point, I'm gonna be helping with bills, since Kitkat's entire focus right now should be on getting well again. I expect we as a group will probably be okay once I’m in Oregon and more established/able to help out with the household income.

The problem is just that things aren’t there yet, and this isn't money we're going to be able to make back later. Kitkat has been too sick to work consistently for much too long, and that's just untenable without looking for community support right now.

Kitkat has limited mobility and is going to need to get to upcoming appointments, and speaking honestly, also just really needs access to a car to make things like groceries feasible. She’s not the only one in the apartment with limited mobility or chronic pain.

The bill has come out to $717.80.

As of now, rent money has been used to pay it—the car has been repaired now, but that money was for rent and daily expenses. There is already financial assistance in play, particularly Medicaid. As it stands, because of this bill, they're not going to make rent.

To account for GoFundMe's fees of 2.9% + $0.30 per transaction, the goal has been set to $750.

If you’re in any way able to give, the link is here: https://gofund.me/c0f9d7fe

Otherwise, a share goes a really long way.

Thank you a ton for reading this far. Please know: this post is an appeal to those among us who have disposable income and are looking to donate some of it. Take care.

Thank you.

$1,478/750

Date posted: July 27th, 2023 Updated: August 10th, 2023 because I noticed donations are still trickling in wah??????? 🥹😭

#mutual aid #kitkat car gfm

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#sakuatsu a/b/o | Yakuza Sakusa x Single Parent Atsumu

⚠️ Cw: Mentions of abuse (physical & verbal)

Atsumu is an omega and a single parent of a young son, Nao. Fleeing from an abusive partner, he meets Sakusa, a Yakuza kumicho and learns to love.

His ex on the other hand, learns that abusers don't win, in a brutal way. is an omega and a single parent of a young son, Nao. Fleeing from an abusive partner, he meets Sakusa, a Yakuza kumicho and learns to love.

His ex on the other hand, learns that abusers don't win, in a brutal way.

[Chapter I]

Life is not kind to omegas.

Atsumu learnt this the hard way when he first received his medical report reflecting his second gender: an omega.

The second, when his boyfriend of two years left him for another chic, a pup growing in his womb. The third, when his current partner started showing his true colours.

Raising his fists, hard, heavy blows pelted down on Atsumu, who curled into a small ball and swallowed every broken cry from leaving his heaving chest.

It hurt.

He didn't want to let his five year old son, Nao, who was hiding in the bedroom, hear him crying and getting hurt.

A slap to his cheek. A punch. A kick.

It was followed by more painful blows.

Why was it so hard to be happy? Why did he have to live like this? Why did he have to be born as an omega? Of all things, why did his beautiful, precious son, Nao, have to go through this?

The quietest sob wrecked through Atsumu's beaten body.

Happiness was all, but a far fetched dream.

It didn't exist.

Yet, it was all Atsumu ever wished for. To be happy. To live life normally as an unmated omega with a five year old son. To be loved.

“You're worthless. Get out there and find a job. I need the money to pay the rent. Who let you stay under this roof? Useless omega. I'll hurt the little fucker that came out of you. He isn't even mine."

Atsumu almost laughed. Bitter distaste filled him.

What had happened to the man who'd showered him with affection and sweet, tender words? The man who professed to make him the happiest omega? The man who'd sworn to protect Nao and him?

Right- he'd lost his job, picked up gambling, and turned into a shell of a man.

Atsumu wanted to talk back. To yell. To scream and tell his useless partner to wake up and realize that he was hitting him. Hurting him. Wounding him.

Knowing that he might strike that very same hand and fist, on his son, though, terrified him. It left Atsumu swallowing the words in his mouth. Allowing his bruises to grow, his skin to bleed, and his heart to break.

Watching the frame of someone he'd actually cherished and loved once, walk away, slamming the door to the worn out apartment, Atsumu finally let the cries he had been holding back, to leave his broken body.

It hurt. It hurt so fucking much.

"Papa?"

Atsumu shot up instantly. Nao-

Reaching out to cradle his son’s trembling frame in his arms and tuck him close to his chest, Atsumu forced himself to pump as much of his omegan pheromones to stop his kit from being distressed and his milky scent from turning sour.

“H-hurwts?" Nao mumbled quietly, looking crestfallen and teary eyed, "Papa hurwts?"

Atsumu's heart shattered. He reeled in his tears. He had to be strong for his child.

Shaking his head, he forced a smile onto his face, and ignored the sting from a cut near his lip.

"Baby, listen to papa okay? We need to leave. We're not safe here anymore," Atsumu's voice cracked.

Nao bobbed his head in understanding.

Reaching a grabby hand to cling on to the hem of the thin cardigan Atsumu wore, he asked, "Papa, happwer if we leave?"

Atsumu smiled woefully, picking his son up and a backpack he'd packed with essentials months ago, when the abuse first started.

"I don't know, my little cinnamon bun. Maybe. But I'm not gonna let yer get hurt here."

Deep in his heart, Atsumu knew that being safe was miles better than being happy.

Happiness didn't exist.

Not for omegas. Not for him.

[Chapter II]

Carrying Nao in his arms and the backpack of essentials strapped on his back, Atsumu checked his surroundings cautiously for possible traces of his abusive partner.

The man never left for long, after hitting him.

He always came back crawling on his knees, begging for forgiveness, for lashing out at Atsumu, before another fit of rage consumed him and fists rained down on the omega's body.

It was terrifying. And it was sickening that Nao's name had been brought up earlier.

Who knew what his partner was capable of doing to his pup, in another fit of anger?

Atsumu shook his head.

He didn't want to think about that. Nor did he dare to. He held onto his son tighter. He had to move fast.

Atsumu unlatched the front door with trembling hands and a held breath.

It hadn't been locked from the outside.

His partner had forgotten to lock it, in his fit of rage. That meant a safer escape, without having to use the windows.

"Nao, sweetheart, we're going to need to be very quiet, okay?" Atsumu whispered, scenting his kit's scent glands briefly.

Nao, being an absolute dear, nodded.

Peeking out of the door, and down the quiet hall, Atsumu released the breath he'd been holding.

There was no one in sight.

He took a step out warily. One step turned into two. Two, followed by three.

Before he even realized, Atsumu took off, holding onto his precious little pup who made soft, excited garbles.

Ignoring the sharp pain from his legs that had been badly bruised from being beaten, Atsumu took the short flight of stairs down the escape route he'd been formulating. He ran into the bustling streets, thankful that it was a crowded evening.

That didn't stop him from seeing the familiar figure of his partner stomping back towards the apartment.

Closing in.

Atsumu's blood ran cold.

His partner never stayed out for long, always checking that Atsumu was home.

Ducking his head, lying low, adrenaline coursed through his veins. He heart fell, when he felt an angry stare bearing holes into him from afar.

Atsumu ran.

He didn't know how long he ran, or where his feet were carrying him and his pup, but Atsumu's instincts told him to keep running as far as he could.

Away from the stretch of pachinko parlours his partner frequented. Away from the small cafe where they'd first met. Away from the place he once thought he'd be happy, until he wasn't.

Sprinting away from his abusive partner, everything started to fragment, the further he ran. Atsumu was swept away by a sense of helplessness.

He was all alone, a single parent of a five year old, whom he'd sworn to protect and give his whole world to.

Except, Atsumu didn't have anything in his world.

An unmated omega, that had been tossed aside, he was unwanted for being an unconventional omega.

He didn't smell sweet, nor did he produce much slick. He was a broken counterfeit-

Everything an omega shouldn't be.

Maybe that was why his partner had gotten so fed up. Gone was the initial interest in dating a feisty omega. The empty promises to look after him and Nao. Atsumu had been left unbonded, untouched and ultimately, a punching bag-

Atsumu’s vision glazed over.

“Papa, no cry! No hurwts!” Nao’s shout stopped him from spiralling any deeper.

Of course. Sweet, little Nao was his ray of sunshine and spark of joy that kept him strong.

Atsumu would do anything to protect his pup.

Embracing the cold air caressing his cheeks and his little pup who rubbed away his tears, Atsumu ran harder, ignoring the burn in his chest and ache in his legs. He took in the rush of freedom blending into the crowd.

Failing to realize that he'd stepped foot into territory that he should never be in, Atsumu bumped into a broad, solid chest when he took a couple of turns off the main road, into a dark alleyway to catch his breath.

Lips parting to apologize frantically, every word died in his throat upon realizing that this was the infamous den of the Itachiyama clan.

Why had his feet taken him here, of all places?

Atsumu felt dread gnawing at his insides. He held onto Nao protectively, chest heaving.

The handsome young man standing before him, was unmistakably its ruler.

An alpha. And god- he smelled divine.

But that wasn't what Atsumu should be concerned about.

Anyone stepping foot into the Itachiyama den, never left alive.

"Please don't-"

"You're hurt."

The man before him spoke calmly, staring at him quietly, with dark eyes that burned like hot coals.

The rich, intoxicating scent of sandalwood blanketed Atsumu. He found himself relaxing slightly, cradling Nao closer to his chest.

As much as fear crippled him, and stifled him of his speech, the man before him, didn't seem to have any ill intentions. If anything, there was an empathic look pooling in his dark eyes.

Atsumu could almost feel himself getting reeled into the depths of those orbs.

"Who would hurt such a pretty thing?"

Oh. 𝘖𝘩.

A flash of heat stirred in Atsumu's gut at the low timbre of the man's voice.

A long, dexterous finger rested on his bruised cheek, before a hand cradled his jaw with a touch so gentle, it hurt.

The terse silence was broken by Nao, who was never shy around strangers and fidgeting in his hold. Looking over at the man inquisitively, Nao's eyes sparkled at the dark ink swirling across that very broad chest.

"Papa, it's cwayons?"

Atsumu almost choked. He was struck by momentary fear, shock and grief.

This was it.

The man was going to take his life. Possibly Nao's. They'd offended a Yakuza. Oh gods.

Atsumu wished he had the heart to scold his pup, but he found himself speechless.

An amused huff sounded.

Atsumu wouldn't have ever believed his ears, listening to the tiny chuckle and seeing the even smaller smile, that graced handsome features.

"It's ink, little one."

Bending slightly, the man ruffled Nao's hair. Nao purred.

‘Never follow a stranger home.’

And Atsumu fell.

[Chapter III]

‘Don’t tread into Itachiyama territory.’

‘Be wary of the Itachiyama clan- especially the kumicho. They're Yakuza.’

Those were the things Atsumu’s Ma told him, and his twin, Osamu, multiple times, back when they were young kits.

Yet, Atsumu found himself following the footsteps of said stranger, treading deeper into Itachiyama grounds and walking behind the ruler of the Itachiyama clan.

An alpha who was not only unmated, but smelt and looked ravishing. An alpha who'd reached out and touched him and his little pup with such care and tenderness he hadn't felt in a long time. An alpha who made him feel safe, but so very strange.

Atsumu’s heart had fluttered upon meeting the alpha.

Heart hammering against his chest when the man reached out to touch him and Nao, the omega knew what he'd felt then wasn't really fear, but something more akin to falling in love.

It was trust, he'd given all too easily.

Atsumu knew better than to get his hopes up, but he couldn't fight the attraction that had a gravitating sort of pull, towards the alpha before him.

It was an emotion he hadn't quite felt before, leaving him to drop his guard and disable the walls and barriers to his heart.

Atsumu had never encountered an alpha whose pheromones left him feeling weak in the knees.

It was almost like it was fated. Like the alpha was his fated pair.

But Atsumu didn't believe in things like that. The sharp pain throbbing in his bruises and aching legs proved that.

“You’re slowing down, with your injuries. My car's parked just down the main road. It'll be faster if I carry you and your pup. Only if you allow me to.”

The alpha who'd been walking silently, turned back briefly, dark, obsidian eyes glinting with worry.

Atsumu’s heart thudded in his chest.

It wasn't fair for someone who was supposedly notoriously dangerous, to look this kind and compassionate.

He so wanted to melt into the alpha’s hold, but the part of him that'd always protected himself and his kit, told him to be strong and fend for himself, said otherwise.

“I-”

“Oh! Pwincess carwwie?” Nao perked up in his hold, eyes sparkling.

Atsumu wanted the ground to swallow him up, cheeks flushing at the way the man's eyes just softened.

“Only if your papa lets me.”

Maybe it was the comforting scent of sandalwood that blanketed him with safety he'd never found before.

Maybe it was the low baritone of the man’s voice that made him gain his trust.

Maybe it was just how Atsumu was so tired of running.

“Atsumu.”

The man before him blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, before understanding passed. A tiny smile budded on his lips.

“And your pup?”

“Nao.”

“I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

Striding towards Atsumu, the alpha reached out to carry his pup with a strong, toned forearm with dark, swirling ink.

Nao clung onto his broad, inked chest immediately, small hands tracing at the ink, in interest.

A surge of panic coursed through Atsumu’s veins, but a low purr rumbling from Sakusa’s chest told him it was okay.

“You like tattoos, Nao-chan?” Sakusa hummed, taking in the little pup’s look of wonderment, “I've got more on my back.”

Nao made a series of excited garbles, eyes lighting up.

The alpha found it endearing. Maybe he'd get to show the little one, more of his ink.

Snaking his other arm around Atsumu, who had been looking at the exchange with a quiet look of awe, Sakusa lifted the omega up without batting an eyelid.

“Not quite a princess carry for your papa, but I'm sure we'll get to it.”

Atsumu’s cheeks colored a scarlet hue.

[Chapter IV]

Perhaps it was how Sakusa had cradled Atsumu alongside Nao, settling them down gingerly into the back of his sleek sedan car. Perhaps it was how the young yakuza boss adjusted the heater in the car, retrieving soft, fluffy blankets from the boot, to cover him and his pup. Perhaps it was how Sakusa leaned over and buckled his seatbelt, before turning to Nao and doing the same.

It was unseen chivalry- something Atsumu had not expected coming from an alpha notorious for being cold-blooded, ruthless and capable of committing the worst of crimes.

The kindness, compassion and gentleness Sakusa had shown him and Nao in the past half an hour, were things Atsumu hadn't experienced in years.

His partner hadn't shown him any kindness after losing his job. Words sharp, cutting like knives, his touch had left only bruises, wounds and scars.

Atsumu's heart twinged at the distant memory. The pain in his bruises throbbed.

“You're safe now. I won't hurt you. And I'm not going to let anyone lay their hands on you and Nao."

Something stirred from the depths of his once-broken heart.

Watching the young kumicho prop Nao up with a small pillow, Atsumu's heart clenched at the small, bemused smile gracing slightly chapped lips, seeing his pup reach out and grab a slim, inked digit like a child seeking their parent.

'Sakusa would make a good father for Nao,' the omega mused.

Atsumu shut his train of thoughts there and then. He swallowed the hope and desire igniting in him, to have an alpha like Sakusa, in his life.

It would never work out.

Not for an omega like him.

"Don go, Uncwle Omi omi" Nao mumbled sleepily, gripping onto Sakusa's index finger.

A low, soothing rumble emitted from the alpha's chest. The calming scent of sandalwood filled the car.

"I don't intend to go anywhere, Nao-chan, but someone needs to drive," Sakusa chuckled softly, using his other hand to weave through soft tuffs of hair, "Rest easy and sleep. You're tired, little one."

Turning to Atsumu, dark eyes brimmed fiercely, with what looked to be a mix of warmth, fondness and something he couldn't quite pinpoint.

The omega barely registered that Sakusa had spoken.

"Don't worry about anything, Atsumu. I'll take care of it."

Inhaling the alpha's pheromones left Atsumu grappling and drowning. He didn't understand the emotions running through his entirety, but he trusted Sakusa.

Blanketed in warmth, the scent of sandalwood and a promise that his pup and him were safe, Atsumu's eyelids drooped.

Weariness consumed him.

The omega forgot about the ache settling in his bones, and the pain in his bruises that were beginning to purple. Drifting into a deep slumber, Atsumu was oblivious to the soft, fleeting press of chapped lips on his forehead.

"I'll take care of you and Nao."

[Chapter V]

The drive was a silent one.

Glancing up from the rearview mirror, Sakusa took in the bruises scattering across what could be smooth, tan unblemished skin. Instead, it was marred with ugly wounds, haunting blue-blacks and open cuts, showing signs of abuse.

It had to be months. Maybe even years.

How long had Atsumu gone through it? What had Nao seen, growing up as a young pup? How could anyone do something so cruel to such a beautiful omega who had such an endearing, little pup?

Sakusa's heart ached.

Within the empathy budding in his chest, there was something darker. An anger rearing its ugly head, fury boiling in his veins and a rage that was all consuming, igniting in his core, to hurt the scumbag who dared lay a hand on Atsumu and even Nao.

Sakusa took a deep inhale, controlling his temper.

The sweet scent of vanilla, spices and honeycomb wafting from Atsumu, caged the wrath in him.

The alpha sighed softly. He focused on how the blonde omega and his young pup were relaxed and slumbering, worn out from everything they'd been put through.

No more.

Sakusa was going to protect them.

A newfound determination and promise to look after Atsumu and Nao, the young kumicho made a quick hands-free call to his right-hand man.

"Motoya, find out everything you can about Miya Atsumu and who he was staying with. Bring that 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 to me."

Sakusa was not a kind man by any means. Brought up to take over the Itachiyama syndicate, he had seen his fair amounts of bloodshed, darkness and violence from young. Hands tainted with blood, holding onto the reins of power meant committing crimes to keep the syndicate going.

Even then, the first time Sakusa laid his eyes on a blonde omega walking down the street near the Itachiyama territory, belly rounded with a pup, it struck something in his chords.

A streak of possessiveness.

A desire.

A want.

Sakusa wanted the omega, and as the young kumicho of the notorious Itachiyama group, there wasn't anything he couldn't get his hands on. Yet, a rational part of himself told him that it was best not to lay his hands on a pregnant omega, clearly out of his reach.

Gaze fixated on the blonde omega, Sakusa noted how the back of his neck was bare of a bond mark and a mating bite.

A spark of interest flickered in his heart.

He licked his lips.

Daring to step closer, the sweet scent of honeycomb, cinnamon and spices- everything that smelt like home, called out to him.

Sakusa’s mouth watered.

What the alpha hadn't realized then, was that he had found his fated pair.

Eyes trailing after the omega who was broader and stronger looking than most, he smelt so ever sweet. Yet, there were instances in which the blonde omega looked so small and fragile, cradling onto his belly, eyes downcast.

Who dared to put such a terrible look on someone so alluring and beautiful?

Sakusa's heart had clenched in his chest, an ache building in his chest to reach out and comfort the pregnant, unmated omega. But Sakusa had held himself back, and resisted the innate instinct as an alpha, telling him to go forward to console the blonde omega.

He had rules to follow, and treading any further into the Inarizaki territory was not ideal.

Turning back to his territory where there was work to be done as the kumicho of Itachiyama, Sakusa had ignored the sharp pang in his chest, and told himself that perhaps, someday, the paths taken by the blonde omega and him would cross.

[Chapter VI]

"Atsumu," Sakusa murmured softly.

The drive back to his apartment had taken less than fifteen minutes. Over the course of the short drive, his train of thoughts had gone on a wild ride, distant memories of a familiar looking blonde omega, filling his headspace.

Staring at Atsumu carefully, it became growingly apparent, that the omega seated at the back of his car, looking battered, bruised and holding on to Nao in a steadfast grip, was the splitting image of the pregnant omega he'd seen years ago.

The same omega who'd caught his attention and left him grappling with a yearning want- a fierce desire to protect. The same omega who'd he longed to reach out to, comfort, console and care for. The same omega who'd smelt like everything he ever wanted in his life. Home, love, fate-

Atsumu.

The sudden epiphany had Sakusa gripping onto the steering wheel, breath hilting in his throat. He took in a deep, shuddering inhale.

How hadn't he realized this any earlier? How hadn't he identified the familiarity of the omega who smelt so sweet and prime, to his liking? How hadn't he realized that his fated mate was right before him?

Stepping out of the driver's seat as quietly as he could even as his heart ran a hundred miles per second, Sakusa opened the car door to the back seat gingerly. He spared a moment to admire the tiny scrunch of Atsumu's upturned nose as he stirred.

A rush of fondness filled his heart.

God- Atsumu was beautiful.

A whimper left parted lips.

Sakusa frowned. Pumping out pheromones to ease the distress, the alpha stroked the bruise on Atsumu's cheek with a trembling finger.

It had turned an ugly shade of purple.

Something akin to guilt, blanketed Sakusa's entirety.

Those bruises, injuries, wounds- if he'd stepped in sooner, from the very first time he saw Atsumu, could all of this been prevented? Could he have stopped the omega before him from getting hurt?

He took in the scars and signs of abuse marking what could have been unblemished, tan skin. The darkness in Sakusa grew, like a gestating fetus.

“Omi?”

Amidst the darkness gnawing at his conscience, Atsumu's quiet whisper brought him back to reality.

A tiny smile tugged on his lips at the nickname. He caressed the omega's cheek with a tenderness he never knew a yakuza like him could muster.

"𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶."

[Chapter VII]

𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶.

It was the first time Atsumu had heard his name being called out so tenderly, with such raw fondness that his heart clenched and ached in his throbbing chest.

Only two people on this planet had ever called him that, and they were his Ma and twin, Osamu.

"Omi, where's-"

Atsumu's thoughts were in turmoil. Sitting up groggily, he barely registered how the car had come to a stop, and Sakusa was leaning in close, the heat of his palm, warm against his cheek.

It was a touch so gentle, he found himself purring unconsciously.

He'd missed this. He'd missed something as simple as a touch, that felt too good to be true.

Atsumu nuzzled into the yakuza's touch instinctively, before a wave of clarity struck him. Shying away from the touch, panic surged through his entirety. Nao-

The omega relaxed when he saw his pup, fast asleep beside him, huddled in a blanket.

"Atsumu, I brought you back to my apartment."

A large palm rested atop his.

Atsumu did not flinch away from the touch. Not even when Sakusa's wrist brushed against his gently. Scent marking.

It was something bound to happen if he had to step into the alpha's den. This was just a small appetizer of how Sakusa smelt, and what was to come.

Atsumu shifted unconsciously, thighs rubbing.

The scent of bergamot wormed its way into him, carved a mark on his scent glands and the omega welcomed it. It smelt like comfort, safety and even more, 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.

Atsumu met Sakusa's unwavering gaze.

His breath hitched in his throat for the umpteenth time. He allowed himself to drown in the dark pools of emotions swirling in obsidian eyes.

Atsumu didn't understand why he didn't feel the need to put up any pretenses or guard himself. He simply felt safe with Sakusa and perhaps- just 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴, this was fate.

“Let me princess carry you up this time?" Sakusa breathed, the low timbre of his voice carrying so much warmth, fondness and unmuted affection that the mirth almost went unnoticed.

Atsumu nodded shyly.

Even though his bruises and wounds ached as he carried a sleeping Nao, he didn't miss the flutter in his chest and the crushing wave of emotions surfacing in his heart when he was bundled up into Sakusa's strong arms.

It was love.

[Chapter VIII]

It was one thing to be carried. Another, to be held.

Atsumu cradled a slumbering Nao close to his chest. A spark ran down his spine at the strong forearm that was wrapped around his waist and the other, under the back of his thighs.

Carried towards the lift lobby of Sakusa's apartment, Atsumu tried not to make eye contact with men who looked like bodyguards on duty. Inked and clad in black fitted suits.

Right, he had almost forgotten about the alpha's notoriety as the young kumicho of Itachiyama.

Atsumu should've been afraid. Yet, he wasn't. If anything, he was intrigued.

Glancing at the glistening surface of black quartz, Atsumu would be lying if he said that he didn't feel the least bit intimidated. He couldn't imagine how much it was, to own an apartment here.

It was almost like he didn't belong.

A filthy, bruised omega like him, carrying a pup in a building like this, was something out of the question. Atsumu knew he had to be a sight for sore eyes.

A wave of shame blanketed him.

"Omi, I'm heavy, yer can put me down-"

His breath hitched in his throat when Sakusa stared at him sharply. Atsumu thought he saw a spark of challenge, heat and something else flashing across dark eyes.

"I can handle a lot more than you think, Atsu. Who do you think I am?"

Sakusa smiled good-naturedly, letting him down on his two feet.

Atsumu swallowed the words dying at the back of his throat. Ignoring the sharp, throbbing pain in his legs, he steadied himself and Nao, who shifted in his embrace.

Slim, inked digits retrieved a sleek, black card. Atsumu could only muster a soft gasp when Sakusa swiped his card, before picking him and Nao back up, single handedly.

(He was confident that he caught a glimpse of a pleased smirk tugging on the corner of Sakusa's lips when they entered the lift, headed towards the 54th storey.)

Sakusa was strong, and a part of Atsumu wondered just how much the alpha could actually take.

Flustered by the display of strength, Atsumu's eyes drifted towards the ink peeking from sleeves that were rolled up toned, veiny forearms. Like a moth drawn to a flame, his gaze travelled upwards to take in sculptured features. The soft pink of slightly chapped lips, the tall bridge of the alpha’s nose, and dark, obsidian eyes that bore into him, staring at him warmly.

Atsumu flushed. Averting his gaze, a rumble emitted from Sakusa’s chest at the same time a quiet purr left his parted lips.

The alpha made his heart race and the gravitating pull Sakusa had on him felt more than just mere attraction. There was certainly something remarkably attractive about the alpha, but it went beyond his looks, charm and physique.

It wasn't just his pheromones that drove the omega in Atsumu wild.

It was Sakusa's chivalry- how he had treated him with all the tenderness in the world, like he was precious, and how that fondness, care and gentleness wasn’t just directed to him alone, but his pup, Nao.

It was all the reason Atsumu felt a growing anxiety of people living in the building, stepping into the lift lobby, seeing him in Sakusa's arms.

He wasn't worthy. He never had been.

"Omi, yer should put me down. I.. What if others see?"

Sakusa's dark eyes bore into him. Hurt morphed into a fierceness and fondness that had Atsumu's breath hitching.

"I don't care what others think. I promised I'd take care of you and Nao. Besides, I own this building."

Atsumu's jaw dropped.

To him, the building being owned by Sakusa was mind-boggling, but what he couldn't get his head around, was why the alpha would go through such extents for an omega like him. What Sakusa had said sounded less like a promise, and more of a declaration.

"Sakusa, why?"

Sakusa smiled at him tenderly, cupping his cheek.

"Because."

'Because I fell for you three years ago when I first laid my eyes on you walking down the street, pregnant with a kit and failed to realize you were my fated mate' went unsaid.

[Chapter IX]

Warmth bloomed in Sakusa’s chest at the soft gasp of awe, and the sweet scent wafting from the omega in his arms, the moment the doors to his penthouse apartment opened. Carrying a starstruck Atsumu all the way to the open living space of his den, he settled the omega on his sofa, taking care not to jostle him too much, lest Nao woke up.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll get some toiletries and spare clothes so that you can wash up."

Straightening his back, Sakusa ran his fingers through soft blonde locks of hair, a pleased sound rumbling in his chest when the omega’s scent turned impossibly sweeter.

Atsumu purred, melting into his touch.

It was like this was meant to be- two individuals finding each other and completing one another. It felt surreal having his fated pair right in his living quarters. It no longer felt empty or a place he came back to, just to wash up and sleep. It felt right, just having Atsumu and Nao right there.

It finally felt like home.

Atsumu basked in the tenderness of the alpha’s dexterous fingers carding through his hair. He almost whined in protest when it left.

It was a touch that lingered.

The strong scent of sandalwood in Sakusa’s den pacified him, easing the dull ache in his limbs.

Atsumu glanced down at his socked feet and tugged his sweatpants up, wincing at the sight of purplish bruises that marred his tan skin. Gaze shifting to his pup, the omega softened seeing how Nao lay slumbering on the sofa, limbs outstretched like a starfish.

The sight alone brought Atsumu great comfort. He knew that everything had been worth it, getting his pup and himself out of the wretched place, where Nao’s safety had been compromised.

Not anymore.

“Nao looks like he's making himself home already.”

A low baritone sounded right by Atsumu's ear. The omega startled, before he relaxed, offering Sakusa a smile.

"Yeah."

Taking in the fond look in the alpha's eyes, Atsumu fidgeted. He didn't know how to address the elephant in the room.

Why was Sakusa being so nice to him? Why had the alpha gone to the extent of bringing Nao and him to his apartment? Why did the yakuza kumicho look at him with such tenderness and longing?

"Omi-"

"Take a shower first, Atsumu," Sakusa murmured firmly, handing him a fluffy towel and soft linen shirt, "I'll tend to your wounds after."

Atsumu gnawed at the inside of his cheek, worried that Nao would awaken in an unfamiliar environment. Sakusa sensed this. He thumbed the insides of Atsumu's wrist gently.

A full body shudder raked down the omega's spine.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything. I'll show Nao my tattoos if he wakes up," Sakusa teased, "Unless… You're afraid of missing out on it?"

[Chapter X]

Atsumu 'bolted' straight for the shower room after he got a brief direction of where it was. He didn't quite bolt with pain surging through his battered body, but he shuffled as quickly as he could, ignoring the way his cheeks flared under Sakusa's watchful eyes.

He had not expected the sudden dip in the alpha's voice that bordered between the lines of mirth and sultriness. God- Atsumu was a mess right now.

The mischievous glint in the alpha's dark eyes remained etched on his mind even as he fumbled with his clothes and stepped into the large shower.

Yelping in surprise when hot water came pelting down on his body, he gradually relaxed under the steam.

Sakusa hadn't left him with any other toiletries. Eyeing the bottle of shampoo the alpha used, Atsumu debated against using it, before reasoning that it was probably alright to, considering how he had to stink from running and sweating bullets. Lathering himself up with soap, he sighed in gratification at how good the shampoo smelt. It had to be worth plenty.

Something about smelling like the alpha made Atsumu's heart skip a beat.

His thoughts ran back to a certain tall, brooding curly haired alpha, before steering towards how far down the tattoos on Sakusa's body went. The alpha did say that he had more on his back and- the omega flushed a darker shade of red.

It was as though the treacherous fluttering in his heart and heat stirring in his belly hadn't already given him away.

Atsumu was attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi, yakuza head of the Itachiyama clan.

A part of Atsumu knew nothing good could ever come out of it, as his past relationships had shown, but something about Sakusa felt different. It ignited a hope in him that he was worth looking at and being fawned over. That he was valued, even as a single parent. That he was attractive, even as an omega none of his partners had loved.

Sakusa made him feel like he was loved.

And it was a crazy feeling that shouldn't have made any sense, considering how he'd just met the alpha in an alleyway.

It felt like fate. Like it was meant to be.

Atsumu's heart twinged in his chest.

Stepping out of the shower, he was relieved when the water stopped automatically. He dried off with the towel Sakusa had passed to him. Staring at the long sleeved linen shirt provided, Atsumu's stomach dropped.

There weren't any pants or underwear.

[Chapter XI]

"𝘋...𝘋𝘸𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺?"

The moment Sakusa heard this, he reeled back in slight disbelief. Glancing down at the tiny fist gripping onto the hem of his sleeve, a wave of affection gushed- no, flooded his chest at how adorable Nao looked, sitting up sleepily.

His dark hair was like a bird's nest, and it had an abundance of cowlicks. It was endearing.

Sakusa hadn't felt his heart this full in a long time. It was a simple, yet profound kind of happiness the kumicho had been yearning for.

"Hey, little one," The alpha cooed softly, ruffling Nao's hair, heart almost bursting at its seams when the young pup crawled towards him, clambering onto his lap like a child seeking their parent, before squishing his face into his chest.

"Your papa went to take a shower. Did you rest well, Nao?"

The pup nodded, small fingers prodding and tracing at the ink swirling across his chest. Sakusa combed his fingers through Nao's hair carefully in return, and bounced the little one on his lap.

"Why does Nao-chan like my tattoos so much?" Sakusa inquired fondly.

Nao pulled away, small hands grabbing onto his shirt.

"I like them! They're pwetty!" He beamed, tracing a traditional Japanese cloud tattoo, "It looks better than the purpwle cwayon on papa."

Sakusa's heart shattered. Bitter distaste filled his mouth. God- just what had Nao seen growing up, in a household where one of his parents was abused, and the other, an abuser? Had Nao been subjected to it?

Sakusa felt sick.

The emotions building in his chest were not just empathy, compassion and guilt. There was a fierce overpowering desire to protect, love and cherish. There was also a growing wrath to hurt and give whoever who'd brought upon such pain and hurt to Atsumu and his pup, anguish, tenfold.

"Nao, cupcake, did you ever get hurt there?"

Nao cocked his head, not quite understanding Sakusa's words.

"Did anyone give you or your Papa the ouchies at home?" Sakusa murmured, holding his breath as he stroked the pup's rosy cheeks.

"Only papa," Nao chimed, nuzzling into his chest, "Nao heard papa cwying behind the door. Papa said never to go out or a monstwer would cwatch Nao."

Sakusa exhaled heavily.

A part of him was relieved that Nao never got physically involved, but the other part of him was outraged. How dare anyone lay their filthy hands on his fated pair? How dare anyone hurt Atsumu? How dare anyone abuse an omega? His omega?

"Omi," Nao nudged Sakusa's chest after a minute, looking up at him with large, doe eyes filled with curiosity, "Is Omi Nao's dwaddy?"

Sakusa met Nao's gaze with a look of endearment, "I'm not your daddy, Nao-chan. But I can be."

[Chapter XII]

The sound of slipper-clad feet padding down the hallway, caught Sakusa’s attention. Turning back briefly from a contented Nao drawing on his chest, all the words he had to say, died in his throat at the sight of Atsumu emerging, in his white long sleeved button down.

It was too big on his toned yet slender frame, revealing a tan shoulder and smooth long legs that had the alpha drooling, if it weren't for the purplish bruises and signs of abuse, that made his heart ache.

The sweet scent of honeycomb, cinnamon and spices coming from Atsumu was strong and cloyingly sweet, even under the smell of his body wash. Something about how the omega smelled more like him, brought the alpha in Sakusa wild and very well pleased.

A darker part of him wanted to smother Atsumu in his pheromones, but that could wait.

"Papa!" Nao garbled excitedly, making grabby hands.

Atsumu’s face lightened up, shuffling over awkwardly. He maintained a safe distance, which was strange. Was the omega still afraid of him?

"Atsumu, come sit down. I'll tend to your wounds and bruises," Sakusa offered, ignoring the treacherous part of him that admired the way those firm thighs rippled with every small step the omega took.

Atsumu looked a bit flustered by that. Tugging the hem of the button-down that rested dangerously above his upper thighs, it took a few seconds for things to click in Sakusa's head.

Oh.

He hadn't passed Atsumu any sweatpants or underwear, assuming that they were too big and would simply slip right off.

The knowledge that the omega was all bare except for the linen shirt clinging onto his frame, sent a surge of heat in Sakusa's veins. He resisted the itch building under his fingernails to reach out and caress his fated pair.

"I- it's okay, Omi. You don't need to trouble yourself with that. You've already done so much to help," Atsumu mumbled, cheeks a rosy pink.

"No, I insist, Atsumu," Sakusa spoke firmly, "I don't want those bruises marking your pretty skin for good."

Atsumu's scent turned sweeter.

The alpha took a greedy inhale, before carrying Nao off his lap, and standing to his full height. The pup pouted, eyes watering at being separated from Sakusa.

"I'll go get the medical kit."

Turning away, Sakusa halted in his steps when Nao's milky scent turned sour, a sob tearing from the pup's lips. Atsumu panicked, as did his stomach drop.

"Omi… Dwaddy… Don't go! Don't leave Papa and Nao, dwaddy."

A hitched breath broke the momentary silence in the room.

Sakusa met Atsumu's eyes, blown wide with a mix of shock, disbelief and awe, before it morphed into something the alpha had hoped he wouldn't see.

Disapproval.

"Nao! Don't go spluttering nonsense," Atsumu hissed, averting his gaze, carrying his crying pup, "Omi- Sakusa's not your daddy."

The alpha felt his heart break. It plummeted straight to the ground. But it didn't matter. Sakusa had always been a fighter. He had never given up on the things he wanted.

Having experienced the longing want after giving up on something- someone, he wasn't about to give up again.

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦?"

[Chapter XIII]

Sakusa's words carried weight, blanketing the living room with terse silence. It did not sound like a joke or a slip of the tongue.

To say that Atsumu was utterly shell shocked by what the alpha had said, would be an understatement. He was astounded, and at a complete loss for words. Even Nao went quiet, looking on at the exchange quizzically.

It was one thing to feel the compelling tug of fate in his chest, and another, to embrace it altogether, when Atsumu had spent years convincing himself that an omega like himself was never going to experience happiness and boundless affection from an alpha.

Was it okay to be happy? Was it okay to trust another alpha? Was it okay to fall head over heels for someone he'd just met, but felt as though he'd known for a lifetime?

The tension in the air was palpable.

Sakusa and Atsumu gazed into each other's eyes longingly, exchanging what words could not express. Their scents intermingled, along with Nao's milky scent. The living room smelt sweet, warm and homely. It was like this was meant to be. A family.

In Sakusa’s eyes, Atsumu saw a fierce, undying love, fervent want and promise to protect. His breath faltered in his chest.

All the words he wanted to say- every doubt, uncertainty and fear, remained lodged at the back of his throat. Atsumu couldn't bring himself to say anything, enraptured by the alpha before him.

It didn't seem to matter anymore.

There was no use in trying to put on pretences and deny how much the omega wanted the alpha. He could no longer fight the voice inside of him, telling him that this was everything he had ever asked for. To be loved, cherished, and accepted.

Sakusa’s status as a Yakuza kumicho didn't matter. Atsumu being a single parent and an omega scorned for being unlike typical omegas, didn't either.

A part of Atsumu was terrified that he could wind up getting hurt again, but he trusted his gut instincts.

Sakusa wouldn't let that happen.

None of it mattered when the alpha inched forward painfully close, and cradled his cheek with trembling fingers, almost like he was afraid of hurting him. His other hand soothed Nao's hair.

The urge to cry formed a knot at the back of Atsumu’s throat. So this was what happiness was like.

“Give me a chance to prove my worth, Atsumu,” Sakusa murmured softly, lips brushing against his, “Please let me prove that I'm an alpha befitting to be yours, and Nao’s."

Atsumu’s lower lip quivered. It wasn't just a leap of faith for him, but for Sakusa. He couldn't stop the sob that finally ripped its way through his chest. Atsumu nodded once. He was willing to give this a shot.

Atsumu barely registered the softest press of lips on his forehead, before an all encompassing warmth embraced him and Nao, into a place he could finally call home.

"𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥."

[Chapter XIV]

Atsumu had forgotten the warmth one's palms could bring. It was something he hadn't felt in years.

Relaxing under Sakusa's touch, he allowed the alpha to tend to his wounds with tender, loving care, slender digits working down his aching calves.

Rubbing ointment to every bruise that was now a moorish purple, Atsumu's breath caught in his throat when Sakusa looked up from where he was kneeling between his feet, pressing a soft kiss on each and every one of his bruises, starting from the ones littering his ankle.

"Omi, it's dirty-"

"You just took a shower," The alpha huffed, shaking his head, lips continuing its trail up his calves, leaving a fire in its wake.

Eyes blazing with heat, Atsumu could only swallow a pitiful whine at what he saw reflected in those dark eyes that held a galaxy in them.

A promise to protect, paired with fierce passion and utmost adoration.

He felt like an entity being worshipped.

Heart racing in his chest at the devotion the alpha showered him with, it sped up, when Sakusa pulled away to press a kiss on Nao's temple. Atsumu felt slightly giddy, seeing the tiny smile on Sakusa's lips the moment his pup lit up and gave him a wet smooch in return.

"Nao really likes you," He mumbled quietly, fiddling with his fingers.

"Nao doesn't like Omi. Nao loves dwaddy!" Nao all but declared, "Nao loves papa too!"

Atsumu's lips quirked up. Sakusa chuckled.

Atsumu honestly couldn't get his head around how the yakuza kumicho of Itachiyama accepted, and loved not just him, but Nao. It was something he would have never dared to think or dream of.

Relishing in the way calloused fingers worked its way up his thighs, Atsumu briefly wondered when was the last time he'd felt warmth and protection from an alpha. It had to be the last time he was permitted to see his brother, Osamu.

Carrying a then two-year-old Nao to meet his twin, Atsumu recalled that was when the abuse had first started, bruises blooming across his ribs, hidden under his shirt from prying eyes. Brushing away the concern in Samu's knowing eyes, he had lied to Osamu that everything was alright.

Atsumu had never thought that that would be the last time he'd see his brother again.

His abusive partner had forbidden him from meeting his friends and family, going as far as to discard his mobile phone and lash out when Atsumu tried to fight back.

"Atsumu- sweetheart, what's wrong? Am I being too rough?"

Atsumu reeled back. The tears glazing his vision slid down his cheeks. He shook his head.

Sakusa had only been kind and gentle.

It was the memories and trauma plaguing him, that made everything hurt.

A part of Atsumu yearned to get into contact with his brother again, but that was impossible, without a mobile. His lower lip trembled. He missed Samu.

Was Osamu living well? Was he distraught when Atsumu stopped replying altogether? Had he forgotten about him?

After three years, the omega wanted nothing more than to tell his brother that he'd finally managed to run away and escape from his abuser. That Nao and him were finally safe, in what had to be the most dangerous, yet compassionate man's den. That he had found fate, happiness and love, in an alpha he'd never expected, in the shortest time possible.

Sakusa Kiyoomi, yakuza kumicho of Itachiyama.

"Atsumu, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦-"

Sakusa rose to his feet and took a seat right next to him. Cradling his jaw gingerly, the alpha pumped out pheromones and stroked his cheek in tandem.

"What's wrong?"

"I miss my brother,"Astumu admitted, nails digging into the flesh of his palms, "I haven't had contact with Samu since… since 𝙝𝙚 forbade me from meeting anyone and took away everything."

A growl tore through Sakusa's chest.

"I'll take care of 𝙝𝙞𝙢," Sakusa murmured darkly, "You have my word, Atsumu."

A tremor ran down Atsumu's spine, as did a flare of heat ignite in his belly. He did not dare to think what the kumicho of the Itachiyama syndicate was capable of.

"Try giving your brother a call. I'll take care of Nao," Sakusa's tone softened, retrieving his mobile from his pocket.

Staring at Atsumu wistfully, he whispered, "I cannot imagine being apart from someone you love for so long."

Atsumu took the mobile phone with quivering fingers. How was he ever going to repay Sakusa for everything he'd done? How was he so lucky to have met an alpha who loved and protected this fiercely? How could he possibly express the love and gratefulness in his heart?

Robbed of his speech, Atsumu poured everything he couldn't say into action. He leaned in and gave Sakusa a chaste kiss, heart fluttering at the throaty groan emitting from the alpha's lips.

'Thank you', 'I'm forever indebted' and 'I love you', went unsaid.

[Chapter XV]

The chaste press of lips was enough to stir something all consuming in Sakusa. A low, guttural growl of approval worked its way out of his chest. The surprising forwardness of Atsumu left the alpha yearning for more.

Fingers twitching by his sides restlessly, the kumicho wanted nothing more than to caress the omega’s cheek and lick his way into that hot, slick mouth. A part of him wondered if he was going too far, but seeing how the omega melted under his touch instantaneously, trusting him, left Sakusa’s mind whirling, body moving on autopilot.

Atsumu's lips were plush, soft, and sweet.

He tasted divine, and the homely scent of honeycomb, cinnamon and spices wafting together with the smell of his shampoo was everything Sakusa had ever wanted.

A reflection of warmth on a chilly autumn’s day, the omega carried gold and beauty the alpha simply drowned and relished in. Finding himself chasing after those very lips even after they parted for air, Sakusa was still not satiated.

He wanted more. He wanted Atsumu. He wanted everything the omega had to give.

Was he being too greedy?

Maybe he was, but Sakusa didn't want to frighten Atsumu with the darker side of himself.

The alpha took a steady exhale, nostrils flaring. Swallowing the urge to delve into the heat of those lips, Sakusa ran his digits through blonde hair, lips curling into a smile when the omega purred. Gaze drifting to Nao who'd been staring at them, the alpha was mortified, having kissed Atsumu in front of their pup.

“Take your time on the phone, sweetheart. I'll be in the office next door with Nao,” The kumicho murmured, glancing back at Atsumu who whispered something into Nao’s ear.

“If you need anything- 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, just know that I’ll give you my everything.”

Sakusa knew just how important it was for Atsumu to get connected with his family and in particular, his twin brother again.

3 years was not a short period of time.

He couldn't imagine what the omega had to go through, being cut off from his family so abruptly. He was determined to provide all the help Atsumu needed.

The abuse the omega had gone through was hard to stomach. It made Sakusa furious just casting his gaze down the smooth expanse of the omega’s legs, bruises running down its length. The anger only grew, thinking of the things Nao had to experience as a young pup.

Speaking of Nao, Sakusa's heart softened at the sight of a very adorable pup toddling over to him, before clinging onto his thighs.

“Dwaddy, carry, pwease,” Nao asked politely, looking up at Sakusa who loomed over him like a tall, sturdy tree.

The alpha chuckled.

As much as hearing Atsumu talk about his ex partner earlier evoked wrath and anger in him for the umpteenth time, everything melted away carrying a giggling Nao and Atsumu who smiled warmly.

Sakusa was determined to take care of things.

Even if it turned into a bloody mess.

Swallowing his bloodlust, the kumicho kept it tucked away, and parted from Atsumu with Nao bundled into his arms. Halting in his steps when the omega tugged on the hem of his sleeve with a shy look of uncertainty, Sakusa wondered what was wrong.

“What's-”

“Will you… Can- Can you please kiss me again?”

Atsumu’s voice came out small, trailing off.

Sakusa managed to catch it despite the blood roaring through his veins at the omega’s words.

A crushing wave of adoration blanketed him.

Reaching out, the alpha pecked the omega’s forehead, tip of his nose and those soft lips which parted instinctively. Making sure he covered Nao’s eyes this round, Sakusa swallowed the sweetest whine emitting from the back of Atsumu’s throat. He savored how Atsumu tasted like the richest honey, before pulling away.

Everything about kisses shared with the omega was perfect.

[Chapter XVI]

Kissing Sakusa was a near otherworldly experience. Igniting a fire in the pits of his belly, Atsumu had never known this- whatever 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 was, could feel so good. The way the alpha lapped at the roof of his mouth hungrily, his slick, experienced tongue exploring the hot cavern, swallowing every quiet moan like it was a gift given to him.

Everything Sakusa did, felt sublime.

A shudder raked through Atsumu’s body. His knees almost buckled under his weight.

“I won't be able to stop if we continue, Atsumu,” Sakusa admitted truthfully, pulling away with the faintest pink dusting his cheeks.

Atsumu turned a bright hue of red in response. Heart fluttering in his chest, stomach twisted into knots, the way Sakusa made him feel was like he was everything the alpha needed, and ever wanted. Watching the kumicho leave the room carrying Nao like a fatherly figure, a part of Atsumu yearned to say ‘𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰?’.

The more rational part of him chided himself.

There were important things that needed to be done first and foremost.

Atsumu was desperate to speak to Osamu after 3 long years.

Ever since his previous partner had forbidden him to get into contact with his family, it wasn't like the omega hadn't tried sneaking around to call Osamu or find his phone to seek help when the abuse got worse.

Every hope had died in his chest when his ex found out about it and smashed his phone in a fit of anger, throwing it into the corner of the room, nearly hitting Nao. It had been a terrifying lesson for Atsumu, and a tough pill to swallow that the abuse was not okay.

Holding on to a mobile phone again, felt strange. Foreign.

Atsumu still felt as though his ex was going to appear from out of nowhere and start punishing him. His hands shook at the vivid memory, the ache from the bruises on his legs becoming painfully apparent.

Why had he been so foolish not to tell Osamu anything, the last time they met?

It would have never led to this.

Maybe Atsumu would have been safe and protected Nao better. Maybe he wouldn't have had to experience the harshness of a palm slapping across his cheek, a steel-like grip wrapping around his ankle, throwing his balance off, before sock-clad feet jabbed at his ribs. Maybe…

No.

What Atsumu experienced together with Nao had allowed him to meet Sakusa. It was by fate that they were led into Itachiyama, to the kumicho, bringing him to safety, and a place he could finally call home.

An alpha Atsumu trusted and dared to bare his entirety to.

Sakusa.

Atsumu took in a shaky breath, lifting his wrist to sniff his scent glands that had been subtly scent marked before the alpha had left the room with Nao. The scent of sandalwood comforted him, placating the anxiety and bad memories.

It gave him newfound courage.

Touching his lips idly, Atsumu stared at the mobile phone in his hands. He keyed in a number that was etched and engraved into his heart. Tapping on the call button with shaky fingers, the omega dialed the number and held a breath.

A turmoil of mixed emotions surged in his chest. Atsumu’s throat constricted, upon hearing a voice that was all too familiar, even after three long, painful years. Eyes glazing over with tears, a rivulet slipped down his cheeks. Atsumu barely registered its wetness, breath catching in his throat.

“Hello? Miya Osamu speaking.”

“... Samu, it's me.”

The line went silent. Atsumu’s heart fell.

[Chapter XVII]

The pin-drop silence over the other end of the line went on for minutes.

It was uncomfortable, unnerving and tense.

Leaving Atsumu wallowing in anxiety, worry and fear, the omega could not find it in himself to believe that his twin brother might've just hung up on him.

A fresh sheen of tears gathered in his eyes and threatened to run down his cheeks.

"’Samu…?"

The line remained eerily quiet.

Crescent moons formed under nails digging into the flesh of slightly calloused palms. A tremor raked down Atsumu’s form, as did a choked, broken sob tear through his heaving chest. Clutching on to what was left of its remains, with a weak, trembling fist, he could not stop the first rivulet of tears streaking down his cheeks, followed closely by a second, and another.

He had it coming. He deserved this.

It was all his fault.

Atsumu had always known that Osamu was going to hate him for disappearing into thin air, and cutting contact for no rhyme or reason for three whole years.

He should have known better- stood his ground firmly and fought to speak to his brother, even if that meant getting punished severely by his ex. He should have been braver and muster the courage to tell his twin that he was being abused, the last time they met in person. He should have done more.

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

The other end of the line was quiet.

Until it wasn't.

Atsumu wailed.

As much as he had hoped that his brother would forgive him, it broke a piece of him, knowing that there was a possibility that he wasn't going to be forgiven anytime soon.

“‘Samu,” Atsumu sobbed brokenly, heart wrenching cries leaving his parted lips.

“...”

“...Yer an idiot.”

Freezing, every sob died in Atsumu’s throat.

The familiar drawl, spoken with a Hyogo accent, hit him. The omega straightened up, sniffling, grip on Sakusa’s phone almost slipping. Hope rekindled and sparked in his chest.

Relief washed over him. Struggling to form a coherent thought, Atsumu whispered the first thing off the bat of his mind.

“W-what’d yer say?”

An incredulous huff, filled with contained anger, rage and hurt, sounded from the other end of the line.

It was vehement.

“I said, yer an idiot, 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦,” Osamu hissed, voice cracking, “Yer a fuckin’ donut.”

Atsumu did not know what triggered the floodgates and dams in his tear ducts to open, but he broke down upon hearing those words. He choked on a watery laugh.

Perhaps it was the memories of Osamu calling him just that, pulling his hair in retaliation, back when they were still pups who had yet to present, and Atsumu shoved him down a dirt path. Perhaps it was the flashback of Osamu chiding him for getting a cut for wielding a kitchen knife wrongly, back when he was learning how to cook from his talented young chef of a brother. Perhaps it was the recollection of Osamu urging him to find a better partner.

Atsumu should have listened.

“How could ya just… Yer left for 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴,” Osamu spat, tone harsh and bitter, “Ma, Rintarou… Damn it! We- 𝘐 thought I'd lost yer, Tsumu.”

Atsumu soaked in every word, heart torn into shreds at how Osamu’s voice wavered, got more gravelly and choked up.

He missed Osamu. He missed bantering with his brother, calling each other names in endearment and making up, no matter how poorly their arguments ended. He missed sharing his deepest secrets with his twin, even when Osamu teased him, before giving good, brotherly advice.

He'd missed Osamu.

They were twins at the end of the day, joined at the hip. They never let one stray away from the other. The bond they shared was one that was unbreakable. They always had each other's back. Yet, the past five years had caused them to drift apart.

Osamu had tried to convince him that something felt off about his partner, and he should reconsider moving in with Nao. Even Suna, his twin’s mate, had looked on at his relationship with concern, pulling him aside to talk, after seeing a strange bruise on his arm.

Atsumu should have really listened.

Not bothering to muffle any of his cries, a gibberish mix of heartfelt apologies and his brother’s name tumbled out of his lips.

“‘mu,” Atsumu hiccuped, face red and blotchy from crying, “S-Samu, I'm so sorry. I-I was… I was terrified.”

Osamu’s breath hitched over the line. His voice tumbled out with an urgency and a low, protective growl.

“What happened, Tsumu? Don't even think about protecting that scumbag alpha. He hurt yer didn't he?” Osamu snarled, “What about Nao? Is he.. Is my little pumpkin okay?”

Atsumu sniffled, smiling weakly. Nodding, he remembered that his twin couldn't see him.

Osamu had always been a doting uncle towards Nao. His brother was his very first pillar of support, back when he found out that he was going to be a single parent. Encouraging him every step of the way alongside Suna and his ma, Atsumu made it through that dark period, only to wind up in an even darker pitfall- a deceptively nice alpha whom he'd ended up having an unhealthy relationship with.

“He's okay, I made sure I kept him in the r-room when.. whenever 𝘪𝘵 happened,” Atsumu whispered, gnawing at his lower lip anxiously, “Samu, I.. I'm really sorry I couldn't call. 𝘏𝘦 broke my phone- threatened to hurt Nao... I couldn't sit by and do nothing, Samu.”

Osamu exhaled sharply.

“Tsumu, what really happened to yer? How badly are ya… More importantly, where are yer now? Please tell me Nao and yer are safe.”

Atsumu made a sound of affirmation, purring at the scent of sandalwood surrounding him. He felt safe in Sakusa’s den.

“Samu, I'm safe. Yer won't believe it, but… I think I found my fated pair,” Atsumu mumbled almost shyly, excitement rippling in his chest, replacing all anxiety and worries.

The line went silent momentarily.

“Atsumu, this isn't a good time to be shitting me,” Osamu sighed softly, almost wearily.

Atsumu would have pouted and shoved his twin in person, for ever doubting him. Then again, all his exes had been absolute trash.

“Samu… Omi has only been kind, considerate and doting. Even though we just met, I don't understand it myself, Samu. I doubted it too. Y’know, being an omega like myself, but he accepted me as I am, helped me, and Nao really likes him,” Atsumu murmured softly, "𝘈𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 him."

Heart warming in his chest, just thinking about the alpha, Atsumu continued, “Sakusa makes me feel like I'm wanted. Not just as an omega but… Me."

Osamu hummed, listening quietly. Something about the name ‘Sakusa’ and ‘Omi’ made him feel uneasy.

“Atsumu, what did ya say his name was? This fated mate yer met?”

Atsumu smiled fondly, rubbing at his wrist where his scent glands had been scent marked earlier.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

Something loud came clambering over the end of the line, followed by a curse.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥, Tsumu, yer a huge, giant fuckin' donut."

The line went dead.

[Chapter XVIII]

Osamu was livid. Anger was an understatement. The furiousness coursing through his veins left him gripping onto the handle of his kitchen knife much harder than he was supposed to. Yet, a part of him also felt like it had been mended whole to a certain extent. A cold wave of instantaneous relief flooded his chest listening to an all-too familiar voice that belonged to his twin, Atsumu.

Osamu hated how he was naturally always so forgiving, always relenting to his brother’s whims, but the past three years had left him clinging to any hope that Atsumu was still alive. He hated how the prospects of losing his brother made him realise how he should’ve treasured Atsumu better.

The past three years had taken away a piece of him, and left a gaping hole in his chest. He remembered spending nights in a frenzy, pacing around his room, worrying endlessly about Atsumu and Nao’s whereabouts. Each passing day his messages and calls went unanswered, the fear growing in his belly like a gestating foetus shifted into a mix of distress and apprehension.

He had spent the initial weeks convincing himself that Atsumu was just busy, but his thoughts could not stop drifting back to the last time he saw his twin, sitting right next to his partner, looking painfully still and rigid, almost trembling in the firm hold wrapped around his wrist.

Osamu had always known something was up with Atsumu’s partner. He'd never liked the alpha or the way he looked at his twin, almost condescendingly, demeaningly, before an all too amiable, kind, boyish smile took over his features.

“…’Samu.”

Osamu knew he was done for, when his vision blurred, eyes watering, nose stuffing up, a ball forming at the back of his throat. He wasn’t always a crier, Atsumu being the more dramatic twin who cried in his stead, but the bone deep weariness, throe and weight he had been carrying on his shoulders for the past three years lifted off immediately, knowing that Tsumu was safe. Tsumu was alright. Tsumu was alive.

Atsumu, his twin, his other half, was okay. Nao, his little pumpkin, was also safe.

Osamu’s hands shook, breathing coming out slightly uneven as he listened to his brother speak over the call in remorse, voice much softer than he’d remembered it being.

It was a lot to take in.

Just what had Atsumu gone through to sound this beaten down, deflated and defeated? How could he have just disappeared with Nao, without a word? What did that man do to his twin?

The mix of fury, disbelief and relief hearing Atsumu speak, morphed into utter shell shock and pure unadulterated wrath the moment his voice cracked, displaying all his grief, hurt and pain he had undergone. It was the barest hints of what Atsumu had gone through on a surface level, but Osamu knew better, swallowing the knot in his throat. Gone was the asperity in his tone, replaced by genuine concern for his twin’s wellbeing.

A monetary wave of guilt blanketed Osamu. He should’ve done better as a brother to keep Atsumu safe. He should’ve been firmer in conveying what he thought about Atsumu’s ex partner, after seeing all the alarming red flags. He should have never allowed his brother to see another man again, after his first ex boyfriend had treated him as a plaything, and left him with a pup.

God- what had Osamu been doing? The muscles in his jaws tensed, pulling taut. His mind was kicking into overdrive, but he was thankful that his mate, Suna, was right there to ground him, keeping a steady hand on the small of his back, rubbing comforting circles, telling him that he wasn’t alone in this.

“Samu, love, I’m right here. Breathe, you’re dropping fast,” Suna murmured softly, pressing a gentle kiss on his nape, rich pheromones enveloping him, reeling him in.

Osamu nodded, inhaling sharply, breath catching in his throat for the umpteenth time, when Atsumu shared how he’d found his fated mate somehow, and fallen head over heels for this alpha who’d come to his saving grace and given Nao and him a place of shelter. Was his twin being an idiot?

Osamu sighed in resignation. He could only grit his teeth, grip onto his kitchen knife harder and force himself to at least listen to what Atsumu had to say, even though a great sense of unease blanketed him at the mention of someone by the name of ‘Sakusa’ and ‘Omi’.

Knife clambering the moment Atsumu revealed that the alpha who’d made him feel the butterflies was no one other than the Itachiyama syndicate’s young kumicho, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Osamu could only muster the first thing that came to his mind- calling Atsumu a fucking donut, because that was exactly what he was.

How hadn’t his twin learnt from his past relationships? God- it was preposterous for Pete’s sake! What the fuck was Atsumu thinking? Was he even thinking?

Osamu highly doubted so. Knees buckling under his weight after hanging up, he was held up by Suna, who turned him around and tucked him into his arms, running slim digits through his hair.

“Who made you see hell and back, Samu?” Suna huffed, slightly bemused, tucking a stray hair behind Osamu’s ear.

Osamu sighed, meeting his mate’s concerned gaze.

“Tsumu- that 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘶𝘵,” He growled lowly, clinging onto Suna’s chest, “Three fucking years, Rin. That fucker- we were right. That motherfucker. That asshole we let Atsumu move in to, abused him.”

It was Suna’s turn to growl, in spite of the shock and disbelief that seemed to be running in his eyes.

“Is Nao and him okay?” Suna whispered, voice shaky, before it hardened with vehemence, “God- I swear I’m going to burn that fucking asshole alive if I ever see him.”

Osamu would have laughed seeing his mate being so protective of his twin, but he had a bigger concern to dwell over.

“Rin, I don’t know what to do… Tsumu said Nao and him are with Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

Suna’s eyes widened comically.

“Ya have gotta be shitting me. What the fucking fuckity fuck?”

Osamu slumped over and laughed this time. Straightening up after a minute, he nudged his mate, with a small smile.

“Rin, didn’t ya say yer have a contact connected to Itachiyama? Ya might have to ask Kita and Aran first.”

Suna raised an eyebrow, humming.

“Mori?”

Osamu nodded.

“Yeah, that guy. Get us in touch if ya can. I need to meet Sakusa Kiyoomi and see that Atsumu and Nao are safe.”

//TBC

#sakuatsu #haikyuu!!#hq writing

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deadpool15 · 7 months

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My girl

If I had to explain the context of my relationship, it would be complicated. Well, at least to me, it is. You see, when me and my girl and that isn't even my girl met, I was in college. I became an exchange student, and my home school does have this program where they pick a selection of students to go to different countries. I decided to throw my name in the bin to see how well my luck was.

Turns out my luck was pretty fucking good. I was able to get me a one-way ticket to Seoul National University for exactly a year. It was amazing. I got to experience so many new things, and the culture was like a change in scenery for me. But all good things must come to an end, and I started to fall behind on rent. I know what you're thinking, don't you live in a dorm? Well no I didn't, dorms are shit and I wasn't gonna take that chance I managed to find a nice job until some young fucking hideous looking bitch made a complaint about me to my boss. I'm 90% she was just being fucking racist because she kept trying to touch my hair like I was some exotic animal and caught a whole fucking attitude when I didn't allow her too. "Fucking bitch."

So, shit really hit the fan from that point. I was out of money, struggling to find a job, and my grades were starting to look like how I felt. Until I met Sayaka, a much older woman. She was approximately 38 years old at the time, while I was 20. She gave off this vibe of a confident, mature woman and I fucking loved it. She smooth talked me so fast some must say it wasn't fucking pathetic. Had a girl sitting her thinking about her every day and twirling my hair. You would think we were seeing each other after a while or at least that's what I thought.

Sayaka made it clear what she was looking for, and it wasn't a girlfriend. Sugarbaby, I believe, was the correct term. She wanted someone to spoil with gifts and affection but didn't want a relationship. Now, at first I was ok with that, I mean don't judge me I needed the money and she was hot so I was ok with it. Well, until I wasn't. People would openly flirt with her, and as much as she said she was mine, I started to realize how much she wasn't. I mean, we weren't together. She was literally paying me to "have fun" and "being pretty," and I kinda felt used.

Of course, I couldn't be mad at her, I knew what I was getting myself into, but I still had feelings. So, instead of bringing it up to her, I took the last "paycheck," she gave me, and ghosted her. I know what you're thinking, very mature of you, Stella. But the sad truth was I would rather act like she didn't exist than have her tell me she didn't like me at all. She did try to call at first, but then it all stopped I assumed she got tired of chasing after a immature fucking child. I mean, I could understand that, though as much as I understood her, a part of me wanted her to chase me. Make me feel wanted for once.

After a few months with no Sayaka, I fell into a deep state of depression. My best friend, Aubrey, had been trying to get me out of my house for a long time. But I wouldn't listen. Eventually, she randomly showed up to Korea, claiming she was entering some form of competition, meaning she would be here to help me and get my mind off of Sayaka. After a while, I felt better, I realized I had to learn how to love myself and that I was worth more than being someone's little sugarbaby. I mean, I was girlfriend material, and if she couldn't see that, then screw her. I would love to do that. Ok, maybe I wasn't entirely over her, but baby steps. I did want her back, but it was obvious she didn't feel the same, so I started to get myself back out there.

Audrey said it would be good for me. I took her advice and went on several dates, none of which worked out until I met this guy Jake. He was an exchange student from Hong Kong, he was 2 years younger than me though. But besides that, he was great. As great as it gets. The perfect gentleman. I just even kinda started to actually like him. Everything finally felt as if it had fallen into place in my life. I felt good for the first time in a long time. I was sitting at home scrolling through tiktok. I watched a video of some dude doing a mukbang. "Omg, why is this dude always eating like that. Like, do you viewer's wants to see you eat and enjoy the food or die trying. There is no way a mouth is supposed to open like that. Bro is literally not human." I was sitting there watching in disgust when my phone started ringing. Scaring the absolute shit out of me.

"Fuck," I looked at the caller ID and saw Audrey name pop up. That bitch is always scaring me. I pressed the answer and heard her yelling, more specifically Audrey's yelling in the background. "Audrey, ehat have we talked about with the yelling. I'm already hard of hearing thanks to you. Please." She ended hung up and immediately called me back on ft. I answered, "What have I said about hanging up on me like I'm one of you hoes?" I said while laughing. She started laughing again. "Hola, my beautiful bestie friend, ehat are you doing?"Minding my business what do need, Audrey?" She stared at me smiling mischievously. "So since you my bestie, I thought it would be amazing of you to like make us some pepper steak and rice."

"Wow, you called me, and the thing you wanted to talk about was me cooking. How fake of you, Ms. Lane." She looked at me with pleading eyes. "I wanna show the girls one of my best friends many qualities." I tried to glare at her, but a smile slowly started to creep up on my face. She had won me over, "Fine, I will cook your favorite meal for you. Would you like me to play delivery boy as well for you?" I stated jokingly until I saw the look on her was knowing she, in fact, did expect me to deliver the meal. "The food will be there, no get off my phone, you bitch." "Omg, I love you Stella so much." I smiled and hung up and got to cooking, it took me approximately an 1 to finish the dish. Audrey loves it ever since we were little kids. I make plates for everyone and start packing up the to-go trays. Piling all the food in my SUV, then making sure it is secure. I start to drive to the place.

Now that I think about it Audrey hasn't told me where this place is. Or anything about the show. I just assumed she didn't want to disclose too much information. But it's still weird, I mean we usually tell each other everything no matter what. A bit odd.

Stellabella🥰- Hey, babe, where exactly is the name of the competition.

Audreybunny🤡- Oo, it's called Street Women Fighter 2.

Stellabella🥰- Crazy how I had to actually ask you this stuff when you usually tell me. Isn't it?

Audreybunny🤡- Oo really..... what makes you say that?

Stellabella🥰- Why so secretive ma'am?

Audreybunny- It's just my first time in a competition like this, so I was still a bit shocked. That's all. It's weird at first. It's like crazy down here. It's wild.

Stellabella🥰- You're lying to me. You used the word it's like 3 to 4 times but it's ok I'll see when I get there send me the address.

I stared at my phone, confused. Audrey never kept secrets. Why did she care about this show so much? I guess I will actually just have to wait and find out. I use the GPS in my car. After about 49 minutes, I made it there. "I don't think I ever even watched this show, let alone heard of it. She is right. This is weird." I step outside of the car, grabbing the food carefully. "Let's stop overhinking. She is right. This is a new thing for her. I'm proud of her. My bestie is on TV shows now." I smiled softly at the thought and started walking towards the entrance.

I speak to the man at the front desk, letting him know that Jam Republic, as she texted me prior, is waiting on my arrival. He smiled at me and nodded his head down the hall, gesturing me to follow his lead. I bow towards his out of respect and a force of habit now and follow him down to the elevator. After about 5 floors go by, he shows me to a colorful hallway. "I believe you have it from here. The sign says Jam Republic on the door. It big and bright pink you can't miss it. Have a nice day, ma'am." He tells me before bowing and walking off back towards the elevator. I walk further down the hall, reading the names on the doors. "BEBE... 1MILLION... WOLF'LO... TSUBAKILL. Why does that one sound weirdly familiar. I mean, it could just be like a weirdly unique name that I find interesting."

I stare at the door for a while, completely forgetting where I am. Until a hand pulls me, I scream slightly and turn around to see Audrey smiling. "What did you get lost or something?" She says, genuinely afraid she put me through stress. "No, sorry, I was just admiring the names. Hey, have you ever heard of this one?" I ask, staring at her questionable. She looks at the names before shaking her head. "If I'm being honest, the majority of the groups are korean, so I haven't heard of anyone here, you know. Come on, everyone is waiting." Audrey scolds my hand, bouncing down the halls excited.

We walk into the door, and I greet everyone. The vibe is nice, and everyone is friendly. Which I am very thankful for, I meaning usually have a difficult time having conversations with new people. Or just meeting new people in general. I hand everyone a plate. They are sitting there thanking me before digging in. I hear Kristen on the sidelines gushing over the meal and applauding me for my "master cooking skills," or so she says. I blush slightly, thank God for my dark skin. I suddenly get the urge to pee, I grab Audrey's hand without speaking and make my way to the door. She whines because I take her away from her precious meal, but eventually get the hint and help me find the bathroom. She takes me there, letting me inside while saying she will be in the room. And if anything happens, call her. I allow her to leave, not wanting her meal to get cold, then make my way inside the stall.

I was in the process of finishing when I went to flush the toilet and hear the door sqeak open. I walk out thinking it's Audrey. "Babe, I thought you wanted to finish the meal. I literally slaved over the stove to cook. Not to mention me violating traffic laws to get it here." I stated sarcastically before not hearing her response. I continue to wash my hands before I turn around to say something else to her. Only to realize it wasn't her at all. "Sayaka?" She stares me up and down before getting close to me.

The space between us is so small that it makes me nervous. "Glad to see that I've only been gone for what, 3 months, and you have a new replacement right at the ready. Making meals for her. Aren't you just the perfect little girlfriend?" I gulp looking at her, trying to create a bit of personal space between us, and it seems she didn't like that. "You're not running away from me again. What exactly does Audrey the little fairy have that I don't, huh? Stella, you know I don't like repeating myself." I look down trying to avoid eye contact. It feels like I'm frozen, I wanted to see her so bad, but I forget the massive effect she had on me. Seems she didn't, though. "Me and Audrey aren't together. She has a boyfriend. And so do I."

I try to say that last bit with confidence, but it seems like at the moment that shit hasn't gone out the window. My voice cracks. She smiles at me, but I can tell I won't achieve anything good with rhat smile. "That's cute. My little baby got herself a boyfriend. Call him." I look at her confused, why the fuck would she want me to call the guy she is jealous of. More importantly, why is she jealous of Jake. " I don't owe you anything. We weren't in a relationship, and you made those guidelines very clear at the beginning. So you have no reason to be mad at me." I try to hide the tears falling out of my eyes by looking away until she grabs my chin.

She wiped my tears while looking at me. "Baby, I gave your money because you don't need to struggle, ok? I'm your support system, whether it's cuddling you when you're sad or gifting you shit when you're happy. In the beginning, I didn't want a relationship, I just wanted you. Labels scared me, but what scared me more was losing you. I care about you." I stared at her shockingly while she gave her confession. I didn't expect that to happen. Out of all the outcomes I planned in my head. "I care about you too, and I want to be with you. She kissed my forehead while smiling lovely at me. "My little girlfriend then." As she said that, it made me the happiest girl in the world. Experiencing true love is wild.

"Now, akachan, what do you say we give that ex-boyfriend a call and make it official." She says while leaving open-mouthed kisses down my neck, causing me to moan as she grabs my hips, pulling me flush against her body. I start to moan until she speaks up. "No, no baby, say it for the phone call. Gotta show him who you belong to, don't we?"

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #street woman fighter x reader #Sayaka

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pynkgothicka · 2 years

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Yandere Bruce Wayne x Criminal Reader x Yandere Nightwing NSFW

Yandere Bruce Wayne x Criminal Reader x Yandere Nightwing

a/n: I'm getting everything that's going to be a headcanon out of the way, so you guys don't expect less from me

Tags/Warnings: NONCON, KIDNAPPING, harsh language

You were a small criminal, usually hired by the bigger villains to aid in heists and whatever weird shit they had in store

So when you are hired for a heist in Bludhaven, you assume it's going to be quick and easy. But Nightwing has other plans

He sees you and instantly becomes attached. He beats up your hirer and locks you, and only you up. Using the lame excuse of "Sorry but you're a repeat offender, doesn't that make locking you up more important than everyone else?"

Dick phones up Bruce and gushes about how he's found another person who he likes and that he feels like this is going to be the one. Bruce was skeptical of this and asked Nightwing to bring them in for questioning. Everyone knew that Dick was noncommittal when it came to relationships

When Dick arrives at the Batcave with you, Bruce sees the appeal and he'll admit it, and falls in love.

"Dick, how about we make a deal?"

Bruce claims that they can share you. It wouldn't be anything like a combative thing. Just that when the other is done with you or is busy, the other would take you. That way both get what they want and you'll never be alone and with all those villains again. They're lucky that they didn't corrupt your mind too much and they could still technically brainwash you.

When you came too, they both posed their deal. And you of course freaked out and started yelling and screaming for them to stay away from you and how they kidnapped you. All you needed was the money to pay off your rent for the month and that you didn't even know who hired you. They wanted you to be some mindless doll for them to pass around and play with.

But both write it off as a bunch of excuses and just start touching you. All while you were tied down and unable to move.

🕸️ NSFW 🕸️

They'd been going at it for hours, filling every hole of yours with cum. Right now Dick was in your mouth while Bruce took your ass after Dick fucked you silly. Dick kept taunting you about how defiant you were before, yet you were such a slut as soon as you got some dick in you.

Dick pulled you by your hair off his cock and leaned down in front of you. "What's my name again?" He spat into your face.

"Master!" You screamed out and Bruce's pace increased, hitting all the right spots. He groaned as you clenched around him, holding him in.

"And whose the guy fucking you name?"

"Daddy-" You gripped onto Dick's shoulders pulling him in, as Bruce was approaching his orgasm.

"Looks like Daddy's gonna fucking fill up that lil hole again. You want Masters cock in that mouth again?" Dick moved your head towards his leaking head as you nodded your head frantically. Dick shoved himself back into your mouth, and started fucking your face at a rapid pace.

Both of them came with a loud groan. Dick brushed your hair out of your fucked out face as the Batalarm resounded. Bruce pulled out of you, scooping up some of the cum that slipped out and pushed it back inside you.

"I have to go take care of this, take care of her while I'm out."

"Trust me she's going to be perfectly fine."

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glommergoop · 1 year

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disabled trans dude's monthly survival fund

hi you might remember me from such hits as "tomorrow and my birthday and i don't have food". i've made different donation posts at different times and then deleted them out of guilt but life is coming to a point where i really can't let the guilt make me do that and i need to just. continually ask for support.

putting it short: i'm trans, physically disabled and mentally ill. i haven't had a job in almost 2 years now despite applying to places all the time. being denied food/benefits is traumatizing me and making me unable to do commissions for money. i've been screwed over by food stamps multiple times in the past two years with them doing stuff like not sending letters to the correct address and then cutting off my benefits with no notice ever reaching me. i'm. exhausted. i've never been at such a low point in my entire life and i really just need some fucking *help*. so.

here's an ongoing survival fund. i'm aiming for $120 each month. that would cover my rent*, my mandatory renter's insurance that i get evicted if i don't pay for, grocery delivery, and part of other bills

*(i am on section 8 and pay $30 after what they cover for me)

some more talk about my situation stuff is gonna be in a reblog if you want to read it. either way uh. yeah. here's cashfuck and venmeow information

i would really love to offer some kind of work in exchange for anything donated but i genuinely can't do it anymore. i'm really sorry. if you donate or signal boost please know that it means a lot to me.

#boost the signal #mutual aid #idfk what else to tag

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You’ve been doing sprites for a while now. What catalyzed your desire to make a game with that talent?

This is gonna be a doozy. Things are pretty bad on my side of things. I lost my job a year ago and haven't found stable work since. I've got some freelance here and there but I'm more or less living off my savings which are about to run out. I'm applying to places outside of my career but I'm a 34-year-old trans woman with exclusively animation freelance and some teaching experience, which means nothing in sales, fast food, or custom service. I lost my car because my partner parked it in a tow-a-way zone and since I work from home doing freelance I didn't notice til I went to go somewhere and the towing fee had built up beyond the worth of the car. So I'm inexperienced and don't have a car, which basically makes me unemployable. I've done some freelance animation work for some Youtubers but that's only netting me $800 every other month. I did get a "job" at an educational gaming company, but the promised hourly rate wasn't real and they were paying us in stocks of the company. I wasted an embarrassing amount of time on that. Did some pre-vis work for a friend but they still haven't paid me and no longer responding to my messages. I'm pretty depressed. I'm still applying to places left and right but I needed something to do with my time. My partner seeing me in pain sat me down and talked to me about having some kind of project. "Work on that comic idea, learn a new program you wanted to, make that game you always wanted to make, take a class" She knows I'm capable of a lot, even though at this point of time... I've lost myself in all the loss.

So I chose to work on the clown game. I had some assets I made a while ago, updated them, and started learning Unity, got frustrated and a friend suggested Godot. And things clicked. I've got something to live for again. I'm still under financial stress, but at least I'm making something. A friend suggested a Kickstarter, but I can't imagine people would want to give a first-time game dev money to make ANOTHER platformer. So it's mostly just a learning experience. I'm learning a new software, I'm learning a new language (GDscript), and who knows maybe I'll make enough of a game that I can release it and make a little something. Honestly, I just want to get to the point where I have enough content to make a demo for people to play. I've got 2 levels done! And it's only been a month since I started learning. And it's pretty polished for what it is! Long story short, my partner pushed me to learn something new and I'm having a blast making a game. Outside of the stresses and fear, it's the happiest I've been in ages. I love doing it. I just wish I could pay rent.

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