𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 | Fem reader, however, some headcanons can be read as Gender Neutral. BTW this is a continuing work(like almost everything I write), so I will be adding more.
He’ll fuck you to the point that your body is spasming at the faintest breeze. You look “so delicately captivating”, he wants you “fragile to my touch”.
He’ll have you cockwarm his cock whenever he desires. While he's reading, journaling, or on the phone. He wants you to sit pretty, your cunt snug with him inside. Or your doe eyes gazing up at him, with your mouth full of his cock.
He likes fucking you standing, your body weightless against his own. And depending on his strength, defenselessly.
He always comes either in or on you, preferably in you. Your cunt seeping with his cum leaves him satisfied.
If you're acting like a brat, he won’t fuck you. And he’ll spend weeks like that too. Once you get pent up, he’ll make you beg him to fuck you. And before he fucks you, he’ll tell you to ride his thigh until you're shaking and sobbing, until he's satisfied.
Sometimes he'll rub his thumb against your clit, casually in slow tantalizing circles. He would do this, keeping his eyes on his book, which is held in his other hand. And your body is tied up in leather belts, shaking and overstimulating yet ready for more.
They never raised their voice at first
They raised a mirror
Tilted so I only saw myself
Through their approval
Love came with footnotes
Affection had terms and conditions
Edited daily, enforced without warning
I was always failing a test
I didn’t know I was taking
They rewrote history with confidence
Spoke lies so smoothly
I questioned my own memory
Apologizing for things
That never happened
My pain was an inconvenience
My joy was a threat
Every boundary became proof
That i was selfish, cold and ungrateful
It wasn’t the shouting that broke me
It was the calm certainty
That everything was my fault
That I existed only
As a reflection of them
Leaving felt like treason
Staying felt like disappearing
Now I’m learning a quiet rebellion
Trusting my own voice again
And calling survival
What it always was
there's something so fucked up about growing up emotionally neglected leading to you falling into cycles of emotional manipulation.
like what do you mean my parents dragging me around to my siblings' activities, not taking interest in my interests, and discouraging crying and crushes lead to me being stuck on a boy who gave me a bunch of affection and attention if i did what he wanted, was clingy and controlling and regularly embarassed me in front of our co-workers in the name of affection
Tw: alcohol consumption, controlling partners, toxic partners, threats and insult over text
Darlin and asher attend angels housewarming party. Alcohol and unrequited feelings don't mix very well
"Do you think my eyeliner looks elegant, or is it giving slutty?”
Asher yelled into the space, Darlin was somewhere in the apartment, also getting ready for David's party.
Well, it's more like Angel's party.
David had finally asked them to move in, and they were ecstatic to say yes.
They were also ecstatic to have a reason to throw a party.
A housewarming party
Darlin had heard the whole conversation over the party
Angel insisted it was a housewarming party, while David reminded them that he had lived there his whole life, it was not new to anyone.
But the way Angel decorated it, it was like a whole new place.
Besides, he loved them too much to deny a party.
At his house
Where people would probably end up drunk
And messy
He was dreading the party a little.
But Darlin and Asher were thrilled.
“What do you care if it looks slutty? It's very fitting.”
Darlin joked after gazing at Asher's work.
He looked really good with eyeliner.
He almost always had some under his eyes, but tonight he was doing a wing and some other details.
He was really good at it too.
Satisfied with Darlin's opinion, Asher reached for his body glitter.
“It's not going to be like a crazy college party, I don't think you need glitter.”
Asher sided with Darlin while he started to apply It
“Glitter is for all occasions, and with me there, it will be a partyyyy.”
He sang out the last words.
“Not on David's watch.”
Darlin watched Asher apply the glitter to his exposed arm.
The glitter emphasizes Asher's muscles.
He looks good, undeniably.
He is in a sweater vest without an undershirt, so the v-neck exposes more skin on his chest.
He applies glitter there.
The vest is just a little short, so when Asher stretches and moves, his waistline is exposed along with the subtlest happy trail.
Darlin's face flushes.
They can't deny that Asher is their type.
Physically
They've never been with someone so bubbly in personality.
But physically, he checked all of Darlin's boxes.
Lean and strong
Just a little taller than them
A sprinkle of femininity in his features and style
Striking eyes
God, did they love his eyes.
So blue and sharp
Looking into them was like allowing themselves to get lost in a frozen tundra.
And yet, they still felt so warm.
Darlin wanted to do the stereotypical dog thing and shake the thoughts away.
But was caught
“Most consider it rude to stare, but if it's you, gaze all you want.”
Darlin finally looked up from Asher's waist.
clearly flustered, they turned to walk away.
Asher started to whine out
“Nooo, Darlin, come back.”
He was joking. But all Darlin could think about was how good he sounded.
His whining scratched an itch in their brain.
Once they were both ready, they started heading for the door.
A ding came from Darlin's phone, not thinking Asher was paying much attention, they took a look before rolling their eyes and turning the ringer off.
“What's that about?”
“This guy, I don't feel like dealing with it. Let's go have fun!”
It was a small moment, but Asher kept it in his mind.
Partly because their tone was dripping with disappointment
Not annoyed like Darin normally felt when a suitor couldn't take a hint and was too needy.
This was different, but Asher didn't know why.
The party was full, not crazy loud music, just a very packed house. Every seated area was used, and most people were standing.
For the most part, the atmosphere was joyful and reasonably intoxicated.
Except for Darlin, who at this point was past reasonable
They had left for the bathroom. Before returning to Asher, who had the luck of retrieving a spot on the couch
“Finally a place to sit.”
Darlin explained before taking a spot on Asher's lap.
Asher's face reacted instantly.
He quickly searched the room for David.
No sign
He relaxed a little.
Just a little as his long-time crush had their ass
Very nice ass
On his lap
Darlin seems to notice Asher's mood change.
“I can get off—I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”
They moved to get up, but instinctively Asher grabbed their waist to pull them back.
They made a small noise.
Asher wanted to explode.
They both stayed silent for a while.
Asher felt Darlin's phone buzz.
Which felt a little good for him
But cause Darlin to groan and wiggle in frustration.
Asher liked the feeling but not the cause.
“Same guy?”
Normally Ash wouldn't ask Darlin stuff like this, but he couldn't help himself, and drunk Darlin was an honest Darlin.
“Yeeeess, ugh, he's been messaging me aaalll night.”
Darlin started to shift in Asher's lap, trying to reach for their phone in their back pocket.
Ash was hard
There was no way not to be
And there was no way Darlin didn't know.
Yet they acted like they didn't.
Just opening their phone to the messages
Just as they said, the chat was full of messages from the other person.
A few messages caught his eye before Darlin could close it.
“Don't test me, precious.”
“I can always find someone else.”
“Useless mutt”
All the messages had the same hateful taste.
Asher resisted the urge to take the phone from Darlin.
He considered that this was a boundary that needed to be crossed to help
But he was currently not in a clear headspace to decide that.
But that doesn't mean he couldn't take an alternative route.
“Do you like that?”
Genuinely curious
Asher felt those messages were gross and hateful.
It was still possible that Darlin was into it, that it was some long-distance roleplay.
Though he didn't get it, he wasn't going to judge if that was the case.
“What!? No, I mean I like it when they get a little jealous and possessive, but he is—he's too much. He tried to tell me I couldn't hang out with you. And now he's pissed that I didn't listen to him. All damn night it's been threat after insult after threat.”
Their rant seemed to abruptly end, presumably because of the amount of alcohol in their system.
Asher listened when they ranted, his stomach turning and flipping at what the beauty in his lap was saying.
It turned, retaining in repulse to the way someone could treat another human this way, treating his Darlin this way.
He wouldn't admit it, but learning that this guy was jealous of him. Jealous of his relationship with Darlin, it made his chest flip and fill with butterflies.
.The butterflies were relentless, as they always were, filled with love, anxiety, and need.
The butterflies moved with a clueless mission to fly out his mouth and confess, to infiltrate the other, to discover if they too had butterflies.
Butterflies that were meant for him
He let a few out fly out, just to test the waters.
“Do you want to give him a real reason?”
As soon as he said the beginning of the sentence, he felt stupid, hushing the rest of his sentence.
He was sure Darlin didn't catch it until they responded.
They looked straight into his eyes.
“What do you mean?”
For a second
The smalls second their eyes different to his lips.
The butterfly danced in response.
“It might be stupid, I mean, it is, especially because you are exclusive.”
He had to turn away, it was crazy how a human, even a shifter, could have such a strong puppy dog face.
Begging for Asher to crack
The liquor must have turned into a courage enhancer because Asher felt Darlins had on his chin.
Gently pulling him back to them
To lock into those deep eyes
He felt like the biggest cliché as he began to get lost in them.
“We’re not exclusive.”
Still stuck in the depths of their eyes, he helped
“Those messages? They felt... serious?”
Their hand moved to tuck one of his loose curls back into place.
Asher swears it has to be because he's a shifter, but such a simple touch felt magical.
“Don't feel guilty, Ash, it's his fault.”
As he was analyzing their eyes, they changed, something deep inside them was revealing itself, just barely, through the windows of their eyes.
“He wants me to himself, but he doesn't want to give himself to me.”
As soon as that door creaked open, it was shut, and the strong, lone wolf Darlin was back.
Confirmed by what they said
“If he can be with others, I should do the same.”
A shift in their eyes happened once again, sultry
Darlin sat bridal style in his lap.
Ash let his hand settle on top of their legs, holding them to him. His other hand found its way to their nape.
A gentle yet secure hold
A small thought crept up.
This is just to mess with this guy.
They're doing this for this guy.
Not for themselves
Not for him
Not just for fun
The butterflies seemed to be silent.
He knew better, under the right conditions, the butterflies would be stunning.
Darlin must have been able to see it in Asher's eyes.
Before Asher knew it, Darlin had removed his hand from their nape.
He didn't know which made him hurt more.
What could have been if he'd just sucked it up
Or knowing Darlin didn't want him
Looking into each other's eyes
Both searching for the reason the other is so saddened when they just had a moment
Neither of them could figure it out before Angel came into the room.
David close behind
“Are you guys enjoying yourselves?”
Bubbling with excitement
They could count on Angel for that.
Darlin was quick to reply, hiding whatever emotion was just breaching the surface.
“So much fun, like seriously, you know how to throw a party.”
Angel blushed at the praise.
Asher caught David's eyes as Angel settled on the couch with them, easily having a conversation with Darlin.
The smallest twitch of David's eyebrows was enough for Asher to reevaluate the position he and Darlin were in.
Asher didn't know what else to do, so he just gave David a small, clearly nervous smile.
It didn't help much as David just continued to lightly glare.
Asher felt Darlin's phone buzz again.
It was enough to encourage him to get Darlin off his lap.
He began to shuffle.
But was stopped when Darlin looked over at David.
“ Are you trying to push me off 'cause of David? Real mature, David. I'm an adult, and at the time it was the only spot.
Asher knows that not to be completely true, but he is also aware that it was most likely the truth for Darlin.
Asher dares not speak, allowing Angel and Darlin to do the defending.
“David, they have a point, sure, they are a babe, but that doesn't give you any control over their body or relationship.
David started blushing when Angel ridiculed him but quickly switched up at the last word, his gruff voice letting out a single word.
“Relationship?”
Angel shut their mouth, realizing that they didn't know what they were talking about.
Darlin finally got up.
“Chill out, David, we're not in a relationship or anything; Asher just makes a nice chair.”
Asher avoided eye contact with David.
He realized that Darlin's phone was still just on the couch. He grabbed it to hand to Darlin.
As he was holding the phone It buzzed and displayed the message.
“I'll deal with you when you get here, the more I wait, the worse it'll be.”
Asher's alcohol was wearing off, and he reconsidered the boundary. Will it do more harm or good to step in?
Maybe he's reacting.
Maybe he's too close to Darlin.
Too jealous of this guy
Darlin notices Asher holding their phone, they quickly take it out.
Skimming the message, the tremble just a bit
Or Asher's vision was shaky.
“Wonderful party, Angel, I'm glad you'll be living here. David, as always, you need to relax. I'm headed to bed.
They headed toward their designated room.
Asher had a feeling they wouldn't be there long.
Likely climbing out the window before running to the guy behind the phone
He convinces himself once more that he's imagining the signs, he hopes he's just crazy in love.
You enter my veins like a virus
My blood turns to acid from the chemical reaction
And soon my circulatory system is thickening
and my heart tries in vein
Your hands are in my chest
Tickle my heart and tell me how awful you feel
Especially when everything's my fault
Turn me on and get me off with a bullet and a blade
Death makes me feel alive
When it's over, it's over
You pretend you know that but I don't think you do
Stop pretending to be someone your not
That look just doesn't suit you
Inside me lungs are particles of your skin
adding to the tar of a pack a day habit
Were you always out to get me
Or is this revenge for when we learned I see and hear things you don't
Hallucinations that you fed into, making them all too real
But it was fun for you to have someone so broken
A fresh head case is really hard to find
Whisper everything in my ear
Keep me crushed under your thumb
this isn't what I thought this was
but it's too late for me to run
I've committed to much time
That this has to work, I keep telling myself
But you won't let me heal
Fairly short, I have plans for more if this does well.
This is a Royal Vampiric au of redacted audio
for this small snippet all you need to know is that Quinn is the new king and has forced 'Darlin' to marry him ( engaged now) and though I didn't mention it in the story, darlin and Sam are a secret couple from before Quinn. Sam is still a servant of the castle and witnesses this whole interaction
TW: Very controlling, Seriously darlin in this is his servant and will not disobey him. please don't read if you don't feel comfortable. Non-consensual touching ( not near private parts but it is still unwelcome and uncomfortable) Quinn lies about what him and Darlin do behind closed doors. I want to be clear that he does not do anything sexual without Darlin's consent. He says these things to his servants because he feels it gives him more power.
Please consider these things before reading this, this part is literally all about Quinn showing off the control he has over his 'fiance' (servant)
For future reference, if I continue this it will mostly be sam and Darlin and you will NOT need to read this part.
“Isn't it just precious?”
He waited for his fiance's answer
It didn't take long for his patience to run thin.
He hates being ignored.
So he grabs their chin and forces them to look at him
“Precious?”
A sliver of fear shines through their eyes.
He loves it
His hand softly travels to their neck as he asks
“I was talking about the ring, it's perfect.”
They don't react the way he wants
So he squeezes their neck
“Do you disagree?”
He glares into their eyes
They should now by now to obey
His eyes are the last warning hell give
The fear in their eyes increases
It's so delicious that he can't stop his lips from curving into a grin
His grin widens when their voice stumbles out
“ of course not”
He gives a small squeeze to their neck again, to remind them what they have forgotten
“ My king”
He worked on that for a long time and still is. He just needs them to look him in the eyes when they say it.
He lets it go for now as he works his hand down their neck, purposely exposing more of their collarbone. Leaning in to kiss them, breathing in their full scent before pulling away.
“ You always smell so divine, if only we were alone my precious”
He says, very loudly, a form of lying his claim.
His hand releases their garment, it doesn't quite return to its original position, but that was what he wanted.
He continues to lightly graze his fingers down their arm, feeling the goosebumps he is causing them.
When he reaches their hand he raises it to his lips kissing the back of their hand.
He holds intense eye contact with his subject.
“ Shall we show off how well your King treats you?”
He whispers and chuckles at the sudden reaction they have, their terrified
He wastes no time standing from his throne and lifting their hand. Forcing them to be pulled from their spot.
“Everyone stop and take a moment to gasp and gawk at this beautiful priceless ring I have graciously given my precious. The ring is worth more than any of your lives. Many have died to retrieve this very ring. It matches them perfectly.”
He didn't have to threaten anyone directly. Everything he did and said was taken as a threat.
He stood and basked as his servants obeyed him.
Once he had enough he said his adeus
“ Go back to work, we shall be in my room.”
He leaned into them and pretended to whisper, though he knew and wanted everyone to hear him
“I just can't resist you anymore.”
With that, he rushed away, practically dragging his precious with him.
