Tag: strangulation

Their fights never usually got this bad.  

Rhys would call Jack a jerk a few times, Jack would huff and puff and roll his eyes, but before long they would have made up and already been curled up in bed together before either of the boys woke up to the commotion.

But this time. This time was different.

Jack didn’t even remember what they had been fighting about. Something stupid, surely, but it had escalated in a blink of an eye—Rhys was hurling scathing, angry words at Jack, practically seething as the furious alpha shot back at his mate with equal venom. Tension had curled through his body, taking a hold of him as he tried to turn away from Rhys, wanting to tune out the furious rantings of his mate, but then Rhys had threatened to take the children and go, and cold fear at that had sunken heavy in Jack’s stomach, before bursting into white-hot rage. Rhys couldn’t leave him, couldn’t take everything from him again—Jack wouldn’t let him.

There was something thick and meaty and warm beneath his hands, suddenly, and the world was a blur of colors and dizzying gravity as his knees thud into the carpet. His hands squeeze violently, pressing out their anger and fear into the warmth beneath his fingers. His vision is shaking so hard he can’t see straight, eyes blurring with furious tears as he hangs on tightly, throttling the life beneath his hands until weak clawing at his chest and watery whimpers breaks through the haze of his fury. 

His fingers are wrapped tight as a vise around Rhys’ throat, the omega pinned to the ground by the bulk of the alpha sitting on top of him, crushing the breath from his body. Rhys’ tongue and lips are swollen, his eyes full of tears and horror as they silently beg Jack to please, please stop and Jack does, finally, his hands tearing away from Rhys’ throat as if they’ve been burned by hot coals. And it’s only when Rhys’ neck spasms, crushed and bruised beyond repair as he tries to take in a breath that won’t come, that Jack realizes fully what he’s done. 

“No, no no no no, no! Sweetheart, don’t do this!” Jack’s hands shake as they hover above Rhys’ body, eyes manically roving over the omega’s form as it twitches and trembles.  

i still dont know what to do with this (everyone seemed to want asphyxiation but honestly i like my other idea better so i might go with that instead)

i was pumped to write this and now i just wanna die and never speak to anybody again so like whatever