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tartagilasgf · 11 months

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will you forever protect me? even from the darkest entities?

xiao x female reader (she/her pronouns).

warnings: degradation and praise, vaginal fingering, intercourse, dominant xiao, fem reader, foul language, use of cunt and tits, orgasm denial, edging.

‼️FANART isn’t mine, full art credits to the @ in the beautiful artwork‼️

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-may be a few typos and grammar errors.

-background: xiao is your new bodyguard after you discovered your (now ex) boyfriend had been stalking you and selling pictures of you online. xiao stays at your house, helping to pay rent as he is overpaid by your parents and he’s kinda mean but he wants to protect you and keep you from harm :(

being the oblivious, rebellious girl you are, you’ve been attempting to sneak out, wanting to have a little bit of fun without your strong, looming (and kinda scary) bodyguard, xiao. you had looked towards the shut door before returning your gaze to the large window infront of you, trying to quietly open it, once open you hear familiar footsteps. you quickly turn around and see xiao leaning against the wall behind you, crossed arms and obviously annoyed. he opens his eyes, his cold, amber eyes piercing yours. shit, you’ve been caught.

“xiao, it’s not what it looks like! i.. i was just getting hot in here! i swear!” you defend yourself, wavering your hands infront of you.

he steps closer to you, “someone got a little to adventurous tonight, don’t you agree?” he interrogates you, not believing your obvious lie, before continuing. “It’s winter, it’s cold in here. Besides, i can clearly see your goosebumps. you’re not very discreet, y/n.” he beckons, grabbing your arm and sliding his gloved hand over your goosebumps.

i exhale, looking up at you. “..maybe im not discreet but can you blame me? you’re constantly with me everywhere i go. i don’t need a watchdog looking over my shoulder.” I argue. he steps closer, now directly infront of me.

“don’t you know the dangers of going outside alone, huh? you know damn well your shitty ex is still obsessed with you, don’t think i didn’t see the messages you so desperately tried to hide from me.” xiao waits for your response, knowing you can’t say anything back because he’s right, as always.

i roll my eyes, letting out a frustrated huff, “yeah, whatever. i don’t care.” i wave my hand back and forth, dismissing the topic and walking into the kitchen, clearly showing my exasperation due to your harsh questioning. he follows me into the kitchen, watching my every move. observing me. i pour myself a mug of hot chocolate, feeling your presence behind me, daggers stabbing into my back.

“do you enjoy making me disgruntled?” xiao asks in a cold tone. he steps closer to you from behind, putting his arms onto the counter behind you, which just so happens to be beside your sides, trapping you. *he whispers into my ear, “are you satisfied with exploiting me, because i have quite a strong feeling you secretly like making me frustrated. your perseverance comes through once again, huh?” he wants a answer. no — he demands an answer, yet he doesn’t have to say it because his cold, dominant tone does.

i quietly gasp from the warmth of his voice traveling onto my neck, knowing he’d find out my little secret eventually.. yet i still deny, knowing he currently has me right where he wants me. i stay silent, unsure whether to voice my defensive statements or if i should be truthful with him.

xiao’s brows continue to furrow when you refuse to answer him, one of his arms move to your waist, squeezing it. silently demanding for your answer. the pressure of his gloved hand on your waist makes you bend forward and let out a quiet however noticeable “..fuck.”

after regaining your composure back, you finally speak, giving him an unpleasant answer. “w-what makes you think that?” he chuckles softly, his aura becoming more felt.

“maybe it’s the fact you constantly blush and avoid me when I get ‘too close’ or the fact im occurring frequently in your dreams. i know you want me, ive known it since day 1. you think you’re so complex but you really aren’t that difficult to figure out, agreed?” xiao responds, his amber eyes darkening. his hand grips your waist tighter. “are you done playing games y/n?” he turns you around without warning and makes you face him, pressing his muscular body into yours. he notices your face getting redder each second that passes.

i begin to get flustered, my back hoisting in on itself, legs becoming relatively weak. “what do you want me to say xiao? you want me to tell you i think you’re hot because if you do then I’ll tell you right here and now. i think you’re attractive. are you satisfied or are you gonna keep running that bitch mouth of yours?” my eyes suddenly broaden, realizing what i just said to you. panic displays in my eyes “s-shit! sorry! i swear to god, i didn’t mean it xiao! I’m so—sorry!” but before you can react he lays you down on the counter, pinning your arms above you. he bites his lip, drawing blood.

“hm.. don’t you think it’s rather shameful to talk to an adeptus like that, not only am i your bodyguard but aren’t you forgetting the power i have over weak humans like you?” he says, resentment laced in his voice. your eyes widen more, not knowing xiao was an adeptus you suddenly freeze, connecting the dots. god, you knew he was strong but him being an adeptus never crossed a thought in your mind. you begin apologising profusely before he picks you up and bringing you to your bedroom, sitting you down on the bed infront of him.

“s-seriously xiao! ..i had no idea you were an adeptus, i p-promise!” you whine, dishing out as many apologies as you can possibly think of and babble out. he leans down and pins your wrists to either side of your head, dipping his head and kissing you harshly, making you squirm under him. you whimper into the kiss, feeling your face get hotter when he slips his tongue into your mouth. he puts his knees on both sides of you, deepening the kiss and pulling back when he senses you’re nearly out of breath. “..do you want this?” he asks in a serious tone. you breathe deeply, nodding your head repeatedly, at a loss for words as you overcome with several different emotions.

he nods, and gets off the bed, instead standing infront of it. he squints his eyes for a moment, examining your hot, flustered body. “strip, now.” he demands, his gaze never leaving you.

“o-okay..” you reply nervously, biting your lip in pure anticipation and you begin to take off your shirt, revealing your dark green and teal lingerie set, confirming his thoughts of how you’ve been planning this, waiting for it to finally happen. you slip your cheeky shorts off, waiting for him to say something.

he instead laughs darkly. “it’s such a cute set, i appreciate how you bought my favorite colors. however, would it still look cute shredded on the floor? what do you think y/n, hm?” he questions, a small smirk playing on his wet lips. you blush and nod hesitantly, unsure of which answer is wrong and which one is right. he unbuckles his pants and takes off his shirt, revealing his tattoos, on display for you and you only. leaving his black boxers on, he gets on the bed hovering above you.

he kisses your lips with haste before moving down to your jawline, taking his sweet time. “p-please stop teasing me, xiao.” he smiles, completely ignoring your desperate pleas and continues to mark you, creating reddish-purple marks along your pretty jawline and neck, making you whimper and pout. he moves to your collar bone, one hand holding your arms above you while the other one slips under your pretty bra, playing with your sensitive tit. he smirks, feeling you try to grind your hips in desperation. “such a desperate slut, is that really all you are?” not giving you the courtesy of calling you your name, he degrades you. making your panties pool with arousal. you nod, squeezing your legs together and moan as he plays with your tit, teasing you.

his hand moves to the clasp of the bra, tearing it apart with no difficulty and carelessly throwing it on the floor. you whine as that was an expensive set but hey, there will be others. “it’s okay, pretty. i can always buy you another one.” his mouth lowers onto your tit, alternating between sucking and biting it.

“..a-ah! xiao, fuck me already! ah.. i-im begging you.. please! p-..pretty please!!” you beg miserably, in hopes he’d grant you your greatest wish. he continues to suck until he had enough with teasing you and he gently rubs his fingers over your thinly clothed pussy. you buck your hips furiously, trying to obtain more friction. he scoffs, “stop fuckin’ moving whore. ill touch you when i feel like it, you understand?” he pushes your hips down with his own, slightly rubbing his erect dick against your aching, covered pussy.

you nod, despite your obvious objection to how he’s teasing you. after he had enough of teasing you, he pulls your panties to the side, running his finger from your sensitive bud down to your hymen, making you uncontrollably moan once.

he smirks, “does a little touch really make you jolt that much?” he laughs at you, humiliating you slightly. ”oh god.. you’re soaked. I’ve barely even touched you yet.” he snorts in pure disbelief, his thumb rubbing your sensitive bud in circles. your hips pulsate up repeatedly, begging for more. “aah… p-please xiao, i..want y-you.. a-ah..” you beg in desperation once again. The corners of his lips curl up, forming a sinister smile. he takes off his black gloves and then quickly inserts a finger into your dripping pussy, slowly thrusting it in and out. you constantly moan and whine, arching your back for more. he starts going faster adding a third finger. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you bitch?” a smile plays on his lips, his bright, white fangs showing when he degrades you. you nod your head repeatedly, feeling him curl his fingers, directly hitting your g-spot. “f-fuck! xiao, s-sir! i-im so.. ah.. close! ..shitshitshit!” you babble out, not caring about the embarrassment from your incoherent language. he, with haste pulls his fingers out as soon as you start clenching tightly around his digits, signaling you’re about to orgasm.

you whine, tears forming in your exhausted eyes. eager to cum you beg more, questioning him why he’s edging you and denying you of your wanted orgasm. “x-xiao, please! why won’t you l-let me cum! i-I’ve been good, right? right??” you chant repeatedly, hoping he’ll have a sliver of mercy. your puffy pussy unfortunately clenching around nothing. he laughs before flicking your clitoris twice. “do you remember when you asked me if I’m gonna keep running ‘that bitch mouth of mine’? I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t however, considering the fact i already fucked you partially senseless with some foreplay and finger-fucking.” he replies, a cold yet somewhat pitiful tone in his voice.

you frown, “i said i was sorry xiao, i was just.. upset and frustrated and i didn’t like being—cornered, by you may i add..” you admit, honestly. A tinge of sadness in your voice makes xiao become more.. sympathetic and he takes his boxers off, showcasing his painfully erect dick. for a second you seriously wonder if it’s gonna hurt trying to get it into you. he strokes his dick a few times before smearing your precum and arousal onto his tip. “are you.. absolutely sure y/n?” he asks, genuinely wanting your truthful answer. you nod without question, without hesitation.

“ah..this might hurt a bit pretty, okay? but.. i know you can take it, correct?” he aligns his dick with your puffy, needy cunt, and slowly pushes his tip in, giving you some time to adjust to the inhumanely girth. you, cry in pain before your pussy is stretched open from his length.

“y-you can start moving, xiao..” you confirm, holding his hand and kissing him on the cheek. he nods and slowly pushes most of his length into you, his tip curving into your g-spot slightly, grazing it. you grind your hips up, asking for more. he sees what you’re telling him and he pushes himself in all the way, waiting a moment before thrusting, each thrust picking up his pace, eventually abusing your g-spot mercifully, without stopping.

“f-fuck xiao! s-shitshitshitshit! oh my g—oh my god! im— im c-cumming! ah!” you babble incoherently, mind going blank from your long-needed orgasm. xiao kisses you, effectively shutting you up, silencing you. he reached his own orgasm, pulling out and cumming on your pretty, sore, mark covered abdomen. he pants, taking a moment to come down from his high. he gently kisses your cheek and wiping you with a clean, grey cloth and rubbing the tears from pleasure off of your face.

“you did good, i didn’t know a mere mortal like you could last that long, huh.” he somehow compliments and degrades you in a single sentence, but who are you to complain…

After all, as your bodyguard he had sworn to always protect you, even from the darkest entities.

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needy-dumb-kitten · 1 year

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I wanna back talk. Act like a true brat, bug you and poke at you whining to get fucked, only to laugh at you when you tell me to get you hard and wet.

I scoff and smirk wiggling my ass back and forth towards you, mouthing off about wanting to be used, not be useful, or some other bullshit.

That pretty little gasp of surprise I'll let out when you grab me by the back of the head, your fingers tangled in my hair as you throw me to the floor.

Once you shove my face into your crotch I pretend to struggle, refusing to open my mouth, locking eyes with you, practically begging you to beat the shit eating grin off my face.

Break the brat out of me. Force your fingers into my mouth, down my throat. Make me gag and my eyes water.

Pull your fingers to the front of my mouth and hold it open as you spit down my throat. Wipe your drool covered fingers across my face and then hold it so I have no choice but to look at you

Tell me how I must need to be reminded who it is that makes demands and who it is that listens.

Tell me I must need my mouth washed out if I'm gonna use it to back talk you

Stuff your cock in my mouth and hold me still, watching the confusion in my eyes as you hold me from sucking or moving. Watch my eyes go wide as I feel warm liquid across my tongue, quickly fulling my mouth.

Watch my eyes glaze over as I turn back into your good, obedient little whore as i swallow, again and again until you're done.

Coo at me, asking aww, was that really so hard now? Good girls always swallow, no matter what right?

Pull back out of my mouth and kneel down infront of me, shoving your fingers between my legs. Bring them back up infront of my eyes, show me just how drenched I am

Look at that slut. Look how wet you are from being forced to drink my piss. Is that what you wanted all along? Youre such a fucking disgrace

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pattycakes5516 · 1 year

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BenimaruXFemreader Friends to lovers? One Shot ENJOY!! 😉

-rough -degradation -praise -edging -shame -choking -impact play

You stretch your arms and let out a loud yawn rolling back your office chair. "Beni!!!" You shout noticing his office door was open. All the other staff had left for the day. So you didn't mind shouting across the room.

"What?!" Benimaru groaned, always in a state of annoyance. You sighed knowing he wasn't going to get up. You roll your eyes and make your way to his door. You're greeted by Benimaru's emotionless expression.

You have known him most of your life. Though he seemed unapproachable and grumpy you knew better. He cared deeply about the city you both had grown up in. So when he came to you for help on his campaign to run for mayor you instantly agreed. You hated politics with every fiber of your being but you knew he would do some good. He never expected to win, you knew the city loved him for how much he had always done for them. It came to no surprise to you when he won by a landslide.

"I'm leaving early." You said and Benimaru's eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Don't act surprised. I do have a life outside of this place."

"Yeah you have to rush home to your dog and binge watch the newest anime right." Benimaru grins, a rare expression. You were always glad when you could coax a smile from him.

"Fuck off." You flick him off causing him to laugh a bit. His usual dull expression is now full of amusement. "For your information I have a date."

"My Y/N... the cynical non romantic has a date." Benimaru says playfulling but his eyes lower a bit. "What poor soul has to deal with you for tonight?" This was how you interacted. He would say something about you and you would easily fire back. It was just how you both were.

"You're such a dick." You grumble, your hands now on your hip. "For your information it's the fire chef. Himbo energy is off the charts."

"Obi? Y/N you can't be serious?" Benimaru suddenly stands up. "That guy is an idiot." You scoff at his attitude.

You walk over to him with no fear even though he towers over you. "It's not serious. Honestly I just need to be broken in half. So he can be dumb as long as he knows how to..." Your eyes widen when Benimaru's large hand covers your mouth.

"Why are you always so fucking vulgar? This is a workspace." Benimaru no longer looks at you with amusement. A dark glint was in his eyes that you had never seen before. "What do you just need an itch scratched?" You nod your head not sure what has gotten into your close friend.

"Text him right now and tell him you changed your mind." Benimaru was deathly serious and you glared up at him in defiance. You shake your head no and he actually growls at you as you attempt to remove his hand.

Before you had time to think, Benimaru had you pushed against the wall. No matter how hard you struggled against him he was too large to move. He actually clicks his teeth at you, a rage begins to form. You bite down hard on his palm causing him to wince, his hand dropping. "What the hell Beni?!"

"The guy gets on my last nerve but he is a good person. If you generally just want to be fucked I can't let you go through with this. I have seen the way he looks at you. He wants something serious." Benimaru says not backing off, tensions were running high.

"What do you want to date him or something? How is this any of your business?!" You spat out your hand now pushing on his large chest to make him give you space. Benimaru laughs but it's not like the one from earlier it was condescending.

His hands easily wrap around your wrists and he pushes them to your side. "I know your ex's Y/N. Obi won't be able to break you the way you want to be broken. I know how fucked up in the head you are." You swallow heavily as he leans into you whispering into your ear. "He will touch you like you're fragile. I know that's not what you want. You want to be treated like a no good whore."

Your eyes widen in shock at the words your close friend just muttered in your ear. You could not think of a witty retort. This is a side of Benimaru you had never witnessed. You had no clue how to feel. He was using all of your complaints and discussion about your life against you. You knew he could be cold but this was pure aggression.

"Cancel your date." Benimaru growls and a shiver travels up your spine as he reaches around and pulls your cell out of your back pocket.

"Beni..." you cringe at how pathetic you sound as you call out his name. Benimaru looks down at you with a scowl.

"Now..." His voice was low. A sense of fear lingered in the back of your mind but you shake your no. You gasp when he lowers his face to yours, lips inches apart. "You just want a good fuck?" He asks and you bite your lip.

"Yeah..." you say almost breathlessly and watch as he closes his eyes clenching his jaw. "That's it."

"I'll scratch your itch for you. I know exactly what you want." Benimaru now pins your arms above your head almost painfully. "What are friends for right?"

You are so torn at this moment. You don't fight this time as his body is pressed against yours. You also kept thinking about how this would ruin what you all had. Like he said he would just be helping you out. Nothing serious. You look deeply into his eyes trying to get a glimpse of his thoughts. All that greeted you now was hunger. Such intense lust your gaze fell away to look at his feet.

"Y/N look at me..." Benimaru orders and you slowly look back up. "I need you to tell me this is what you want." You knew you were no longer thinking clearly. At this moment the atmosphere had shifted. A moan escapes your lips when his knee spreads your legs apart. "Well?" Benimaru waits patiently for your reply.

"Fuck me like a whore then." You whisper shocked at the words spilling out of your mouth.

"That's a good girl." Benimaru grins, his teeth flashing as he suddenly takes hold of your waist and lifts you up with ease. You feel so weak in his arms struggling to maintain the grasp on your cellphone as he sits you on the edge of his desk.

You watch as he walks to his door and closes it. "Are you sure?" Benimaru asks his hand on the lock and you nod suddenly all you could think about was how it feels to be railed by your best friend. With a cocky smirk he locks the door.

You take a shallow breath as he licks his bottom lip walking back over to stand above you. You shout out when he lifts you up, wasting no time pulling off your dress pants and tossing them to the ground. You cry out when his fingers run along your inner thigh. "Try not to be too loud." Benimaru says as he shifts your body forward and pulls off your lace panties. You blush when he spreads your legs and kneels in front of you. "The little slut is already so wet. You're so disgusting."

"Fuck...." You groan when he cups your ass dragging your pussy to his face harshly. You try to keep your moans down by clasping your hand over your mouth as you feel his tongue across your folds. Your mind is mush as he sucks greedily on your clit. Your back arches as he shoves a finger deep inside your cunt not giving you time to even catch your breath. He was merciless as he curved his finger just right. It wasn't long before you felt your body clenching. "Shit... I'm already about to cum..." you whine and just as you are about to fall apart he slowly removes his finger and looks up at you.

You stare back in disbelief as he brings his finger to his mouth and sucks your juices clean. "Call him and cancel. Then I'll let you cum." Your mouth is open, unsure of how to respond. He grabs your phone holding it up to you. With shaky arms you take it from him. You unlock the phone and pull up your contacts. You got to text him but Benimaru pinches your thigh. "I said to call him. Sending a text is rude."

"But..." you go to protest but Benimaru slaps your thigh causing you to groan. You try to gather your thoughts through the delicious pain of the strike. You bite your inner cheek as you click on Obi's contact and press call.

"Put it on speaker." Benimaru orders and you stare down at him nervously. You click the speaker with just one dark look from him. "Good girl..." You bite back a groan at his small praise.

"Y/N!" Obi's voice rang out full of excitement. You frown a bit at his cheery demeanor. Benimaru stares as you take a deep breath.

"Hey! Look, I want to apologize. I won't be able to make it tonight." You say and there is a small silence as you wait for a response. Before you could apologize again you feel your legs being spread and you look at Benimaru shaking your head no feverishly. He simply smirks at you as you attempt to fight his hold on your legs.

"Cute..." Benimaru whispers then attacks your clit with vigor. You clench your hand into a fist to keep your moans at bay.

"It's fine! We can reschedule right?" Obi says you hear that his usual positive tone had been brought down a bit. Just as you go to respond Benimaru shoves two fingers deep into your pussy as he softly bites down on your sensitive bud.

"Beni!!" You shout and hoped to whatever higher power it didn't sound sexual. Your eyes roll back as he pumps in and out of you.

"Ooo Beni are you keeping her late again?!" Obi asks with such sweet innocence it makes you feel even worse.

With one last good nibble Benimaru lifts his head up to respond, a sick enjoyment glints in his eyes as he watches your face. "Yeah per usual I'm the bad guy." You bite your lip hard causing the skin to tear as he curls his fingers and adds another.

"O my god..." you mutter and almost lose your hold on your phone. "Such an asshole..." you groan as your legs begin to shake.

"Hey Y/N don't be too hard on him. Though it may not seem like it, he is doing great things for the city." Sweet Obi says and Benimaru laughs almost sadistically.

"You're too kind Obi. Truly!" Benimaru says as he continues to show you no reprieve. "Don't worry buddy I'll make sure our Y/N has been taken care of." You try to glare at him but your body works against you as your back arches up.

"Thanks! Well I guess I'll figure something else out. You two have a goodnight! And don't overwork yourselves!" Obi says but you barely hear him. Your pussy clenches harshly against Benimaru's fingers and you know you're not going to be able to keep quiet. Just as your orgasm crashes over you Benimaru leans over and swallows your moan with his mouth, kissing your breath away.

"Shh..." Benimaru whispers and you whine. "Yeah goodnight." He takes the phone and hangs up for you as you shake from the aftermath. "You're so adorable like this." You are speechless as he brings his lips back to yours. His tongue laying claim to the inside of your mouth, your mind still hazy you give into him with no resistance.

Leaving you a panting mess he lifts up from the passionate kiss, you feel your cheeks flushed as he grins down at you. "Don't you feel like such a bitch right now. Letting me make you cum while poor Obi is none the wiser." You frown and he harshly pinches your chin. "You don't deserve him. Instead you deserve to have my cock shoved in your mouth. Now get on your fucking knees and let me use you."

You stare up at him defiantly, suddenly regaining some of your confidence back. "Beni... You said you would scratch my itch. Not the other way around." Benimaru's gaze darkens at your attitude. Before you could blink he lunges and grasps your throat.

"Don't act like you don't get off on choking on cock. Remember we know everything about each other." Benimaru groans as you let out a mewl as his fingers tightened. "Now on your fucking knees." Your fingers dig into his forearm as he blocks your airways. When dots begin to form in your vision he finally lets go. "Look at that... fuck you love it..."

Your entire body shakes as you take in heavy breaths, you still hold onto his arm for stability as you ride out the rush of tingles traveling from your head to your toes. "I-..." you try to say something but instead you can't help but just whimper. Benimaru simply watches you as you attempt to gain control of your limbs back, biting his lower lip. "Stop... mmmm fuck... looking at me like that..."

Benimaru grins and his gaze almost becomes endearing as you scold him. A foreign feeling overcomes you and your heart races. You huff to fight back the heat in your cheeks, "You look stupid!" You glare at him which causes him to cross his arms. A mischievous expression was evident on his face.

"You are beautiful..." Benimaru says out of thin air and you get a weird sensation to run away. You shuffle your feet and suddenly realize how exposed you are, your arms go to cover any bare skin.

"Fuck off Beni! You're such a dick for messing with me like that." You stand and go to shove him but he easily takes hold of your arms tugging you into an embrace. You fight against it at first but his overwhelming presence eventually causes you to give into him.

"That's it...." Benimaru softly hums and you bite the inside of your cheek. "Even brats like you deserve praise yeah..." You feel him chuckle his big body vibrating against yours. You look up at him about to curse him out once more but get lost in his eyes instead. Before you could speak his lips were back on your own.

This kiss felt different. It was just as quick and his tongue was just as forceful. But there was something so desperate and all encompassing. As if it was more than lust driving the action. "Beni..." you moan against it and he lets out a deep groan at the way you called his name. You pushed as much of yourself against him as you could wanting to be as close as possible.

"Fuck I need you right now..." Benimaru growls out, he roughly takes hold of the back of your neck. You make a strange feral sound as he positions you facing away, bending you over his desk. You heard him unbuckle his belt but your mind was in a haze. You no longer give any resistance as he positions you how he wants you. "It pisses me off you were going to look like this for a dumbass like Obi." A sharp smack across your ass causes you to flinch.

"Wait, are you jeal..." You went to mock him but your voice was cut short as his large hands gripped your waist from behind. Not giving you time to adjust his frame slams into you taking any thoughts from your mind within seconds. Your cunt clenched around him, overcome by his size.

"Fuck!!" You both shout in unison. You feel Benimaru's breath on your neck, he doesn't move. His hold on you tight as if he was trying to anchor himself. "Beni... are you ok?" You whisper your voice quivers. "Ngh..." you whine when his teeth bury into your shoulder.

Benimaru kisses softly at the flesh he had just pierced then lifts up his lips against your ear, "You feel better than I imagined you would..." His voice was raspy causing goosebumps to form along your body. Your eyes widen at his confession but before you could really comprehend what he had just said your front half is forced down aggressively, arching to him.

Your usual overthinking mind fades to a hum as he thrust back and then violently shoves back in. You claw at the wooden desk as Benimaru's pace is unrelenting. "That's it, just shut up and take it..." Ruthlessly he pounds into you and you can only scream. Your limbs become completely useless, his muscles strain to keep both of you upright. Your pussy accepts the rough treatment and you feel yourself falling quickly into another orgasm.

"Mmm keep clenching around me like that..." Benimaru groans, you no longer recognize your friend who's tone was usually always bored. He sounded a bit crazed. "You filthy... filthy... whore..." Your eyes roll back at his degradation, "I want to ruin you for anyone else..." You cry out when his pace increases even more. You feel tears at the corner of your eyes when his nails dig into your hips.

"Benimaru..." You call out his full name as your cunt pulsates around his cock. "Fuck... fuck... I'm cumming..." No fight remained in you as he fucked you through your high. "I... can't..." You tried to keep yourself on your toes but your legs were shaking. You look back and the wild glare that met you made you suck in a breath.

"Ooo sweet Y/N... I'm not done with you..." He smiles but it's almost cruel. "You wanted this..." You whimper when he grasps onto your hair harshly. "Now show me how good you can be for me, yeah..." You yelp when he lets go and you fall forward. Your cunt clenches around the air and you feel your cum slide down your thighs when he pulls out. Before you could respond his arm wraps around your waist lifting you up and turning to face him. Your ass landing on the cold wooden surface. Benimaru's fingers were back around your throat. "You should be ashamed of the lewd faces you're making for your best friend."

Benimaru's other hand slides up your thigh and his long fingers are shoved into your needy pussy, you blush at the pathetic sound you make. "Your... you're such an asshole..." You feel yourself crying and Benimaru looks down at you with such a sadistic expression your blood runs cold. You gasp when he leans down and licks the trail of wetness on your cheek.

"You fucking love it...." Benimaru actually laughs and you nod like a fool. "You are something else..." Benimaru bites your lower lip as he removes his fingers and yanks your thighs wider apart.

"Wait..." you timidly place your arms against his shoulders, lean forward to whisper into his ear, "I want to choke on your cock..." You see him swallow heavily at your words. Benimaru slowly steps back searching your face to make sure this was what you really wanted. You point to his office chair with a sloppy grin, "Sit."

"Yes ma'am..." Benimaru feigns submission as he casually takes a seat, his eyes never leaving you. You hop off the desk and saunter to stand in front of him. "Aren't you a little temptress..." Benimaru coos as you drop to your knees and look up through your eyelashes.

Benimaru wears a smug grin. You want to wipe it right off his face. Without dropping eye contact you lower your mouth onto his already throbbing cock. You hear him take in a shuddered breath as you sucked on the tip, his eyes now lowering. You stick out your tongue and take him into your mouth even deeper, feeling his body tremble.

You take your time and feel his frustration when his fingers go to grasp the base of your hair. You smirk and he glares down, not amused. "Fucking..." Benimaru groans as you take him deeper at a slow pace and swallow around him. "Brat..." Then his hold tightens and you lose what little control you had as he fucks your face aggressively. Your eyes filling with tears and drool coating your mouth, you ignore the discomfort. Turned on by how much he was affected by you choking on his dick.

You moan as you feel his cock pulsate in your mouth, knowing he was close to release. But as you prepare for it he shoves your face down into his lower stomach and stops moving. His whole body tense you could tell he was edging himself. "I want to cum deep inside of you..." He rasps out his deep tired voice makes you tremble. You whine as he removes himself from your mouth.

Struggling to breathe but somehow finding your voice, "You were inside me..." Benimaru rolls his eyes and the soft banter felt familiar to how you usually teased each other.

"Don't act stupid." Benimaru takes hold of your chin tightly as you still kneel between his thighs. You gave him a mischievous grin and before you could comprehend what was going on you were shoved back. You gasp as you try to catch yourself before falling on your butt. "Stupid and clumsy..." Benimaru had caught you by the throat before completely falling over.

You make an annoyed noise as he stands tugging you up with him. It was you turn to shove him away and he laughed as you escaped his clutches. "You're a condescending egotistical asshole." This makes him look over at you still wearing a sly smile. You begin to back up as he stalks towards you.

As your back hits the wall he surrounds you, "You like it. I mean we have been best friends for a long time. You're not a sunny walk in the park yourself." You glare at him and he laughs.

"How long have you wanted to fuck me?" You say sternly as his hands travel to your waist. Benimaru looks a bit shaken by your question, which was a rare sight. He easily recovers back to his stoic demeanor as he lifts you up and your legs wrap around his waist.

Benimaru rubs his cock along your still slick folds and a moan escapes your lips, your eyes lower and you begin to forget what you had said, craving for him to be inside you again. "The day you stood up to me and put me in my place. I've wanted to see you fall apart for me ever since."

Benimaru groans as he shoves himself deep within you. Your head falls back and eyes close at the sweet sensation. "Look at me..." His breathy voice is stained, having you edge him a few seconds prior. You glance back into his eyes but you struggle to keep them open as he slowly begins thrusting.

"Beni..." You whine wanting him to move faster, your arms wrap around his wide shoulders as your nails caress his back. Benimaru's expression was intoxicating once you called out his name. It was like you could see to the battle in his mind to keep control.

"Fuck..." He moans as he maintains eye contact, both of you out of breath and needing more. "Trouble is seeing you like this..." He pushes deeper and stops, he leans in and whispers against your ear, "a broken mess..." You dig your nails into his flesh causing him to tense up, "has made me one to..." You scream out as his teeth dig into your neck.

"Fuck thank you!" You moan out as he slams back and fucks you harshly against the wall. In a delirious state both of you viciously kiss and suck on any flesh that you could reach. Your legs shake uncontrollably as you try and maintain your hold from his quick pace. Both of you were no longer able to hush the sounds escaping. You felt your orgasm building and his cock twitch as your pussy clenched. Both of you make a desperate moan as you reach climax together, Benimaru using the wall and your body to keep from falling himself as his muscles tighten.

Flushed and sweating you cling to each other for support from the strain. "If I let you down will you be able to stand?" Benimaru asked, his tone soft. You unwrap your legs but his arms stay around your hips as you feet touch the floor. You grip onto his forearm as they buckle beneath you exhausted.

"Shit... I'm pathetic." You laugh as he helps you to his chair and picks up your clothes.

"You know you don't have to be afraid to look weak in front of me. If you need help just ask." He then helps you dress and you are unsure of how to respond. "You are tough and assertive. I love that about you. But I see when you're hurting even though you hide it well."

You swallow heavily at his statement and watch as he puts back on his clothes. "You see me don't you?" Your voice quivers and you hate it.

Benimaru laughs and kneels in front of you. He cups your face in his hands and nods. "I've always seen you." You smile and something inside you opens up. You have always trusted him but this was beyond that.

"Beni..." You whisper and he looks so enamored. "What does this mean?" You nervously bite your lip. Showing him a weaker side of yourself. The side that always tells you you're not good enough.

"Whatever you want it to. If you want to pretend this never happened..." He glances away, unable to look at you, "I will accept that." Even though he tells you this, you see sadness. "But if you want to explore what this is a bit more. I am all yours."

#benimaru x reader #smut #best friend #spicy fic #fanfiction #anime fanfic #benimaru smut #rough smut #i like it rough #degrading language

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flowersarefreetherapy · 10 months

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The Light at the End

CW: Degrading language, threat of death, fear of death, vaguely implied noncon, pet whump, BBU-typical setting

“Please,” he whispers, clawing weakly at the door. “Please, please don’t . . . I can be good, I can be better, I’m good for you! You said I was good . . .”

Good. Good. Good. Good.

Good.

He’s good. They’ve all told him he’s good. All of them. From the handlers who know just how to push him to the edge, kneeling in a pool of his own blood, to the other trainees with their sharp teeth and even more dangerous hunger that shreds skin from his bones and leaves fuzzy pleasure in its wake.

He’s good.

Perfect. Attractive. Handsome. Good.

Good.

“Please,” he breathes. “Please, please, I was good!”

It’s been days. No one has come to see him. They say his training is done. They say he is good and perfect and there is nothing more to do. They say he is the perfect Romantic. And they whisper under their breath how no one cares about him. No one has even looked at him. No one wants to buy him.

A Pet without a master. He’s nothing. Stupid. Broken. Useless.

“. . . Please, please, please, please . . . I can be good, I’m good, I’m not my own, I belong to my master, I’m not my own, I belong to my master.”

He repeats the phrases, the repetition soothing his shattered nerves. No one hears him. No one has heard him before. No one cares about him.

“Please,” he whispers. “Please, I can be good. Please.”

He’s whining. Like an abandoned dog. He’s seen those before, in the movies they’re allowed to watch. A Romantic, who ran away from his home, huddling in an alleyway with an abandoned dog for company until he goes back to his master. His master who welcomes him in with a hug and a warm bath and reminders of who he belongs to. What he would give to have that same softness directed towards him.

Welcome home. I want you. Let me take care of you. Good.

Good. He can be good.

“Please, I can–”

The door slides open. He’s on his knees instantly, staring up at his handler. The man rolls his gray eyes–such a pretty color and he wonders if his hair is dyed to match or if it’s natural– and ruffles his hair.

“Hey there, 22,” Handler Jason says. “You alright?”

“Please, handler,” he whispers, scooting closer. “Please, I-I can be good, please, please, just don’t leave-”

“Leave? You silly goose. I’m not going to leave.”

“Please,” he whimpers. “Has-has someone chosen me?”

Handler Jason crouches down and holds out his arms. He crawls into the embrace, curling against his handler’s chest and whimpering. Handler Jason’s hands rest on his arms, warm against his chilled skin, rubbing gently as he fights back tears.

“You’ve been very good,” Handler Jason softly says. “You’ve been a perfect little pet and I’m so proud of how far you’ve come.”

His next sob is muffled into Handler Jason’s arm, choking as he fights back another one. He’s seen this happen before. The girl down his hall who screamed and cried, begging words he couldn’t hear. She disappeared the next morning. It’s going to happen to him.

“But I won’t be seeing you again. I’ll miss you, 22. You’ve been a perfect boy for me.”

He whines, gripping the handler’s rough jacket as tightly as he can. The light is too bright, the world too loud, everything overwhelming as Handler Jason’s nails brush over his skin.

They’re going to kill him. They’re going to take him away and kill him because no one wants him. No one wants a pet like him. He’s not pretty enough, not desirable enough, not good enough. Not enough.

“Because someone bought you!” Handler Jason leans back, beaming at him. “Someone paid a pretty penny for your little ass.”

He stares at him, blinking as his brain struggles to process the words. Someone wants me? Someone wants me? I’m desirable?

Someone wants me!

“Come on. Smile for me, 22. At least try and look happy. Heard you whining all about it before I came to help you. Such a sad little pet. And think about how happy you’ll be now, having a master.”

“I have a master,” he whispers against his handler’s chest. “I have a master!”

“Yeah, you do, little goofball.” Handler Jason ruffles his hair, nails scratching against his scalp. He melts into the touch, whining low in the back of his throat. “You’ll be going soon. I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he breathes. “I’ll miss, um, your knife.”

Handler Jason chuckles. “I thought you would. No one else makes you feel like I do, do they?”

“No, handler.”

His fingers twist sharply in his hair and he arches his back, a low whine slipping free. His heart races. Is there going to be more? Will he bleed under his handler’s knives as he has time and time before? The very thought has his blood rushing hot through his veins.

“That’s not the correct answer, 22. Your master is going to make you feel the same way, and you’re going to be good for him.”

“Yes,” he gasps, nodding desperately. Doing so pulls his hair tighter and he fights to keep his breathing even. “Yes, handler. I will be very good.”

“I know. I know. You’ve been so good and learned so well. I know you’ll be perfect for your new master.”

He nods, curling as close to his handler as he can. He’s not going to die. He’s loved. Someone chose him. Someone wants him. Someone is going to take care of him and make sure he has a good life. He’s been chosen.

I’ll be good. I’ll be very good.

#cameron #degrading language #fear of death #threat of death #implied noncon #pet whump #bbu #bbu universe

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ashintheairlikesnow · 1 year

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No More No

CW: Dehumanizing language, medical abuse, medical whump, Facility whump, defiant whumpee, sadistic whumper, Some references to noncon

Nova’s pieces can be found in this masterlist

For @amonthofwhump, day 9: Medical abuse

"Here we go, little lady, time for round two. Just be a good girl and lay back for me, okay?"

"No! I don't want it, no, you can't make me, not again, not again, no!"

"Hey, now. You're not supposed to know that word-"

"No, no, not the needle, no no no-"

Her voice cut off when the asshole's hand smacked into her forehead, forcing her writhing body back against the padded bench. Some fucking doctor, she thought, kicking out and nearly succeeding before he ducked, the sides of his white coat flapping under the cold florescent lights. She felt her big toe just graze his brown hair and bared her teeth in a snarling hostile grin, her own thick, long black hair hanging in her face like a demon ready to drag him to the depths.

"What the fuck, did she not finish her first round?"

"No," The trainee's handler said, frowning more in confusion than anger. "She did. She was fine, coming along nicely, until she just lost her shit yesterday. She mentioned a cousin."

"They don't have cousins."

"Yeah, hence me signing her up for another round. Come on, Ninety-Seven, you know better than this. You've been my sweet soft girl for two weeks, what happened, huh?"

"Maybe I just got sick of eating you out-"

"Ninety-Seven! I can handle some rebellions, but crude language is subject to severe consequences for you!" Her primary handler grabbed her right wrist with gloved hands. She made quick work of jamming it up above her head and locking it into the restraints, the magnets catching with a strength 445097 couldn't fight, not at this angle.

She yanked at her wrist anyway, just to hear the little chain rattle, and tried to throw a punch. "I'll use whatever fucking crude shitty language I want!"

Handler Abernathy pulled just out of reach, some wispy brown hair escaping her severe bun to frame her face. It made the trainer pause at the unexpected softness it gave to her handler's usual severity.

"I don't want the needle," She said, plaintive now, trying for the soft puppy voice, I'll be good now sound that everyone seemed to like from her. She couldn’t make tears well up, but she could put the tremble of them into words. "Please… please, Handler, no."

Handler Abernathy softened, just a little. “Ninety-Seven-”

"Too bad." The stupid doctor grabbed at her other wrist and this time her heel caught his chin, sending him stumbling backwards, knocking over the tray of syringes and pale, faintly colored liquids lined up there. "Jesus Christ! That bitch-"

"Back off, Bill, let me get her handled," Handler Abernathy said, voice thin with effort as she managed to evade 444097's flailing legs and get her other wrist secured. "She does better for me anyway. Don't you, babygirl?"

"Please, please, not the needle, I can train without it, I can learn-"

"Hey. Hey, sweetie." Abernathy's glove was cool where the leather touched her cheek. The trainee raised her chin and opened her mouth for the kiss, Abernathy's lips picking up the trainee's expertly applied lipstick. She lowered her eyelashes, heavy with mascara. Her breath came in pants that raised her chest up and down, just brushing the front of Abernathy's black WRU handler uniform.

The oversized t-shirt meant she couldn't use it entirely to her advantage, but she tried. Sometimes a show of being overcome would soothe the handlers, calm them, get her what she wanted or just out of trouble.

"There we go." Handler Abernathy dropped to a whisper, lips moving against the trainee's cheek. "You'll be good for Dr. Bill, right? It's just a little prick."

"Not that little," Dr. Bill said, a little affronted.

"I meant the needle, dumbass." Abernathy groaned, closing her eyes in brief annoyance. "Just get it going, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah. She knocked all of it over, give me a second." Bill rifled through a cabinet in the small exam room while Abernathy turned back to the trainee and smiled.

"Here we go, sweetie. Just give me that pretty little ankle… here we go…" The trainee swallowed, watching as Abernathy moved her foot into the stirrup and buckled her ankle in place, then did the same with her other leg. "There's my good girl. There she is. Much better, right?"

"Handler… I-I don't want the needle, please, I promise I don't remember anything, it was a mistake…" She jerked her left ankle but all it did was rattle in place. She tried to tear up, next, but she couldn't seem to make the tears come, no matter how her voice trembled. "I don't need it, I don't…"

"Ninety-Seven." Abernathy shook her head, tucking those stray little hairs the trainee had thought so pretty back behind one ear. "We all know you're lying right now. It's what your kind does. You start acting up with aberrant memories, we have to wipe them away again."

The trainee's eyebrows furrowed. "Handler." Her voice was a whimper, a whine. "Please, Handler, no…"

"There's that word again." Abernathy sighed, disappointed. "Bill, get her hooked up. Don't worry, babygirl. Just a couple of days should do it. Then… no more cousin, no more bad girl behavior, and no more no, huh?"

"Fuck you." She dropped the sad eyes and spat, watching with a thin thread of satisfaction as Handler Abernathy wiped the saliva from her cheek.

The doctor snorted. "Better for you, huh? Doesn't seem like it."

"Oh, shut up."

There was nothing she could do - the trainee could only shake in the restraints as Bill came over, humming cheerfully with an IV bag on a roller full of a cloudy liquid. The trainee's eyes latched onto the sight of it as her heart started to race.

"No, no please, please please please my name is my number I'm a pet not a person, I know, I know, I signed up for this all pets legally consent to giving up their former failed identities in exchange for a safe secure home and future I know what you want me to think, I know!"

"I know you do, baby, I know." Abernathy smiled, taking her chin in hand and turning her to look into her handler's sparkling eyes, drinking in her fear and helplessness as Bill wiped something cold and tingling along the crook of her elbow. "But, listen to me, honey. Listen. Say 'yes, Miss, I'm listening."

Now, the tears came.

The trainee's lower lip trembled as she swallowed and then said, in a whisper, "I'm l-listening, M-Miss…"

"Good girl. I know you know all the right things to think, to say. But…"

The pinch of the needle made her flinch, and Abernathy leaned forward to kiss her. Her handler's lips were soft but pressed hard, swallowing her whimper as the needle was placed and the first rush of cold fluid raced through her blood toward her pounding heart.

"We need to make sure," Handler Abernathy murmured, pressing one more quick kiss before pulling back, "that you don't remember any of the wrong things to think and say, either."

"Please… p-please, no, please don't make me do this again!"

Handler Abernathy turned and left the exam room, her boots clomping loudly across the floor. The tears came, now, and the trainee could barely see through them and her hair as the doctor grinned at her, staying behind to watch, for just a moment, as the trainee's muscles felt heavier by the second.

Once she slumped backwards, the doctor stepped up close.

"Be a good girl and just chill here for a while, okay?" He patted the side of her face. Each soft touch felt like a blow.

"Don't… don't leave me al, alone, please-"

"I'll come back once that perfect pretty head is so empty you can hear the wind blow right through it." He gave her hip a squeeze, then patted her thigh like the flank of a horse before he turned and walked out, too.

The door buzzed locked behind him.

Her eyes were already drifting closed, the Drip taking its terrible hold. The small sweet face she had been holding in her mind, of a cousin she had known, whoever she had been, was already fading.

"Don't-... D-Don't leave me al, alone…"

There was no one left to listen.

@eatyourdamnpears @sableflynn @orchidscript @whump-tr0pes @burtlederp @arlinthesnep @finder-of-rings @hackles-up

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ftmratman · 2 years

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Feeling like such a filthy slut right now. 😳 It would be a shame if someone fucked my mouth with their fingers or their dick while I got pathetically turned on from that. And it would be absolutely awful if they noticed and mocked me for it and that would only turn me on more.

#degrade me #not sfw #ns/fw #nsft #objectify me #asks are welcome #ftm nsft #ftm sub #degrading language #self degradation

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sweetness-whispered · 1 year

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i want them to talk to me like the dumb puppy i am. let them coo down at me with their fingers in my cunt as i whine and writhe and beg my hardest to cum for them. "you're such a dumb boy, aren't you? so wet and loud for me, and you wanna cum on my fingers so bad. just a sweet, needy puppy 🖤"

#queer nsft #transmasc #nsft puppy #petpl@y #degrading language #text post #nsft

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selfaware-stalker · 10 months

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i got the wierdest kink for pathetic people.

watching a video of a grown ass man who cant do math and hes winnning about it.

like why are you using your brain you dumb bitch lemme fuck it out

#dumbification #mtf nsft #degrading language #nsft #selfaware hornypost

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needysinner · 1 year

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casual degrading >>>>>>> anything else

while we’re having a conversation just remind me how cute i look on my knees. randomly tell me how you’d love to use me. turn me on and get me riled up just to completely ignore me and carry on a normal conversation. tell me my existence turns you on, how you think about fucking me. tell me how cute my little tdick is compared to yours. please just fucking bully me it’s such a turn on

#d speaks #ftm nsft #ftm sub #ftm bottom #t4t #degrading language

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ashintheairlikesnow · 2 years

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The Same Bed: Reunion

CW: Intimate whumper, creepy whumper POV, noncon touching, some brief vague references to past dubcon/noncon, derogatory language/dehumanizing language, whumpee recaptured, drugging

When Owen arrives, Kauri is sitting on a park bench.

The setting sun is a brilliant bloody red. You can’t smell the smoke from the wildfires in San Francisco, they’re farther away than that and the wind isn’t blowing the right direction, but you can see them reflected in the sunsets and the wisps of clouds that try to block it out. The light has an eerie orange-gold quality, and Owen pulls into a parking spot and just sits, looking over the man who ran from him almost ten years ago.

Light like this calls for a soundtrack, some low and rumbling. Building tension for the killer to leap out of the nearby bushes. But the only soundtrack is the radio, playing a cheery 80's dance-pop song Owen only vaguely recognizes.

It's jarring, unsettling, and he turns the radio off entirely.

Sitting on a park bench next to the path, a scattering of trees behind him and a field of grass whispering to itself as the blades shift in the salt-sea breeze, is Kauri. The bay is vaguely audible, somewhere close by but not quite in sight, not from here. Just a soft rush of water, reminding the world that it is here, cutting away the land, second by second pulling sand back to itself, deep into the sea.

Kauri’s jaw is less soft and subtle now, it looks carved nearly from stone. His hair falls in the usual messy mop of wild black curls, but it’s a little shorter than it used to be. Back then, Owen decided his hair’s length and style, he had liked it longer than this.

Too bad there probably won’t be time to grow it out again.

He sits with his hands in his lap, spine straight, wearing an oversized hoodie and charcoal-black jeans with holes worn in the knees, battered and beat-up black-and-white checked shoes on his feet. He looks… so much like Vince. Or like Vince’s homeless younger brother, fallen on hard times.

“That’s him?” Hanson’s voice breaks Owen out of his reverie.

“That’s him,” Owen confirms. His hands are gripped white-knuckle tight to the steering wheel. He has to carefully uncurl his fingers one by one by one by one, aching as the tension is released. “He’ll have someone around, so keep an eye out. Probably the one fucking him. Easy to get too attached once you’ve had your dick in my Kor-Bore.”

There’s a pause, and then Hanson says, “Clearly,” in a carefully neutral voice.

Owen ignores the flare of rage at the judgment he’s sure Hanson is hiding. It doesn’t matter - he’ll have both his Vinces soon enough, he can give Hanson the last third of his payment and never see him again. He looks around, carefully, and sees a beat-up car a few spots down with a man inside. He doesn’t know the guy, not from this angle and from this far away, but he knows the boiling rage that opens and closes the man’s hands. He knows the intensity of the stare leveled Kauri’s way.

“There he is,” Owen murmurs, and Hanson nods. He gets out of the passenger side, a hand on the gun carefully worn at his belt, ready to draw. Owen has one, too, just in case - not that he’s great with guns, but he does well enough. Goes to the range every week or so, tries to unload his stress there.

It doesn’t help.

Not until he started picturing Vince’s face with every pull of the trigger.

When Owen steps out of the car, straightening up and heading that direction, Kauri’s pretty blue eyes swing to him. His hands tighten into fists where they sit carefully on his thighs, his shoulders lower and his chin raises. But Owen thinks he sees Kauri’s jaw trembling, just a little bit.

How much will he shake, later, under Owen’s hands? How hard will he fight for air? It won't make any difference. He'll still be Owen's, in the end, right to the very last second and even afterward.

“Hey, Kor-Bore,” Owen says, keeping his voice casual, uncaring. He watches the shudder run through Kauri’s body from head to toe with a mix of delight and irritation - Kauri used to love that nickname. Didn’t he?

Didn’t he always say he loved it?

“Where’s Nat?” Kauri asks, instead of greeting him. He doesn’t move from the bench, but his eyes flicker to the side and back, catching the sight of Hanson lurking, watching the other car without trying to hide it. “You-... you said-”

“When I get you back,” Owen says, putting his hands up, showing how harmless he is, never mind the gun tucked into the back of his pants under his shirt. “Then we drive her and her pet to the outskirts of Berras and dump her at a bus stop.”

“He’s not her pet-”

“Shut up, I’m talking. Are you supposed to interrupt me? Were you trained to interrupt me, Romantic?"

Kauri swallows, hard. Owen watches his Adam’s apple bob. “... no.”

“Damn straight. In any case, you’ll be busy, but don’t worry, Kauri, you know I don’t mind letting you get in a goodbye. And you know I don’t want to kill anyone, or hurt anyone, if I can just have you. No one else has to get hurt if you come along with me.”

“You’ll hurt me, though.”

“Yeah.” Owen smiles, flashing perfect white teeth, obscenely perfect, in a wide smile. “I will. But just until I’m done.”

"When you're... when you're done?"

"Yeah. But then you won't hurt anymore, so that's good, right?"

"Sure." Kauri's voice is faint, and he has to clear his throat to find it again. His head tips to one side. "And... and Vince? Will you hurt him, too?"

“Too late for that, you should see what he looks like right now. Fucking hot shit like blood running down his face, you know? Just like I remembered... but nobody else gets hurt. Just you two." He holds out a hand, like when he would urge Kauri out of bed, folding those long thin fingers in his own larger hand, pulling Kauri to him for a good morning kiss, enjoying the soft laughter he’d receive and thinking of Vince, wondering why Vince never laughed that way, with him.

Sometimes he’d push Kauri right back into bed and slot himself between those pretty legs, feel Kauri’s ankles hook behind his back, and listen to him laugh and moan and whimper and beg. It had been an amazing way to start the day.

Kauri’s eyes close, slowly. He takes a deep breath.

Owen wonders if he’s thinking about the mornings, too. How much fun they'd had, before Kauri got all those fucking ideas and took them all way too far.

Kauri pushes himself up to his feet, moving forward with the inevitability of any death, and puts his hand in Owen’s.

His fingers are cold.

Owen pulls them to his lips, breathing hot and feeling them twitch in his grip. “Your man over there going to try and fuck this up?” He asks, in a whisper. He kisses Kauri’s fingertips one by one, and his eyes are locked on the wide, warm blue.

Almost identical to Vince.

Almost.

He’ll cut them out, he thinks, before he lets Kauri die. Only Vince should get to die with those eyes.

“No,” Kauri whispers.

Dark eyelashes lay long enough to just brush his cheek when he closes his eyes. One black curl hangs over his thick eyebrow on one side, breaking the line of his pale forehead. Owen leans forward to kiss the little furrow between his eyes, just above his nose.

Kauri’s nose wrinkles, but he doesn’t pull away. “He knows how important Nat is.”

“More important than you,” Owen says, voice low. He trails his mouth down, pressing a kiss to the tip of Kauri’s nose, to his cheek. He keeps it all light, grazing, just enjoying Kauri’s stillness, his acceptance.

“More important than me,” Kauri agrees, and when Owen pulls back there’s a slight, sad, wry smile on his beautiful face. “She’s saved a lot of lives, Owen. I’m just-... just-”

“Just a whore with delusions of grandeur,” Owen finishes for him, cutting him off and pressing a thumb to his lower lip.

“I-I wouldn’t have phrased it that way-” Owen pushes the thumb into his mouth and it cuts off his words, makes him choke and gag a little before he pulls it back out.

“Doesn’t matter. I paid for a slut, and you stayed one, huh? I mean, look at you. How much are you fucking the guy in the car?”

“... as often as he wants to.” Kauri, the little shit, doesn’t even look ashamed of himself for it.

"And who else?"

"Jesus, is this really the time-"

"I said, who else?"

“Him. Antoni." Kauri's eyes suddenly flare into a wildness, a defiance that sends rage boiling through Owen's blood. "Chris. Everybody, I fuck anybody and everybody, Owen, that's how much I fucking love being away from you. It's been, what, about a hundred guys in the past ten years or so? Maybe two hundred? Or three?” Kauri’s lips twist, and it’s like he’s trying to hold it back but can’t. Like he can’t stop himself. “Can't even keep them all straight, I don't even know what half of their names were any longer. They bought me drinks and I paid the way you trained me to pay, didn't I? Spread my legs, because I couldn't read and I couldn't get a job and I couldn't-... do anything else! You paid for a slut, right, you told me that all the time. You paid for a fucking whore who couldn’t say no, what the fuck did you think I would do if I escaped you? Illiterate sluts can’t exactly spend their time playing Scrabble, now can they? What was I supposed to do to stay alive, Owen?! What did you think-”

Owen grabs his throat, thumb pressing into the racing pulse under his jaw, watching his eyes widen in alarm and his defiance cut off like a switched-off radio. Hearing the soft cry of surprise and fear that escapes around his constricted airway. His hands come up to grab at Owen’s, at his wrist, scrabbling and digging bitten fingernails in, but he was never strong enough to stop him and that, at least, hasn’t changed.

“I never liked it when you got a tone with me, Kor-Bore,” He says, leaning forward until his forehead rests against Kauri’s. Until his wide blue eyes take up all of his vision, until he knows his own eyes are all that Kauri can see. He watches Kauri blink, rapidly, watches a tear run down his cheek on one side and then the other. "And I sure as fuck don't like you holding all that shit up to brag about it."

"I-I'm sorry-" Kauri whimpers, and Owen feels that familiar heat in his stomach again, pleasure just at the sound of his fear. "I'm sorry, Mr. Owen, I'm sorry-"

Behind him, he hears a car door slam. “Hey!” A deep voice calls out. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Stay right the fuck where you are,” Hanson snaps. “Get back in your fucking car.”

“I’m not here so I can watch him choke Kauri out right here, asshole!”

“I said get back in your fucking car!”

“Oh, Prince Charming got pissed off,” Owen teases, and there - for just a second, there’s anger again in Kauri’s eyes. But it’s gone as fast as it came, replaced by the fear.

Always, by the fear.

Owen loves the fear. He always did, even when he pretended otherwise. It had felt so good to see Vince afraid of him, over and over and over again, afraid and unable to escape like he had in real life. To reenact the story, and this time have it end Owen’s way, with someone beautiful in bed, underneath him, existing in a kind of limbo until he walked in the door.

Winking out of existence whenever Owen wasn’t looking directly at him. Curling into a ball whenever he wasn’t wanted.

“I’m sorry,” Kauri whispers, “That I s-spoke to you that way. Just-... just get me in the car, please. I want to see-... to say g-goodbye to Nat. I’ve already said goodbye to-... to him. Them."

“Right. One second. Just need to check…” Owen lets go, and works his hands into Kauri’s hair, fingers over his scalp. He works his way down to his neck, noting the way his pale skin is already reddening from Owen’s brief grip on it, and then he pats him down, along the arms and the sides. He lingers a little longer around the hips than altogether necessary, maybe lets his hand stray while he’s touching the insides of his thighs. Kauri holds perfectly still for him, eyes closed now.

He accepts the touch, but he doesn’t enjoy it.

He’s ruined for that, Owen thinks, but that’s okay. Kauri isn’t supposed to survive very long after he gets him back to Vince’s house anyway.

He doesn’t find any hidden weapons. Not even a phone.

Owen stands back up, leading Kauri to his car, opening the passenger door for him to slip inside. Once he’s there as well, he twists around to pull a box out of the backseat and flips open the top. Kauri sits with his hands in his lap again, staring fixedly at the bench he was on. Somewhere nearby, the bay is sparkling with reflected embers, the last hints of red light fading into the starless night.

He has to turn the dash light on, and watches Kauri jerk when he sees what’s inside the little cardboard box. “Owen-”

“It’s Mr. Owen, Kor-Bore.” Owen pulls the syringe out. It’s pre-loaded, he and Hanson had made sure it would be ready to go. The liquid inside is suspiciously, alarmingly clear. It could be anything. It could be death itself, and Kauri won’t know until he feels it in his veins.

“I-... Mr. Owen, what is-... I’m not going to try and run-... pl-please don’t-”

“Shut the fuck up. It’s a five-hour drive where we’re going, Kor-Bore, and you’re going to take a little nap for the journey.” He taps, making sure there aren’t any bubbles. “Take out that little packet and wipe the inside of your elbow with it. How long since you’ve had a needle in your arm, huh?”

Kauri’s jaw tightens, briefly, and then he looks away, opening the single-use antiseptic wipe and drawing it across the inside of his right elbow, eyes closed. He shivers at the feeling. “Since I-... since the last… since my surgery.”

“Really? You never got into any of the hard shit while you were slutting it up all over California?”

“Not needles. Only-... only pills, drinking...”

“Good choice. I’d just kill you right now if you got into that dirty needle shit. Here we go.” Owen takes Kauri’s arm in his hand, pulling it out straight. Kauri closes his hand into a fist as Owen ties it off below his bicep and feels for the vein. He knows how to do this, sort of, in theory. He’s acted in some medical shows, played a drug addict a time or two, and he’s had it done to him for blood draws at the doctor.

The needle slides into the skin easily enough, and he’s about… seventy percent sure he definitely hit the vein.

He depresses the plunger, and Kauri gasps, eyes opening wide, whites around the pretty blue. “It’s-... that’s from WRU-”

“Cold as shit when they go in, huh?” Owen laughs, and discards the needle back into the box, dumping the whole thing into the backseat. A drop of red blood sits at the crease of Kauri’s elbow, nearly black in the near-darkness, the dash light the only thing that adds a hint of red. Owen wipes it away and rubs it off on Kauri’s cheekbone, smearing a streak of red there through the drying tear tracks. “They do that on purpose, you know. It’s part of the development process. They want you to know you’re being drugged.”

Kauri licks at his lips, pulling his arm back to his side. “I know… I know that. My handler... my handler told me that."

“All right, Kor-Bore. Here we go.” His pretty Vince clone sits, silently, as Owen buckles him safely into his seatbelt. He stares back at the park bench when Owen’s hand touches his face and does nothing more than shiver a little when Owen’s fingers trace the side of his neck, find his collarbone, toy with the neckline of his hoodie. Owen has to pull it down to see the twisted scar.

“Was it worth it?” Owen asks, voice low. He leans forward and his lips move against Kauri’s hair. Soft, the heat of his body warming them when you get close to his scalp. Owen inhales deeply, the scent of Kauri’s inexpensive shampoo and whatever product he’s using these days. Kisses down to his earlobe, toying with a piercing there, lips around the small black hoop. “Going on TV, telling everybody all that bullshit, was it worth it? Was it worth it, to have to come back home with me?”

Kauri holds still for him, even when Owen’s hand drops, even when it moves between his legs, palming him idly. He even spreads his knees apart, slightly, in an easy conditioned obedience that he’s never entirely lost. “Seventy-eight,” He says, voice hoarse.

“What?” Owen’s hand pauses, a weight pressing over the fly of Kauri’s jeans. He pulls back and away from his ear.

“That’s how many people have been released since we did it. Another sixty-something investigations, they’ll probably get freed, too. There’s a law they’re going to pass making it not illegal anymore to help us. Making what Nat does, what Jake does… legit. Hell, they even found that one guy from Germany who was some guy’s homemade pet because of it a couple weeks ago.” Kauri shakes his head. “Chris is safe now, too. Really, truly safe. It was worth it.”

“But you aren’t safe.”

“No, but... but I wasn't going to be. It wasn't about making me safe, I lied about that. I lied to Jake, I knew I wasn’t ever safe. Not with you still… still looking for me. I wasn’t ever safe.”

“No. I never stopped looking for you.” Owen’s voice is low and loving, but Kauri doesn’t react to it like he used to. Those big eyes don’t search his for sincerity, he doesn’t blush or smile or seem pleased. He only tips his head back against the seat, slowly closing his eyes.

“I know,” He says. “It’s-... it’s kickin’ in, now. Just take me wherever you’re going. Just get it over with.”

Something about this isn’t right - Kauri was supposed to fight more than this, maybe. Or show more feeling, more emotion. This isn’t the script Owen had written. Instead, the drug makes him limp and he looks like he’s being dragged to a concert for a band he doesn’t like, not taken somewhere to go right back to the life he was designed for, made for, at least until Owen is done with him.

It’s with irritation that he rolls his window down. “Hanson, get in the car. We’re going.”

Hanson backs up until he’s at the door and gets in with the gun still in his hand. Owen looks over and sees a tall, muscular blond man leaning back against the hood of his own beat-up little junker of a shitty car, arms crossed, watching them.

Just... staring, as Owen backs up and out of the spot. Then he stands up, and walks with deliberate slowness to his own driver’s side door as Owen pulls out of the small parking lot, leaving him behind.

“Make sure he doesn’t follow us,” Owen says, under his breath. Hanson nods and twists around to look out the back windshield. But no headlights pull out behind them. Nothing happens.

They’re on the interstate in minutes, headed south, back towards Hollywood. They don’t notice an entirely different car that falls in with them, because it isn’t the car they’re watching for or any of the ones they've taken care to find out about over the past few weeks prepping for this. Just another vehicle on the road.

Beside him, Kauri’s breath goes slow and deep, and he slips under, the sedatives helping him into a heavy, unnatural sleep. He looks already dead, like this, except for the rise and fall of his chest.

It’s a practice run.

Owen takes glances at him, so he can kind of… prepare, for what it’s going to look like when even that chest isn’t moving any longer. Thinking over how he’ll arrange him, then, where he’ll keep him until he’s done with Vince, too.

“What do you think?” Hanson asks, settling back in to relax now that the initial danger is passed. Owen has to shake himself out of his daydream. “That guy going to leave us alone?”

“Oh, fuck no. He’s fucking Kauri, he won’t want to give that up. Kauri probably told him to go my condo, go rescue him there. I guarantee he’s going to drive like the goddamn devil and thinks he’ll surprise me when we get there.” He laughs, switching lanes without a signal, earning an angry honk from an SUV behind him. He flips his middle finger up automatically, even though it’s dark and she almost certainly can’t see him do it.

“He knows where your condo is?”

“Yeah, I bet he does. I mean. They’re not that hard to find.” Owen shrugs. “But that’ll be their plan. Pretend to be all good and easy like he used to be, and then a big strong man comes to save him.” He chuckles, dropping one hand to rest it on Kauri’s thigh. There’s no resistance, nothing but the slow and steady breathing beside him.

“Oh, Kor-Bore… You’re going to be so surprised,” Owen whispers to himself with a smile. “When I get you in that door and you realize it’s not my house I took you to. Who's going to save you when your Prince Charming goes to the wrong fucking house?"

Kauri’s head tips to the side, he hitches in a breath and exhales. Owen looks back at the road.

He doesn’t see the way Kauri smiles, reflected against the window.

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