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imjustasimpxd · 2 years

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All Actions Have Consequences | Chapter One

➬ Mafia Kento Nanami x Fem reader

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Pairing : Mafia Kento Nanami x fem reader

Summary : They say evil actions can be done with good intentions, this is especially true for Kento Nanami. Growing up, he was taught to always remain honest, respectful, and hard working. For the most part he was, that is, until being fired from his job forced him into a financial chokehold. Desperate to figure out a way to provide for his wife, Nanami crosses paths with the leader of his country’s biggest mafia empire, deciding to secretly work under them in order to make ends meet. We know desperate times call for desperate measures, but how long can Nanami hide this vile profession from his wife before it comes back to bite him?

Word count : around 1,800 words

Warnings : angst, family troubles, toxic parental relationship, insults on “not being wealthy”, lots of belittling and aggressive dialogue, classism.

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note : this fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is wholly mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.

“Are you almost ready?”

Nanami quickly turned his head around at the sudden voice, eyes narrowing in to see his soon to be father in law standing in the doorway of his dressing room.

“Just a few more minutes” Nanami flashed your father a wide grin, his face dazzling with excitement as he anticipated the long awaited event he was getting dressed for. “How is she?” He chirped, eyes glancing downwards in order to fix his tie.

“She’s almost done,” your father responded vaguely, his tone sounding notably annoyed as he stared down the blonde man with a glare.

It’s odd, usually, most fathers are joyful and proud when they hear their daughter is getting married, perhaps a little emotional as well. However, your father was the complete opposite. Instead of being excited to witness this meaningful event, he appeared to be bothered, angered even.

Nanami fully understood that your father had never approved of him, he was always intent on making that fact very clear, but Nanami still hoped he would have the decency to at least put on a smile for the wedding day. Nevertheless, your father seemed determined to make it known that he despised this marriage with his entire being, as if he hadn’t already expressed those feelings every day leading up to this one.

“I came because I need to talk to you.” Your father spoke up, reaching behind him to close the door so no one would hear the earful he was about to give your soon to be husband.

Nanami gulped nervously, desperate to maintain a calm and professional composure as he watched your father approach him from across the the room. “What is it?” He tried to give your father the benefit of the doubt by acting clueless to his intentions, hoping he would surprise him with a sudden change of heart.

Unfortunately, things didn’t turn out that way.

Despite Nanami’s wishes, your father had in fact not had a change of heart. Instead he took this opportunity to remind him once again just how undeserving of his daughter he felt Nanami was.

“I’m only letting this happen because I know she wants it, not because I approve.” Your father reminded him, as if he wasn’t already aware. “As long as I see she’s happy I won’t intervene. But if you ever wrong her in any way I’ll make sure you never see her again.” His tone was harsh and unforgiving, the look in his eyes, even more so.

Your father was always so quick to assert his dominance, to flaunt his position and power over Nanami, especially when it came to you. He took every opportunity he could to remind Nanami of his place in this world, that he was nothing more than a worthless man who wasn’t worthy of his daughter in the slightest.

Compared to the rich and powerful man your father was, Nanami never measured up. He didn’t grow up living the life you did where everything was handed to you, where you didn’t have to worry about a paycheck.

As a child, life was much more difficult for Nanami. With no biological father in the picture and a single mother desperately trying to make ends meet, Nanami was forced to grow up faster than a kid should be allowed to.

As an older teenager he worked multiple jobs, took unreasonably long hours, anything that would help lift the stress off his mother’s shoulders. When he finally helped her get to a stable point financially, he decided to go to college, majoring in business.

He quite literally believes that decision to be the best one of his life, strictly because that’s where he met you.

Just a naive little college girl who seemed embarrassingly out of place in a business class. Poor thing obviously didn’t want to be there, it was clear that she was neither good at this nor interested in it. But still, she stayed, making Nanami curious as to why.

“My father wants me to take over his business when I’m older..” was the exact answer Nanami received when he first asked you why you were taking that class.

Now he understood. This wasn’t your choice, you were being forced into this weren’t you? Told you were obligated to take over your father’s company and keep it alive despite your clear desire to do something else.

As Nanami got to know you more throughout your time in college, his tender heart only caved more and more when he learned of the harshness you were subjected to at home.

He smiled when you told him you dreamed of being an artist, how you wanted to use your talents to create something meaningful in this world. But that smile quickly withered away when he learned how unsupportive your father was of those dreams of yours. How you were told a career of that sort “wouldn’t make a decent living” and soon after forced into giving it up entirely to take on your father’s business.

Despite the kind and loving mask you made sure to wear every day, Nanami knew you weren’t happy. To him, you were still a child at heart, and he didn’t want you to lose that innocence he admired so much.

He told you to pursue your dreams, to never lose sight of them and to chase them with everything you had. But you were scared, you didn’t have the courage to defy your father despite how badly you wanted to follow your dreams.

“He told me I’m on my own if I chose to pursue art. I won’t have any more money coming from him if I refuse.” Nanami almost fainted as the words left your lips. To think a father could be so cruel as to withhold something like that from his own daughter for simply wanting to follow her heart.

“Don’t let him control you. It’s your life, you get to choose what you want to do with it, not him.” Nanami always reassured you that your life was your own, completely different from what you had been raised to believe.

“But what if I lose everything? What if he really does take the money away from me?” You wanted to go after your heart’s desires, but when your dad was unsupportive of them it made it hard to visualize that dream becoming a reality. Easier to just surrender your freedom and stay comfortable in that big estate you called your home than to put up a fight and risk losing your entire lifestyle, right?

“Then I’ll work instead okay? Even if I have to take multiple jobs, I’ll work so you don’t have to alright? If he takes away the money then I’ll make money for you! Just please, promise me you won’t give up on your dreams!” It was that night, when those words fell so effortlessly past his lips that you knew, you would marry this man.

Nanami was the anchor in that storm you called your home life, the light at the end of the tunnel you previously thought was dying out. He was always so encouraging and supportive, something you weren’t used to receiving.

Despite everyone else in your life, Kento Nanami saw you for you; not your social status, and definitely not your wealth.

However your father believed the opposite…

“You’re not using a scrap of anything she earns you hear me? You’ll provide for her with your own money.” Your father warned with a menacing tone, maintaining that deadly stare upon the man who would become his son in law after today.

“I understand.” A soft nod was given in response, a clear sign of Nanami’s desire to hold his tongue despite all the things he wished he could’ve blurted out.

“Thanks to you she won’t be able to support herself. Those worthless paintings you convinced her are so important won’t be nearly enough to allow her to make a decent living. So since you were so happy to make her think otherwise, you’re gonna have to be the one that makes the money in this marriage.” Your father didn’t hold back. There was not an ounce of mercy for the man standing before him. “I don’t care how hard it is or what you have to do to make ends meet, you make sure she’s taken care of alright? Otherwise I’ll drag her right back to our home without a second thought.”

In your father’s eyes, Kento Nanami was nothing more than a leech, a manipulator whose only goal was to earn your family’s wealth and fame by marrying you.

Nanami didn’t love you, not according to your father…

He figured the only explanation for you to want to be associated with a penniless beggar like him was because you had fallen victim to his trickery.

Oh how your father wished he could save you from this. To free you from your brainwashing and marry you off to someone more deserving of your primped hand instead of allowing you to settle with the lowly man standing before him. He was furious that you chose this path, the one that would so obviously lead to your demise. But he knew he couldn’t change your mind, not until you saw for yourself just how wrong you were.

That’s why he let the marriage go through, that’s why he sat there in his front-row seat and watched you give your life to a man he assumed the worst of.

The same man he couldn’t have been more wrong about…

The same man that gazed at you in pure astonishment as you walked down the isle, tears filling his eyes when he realized this was finally happening.

The way your hair was pinned up to reveal your lovely face, the way you smiled so gently at him just like you did the first time he met you in that classroom. All of it nearly stripped the breath from Nanami’s lungs as he stood at that alter, swearing he’d never seen a more beautiful version of you in his life.

And when he finally grasped your hand, sliding that precious ring around your finger, he promised himself one thing.

No matter what he had to do, no matter what kind of man he’d turn into, he would not let you lose yourself to the clutches of your father. He would protect that innocence you still attained and do all he could to provide for you so you would have the opportunity to follow your dreams.

He would not let that tender heart of yours be tarnished by greed or hatred.

Even if he had to lose his own humanity to achieve it.. he promised himself he would never force you to fend for yourself…

That he would protect you, no matter the consequences…

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simonnebethel · 2 months

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To Hear a Lovebird, Chapter 1 Excerpt, Prune's POV

“Stigbyrr, this is Prunhilt Helisende. Prune, this is Stigbyrr, the mercenary I told you about,” He turned to the man she now knew as Stigbyrr with a smile. “She has a potential job for you.”

Now that she was closer to him, his features were more clear. Dark brown eyes against blue-gray scarred skin, with raven-black hair that was swept back into a ponytail, and ram-like horns that curled jut behind his small ears. There were strange scratches on his tusks, but she could not tell what they were for. She didn’t know much about the makoth race or Reyoarfell, their homeland. She only knew what travelers briefly told her when they came through, that they were a proud and stern race, and how they overthrow their own leaders if they make a single mistake. However, the man before her didn’t look like the image she had crafted in her mind when she thought of a makoth man. They rarely came to Ostrein, and often never stopped in this tiny town.

Prune looked away, and instead stared at his mug he had set on the table. “There’s—there’s a beast in the woods. It’s been killing my livestock, and leaving them for me to find. I require somebody to find it and kill it.”

He didn’t reply to her at first, and she was afraid he didn’t hear her. Or maybe he doesn’t understand my accent? It’s different from the rest, being so isolated on my farm during my childhood. She looked up at him to briefly see his face. Confused—no. Interested? Enthralled? His expression faded just as quickly as she noticed it, and he returned to a neutral expression.

“What kind of beast?” He inquired, and her eyes widened at his foreign accent. She expected him to have an accent, but not one so strong, which meant he only recently came to Ostrein.

“I—I don’t know. It only kills at night, and has sharp claws that fester the wound. Worms and maggots come to collect their due faster than I’ve ever seen.” She replied.

He seemed to think for a moment, running a finger around the rim of his cup. “Interesting. I’m not knowledgeable in the creatures of these lands, but if it��s a nocturnal creature, then it has to have a den somewhere that it sleeps in during the day. Have many caves in this forest?”

She hesitantly shrugged. “I suppose we do, but I don’t go wandering unless I have a destination in mind. Exploring is a good way to become a sprite’s plaything.”

“Oh,” He nodded, “I know all too well. The Forest Folk where I come from are as cold and unforgiving as the weather.” He tilted his head. “And…are you sure this isn’t just some fairy you accidentally ticked off?”

She laughed and shook her head. “No. I dare say we have different experiences when it comes to the Forest folk. Any farmer who resides in this forest has to respect the creatures who have lived here long before them if they wish to dwell in it. I swear I have done nothing to anger a forest spirit.”

He sighed and sat back in his chair. “Well, I suppose I won’t know what it is until I kill it, yes? I think it would be safer to look for it in the morning, so you’ll just have to risk another night with it lurking around. I must also ask about my payment.”

“Oh—oh.” Prune nervously wrung her hands together. “I’m sure I have some money—”

“I’ll be helping with the pay,” Dietrich piped up after staying silent for most of the conversation. “This creature is a risk to all the farmers who supply this tavern with food and supplies. I’d worry to much if this matter isn’t dealt with sooner.”

“Oh, that’s not fair,” Prune protested. “You don’t need to do that—I’m very willing to pay!”

She turned back to the horned man. “Come to my farm after you’re done—let me at least serve you some stew and warm bread.”

“Well,” He smiled, “Suppose I can’t refuse a hot meal. It’s a deal, then?”

He held out his hand. His fingers were covered in callouses, with small scars scattered all around. She took his hand and shook it, trying her best to not think about how warm they were. “Yes, a deal.”

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viva-la-whump · 3 months

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Febuwhump Day 13

@febuwhump

And now we're back with Thrawn!

“YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO GET HURT”

Thalias winced as the doctor started stitching up the cuts on her back. She heard a sharp, yet quiet intake of breath as the man standing off to the side had felt that prick of pain, too. Her mouth tugged into a small, lopsided smirk.

“I’m alright, detective. I promise.”

“You weren’t supposed to get hurt,” Thrawn said, taking a step forward.

“I knew the risks when I agreed to the assignment. I think I can consider myself lucky that this was all I walked away with. Those poor women…”

Detective Thrawn had come up with a plan to try and catch the Ripper. It was dangerous and nearly reckless, but almost all good plans were, and Thalias hadn’t seen Thrawn come up with a bad plan yet. So that's why she’d readily volunteered to pose as a prostitute to try and catch the homicidal maniac before he could strike again.

Except, he had struck. And he had struck hard.

Somehow he had figured out Thalias wasn’t a real prostitute and had decided to punish Scotland Yard for this offense. So, instead of killing just one girl like he normally did, he killed four. And on top of that, he’d attacked Thalias from behind, knocking her out before she could even get a glimpse of him, and carved one word into her back: THRAWN.

“Besides, I should be the one apologizing. I must have done or said something to tip him off. If I’d done a better job–”

“No,” Thrawn said firmly, stopping her and closing the distance between them. Thalias wished she wasn’t lying prone and could look at his face, but he seemed to sense that and knelt down so they were eye to eye. “You mustn't blame yourself, Thalias. Those actions were his and his alone. And if blame must be placed elsewhere, then it is at my feet. It was my plan and I am your superior officer. I take full responsibility for what happens to my people and those under my protection.”

She stared at him, seeing the conviction on his face and the apology in his eyes. He always meant exactly what he said. Thalias had known a lot of people in her life like that. In fact, she wasn't sure she’d met any. That was one of the things that made Thrawn such a good man, and an excellent leader. And friend.

Thalias winced again when the doctor gave too strong a tug on one of her sutures. She closed her eyes against the pain, but then opened them in surprise when she felt Thrawn’s hand squeeze her’s. She gave a small smile of gratitude and squeezed right back.

They stayed like that as the doctor finished and then Thrawn left the room to give her privacy as she dressed in clean clothes.

“I’m sending you on leave for the time being,” he informed her when he reentered the room. “Not only to give your wounds time to heal, but I suspect the Ripper will be keeping an eye on you now, perhaps go so far as to…finish the job. I do not intend to place you in that danger or to provide him with another victim.”

“But where will I stay? I can’t stay here if he’s watching me, and that will put Che’ri in danger, too.”

“I’ve already sent word to my sister, Borika. She and her husband live several days’ ride north of the city and have agreed to let both you and your sister stay with them.”

Thalias’ jaw draped open. “I couldn’t impose on them!” she explained. But Thrawn held up a hand to stall any further protests, a wry smile playing on his lips.

“On the contrary, she seemed rather eager for the chance to meet you. No doubt she wishes to interrogate you about me.”

“What? But why? You’re her brother.” If anything, Thalias should be the one interrogating her about Thrawn, not the other way around…and she most certainly intended to. Thrawn’s smile turned almost sheepish.

“I do not write as often as she would like. She worries, like any older sister would.”

Thalias understood that completely, as he knew she would.

“My lips are sealed, sir.”

“I’m afraid that won’t do you any good.” A weary, yet slightly proud look crossed his face. “She has a gift for divining the truth through even the most well crafted lie. Even your silence will speak volumes. No. Feel free to tell her whatever she wishes to know. It will help ease her mind and even a younger brother should not torture his sister too much.”

A smile blossomed on Thalias’ face.

“Yes, sir.”

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hey-michael-young-history · 2 years

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This post is about appreciating myself 💗

I was looking for something I wrote and got caught up re-reading stuff 😅 Man, I’m so proud of myself! I wish the April-July Michael could have stepped back and appreciated this body of work.

I was supposed to go to bed at 9pm and ended up reading past midnight. I’m looking at some of it like, “I wrote this??”

So anyway, I stumbled upon “Sweet” which I wrote for @mcbethins I adore this because it’s soft and sweet and I’ve never written restraints and that post about Kenshi sparks something in my brain.

No, I still haven’t finished “Spicy” 😅

Sweet

Hanzo Hasashi knew that what he was doing was wrong.

As a leader, he had an obligation to serve as a role model to his clan, to be the epitome of what he expected from all Shirai Ryu. As an Alpha, he had a similar duty, to walk with dignity, protect his people, and perhaps most importantly, demonstrate for younger Alphas that the old ways of hyper- aggression and dominance were no longer relevant in partnerships. Even with no witness to this particular transgression, he was still responsible for doing the right thing.

He should have let Kuai Liang sleep.

Since their bond, Hanzo had done everything possible to present his Omega as an independent and satisfied person, someone beyond his relationship status. He was the grandmaster’s Omega, but he was not a helpless being who needed his Alpha with him to navigate life.

Even when he was at his most unstable, Kuai Liang fought to maintain his dignity, his strengths, the respect he had earned in his time presenting as a Beta. He knew how to protect himself in vulnerable moments and could become absolutely vicious when needed.

Kuai Liang was a magnificent man. Hanzo reasoned that being born an Omega was a restraint imposed by the gods - if he was an Alpha, he would be absolutely unstoppable.

He definitely would not let Hanzo get away with what he was doing now.

Kuai Liang was on his side, facing away from Hanzo, still asleep, or doing a very convincing job of pretending to be. Hanzo watched as his Omega’s side rose and fell with each breath. Relaxed. A steady rhythm. He ran his finger along Kuai Liang’s flank. The only thing separating their skin from connecting was the thin undershirt he wore. Hanzo appreciated this barrier. Perfectly fitted, it clung to him, pronouncing every part of Kuai Liang that he loved - the curve of his back, the descending arch where his waist defined the silhouette of the rest of his body.

He moved closer and slid his hand under the shirt, palming Kuai Liang’s stomach and beginning a slow massage with the comforting heat of his fire.

Kuai Liang’s body tensed immediately and ice spread from his core, traveling across him indiscriminately and trapping Hanzo’s hand. It was a reaction that he was always dismayed to see. Hanzo Hasashi’s Omega should never have to feel unprotected or constantly on alert. But Kuai Liang lived his own life before even meeting Hanzo, and these were years of defenses that couldn’t easily be shut down.

“Calm yourself,” he whispered, releasing soothing pheromones. “You are safe.”

He was offended by the ice, the first time Kuai Liang used it to run from him. That’s how he saw it. Now, Hanzo had the burden and benefit of knowing exactly why his first instinct was to run from Alphas who got too close.

Kuai Liang’s shoulders relaxed and the ice began to melt, making his shirt translucent as it clung to him, leaving every muscle, every angle, every surface that Hanzo could see, oh so pronounced.

“That’s my good Omega, my Kuai Liang.”

He was not quite awake. Hanzo didn’t mind. Kuai Liang had decided to take charge of managing the previous day’s Harvest Festival, to occupy himself and help reduce his Alpha’s workload. Hanzo was impressed that he would try his hand at planning a social event and was even more impressed at how flawlessly he executed it.

As with all social obligations, it wore on him. Matters of Kombat, he handled with no issue. Saving the realms, reversing the gods’ follies, he participated with no complaint. However, being an active member of his new community was still physically and mentally taxing.

he was as composed as ever during the planning and execution of the festival - so much so that Hanzo wondered if he was just projecting the turmoil on his Omega. That’s why Hanzo was impressed by the level comfort and confidence his Omega displayed.

But then, at the festival, he saw it.

Kuai Liang was holding an ice cream cone. A small child - who he immediately greeted by name - had approached him and asked him to hold it while she tied her shoe.

Hanzo was behind them, basking in the high spirits. The child finished tying her shoes and reached for her treat. Kuai Liang leaned down to hand it to her and the back of his neck was briefly exposed.

Red.

It was beaded with sweat and he saw where Kuai Liang had been scratching. Hanzo had to stop himself from inspecting it more thoroughly but he didn’t need to. Now that he saw, he could smell. His Omega was releasing weak pheromones, pleading for his attention.

Otherwise… Kuai Liang seemed fine. His scent covered the low amount of pheromones he was releasing and his face did not betray the need he felt. He smiled at the girl as she skipped off.

Whatever troubles Kuai Liang was feeling, he kept them to himself. Time loomed around them as he was pulled in all different directions throughout the day. Hanzo stayed near, making sure his Omega stayed hydrated, comfortable, cared for. He was thankful that Kuai Liang kept their contact minimal - every muscle in Hanzo’s body was screaming for him to get him home.

And now, his patience was finally paying off. He had Kuai Liang all alone, in the privacy of their nest.

Hanzo kept his hand steady as he moved closer and rested his face between Kuai Liang’s shoulder blades, melting completely against the heat rising from his normally icy sapphire.

“Xiǎo tián tián.”

“Say that again,” Hanzo murmured into his love’s neck.

“Wǒ yào nǐ.”

These words were different but the deep, melodious purr in which they were spoken…

Kuai Liang didn’t speak Mandarin very often. He reserved it for arguments with his brother. On very rare occasions, he would grace Hanzo with these words, spoken tenderly and hesitantly. As though they didn’t belong to him. As though he has no right to speak them.

“Wǒ xiǎng zuò ài.” The warmth that Kuai Liang blessed him with was soaking into Hanzo’s skin, shooting energy throughout his body. His pheromones had grown dark and smoky, a recent development that Hanzo was all too happy to encourage.

He gently tugged Kuai Liang’s shoulder and guided his limp body, pulling him onto his back.

A strong blush graced his face - no, not a blush. Hanzo cupped his cheek and chuckled as the cryomancer immediately opened his mouth. His face was just warm, overheated. Hanzo could imagine that his mouth was just as hot and that was the thought that convinced him to rest his thumb in the corner of Kuai Liang’s mouth.

His tongue curiously greeted Hanzo, before greedily pulling him in, sucking slowly and forcefully as he grazed his teeth under the the sensitive skin of Hanzo’s finger.

It was almost enough to make him lose it right there.

Kuai Liang didn’t waste any time filling the air with satisfied sighs and airy soughs. Music that he only shared with Hanzo and only matched by his seductive purrs.

Heat was mounting in his core, mixing with his hellfire and spreading throughout his body. It was too early to get so close. His Omega has been working hard and he now needed Hanzo’s full attention.

He pulled out of Kuai Liang’s mouth and whispered, “Do you need my help, my love?”

“Tiǎn wǒ.”

“Tell me what you need from me.”

He was trying to open his eyes now, his fluttering eyelids reminiscent of batting eyelashes. He got them halfway open, only for those beautiful eyes to roll up, forcing him to close them once more with a soft sigh. His head rolled towards Hanzo and he said, “Shǎ guā.”

He leaned his face against Hanzo’s, cheek to cheek. The Alpha laughed and gently pushed him back. As he removed his pants, he murmured, “I am aware of what that means. You are quite fortunate that I am indeed a fool for you.”

Kuai Liang smiled. He was pressing against Hanzo’s body and the heat was simply intoxicating. Feeling this kind of warmth coming from another person, especially the person who was supposed to cool his fire made it hard to contain his desires. He was completely erect, though still contained by his underwear, and it happened to lay upon Kuai Liang’s perfectly luscious thigh. His Omega was encouraging it by slowly shifting his leg, rubbing against him and using the resulting friction to bring Hanzo ever closer to the indignity of losing control before things even began.

In one swift move, Hanzo mounted his Omega, hiking up his leg and sinking his pelvis into the inviting warmth awaiting. The heat was everywhere, consuming them both as though fire had swallowed them. Kuai Liang couldn’t stop the low gasp that escaped.

Now he wanted to be docile and submit.

Hanzo leaned forward, grinding his still clothed erection against his partner’s and commanded in a deep, low voice, “You have no idea how coveted you are. Every Alpha feasts upon your very presence.”

Kuai Liang whimpered at that and Hanzo basked in the sound. Omegas were not averse to whining, whimpering, and keening to get what they needed but Kuai Liang absolutely refused. The only way to hear these divine sounds was driving him to this state.

He blindly reached for Hanzo, who pulled away. “Kào jìn wǒ.”

“I see that keeping your hands to yourself will be an issue,” he scolded, easily grabbing Kuai Liang’s wrists. He looked around before letting go and getting off the bed.

Once he felt the bed relieved of extra weight, Kuai Liang began grasping and trying to get up. “Liú xià lái.”

The urgency in his voice was painful. Painful for Hanzo to hear his Omega calling for him, painful to interrupt this exploration. But it would be worth it. He just needed to show Kuai Liang.

He crossed over to the closet, ignoring the pain of frustrated arousal, where he found his target almost immediately.

With the headbands in his grasp, he dove back into the bed, pinning Kuai Liang down as he allowed himself the satisfaction of the warm mouth he previously denied himself.

On top of Kuai Liang, Hanzo put an arm under his back, sliding it up to his head to hold him in place while he kissed him, taking in the sudden gasps and moans that his Omega shamelessly released. He could feel Kuai Liang desperately trying to get as close as possible. With his other arm, Hanzo kept Kuai Liang in place as he slowly rutted against him, amazed at the heat their bodies produced together.

He ended the kiss and laid Kuai Liang back down, greedily soaking up the panting and the disappointed groans.

“You are my Omega. Others may covet you, but only I may please you,” Hanzo announced, grabbing his wrists and tying them with the dark blue headband. “Though I will concede that I am not happy about other Alphas coveting you. When I think of the lust you inspire…”

Fire spiraled up his arms and sealed their hands. “I saw many eyes on you today. Admiring your grace. Your poise. Your beauty.”

Kuai Liang squeezed his eyes and grimaced. Hanzo knew to be careful here. If he lavished too much praise, however truthful, it would embarrass and fluster him. Hanzo happily indulged in Kuai Liang’s quiet desire for positive attention but his poor Omega never knew how to accept it.

“They know enough to not touch you. Though you continue to grace the world with your presence, there is one thing I have over them. You choose me. And that means only I can satisfy you, the way you need to be satisfied. To be held, to be loved, to be fucked in the ways that you require.”

Kuai Liang’s eyes began to flutter again. He lifted his arms, now bound at the wrists, and tried to pull off his shirt.

He was more interested in this garment than Hanzo’s words. His focus needed to be adjusted. Hanzo placed a hand on his abdomen and tried to ignore how warm his Omega was. Tried not to think about how this warmth was a direct result of Kuai Liang trusting Hanzo with his body - the only person he trusted in this way.

The shirt was incinerated almost as soon as his hand touched it. As he brushed away the ashes, he looked down at Kuai Liang’s navel.

Red.

Whereas the rest of his body was pink, his belly button betrayed a distinct red ring. Hanzo gently lifted Kuai Liang’s head - gaining an undeserved but much appreciated moan - and opened one of his eyes.

Gold. Eyes trying to hold his gaze, trying to focus but drifting, drifting, drifting.

Kuai Liang lifted his arms and hooked them around Hanzo’s neck, trapping the Alpha against him. “Wěn wǒ.”

This was also a phrase that Hanzo was quite familiar with. Kuai Liang was under him, bound by both the headband around his wrists and his own Omega impulses telling him to be good.

“Do you know why I claim you as my ‘treasure’?” He asked, trailing light kisses asking his partner’s jaw. “You are the most precious treasure in all the realms. I deserve nothing, but in you, I have everything.”

Kuai Liang’s low groan and the way he tried to shift his body away forced Hanzo to tighten his grip. He had gotten smaller since being with Hanzo… two years ago. Yes, two years ago. And now he was set to marry this man. Two years ago, he wouldn’t have dreamed of taking on another partner, let alone him.

Hanzo dragged his nail through the indentations of Kuai Liang’s abs, smiling and sucking on his neck when his ice prince gasped. A lifetime of being punished for expressing himself had left Kuai Liang silent and stoic. It wasn’t the worst of the Lin Kuei’s sins, but an unforgivable one all the same. They had stolen his sweet purrs, his sudden moans, his desperate groans, this language they shared.

Hanzo would never forget how ashamed Kuai Liang looked, their first night together. Even after all of the growth he had shown, he was still so sensitive about how vulnerable he had been that night.

Suddenly, the arms around Hanzo’s neck yanked him up into a kiss. Hands were in his hair, frantically ripping it free of the tie. The hair fell over Kuai Liang like a curtain as their foreheads met. He held them in place with a secure grip on Hanzo’s neck and wrapped his legs around him when the Alpha tried to move off of him.

So determined. So driven by his lust that even with his wrists tied up, he would not allow Hanzo to get away. An atypical Omega - he had to learn to be aggressive, surviving in a place where his presence was preyed upon.

The fire raced through him again. The thought of anyone preying on his Omega… before Hanzo could stop that train of thought, he growled. Kuai Liang let him go and tilted his head back, exposing his neck completely. Hanzo rested his entire weight on the body below him and kissed his neck, biting, then sucking on his voice box. Kuai Liang tensed and started writhing again.

“You will remain still,” Hanzo commanded. He ducked from under Kuai Liang’s arms and pulled them up. Restraints were a new territory but he had gotten a headboard for exactly this reason and excitement ran through his vessels like an undercurrent as he hooked the ties around Kuai Liang’s wrists to one of the decorative loops.

Amber eyes fluttered again, dipping his head back to look up and see why he couldn’t move. Hanzo smiled when he started purring and trying to pull free.

“I suspected that you would try this. Do not worry, my love, I have a solution.” He grabbed the other headband, a worn yellow cloth, and carefully wrapped it around Kuai Liang’s eyes. He turned his face away but Hanzo gently held him in place as he tied it.

With his eyes covered like this, he bore a small resemblance to Kenshi Takahashi. Thankfully, he managed to catch himself before he voiced that observation. Kuai Liang’s jealousy and possessiveness rarely revealed itself but Kenshi Takahashi was a very, very delicate trigger.

The purr that he loved so deeply. It was growing louder as Kuai Liang rested his head back against his pillow. Hanzo returned to his place against his lover’s neck, taking a moment to allow the sweet scent of his Omega to fill him entirely.

Kuai Liang was always the forbidden fruit.

An attraction he couldn’t deny but a denial that could never be spoken. From the moment Hanzo saw Kuai Liang, he questioned himself. Inappropriately so, considering that that the young man had declared his intentions to murder him. He could only see those heavy blue eyes, couldn’t smell him at all, though drawn to his touch. Even if that touch was violence. He deserved the violence for not being able to control his desires when he hadn’t even started grieving his family. He was an Alpha, a protector Alpha who exclusively preferred Omegas. Uninterested in other Alphas or Betas yet…

The man he thought was a Beta, Hanzo couldn’t get him out of his head. He spent so much time thinking of the look on the second Sub-Zero’s face when the Cyber Lin Kuei came for him. The absolute terror. Eyes darting back and forth looking for someone among the many present to help him. Someone had to. The guardian of Earthrealm, a god, couldn’t allow any harm to come to an Earthrealmer. The previous Grand Champion was here - surely he would help. Shao Kahn was the one who was holding this tournament, he had to step in for the integrity of this tournament.

But no. No one. The Lin Kuei realized it. Sub-Zero realized it.

Hanzo would never forget the resignation in those blue eyes as they finally landed on him.

“Nǐ zěnme kūle?”

The question rolled out with the dying purr. Hanzo lifted his head from Kuai Liang’s neck and was surprised to see that it was damp. He felt his own face.

Tears.

Kuai Liang was facing him and trying to unhook his wrists.

“I cannot understand you, my love,” Hanzo said, wiping his eyes.

Kuai Liang followed the sound and resumed purring. Hanzo laughed and ran his nails down his Omega’s sides, relieved to hear the sudden gasp and moan as Kuai Liang shuddered and curled his fingers and toes. “Wǒ zhǐ shǔ yú nǐ.”

When Hanzo placed a hand on his partner’s chest, he could swear that he saw steam rising. He could definitely see Kuai Liang growing more aroused. The shallow panting, the random tightening of his stomach muscles, and the unmistakable growth that his jeans shamelessly revealed, protruding from his groin.

“You have been so patient,” Hanzo said, kissing his forehead.

“Ha… Ha…”

Hanzo laid next to Kuai Liang and slid his hand lower. He left a red trail along his abs and stopped right before his jeans. The cryomancer let out the breath he had been holding and arched his chest to try to force Hanzo’s hand lower.

Hanzo pressed his lips right against his ear and whispered, “So strong, Kuai Liang. I am so proud of how hard you are working to stay present. Be a good Omega and say my name. That’s all I need.”

“Ha… Han…” Kuai Liang turned his head and met Hanzo’s lips. He opened his mouth and pushed against Hanzo until he finally opened his.

His moan betrayed his relief as Kuai Liang eagerly kissed him. Hanzo slipped a finger into Kuai Liang’s waistband gods, this was almost his favorite part. An area that was all Hanzo’s, an area that was to be explored by only Hanzo Hasashi. Kuai Liang’s skin was tender here, heat emanating as though he was trying to say, I’m ready. Hanzo could savor every movement of his hips, every anguished huff, pant, and moan as his Omega bucked against him, telling him, in words that he couldn’t properly express.

I’m ready.

Hanzo dipped his finger in, past the underwear. He lightly ran his nail to the base of the waiting flesh below. It immediately jumped at the stimulation and the air was blessed by a rough groan. Kuai Liang tore himself away and pushed his face into the pillow, still groaning and purring. His captive arms were twisted and his wrists were uncomfortably red.

Hanzo nuzzled his hair and whispered, “I know that speaking is difficult right now. I only need one word. One word to tell me what you need from me. And I will not disappoint you.”

Kuai Liang lifted his head and even with the headband covering them, Hanzo could feel his eyes, bright, intense, unwavering.

“Ha... Han. Zo. Hanzo.” Kuai Liang took a breath and smiled. “Hanzo.”

“That’s my good boy,” Hanzo said, cupping the back of his head and kissing him.

As they kissed, his hand resumed its exploration, disappearing past the waistband of the final barrier. When Hanzo grabbed his prize, it was sticky, damp, and still leaking. He moved down a little further and confirmed that the underwear was absolutely soaked from precum and slick.

He smirked in the kiss and squeezed, forcing Kuai Liang to stop and groan. He was purring louder than ever and tugging at the headband holding his wrists up. Blindfolded, tied up, and in a mild heat. He was completely at Hanzo’s mercy. Kuai Liang trusted him with his body, his pleasure, the last of his faith in Alphas.

Hanzo almost let go completely.

“Hanzo. Hanzo.” Kuai Liang said it with such serenity and desire. More than Hanzo deserved.

“I will not keep you waiting any longer, my treasure.”

He moved on top of Kuai Liang and then slowly made his way down, kissing all the while. He got down to the jeans and those too, disappeared into ashes. He could hear Kuai Liang tugging on the ties again.

“Hanzo.”

“I am still here,” he promised. He settled between spread legs before leaning forward and grabbing Kuai Liang’s chin.

He must have felt Hanzo’s hair before his hand because he leaned into the kiss so easily. Hanzo could feel Kuai Liang’s mouth opening as the Alpha ground his hips, rubbing them together. The tugging became more urgent and the headboard began knocking against the wall.

When Hanzo moved down to his chest, Kuai Liang started yanking his arms harder and twisted his body away.

“There is no escape. Get over here,” Hanzo demanded in a low, rumbling voice.

He reached up and held his arms still. Kuai Liang remained rigid, clenching his teeth and baring them. Hanzo kissed his collar and let go of his arms. He flicked his tongue over Kuai Liang’s nipple, chuckling as the man thrashed under him.

“One day, you will thank me for pursuing this.”

Kuai Liang groaned and tried to pull his arms down again. Hanzo chuckled and took the entire nipple in his mouth, stroking his erection all the way down to the base.

“Ahhh, mmmm.” He pushed his chest up, shoving as much of himself into his Alpha’s mouth as possible. When he retreated, Kuai Liang emitted a broken moan.

“You have been patient this whole time,” Hanzo said as he stroked Kuai Liang’s hair. “You will be rewarded so greatly, my treasure.”

Their underwear was off in an instant. Hanzo wasted no time sliding against his Omega, closing his eyes and giving himself into the sensations of himself against the crease, rubbing over the hole with an increasing frequency.

“Hanzo… oh…”

Kuai Liang was still saying his name. Hanzo had never felt this much slick, it covered his cock and blanketed the air in a warm, sweet musk. He positioned himself.

But he wasn’t expecting to slide right through, getting a sudden tight squeeze as the muscle allowed entrance.

They both groaned in a deep harmony. Kuai Liang arched his back as far as his restraints would allow and was clenching every muscle he had. His cock was against him, trembling along with its master.

Hanzo could see Kuai Liang’s skin turning red under his grasp. He held on to the cryomancer’s waist and whispered, “Relax, my love.”

He didn’t relax. The sweat covered his body and his head was back as far as his neck could take it. But he managed to utter a single word.

“Ha… Hanzo…”

Kuai Liang was still here, still wanting. His cock was throbbing and Hanzo could see clearly now - he was waiting, ready to climax with his Alpha.

So he obliged.

He took his time, holding Kuai Liang firmly in place as he slowly moved forward, searching for that special gland that would cause Kuai Liang to hand himself over completely.

He concentrated on finding it and not on how this felt, the long gentle strokes that shot pleasure through every single nerve in his body. He adjusted his hip and sank back in.

Kuai Liang felt it before Hanzo did.

His entire body stiffened and he shuddered as he tried to pull away. When he squeezed Hanzo, the Alpha groaned and tightened his grasp on his Omega’s waist, imprinting his hold in bright red marks. “Hanzo.”

He still tried to deny himself of this pleasure, a self-flagellation that Hanzo would never understand.

They needed to override it.

“It feels good,” Hanzo cooed, picking up the pace. “There is nothing wrong with enjoying this, Kuai Liang.”

He went deeper, leaving no time to rest but making sure to drag over that little bump that made his Omega writhe and moan.

Every gasp, every groan, every moan, every shudder was building within Hanzo that ached. Every orgasm that Kuai Liang blessed him with allowed him to be reborn into a fool who was somehow deeper in love. He pulled out, just enough to feel the head of his cock slide through the smooth muscle.

A sudden snap caught his attention but before he could react, Kuai Liang arms were around his neck, dragging him down, belly to belly as he kissed Hanzo feverishly and demanded, “Don’t stop.”

Even if he wanted to, Hanzo wasn’t sure if he could. He wrapped his arms around Kuai Liang and lifted him into his lap. Hanzo could feel the heat bellowing through their bodies, connected in every way they could be and when Kuai Liang dug his nails into Hanzo’s shoulder, he knew that it was happening.

Kuai Liang shoved his face into Hanzo’s collar while desperately grasping at him. He was still panting, a thunderous sound that left him as love drunk as feeling his body seizing and seeing him throw back his head.

“Hanzo, I- I’m…!”

Hanzo held onto him and closed his eyes. “Cum for your Alpha, my beautiful Omega.”

The sound he made was raw, anguished, but free and relieved. A loud groan accompanied the eruption happening between them, painting Hanzo’s abdomen and forcing him to stop his thrusting as the cryomancer’s body seized around him and jetted him right into his rebirth.

Kuai Liang dropped his head but Hanzo pulled him into another kiss as he reached his peak and came, sheathed by his beautiful Omega.

They were both quiet, save for the heavy breathing. Hanzo finally laid Kuai Liang down and pulled the headband off his eyes. He was cooling down but his eyes were red and he was sniffing.

“Are you hurt?” Hanzo asked, as he kissed Kuai Liang’s swollen wrists.

A thin layer of ice covered the raw parts. He shook his head and whispered hoarsely, “I didn’t tell you. I apologize.”

“You are shaking.”

“Thirsty. Tired. Cold,” he answered, burrowing into the bed.

“I will take care of you, my love. First, we will get you warmed up,” Hanzo said, embracing Kuai Liang and spreading a blanket of warmth over them.

Letting Kuai Liang sleep would have prevented the need to care for him, but… Hanzo was a protector Alpha.

It was his honor and his duty.

#mk omegaverse #subscorp #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #a/b/o dynamics #slow burn #smut #self praise! 💅

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ok this is so stupid but i really want to see neris and reader interactions,, like the small things, the comfort, the protectiveness,,,, ughh love what you've done w the story man, desperately waiting for the next part fr. (go on your own pace tho) glad to know i've shifted you a little bit on a azriel thing (devious smile) - ithink he's a good character for most people because he barely had a personality in the books and so we can usually make up stuff yk, like he's mostly just broody in the books and we're told stuff abt his personality but not shown it. can't wait to see what happens next! ohh also the dragon interactions!!! i wanna see those too!!! eris has hounds right,,, it wld be cute for them to protect nes and r tooo,,,, ahhh sorry this is literally just me ranting lol, obv feel free to ignore the reqs,,, i really want to let you know that your writing is good bc you seem to get less interactions than you should!! and a weird amt of hate lmao like whats w the people being rude about ialtpwf and wanting guys my age so badly, like i enjoyed it despite not particularly liking the daddy kink partbut like. really,, why so rude??? want to see how reader fares in front of beron too, i assume word of her power will reach him too/. anyway, how long are you planning on pushing the beron overthrowal thing (im being curious not being like ugh when are u plannign on ending it,, in case thats what it sounded like,, idk man im overthinking). oh also! want to see court relations with all of them after berons gone. before berons gone. all of it, i want them to be better leaders/people to the court people yk. oh!! also lucien-reader friendship!!! love that!! we havent seen much of it but hes def the kind of guy to tease r abt eris when they start actually flirting and getting near a relationship yk. eris-lucien brotherhood too tho, obviously. also the lady of the autumn court!! watching them bond w her!!! ahh jfoisfkjmdofikndfvg ium sorry have a great day today1!! hope you rest well after that long ass shift. oh yeah i agree w you on the feyre thing, she's def just mostly like a pawn to rhys yk, i think she was better as a char when she was w tamlin tbh, altho obviously i dont want her to be with someone who kind of abused her without any groveling at least/ cant wait to see more interactions fr!!!! oh when i said in the story, i meant the actual books, well and yourss but the actual books mainly! anyway i think you've managed to be realistic w all of them in a way that is good. bye! oh same anon as last time. should i give myself a name, is that fine,, i'll choose * anon. sure.

i can’t wait for you to see more of the neris x reader interactions! you’ll love it. i feel like i’ve done a decent job of their dynamic so i’m super proud of it so far.

Azriel’s journey is one i have planned out - it’s going to be complicated because yk he’s been loyal to rhys for 500 years and that’s not suddenly going to change, but he will continue to play a role.

you’ll see more of the dragons for sure! and the hounds will be involved too so fear not ;)

yeah idk why people got so weird about guys my age like i’m glad they enjoyed it of course but i kinda did everything i wanted to do with that fic so i don’t feel i have anything else to add to it if that makes sense

beron will play a bigger role soon! as far as them overthrowing him, prob within a couple chapters maybe a bit longer. im still playing around w the details of how exactly it’s going to happen

expect a LOT more lucien and lady of autumn in the later chapters! i love love love writing for lucien so i’ve got special stuff for him planned hehe

tons more interactions to come. more lucien, azriel, gwyn and emerie, cassian, etc. thank you for your message angel and NEVER apologize for rambling - nobody has taken the time to say this much about my fic so far in one go so i LOVE reading these. send as many as you want <3

#* anon<3 #ialtpwf #<3

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I’m Proud to be A Nigger, https://selflessanatta.com/im-proud-to-be-a-nigger/

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I’m Proud to be A Nigger

It’s a long story, but I have a close friend who lives in Nigeria, one of those places where slavers raided when taking free men and enslaving them.

Many African Americans (note the need for ongoing political correctness) descend from free men enslaved out of Nigeria.

My friend, Samuel, feels a kinship toward them.

One day, we were discussing Chattel Slavery, the Heart Stain of the Confederacy, and he said to me:

I understand why my brothers react so strongly to the word “Nigger” since it embodies all the pain of Chattel Slavery, but why don’t they just wear that as a badge of honor?

They are the Strong ones.

They Endured.

That idea absolutely floored me. It resonated with me because it was a great example of turning Darkness into Light.

He went on:

The stains of Chattel Slavery are on the Confederacy and anyone Lording over another.

But if we Niggers allow their stains to justify Hating them, then their stains becomes our stains, and our hearts are poisoned too.

Hatred never ceases by Hatred.

His wisdom was undeniable. Despite the fact Samuel is 25 years my junior, he was 25,000 years ahead of me in seeing into people’s hearts.

But he wasn’t done:

I admire my brothers in America.

I invite my brothers to join me in celebration of being a Nigger.

Nigeria has a long and glorious history of creating communities and doing good. That was Nigeria until it became a colonial pen, an open-air prison like Gaza, only larger.

He really had me excited at this point, but the pain of colonialism hit home. It’s just another form of slavery, just a bit better disguised, dressed up for the public so that we don’t see it for what it is.

I felt his voice rising, passion welling up in him:

If my brothers stood up, together, united, and bellowed at the top of their lungs, “I AM A NIGGER!” And wore that label as a badge of honor, the Haters and the Masters would be defeated. Beaten at their own game!

I felt I needed to share his wisdom.

I hope it touches your heart.

I’ve asked Samuel if I can share his picture. If you see it below, he agreed.

(A humble man, he seeks no fame. The Picture will need to wait.)

Wisdom is NOT Determined by Age

Samuel is 25 years younger than I am, a second son, really (I’m working toward his immigration if he wants to leave). Surprisingly, he’s torn about leaving Nigeria.

He loves his country, but it’s a low-grade prison where corrupt leaders must deal with grinding poverty and ever-present unrest that explodes every so often in a flash of bloodshed.

It’s a difficult place to raise a family. Can you imagine living where there is no 911? No police to save you if thugs pound on the door of your home? I understand why he’s ready to leave now.

But why would he ever have wanted to be there?

The story that changed everything for me

When he was in college, and still single, he demonstrated to me that he is a true spiritual master.

He showed me my own weaknesses and shortcomings.

The Worst of the Worst of the Worst

When Samual graduated college, he volunteered to teach at rural schools for a year, living on whatever pay was offered.

Most people who put themselves into this lottery (something I never would have done) hope for a plumb assignment in a safe and comfortable area (my bare minimum requirement).

By chance, he was assigned to one of the worst schools in a dangerous area run by a woman who didn’t like him, and the pay was barely enough to buy food.

Most people would have recoiled at this.

I certainly would have cried victim tears, which is why his decision and reasoning shocked me and made me realize just how far ahead of me he was.

He said:

If I had not taken that job, it either would have been filled by someone less skilled and caring than me, or it wouldn’t be filled at all, probably the latter. Either way, the young children, innocent and pure, they would have a poor education, or no education at all.

I couldn’t live with that, so I stayed.

Twelve months in hell — by choice.

My Master

Samuel,

With deepest and sincerest thanks, I honor you, my Master. Your wisdom, your choices, and your actions showed me my weaknesses. There is no greater gift.

~~wink~~

Anatta

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Best 55 Steve Job’s Quotes for Inspiration and Motivation

About Steve Jobs

Steve Jobs, an acclaimed entrepreneur born on February 24, 1955, in San Francisco, was put up for adoption a week after his birth. Jobs walked out of Reed College after a semester, despite his biological mother’s wishes for him to continue his education. He believed in pursuing passions over necessary lessons, and he experimented with calligraphy, ballet, and literature before incorporating these different influences into his vision for Apple. Jobs’ unconventional journey emphasized his belief in following his passions and curiosities, which shaped his inventive legacy in technology and design.

His love and inventiveness for creating beautiful things affected many people, and his legacy lives on through his company and the numerous encouraging messages he shared with the globe.

Here are Best 55 Steve Jobs’ Quotes for Inspiration and Motivation and famous quotes about life, leadership, for performing great work.

What Is Steve Jobs’ Most Famous Quote?

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most importantly, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.”

“I want to put a ding in the universe.”

“Sometimes life is going to hit you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith.”

“Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow know what you truly want to become.”

“My favorite things in life don’t cost any money. It’s really clear that the most precious resource we all have is time.”

“Innovation distinguishes between a leader and a follower.”

“Technology is nothing. What’s important is that you have faith in people, that they’re basically good and smart, and if you give them tools, they’ll do wonderful things with them.”

“I’m convinced that about half of what separates successful entrepreneurs from the non-successful ones is pure perseverance.”

“Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful…that’s what matters to me.”

That’s been one of my mantras — focus and simplicity. Simple can be harder than complex; you have to work hard to get your thinking clean to make it simple.”

Steve Jobs Quotes On Life and Death

“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.”

“Sometimes when you innovate, you make mistakes. It is best to admit them quickly and get on with improving your other innovations.”

“My model for business is The Beatles: They were four guys that kept each others’ negative tendencies in check; they balanced each other. And the total was greater than the sum of the parts.”

“Be a yardstick of quality. Some people aren’t used to an environment where excellence is expected.”

“Quality is more important than quantity. One home run is much better than two doubles.”

“I’m as proud of many of the things we haven’t done as the things we have done. Innovation is saying no to a thousand things.”

“It’s really hard to design products by focus groups. A lot of times, people don’t know what they want until you show it to them.”

“Getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.”

“Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”

Inspirational And Motivational Quotes By Steve Jobs

“I’ve always been attracted to the more revolutionary changes. I don’t know why. Because they’re harder. They’re much more stressful emotionally. And you usually go through a period where everybody tells you that you’ve completely failed.”

“Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.”

“For the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: ‘If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?’ And whenever the answer has been ‘No’ for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.”

“The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.”

““Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become.””

“Your time is limited don’t waste it living someone else’s life”

“The only way to do great work is to love what you do”

Steve Jobs Quotes On Leadership

“Innovation distinguishes between a leader and a follower.”

“Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work.”

“Great things in business are never done by one person; they’re done by a team of people.”

“You have to be burning with an idea, or a problem, or a wrong that you want to right. If you’re not passionate enough from the start, you’ll never stick it out.”

“The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.”

“Details matter, it’s worth waiting to get it right.”

“My model for business is The Beatles. They were four guys who kept each other’s kind of negative tendencies in check. They balanced each other, and the total was greater than the sum of the parts.”

“Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”

“The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle.”

“Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become.”

Steve Jobs Quotes About Work

“Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work.”

“I’m convinced that about half of what separates the successful entrepreneurs from the non-successful ones is pure perseverance.”

“I think if you do something and it turns out pretty good, then you should go do something else wonderful, not dwell on it for too long. Just figure out what’s next.”

“Your work is the most important thing to you. You spend more time working than doing anything else.”

“The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle.”

“We’re here to put a dent in the universe. Otherwise, why else even be here?”

“You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers.”

“Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful, that’s what matters to me.”

“Your work should be your passion. If it isn’t, then you’ve settled.”

“I’ve always felt that a job must have meaning; it must be more than a job; it must represent something.”

Best Motivational & Inspirational Quotes Of Steve Job’s

Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.

Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

Great things in business are never done by one person. They’re done by a team of people.

An iPod, a phone, an internet mobile communicator… These are NOT three separate devices! And we are calling it the iPhone! Today Apple is going to reinvent the phone. And here it is.

My favorite things in life don’t cost any money. It’s really clear that the most precious resource we all have is time.

For the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: ‘If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?’ And whenever the answer has been ‘No’ for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

That’s been one of my mantras — focus and simplicity. Simple can be harder than complex: You have to work hard to get your thinking clean to make it simple. But it’s worth it in the end because once you get there, you can move mountains.

Computers themselves, and software yet to be developed, will revolutionize the way we learn.

Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith.

Sometimes when you innovate, you make mistakes. It is best to admit them quickly and get on with improving your other innovations.

“The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.”

“Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”

All Thanks To Everyone!!!

I hope this article boost your motivation and inspired you. Thank you for exploring Steve Jobs’ timeless wisdom through his quotes. Your engagement in discovering his insights on innovation and leadership is truly appreciated. Keep inspired and keep innovating! Thank Y

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Glessner Prepared to Lead Linsly’s Board of Trustees

He knows the difference because he experienced the difference for himself, and that is why Gary Glessner is excited to be the new chair of the Board of Trustees of The Linsly School. Glessner, the founder of The Glessner Group in the Elm Grove area of Wheeling, assumed the chairman’s duties officially following the board’s May 19th meeting, and he will offer his remarks this Sunday during the school’s 209th commencement. He’s a proud member of the Class of 1985, but, believe it or not, his affection for his alma mater wavered following seventh grade. After Glessner enrolled for fifth grade when the school was Linsly Military Institute, he pleaded with his parents to transfer him to then-Bridge Street Junior High for eighth grade. “I wanted to go with my friends who went to public school because it always seemed as if they had more fun at,” Glessner recalled. “But then I returned to Linsly for my junior and senior years because that’s what my mother wanted me to do. She was not in good health, especially when I was in 10th grade, but she asked me to go back to Linsly because she wanted me to get back into that college prep atmosphere. “I made that promise to her, so I returned to Linsly in 11th grade after she passed away and, to this day, I’m so happy I did that,” he said. “The experience I had when I returned to Linsly is one of the main reasons why I am so proud to be the next chairman of Linsly’s Board of Trustees.” Glessner has been a member of the Board of Trustees for six years, and he’s following Dr. John Holloway as chair. “I see it as a challenge, but it is something I’ve thought about for several years,” he explained. “Because I feel the school has done something for me and has helped me become the person I am today, I felt an obligation to give back to the school financially and with my support. I’ve been very successful in my life, and that’s why, now that I have this opportunity, I’ve accepted it and plan to do everything I can to help Linsly continue to offer what it does to young people. “For me, it’s about direction, and it’s about making sure the school is around for many, many years to come,” Glessner said. “I know the members of my Class of ‘85 greatly benefited from the experiences and from the education they gained while they were students here at Linsly, and I look forward to seeing that continue under my watch for many years.” Sydney Glessner was graduated in 2021, and Kelsey will complete her days at Linsly this Sunday. Two Plus Two Numbers make sense and things add up. That’s the way it’s been since Gary was that high school student in the 1980s, and that’s why he’s been successful collecting the different divisions that comprise The Glessner Group. He’s partnered with Brett Andrews, Eric Snodgrass, and Stephen Wharton to form a firm that offers services associated with wealth management, multimedia, insurance, and accounting. Glessner wants to accomplish the same as one of Linsly’s primary leaders. “As a board, we’re trying to surround ourselves with successful, local business people who want to take an interest in the school to provide financial support and community support so we can provide the next generation that kind of education that Linsly has offered for many, many decades,” he said. “For a lot of years, we’ve had an older board of trustees and they have done an impressive job, but now I feel it’s time we attract some younger members. “If we attract younger members, that means they will be on the board for a while instead of coming on at the age 65 and being done five years later,” Glessner explained. “To lead any organization, I believe you have to have a group of people who work together for a while so the best results can be produced. That’s what I would like to see take place with Linsly’s Board of Trustees while I’m serving as the chair.” Glessner’s son, Gary Jr., is 29 years old and resides in Wheeling, and Gary Sr. and his wife, Missy, have two daughters, as well, including Sydney, who was graduated in 2021 and now is attending Clemson University. Kelsey, who is a member of the Class of 2023, will be in the audience while her father delivers a commencement address this Sunday afternoon. “I’ll discuss three things – organizational skills, time management, and leadership,” Glessner said. “Those are the things I can remember learning during my days at Linsly that I utilize every single day as an adult and as a business professional, and that’s because of the workload we handled every day on top of our extracurricular activities. It was hard work, and if you weren’t up to it, you didn’t last long and that’s still true today. “And, as far leadership, that was expected when I was a student, I know it still is because of my daughters and their years here. It goes without saying, but it’s still a challenge and it makes you grow as a person,” he said. “And it makes you a leader and that will benefit you throughout your life.” Glessner was a student at Linsly Military Institute and then returned to the college prep school for his junior and senior years. All 52 Cadets A gallon of gas was around $1.15 and a dozen eggs cost 80 cents in 1985, and Linsly was an all-male college preparatory school with grades 5-12. Rax Roast Beef still was open at the bottom of Knox Lane, the Stifel Field House was nothing but a development dream, and Glessner was a Prefect (student government), a member of the Math Club, the Science Research group, and he was a letterman for the Linsly varsity baseball team his junior and senior years. And when Glessner recalls his high school years, he remembers homework, competition, and the lifelong friendships he cherishes today. “What’s great is that I don’t believe the school has changed much since I was a student,” he said. “Of course, society has forced a lot of changes on all of us over the years, but fundamentally, I believe Linsly offers today exactly what it offered me and my classmates nearly 40 years ago. “The college preparatory environment remains, the rigorous academic curriculum is still in place, and there’s always been a lot of homework, too,” Glessner said. “That’s why I believe the basics have not changed at Linsly, and, in my opinion, that’s a very good thing. We do live in a different society now, and with that have come some different mindsets, but the school still offers what is most important when it comes to the education offered at Linsly.” Read the full article

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MEET HALIME ESIN YAZICI

AGE: 32 years old

BIRTHDAY: October 10, 1989

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Woman — she/her

OCCUPATION: UI Designer & App Developer / Alpha

PLACE OF BIRTH: Istambul, Turkey

NEIGHBORHOOD: Hearthstone Bay

HAS LIVED IN ASTORIA FOR: 6 years

CHARACTER INTERVIEW

What makes Astoria still appealing to you? Is it related to personal or work relationships?

Halime straightned up on her seat. It definitely felt less overwhelming than the interview she'd given seven years ago, when she'd just arrived in Nova Pangaea. “Both, I'd say.” She started. After living here for six years, Halime felt like she had made a life for herself, although not the one she had always dreamed of. “I have a start-up that designs and develops apps and I feel like we have been doing a good job these past five years.” Another pause, and she reached for the glass of water in front of her. Her father wouldn't approve the way she was nervous around these people, but so much had changed tha she didn't think she could be the woman her parents had raised her to be, but hopefully, she would still be able to make them proud nonetheless. “I have also made friends in this city. More than I was able to when I was first allocated in Ampleforth. I feel like Astoria gives me a bigger chance to be myself, to reach my goals and to give myself a second chance. The world has already done that, so I feel like it's time I do it, too. Besides... you have proven to me that it is safe to live here.”

What’s something about your personality that you’re proud of? And what would you like to change?

“If I say loyalty, will you hold it against me for being a werewolf?” She allowed herself to let out a soft, yet nervous, chuckle. But seeing as this might not have looked good on her record, the brunette cleared her throat and continued. “I am fiercely loyal, though. And a good listener, too. I'd like to think that is what makes me a good leader? I've also learned how to compartmentalize very well.” Grief did that to one person, she reckoned. “That was more than one thing, I know. But I figured it would be good to point these things out, as they're a big part of me.” She paused, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Something I'd like to change is... I'd like to believe in myself as much as my family did. I'm trying to, I know I'm trying... but my self-doubts sometimes get in the way of my own greatness, so, going forward, I'd like for it to happen less and less.”

Please elaborate on any violent circumstances you may have been involved with in the past.

The brunette drew in a breath. She knew this question, or something similar to it, might be coming. They had asked the same thing when she'd stated her reasons for asking for asylum seven years ago, and she wouldn't mind answering again. It was as part of her as her new status and her new life. “A few years ago, my family... my pack was attacked. My father had just appointed me as their new alpha, which, didn't sit well with someone from our pack. He challenged me, and even after having lost, he still wasn't satisfied, so, he gave away information on our whereabouts to hunters in exchange for his life, and those hunters ambushed us. My beta and I were the only ones to make it out alive.” Halime thought wise to leave it out the part where she had spent the following weeks searching for the rat to finish him. Before seeking asylum in Nova Pangaea, fearing to keep being targeted by hunters.

Your thoughts about supernatural beings.

“I don't know what to tell you, honestly.” Halime pressed her lips together, adjusting herself on her seat once again. “I think that we have spent so many years of our lives hiding, when we shouldn't. Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about supernatural supremacy, here. But I do believe we shouldn't have to hide who we truly are out there, just to make others comfortable. I'm happy to live in a country that allows me to be myself, and not only that, but also, provides safety for others like me. So, what I think about supernatural beings is that we should be allowed to be ourselves anywhere in this world. Especially if we're not hurting anyone.”

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Verstappen says Red Bull did a 'really good job' with strategy after finishing ahead of rival Leclerc in Monaco

Max Verstappen’s streak of winning every race he had finished this season came to end this weekend after he finished in P3 at the Monaco Grand Prix. Yet the championship leader admitted that the outcome was better than he had expected going into the race while complimenting his Red Bull team on a job well done. Verstappen started the race in P4, but after the double-stack pit stop call by his Red Bull team, the Dutch racer was able to jump championship rival Charles Leclerc into third place then hold him off to seal the final podium spot. The reigning champion said he didn't expect such a strong result after being compromised in Saturday's qualifying session. READ MORE: The Red Bull strategy calls that wrong-footed Ferrari after Perez's crucial qualifying crash in Monaco “I did the best I could, of course, after yesterday,” said Verstappen. “Once you got blocked with that red flag in qualifying you start fourth. I tried to do the best I can. I think as a team, we did a really good job with the strategy to basically get ahead of the Ferraris. “Today was really about strategy and making the right calls. And I have to say the team was very relaxed and on it with their calls, like, very straightforward. There was no doubt. It was like: ‘pit now, we go on this tyre’; ‘pit now again we go on this tyre’. They did a really good job with that. “And yes, I think as a whole team we can be very pleased with the Sunday. I mean, it was a very hectic one with the rain and stuff, but I think we executed it well and I extended my points lead, which I didn't expect last night, so I think that's a positive.” Verstappen pleased with ‘incredible team effort’ after sealing P3 ahead of title rival Leclerc Perez and Verstappen were made to wait for confirmation of their result after being cleared in an investigation into their respective pit lane exits. The Dutchman explained that he needed to push the limits of the pit exit to stay ahead of Leclerc on track. “Yes, I needed [to push hard on exit]. I mean, otherwise he would have passed me because you would not have the traction,” admitted Verstappen. “So, my pit exit was quite… probably that was the most fun I had in the race, just my pit exit, trying to stay ahead, which summed up a bit my race. READ MORE: 'It's a dream come true' says Perez after taking maiden Monaco Grand Prix victory “I mean, of course, after yesterday, not being able to do that final lap, you know you have to start fourth and you know, your race is going to be a bit compromised.” When asked about team mate Perez – who took his third career victory to become the most successful Mexican F1 driver ever – Verstappen said: “Yes, no, an amazing result for Checo, so very happy for him. “The strategy paid off with Checo winning so that was the biggest positive of the day. I’m really proud of the team effort this weekend and to get two cars onto the podium.” via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

#F1 #Verstappen says Red Bull did a 'really good job' with strategy after finishing ahead of rival Leclerc in Monaco #Formula 1

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Kaguya-sama: Love Is War – Ultra Romantic – 08 – Heart to Heart

It’s What the Public Decided

I was initially going to give this episode a lower score simply because it precedes the long-awaited “goods”—i.e. our main duo confessing to each other. But not only would that not be fair, it would be disingenuous. I personally loved the slice-of-life segments this week, forgiving them for “delaying” said goods and appreciating them for what they are: treasured moments of relative mundaneness before the season and series kick into final gear.

I’m always saying how Love is War could spawn numerous solid spinoffs, and one focusing on the family dynamics of the Shirogane clan could certainly be one of them. I particularly love Kei’s two-sided attitude towards her brother, one side being embarrassed and another being proud of how cool and capable he is.

It’s why she spends the birthday cash he gave her to make sure he dresses as cool as he is, even if she’ll never admit to her fawning classmates that she at least half-agrees with them! The fact that Miyuki’s wardrobe is that of an eighth grader because he wanted to save the family money so Kei could look good speaks to how Miyuki is just as proud of his little sister.

No Interest in the Fanciful

Another staple of Love is Wardom is the scenario of Kaguya being dismissive or stoic about something right up to the point it could present an opportunity for romantic success with the President. This time it’s a little heart charm that’s part of the culture festival merch. Tsubame recounts the thousand-year-old Hoshin legend that gives the festival it’s name and burning-heart theme.

Whether a valiant young man really did give his heart to the ailing daughter of a lord or the legend was simply cooked up to give the lord authority doesn’t matter. What matters is that Tsubame tells Kaguya that if you give something in the shape of a heart to someone you like during the festival, it will mean eternal love, and Kaguya believes her, because she wants to believe One Simple Trick will get the job done.

In reality, Kaguya is still wavering between wanting to confess and being too scared or proud to do so—even if it’s in a stealthy way like serving President a pie filled with heart-shaped fruit. But both we and Ai are in shock when suddenly, out of the blue, Kaguya declares to her, while clutching her foot in bed, that she does indeed like Miyuki. She’s done denying it…it’s just a matter of taking one last step.

Culture Festival Magic

Ai tells Kaguya she’s at a crossroads. Whether being the first to confess is the loser or not (the narrator points out this is the theme of the show…duh!) there are only two choices: hold onto her pride and continue suffering in limbo, or confess and experience the relief that comes with it. Even admitting she likes Miyuki to Ai is a great weight off her shoulders. Admitting it to Miyuki is a whole other matter entirely.

As the culture fest is in the final stages of preparation, Kaguya wonders how people find the courage to confess to the ones they like when the cost of rejection is so high. Miko’s friend Kobachi answers that by casually admitting she’s now dating the Cheer Squad Leader: capitalizing on “Culture Festival Magic” when a flurry of confessions and new couples emerges.

News that the Cheer Squad Leader is dating Kobachi is a cause for elation from Yuu, who had considered the possibility the guy was dating Tsubame. Now, there’s a good chance his crush is single. Will he take advantage of the magic and confess to Tsubame, or forever be her kohai and teammate? Kaguya urges him to do the former ASAP, lending him the very courage she thought was so elusive.

Ultimately, the unrelenting march of time must provide the courage Kaguya requires in order to confess to Miyuki. If she can’t go through with it, Miyuki will confess instead. Or maybe they’ll find a way to do it at the same time? One scenario I will not abide is neither of them summoning the courage to confess, or for Miyuki to move to America for college without any confessions at all.

If there’s a fourth season in the mix, I don’t want this one to end with heartbreak. I want it to be the beginning of the evolution in their relationship they’ve sought all along even while constantly denying themselves of it. By rights, they could have been a couple for years. The series ipping the rug out from under us, while dramatically justifiable, would just be cruel. Kaguya and Miyuki are so close to what they want…what would be so wrong with giving it to them, and us?

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Precious To Us [2]

In other words, you’re Seijoh’s manager.

This chapter, Oikawa’s fangirls.

A/N: Here it is! The second part! I had one person request an idea (thanks @minigranger) and I definitely plan on writing it soon but I love the trope of manager vs. fangirls that I can’t help myself. As usual, please send in ideas :)

Listen, Oikawa’s fangirls are mean.

They just are.

It doesn’t really matter to them that you’re a first year, if they’re supposed to be your seniors, they would probably still be bitches even if you were their seniors and in second/third year.

They seem to think Oikawa’s theirs, even though, of course, he isn’t and if asked, he definitely would deny.

And they see you as a threat.

A big, big threat.

Who gets to see Oikawa everyday? You. Who gets to see him practice every day? You. Who gets a front row to seat to every one of his games? You. And who does he flirt with? You.

It doesn’t matter if you reciprocate the flirting or not -- which of course, you don’t -- they’re jealous and they blame it all on you.

Honestly, the first month of managing is fine.

Now that you know who Oikawa is and you’re around him more, you do notice the fangirls, but they don’t really bother you and you’re too focused trying to learn the ropes to really care about their constant presence.

You know you’ve heard some of the other members, namely the third years, complain about them.

About how annoying and distracting they were when it came to practice, or just the mere fact that Oikawa seemed to revel in the attention and love.

You’ve heard them, but you don’t really say anything otherwise because they’ve never done anything to you so you don’t really care either or.

Besides, even if you do think it’s tad bit pathetic, you can’t deny they’re devoted and you guess, in some ways... good for them?

But when you don’t stop being manager, and the rest of the team, namely Oikawa, don’t get sick of you like they all expect them to, and a month passes and you seem to just be thriving, getting a long with everyone, and finally getting the hang of everything?

That’s when they attack.

You’re already late.

And even if you know none of the boys or even the coaches will be upset with you, you do like to be punctual and you absolutely hate being late. So, you’re rushing, practically sprinting through the halls as you try to gather your bearings and organize everything you need to.

You’re already thinking of what drills Oikawa will have the team do, and what you can do to help. Maybe you could bring up some of the notes you’ve made? You’re not a hundred percent on the terms, but Iwaizumi has been helping you, and you’re sure you’ve picked up on a few of the techniques and things you think the boys could improve on.

You didn’t want them to think you’re imposing, but this was the job of the manager wasn’t it? They always reminded you you were more then just a water girl, and that they greatly appreciated anything advice you had for them from an outsider point of view, so maybe--

Landing with a loud thud, a groan leaves your lips as you feel your chin smack against the concrete floor beneath you. It takes you a second to gather your bearings, baffled at how you were suddenly on the ground, and trying to ignore the pain at having bitten your own tongue. But the second you hear laughter, you realized exactly what had happened and your head turns around to stare at the three girls stood above you in bafflement.

They’re laughing at you, quite loudly and obvious mocking you, but your eyes narrow in bafflement when you realize you’re positive you’ve seen them before. You just can’t place your thumb on it. They’re not in your class, one of them doesn’t even seem to be in your year, and you don’t think you’d remember some random face you’d passed in the hall, so--

That’s right. You’ve seen them hanging around Oikawa before, and the one older girl had even snuck into practice one day.

Slowly pushing yourself to your feet, you move to gather your stuff, only for it to be kicked out of your grasp.

“What the--!”

“Listen.”

You blink when the older one, clearly the leader or whatever, is suddenly directly before you, barely a breaths away, glaring down at you.

“You need to quit being manager for Oikawa-san’s volleyball team.”

And your eyes widen, baffled, lips parting as you shake your head; “I don’t--”

“I think you perfectly understand,” the girl behind her sneers, eyes cold.

“We don’t like how close you were with Oikawa-san.”

“And we’re sure Oikawa-san’s sick of seeing your ugly face every day.”

You’re stunned silent. Honestly, you’re not really sure what to say.

“We’ll give you till the end of the week,” the head girl smiles, but it’s a sickly sweet, filling you with dread. “Okay?”

She doesn’t wait for you to respond before her and the other two are walking off, clearly proud of themselves if they way they walk and hold themselves is anything to go by.

It’s takes you five minutes to gather yourself before you start making your way to the gym again for practice.

Part of you wants to just skip and go home but you know the boys would be concerned, more then they probably already are given how late you are, and really, it would just cause more issues in the end anyways.

Besides, you’re never one to skip anyways.

You don’t cry. You’re not really sure why because you definitely want to, but the tears never come and then you’re suddenly in the gym and everyone's rushing towards you in concern, questions leaving their lips rapidly as to why you were so late.

You brush them off, and it almost works, before Iwaizumi takes notice of the dried blood on the corner of your lip that you’d regrettably missed when cleaning yourself up earlier and the scrape underneath your chin.

“What happened to your chin, Y/N? You’re bleeding.”

He steps towards you, but you brush him off.

“I just tripped is all. Bit my tongue.”

You smile and hope it’s enough to convince them, but even if Iwaizumi looks like he wants to argue, Oikawa’s already pulling him back onto the court.

“You’re so clumsy, Y/N-chan! You really do need to be more careful!”

Some of the boys laugh and you do too, forcing yourself to pretend like everything’s fine even though you can physically feel yourself shaking.

But even as he’s being dragged away, Iwaizumi is still eyeing you and you don’t let him grow anymore suspicious then you can tell he is. You send him a soft smile, and then turn, making your way over to the coach to see where you can help for the day.

And it continues on like that for week.

By the next day, every seems to have forgotten you being late and only Makki makes a teasing comment about the cat themed bandaid on your chin to which you begrudgingly shove him away with a shrill “it’s the only ones we have!” and you seem more like yourself then you had the day before that by the second day, even Iwaizumi has relaxed.

By the end of the week, even he seems to have forgotten about it.

But you haven’t.

And it being the end of the week has you scared.

Kindaichi seems to notice your weird behaviour in class, especially now that the two of you tend to stick together now that you’re acquainted. But you brush him off every time he asks, saying you just felt ill.

He seems to believe it fine.

Luckily for you, nothing happens.

You’re on edge all day expecting something to happen, but nothing ever does.

Aiko, the third year and clear ring leader of that little group, never approaches you. In fact, you don’t see her once all day, which that in itself isn’t odd since you’re in different years, but you had expected to see her lackies -- either Makoto, a first year like you, or even Nami, a second year.

But you don’t.

By the final bell, you’re relieved.

It was just a mindless threat. It didn’t mean anything clearly, and they had just been poking fun, and honestly you were fine with that -- so long as you didn’t have to deal with them again.

You’d just have to be more wary of the fangirls. Maybe they weren’t as kind as you thought you were, and clearly they thought you posed some kind of threat (even though you definitely didn’t) so you’d just keep it in mind and--

“I’m pretty sure we told you by the end of the week.”

It’s a harsh thud, you don’t fall to the ground like you did last time, but you do thud against the lockers which dig painfully into your back. And regrettably you let a small cry in response, which pales in comparison to the cry of pain that leaves your lips when one of them grab a chunk of your hair and tug, hard.

Pushing at the hands that grab at you, you spin, not surprise to see the same three as before, sneering down at you.

Aiko spits down at you. “Clearly you didn’t listen.”

“I’m not gonna just quit,” you whisper, feigning the confidence to speak up for yourself. Your eyes narrow up at her, even though your heart is racing madly against you chest, and shake your head adamantly. “I love managing the volleyball team, and it’s not even because of Oikawa-senpai! I love being will all the boys, and I won’t let you--!”

“You really are just a slut.”

You’re stunned silent, lips left parted.

“Listen, I gave you a week, you didn’t listen.” Aiko scoffs, shaking her head as she brushes her hair back, glaring down at you. “I’ll show you what happens when I don’t get my way.”

She strikes you hard, across the cheek, and naively, you think that’s it. You can handle some punches and kicks, because you really don’t want to give up the one thing that’s made you happy for the first time in a long time. Even as the hits continue, and your body starts to ache, you think,

I can handle this.

But still, you end up skipping practice that day. You blame it on the fact the fact that you just didn’t want to have to explain why you looked so battered and messed up, knowing this time no amount of lying was going to get you out of this one. Because, really, it wouldn’t just be Iwaizumi suspicious this time -- all the boys will be, and then they’ll probably talk to the coach and...

and, it’s just to much a fuss for you. So, you skip, sending a text to Oikawa explaining that you weren’t feeling well and you’d be back Monday and to please apologize on the coaches behalf for you.

But you don’t go back the next day.

When you open your locker the next Monday, your homework that you’d finished during lunch to previous day to get a head start is ruined. Completely and wholeheartedly ruined.

And when you glance around, the first thing you see is Makoto from across the hallway, smirking at you.

But you don’t have any proof.

So, you suck back the tears that threaten to fall, and sulk to your first class where you know the teacher will be less then pleased.

And of course she isn’t, but she simply sighs and tells you that if you don’t have it in by tomorrow, she’ll have to give you a failing grade.

Embarrassed and upset, you walk to your seat, ignoring Kindaichi’s watchful gaze as you sink into your seat.

But it only gets worse from there.

The second class starts, a note is tossed onto your desk.

You eye, confused, glancing around for who threw it, only for everyone to be faced forward, before glancing briefly at Kindaichi’s whose watching your curiously.

Slowly, you open it.

Is it true you actually slept with all of the volleyball team?

Laughter echoes, but when you look up, there’s three girls staring at you, all mockingly.

Kindaichi leans forward, trying to grab the note but you pull it from his grasp, avoiding his gaze.

He cannot see that.

And when the class ends, you narrowly avoid Kindaichi who calls for you, rushing out of the class, only for someone to bump into you the second you make it out, shoving harshly into your shoulder.

“Slut.” The voice sneers.

Your lips part, and you glance up, feeling your vision blur, but when you glance around, you suddenly notice the looks everyone’s giving you, and the way they laugh and sneer at you.

But what really makes you break is when you turn, feeling like everyone’s against you, and find Kindaichi staring at you with parted lips, obviously confused, and you just can’t hold it back then, turning without another word, and running off.

The day continues like that, and after lunch, which you spent alone hidden in a bathroom stall, you see Iwaizumi and Oikawa ahead of you, smiling when they notice you.

They look as if they want to talk, but you know then you absolutely cannot like that happen, for multiple reasons, so you turn around quickly, running off in the opposite direction despite the way they call after you.

You don’t go back to practice like you said you would.

And neither do you Tuesday.

When Wednesday rolls around, and every laughs at you when you walk pass them in the halls, or sneers at you, or looks at you like you’re the most disgusting thing, you go to the office when you realize you can’t handle this any longer.

No matter how much you love being on the team and managing the boys.

Little do you know, in class, Kindaichi notices the odd coloured paper in your hands and curiously, maybe even worriedly (because there’s a sinking feeling in his gut) peers over your shoulder as subtle as he can, lips parting when he reads the header.

Permission to quite a club form.

“I think Y/N’s going to quite the team.”

It’s the first words he says when he enters the club room that day, and it makes everybody pause.

Silence echoes, and slowly, unsurely, Yahaba shakes his head; “what-what are you talking about, Kindaichi? I thought Y/N said she just wasn’t feeling well, which is why--”

“I saw the form this morning,” Kindaichi shakes his head, “I know what I read.”

Oikawa shakes his head. “Y/N would’ve talked to us first if something was upsetting her. She wouldn’t just--”

“Haven’t you guys heard the rumours going around?”

It’s Kunimi who speaks this time, his voice the similar drawl it always is, but if you look at him close enough, it’s easy to tell that he’s concerned. Upset even. And he looks disgusted as he speaks, eyeing Kindaichi first, almost knowingly, before turning to the other boys.

Iwaizumi’s brows furrow; “what are you talk--”

“I think someone’s been bullying her,” Kindaichi frowns. “It started at the beginning of the week. Y/N came in with her homework ruined, which I thought was weird, because she always is so careful with her work and makes sure it’s done early. And then someone tossed this note onto her desk but she wouldn’t let me read it, and she wouldn’t talk to me or even look at me all class. Then, when class was over, people were... well--”

“There’s a rumour going around that’s she’s slept with all of us.”

It’s Kunimi who finishes it, Kindaichi’s face beet red, which quite a few of the boys mimic seconds later when Kunimi finishes.

But Oikawa? Oikawa just looks pissed.

“What?”

Kindaichi blanches, looking absolutely terrified; “I thought you knew! I didn’t--”

Oikawa storms past him, Iwaizumi quick to follow, and then Mattsun and Makki are right behind them. The first and second years glance at each other, before slowly following them, and sure enough the third years are heading straight for the gym, to which none of them are surprised to find you there, a form in your shaky hands as you stare at Coach Mizoguchi.

You turn to them with wide eyes, clearly having hoped to finish before any of the boys started practice. But Mizoguchi looks relieved. “Thank God you boys are here,” he breathes, standing up to which you try to stop him, but he isn’t listening, “Y/N wants to quit, but I really think she should talk to you first,” he’s looking directly at Oikawa, “she won’t tell me why. And please Y/N,” he turns to you, “I think you should reconsider.”

“We’ll talk to her,” Oikawa cuts in, voice oddly low before you can say anything.

Mizoguchi smiles, nodding at you before making his way over the gym obviously in search of Irihata. Instantly the tension thickens when you’re left alone with all eyes directly and solely on you.

It takes a second to find the words. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to any of you about it, but I...” And your voice falters, even you can’t help the way your voice quivers. “I think it’s best if I just quit.”

“You’re not quitting.” It’s Iwaizumi who speaks this time, and his voice is so firm, so sure, even if you’re not sure how to argue against it.

“But I-I--”

“You don’t need to quite,” Oikawa shakes his head, stepping towards you and pulling the form from your grasp with ease. You watch with parted lips as he simply rips it right in front of you, tossing it aside without much care, before glancing back at the rest, namely the other third years, turning back to you. “Now, tell us, who told you you had to quit?”

And your eyes bulge. How did he--

“Kindaichi and Kunimi told us about everything,” Iwaizumi starts, moving towards you, as your eyes fall to the first years, watching the way they both, even Kunimi, stare after you in concern. “We know someone’s been bothering you, so, just tell us.”

“We’ll help you,” Watari adds with a smile, hesitantly speaking up.

And you pause, unsure. But then you stare at them all watching you carefully, and see how all of them care so much, more then you ever thought they did and you’re reminded of why you’d refused to quit in the first place. Reminded of how much you love managing the volleyball team and no matter how much you were scared and hurt, you didn’t want to lose it all.

Lose them.

“It’s... It’s a few, three actually, of Oikawa-senpai’s fangirls,” you mumble, voice low, head turned downwards. “They... They don’t like how much time I spend with him, so they... they told me to quit and when I refused, they...” You don’t need to finish.

There’s a pause, before a slap echoes.

“Somehow I knew this was your fault, Shittykawa.”

“Ow!” Oikawa cries, “Iwa-chan, it’s not like I...” But he seems to pause, lips parting as he glances down at you, his heart breaking slightly at the tears in your eyes.

Stepping forward, he pulls you into a hug, and you let him; “I’m sorry, Y/N-chan, I didn’t know they were hurting you.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It kinda is,” Mattsun comments, stepping forward as he smiles down at you, ruffling your hair. “It’s easier to blame him anyways.”

“I agree,” Makki laughs.

And even you find yourself laughing lightly.

“Really, Y/N-chan? Even you too?”

“Sorry.”

Then, everyone turns serious; “I’ll talk to them,” Oikawa frowns. “What they did isn’t okay. I won’t let them get away with it. They’ll never bother you again, Y/N.”

And you’re surprised by how serious he is.

But things do get better.

Aiko never bothers you again, nor does any other one of Oikawa’s fangirls.

Oikawa even makes her apologize, and even you have to admit the absolute mortification on her face makes everything a lot better.

The boys try to stop the rumour, but it’s easier said then done, though, the fame of it all does dwindle and you’re not snided in the hallways so much anymore.

It’s kind of hard to when you usually have one of the third years walking you to and from class anyways.

Besides, they’re your friends, and even if everyone else hates you, they don’t.

And that’s all that matters to you.

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ebachan · 2 years

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SCU - What could be in Sonic Movie 3

Hi,

So, here is another post centering on Sonic Movie 3. In my previous post, I analyzed the post-credit scene, giving a few ideas of how it could tie back to the first movie and what it could mean. Here, I want to present a list of what could be in the next movie, separating the ideas based on characters or places.

Again, I’m tagging this for spoilers, and so, please, you too. 😉😉

For the general idea, I would love to see them combining SA2 and Shadow the Hedgehog games. Both are heavily connected to Shadow, and while both games have their plot holes, they give Shadow depth and a new direction. I enjoyed Shadow’s game, since it’s the only one with multiple endings. It also explores the possibilities of how Shadow can change and decide based on the circumstances.

Shadow

He is a Black Arms alien, but still a hybrid. Could be as an experiment to see how well a hybrid can do the “job” and infiltrate the planets to prepare them or harvesting.

He is an “ordinary” alien, like Sonic, searching for Master Emerald. Can be for Black Doom or for himself to be more powerful. Or possibly to bring back somebody or something he had lost.

He definitely isn’t created on Earth. The technology isn’t advanced enough to allow it. The Ark also doesn’t exist in space, but it could be a name of the Black Site.

He could come to Earth after crashing or by choice, but still captured by the military while being surprised. Given he should be combat skilled like Knuckles, it seems like the “only option”.

Since Rings seem to be the most common way to travel between planets, we can expect him to use them. Would be cool to get more insight into them as well. Like how they are produced and with some luck, we may get Red Star Rings 😍

Before being put into stasis, he would swore he would take a revenge upon humanity.

I know this would be too much for a kid’s movie, but I can imagine Shadow was “given electric shocks” to keep him in check or high doses or paralyzing gas during his stay in the lab.

He likes to “comb” his quills as seen in his game. It can be possible for him to be “proud” of his features, but not narcistic. He may just dislike being messy.

Maria

She lived on Earth, and I would love to see her having a similar role as in the games.

She can be a child, but her being an adult working in Black Site and meeting Shadow there would be really cool.

She would be cheerful and kind, befriending Shadow, who would be used by others like an object.

May or may not be related to Robotnik.

She would still be terminally ill, but using her remaining time to make a better future.

Amy Rose

I can see her working in this movie.

Her personality could be changed a bit to be tom-boyish, but still liking girls-tuff like clothes or makeup.

She would show “romantic interest” in Sonic like a crush, but not to the point of saying “you will marry me” when she is 14 😅😅🤔

Act like a big sister to the boys, and being the most level-headed and a good leader. I can see her trying to “control” Sonic’s reckless behavior, so he wouldn’t get hurt.

Just like Sonic, she would have a high level of empathy, being able to see good in others.

Would be nice for her to have slight psychic abilities, like a stronger intuition. That could help with “searching” for people she bonded with.

Her Piko Piko Hammer is must 😁 A manifestation of her Chaos abilities.

She could be the one to show Shadow the “wrongs” of his plan for revenge, like in the games. But I’ve seen an idea here that this could be done by Sonic too. If there is no Amy, I’m all for it. Or Maddie could be the one as well. It could have an impact, since she is human and still connects with Shadow, who hates humanity.

G.U.N.

More prominent and competent role. Because honestly, in SA2, they sucked and did little to nothing to help. In Shadow’s game, they were more active and part of the story and made an impact.

The Commander Walter was involved with Project Shadow, but not directly. I can see him losing somebody close to him, and thus hating Shadow. It could be Maria if both were children. Or somebody from his unit, like the commander he respected.

He would learn about Project Shadow after becoming a commander. But I can imagine him still missing the key features and details.

They would still go after Sonic and Co, perhaps sending another secret agent to monitor them. This time a woman who would settle down in Green Hills.

Black Site/Ark/Prison Island

Could be modeled after Ark or Prison Island or both.

A place where Shadow would be kept, experimented on, and imprisoned in the pod.

Definitely in Antarctica since that place is ice-covered. And we already had Siberia, so, a new place?

Underwater doesn’t sound right or possible.

Ark can’t be a space colony since in SA2 it was powered by Chaos Drive (if I remember that right), and ChE or ME are unknown to humanity. Solar energy could be possible, but it seems like a stretch. Also, the post-credit scene talks about coordinates, and I don’t think that would apply to space 😅

Prison Island is more possible to exist in the movie. It’s a simple location.

BlackDoom

Very similar to his game counterpart - cruel, manipulative, and calculating.

Could be the final boss, but I can see him work more in a theoretical Shadow’s spinoff. The movie can have hints towards him and/or BA race.

Exploring the Black Arms lore would be so cool. We got basically nothing about them. Why is BD determinate to harvest planets? Why are BAs connected by hive-mind? How did the race come to be?

Black Comet can work since that’s 100% alien stuff :-D

I would scream with joy if they would hint BA like Eclipse from Archie Sonic comics. That would put Shadow in front of a new arc of him going against a non-mindless living-weapon, but basically himself.

Rouge the Bat

She needs to be introduced sooner than in this movie. Shadow is too complex to “share the spotlight”. It worked for Knuckles and Tails since they are “quite simple” past-wise. Knuckles’ Spinoff is the perfect place for it.

Her original role was bounded to the fact Sonic and Co weren’t “aliens” among humans. So, that’s a big pass here.

However, she is Jewel Hunter/Thief, and thus, following leads to Master Emerald, she would find her way to Earth and to Knuckles.

There she can get involved, perhaps teaming up with Shadow/Agent Stone, but she would ultimately “betray” them in favor of her goal or greater good.

Later, she could become part of G.U.N., but it seems unlikely as it stands now.

Agent Stone

Takes after Dr. Robotnik, inheriting his mentality and awakening his genius. He is the most capable assistant, after all.

I doubt Dr. Robotnik had the Mean Bean hide out planned beforehand. Agent Stone gained that place in the pre-quill comic and “redecorated” it.

He also showed he had two Control Gloves and could use them with ease.

Based on the post-credit scene, he overheard them. His next step will be to get the data and check and use Project Shadow in his revenge against humanity and especially that blue pincushion 😆

Would be cool to tease Metal Sonic, as Agent Stone sees non-robotic partners as unreliable.

He would introduce Shadow to coffee and coffee beans.

Dr. Robotnik

Hmm, if he returns, he would probably take Agent Stone’s role in waking up Shadow and plotting to destroy the Earth.

But with Stone showing how capable he is, the movie can work without him as well.

Event

Collecting Chaos Emeralds - They were “scattered“ by the end, and if Shadow somehow knows about them, he would collect them.

Or the Emeralds can be collected during Knuckles’ spin-off with the last one or two being in the movie.

Super Shadow and Super Sonic fight - Like, it’s no brainier XD

G.U.N. hunting Shadow, Sonic and the rest - They are still determinate to contain them somehow. But they can also form a “partnership” by the end of the movie.

I wonder if there would be “Shadow’s death” by the end.

Commander Walter and Shadow would have a confrontation. Shadow would want to kill him (for obvious reasons), and Sonic would save the human, earning more disdain from Shadow. Something similar was in his game, but Shadow and Commander Tower reconciled and formed partnership.

Maddie having a scene with Shadow - I believe she deserves more action and fulfilling moments. The 2nd movie showed what she is capable, and what she will do to protect her family.

Post-Credit scene - Metal Sonic or Chaos. It’s too soon for Silver and/or Blaze and given how complex their stories are, they are more TV-series material for the length. Sonic Unleashed is also a story needing more time and characters to introduce.

I guess this sums up my thoughts and ideas :-) Nothing really shocking, and I’m sure I’m like 95% off XD

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jackrrabbit · 4 years

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Spoiled Rotten /// Overhaul x f!Reader (18+)

Request: What if Overhaul fucks spoiled rich reader because her dad owes the yakuza money and in exchange Kai takes the daughter as a form of payment using her as his personal stress doll whenever and wherever he wants making her into his perfect little doll

A/N: While I was writing this my roommate asked if I was okay bc cause I kept stopping to fan myself and blush lmaooooo god I’m such a brat. I did change the concept up a bit, hope that’s fine!

This is dedicated not only to the OG requester but also to everyone who read the excerpt I posted a while back and told me they couldn’t wait to see the finished product!! Love you guys ❤️

Tags/warnings: threats, dubcon/coercion, dom/sub, brat taming, degradation, exhibitionism, restraints, mentions of forced prostitution, verbal & physical harassment, kidnapping, kinda breath play?, long

The first thing you notice when you come to are voices. Multiple people talking to each other, speech overlapping in patterns you can’t make out. They’re quiet—not whispering for your sake, but quiet because you’re still half knocked-out and you can barely hear.

The second thing you notice is the pounding in your head and the lingering smell of something sweet spread over your nose and mouth.

The third thing you notice is the fact that when you try to blink your eyes open, your lashes brush against something soft and dark. You’re blindfolded…and gagged, and your hands feel like they’re cuffed behind your back. From what you can sense around you, it seems like you’re hunched in a kneeling position with your cheek flattened against the floor and your bare feet tucked under your backside.

At least you’re still in your nightgown. You can feel the frilly silk of it, a useless barrier between your skin and the cool air, and it reminds you of how you got here in the first place.

A loud noise in the night. Your father’s voice pleading. A heavy thump. The door to your bedroom banging open and a strange man holding you down to your bed…lifting a sweet-smelling rag to your mouth…telling you to “take a deeeeep breath, princess.”

“Hey, I think she’s waking up.”

An invisible hand fists itself in your hair and you whine in pain as your upper body is lifted off the floor. Once you’re properly upright, you hear squeaking, shoes against concrete, and the heat and breath and presence of someone behind you. Something rustles at the back of your head—you’re too scared to move so you stay still—and then the blindfold is being lifted off your face.

Once it’s gone, you have to blink for a moment even despite the low light of the dingy room where you’ve…apparently…been kidnapped. By the freaking yakuza. And for some reason, they’re all wearing bird-beak masks.

You close your eyes, almost wishing they hadn’t taken the blindfold off. You’d prefer to live in blissful ignorance of how decidedly unclean the floor is. How dare they let your face touch it? What happened to honor among thieves?

“Do you know why you’re here?”

Against your will, your eyes flick up to the speaker. He’s the only one sitting, and somehow that gives him a position of power among the others. The leader?

Unsettling golden eyes rest on yours, and you realize he’s waiting for your answer, so you slowly move your head from side to side.

“Didn’t know about daddy’s bad habits, huh?” This time the person speaking is behind you, the one who untied your blindfold, a thin man with lank, greasy blond hair. He’s the one who drugged me, you remember in a surge of panic, and you try to stand up away from him only for him to step on the chain that connects your handcuffs, jerking you back and pinning you—painfully—to the floor.

“Careful, Setsuno. I told you not to leave marks. Let her talk.”

“Got it, boss.” The blond—Setsuno—fumbles at the back of your head and then he’s pulling the gag out of your mouth.

You open and close your mouth a few times to stretch out the stiff muscles. “Oh. My. God. Was that polyester you just took out of my mouth? Do you have any idea how bad synthetics are for sensitive skin? I’m totally going to break out.”

A hush falls over the little room. You could hear a pin drop.

“…Are you complaining about the quality of the fabric we gagged you with?” the leader asks after a second.

“You may be yakuza, but you don’t have to act like savages,” you reply primly, aligning your knees together and sending a proud look off to the side.

“Ohh…little princess deserves better, does she?” Setsuno coos. He edges closer to rub his cheek against yours and laughs when you cringe away from him. “Boss, you shoulda seen her bedroom. All pink and frilly, looked like royalty lived there. Bet they treat you like a real princess at home, huh? No wonder your daddy’s in debt.”

“Daddy isn’t—“

“Your father…took out loans from my gang. My men came last night to collect,” the leader says, drumming his fingers over the armrest of his chair impatiently.

He’s wearing plastic gloves. Why is he wearing plastic gloves? Immediately your mind is spinning, imagining all the different gruesome possibilities of what they’re going to do to you. “That’s ridiculous. My daddy doesn’t need to borrow money—“

“Clearly he does, because it looks like he pissed it all away on his daughter.” The leader’s eyes are cold enough to make you shiver—although maybe that’s just the icy temperature of the floor soaking through your nightgown.

“He had a couple payments overdue, so we stopped by to ask nicely for him to pay up,” Setsuno says, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Didn’t find too many valuables in your house, but then we got our hands on a real treasure.”

“Don’t touch me—“

“You don’t seem to understand the position you’re in,” the leader says. “When I made my contract with your father, he understood that obligations like these are inherited. Since he can’t pay his debt, you’re going to be working it off in his place.”

Working it off? You swallow. Somehow you don’t think he’s talking about your little part-time job as a receptionist at your daddy’s company. “You can’t make me do that.”

“I’m not sure you’re getting the gist, princess,” Setsuno hums. “What we’re gonna do is we’re gonna put you in a room, and then men are gonna give us money, and then we’ll let those men fuck you. All that money’s gonna go toward paying what your daddy borrowed. Sound good?”

For the first time since you can remember, you’re shocked speechless. They’re going to…what? But you’re a quick thinker, and instead of letting these filthy, awful gangters boss you around, you raise your chin haughtily to look directly into the leader’s eyes. “I don’t think so. If Daddy’s the one who got himself in debt, you can make him whore himself out to pay it back. You can’t hold me responsible for something he’s done.”

Another brief silence, and then you hear a whistle echo out from the corner of the room (and you try not to look toward it, reminding yourself that this can only get worse if they know how scared you are). “She’s got a mouth on her, Overhaul,” someone says.

Overhaul. So the leader’s name is Overhaul. How ridiculous; it sounds like a villain’s name.

“Aww, princess,” Setsuno says, and once again his voice is too close for your comfort. “Little spoiled princess doesn’t know how to shut her mouth and suck it up when things don’t go her way? Well…you’ll learn.”

You don’t want to know what he’s talking about, although if you thought about it for more than a second it’d be obvious. You suck in a harsh breath and the cool, damp air stings against your dry throat. “You can’t just make me—“

“Ohh, I think we can. See, if your daddy’s been spending all of the Shie Hassaikai’s money on his precious daughter, don’t you think you owe a little too? Like, this dress—“ you jump as Setsuno’s hand tugs on the thin, floaty silk— “was bought with Overhaul’s money, so it belongs to him, right?”

You keep quiet, not wanting to prompt him to go further, but when his hands stroke up over your waist to grope your breasts in full view of everyone else in the room, you don’t really have to guess.

“And, y’know, your daddy’s been keeping you nice and healthy with Overhaul’s cash, making sure you grow up into such a pretty girl…” Setsuno’s voice is a purr in your ear as his hands squeeze your tits almost lovingly, then pinch your nipples through the fabric. “So hey—if you think about it, this tight little body…belongs to Overhaul too. Isn’t that right, sir?”

You squirm in place as best you can but with the metal cuffs digging into your wrists, there’s nothing you can do to get away from his touch. You’re desperate enough to shoot a terrified glance up at the leader—surely there are rules about treating an innocent girl like this, even for the yakuza—but he looks as unmoved as before. “Get her out of my sight. We’ll give her a rest for the next few days, and then…”

“No!” you yelp, too panicked to keep up the pretense of confidence. “I won’t, I can’t do that, please don’t make me—“

“Shhh. You’ll get used to it, princess. And if you don’t…” Setsuno’s hand combs though your hair and then trails down your neck, tracing the path of your spine between your shoulder blades. “…well, you won’t really have much of a choice, will you?”

And then he’s tugging on your cuffed hands, pulling you to a standing position, but you wriggle away from him and do everything you can to stay planted on the ground so they can’t take you away from here, away from the only man who is capable of stopping this. Overhaul. “Please! I’m— I can work it off another way! I’ll be useful— I’ll—“

Overhaul leans forward a fraction in his chair, and you wonder if you’ve caught his interest. “What, exactly? How do you think you can be useful to me?”

You bite your lip and wrack your brains, not knowing whether the question is rhetorical. What skills do you have that would be valuable to them? Suddenly all the knowledge you’ve gained in your short life seems so meaningless. You’re a decent receptionist (well, decent is a stretch), but if Overhaul wanted someone to answer calls for him you’re pretty sure he would’ve asked.

Why did you spend your life learning such impractical skills? The four-year weekend course you took on horseback riding jumps to mind and you want to hit your head against the wall. Why didn’t you ask your father to sponsor a class in something that would actually matter in the long run? And what would even be useful to these people? Accounting? Bookkeeping? Extortion?

There’s nothing valuable you can offer. You’ve wasted your life, and now you’re going to pay for it. Seriously, the only thing you’re actually good at is keeping your boyfriends (or, rather, the men you cycle through once a month) happy until the novelty wears off and you get bored and move on to the next lovesick target—

—wait. Keeping your boyfriends happy. That’s a skill, isn’t it?

Once, a little bit after you turned eighteen, you’d had a rather illicit conversation with one of your more sexually adventurous friends about being a sugar baby. Your friend had just secured a very generous benefactor, and you’d been so intrigued by all the designer purses and vacations to Cabo that you’d almost considered trying it for yourself. She’d even helped you set up a profile on Seeking Arrangements that listed your physical features and interests, but you’d blanched when it came time to post photos.

“But why do men even like this?” you'd asked your friend after your picture-less profile received its dozenth unsolicited offer. “Rich, successful guys shouldn’t have so much trouble finding girlfriends that they have to resort to paying for sex.”

“It’s a power trip,” she’d replied. “Most men never get the chance to have a woman who’s willing to do and be whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. You’re his ideal girlfriend, his therapist, his wife, and his stress relief all in one.”

At the time, you’d decided against it, deleting your profile and telling your friend you’d rather just keep taking advantage of your real father doting on you than have to fake orgasms for rich men in their 50’s. But back then, you’d had a choice; now that you’ve been kidnapped by a gang who wants you to get fucked by a bevy of strangers to pay off a debt you’ve never even heard of, you no longer have the privilege of a way out. Or, at least, the options are a lot less appealing than before.

You tilt your head back to Overhaul, eyeing him for the first time with real scrutiny instead of prideful disgust. Judging from what you can see of his face under the ornate bird mask (and again, what is with the freaking bird masks?), he’s fairly young, mid-twenties at the oldest. Short, sort of wavy dark hair (you’ve always had a thing for dark hair), a trim suit and tie, and those eyes. Like he can read your mind just looking at you.

He’s…handsome enough, you have to admit to yourself. But it’s not just that. There’s something pristine about him, something untouchable that commands discipline. He’s clean. You and him are probably the only clean things in this hovel of a room.

“Well? I’m waiting,” Overhaul says.

And now that you’ve got the idea in your head, it’s almost too embarrassing to meet his gaze. But you can do this; you have to do this. At least it’ll be your choice, and—you’re hoping—it’ll be better than the alternative.

“I could be yours,” you tell him, taking pride in the fact that your voice isn’t breaking.

His eyes narrow and you think god, his eyelashes are long. It’s not fair. Men never appreciate having long eyelashes. What is he thinking? Is he going to kill you for even suggesting it? But it’s too late now…you have to dig yourself a little deeper if you don’t want to go through with their original plan for debt fulfillment.

You force your muscles to relax, knowing this’ll be impossible to pull off if you’re tense and biting down on the words like they’re going to choke you. If you’re going to make him believe it, you have to make yourself believe it too. “You… This job must be hard. Even for a—a powerful man like you, it has to be stressful, right? Always looking out for the interests of the gang instead of your own…needs.”

Overhaul doesn’t move, but you’re so focused on him it would be impossible for you to miss the way a single muscle in his neck flexes. You’ve hit a nerve.

You take a cautious step toward him, trying to channel the sexually-liberated vixen you consider yourself when you’re not in your nightgown surrounded by men who could murder you with their bare hands and not miss a minute of sleep. “You’re always giving, aren’t you? Looking toward the future of the gang? Doesn’t it get frustrating when—when a pretty thing is in front of you and you don’t even get…a little taste of her?”

Oh god, you can feel the humiliated heat rushing to your cheeks. How can you be saying this? You’ve played the role of seductress plenty of times before, but never in such a risky situation. You just have to keep moving toward him and hope it feels authentic enough to convince him.

“You’ve worked hard. And…like he said, my—my body belongs to you.” Now you’re close enough to Overhaul and he hasn’t stopped you, so you lower yourself onto the floor, knees bumping softly into the cold surface. Kneeling between his legs.

Overhaul stares down at you, gaze as sharp and cold as before—and you’re sick with anxiety, so scared you can feel your hairs raising up on end—but if he wanted you to stop, he would have said something, right? So you shuffle a little closer and nuzzle your cheek over the inside of his clothed thigh like a kitten, then raise your head up to him to give him your best bedroom look, the one that says, I want you. I need you. No one but you. The look no man has ever been able to resist.

“…You deserve something to yourself, sir,” you murmur.

There’s a collective intake of breath as every person in the room simultaneously realizes what you’re offering. Overhaul’s expression doesn’t change, but once again, a tendon jumps out white under the skin of his throat and there’s a creak of latex on leather as his grip on the arm of the chair tightens.

“Damn,” Setsuno says under his breath from behind you. Someone whistles. You’re pretty sure you hear the word ‘slut’ being tossed around, but there’s reverence behind it.

“And what makes you think you’re so valuable?” Overhaul asks.

You close your eyes to ground yourself for a second. He’s interested, you know that much. You’ve never really had to convince someone to want you, but there’s a first time for everything. Besides, you only have to look at him for a second to know he does want you, which isn’t a surprise. Who wouldn’t?

“I’ll do anything you want, be anything you want,” you tell him, echoing your conversation with your friend back then. “Take out your anger on me if that’s what you’re into. When you’re tired of me, you can consider my debt paid and let me go.”

“And?” he prompts.

‘And’? And what? You’re offering yourself to him, your body and your mind—what more can he possibly ask from you? You cast your thoughts around, wondering what else you have to give him. “And…and I’ll do it willingly. You, um—you look like a man who appreciates obedience.”

And that’s it. Your last shred of pride is gone. Not only are you offering yourself up to a man to use as his personal stress doll, you’re saying you’ll be compliant every step of the way. Knowing yourself, you’re pretty sure that’s impossible, but you just need to make him believe it long enough for you to find a way out of here. You can pretend to enjoy getting fucked by a gangster a few times. You’ll live.

But you’re naive. And with the stream of thoughts pushing through your head, you never really consider one thing, one essential thing: how you look pleading up at him in that pale pink nightdress—soft, pure, immaculate against the filth of the underworld, the only clean body that Overhaul’s seen in a long time.

And you’re right. He is a man who appreciates obedience.

“Willingly…so you’d be willing to prove it.”

Your head jerks up and down in response. Yes! He’s taking the bait, now I just have to get him alone and—

“Then demonstrate.”

When a moment passes and you don’t move, Overhaul tips his head to the side, gaze still locked on you, and gestures vaguely at his lap. You blink and then shy back, shrinking under the hungry gazes of the onlookers. “You can’t mean—in front of them?”

“And here I thought you were going to be obedient.” There’s no mercy, no amusement in his voice. No hint of humanity.

So he’s serious. He wants you to give him a blowjob in front of—how many? one, two three, four—four other men!? Your first instinct is to jump back away from him and your next is to slap him for even suggesting it; you can actually hear the jingle of your cuffs as you attempt to raise your hand. You’ve gotten a little kinky before—blindfolds, vibrators, maybe a hand tied to the bedpost with a Hermès scarf once or twice, but this is a whole different level. And the way they’re all looking at you…like they’re itching to see you brought down. How absolutely disgusting.

But Overhaul’s waiting for your answer, and you know full well that you’re not going to deny him.

“O-Of course.” You lean forward over the seat of the chair so your face is just inches from his lap. “Um. My hands...?”

They’re still cuffed behind you, but it seems like they’re going to stay that way when Overhaul gives a curt shake of his head. “Use your mouth.”

Once again, you’re stunned into silence. How are you supposed to—? Without your hands? It doesn’t even seem like he’s going to undo his pants for you. It’s like he wants to humiliate you…oh, wait. As soon as the thought crosses your mind, it’s clear that’s exactly what he’s trying to do.

You give him another doe-eyed glance, bidding him to at least undo his belt, but he remains unmoved. Bastard.

After aiming another glare at him (because as obedient as you’re attempting to be, you’ve never been good at concealing your emotions) you lean deeper in and take the stiff leather of his belt between your teeth, gently easing it out of the buckle and trying to ignore the mixture of earthy and metallic tastes it leaves on your tongue. It takes a few tries, but eventually you’ve got the tail of the belt out of the buckle and you pull your head back to guide the metal down until the belt is hanging open from its loops.

A rush of accomplishment surges through you when you get it open, and then you want to slap yourself. Accomplishment? From doing this with your mouth like an animal—like a dog? You can hear laughter and mocking encouragement from the men watching, but you steel yourself and dip back in to get Overhaul’s pants undone. The button is tricky, especially with your face nudging into the hard muscle of his abdomen through his shirt, but somehow you manage to tug the fabric slit over the button and then—delicately, delicately—clamp the zipper between your teeth and peel it downward.

“Oh, she’s good,” someone says from the background. Setsuno. You look up warily, but Overhaul’s eyes haven’t moved from you.

Now that you’ve got his pants open, you’re face to face (literally) with what you’re going to have to deal with. The outline of his cock is bulging the fabric of his boxers outward, and he’s not even half erect. You snatch a look back up at him—and damn it, you have to stop doing that, because every time you look into those golden eyes and that stupid bird mask you feel like a lamb looking at a bird of prey right before it snatches you from your safe little lamb-house in the meadow and—fuck, you just have to get on with it.

So you dip down and mouth over him through the fabric, spreading the flat of your tongue over the length of his thick cock. Your mouth feels like you’ve been eating cotton (probably because they drugged you earlier) but you force yourself to salivate, letting drool spill over your tongue and dampen his boxers. When you duck and spread your lips down on the place you can feel the tip stretching out, you know the friction must feel good, because despite the lack of even so much of a deep breath from the man above you, his cock is getting harder.

You nudge your mouth over the tent between Overhaul’s legs again, letting the heat of your breath wash over him—but when he doesn’t do anything, you pull back and blink up at his face. Does he expect you to get him off through his underwear? You could, but most of your moves depend on skin-to-skin contact. There’s no way you can get his cock out with your mouth like you undid his pants, so…what? “Are—are you going to take it out?”

Overhaul brings a gloved hand to his face to rub absently at one of the straps on his mask. “…Beg,” he tells you.

Your mouth drops open and you reel back from his lap like he asked you to lick the dirt off the floor. What!? He can’t seriously expect you to—to beg him to put his dick in your mouth when you’re clearly disgusted at the whole situation. When he doesn’t give any indication of retracting the statement, you can’t help the mocking sneer that forms over your face. “Please, sir,” you spit, and a deaf man could hear the spite in your voice.

Now, that gets a reaction. Overhaul’s eyes flash and you take a certain degree of pride back at the anger you’ve clearly inspired in him. But it’s extinguished as soon as you see it, and then he’s reaching down to cup your chin, tilting your head back and rubbing his thumb over your lower lip.

“I think you can do better than that, princess,” he says, and you can hear your own mocking tone reflected back in his voice. “Unless you’d like me to give my men a turn?”

This, more than anything, scares you. He must be able to feel the way your spine goes stiff, adrenaline rushing, your fight-or-flight instinct kicking in at the prospect of what he’s threatening.

“Each of them, one by one. Between the four of them, I think they could cure that smart mouth…although they might just break you in the process,” he continues, and then his thumb is pressing into your lip, into your mouth, and you loosen your jaw to let him in. You can taste the rubbery latex of his gloves and the other men mutter agreement, encouraging their leader to turn you over to them, and you want to cry.

But you hold the tears back. “Please, sir! Please, please may I s-suck your cock sir? Please!” Your voice is more terrified than obedient, but that’s probably what he’s into anyway. When he doesn’t say anything, you babble on, unwilling to let yourself get gangbanged by a group of men who could probably wreck your pussy in a single round. “Please, please, Mr.—Mr. Overhaul, um, boss? M-Master?”

“Sir will do just fine,” Overhaul says, apparently satisfied, and he pulls his hand away from your face to free his cock from his boxers.

You let out a hot sigh of relief and angle yourself back toward his lap so you can zero in on his cock (and, hopefully, do a little to block out how sickeningly degrading all of this is: how easy it is for him to threaten you; how he has all the power and you have none; how the men around you are goading you, taunting you and calling you things that should get their mouths washed out with soap). You can focus on this, and this, at least, you’re good at. You’ve always been good with your mouth.

It’s a nice dick, too, you have to admit to yourself as you stare at it. Perfect length, girth, and a thick, cut head that you know just by looking that you’re going to have to stretch your jaw to get around. All his hair is neatly trimmed and groomed, and he even smells good, clean and fresh like soap. You’ve never been in front of a dick that didn’t smell like day-old ball sweat, so this is a first. It’s got a nice upward curve, too, and there’s a bead of pearly precum oozing out of the tip. The kind of cock that’s made for penetrative orgasms—

No. Fuck. You cannot be thinking this. You cannot allow yourself to lust after a gang leader who thinks of you as little more than an interactive sex doll. A tingle of blood rushes to your cheeks as you feel wetness pool in your panties and you adjust your stance, shuffling your thighs apart under the pretense of getting closer and hoping Overhaul doesn’t notice.

If he notices, he does the merciful thing and keeps quiet (which makes you think he has no idea you’re feeling the way you’re feeling, because he’s probably never chosen to do the merciful thing in his life). He does, however, shift one of his knees farther apart to accommodate you as you crawl close enough to him to get your head all the way between his legs.

So now you’re staring up at that unfairly pretty cock and wondering how the fuck this is supposed to start, but—best just get on with it. Pretend it’s not him, pretend it’s…no, wait, pretend it is him, it is Overhaul, the same bastard who’s looking down at you like you’re trash, except pretend you’re in control. Because no matter how many orders he gives, once you’ve got his cock in his mouth he’ll have to be the weak one. Right?

Lightly, slowly, you trace the tip of your tongue in a wet path up the underside of his cock, sliding up from the hilt to caress every bulging vein with all the delicacy and accuracy of a surgeon. When you reach the tip, you flatten your tongue to curve it around that bulbous head and then slip it off, the suction providing a wet smacking sound as your skin leaves his.

The breath of his barely-heavier exhale ruffles your hair and you relish the knowledge that he’s getting impatient. Yes. The bastard can wait.

You kiss the tip of his cock, barely moving your lips around the slit, only enough to let your tongue flick out against the precum and gather the bitter liquid up in your mouth. And then—right when he’s getting annoyed, when you can tell by the tension in his body that he’s five seconds away from shoving your head down to fuck your face—you duck closer, relax your throat, and swallow.

Like a fucking python. Or so you’ve been told.

The exhale that escapes him isn’t light this time. You can almost hear the barest hint of a groan under his breath, but you’re more focused on holding down your gag reflex as you let that heavy cock hit the back of your throat. Once he’s all the way down (or at least as far as you can get him), you rock yourself back an inch and then take him deeper, forcing yourself to hold still so he can feel the walls of your throat convulse around him, sucking him in, dry-gagging on the mass that’s filling you up.

“Fuuuuck,” you hear someone whine, and it’s not even Overhaul. It’s one of the men watching, and you feel a perverse mixture of hatred and arrogance rise up in you.

Overhaul’s cock is too big for you to properly moan around it, but you give it a go anyway so he can feel the vibration of your voice through his skin. You’re rewarded with a tangible twitch with it sitting on your tongue, and—oh—your mouth is watering out of where you’re clenching down on him at the back of your throat.

Spittle slips out over your lower lip and onto your chin, but you ignore it in favor of jerking your head up and down in fractional strokes, trying your absolute best to get yourself down to his base but knowing that he probably doesn’t give a shit anyway, not with how good your throat feels around what you’re capable of stuffing in.

What were you saying about ‘valuable’, sir? you think, and then you pull your head off his cock, so slow it’s almost cruel, sucking your cheeks in and hollowing out so those wet walls are rubbing up on every millimeter of his skin. When you reach the tip, you savor it, letting your tongue do the dirty work and looking up at him through your lash extensions before you release him with a nasty wet pop.

“Holy fuck, can I have her next?” one of the other men says, but you and Overhaul are too focused on each other to even look and see who’s talking.

His gaze is trained firmly down at you, and—no way, damn it—he looks bored, like he could be waiting in line at the DMV instead of getting sucked off by you, a girl who’s been complimented by every man she’s ever been with (including her first) on her bj technique. You know he’s feeling it—he can fake calm, but he can’t fake the way his cock’s throbbing under your tongue as you lick up the shaft. Still, now that you’ve got it in your head that Overhaul’s not going to make a sound, all you can think about is forcing him to moan. Let him look weak in front of all his little lackeys.

With renewed vigor, you lap up the length of Overhaul’s cock in sloppy dabs, leaving strings of saliva dripping off your mouth and his cock only to slurp them up, audibly, wiggling your tongue over the tip when you reach it. And that, that gets him, because you feel more than see the buck of his hips into your face as he hisses out a curse.

And—oh dear, maybe you shouldn’t have done that—because the next thing you feel is Overhaul looming forward over you, hand gripping the back of your head, and is he going to force you down? You hate that—so you take the initiative, tilting forward to take him into your mouth again, head bobbing up and down so quickly that your hair is falling all over your face, but it’s okay, because he’s got you, he’s got you, got his hands combed through your hair holding it out of your face, pulling so lightly it barely even hurts, but it does hurt, and he’s guiding you up and down on his cock and it’s hitting the back of your throat every time, and—and it hurts.

You really shouldn’t have done that.

“Take it deeper,” Overhaul instructs, almost encouraging, although you’re not given the option to pull off because he’s holding you down, pushing you firmly toward the base of his cock. You sputter around it, gagging, and you’re almost fucking choking, and he won’t let you up.

God, you’re not—not breathing, you can feel your throat choking down on him—“breathe through your nose,” he says, and this man, this villain has no idea what he’s fucking talking about, because you’re trying, eyes stinging and then you can feel tears down your cheeks. You try to squirm back on your knees, but somehow the combined force of every muscle in your body is outmatched by his single hand on the back of your head—and—and—you squeeze your eyes shut, relax, open your throat as much as you can and—

Overhaul forces your mouth down to the hilt.

Fuck, is he going to keep you there? You can’t, you can’t—if you could move, you’d be shaking your head and begging him to let you stop and as it is you’re whimpering around his cock. Your throat is making gagging noises and you’re crying, actually crying, actually fucking crying on a man’s dick. So this is what it feels like to be used?

“Good.” There’s something lower and darker in Overhaul’s voice, a husky undertone from the growl he’s trying to suppress. “Hold still…remember, you asked for this.”

You did. You asked for it. Begged for it. Pleaded.

“Want me to forgive your father’s debt…? You’re going to have to earn it.” He pulls out an inch just to ram himself back in. You make a weak attempt to move your tongue around his shaft and you can feel the shudder all the way through him, his cock twitching where it’s locked in your throat. “Mm…good girl. Just a little—little longer—“

His fingers are tightening in your hair, curling around the strands and tugging instead of just applying pressure to your head. He’s close, you think, and then you struggle back, not wanting him to cum down your throat, what if you choke on it? Like, really choke? You don’t want it, don’t want his cum in your stomach, but then he sighs and tells you again that you’re a good girl, and ohfuckohfuck you must be so scared you’re desperate for praise because you feel heat rush into your cheeks and your cunt when he says it and you try to move your tongue like you did earlier and his hips jerk forward and—he cums. In your mouth.

It’s salty, you think. The next thing you think is that you want to gag, because you’ve never had cum in your mouth before. For all your sexual experimentation, you’ve never let a man cum down your throat like this, always telling them it shoot it on your tits or whatever because you are not a person who should have semen in her mouth, much less ingest it.

But right now, with Overhaul lazily dragging your head up and down for a last couple pumps on his softening dick, your choice isn’t spit or swallow. It’s swallow or choke.

Hot. Thick. The texture is slimy, so viscous you can feel it going down your throat in strings. Part of you wants to throw up. It’s repulsive. Filthy. You hate this.

Part of you has to shift your position again so you don’t have to feel your own wetness slicking up the insides of your thighs.

How. Is. This. Possible. You may have just had to swallow your pride (and not just that), but what about your dignity? You’re a good person…okay, well, even if you’re not a ‘good person’ per se, you don’t hurt anyone with your selfishness. You don’t deserve to be kept as a pet by a sadistic bastard who gets off on watching you almost pass out on his cock, and you certainly don’t deserve the humiliation of finding that you’re turned on by it.

And yet. Here you are. Still held securely in place until Overhaul slides you off him. As soon as your mouth is free you suck in a dizzyingly deep breath, but even that is too much for your battered throat and the breath turns into a cough; you instinctively fold down away from Overhaul so the mixed saliva and cum you’re hacking out spatters in cloudy white flecks across the floor instead of on his clothing.

“Stop that,” Overhaul scolds, hauling you back up by your hair and forcing your mouth closed with a hand on your jaw. “If you make a mess, you’ll be cleaning it up.”

Considering what he just made you do to him, there’s no doubt in your mind that he’s implying you’ll have to lick it off the floor. You clench your jaw, holding back the convulsions of your throat as best you can, and hope he doesn’t press the issue.

Now that you’ve got your coughing under control, you can start to sense things that you had been tuning out before: the men hooting and wolf-whistling and applauding your performance, the traitorously persistent throb of your clit pulsing under your panties, and Overhaul’s hand releasing your chin to pet down your neck. “Now. What do you say when someone gives you a meal?”

Just you wait, bastard. I’m going to tie you to your bed and set fire to it. But you’ve got the sense that that answer won’t go over well, so you take a deep breath and look up at him again, meeting those piercing gold eyes with your own. “Thank you, sir,” you say in a soft whisper because it’s all your abused throat can manage.

“That’s right.” His hands feel colder than the concrete under your legs as he spreads his hand down your neck, only to toy with one of the lacy pink straps of your nightdress. “Stand up.”

You stand shakily, too cowed to even consider stepping back from him. Without warning (much less permission), Overhaul lifts the hem of your stupidly short dress up past your thighs, exposing your panties and lower belly to view.

“Hold this in your mouth,” he says, and after only a few seconds of hesitation you open up and bite down on the fabric so you’re effectively holding up the skirt for him. Overhaul skims gloved hands down the sides of your hips and comes to a rest when he reaches your panties—and why did you have to wear these today? Shiny red satin in the front; the back is just flowers worked in crimson lace. You know exactly how good you look in these panties, and judging by the things Overhaul’s men are saying, they’re more than appreciative of the view.

But Overhaul ignores them in favor of hooking his fingers under the elastic and pulling the panties down until they’re resting stretched between your upper thighs. You don’t have to see them to know there’s a string of slick connecting the lips of your cunt to the fabric, betraying in full technicolor detail how turned on you’ve gotten just from sucking him off. He gazes down at your pussy and then up to you as if waiting for you to admit it, but you stay silent.

“Well, well. What a nicely-trained slut I’ve found myself.” He gracelessly pulls the panties the rest of the way down your legs and lets them fall to the ground. “Do you always get this wet when you let your boyfriends fuck that smart mouth?”

It takes you a second to comprehend that he’s expecting an answer. “N-No, sir,” you reply, voice muffled by the fabric you’re still holding between your teeth.

“I suppose I can’t leave you like this, not after you took me so nicely.”

Does he mean he’s going to get you off? No freaking way. You drop the hem of your dress, let it flutter down over your thighs, try to scramble back, but his hand on your waist keeps you from moving. “I— It’s okay, I don’t need—“

“No, I think you do. I think I’m going to reward my pet for a job well done.” He leans back, eyeing you without sympathy. “I’d have you touch yourself, but—“

The mere possibility that he might remove the handcuffs has you straining against them again, and the sound of metal against metal rings out from behind you.

“—but, I think it’s best to keep the cuffs on for a few days…until you’ve settled down.”

Days? He can’t leave you in chains for days, helpless and powerless, so easy to take advantage of. “You can’t,” you whimper, and even though you mean for it to be a decisive statement, with your throat ravaged and hoarse it’s downright pathetic. Overhaul doesn’t even bother reprimanding you for talking back.

“My men have been patient,” he muses, and an enthusiastic wave of agreement wells up from the others. “Any of them would be happy to do it.”

You may have been through a lot in the past hour alone, but there is no way you’re going to let those rowdy criminals have their way with you. You send a nervous glance around the room and as predicted, not a single one of them looks like they have the slightest shred of control over themselves.

None of them…except Overhaul.

Still eased back in his chair, he looks just as relaxed and unaffected as he did when he was explaining your father’s debts to you. But there’s something flickering in his eyes, something he isn’t going to say to you, isn’t going to say out loud. A challenge.

Maybe, once again, he’s waiting for you to ask for it yourself. And if it’s a choice between him and one of the grimy ruffians who’ve been looking at you like dogs look at meat, you know what you’d prefer. Well—really, you’d prefer option C: none of the above (your current state might be uncomfortable, but you’re not so wanton that you’d rather cum in front of strangers than keep your legs together). Unfortunately, you’re starting to come to terms with the fact that ‘no’ is no longer an option.

Overhaul’s stare flicks from you to an unseen figure behind you, and you can tell he’s about to summon one of them over so you force yourself to move, lurching forward and climbing into his lap to straddle one of his thighs with all the grace you’re capable of. You feel the stir in the air when he inhales sharply, surprised, and his masked face is so close to your neck that you wonder if he can smell the lotion you put on before you went to bed last night.

It’s one of your favorite scents: vanilla, lilac, orange blossoms. You bought it because it smelled pure.

“Please, sir, I don’t want them,” you breathe next to his ear, injecting every ounce of sexual frustration you’re feeling into the needy tones of your voice. “I’m yours. I belong to you, just you. No one else—please, sir…Overhaul.”

He’s quiet for a long, tense moment, and you think he’s going to hit you, or maybe even kill you for your disobedience. Push you off his lap at least. But just when you’re teetering on the edge of jumping back from him and begging for forgiveness for talking out of turn, you feel it—a low rumble of laughter from deep in his chest.

Big, cold hands wrap around the sides of your ribcage under your breasts and his fingernails dig into you through the layers of latex and fabric. He tilts forward, forcing you to arch away and all you can think about is how horribly weak you are compared to him. Are you trembling? Will he be angry if you feels how afraid you are?

“You know, I guess I’ll keep you after all,” he hums, stroking his fingers through your hair and down your neck. “How does that sound, princess? I think you’d like that very much, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” The response comes all too easily, even if the words taste bitter in your mouth. You’ve never said the word ‘sir’ so much in your life…but as he repositions you on his lap and slides a single hand up the inside of your thigh under your dress, you bite your lip and decide to hold back your protest.

If you’re going to have to learn manners, you’d better do it sooner rather than later. Something tells you Overhaul’s not going to accept any less than your best behavior if you want to pay off your debt.

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