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noellerain · 9 months

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Antithetical ♡ [suguru x afab!reader]

noe: this man is living rent-free in my mind for days now so you can consider this fic a brainrot/love letter to this gorgeous son of a bitch.

Warnings: [ DEAD DOVE! ] dark smut, noncon/rape (reader to Suguru), somnophilia (reader to Suguru), femdom, babytrapping (reader to Suguru), profanities (vulgar words), intoxication, spitting, implied that Suguru is drugged but not by the reader, obsessive behavior (reader to Suguru), proofread once, Gojo has a cameo lol, just over all madness. [LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED SOMETHING! THANK YOU!]

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Suguru Geto is midnight personified. His jet-black hair reminds you of the night sky when it's void of the moon and the stars. His eyes are blackholes that can consume your entirety if you look hard and long enough. His scent smells like the Earth after rain: a unique, addicting scent that makes your stomach flip yet still brings you a sense of warm melancholia.

Suguru Geto is way out of your league. You know that. But while everyone is fawning over his annoying best friend, Satoru, your love-struck eyes are fixated on that enigma of a man. Just one look, whether it's intentional or in passing, can shake and blow you away like the flimsy petals of dandelions.

Tonight, as you stand in the dark corner of Satoru's living room while everyone else drinks and dances to the rhythm of the song booming from the speakers, the walls seem to close in on you.

There he is, sitting on the couch with his arm around a girl. His hair is up in its usual bun; tresses hanging on the side of his face. He's wearing a simple white shirt and black cargo pants. The simplicity amplifies his good looks.

They say that he and Satoru are two different sides of the same coin. Satoru's boisterous personality is on the face; one look at him and your alarm immediately goes off. Meanwhile, Suguru's serenity is the reason why he catches people off-guard when his true colors show.

He is a fucking mastermind. He plays the good guy role; carefully making the bed and patiently inviting his victim to lay down on it. Perhaps that's their difference: Satoru's always in a rush, his thirst never quenches. Suguru, on the other hand, takes his time. You conclude that it makes the game more enjoyable to him. That sweet, sweet reward of fucking someone dumb after all the efforts you exert may be Suguru's personal brand of drugs.

He leans closer to the girl, whispering something in her ear. She laughs and the bubbling jealousy in your chest tastes more bitter than the liquor you're currently drinking in a red cup.

It's a vicious cycle of his. For two years now, you've been nothing but a bystander. Always in the corners, watching. You've seen him lay out an elaborate plan, working his way down to different women's panties. When he finally gets what he wants, he puts his pants up and throws them away like ragdolls. Then he puts his façade— back to square one again and again and again.

Your face contorts into a frown when he smoothly puts his hand on the girl's knee. From your perspective, it looks unintentional; like his hand just happens to be there. She smirks at him, obviously enjoying the situation she's in. Your eyes narrow on his long, slender fingers, now gently rubbing her skin. It's fucking funny how life slaps you in the face over and over; there he is, the object of your obsession, sitting next to someone else, to anyone else, to everyone else but you.

His fingers slide up her thigh and give them a squeeze; the hem of her miniskirt bunches up on her lap. Your mind is beginning to go into overdrive. It's so unfair. So fucking unfair. What do others have that you don't? You take a big gulp on your drink.

"Oh? What a pleasant surprise!" Satoru's loud voice snaps your mind to sanity; your soul back to the dark corner where you're standing.

You look up at him as he strides lazily over to you, a red cup in his hand as well. He's wearing a tight black shirt and jeans that hang loosely around his waist. "I don't usually see you at my parties. What's a pretty girl doin' here in the dark?"

He leans against the wall and takes a big gulp on his drink. You don't humor his attempt for a chat. You can still feel your simmering envy as you look down on the brownish liquid in your cup.

"Not gonna entertain me, huh?" He laughs; an annoying sound that grinds your ears. "I understand, though. After all, I have a better vision than my best friend over there."

You whip your head to him, confusion all over your face. Heart beating loudly in your chest at the mention of Suguru, his one and only friend. Your lips are pursed and your brows are deeply furrowed. "What do you mean?"

He drinks again, his electric blue eyes glimmering with malice. When he puts down his cup on his side, he gives you an impish smirk. "Heh. Watch."

He pushes himself off of the wall and begins to walk away. But before he's beyond your earshot, he yells: "Second floor, last room on the West wing!"

You roll your eyes. As usual, Satoru is a menace. A baffling menace. You do not get a single word he says and you have no plans on trying. After all, guys like him are meant to be heard, not to be listened to.

Your eyes go back to Suguru. He's still on the couch but fortunately, his hands are now off the girls' body. Instead, he's pressing his forehead with his thumb while his eyes are shut tight as the girl next to him continues to babble away. The sight strikes some chords in your heart. You notice the creased skin between his forehead. It only goes away temporarily when Satoru appears and hands him a red cup.

You gnaw on your bottom lip as he taps on his forehead again with the pad of his thumb. You glare at the girl whose red lips continue to move. What is she even saying to him?

Your mind begins to wander. If it's you who's next to him right now, you're fairly certain that you won't be talking at all. You'll stare at him and listen to everything he says; hang on to every word. But Suguru is not selfish like Satoru. You know that it will be a conversation between the two of you; not just him yapping away like Satoru does.

Your heart skips a beat just by imagining how he'll look at you while you talk. He will nod, smile... Laugh. Gives you pennies for your thoughts. You pray to a higher power for the chance though you're certain that you won't be able to mutter anything coherent.

A few minutes pass by and the girl leaves. Suguru also leaves and a part of you dies inside again and again every time you see him with another girl. Where are they going? Is he going to sleep with her? Kiss her, touch her, claim her in places your mind does not dare to imagine? You finish your drink in one gulp before storming to the kitchen to grab more.

Your childishness tells you that your anger and envy are valid. After all, you've been pining over Suguru for two years now. Every time you try to move on, there is a pang of guilt in your heart. You never had him but he lives in the trenches of your heart, his name emblazoned in your mind.

But the rational part that's left of your intoxicated brain tells you that it's wrong. That you have no right to feel this way. Suguru doesn't even know you. How can you let him put a chain in your limbs and control you this way?

You wipe the liquor that dribbles down your chin. You look up and see through your hazy eyes that there are less people in the living room now. What time is it? You look down on the bottle of alcohol that you're cradling in your arms. Hiccuping, you realize that you drank half of its contents.

You stand up and the world around you begins to spin rapidly. Your knees feel like boiled noodles, unable to keep themselves upright. But still, you persevered. You leave the living room, determined to see Suguru. You decide that the madness has to stop once and for all. You can't live your life—

"Second floor, last room on the West wing!"

"Fuck you." you mutter beneath your breath as you hit your head with your fist repeatedly. For some reason, Satoru's voice decides to pop up out of nowhere.

You hiccup and begin your search to find Suguru. You look for him outside, trying to spot him in smaller crowds. At the pool area, staring at the people fucking on the water, the bathrooms… he's nowhere to be found.

You crawl your way upstairs, opening the rooms but either they're locked, empty or some people are fucking like rabbits inside.

You squint your eyes as you peek through the crevice of another door you opened. Another couple is fuck— wait. The jeans pooling on his ankles, the tight black shirt and the messy mop of white hair...

"Satoru," you drawl, inserting your head through the space between the door and the doorframe.

He whips his head, bullets of sweat dripping down his face as he smirks. "Hey. Anything I can do for ya?"

His breath is labored as he speaks; his hips continuously drilling against the girl's cunt. You can't see her from the angle but knowing Satoru, he's into beautiful girls. Beautiful, whiny girls. Her moans sound pretty, too.

"Where's Suguru?" You ask, blinking slowly.

"Told ya," he laughs. "Second floor, last room on the west wing."

"K," you sigh. You close the door and pray for the poor girl. You've never seen Satoru in action before but gods, are the rumors right. He is merciless and bursting with vigour.

You drag yourself to the last room on the West wing. Frankly, you don't even know what you're going to say to him. Does he even know you? Is he going to even hear you out?

Dread fills you to the brim when you stop in front of the door. What if he's not even here and Satoru is just messing with you? Worse, what if you see him fucking someone else inside? Gods.

You slap your cheeks to try and get a hold of what's left of yourself. It's a good thing that you're still somewhat sober despite drinking half of that bottle. You thought the liquor will make you forget but here you are, about to make the most stupid choice you've possibly ever done in your life.

Staring hard at the door, you take a sharp breath in. Your shaking fingers close around the cold knob before slowly turning it. The door finally opens and you feel your heart throb in your chest.

You peek inside then gasp in surprise.

"Su... Guru?" You whisper, pupils blown wide from the sight sprawled in front of you.

He's laying down on the mattress with his luscious long black hair spilling on the pillows. His eyes are closed and his chest is heaving erratically. Bullets of sweat drip down his forehead and there is a deep frown on his face. He seems asleep but he looks far from being peaceful.

You enter the room; your eyes languidly take in the curves of his shoulders, the muscles on his arms and his chiseled torso that are illuminated by the shaft ray of moonlight pouring through the window. Suguru always opts for loose clothing; his naked image that you've sculpted in your mind is a drastic comparison to the real thing. You thought he's going to be built like the gods but... He isn't. There is still softness; a mix of godhood and humanity in his features and your fingers twitch with the desire to touch and hold him.

Your eyes travel down his black sweatpants. The poor garment is hanging on for its dear life on his prominent v-line. His lower abdomen has a pathway of light black bush that leads to his...

You swallow thickly. There is an indentation of his dick against the fabric. You know it's wrong but your body begins to feel that familiar warmth. Here he is, the source of your mirth. The destination of your late night adventures when deep-seated desires stir. The subject of your dreams, of your fantasies, the muse of your high as thick hot cum dribbles down your inner thighs while you gasp for air; reality settles and you feel pathetic with your fingers knuckle-deep inside your cunt.

You should leave. But then what? Remain on the sidelines, longing for him, envying other girls and touching yourself to the idea of him? Here he is, served with his walls down. If you can have him once, just once…

You close the door. The sharp sound of the lock's bolt sends tingles all over your body. Slowly, you approach him. Shame burns your gut and makes your cheeks flushed. But you're here. You're here now. What matters is right now.

Slowly, you kneel in the space between his spread legs. The mattress shifts and you eye him nervously. But Suguru is still in deep sleep even when you pull down the waistband of his sweatpants and his cock springs free.

"Ah..." You breathe out, calming your heart. It's beating in your ears now as you stare at his length that's resting on his lower stomach.

The picture of his dick that you've crafted in your head is similar to the real deal and that makes you uncharacteristically giddy. It's on the longer side and its bulbous crown is pinkish in color.

With shaking fingers, you reach for it. He stays still even as your hand closes in around the base and gives him a few pumps.

"Suguru…" you whisper. The normalcy of you whispering his name like a prayer is true only in your bedroom as you touch yourself. But right now…

You continue your ministries as you stare at him anxiously. Is he going to wake up? A part of you wishes he does. Hoping that you will get to experience the stories you've heard from the women he fucked before. For him to watch you as you serve him, the memory ingraining in his mind. Your chest burns with envy again but you get a grip of yourself.

Who cares? The pad of your thumb caresses his tip. Your experience will be different. Exclusive.

You lean your entire torso down, your ass hanging in the air. You purse your lips and gather a blob of saliva before spitting it out on his dick. You use your own fluid as lube, pumping him a little bit faster now.

"So pretty, Suguru," you giggle when he breathes deeply. His cock is smooth and it's now starting to take a rigid stance. "I'm sure you taste pretty, too."

You descend your lips and pepper his length with feathery kisses. Lolling your tongue, you give him a few kitten licks, particularly the tip that you find endearingly charming.

He smells so good, too. Sweet like warm vanilla. You open your mouth and shove his length in. He's a bit longer than what you can take so your hands wrap around what's left of his dick, pumping it simultaneously as you bob your head.

He moans in his sleep, tossing a bit. Tears prick your eyes when his length hits the back of your throat. Your hands instinctively squeeze his hips, putting him in one place. You hollow your cheeks and pick up your pace, tongue swirling and licking the tip that's now leaking with precum.

"Haaa…" he gasps and you freeze.

You look at him; your eyes widen when you meet his dilating pupils. "W-what…"

He seems at loss but he doesn't push you away. Suguru blinks a few times at you as he heaves. You can almost see the cogs in his brain turn as he takes it all in.

You quickly release his dick with a loud pop before straddling him by the waist. "Shhh… It's okay."

You cup his face as panic settles in your nerves. You stare deeply into his eyes but notice that they're… absent. It's as if they are somewhere else even though they're looking at you.

"It's fine," you whisper. "It's fine. You're good. Trust me."

His head falls back on the pillows and he winces. You take the chance to finally kiss him, your legs pressing against his sides. He lays motionless, his eyes now closed. Panic dissipates from your nerves… now replaced by the thrill of it all.

You cup his cheeks and forcefully slither your tongue in. You shut your eyes and moan into his lips; he tastes like peppermint. Hollowing your cheeks again, you suck on his tongue.

When you pull away, a string of saliva keeps your lips connected. He opens his eyes, whispering something along the lines of "Who are you?"

You don't answer. Instead, you kiss and lick his skin. Worship every nook and cranny of his flesh, marking him. Your hands are all over the place too, touching him, staining his body with your shameless, scorching affection that you can no longer contain.

Your mouth envelops around his nipple as your other hand kneads on the other. You look up at him while you suck like a starved baby. He groans, his weak body trembling a bit.

"You like it?" You ask, swirling your tongue on his perked nipple. "You like being sucked like this, Suguru?"

He mumbles something that you didn't catch and do not honestly care about. Your lips go south, reaching his happy trail and his cock again.

"S-sto…p," he sighs when you press your face against his dick. "Stop… it…"

"But it makes you feel good, though…" you reply. "See? You like it. You're hard."

You shove it in your mouth again. Suguru groans like an angel as his hips buck upwards; his dick reaching the back of your throat again. He says he wants you to stop but his entire body's reaction does not match his words.

"Stop!" He screams, trying to pull away. But you keep your head in place, gripping his hips. Greedily, you suck him off until his cock trembles and spurts hot ropes of milky cum in your throat.

You pull away and swallow hard— he tastes salty. You smirk at him. He's frowning while gasping for breath.

"Wh…"

"Shhh," you shush him, leaning down and kissing his cheek. "It's alright. You taste so good, Suguru."

The words spilling out of your mouth, as well as the desire that is overtaking your body are beyond the heavens now. Your mind is in a haze and your pussy pulsates with need. You want him. You want him so bad it hurts.

"You seem weak," you whisper. "What happened to you?"

"I…" he mumbles.

You coo and kiss him again. "Shhh. It's okay. You're safe with me. I love you so much, Suguru. I love you so, so much."

You sit up on his stomach and take off your top. Your breasts spill out of the garment and Suguru can only watch with droopy eyes.

"I've always wanted you…" you mutter as you lift your hips. You take his hand and bring his fingers to your mouth to suck them.

When they're wet enough, you guide them to your aching cunt. You hold onto his index finger and use it to rub your warm clit. You keep your eyes on him as he remains still, letting you do whatever you want. He looks confused and it makes your heart ache. What's going on with him?

"Gonna put 'em in…" you whisper and slowly ease in two of his fingers inside you.

A moan rips out of your lips when his slender fingers fit snug inside your walls. You move your hips— up and down, up and down until his entire fingers are coated with your cum.

You take them off, licking the middle finger before you align the index in his mouth. He whips his head to the side— a stubborn act of defiance that makes you annoyed.

"What the fuck? You did this with other girls, I bet. Other girls that don't fucking care about you," you angrily snap, cupping his jaw. "And you can't do it for the one who loves you? How dare you?!"

You squeeze his cheeks until his lips form a small opening. You shove his index finger in, coated with your cum. With a maniacal smile on your lips, you watch as he struggles.

"I taste good, right?" You laugh and kiss him on the lips, tasting your own essence on his tongue. "I taste so good."

"S…sto—"

"Sh," you hush him. "Don't say anything. I don't want to hear you talk. I only want to hear you whine and moan. Understood? Such a good boy, Suguru."

You get off of him. Hastily taking off your jeans and underwear, Suguru's eyes widen in panic. Before he can move away, you position yourself on his waist, straddling him again into place.

"I was so fucking envious of the girls you fucked," you laugh. "They say you're good in bed. I'm a bit sad that you're too weak to show me but don't worry, okay? I love you. I love you so much, I'm going to make you feel good."

Suguru shakes his head when he sees you lift your hips. He winces when he feels you drag his dick along your clit, using your cum as lube. You spit on the crown before finally shoving him in.

You hiss in pain as his bulbous tip bullies its way inside you. Suguru thrashes for a bit before you finally take him all in. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you quickly move to ease the pain; bouncing your hips on his cock.

You look down and see him completely helpless. He's too intoxicated to even think straight, moreso move. It delights you to see him like this; beneath you as you use him like your personal toy.

"Suguru," you gasp for breath, leaning closer to him. "Does it feel good? I feel so good."

He whips his head to the side again but you don't care this time. You're too lost in the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of you; caressing your gummy walls perfectly.

You anchor your hands on his chest and pick up the pace of your hips. It's starting to strain your legs and thighs but you're determined to reach the highest of highs. Strings of whimpers and groans escape his lips. You laugh upon realizing that he doesn't have a condom on and you're not taking any pills.

"Hey, Suguru—" your breath hitches in your throat when he hits that particularly sweet spot inside you. "You're gonna be so mad at me when you wake up tomorrow. Might as well get my fill, huh?"

It's all getting in your head. You arch your back as you put your hands on his knees to anchor yourself. You throw your head back, sliding in and out of him with ease. The squelching sounds of your skins are music to your ears.

Your mind wanders as your legs begin to tremble. God. What happens if you get pregnant? Just the thought of carrying Suguru's baby makes your entire body tingle and the knot in your lower belly tighten. You look down at him and smirk.

If by chance, you get the privilege of carrying his child, will he stay in your life? That's uncertain. But one thing's for sure and that is you will have a piece of him with you forever. A laughter slips out of your lips as the knot in your belly loosens and turns into a mess— hot cum gushes out of you and sprinkles his lower abdomen.

But you continue to move despite your shaking body. You need him to reach that high. You need him to cum deep inside you and fill your womb. Suguru's hips stutter as he lets out a guttural growl. You laugh once again when you pull out and see his sticky cum drip down your inner thighs. Quickly, you gather the fluid and shove your fingers inside you, not letting a drop go to waste.

The reality sets in, akin to the times you spent alone in your bed. But this time, it's different. You don't feel pathetic. Matter-of-fact, you feel happy. Your dream is now fulfilled. This experience is yours and yours alone. And even if Suguru fucks other girls, it doesn't matter anymore. You have a piece of him in you now. You're certain that no girls had their ways with him until you. You were in charge and that made you feel powerful.

Suguru's eyes flutter until they finally close. Sweat drips down his forehead as his chest begins to heave deeply. His face does not look like he's in pain anymore and that makes you smile.

You lean towards him and kiss him for the last time on the lips before you get dressed. You pull up his sweatpants, his cock now flaccid. You don't bother wiping him clean. Even just for tonight, you want him all over you.

You leave the house with your head above the clouds; your throbbing cunt misses him already.

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call-me-a-simp · 1 year

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Heal My Wounds

The Call (Part 5)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

You both wake up to an incoming call on your phone. It's an unknown number and since you blocked your ex-boyfriend you're scared he just got a new phone to terrorize you with.

"Don't you wanna answer that" Rhea groans, she didn't like being waken so early after being up almost half of the night.

"N-no I can't" you whisper, arms wrapped around your knees drawn to your chest, whipping back and forth.

"I'm scared Rhea, what if it's him?" tears start to form in your eyes. Demi finally turns around and sits up. "Hey it's okay, calm down" she comforts you, rubbing your back.

"Let's answer it together" Rhea says and presses the green button on your phone. "Hello?" she says.

"Who is this, where's y/n?" a dark male voice replies.

"This is Demi, a friend of hers" A friend. You don't know what it is but her words trigger a feeling in you that you can't exactly describe.

"Can I talk to y/n?" he sounds pretty annoyed.

Rhea looks at you and you frantically shake your head no.

"Sorry you can't, what can I do for you?" Rhea says.

"Why not"

"Uh.. She showering right now" Demi lies.

"Then I'll call back when she's done" The man says angrily and hangs up.

It's silent for a moment before Rhea decides to speak again. "Was that him?" you just nod, tears silently running down your cheeks.

Demi notices and pulls you into a hug. "It's ok darling, I won't let him hurt you again" she says, stroking your arm. Darling. Why does she say that, you're not a couple, you think.

"It's my day off, if you want we can stay in bed and cuddle whilst watching a film or something."

"That would be great" you respond.

Rhea lays down on her back and you snuggle up to her, letting your head rest on her chest. She puts an arm around you drawing patterns all over it.

"What movie would you like to see?"

"Do you know (insert favorite movie)?" you ask. "No I don't but it sounds interesting. Let's see... Ah there it is" she hits play and eventually you both fall back to sleep.

Juuust to wake up to an incoming call again. "Oh shut the fuck up! Really?!" you laugh at how pissed Rhea is. She smacks your shoulder in a playful manner and reaches over to grab your phone again.

"Don't worry, we'll do it together" she says reassuringly and grabs your hand.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's Demi again, what can I do for you?"

"She still showering?" he's clearly annoyed.

"No, she's next to me listening. You're on speaker."

He groans "Then why can't she answer herself?!"

As none of you responds he continues "Listen you little brat, you're either coming back to me right now or tell me where the fuck you are and I'll get you!"

You tense up and Rhea releases your hand to put her arm around you.

"She definitely won't do that considering what you've done to her"

"What I've done to her? She was the one who manipulated and took advantage of me, I just defended myself!" he argued.

"Listen. I don't know everything that happened, at least not yet, but from what I know that wasn't just self defense. You beat her up and raped her multiple times. You're lucky I didn't call the police yet!" Rhea snaps back.

"Whatever. Y/n get the fuck away from this psycho, she's not good for you, and come back to me."

"N-no" you dare to say now that you feel safe and protected by Rhea.

"Oh you're gonna regret this you little brat! Wait till I find out where you are and I'm gonna make the rest of your life a living hell!" she shouts.

Before he could say anything else Rhea ends the call and blocks the number. "What an idiot.." she scoffs putting the phone away again.

"Hey, you did great! I'm proud of you for finally standing up against him." A smile tuggs on your lips as she says so. "Come on, let's get breakfast, I'm hungry" Rhea says and gets up.

You walk into the kitchen and help her make some scrumbeled eggs together with bacon and toast.

You sit down to eat together. While Demi is focused on her food you take a second to look at her. How comes you never noticed how good she looks?

Demi notices you're staring at her and looks up. She smiles at you and you blush and quickly look away, making her laugh.

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Part 5 of my series Heal My Wounds as always, leave your suggestions, wishes and so on in the comments :)

Taglist: @thatonepansexual2000

#rhea ripley #wrestling #demi bennett #rhea ripley x reader #wwe x reader #rapevictim #phone calls #death threats #threats of violence #ex boyfriend #cry of fear #fear #breakfast #scrambled eggs #bacon and eggs #toast #weird feeling

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hollyethecurious · 3 months

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CS AU: Pan Says... (7/?)

Summary: After waking up in a strange room with a naked stranger, Emma and Killian must endure the twisted game their kidnapper insists they play in order to gain provisions and avoid punishments.

A/N: I know, I know... all I do lately is apologize for not updating more frequently. I promise to try and do better, and as penance I have for you today a longer update than I had originally planned, so... forgive me?

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! Heed the warnings listed below. This chapter is a bit of a doozy.

Lots of love to @ultraluckycatnd and @kmomof4 for their exceptional beta skills!

Rated E /Also available on ao3 and ff.net / buy me a coffee / add to tag list / Curious? Come Ask Me!

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six

Chapter Prompts: I received a couple of Asks asking for scenarios I've included in this update. Most of them were anonymous, lol.

Warnings: This chapter contains depictions of medical assault and rape by instrumentation. Also includes somnophilia, dubious consent, and a POV some readers might find triggering. Please feel free to message me for specifics before reading if you need to.

Part Seven

Nature’s call pulled Killian from a deep sleep. He stumbled his way to the water closet, trying his best to not wake Emma as he closed the door and relieved himself. He’d just finished a haphazard washing of his hands when he heard the soft click of the lock on the bathroom door, and then the dread-inducing screech of the metal door that separated them from the rest of the compound. Someone had entered their room, Killian realized in a panic, frantically trying to open the firmly locked door that separated him from his Swan.

“Emma!” he shouted, hoping to rouse her from sleep before their intruder did. “Emma!”

Startled exclamations muffled their way to his ears, as did the rustling of sheets and thuds from bootfalls. Again, Killian cried out Emma’s name, banging on the door and demanding to be let out.

“Killian!” he heard Emma shout, a bit more distant than he’d expect if she were still on the bed.

More rustling and shuffles of feet, followed by the agonizing sound of the metal door sealing shut once more had Killian’s pulse spiking in fear. When the soft click of the lock finally released, he burst out of the bathroom to find the room vacant.

Pillows and linens were strewn across the bed and onto the floor. Killian followed the trail of the bedsheet and hammered his fist against the door. “Let me out!” he demanded, pain shooting up his arm with each pounding. “Let me out!”

“Why would I do that?” Pan’s voice crackled from overhead.

Killian turned to face one of the many cameras “hidden” within the room. “Bring her back!“ he shouted. “Bring Emma back!”

“I don’t think so,” Pan drawled, a hardened edge underpinning his words. “I think some time away from each other to reflect upon what you’ve done will do you both some good. Besides…” he drew out the dramatic pause, and though Killian had no idea what the vile little imp looked like, he couldn’t help but imagine a sinister grin being applied to his next words. “We both know your little act of defiance last night cannot go without punishment.”

“Take me, then” Killian pleaded. “Bring Emma back and take me! I’ll bear the punishment. Just… don’t hurt Emma.”

“Oh, you’ll share in the punishment,” Pan promised. “I have something very special planned for the both of you. Don’t you worry about that.”

Feedback shrieked through the speakers, forcing Killian to cover his ears as Pan quite clearly and effectively shut down their communication. Tears welled in Killian’s eyes and his whole body shook from the overwhelming fear consuming him.

What was Pan planning to do? How long would he and Emma be separated from one another? What would they have to endure whilst they were reflecting?

Killian sank down on the edge of the bed and buried his head in his hands. “I’m so sorry, Emma,” he whispered into the silence. “I’m so sorry, my love.”

Eventually, he traded his seated position at the end of the bed to being curled up in the fetal position upon it. He watched the path of the sun as its beams entered through the high window after sunrise and crossed the floor of the room during the early morning hours. He was numb and emotionally spent, having given over to the terror and tears that had wracked his body for what seemed like hours. Now, he just laid there, staring at the chips and cracks in the floor, without even the energy to chastise himself. What would the point be in that? It wasn’t as though there was anything he could do. No way out of the room, no way to communicate with anyone, no way to help Emma.

Killian clamped his eyes shut and fought back the rising bile his mutinous imagination threatened to bring up. Try as he might to keep the thoughts and visions at bay, he couldn’t help but consider the atrocities Pan might be subjecting her to. He turned his face into the mattress and balled the sheet in his hand, attempting once more to expel the torment of his mind.

The crackle of static from the tv screen grabbed his attention and Killian bolted off the bed. The monitor showed a sterile looking exam room, much like one would find at a physician’s office. Coming into frame from off screen, a Lost One appeared carrying an unconscious Emma in his arms. Killian tensed as he watched him lay her on the exam table, only relaxing when he disappeared out of frame again. The relief was short lived when another man entered, quickly followed by a small statured woman. Both were garbed in medical scrubs, including surgical masks, which obscured their identity.

Killian watched in confused horror as the woman - a nurse? - folded out a pair of stirrups from the end of the table and set Emma’s feet into them. She and the doctor (or at least, Killian hoped he was a doctor) positioned Emma to their liking, covering her lower half with a sheet before the doctor brought over a stool and sat between her spread open legs. Killian watched with shallow breaths and clenched fists as the nurse handed the doctor instruments so he could perform some sort of procedure. When it finally became clear to him, Killian was shocked to realize what he was witnessing.

They were removing her IUD.

Pushing himself away from the exam table, the doctor stood and removed his gloves. There was no audio, but Killian deduced he had given the nurse instructions before departing. It wasn’t until after the man had gone that Killian acknowledged the reason for the extra tension he’d been holding. As violating as the procedure had been, Killian had prepared himself to witness an altogether different kind of violation of his Swan.

Shaken, Killian sat back down and ran his hands through his hair, only vaguely aware Pan had come back on the speaker.

“What?”

“Pan says,” he repeated, “you are not permitted to tell her what you just saw.”

Stunned, Killian blinked several times, letting his mind catch up to the horrors Pan continued to lay before him, then thunderously, he stood and shouted, “You can’t expect me to keep something of this magnitude from her!”

“You will if you want to keep her alive,” Pan stated flatly, sobering Killian and sending a chill down his spine. “Keep this to yourself,” Pan warned again. “Or your punishment will be paid by her… with her life.”

~/~

Emma sat on a tiny cot with her knees pulled up to her chest. The hospital gown they’d given her the day before was stiff and scratchy against her skin, but at least she was no longer cramping.

Pan had told her that she would be the one punished, because she had been the instigator in her and Killian’s “dalliance”. The price for such an offense… she had to have her IUD removed, and she had to keep its removal a secret from Killian.

“You can’t expect me to keep something like that from him!” she’d protested, yelling up at the speakers embedded in the ceiling of her new, tiny cell.

“If you do not,” Pan had warned her coldly, “Then I will force Killian to pay the price… with a pound of his flesh.”

When the doctor had come in to talk with her before the procedure, she’d learned he was one of Pan’s poor unfortunate victims as well, forced to serve as the demented imp’s medical errand boy. He seemed professional enough, though perhaps a bit arrogant. His brash demeanor shifted though when Emma asked him what Pan had meant by “a pound of flesh.”

Swallowing hard, the platinum haired man exhaled deeply before confessing, “It could mean a variety of things. Having an organ removed so it can be sold on the black market, or even an… an amputation.”

“Amputation?!” Emma exclaimed in a shocked whisper. “You mean you…”

Solemnly the man nodded. “I’ve been forced to remove every organ imaginable and sever untold numbers of body parts from various victims of Pan’s.” Taking her hand in his, he squeezed it tightly and advised, “If you want your friend to remain whole, then do as Pan says.”

She’d woken up in this new room some time later, sore between her legs in a different sort of way than she had been after her night with Killian. A note with self-care instructions and a bottle of ibuprofen had been left on the table by her bedside, and it was then Emma had realized she’d mercifully been anesthetized for the procedure. The day had stretched into night and Emma had sat paralyzed with guilt and fear over what Killian might be going through. She’d had little to no sleep, and was therefore more on edge than normal when the door to her cell opened the next morning.

“Sorry,” the doctor apologized, noting how she’d balked at his appearance. “I just wanted to check and see how you were doing. Is it alright if I examine you? I have my nurse with me.”

Emma consented to his examination, not wishing to give Pan any further ammunition to use against her, or worse… against Killian.

“Everything seems to be in order,” he told her. “Anything bothering you physically? Any pain?”

Emma shook her head and mumbled she was fine, then sat back up with the assistance of the nurse once he’d finished. She was just straightening the hospital gown when she felt the prick of a needle pierce her shoulder.

“What did you…” The question fell away as numbness immediately began to overtake her. Within seconds, Emma could not move her arms or legs and she slumped over into the doctor’s arms, unable to keep herself upright.

“It’s okay,” the man soothed, laying her back down on the cot. “The effects are temporary. You’ll remain conscious, but you’ll be unable to move or speak until it wears off.”

More and more of her succumbed to the paralysis, her entire body becoming heavy and unresponsive. When her eyes would not open again after a blink, Emma panicked. Her heart raced at the sound of bootfalls entering the room and a silent scream echoed through her mind when she was hoisted off the cot and over a man’s shoulder.

~/~

Killian stood in the corner opposite the door, anxiously waiting for it to open. He wasn’t sure if having forewarning of Emma’s return was better or worse than simply being surprised. In the last few minutes since Pan had given him the news and his instructions, Killian had worked himself into another right state.

His stomach churned in a way that made him thankful for his lack of appetite since Emma had been carted away. Although, its lack of contents did not stop the threatening bile from creeping up his throat. His palms were slick with a sweat that was slowly breaking out over his entire body and his heart felt as though he might choke on it.

With the notice and instruction had also come the reminder to not let on what he’d seen the day before. As if he could forget. However, when the door finally opened and the Lost Ones entered (one with Emma over his shoulder and the other brandishing a cattle prod in Killian’s direction), Killian understood why Pan felt the need to remind him. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms and reassure himself of her safety, to inquire how she was feeling, whether she was in pain or needed anything from him to ease the after effects of what she’d been through. Of course, he couldn’t do that. He had to pretend he didn’t know any more than she did about what happened to her during their separation. Her life depended on it.

“Swan?” Killian called out as the Lost One laid her on the bed. “Swan, are you alright?”

She didn’t move. Didn’t respond. For an awful, gut-wrenching second, Killian thought she might be…

A sigh of relief whooshed from his lungs when he saw her chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. She was alive. Thank God!

“I’m afraid she is currently… unable to respond,” Pan said over the speaker system as the Lost Ones backed out of the cell.

Once the door was secured, Pan gave Killian permission to leave the corner, and he wasted no time in rushing to Emma’s side.

“Swan?” he prodded, gently shaking her shoulders. “Emma, love. Wake up.”

“I told you,” Pan sighed in a bored yet exasperated tone. “She is unable to respond.”

“What did you do to her?” Killian demanded, his gaze sweeping over her form, working in tandem with his hands as he searched for injuries or any other clue that might explain her comatose condition. Was she still under the effects of the anesthetic she’d been given?

“Careful,” Pan warned in a feigned voice of concern. “She has a number of bruises and abrasions. You wouldn’t want to go and injure her further.”

Killian’s head snapped towards the camera perched over the TV monitor and again demanded, through grit teeth, “What did you do--”

“Oh, don’t look at me,” Pan said. “I had nothing to do with those bruises, or any of the other markings. You did that.”

Killian’s eyes slid back to Emma’s body, and he began to note the marks his mouth had made on her neck, as well as the faint impressions his fingertips had left behind.

“Pan says,” the voice commanded in an accusatory tone, “undress her and take a good look at what you’ve done to her.”

“No,” Killian stated, defiantly. Standing from the bed, where he’d been kneeling next to Swan’s prone body, he took measured steps towards the camera, wagging his finger in its direction. “I know what you’re doing,” he said. “I won’t have you twisting what happened. I know what Emma and I shared the other night and it wasn’t what you’re insinuating.”

“Oh? What was it then?”

“It was magic,” he declared vehemently, with his arms spread in boastful defiance, “And freedom. Full unabated freedom. The kind you experience with someone you trust unequivocally, with whom you can bare yourself in ways you never thought yourself capable. The kind that requires a level of understanding, devotion, and acceptance rarely found between two individuals.”

Each word of defense against Pan’s implied censures was also a much needed reminder to himself of the truth of what he and Emma shared. He would not let this vile monster take from them what they had sought to claim for themselves.

“That’s what Emma and I have and nothing you can say or do is going to change that fact.”

“Oh?” Pan drawled. “Perhaps not,” he stated as the cell door squealed opened and a Lost One sauntered into the room. “But I imagine he can.”

Positioning himself between the Lost One and Emma, still lying helpless on the bed, Killian braced his posture and demanded to know, “What do you mean? What’s he going to do?”

“That depends on you,” Pan replied. “If what you say is true, then surely Emma won’t object to you taking some liberties with her whilst she is currently… indisposed.”

“Liberties?” Killian questioned. Though a sick feeling forming in the pit of his stomach had already begun to deduce the madman’s meaning.

“It appeared to me that she took quite a few liberties with you the other night, so I’m simply letting you return the favor. Of course… should you refuse…”

The Lost One’s hands dropped to his waist and he began to loosen his belt, his salacious gaze and a hint of a smug smile peeking out from the mask he wore.

“No! Stop!” When Killian’s words failed to stall the Lost One’s actions, he turned back towards the camera and agreed with Pan’s wishes. “I’ll do as you say. I’ll take whatever liberties you demand, just…” Pointing a stern finger at the Lost One, Killian implored, “Get him out of here!”

The Lost One’s hands balled themselves into fists and he hesitated for a moment after the order from Pan was issued. His eyes fell to Emma, a sinister sort of longing swirling through their brown depths, before he flicked them back up and glared at Killian as he backed out of the cell.

He’d wanted her, Killian realized with a jolt of propriety rage and jealousy. It hadn’t simply been a command he was conditioned to obey that had made him willing to do the unthinkable to Emma. He wanted her, had been eager to have her, even.

Emma’s comments about her exchange with one of the Lost One’s returned to him and he couldn’t help but wonder if the Lost One he’d just encountered had been the same, or… No. She had said the Lost One who had carried him back after being drugged seemed to care for him. That Lost One, the one who had just departed, held nothing but animosity towards Killian. Did that mean…?

If Killian had a connection to the other Lost One, then was this Lost One connected to Emma somehow?

The startling question would have to be left unanswered for the moment. Killian needed to focus on the rules and procedures Pan was currently laying out for his new depraved game.

~/~

It had taken some doing, but Emma had managed to quiet the panic deafening her mind. Being unable to control one’s body, to even open your eyes or utter a sound was the most unnatural and surreal feeling she had ever experienced. The only thing she could seem to manipulate was her breathing, but it also continued to work involuntarily as well.

She’d held her breath in awe against the swell of emotion that had filled her during Killian’s declarations, but it had sped up on its own, almost to the point of hyperventilating when the Lost One had returned and Pan’s intentions had been made clear.

Never doubting that Killian would do whatever he had to in order to keep her safe had not kept her from again holding her breath until the sound of the door screeched closed this last time, ensuring she would not suffer at the hands of some stranger. Now, she attempted to regulate her breathing once more as Pan gave instructions to Killian regarding their new game.

“Of course, I realize that my voice might be a bit of a distraction… a deterrent even. So, you’ll know a new Pan Says has been issued when the lights flicker. You can then receive your next set of instructions from the monitor. Understood?”

“Aye,” Killian clipped out, sounding closer now than he had a moment again. “Let’s get on with it.”

“Excellent,” Pan crowed. “This will be my last vocal command until our game is at an end. Pan says… undress Emma.”

The bed dipped and she could feel Killian’s presence. She longed to reassure him, to look into his eyes and let him know she was alright, that she wouldn’t hold anything he had to do to her against him. All she could do was lie there, though; a limp piece of dead weight he had to roll and reposition without any assistance in order to appease Pan and his perverted commands.

Once the hospital gown had been removed, leaving her thoroughly exposed, Killian returned her to her back and from behind her eyelids she could detect the change in lighting as they dimmed and brightened, signaling a new Pan Says. If she could have scoffed, she would have. Of course he was giving written instructions. Pan knew she was conscious and could hear everything. He didn’t want her to have any forewarning of what was to be done to her, the bastard.

The mattress dipped next to Emma’s head and she felt the scratch of Killian’s beard against her cheek. Inhaling deeply, she let his scent fill her lungs, let its calming balm soothe her racing heart.

“I’m sorry, love,” he whispered low and soft into her ear. “I’m so sorry. I hope you can forgive me for what I must do.”

I already have, she told him, if only in her mind.

Her breath hitched at the feel of his rough tongue caressing the space below her ear. It only took a few swirls and licks for her to process what he was being forced to do, her skin still sore in the places where he had sucked his brand into her flesh during their lovemaking. Pan was making him trace every mark, every bruise, every abrasion Killian had left on her body with nothing more than his tongue.

Pin pricks of wonder rippled across her skin when he reached her breasts. His hot breath preceded the warmth of his mouth as it caressed the scrapes previously left behind from his teeth. She wanted nothing more than to arch her back and encourage him to take her nipples fully into his mouth, but her inability to move was proving torturous in ways she had not considered.

Her stomach, her hips, the insides of her thighs, all points of contact along the front of her he had to trace with his tongue before rolling her onto her stomach. He took extra care and attention to place her arms and head into as comfortable positions as he could before continuing his ministrations down her back. Long, lingering, dampened laves followed the welts and scratches left by his nails and soft flutters caressed the bruises on her hips and buttocks, causing a shiver to run up her spine and a dull ache to begin throbbing from between her legs, which were dangling awkwardly off the bed.

The lights dimmed and brightened again and before Emma had a chance to wonder what Pan’s new demand was, a light smack landed on her backside. The lights flickered again and a slightly harder slap cracked across her ass. When the lights signaled again, the sting of Killian’s palm, firmly making contact with her already reddened and raised flesh, brought tears to her eyes. As did the next strike, and the one after that, and the ones after that. Tears broke free from her lashes, pooling in the crease next to her nose before slipping across her face into the sheet beneath her cheek. Killian’s rough, calloused hand stroked her ass, attempting to soothe some of the pain he’d inflicted. Pain she absolutely did not mind. In fact, she kinda got off on it, and when his fingers dipped between her legs to find her wet and wanting, his groan told her it was a fact he was now aware of as well.

A series of strobing lights had Killian on his knees in front of foot of the bed, his face buried in her folds with his mouth latched to her clit, while his fingers toyed with and probed her holes. He was knuckle deep in her ass, fucking her with his fingers as his tongue assaulted her cunt and she could hear the cries of her body, begging for release, whimpering in her head, unable to convey its desire in any way, shape, or form, which had to be the most maddening experience of her life. When relief finally came, her orgasm slammed through her completely unobstructed with an intensity far greater than any she could ever remember having before. A moan vibrated through her pussy, prolonging her climax, and Emma wondered if, despite her inability to tell him so, Killian could tell she had come from his tongue.

Her breathing was labored, the sound of her blood roared in her ears, and she felt flushed and sated from the tips of her ears to the points of her toes. Unable to vocalize, a groan stuck in her throat when he removed his fingers from her depths and began to roll her over onto her back once more. She hadn’t even noticed the lights indicating a new task.

Attempting to regain her bearings, Emma could hear the rustling of fabric and suspected Killian was taking off his clothes. Her heart rate picked up at the prospect of him being inside her, filling her like he had the other night, and a fresh ache took hold of her core even as she worried about her new unprotected status. With a firm tug, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed until her ass was practically hanging off the side. Lifting her hips, he wedged a pillow beneath her, raising her pelvis and tilting it up to meet his groin.

She startled when his cock slapped against her clit, not that he would be able to tell. Her skin raised in a ripple of goose flesh when he did it a second and then third time before lining himself up with her entrance and stretching her in that delicious way as he entered her. Grabbing her ankles, he draped them over his shoulders, then wrapped his arms around her legs, holding them tight to his chest as he began to rut his hips into hers. The rhythm he set was punishing, the force of each thrust making her breasts bounce wildly, borderline painfully, as he pistoned deeper and deeper into her. His pace was relentless, slowing down only once several minutes into the assault, when the lights flickered and he presumably glanced over his shoulder to read Pan’s newest command. He fucked her for an indeterminate amount of time after that. Forcefully, savagely, almost brutally.

The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room, as did Killian’s ragged breathing and choked back utterances. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he pulled out and let go of her legs, causing one of them to slip off his shoulders. He grunted and cried out as hot streams of his release coated her breasts and stomach. Staccatoed breaths and moans reverberated off the metal walls until he was thoroughly spent, then he brushed a gentle kiss to the inside of her leg before resting his head against it, the sweat of his brow making it a slick point of contact.

“Good boy, Killian,” Pan rasped from overhead, ruining any tenderness Killian had been trying to infuse into the moment.

“Fuck off,” he snapped back, lowering her leg back down while removing the pillow from beneath her.

“Ah, ah,” Pan tutted. “Pan says to leave her as is.”

“Let me at least pull her further up the bed, so she doesn’t slip off onto the floor,” Killian argued.

When Pan did not respond, Killian climbed onto the bed and positioned himself behind her. Grasping under her arms, he hoisted her up the mattress until she was now completely situated on the bed. It shook as he collapsed next to her, his breaths still coming in pants from the extreme exertion he’d put both their bodies through.

She could visualize his face in her mind. Beads of perspiration were probably littering his brow and gathering in the hollow of his throat. His eyes were likely closed, his long lashes resting against his rosy cheeks, which would be nearly as pinked as his lips, red and swollen from the way he’d practically made a meal out of her. She longed to sweep his bangs off his forehead, to run her fingers down his face and trace his lips, allowing him to kiss each tip and tease them with his tongue.

As they lay there a tingling began to work its way through the numbness. Small jerks and spasms rippled through her extremities, exacerbating the soreness in her tender places. A groan made its way past her lips and she was finally able to pry her eyes open. She could feel Killian roll towards her, concern and guilt swimming in his eyes as his face came into view overhead.

“Swan?”

“K-Killian,” she croaked, attempting to raise her hand so she could cup his face, but it wouldn’t cooperate.

“Don’t try and move,” he said, making his way off the bed and into the bathroom. “I have to… you’ll need to…”

Unable to finish his thought, it wasn’t until she was finally able to turn her head and saw him return with a wet washcloth that she realized what he was struggling to tell her.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, trying to work up the necessary saliva to wet and clear her throat. “I know. I was conscious the whole time.”

“You… What?”

When she tried to sit up, he climbed back onto the bed, stalling her actions and encouraging her to lie back while he cleaned her up.

“Yeah, they injected me with… something. I don’t know what,” she explained, enjoying the feel of the damp cloth as it ran over her breasts and across her stomach, wiping away the now dried-on mess. “I couldn’t move or speak, but I was aware of everything. Could hear and… feel everything.”

Killian’s face pinched in a pained expression, and she could practically feel the guilt rolling off him. “I’m so sorry, Swan. I--”

“Hey,” she soothed, taking his hand. “It’s okay. You have to know that no matter how deranged or depraved, I’d rather it be you doing those things to me than--”

“Aye, I do… it’s just...”

“What?”

The muscle along his jaw tightened, causing a small spasm to ripple beneath his skin. Unable to meet her gaze, he confessed with a heavy dose of shame and penitence, “I enjoyed it.” His voice was little more than an exhale. If he’d been any further away, she likely wouldn’t have heard him at all. After a long pause he finally worked up the courage to look at her as he continued, “I didn’t want to. I only wanted to get it over with, but I… I started to enjoy it and--”

“Killian,” Emma sweetly admonished. “Do you really think I’d fault you for that? Do you think I was suffering the whole time? Because believe me… I wasn’t.” He offered her a small smile, but still didn’t seem convinced. Squeezing his hand more tightly, she added, “I will never hold my bringing you pleasure against you, no matter the circumstances. Every time there’s been intimacy between us, I’ve enjoyed it, at least on some level. Every. Time. Don’t ever forget that. Don’t ever forget those beautiful words you said to Pan about us.”

His eyes widened, perhaps realizing for the first time that she had been conscious for that part as well.

“I meant every word,” he assured her. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel guilty for the things I’ve done to you. Even though you say you enjoyed it, I see the bruises I left, from both the other night and the ones forming from my actions from only moments ago, and I hate myself for causing you pain.”

Stronger now, she sat up and cupped his face. “I won’t pretend I’m not sore, but… being with you is hands down the best sex of my life, and I would do it all again in a heartbeat.”

His eyes flickered between hers, reading the truth in her gaze and causing a more genuine smile to bloom from his face.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he replied on a heavy, relieved breath. Then a smirk lifted the corner of his mouth and with a raised brow he cheeked, “Though, given what you’ve told me of your past sexual encounters, that isn’t really saying much.”

She laughed and slapped his shoulder before falling into his arms, surrendering into his embrace as they clung to each other for several minutes. It wasn’t until after they’d broken apart, with him helping her off the bed so they could both get dressed, that a sobering thought occurred to her.

“You know,” she said, uncomfortably clearing her throat as she pulled her pants up over her hips, “given what I know of your past… I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same. About the sex, I mean. Well, that and--”

“Don’t get me wrong,” he said, interrupting her before she could mention Milah, the love he had lost and practically ruined his life for. “I loved Milah and we had many wonderful experiences together, but,” he took her hands in his and gazed at her in a way she thought she might drown in those blue depths, “nothing as ever amazing as… this.”

Guiding her back to the bed, they sat on its edge and he further confided, “I think Milah and I always had a part of ourselves held back from the other. Regardless of how we felt, we knew it was wrong. We knew we weren’t free to truly love one another, and since having met you, I’ve come to realize something.”

“What?”

Flicking up his gaze, he said something she never would have expected. “How alike her husband and I truly were.”

Emma blanched. “What do you mean?”

Running his thumb over the backs of her knuckles, he paused for a long moment. Emma could tell this revelation was not easy for him. Perhaps he was still trying to find a way to verbalize it. Sensing he needed time, she waited patiently for him to continue.

“She belonged to him. That’s what he always said,” he relayed, haltingly, from the memories he was dredging up. “She belonged to him. Her husband.” Pulling himself back into the here and now, he focused on her once more and a sad smile ghosted across his lips. “Milah used to assure me that despite the fact she was married, she belonged to me, and I took that to heart. I started to feel like she did belong to me, and I was wrong for doing so. Not because she was married, but because… a woman should not belong to anyone. She was not an object to possess, anymore than you are.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his attention turned towards the door of their cell. “He thought you were his to possess. I see that now.”

“Who?”

“The Lost One who came in here when Pan threatened to have another fulfill his demented wishes.”

Her gasp pulled his attention back towards her, and she felt as though her heart might hammer its way out of her chest as he told her, “I think he has a connection to you, Swan. Like the other Lost One has towards me. I think you know him, because I am certain he knows you.”

“How?” she asked, breathlessly. “How do you know--”

“He wanted you,” Killian begrudgingly told her. “But more than that, it was like he felt he had a right to have you. I could see a longing in his eyes, as though he knew… knew what having you would be like.”

Emma opened her mouth to respond, her mind racing with the implications of Killian’s words, but before she could say anything he took her face in his hands and the look in his eyes stole her breath away.

“You may have given me your consent. You might even think I had a right to do what I did in obeying Pan’s rules in order to safeguard your body and your dignity, but you do not belong to me, Swan. You are not mine to do with as I wish.” Pressing his forehead to hers, he murmured, “But I hope you might feel as though you belong with me, as I feel I belong with you. That we belong together, not to each other.” Swallowing thickly, he pulled back and softly whispered, “I love you, Emma.” Then captured her lips before she could reply.

Part Eight

#csff #cs ff #cs fic #cs au #pan says...#heed the warnings #words by hollye

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The Evolution of Pop Punk Gojo / No Scrubs

Honestly the real answer as to why he's such a pop punk gremlin in May Death Never Stop You is bc I wanted him to be lol. But I did come up with a backstory for it even if I doubt it'll ever make the fic itself.

Keep in mind this is not at all part of the story and Gojo / No Scrubs can play whatever music you want, any songs I call out specifically are really just examples.

BABY PUNK IN THE MAKING ERA: 2000

It’s 2000. The Sony Walkman CD player has been around for over 15 years; the iPod is only a year away.

Gojo is ten years-old and he’s just lost his useless minders in the crowded, tangled streets around Harajuku.

Being allowed out alone (for a given definition of alone, but at the very least without the usual entourage befitting the young master of an ancient house) is a new experience for him. He’s spent the entirety of his life enclosed within the guarded walls of the Gojo clan, learning his clan’s history and techniques. It’s been a very sheltered and secluded existence, and not entirely without reason; since the heralded birth of the Six Eyes holder, assassins and curses alike have been after him. The existence of Gojo Satoru changed the world order, and he was guarded accordingly. It’s rare he has a chance to leave the clan compound, rarer still to be out alone.

But he’s almost eleven now, and he’s mastered his clan’s Limitless Blue technique as well as Infinity; even first-grade curses wouldn’t give him much trouble anymore. He no longer needs the stifling protection of his clan to the degree he had as a small child, and accordingly the hold his clan has on him is growing tenuous. So he’s given the day in Tokyo, ostensibly to find himself a present for his birthday.

He probably would have just gone with cake— he has a rampant sweet tooth, but is rarely allowed to eat sweets— but he’s distracted by blaring, foreign music.

He finds himself alone in front of a record store blasting rock music from a boombox speaker in the front. The store is full of punk clothing, streetwear, and endless rows of CDs all stuffed full of questionably dressed youths. The whole store is very Western, which is a novelty for a child with a very traditional and secluded upbringing in the already secluded Jujutsu society— it’s noisy and loud and seems to be the antithesis to everything his clan has tried to teach him about etiquette and propriety as the scion of a noble house; suffice it to say, he loves it at first sight.

So of course the first thing he does is buy himself a Sony Walkman and grab a handful of CDs from the front table.

The hapless and chronically underpaid part-timer who happened to stock the front display that day was not prepared to accidentally set the most powerful Jujutsu sorcerer on his road of anti-establishment chaos, but really what else did you expect from putting up all that 90's alt-grunge?

Siamese Dream ℗ Smashing Pumpkins, 1994 | Nevermind ℗ Nirvana, 1991 | Third Eye Blind ℗ Third Eye Blind, 1997

Gojo basically grew up in a house with little exposure to music, so throwing himself directly into a genre baked in themes of social alienation, angst, and loneliness that happened to perfectly reflect his own life experiences was something of a happy coincidence. He didn't understand nearly enough English at the time to comprehend the lyrics, but the feeling was conveyed nonetheless.

At some point during his pre-teen angst era he gets access to a computer. His very traditional and insulated family have no fucking clue what the hell a computer even is, so when he says he wants one and goes and gets it they have no idea what kind of open frontier they're giving him with access to the internet. 2001 rolls around and Gojo gets his hands on his first iPod, and promptly becomes that kid on iTunes who racks up hundreds of dollars worth of music purchases before even realizing what he's done.

Most Played Tracks on Gojo's poor Sony Walkman:

Nirvana: Come As You Are, Rape Me, Smells Like Teen Spirit, In Bloom

Smashing Pumpkins: Mayonaise, Today, Cherub Rock, 1979, Bullet with Butterfly Wings

Soundgarden: Black Hole Sun, Spoonman

Third Eye Blind: Semi-Charmed Life, How's It Going to Be, Jumper, Narcolepsy

--MIDDLE SCHOOL GLORY DAYS ERA | 2002 - 2005--

He's in junior high when Fall Out Boy drops Take This To Your Grave in 2003. He's a tiny body of angst and arrogance at the time, so the rebellious-spirited, nihilistic bad-boy aesthetic of pop-punk really resonated with him. He gets really into it; middle school sucks for everyone, but it especially sucks when you've been heralded as a once-in-a-generation sorcerer with god-like powers yet somehow you're still shucked into an elitist young master's private school full of normal (if not blindingly rich) people.

Gojo is very good looking and very good at everything he tries his hand at, so it's not a matter of popularity necessarily. People flock to him all the time, but even amongst a crowd of enamored pre-teens he's never felt more alone. His arrogant personality keeps everyone at a distance, just as he likes it. It all seems so pointless to him, when he's going to Jujutsu Tech for high school anyway. These people don't matter, and they may as well be aliens with how much they live in an entirely different world than Gojo.

Take This To Your Grave ℗ Fall Out Boy, 2003 | American Idiot ℗ Green Day, 2004 | Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge ℗ My Chemical Romance, 2004

This is also around the time he commits himself to actually learning English well enough to understand the lyrics - no matter how fast or convoluted the accent - and he spends a lot of time ignoring the world in his room with his headphones at full blast. A rite of passage for any self-respecting preteen full of existential fatalism.

Completely alone even as he's put on a pedestal by Jujutsu society, music is really his only solace. It makes a profound impact on him, if only because it's the only human touch that can still reach him through his Infinity. He's pushed everyone out of his life but Gerard Way and Patrick Stump, which I also firmly believe is a preteen rite of passage.

He definitely lays around in bed and debates blowing things up, except unlike regular preteens who regularly stomp up to their room and slam the door shut and tell the world to fuck off he's actually capable of doing it. He doesn't though, and instead just listens to You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison for the hundredth time.

Songs that Made it Onto Gojo's iPod Shuffle:

Blink 182: What's my Age Again, Mutt, Stay Together For the Kids

Bowling for Soup: 1985

Fall Out Boy: Homesick at Space Camp, Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over, Saturday

Green Day: Jesus of Suburbia, American Idiot, Holiday,

Good Charlotte: The Anthem, Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous

Lit: My Own Worst Enemy

The Killers: When You Were Young, Mr. Brightside, Somebody Told Me

My Chemical Romance: You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison, I Never Told You What I do For a Living, I'm Not Okay (I Promise), Famous Last Words, Helena

Sum 41: Fat Lip, In Too Deep

Weezer: Say it AIn't So

--HIGH SCHOOL ANGST ERA | 2005 - 2008--

Gojo finally starts his tenure as a student at Jujutsu Tech and it's... unexpected. There are only two other sorcerers in his year and he's not really getting along with either of them. Not that he really puts in anything but a nominal effort. He's spent all of his junior high career as the king of his school, and that was among a bunch of kids who couldn't even comprehend his actual greatness.

Now he's returned to the Jujutsu World, and becomes the irreverent, chaotic, rule-flaunting little shit we all love and adore.

He's a bit disillusioned by it all, to be honest. Life, generally, but also all the pageantry that goes into every facet of it. There's a certain anxiety and depression that goes along with looking at your own life, which is the premise of most of Pete Wentz's lyrics on Fall Out Boy's Under the Cork Tree and also just the thematic overview of Gojo's high school existence. There's an emptiness that comes after the existential dread of self-introspection that Gojo promptly fills up with Fall Out Boy, and then with the addition of Infinity on High (his favorite album, entirely because it has Infinity in the name) even more Fall Out Boy.

From Under the Cork Tree ℗ Fall Out Boy, 2005 | So Wrong, It's Right ℗ All Time Low, 2007 | Infinity on High ℗ Fall Out Boy, 2007

It's an era of Fall Out Boy for him, interspersed with some other great bands of the time/genre. This is also around the time that online music radio Pandora was making its rounds amongst the online music scene, which Gojo spent a surprising amount of time in, for someone who had little to no interest in making music himself.

It would have been nice to be able to bond with his fellow students over music, like he's seen in plenty of movies, but Shoko is a die-hard City Pop fan and Suguru is one of those disturbing 'I just listen to whatever's on the radio' types. Maybe there are other kids in the other years that have better taste, but Gojo's not really the sort to be broadcasting his likes or interests like that - doesn't really fit his 'bad boy' image.

He starts high school pretty firmly entrenched in his pop-punk / emo phase, but it's a pretty tumultuous three years of his life - and society in general, with the internet becoming mainstream and smartphones hitting consumer markets globally - and his music tastes reflect this.

Most Played Tracks on Gojo's Hot Pink iPod Nano:

All Time Low: Dear Maria Count Me In, Six Feet Under the Stars, Coffee Shop Soundtrack, Stay Awake

Cage the Elephant: In One Ear, Back Against the Wall

Fall Out Boy: Sugar We're Going Down, Dance Dance, Nobody Puts Baby in The Corner, A Little Less Sixteen Candles, Thnks fr the Mmrs, This Ain't a Scene It's an Arms Race, The Take Over the Break's Over, Coffee's for Closers

Modest Mouse: Float On, Dashboard

My Chemical Romance: Cancer, Disenchanted

Panic! At the Disco: I Write Sins Not Tragedies, But It's Better if You Do

Paramore: Misery Business, That's What You Get, Decode

Red Hot Chili Peppers: Dani California, Scar Tissue, Under the Bridge

Taking Back Sunday: Makedamnsure, Twenty Twenty Surgery, Cute Without the 'E' (Cut from the Team)

The Strokes: Reptilia, Last Night, Someday

--- ADULTING IS FOR OTHER PEOPLE ERA | 2008+ ---

Post Star Plasma Vessel/Suguru's defection Gojo is a Mess™, but you'll never know it because he continues on acting like an irreverent little shit who doesn't care about anything.

He goes through a period where he doesn't consciously reject the songs that encapsulated his idyllic teenage life, but nonetheless pivots away from the pop-punk genre. He spends a lot of time pulling that Pablo Escobar Narcos meme and staring blankly out into bleak vistas in total silence and solitude. In hindsight, for all his teenage angst and loneliness, his time with Shoko and Suguru had been the least lonely he'd ever felt. Now that he's once again entirely on his own - Shoko off being a doctor and Suguru going off the deep end - he realizes he'd had a brief taste of the feeling of belonging he'd been missing his whole life.

He gets into a lot of indie pop and post-punk stuff, with more electric and synthetic sounds and upbeat tempos.

He traded in his trusty iPod Nano to an iPod Touch, and shortly after switched to the iPhone when it hit the global markets in 2009. Yeah, he was one of those Apple heads, the kind who always had to have the latest Macs and Apple products. In his defense, he was not a tech snob so much as a music snob, and at the time iTunes was the dominant music platform.

Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix ℗ Phoenix, 2009 | Oracular Spectacular ℗ MGMT, 2007 | The Modern Glitch ℗ The Wombats, 2011

He spends most of his early 20's in an indie phase, gets into a lot of electronic, and then from there uses the powers of the internet and gets into all sorts of other genres. One way or another he spends some time in the disco/house music neighborhood, a genre he and Makoto will spectacularly bond over, only to then do a total 180 and decide to form a pop-punk band together.

By the time he's stuck in his second life, it's been decades since he's listened to some of those songs he used to love as an angsty teenager. As an adult he lost track of all his old CDs, probably gathering dust in the attic of the Gojo clan house he avoids at all costs, and as the world moved towards streaming services he stopped keeping up with his staggering iTunes library. It's not as if he forgot those bands or anything, but as the world's strongest sorcerer he rarely had the time to listen to music like he used to.

When he gets dragged back into life as Todoroki Touya, it's been ages since he's heard Fall Out Boy and frankly, he misses it.

There's a glaring lack of the grunge, pop-punk and emo music in this new world he's in, and after digging around online - and begrudgingly, the local library for history books once the internet proves unforthcoming - he learns that most of those bands he used to love don't even exist in this world. Quirks appeared in this parallel universe just around the time Gojo himself had been born. The global upheaval that followed that profound change in human existence caused a chain of events that would have all the disenfranchised youths of the 90's and 2000's too distracted by global chaos, world wars and civil terrorism to make the music he loved and remembered. Music is art after all, and art is a direct response to the experiences of the people who make it.

As far as Gojo's concerned, not having the likes of Nirvana or My Chemical Romance in an entire human history is an absolutely travesty, so he sets out to not only bring those songs back for himself but also as the one good deed he'll ever care to do in this second life of his. And if he happens to make tons of money and reach critical acclaim while he does it... that's just a bonus.

#fic may death never stop you #totally unnecessary backstory #but here we are

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More m4m audios pls

Pride Month continues!

[M4M] Be a good boy and be rough with me

[Mdom bottom speaker] [Msub top listener] [Blowjob] [Deepthroat] ["Hold my head down"] [Anal] [Pronebone] [Rough] lots of ["Good boy"] some [Sleep play] so [Rape] (but not really)

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Hi @menalez, you know I thought I was being courteous by keeping quiet about my grievances with you and not airing them publicly but I guess that isn't mutual, if you really wanted to have a conversation with me you could've talked to me on discord, you're not blocked there.

when October 7th first happened I was unwell tbh and very confused, I thought the world went mad when a massacre against the Jewish state and Israelis (both Jewish and Arab but the majority were Jews and they were targeted for being Jewish) somehow made them hateful against Jewish people, even the diaspora, I was also very confused when the "feminists" of the world even the radical feminists remained silent on the mass rape used as a weapon against Israeli women or tried to deny and minimize it. This is gonna sound dramatic but I haven't been the same person ever since because I lost my trust in people, I don't trust anyone who has no sympathy for others based on their ethnicity and nationality.

and when I went to tumblr I saw that you were also sharing content from antisemites, although you tried to distance yourself from it, sure Hamas did kill babies and rape women, but it wasn't as bad as the media is making it out to be, as if there is a number of raped women and murdered babies that needs to be met before we recognize this as a genocidal act by Hamas? I tried to read what you shared and honestly the people you tried to refute (badly) made more sense to me.

I spent a huge portion of my time watching content about the conflict even when I am working, reading about it, talking to my friend about it, I sought out another friend of mine who is retired professor who has visited Israel multiple times to learn from her, I listened to Jewish people and Israelis and also to Palestinians, I shared articles from Palestinian authors and a Muslim woman about the war, I am reading a book by Mosab Hassan Yousef, the son of one of Hamas' founders, I didn't listen to the ones who cheered on October 7th which is fair, terrorists and their supporters don't have integrity. so even though you said I "admitted I don't know shit" and I am "willfully ignorant" I am really not, I am not an expert, I wish I could read and learn more than what I am already doing but I work full-time on 5-6 hours of sleep then travel on the weekends to see my girlfriend, so I am sorry I didn't know much about Christian Zionists? I'd rather not run on my mouth over something I don't know much about, it doesn't make all of my other opinions invalid somehow. I've always been the type of person who tries to do at least some research before forming an opinion and being outspoken about it.

you also said I am brainwashed by my country's antisemitism and I am "rebelling" (which is so fucking condescending I am not a child trying to prove a point) but actually I never agreed that the holocaust was good and that Hitler was a hero like the majority of people around me did, even if I had problematic beliefs I would never agree with genocide. it's also interesting that you refer to this rightfully as propaganda but do you know which news channel was funneling this and playing in my house? it was Aljazeera, and you share from them all the time without a hint of scrutiny, of course anything Israel says must be met with scrutiny but anything coming out of Hamas and Qatar is trustworthy even though both are islamofascist that don't allow any freedom of press, very interesting.

so mena, as an Arabic speaker why don't you look into Aljazeera's Arabic websites and articles where they don't sugarcoat the antisemitism for the western audience and share them with your followers? or anything from Hamas' leaders? are you intentionally misleading them or just lazy? not sure which is worse.

I do have sympathy for middle eastern women and that includes Israeli women! Which is why I'll never support an Islamic state, they are the worst for women. There is more going on in the middle east than just western imperialism, not everything is the west's fault and even if it was we should have more accountability and not just overlook terrorism and other problems we have, prophet Mohammad didn't need Zionism or western imperialism to massacre the Jews of Banu Qurayza, which was so horrific I decided to fully become an ex-muslim after reading about it and I was questioning my faith for two years at that time.

You accused me of supporting genocide which is..... wow there is a lot to say about that, but I won't get into it now, you said this isn't in character for me as an "empathetic and intelligent woman" you're right, maybe the genocide accusation against Israel is blood libel and unfounded, because why would I support genocide? have you tried to read anything besides Qatar and Hamas approved propaganda? have you listened to other opinions in good faith without plugging your ears calling them Zionists (as if it's a bad thing to want self-determination and not be a dhimmi anymore) and blocking them?

I don't know where you get the audacity to say that I am ignorant and should do the "decent thing" and shut up, do you have any Jewish loved ones? do you worry about them on a daily basis because of antisemitism and how antisemitic hate crimes have increased to an insane level? I can't go a day without seeing new incidents reported, which you have ignored of course, because the only good Jew to you is a Jewish person who just affirms your beliefs so you can delude yourself into thinking you're a good person, but after that you don't really care, do you think antisemites ask Jewish people if they're Zionists before they harass and assault them? get off your fucking high horse, I don't owe you shit and you have no right to judge me, if anyone should shut up it's you, the rhetoric and the blood libels you share is the same fucking rhetoric inciting the increase in hate crimes, sincerely fuck off :)

#menalez

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I will definitely grab you by your hair and pull you down to the basement. Chain you by your arms and neck to the wall. I roughly rape you again while sticking a 12 inch dildo into your mouth. When I finish with your holes I whip your tits pussy and legs. As soon as I leave the room the brain washing begins. Spinning spirals and the sound of a woman being used and abused in very perverted ways. You are left like for 24 hours. Your mind goes blank. You pass out. You wake in the same room but are chained to the bed. I come into your dungeon and start abusing all your holes. I also start to rebuild your mind and repeat over and over you are a cum slut 7 you have no rights you are a cum dump sex slave by the time I leave the room you are repeating the same sentence the recording plays of you being raped at the party and you being used and abused in your dungeon and the brain washing is complete. A voice through the speaker says. The next step starts soon.

I need this so bad, give ne my true purpose. Train my holes with massive dildos while you r4pe my other holes and fill me with your cum. Leave me In the dungeon holes stuffed by massive dildos forcing me to watch the spirals and woken being used until I completely lose my mind. By the time you come back I squirted on the dildos over and over begging for it to end only able to repeat that I have no rights j am a cum dump sex slave

I have no rights i am a cum dump sex slave

#bimbo doll #r@pe fantasy #bimbo girl #bimbofied #usemyholespleaseworld #edging kink #cumdoll #cvm wh0re #needy wh0re #dumb wh0re #cumslvt

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The Night Screams at The Slumber Island (Loki x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (Dark) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 11 here //Series Masterlist

Chapter 12

Summary : You overhear Clint and Bruce talking, Loki tells you about his past relationship while you both slow dance together.

Warning: Steamy stuff, discussion of rape, discussion of threesomes and poly relationships, sexual abuse, gaslighting, cheating, mention of Suicide, discussion of mental illness, therapy please read carefully. If something triggers you please don’t read it.

Next morning you woke up in his house, he was making breakfast and you didn't want to over your stay so you politely thanked him for the last night and told him that you'd see him later. On your walk to school you met Natasha again so you waved at her but she just looked at you all perplexed before she ran off again.

"We are running out of time, we need to do it soon" you heard Clint's voice outside from his office and stopped to listen as you couldn't help but feel curious. What was he talking about and with whom?

"Steve likes her, he wants her" you heard Bruce's voice and it made you feel nervous.

"There will be more, you know what happened last time and we can't risk it again, she's getting desperate"

"You chose to be selfish when it was your turn and Steve is desperate too .. it's not often we get someone like her"

All of a sudden they stopped talking and you heard the footsteps approaching so you quickly hid behind the wall. You saw Bruce storming out. What were they talking about? You didn't understand a thing but you had a feeling it had something to do with you but what?

When you got back home after school Loki asked you if you wanted to spend the evening with him and you couldn't deny the offer, you desperately desired his company. So you put on a beautiful floral skin tight dress and knocked on his door.

He offered you a glass of wine and you took it, a glass won't hurt or make you delirious, besides you really were trying to trust him as he hasn't given you any reason to not do so.

"Would you like to dance with me?" He asked you and you chuckled before you realized that he was completely serious.

You didn't find a speaker but you heard the music playing, as he put his hand forward you hesitated for a moment before you placed yours on his. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you felt thankful that you had decided to put the heels on today.

"May I?" He looked down and you nodded, he wanted to have your permission before he touched you. You shivered as you felt his hands on your waist, he pulled you closer to him and you felt the same feeling you had before whenever he was in such a close proximity. A feeling of safety and tenderness

"Are you actually a god?" He chuckled as you asked him that, your doe eyes and awestruck look they had in them made him want to kiss you but he didn't want to cross a boundary.

"Do I not look like one?" Your face flushed as he smirked, he absolutely looked like an angel but you still had a hard time believing his existence as a god from another planet. He brought his hand up and held the back of your head gently then his thumb brushed over your forehead and you felt something on top of your head "It's a crown made from your favorite flowers" Magic

"Roses?" He nodded as you questioned him.

"Do you know everything about me?"

"Not everything"

"Well..Thank you for the crown my god" he chuckled even though the term had him feeling a certain way about you.

"My pleasure little angel..you do look like a princess"

Your face heated up and ears went red at the compliment, nobody has praised you like this before. Not even the man you had spent so many years with, in the beginning he was sweet but with time it changed, he stopped appreciating you or anything about you and it ended up with him cheating on you finally.

"I don't..shut up" you spoke without a thought and then gasped as you realized you were asking a god to shut up. You mumbled a meek apology but he merely seemed amused. You took the crown off to admire it then you gently placed it on his head, if you thought he couldn't have looked any more godly you definitely were proven wrong. The old you would have made him pose for several pictures.

"I don't know how it works in the god planet–"

"Asgard love" He clicked his fingers and the crown disappeared from his head. Too bad you really wanted to keep it.

"Yeah sorry..but ummm did you have someone..a lover perhaps?" His eyes flickered as you asked him that and then he sighed as he smiled, it didn't reach his eyes like usual though.

"I had someone, yes, we were together for a long time" you raised your brows as he said that

"How long?"

"Three hundred years ..three twenty two to be precise "

"Holyy shiit" you gasped again and he chuckled. He found you really adorable and his heart was skipping beats everytime you gave him one of these looks. He couldn't help but wonder how you were prior to all the suffering you had to face "That's a lonngggggg time..and I thought six years was long" he hummed and bit on his cheeks as he thought about what you said,

"Well for mortals it is I assume, we on the other hand live for ages"

"When you say three hundred years you mean to say that the time runs the same way on Asgard as it does here?"

"More or less yess"

"Ummm what happened with her..it's okay if you don't want to talk about it" you didn't want to annoy him but it made you curious. You also felt a weird sense of jealousy at the thought of him belonging to someone and you didn't know why.

"It's alright actually..it's been two centuries since then so safe to say I'm done grieving" you smiled and one of his arms curled around your waist as he moved his body along with you slowly, the other one rested at your upper back.

"Did she die?"

"No ..but she's dead to me now"

"Did she cheat on you?" You couldn't even fathom someone doing that to him but then you remembered what he said about him being an average god on his planet and you wondered if the people there were as shallow as most on earth are.

"I wouldn't call it that as we weren't monogamous after a few years of togetherness"

"Hmmm why not? Did it get boring after a few years?"

"Depends on what you mean by it?" He knew exactly what you meant but he wanted you to feel comfortable talking about it with him.

"Ummmm the sex?" Your voice came out lower than you intended for it to be.

"In the beginning it was fervent on both sides, both of us were possessive about each other and then for her it faded with time, we loved each other and didn't want to lose what we had so she proposed the idea of bringing other people into the arrangement when it comes to a purely sexual relationship" You hated that, you immediately hated that.

"Did you like that?" His eyes teared up as you asked him that and it pinched a nerve in your heart.

"I did not, I did not enjoy watching the woman I hoped to have a family with someday sleep her way around town" That made you feel better. You never understood how people claim to love someone but then were okay with sharing them.

"But the arrangement was both ways?"

"It was and I'm not saying I didn't enjoy some of the escapades but to be honest it hurt me a great deal that she wasn't even slightly affected by the prospect of me fornicating with other people, not a ting of jealousy. I gave it some time but I knew it won't work for me, I couldn't have gone like that forever especially after what she did" his voice broke a little by the end of the sentence and it made you sad too.

"What did she do?" Your hands caressed from his shoulders to his collarbone and you finally curled your fingers around his neck, he looked vulnerable and you could feel his pain. You have been there before, loving someone who claimed to love you but didn't think for a second before he destroyed you.

"She slept with someone I truly despised, the man I had resented my whole life. She blamed it on her drunken state but I knew she wanted him, she always wanted him"

"I'm so sorry loki..I know that feeling really well" you whispered softly as you got closer to him, you thumb brushed over his soft lips and he opened his mouth slightly as if he wanted to say something but then he closed his eyes and pulled you so close that your nose was brushing against his chin.

"So you haven't been with anyone since then?" You asked him and he let out a little snicker.

"Not in a romantic relationship, no. I am not a celibate though if that's what you mean..I get my fill whenever and with whosoever I desire" he winked and you nodded as he said that. You couldn't even imagine a man like him enjoying the act of celibacy. It would have been cruel, he was carved in a way that made him so desirable, every part of him was made to be loved and pleasured. You had to backtrack on your thoughts as you felt them spiraling, you couldn't help but picture yourself making love to him, hearing those noises he made whenever you two kissed and touched each other in such an inappropriate manner.

"If you were mine I'd never share a man like you with anyone" he smiled even though his heart had skipped several beats at your words, he always wanted to be owned, to belong to someone who'd be scared to lose him, who couldn't even bear the thought of having another hand touch his skin or even look at him with a lustful gaze.

"Even if we were to be together for an eternity?"

"Never..I could never share what's mine, what's mine stays mine or I let it go" he smiled and bit on his lower lips unconsciously,

"Then you should have been the goddess I fell in love with it seems, you could have kept me forever"

Your eyes teared up as he said that, you didn't think you'd ever want to open your heart again for any other man, you were ready to spend your years in solidarity but then why did you feel such need to engulf him in your arms and do the things that had scared you previously?

"I'd expect the same from you if I was your goddess" you pressed a soft kiss below his jawline as you mumbled, you didn't know where the sudden boldness came from but you knew you didn't want to stop touching him

"Once I give my heart and my word to someone, I stay true to it. I'd never do anything to break it darling and trust me if you belonged to me I wouldn't even allow anyone to dare look at you let alone share you" your lips latched onto his as soon as he finished his words, all of this was hypothetical you knew that, a metaphor for things he could have and you would have done. It wasn't your reality, a god could never fall for a mortal, especially someone like you, you were damaged from deep within and you were just an average mortal, he was superior to you in every way, it was his blessing that he was even holding you at the moment.

His heart kept fluttering, it's been a while he had such feelings, he thought he was done with it, that it wasn't in cards for him to have someone belong to him and vice versa but he could picture it with you, he was willing to open his heart again and he had a feeling you won't break him.

The kiss heated up with every passing moment, you heard the sound of each other's moans and you felt his hands caressing your back, you walked backwards until you hit the couch so you fell down on it and took him along with you.

He laid you down but the kiss didn't break, you had to stop for a moment to breathe and you felt his lips on your neck as he left soft kisses all over. And you wished, you truly wished that you could have had that moment last a little longer but as soon as you closed your eyes and opened them again you were back in that dark room of the hospital, you saw him on top of you, your eyes teared up and breathing quickened as the panic increased in your chest.

"No…no no..no no please" you mumbled and that instantly made him alert, this was too much too soon, he should have been careful. He picked you up and flipped you around so you were on top of him instead, then he cupped your cheeks and made you look at him.

"You're safe love ..look at me..you're safe with me" you looked down at him and your mind snapped out of the image, he wasn't on top of you anymore and you could move, you could speak and you were free, nobody could hurt you anymore, you were out of that hell. You got off the bed immediately and took a few steps away from him so he sat up too and looked at you, he just wanted you to calm down and talk to him.

"I ..I am so sorry..I'm sorry" he leaned forward and grabbed your hand as he stepped down on his knees in front of you.

"Don't apologize to me, you don't have to" your eyes filled with tears, you really thought you could have a sense of normalcy in your life again but it seemed impossible at times. Whatever you suffered through healed your body but the trauma left a permanent imprint and it had scarred your mind more than anything else "You are safe with me darling I promise" he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your torso, he was so close and you wanted him to stay that way, he wasn't afraid of your situation and he was so patient with you.

After that dinner he promised you, he asked you if you wanted to go sleep at your place but you denied, you didn't want to be alone when the screams would get closer at night so you got into his bed instead and he could have conjured another one for himself but you insisted that he lays on the other side so that's what he did.

There was enough distance between you two but you both faced each other and you talked to him about different things that didn't matter in your life anymore. You didn't even remember falling asleep but you knew you wouldn't wake up feeling scared, he was protecting you not just from any danger that could have gotten you but also your own mind.

You slept but he couldn't, he kept his eyes on you, he felt creepy and perverse but he couldn't stop, he had forgotten his position as a benevolent god who came here to protect an innocent child from a deadly fate, he had started to think like a man, like a lover and it scared him.

Late at night he heard a sound coming from the living room and he knew only she could dare visit him like this.

As he stepped out he was met with a lady crouching and glaring at him in the middle of the room, her cackling laugh screeched his ears, her nails dragged through the wooden floor.

It was her, the lady who everyone feared on this island and made sacrifices for, he had come face to face with the sea banshee who demanded a life every few months and that's why they had gotten you there. You were the island's next savior, their newest sacrifice.

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iwaasfairy · 2 years

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idk if you still like listening to soundgasm/audio porn, but i just found this one dude on reddit that is fUCKING PHENOMENAL so i wanted to share it with you

(this is the link is to the reddit so you can read the tw and know the guy's account so as to find more). the only additional tws not in there that i would mention are there is SOUNDS for the sexual acts, there is slapping, there are FREQUENT sounds of the listener struggling against him, and there is yelling. and not like "this person trying to sound like they're shouting as per the role they are acting for, but are also being considerate of their neighbors irl so it's a muted attempt at yelling, it's an 'acting shout'", no, this man legitimately shouts and screams what he yells. also, on the opposite side, there's whispering. so be prepared with your volume controls sometimes). the sexual acts performed are forced vaginal masturbation, speaker fingering the listener's vagina, choking on the speaker's dick, one instance of spitting into a vagina, unprotected penetration of the listener's vagina, two creampies, minor ass-play, and plenty of hand-to-throat choking. there is also a couple of brief mentions of mom and dad having kicked you out in the house (exactly 2 mentions), since i know some people are triggered by mom/dad mentions and others could be triggered by the act of being kicked out.

but like. also its bro/sis incest rape, and its hot. so. i dont mean to scare you off, i just know from personal exp that some of those things (eg. yelling) can trigger somebody

also, ontop of the great sound design and superb acting and p fucking decent tw list (legit, im just overly cautious with tws bc i have/loved ones around me have some specific triggers, so i wanted to be specific. i think his are fine), it's also written p fucking well there was only a couple of times where i was confused what he was doing (so everything gets an A+ but the writing gets into A- or B+ territory just for the slight confusion of "wait, where are his hands again"). it's fantastic. also. this shit is 48 minutes long liKE WHAT?? AND FOR FREE?????? WHAT???

I have listened to this audio and a lot of his other ones and the only reason I didn't put him on my list last time is exactly the reason you mentioned. The shouting is,,, too much for me, I think. I really really enjoy the rest of the audio but I'm jumpy by nature already and suddenly getting screamed at genuinely scared the living daylight out of me every time I try to relisten to this audio.

And most of his audios have it, sadly enough. I think I once listened to one of his which was an actual monster under the bed and I remember thinking that was really hot but I dont recall if it also had shouting in it,,, so proceed with caution.

It's actual screaming full on full on and even though i know it's coming I still get scared so if you're jumpy like me, keep your volume down on his audios. Keep your volume down in general when exploring soundgasm KJHgdsfusudus

#but yes i've listened to most of his audios #i really like some of his stuff #but i'm sensitive #and;; the yelling scares me in a 'not hot' way #but thank you for recommending bABYYYYY #honey mail

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italiansteebie · 1 year

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Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer

also on ao3

TW// TW// Steve gets drugged in this story, there's attempted rape, nothing explicit but the themes are present. Please protect yourself and do not read if this is going to trigger or upset you in anyway.

Eddie had been sitting at the bar, mindlessly tapping his fingers along with the song that played over the speakers. Robin had told him about the bar a few weeks ago, a safe place y'know? And he finally worked up the courage to go.

He was playing it cool, came alone to check out the scene.

He’d just gotten a refill when he spotted him. There on the dance floor, in all his glory, was Steve Harrington, just, going to town. He was swaying his hips, and he was actually… Good.

Eddie would look like a total idiot if he tried to go out there like that but with Steve, it looked beautiful, natural almost. And the outfit he was wearing just accentuated it all. Short, tight cutoffs and a flowy crop top that looked like it came out of Nancy’s closet. Honestly, he wouldn’t be that surprised if it did come out of her closet.

The song was over almost as quick as it started and the sensual movements were over, Eddie felt disappointed, almost. Based on the cheering from the bartender and the other patrons, this dance moment was a regular occurrence.

“He’s good isn’t he?” The voice startled him out of his trance, “Uh, what?” He said, ever so eloquent. The bartender smirked, “He’s a good dancer, right? He comes almost every Friday night and just… Lets loose. It’s kind of admirable.” She smiled in Steve’s direction. They watched as the patrons surrounded Steve, a few being more aggressive with their grabs and cheers, and Eddie darkened. He turned back to the bartender who also had a sour look on her face, “Yeah. That’s been happening a lot. We’ve had to walk him out to his car on more than one occasion. We’ve even banned a few people for the way they treat him. I feel bad. I don’t even know his name.”

Eddie sighed, “It’s Steve,” The bartender raised her eyebrow, “You’re not some kind of stalker are you?” Eddie laughed, “No, no. We’ve got mutual friends, and we’re… acquaintances.” The bartender laughed, “So, that means you guys are dancing around the feelings y’all have for each other, right?” Eddie blushed at that, she got it just by talking to him for five minutes, was he really that obvious?

Steve caught his eye and waved excitedly, “Eddie! Hey!” He cheered, walking his way towards the bar, “Your usual honey?” The bartender asked to which Steve nodded enthusiastically. Steve got his drink, and they talked for a minute, small talk, nothing of substance. “I’m gonna go mingle, see ya later Eds!”

And then Eddie didn’t see him for a while, but when he did… Something was very, very wrong.

He watched carefully as a guy draped Steve’s languid body over him, as he got closer, Eddie could see the way his pupils were blown wide, and the lazy smile on his face. He tensed as the guy practically carried Steve out the front door. He followed them quickly, making it to the parking lot just as the guy reached his car. Steve seemed to recognize him in his haze, slumped against the car, “Eddieeeee, heyyyy.” It was dragged out and weak. The guy glared at him, “Look pal, I don’t care if you guys talked earlier, he’s mine, so move along.” The guy made a shoo-ing motion, hushing Steve harshly when he let out a whimper. “You’re holding my arm too tight, it hurts,” He weakly pushed the guy's hand away, Eddie got closer, and the guy puffed up at him. “Steve. Do you want to go with this douche?” Steve shook his head, “I don’t feel good, I wanna go home Eds.” The guy shoved at Eddie’s shoulder, making him stumble “I’m taking him home, so back off ‘Eds’.”

Oh, so this guy wanted a fight. He pushed Eddie around, postured up, and obviously slipped something in Steve’s drink, so yeah. He was gonna get a fight. The douchebag released his grip on Steve, causing him to fall against the asphalt, groaning at the impact.

After the upside down, Eddie took it upon himself to learn how to fight, and the guy being drunk off his ass, would go down like a sack of potatoes with one punch. So they postured, Eddie let the guy get comfortable, land a few hits, before he reared back and punched him square in the jaw. The guy hit the ground, knocking his head on the curb as he fell. He was out cold, Eddie couldn’t bring himself to care.

He picked Steve up from his spot on the ground, “You okay, baby?” Steve whimpered but nodded, Eddie pressed a kiss to his temple, and set him in his van. He locked Steve inside, before heading back into the bar to let the bartender know what happened. “He’s out front passed out on the curb so you know who to look for.” The bartender sighed sadly, and nodded, “Looks like another ban, go take care of Stevie, okay?” Eddie nodded curtly and jogged back to his van.

By the time he got there Steve was asleep, leaning against the window, curled up in the seat. Eddie sighed as he got into the van, staring at Steve for a minute before starting it up and making his way home.

He carried Steve bridal style into the trailer, Wayne casting a glance at him before sighing, “Oh, Eddie.” Eddie scoffed, “I didn’t do anything, Wayne, I saved him from some asshole who drugged him, okay?” Wayne shook his head. “I have no doubts that you did, son. Always had a soft spot for the strays.” He hummed, turning back to the flickering TV. “Make sure to keep him on his side, son.” Wayne called as Eddie walked back into his bedroom.

Eddie laughed softly, “And I’m the one with the soft spot, huh, old man?” He asked quietly, more to himself than anyone else.

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When Steve woke up, he didn’t know where he was, he thrashed about in the bed before finding his bearings and prepared to sneak out of whoever’s house he was in. He sat up and took in his surroundings, he knows this place, Eddie’s trailer. He remembers seeing Eddie at the bar last night… Did he? No. Eddie wouldn’t do that. Just then Eddie walked into the room, Steve failing to hold back a flinch. “Oh, Stevie.” “Uh, what. How did I get here?” Eddie smiled sadly, “Someone dropped something in your drink last night, baby.” He said softly, watching as Steve’s eyes cast downwards and well up with tears, “Not again,” He whimpered. “This has happened before?” Eddie asked, keeping his tone soft, Steve nodded, “Usually the bartender finds me before anything happens.” Eddie sighed, brushing the hair off Steve’s forehead.

“Thanks for taking care of me last night, Eddie.”

“Always, Stevie. Now that I’m here, I’ll always take care of you.”

And he kept his promise, attending every dance session, walking out with him, arms wrapped around each other's waists, always holding his drink, never letting him out of his sight. They took care of each other, until it involved into something a little bit more, something a little softer. It was good for them, and soon Steve’s solo dance sessions turned into couples dance sessions. Maybe Eddie was a little awkward and floppy, but Steve wouldn’t haven’t any other way. They wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Hi all,

Hiatus over, and I'd like to talk about Filia.

Filia is a UK-based grassroots feminist conference, the largest in Europe, and is being held this year in Cardiff, Wales, from the 22nd-24th October.

This year's speakers include guests from Vancouver Rape Relief, Fair Play For Women, Women's Place UK, and Collective Shout, as well as feminist film maker Vaishnavi Sundar, and many more. There will also be a rally against male sexual violence, an open mic and comedy night, a film night, a networking event, and a women-only party. This is the UK feminism event of the year.

More than just the individual sessions, which are fantastic opportunities for learning and awareness raising, Filia is a life-changing experience in itself. Being surrounded by almost exclusively women, feminists, of all ages and backgrounds and experiences, is revelatory. It's a chance to meet other women in your area, to form connections across regions, to find organisations that represent your interests and feelings, and to contribute to the next wave of feminist thought.

What is also amazing about Filia is that the conference is by no means the be-all and end-all of the organisation's work. They organised a solidarity fast to demand the release of Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe. They are working with LGBT refugees in the Kakuma refugee camp in Kenya, and with Hague Mothers. And every year, the organisation does a year's work with the residents of the area hosting next year's conference, supporting local feminist organisations, and funding schemes for women, from cooking courses to swimming lessons.

You can buy conference tickets by the day, starting at £15, or for all three days, starting at £36, for concession tickets - the full price with donation is only £132 for three days, if any of you have that capacity. If you know you won't be able to attend the conference, but want a woman who wouldn't be able to otherwise, to be able to attend in your stead, you can buy a solidarity ticket for £25. You can also do a one-off donation, or become a Friend of Filia by donating £1-10 a month, to support their ongoing work.

I'm hopeful it will be possible to organise a meetup at Filia, so radblr women can meet each other and forge real world connections - if you'd like to get ahead of the game, and be put in touch with other attendees from your area, to organise travel or accommodation, please get in touch and I'll do all I can to help you. If you're planning to attend from Cardiff, and would be willing to put someone up during the conference, please let me know.

See you at Filia! Women's Liberation Now!

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 21 hours

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Madness in a smile. Won't you stay a while?

Mafia AU

Mafia!Avengers x POC Reader “Jinx”

Summary:

Trauma molds us all in different ways.

Warnings:

Angst and Fluff and Smut, Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Angst, Blood and Violence, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Abuse. Past Sexual Abuse, Past Relationship(s)Past Violence, Mafia Avengers, Mafia AU, Reader-Insert, Threesome - F/M/M, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Woman on Top, Just a lot of dirty smut ok.

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This is a music heavy, fun, smutty, but still angsty chapter. I was in my feelings for sure. Happy Reading!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divder by @firefly-graphics

"Haaaaadeees! I'm home." Your beloved Doberman comes trotting over from the living-room. He stops in his tracks when he notices the large men behind you, letting out a low growl. "Oh bubba you're gonna have to learn to play nice. We're taking a little vacay to their compound for the time being. So please get it together. Now be a good boy and grab mama's favorite .45 for me." The doberman gives one last look at the men before turning on his heel and scampering off on his way to your study.

The super soldiers just stare at you with quirked brows over the exchange with your four-legged companion.

"Don't just stand there clutching your pearls. Get a move on. The quicker we get back, the quicker we can strategize." You clap your hands and head down the hall.

"Did you just ask your dog to fetch you a gun?" Steve inquires.

"Sure did. Had it specially designed just to put a bullet between Lucien’s eyes."

“Good enough for me.” Bucky shrugs.

They follow you down the hall to your locked weapons room. Tossing them each a duffle bag, you tell them to fill it with what they deem essentials. You leave them to it and head off to your room to grab your go bag and some extra clothes.

You’ve always been ready to leave at a moment’s notice. The joys of being a mafia princess and woman on the run. Of course you sometimes wish your life was simpler. Less dangerous and chaotic. That will never happen though. You came to terms with that a long time ago.

“Need a hand?” You’re whisked from your thoughts by a smooth baritone.

“I’ve got it. Not much to gather when your always ready to flee.”

“That’s kind of dark and a bit tragic.” Bucky notes with a contemplative tone.

"Don’t you know darling. All I am is dark and tragic. Lucien got one thing right. I was born in blood. Something like that leaves a mark on your soul."

“I find that the tarnished souls have the purest hearts. It just takes you a while to get there.” He nonchalantly states.

“Such a sweet talker Mr. Barnes.” You tease. “Now enough of this mushiness. Let me see what goodies you two grabbed. And yes, I will be judging you on your choices.”

You saunter out of the room. Bucky and Hades hot on your tail as you make your way to Steve and gather the rest of your necessities.

“Meet me out front. I’ll follow you on my bike. So Wolfie I’m going to need you to take good care of my boy. Don’t let him get sick in the Captain’s precious Rover.”

“He better not.” Steve growls. Bucky just laughs as he secures a leash to Hades.

Tony gave you the room between Steve and Thor’s. With Bucky and Nat Across the hall. Salt-n-Pepa’s “None Of Your Business” is blasting from the hidden speakers thanks to Jarvis, while you unpack.

The loud bass seems to have summoned a certain Vikings attention. You can feel the air shift as he enters your quarters. You pay him no mind as you continue to dance to the beat. Making yourself comfortable in your temporary home.

The song ends and rolls right into the next. As the reggaeton beat hits your ears your hips follow suit. As if they have a mind of their own. Uncaring of the eyes following every dip and swivel.

“You know, most people would consider waltzing into someone’s space without introducing yourself and staring so intently at them as rude. Now I know you’re a brute, but are all your brains located in your muscles?”

“Ha. Good one. I fully intended to introduce myself properly. But upon entering your domicile I became entrance by your siren like movements. I’d apologize but that would mean I’m sorry for enjoying the show and I am anything but sorry about that.”

You spare a look over your shoulder and note the smirk displayed on his ruggedly handsome face.

“It’s safe to assume you already know who I am. But for brevities sake I’ll go ahead with an introduction. I am Thor Odinson. Your new neighbor and resident muscle.”

You finally turn around. Taking the time to let your eyes roam and take in the golden god like giant before you. He really does paint such a magnificent picture of brute strength.

“Thor. God of Thunder and Fertility. Such a chaotic combination. To sunder life in one instant and to breathe life into existence in the next is quite the gift. I’m sure my true name proceeds me at this point, but you can call me Jinx.”

“Pleasure to formally meet you fair Jinx. And you are correct. Your name does proceed you. But they seem to have left out how your looks are just as deadly as your knives.”

You smile at the compliment as you make your way to close the door. Lightly checking Thor with your shoulder as you pass by. “Silver tongued as well. What a treat.”

He chuckles. “You have no idea little fox.”

You can feel the body heat radiating off him at your back as you close the door. Crowding around you he reaches forward to turn the lock.

You turn to face him. Having to lift your chin to look in his eyes as you only reach chest height. “You sure you want to be locked in here with little ole me?”

His eyes are full of intrigue and lust. Like a predator stalking its prey. “Should I be afraid? I am the brute, as you say, after all.”

“Do your worst Demigod, for I have already felt the flames of Hel lick across my flesh.” You lift your shirt so that he can see your scar.

He reaches out to touch your ruined skin, pausing to look you in the eye and get your consent. You nod your head, and he closes the gap. His battle roughened fingers caress the raised flesh. A reminder of your near death at the hands of someone sworn to love and protect you.

“Is this why you have your very own Garmr?” He asks. Fingers still tracing across your flesh.

“You noticed that did you? Hades is my protector, yes. I would never dream of chaining him up though. The only destruction he seeks is to destroy the one who harmed me. There is no need to fear him.”

“Fear is the farthest thing from my mind. More like respect and gratitude. To earn his favor would be to earn yours as well.”

“The fact that you made it into this room without so much as a growl from him speaks volumes. He growls whenever the Captain is around.” You laugh.

“He is rarely without Barnes though. Does he not growl at the White Wolf?”

“They’re kindred spirits I suspect. Devoted and loyal. He quite enjoys the White Wolf. But don’t tell him that.”

“You have my word little fox. May we seal the deal with a kiss?”

“You’re really jonesing for a taste aren’t ya Odinson? Did the super soldiers blab about our little playtime before our meeting?”

“I may have overheard them speaking about you in the gym. But I was curious and bewildered by you long before that. I must admit I am a little jealous that they got a taste first. Guess its what I get for only being the muscle. Don’t have the finesse required to bring a challenge like you in without violence.”

“Oh I would have loved that.” Your face lights up. “Taking you down would have been amazing.”

His eyes darken as he takes a step closer. His large body pinning you to door as he runs his hand up your chest to rest against your throat. “Sly little fox you don’t need to goad me to get what you want.”

“Maybe I just like hearing you speak. The words flow off your silver tongue so easily.”

“Is that what you want? To verbally spar?”

“This is just foreplay. I’m sure you can show me what else that mouth can do.”

His hand tightens around the base of your throat for a moment before he slides it down to your waistband where it is met with his other. Giving your hips a squeeze he looks to you for permission before going any further. You lick your lips and nod your head.

He removes your leggings and panties together, with care and reverence. Teasing your flesh as he divests you of your garments but leaving your beloved thigh sheath in place. Resting his hands on your waist he begins to raise you up the door.

Thinking that he would stop when you’re high enough to kiss his lips without stretching; he surprises you by lifting higher still. He continues on until your glistening pussy is level with his mouth and he has moved your thighs onto his broad shoulders. Smirking up at your slightly shocked face, he gives you a wink as he presses you firmly against the door for balance. He runs his tongue from your slit to clit. Groaning in appreciation of the taste of you that floods his experienced tastebuds.

Apparently that taste was enough to turn him ravenous. He takes to eating your dripping pussy like a man possessed. Worshipping your cunt like a barrel of Meade he would happily drown in.

It is not long before you are coming on his talented silver tongue. Your muscles feel loose and like putty. Keeping you in place atop his shoulders with his left hand, you watch with rapt attention as he pushes down his sweats with his right. Letting the fabric fall to his ankles. Noticeably he is without underwear.

He returns his hands to your waist and slides you down the door to where you’re perched right over his leaking uncut cock.

“If you don’t want to take this any further, speak now. For if your cunt feels as amazing as you taste. my control will be on a thin leash.” He practically growls.

You smile deviously. “As I said before.” You lean up to where you lips graze his as you speak. “Do your worst.” You run your tongue along the bottom of his lip and then bite down.

That is the go ahead he needs to squeeze your hips and slowly impale you on his god like girth. He watches your eyes roll back and your mouth opens on a silent gasp as you adjust to the stretch.

He gives you only a moment before he pins you to the door with his body. His frame spreading your thighs wider as he wraps your ankles around his waist.

“This cunt is practically magical how it fits me so well. Men could start wars over the silkiness of these walls.” He grinds against you making you moan out once more.

“I intend to leave my mark so that I may be fortunate enough to be inside you once again.”

“For all that talk of control; you seem pretty at ease right now.”

“The calm before the storm little fox. Now take a deep breath for me.”

He pulls out until only his tip remains as you inhale. When you begin to exhale, he slams his hips forward helping kick the air from lungs.

From then on it was as if you were lost in the clouds of a thunderstorm. Your body being slammed over and over against the door as your pussy took a delicious beating. The bass of his groans and growls resonating through your bones like thunder.

You feel the stirrings of your orgasm on the edge of your consciousness. The room beginning to turn to a hazy dreamlike state before you eyes. As Thor’s thumb circles you engorged pearl with a practiced skill; that need to explode continues to build.

With a well placed attack to that sweet spongy spot inside you and a pinch to your clit; you’re a goner. Your orgasm rips through you like lighting striking through the sky. Scattering you into a million pieces before your gathered back together. Still swallowed in the midst of the storm.

You squeeze tightly to Thor’s giant like frame as you ride the storm together. You could swear you saw his eyes change color. As quickly as that thought occurs it is interrupted by the grip of his hands on your hips. With a thunderous roar, that no doubt was heard throughout the entire wing, he buries himself as deep as your bodies will allow. Pressing his forehead against yours as he fills you up. Your tight walls feeling every twitch as you milk him dry.

You've had plenty experiences after you healed and got away from Lucien. All to drown out the trauma and try and replace it with the pleasure you deserve. In all those times and all those experiences no one has every made you feel so treasured and present in your body as Thor has.

You look up at him with awe and a softness in your eyes rarely shown nowadays. “I see why women throw themselves at you. For such a brute you’re as sweet as a cinnamon roll inside. And clearly have a deep love and respect for women.”

“Women are truly the strong ones. They should be treasured whenever possible. Especially you little fox. I could happily become addicted to you. Whenever you need to ride the storm. To feel just how precious you are. Come find me.”

“You’re most certainly too sweet for me.”

“Nonsense.” He kisses your forehead and allow yourself to sink into his warmth. Like the sun after the most devasting of rains.

“Now let me show you all the perks your shower has to offer.”

“Yeah, that’s going to be tricky. My legs feel like Jello still.”

“I never said I was putting you down.”

Later that evening…

You’ve found your way to the dance studio you spotted during your tour of the compound. After the events of the last 24 hours you felt the need to work out all these pesky emotions. What better way to set your head right than putting your body through vigorous movement.

Connecting your phone to Jarvis you hit repeat on the perfect track to help you with your much needed emotional release. You take a breath, centering yourself as you begin to move. Your body synchronizes to the beat like a starving apparition. Forever entranced in the symphony of notes overtaking your muscles.

As the world falls away around you, you’re inundated with a series of flashbacks and snippets of Lucien’s secret abuse. From verbal attacks to acts of violence. The visions of his sexual abuse make your skin crawl, as hot anger fuels you. His poison, sunk deep into your marrow, still lingers.

The sounds of your body ping ponging off walls. Plates of perfectly cooked food being thrown. Books being ripped in half. Let’s not forget the discreet pinching of your sides in public if he felt disrespected.

The nights he would barge in drunk from the strip club. Smelling like another woman’s perfume. Shirt and hair a mess. “Her pussy wasn’t tight enough for me. No one’s pussy compares to yours Sunshine. It’s the best thing about you.” He spreads your legs, rips your panties off and spits on his cock and fingers to lube you up. Then he just thrusts his way inside, splitting you open, uncaring of your pain as you scream out.

Two minutes and it’s over. Leaving you with his mess to clean up as he rolls over. You make for the bathroom on wobbly legs, ridding yourself of his cum and secretly taking a plan B you have stashed away.

Those nights happened far too much. And it wasn’t always in the bedroom. If he wanted you, he’d have you. You were his.

When did the raging fire inside me settle into smoldering ash? Was it when I could tell his mood by the sound of his steps coming down the hall? Or did he slowly beat it out of me with every hand he raised in anger? I never thought I would be in that situation. Swore I would never be that girl. But I was blinded by his façade of the perfect gentleman. The mask he hid behind in our day-to-day life. Like a true sociopath he mirrored emotions with practiced perfection. A practically flawless performance. Hell, he had me fooled and under his spell. So much so, that I thought I deserved every unkind act he did to me. Every bruise, every fatigued muscle. And I begged for any crumb of affection he would bestow on me. His good girl. His perfect little whore. That stupid pretty face that hid such depravity. And I protected him! Only to be stabbed and left for dead. Never again!

Your exposed skin is covered in a sheen of perspiration, as you continue to lose yourself to the music. Uncaring of your scar on display in your sports bra and boy shorts as you sense a presence in the studio with you.

“Are you going to join me or just observe with your keen eyes?”

"Where'd you learn to dance like that?" Nat speaks up, walking into the room.

"I'm told it was my mother's favorite thing to do."

“You know you're really good?”

“At what exactly?”

“Wearing a mask. Putting on a brave face. Creating a stony exterior.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“I can see through the cracks though. However tiny they may be. That soft sweet center you try so hard to protect.”

“It’s worth protecting.” You stare her straight in the eye. “It’s the piece of me I never want to lose. It’s all the humanity I have left that wasn't beaten out of me. And one day, when Lucien lays dead at my feet and I can truly breathe again, I’ll be able to allow her softness to bleed back into my system. For the safety of my remaining sanity, I’ll keep that piece of me under lock and key for now.”

“I get it.” She nods. “Would you mind a partner while you work out whatever it is that haunting you? I could use a session myself.”

“By all means. I’d never pass up a free show from the Black Widow.”

Your phone vibrating against the smooth surface of your nightstand has you reaching over. There is only one person who would call you at this hour and expect you to pick up.

“Well hello there Da. Are you calling to check up on me once again or are you calling to assuage your curiosity of whether I still draw breath as we both know Luci is here.”

"A bit of both. I just received a call from the aforementioned bane of our existence. Which is surprising, as I was under the assumption that he was trying to hide his little venture from me."

“He made an appearance at the Avengers Compound. Tried to make a big deal over my existence like somehow Stark would just turn me over. His mistake. Unfortunately, now he knows for sure that I am still very much alive. I’m not going to tell you to be careful because we both know you wont listen to that. So just keep your eyes open and I’ll take care of business over here.”

“Aye. That’s my girl. Keep me updated and let those Avengers have some fun with him as well. My treat.”

“You have my word. Night Old Man.”

“Night Petal.”

#poc reader #avengers smut #avengers x reader #avengers au #thor x reader #thor smut #mafia au

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tv-girllover07 · 6 months

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Something metal🥁

Kevin schlieb × fem!reader

Movie: Metal lords

Part 5

Blue italic= there thoughts

Green italic= Kevin narrating

Y/n’s POV

As Im playing the song “Cello Suite No. 1” I see someone walk up to the door slide something underneath it and leave I walk up and pick up the piece of paper and see it has Kevin‘s name on it. I opened up the piece of paper and saw a list of songs on it. When I get home I lay down on my bed with my laptop resting on them, I look up the first song on the list on YouTube.

“War Pigs” never heard it before, I haven’t gotten all the way through it yet as I look at the video, it starts to get really intense and kind of horrifying, and it looked like there was a guy with needles sticking out of his head.

Scene skip ⏭️

The next day I’m in the school, I walk up to the room Kevin was practicing in and see him with headphones in practicing on his drum, I smile to myself then walk away. Then I did the same thing the next day debating if I should go in but I walk away again.

Scene skip ⏭️

After two days of debating if I should go in or not, today I finally decide I’m going to I stand outside the door biting on my thumb nail and I look back at my cello and sigh then I open the door and Kevin stops playing and I drag my cello with me “Hey. Um…” I said nervously “Hi” he said breathing heavily. I grab a chair and take my cello out of its case and rest it against my chest then look at Kevin and play the first note of “War Pigs” then he looks confused and I play the first note again and look at him and turn my head a bit hopefully he will understand then he does and we both start to play the intro to “War Pigs” and we continue to play and as we play we look at each other a couple of times.

Kevin’s POV

Man, she’s amazing. Maybe Hunter’ll change his mind about her when I tell him how much she shreds

Y/n’s POV

As I’m sitting in my speech class listening to the teacher talk about “enunciation and projection” I can feel eyes on me and it’s pissing me off a little, I scratch the side of my head and I still feel eyes on the side on my head and I turn my head to the left and see Hunter looking at me and when I catch him staring at me he looks up and pretends to listen to what the teacher was saying, then there’s a knock on the door and we all turn our heads and some kid in a plaid shirt walks in “Dean Swanson want to see Hunter Sylvester.” The kid says, Hunter nods his head and leaves the room.

Scene skip ⏭️

Kevin’s POV

I pace back-and-forth in Hunter’s basement hearing the sound of the shaver buzzing as Hunter talked “They only got suspended two weeks. Swanson wanted a month, but their ass-rapist coach intervened.” “Yeah, still, they’re gone. They can’t come back to campus or anything.” I said to Hunter trying to be positive “But when they come back, they’ll totally ass-rape me for getting them suspended in the first place” is he serious? “Getting them suspended? It’s their fault. They defaced your hair” I try and reason with him “I flicked him in the chops first” he said remembering what happened just a few days ago “Okay, well, at Clay Moss’s party, they pushed you into the speaker in front of everybody. They started it.”

“Yeah, I don’t think your average suburban Nazi shitbag is gonna see it that way.” The buzzing from the shaver stops, Hunter and I both look in the mirror “How is it?” Hunter asked and I don’t really know what to say “It’s cool. Yeah, it’s cool. Yeah…Yeah” I said quietly “Yeah, I kind of look like Jason Newsted for Metallica, the bass player.” I get confused for a second “Hmm. Oh, right, the one who got fired.” Then Hunter looks a me a little upset then we started walking upstairs to the kitchen “It’s more Viking than Newsted.” I agree “Yeah, like the school mascot.” But Hunter disagrees “No. No, not like the school mascot. Less like the school mascot than anything on Earth. More like a baby’s dick than the school mascot. If a baby’s dick grew its own baby dick, then my hair would be more like--“ Mr Sylvester turns around and looks at both of us and Hunter stops talking so Mr. Sylvester grabs his toast from the toaster and leaves.

Part 6 🥁

#jaeden martell x reader #jaeden martell smut #jaeden martell #kevin schlieb smut #kevin schlieb #kevin schlieb x reader #smut

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physicalturian · 1 year

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The lengths I would go to - Hanma Shuji X F!Reader

[Probably contains spoilers from the anime and the manga][She/Her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone is +18]

[Spoilers from Deranged Love]

Words : 8 084

Summary : You needed to prove you were something, to shows Bonten and Hanma you had value. You did the only thing you thought you do just that : kidnap Ran Haitani.

Warnings : Rape Joke / Voyeurism / Non-Con Voyeurism / Incest Jokes / Hair Pulling / Mention of rape (no rape) / Unprotected sex / Creampie

Right as I sent him a text, I felt some regret.

But only for a second. For just a second. After all, why would I regret what I was about to do? I needed to show him what was going on. Since he was stupid enough to disrespect us a few days ago at his brother’s party in front of so many people, I needed that respect back—one way or another. Bonten did things the hard way, the smart way, the right way .

Sighing contently, I placed my phone on the coffee table in Hanma’s apartment and walked to his— our bedroom. If it all went according to plan, it wouldn’t be too hard to get him to do whatever I needed him to do.

Have you seen the chemistry he had with that woman? They were probably talking about you. He’s not stupid enough to come to you. No one is.

“Of course he still likes me, he threw me a gaze and I felt it. Just one last hope, it’s enough, right? To get him to play my little game.” I told her. If she was going to stick around, why not talk and have fun? I’ve always wanted friends… good ones. Shiho would be gone soon, I knew it. Hanma said so. And Rai? Rai was never leaving. I huffed a dry laugh to myself and took off all my clothes.

Looking at my figure in the mirror, I gently trailed a finger on the tattoo on my sternum and smiled, “He doesn’t respect me, I’ll show him what I can do.” Staring at myself for a second, my eyes widened shortly, “ Everyone will . I’m not weak anymore.”

Without much care, I opened the wardrobe and reached for one of my best dresses. After all, Ran was an easy man, if a whore was enough to please him—if my person dressed in work clothes was enough to make him want me, then he was a simple man. They all were, all but Hanma.

I caught a glimpse of myself smiling in the mirror and felt my face flush like a stupid little girl before turning around and getting dressed. It was pretty exciting to be doing this alone, of my own incentive. Not only would it show Bonten that I was worth it—after all, I would be putting my hands on one of their executives so easily, something many wanted—but it would also honor Hanma. I couldn’t handle being the reason they hated him even more.

Speak of the devil , I thought upon hearing my phone ring in the other room. Grabbing a pair of heels on my way out, I ran to the living room and picked up the phone a bit out of breath, “Hi.”

“Did I interrupt your fun, doll?” God, his voice. It was so easy to get me to relax the moment I heard his voice, I felt myself smile just from it. “Here I thought I’d fuck you numb once I’m home, guess you won’t be needing it.”

Interrupting him in excitement, I let myself fall on the couch and huffed a laugh, “Oh, we’re gonna fuck alright, I was doing some…” I looked around, finding the room almost spotless from this morning, “Preparations, for your surprise.”

Hanma hummed in curiosity. I heard his shirt brush against the speaker of the phone then the slamming of his door, his voice dropping a few octaves as he smiled, “ Not the biggest fan of surprises. Don’t play coy and come clean already .” Although his tone seemed light enough, I felt his annoyance and my heart beat faster in stress. Should I tell him or still keep it a surprise? I did not have much time to think, so I did the easiest thing, “Come home and you’ll see. Bye, bye.” Then I hung up.

My phone was thrown on the couch like it was scalding hot, I’d rather not see his pissed-off texts or I knew I’d change my mind. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed it again only to put some music on the speakers, something to get in the mood…

Scrolling through everything, I found the perfect playlist and put my phone back on the table before walking up to the alcohol cabinet. Seeing the glasses and bottles reminded me of what I had copped from Shiho yesterday.

“Shi, don’t ask questions but… do you know where I can get any drug to make someone pass out?” I had asked her. She was surprised at the time, speechless for a few seconds as she looked at me with worried eyes before rummaging through her bag. A few seconds passed, and she pulled out a little pouch. It looked like something to stash pads or tampons in, but inside was a more metallic sound of medicine clinking alongside a box. A few more moments passed, and I felt my entire body cold from stress. I had never really done that of my own free will, it was not that bad, right? I wasn’t going to do anything to him, he’d just have to be asleep if I wanted to overpower him… yeah.

Her hand was placed on the table delicately as she slid it toward me.

“One roofie tablet for the lady.” She said with a laugh.

I immediately pushed her hand away, grabbing it and shoving it in my bag, “Thank you.”

“I don’t wanna ask questions, but I’m curious. So I’ll still ask, feel free to not answer but–” She paused, her brows furrowing, “Are they really putting you to the drugging task for their stupid missions and stuff? I mean, I’d rather know you’re safe than be out there shooting people, don’t get me wrong.”

My nervous giggle of relief interrupted her, making her confused. I could roll with that, I thought, “Yeah, I—yeah, I guess I did good during that Casino thing so… thank you for not thinking it was for me, I don’t need that to sleep or anything.”

“Listen, listen, you may have–” she mimicked slicing her throat, her tongue out and eyes closed, “someone, but he had pressured you… yes.” She nodded, convincing herself. I did not reply, knowing full well what I was about to do out of my own volition with this drug. She smiled and continued her kind rant that defended me, something I just knew she would do until the end. Something I knew was wrong to let her believe, but found solace in.

As she spoke, I was already imagining how I would drug him.

Opening my bag on the cabinet, I grabbed the tablet and put it in the glass. I made sure to pour something only he would drink. I didn’t know the man as much as I needed to make sure he would go with the plan, but I was confident in my observation skills. He did not seem the type to like fruity stuff, so I poured myself something with red berries—that way I was sure he would not take my drink—and left the glasses there.

Now all I had to do was wait for him to arrive.

I knew Hanma would be there in about an hour, maybe less, but Ran? If he arrived after Hanma it’d be messy. He needed to arrive earlier to give me enough time to take care of him and prepare my gift to Hanma. “Oh shit, I forgot!” I exclaimed to myself before hurrying to the bedroom and finding a plastic bag I had shoved under the bed.

“Let’s swing by the home depot real quick, I need to get some stuff.” I told Shiho as we got up to leave the café. My eyes glanced at the bathroom, remembering that fight I had with Rai last time we came here. Had I been able to convince her at that time, she wouldn’t—

Oh, what’s done is done.

It could have gone differently, don’t you think?

What’s done. is. done.

Shiho nodded and put on her jacket, hooking her arm with mine as she led us outside, making me look ahead instead of staring at the bathroom. “I could probably find some nice drapes for Haru’s place, the windows are huge. Don’t get me wrong, I’m into some public stuff, but people don’t have to see me right when I wake up, you know?” She explained, walking rapidly.

Humming, I looked around, feeling like someone was following us, “Suites have blinds, don’t they?” I said off-handedly, my eyes sweeping the streets, trying to catch the person who was following us. I thought I had seen someone looking our way at some point, but they entered a shop soon after, so I let it slide. The odd feeling remained even as we entered the store while Shiho explained how closing the blinds would ‘show they didn’t want to be seen’. How Sanzu argued that showing fear and paranoia would mean we were not strong enough in the eyes of our enemies.

I suppose it sounded like Bonten; if someone had a problem with them, all they had to do was come at them. They were more than kind to listen, the actions taken afterwards were not as kind, however.

“Some rope, but not too rough. Something like…” I reached for a white rope that seemed malleable enough, I could tie it without too much effort. What kind of knot would work, though?

You’re considering drugging a man and tying–

Shut up.

“Damn girl, is there some kinky stuff going on with pole guy? You know, this kinda reminds me of that book with uh–” Shiho started, but I shook my head and was faster to stop her daydreaming, “It’s for Hanma.” It wasn’t a lie, it was for him that I was doing this. “I need to buy some.” It was true. I needed to buy it, not for his use, but ultimately… it was all for him.

The woman laughed and reached for some rope, looping it around her shoulder. She mumbled something to herself then looked at me, “Tell me when.” I watched her wrap, when it was enough so that it did not look too suspicious, I told her to stop and thanked her before cutting the rope. Usually, I’d come to this store maybe for oil for my wooden furniture or nails to hang up pictures here and there.

Never had I thought I’d need to come for this.

It was a quick trip, I paid, was handed a plastic bag with the goods, and left the store.

“I should cut some, I’m not going to need that much…” I pondered out loud, about to get up to reach for some scissors until I heard a knock on the door.

Panicked, I stood up and grabbed the bag with me before throwing it under the couch so it was within range once he passed out.

Putting on Hanma’s bathrobe, making sure it fell off my shoulder as I opened the door, I also put on a smile like a weapon. If it was Hanma, I needed to calm him down; if it was Ran, I needed to get him in the mood to relax. Whichever it was, I needed to look enticing. Taking a deep breath to calm down, I brushed my dress down and pulled at the neckline slightly so it hung lower.

“Coming.” I said in a bored tone, turning the key and opening the door slowly, peeking behind the door. I held back a smirk at the sight of Ran dressed up nicely. He was usually wearing a suit, sure, but the amount of cologne he wore was a bit of a giveaway of the effort he had put into this. Looking him up and down, I met his gaze and smiled, “You cleaned up nicely, Haitani.”

He huffed a dry laugh and nodded at the door.

I opened it fully, showing off how I was dressed. He purposely walked past me, barely giving me a glance, letting me shut the door behind him. “This is Hanma’s place, what’s the catch?” He said, his guard visibly still up. He was going to make this harder than it was supposed to be, I didn’t have time for this.

Rolling my eyes, I walked up to him and gestured for him to hand me his jacket, “He’s not home, I’m just trying to clear the air between you and I.” I said, turning around to hang his jacket before facing him once more. I took off the bathrobe and tossed it on the free seat. “If we’re going to work together, we might as well act like adults and not hate each other, right?”

Reaching for the cabinet, I grabbed my drink and brought it to my lips before Ran placed his hand between the glass and my face, “What’s truly going on, psycho?”

I sighed and realized he was going to make me say everything he needed to hear before believing anything from me. Pleading looks, he needed that. I glanced up at him with doe eyes then bashfully turned my head to the side, “What you all said at Rindou’s party… it kinda struck a nerve, you know?” I paused, he did not move but was intently listening. The poor man was already hooked, his attention fully drawn to my lips and each word that was about to flood from them, “I overreacted out there, I yelled, I got mad, I was… humiliated.” Lies . I was angered, and exhausted by their lack of respect for me.

“Keep going, I like where this is going. I’m sure you’ve got more of this.” He said with a smirk, his hand reaching for the drink meant for him as he took a sip and stared at me. I held back a victorious smile and reached for his free hand, “I liked how you chased me.” I said softly, he almost spat his drink but swallowed before meeting my eyes with newfound excitement.

“You cut your hair just like Hanma for me, right? It was cute, you know…”

This time he laughed fully, leaning in with his breath right against the shell of my ear, “You’re gonna have to try harder if you want me to believe you.” His hand gripped the back of my head, tilting it back as his lips ghosted over mine, “That silly game of yours isn’t cutting it, so be honest and I’ll see what to do with you.”

A smile drew itself on my lips, this was something I was never going to admit to anyone but I got turned on by his roughness. Seeing him more forceful, less pitiful, trying to show he was the shit, it was sort of…

“Speak, psycho.”

So I spoke, “ I wanted to get a taste before you picked her. ” Was it a lie? Yes… of course I didn’t want him. He needed to hear this. I didn’t want him, but he wanted me to want him, that’s why I said that. Ran seemed shocked for a second, his grip lessening only a little before he forced my head to the side and inhaled my perfume, “I knew you were fucked up, but cheating’s an all-time low.”

I scoffed and pulled out of his grip, chugging my drink quickly before slamming it on the counter, “You gotta taste different flavors to know which is your favorite, right?” I met his gaze as he mimicked my actions and gulped down the rest of his drink. A chill of excitement ran down my spine, I’d have goosebumps if some were not all over my body already from how mad he was getting. This was too thrilling.

“Then I’ll–” His words died out, cotton-mouthed. His eyes darted to me in confusion, oh , the taste of one-upping him. “I’ll show you.” He was struggling to speak, his glass shattering on the ground as his hand reached out for me. I let out a sigh of annoyance at the display in front of me but let it happen, watching him turning more and more confused, “‘ou ‘ucking ‘itch.” He finally said as his limbs gave in. With a grimace, I stepped back to avoid his body falling at my feet and stepped over it, joining him in seconds when he reached for my ankle and made me fall on the ground.

I swore at him, kicking his hand away as I pushed myself from the floor and hissed at the glass shards that had grazed my skin, “Will you fucking sleep? For fuck’s sake.” One kick in his side, his hand fell by it as he finally drifted to sleep.

“That’s a whole mess, and for what?” I rolled my eyes, brushing the shards out of the way to grab his ankles and drag him to the couch, “You couldn’t pass out on your back? You had to do it face down, dramatic bitch.” I sighed, making myself laugh before the dread of the words I’d uttered reached my brain. My grip tightened around his ankles for a second—I stared at Ran’s body and my eyes widened. Kneeling by his side, I helped his body on the couch and started muttering, “I didn’t mean it, I don’t want him at all. You believe me, right?”

What are you even doing?

“I only want him, not Ran. I don’t want Ran, I want Hanma. You have to believe me.” I looked at the ceiling and smiled, worried, fearing he had heard all the lies I had spilled. This buzzing was growing louder and louder, I could barely hear myself talk.

“We have to show them all we’re worth it, it’s all for you .” I whispered, laying Ran on his side with a loud huff on my part at how heavy the man was. His legs on the side of the couch, I half sat on it as I tied his hands behind his back.

Do you see yourself?

“I see that work needs to be done!” I stood up, looking at Rai only to see nothing, but I continued, “And I’m the only cut to do it! Okay?!” I told her, unnerved by the attitude she was giving me. Ticked off by my heels, I hurriedly took them off and tossed them aside before going to the kitchen to get everything I needed to clean the shards off the ground. It needed to be spotless for him, it was his surprise, it had to go perfectly.

Once everything was tossed away, I helped Ran sit on the couch, his head resting on the back of it, “Now we wait, right? You and I…” I uttered, putting back on Hanma’s bathrobe before slumping on the empty seat in front of Ran.

Humming a song to myself, I looked at Ran and said, “See, if I were the one passed out, you’d be on top of me in an instant.” My smile dropped, and I stood up to pour myself another drink, giving him a dirty look, “Watch how easy it is to not assault people.” I looked around to see what else I could move for the scene to be perfect—staring at the coffee table for too long, I decided to get it out of the way and grabbed some blankets from the bed, laying them in front of the couch.

Still kneeling on the blankets, I looked up at Ran’s passed-out form and grinned, “It’s going to be such a show!”

Just as those words escaped my lips I heard keys rattling at the door; I had left mine in. In no time, Hanma’s voice was heard. I got to my feet in seconds and was about to open, but instead listened, “If you locked yourself in ‘cause you’re scared…” He trailed off a few seconds, it was exciting, “Then you’re right. But I can’t really hunt you down if you’re locked in. We both know how much you love to be chased.”

I opened the door.

I greeted him in that beautiful dress, his bathrobe on my form, somehow trying to hide Ran behind me which Hanma saw and gently pushed me aside, “Doll.” He turned around, I noticed the bag in his hand and ignored his warning tone. The one I knew would get me in trouble. I closed the door and nodded at his hand, “What’s in the bag?” I smiled.

He smiled back, but without the sweetness.

Handing me the bag, he purposely ignored the body on the couch and cooed, “You didn��t think I wouldn’t get you a gift, right?” When I reached out to take it, he got it out the way, “I bought it before you went rogue, so we’ll open it after you explain yourself, yeah?” Placing the bag on the counter, he grabbed the drink I handed him and chugged it down in two gulps before tapping the corner of his mouth, looking at me intently.

Feeling my heart beat fast in my chest, I stepped closer and held the side of his face before wiping the droplet from the corner of his mouth with my thumb, “There.” I breathed out, my hand trailing down his shirt before hooking on his belt.

He smiled tightly and gripped my wrist before pulling me to the couch and letting go of me; I was offended. With a huff, I made sure not to look at Ran and frown at Hanma, but he gripped my jaw tight, “Do you know how many fucking rules you broke?”

“Since when do we care–”

His eyes widened in a crazed haze, “You’re nothing, do you get that?” His hands cradled my face as he ghosted his lips over mine, his eyes never leaving mine, “The only one who can do shit without consequences—it’s fucking Mikey, no one else.” He laughed dryly, almost exhausted. It wasn’t supposed to go like this at all.

What did you expect? That he’d praise you for being crazy?

I’m not crazy, he gets my vision, I know it.

I was starting to worry, looking at him with wide eyes, “How do you think he’ll react when he learns you kidnapped one of his execs for…?” He trailed off, making me understand I needed to tell him why I did that, so I kissed him hesitantly, he did not return the kiss, “For you…”

He huffed a laugh and let go of me, I reached for his hand and pulled him towards me again, stopping him from walking away, “Doesn’t it show that I’m smart?” I raised my tone slightly, pointing at Ran’s passed out form, “That I am worth something? I managed to get one of Bonten’s executives down. I’m not going to do shit to him, but it shows I’m something, right?!” I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it before wrapping it around my neck, “Tell me I’m something, please. I wanted to show–” My words were getting caught in my throat, how humiliating.

Then I stopped being stupid and dropped the bathrobe before pulling down my panties from under my dress, tossing them aside, “We had to show him how it’s done, right?” Hanma’s hands found themselves on my hips, pulling me against him as his lips grazed my head, “They don’t want us together ‘cause—they’re jealous, that’s what he is, he is jealous 'cause he’s never going to get me, so show him I’m yours.” I breathed out, buzzing with excitement. Ran wouldn’t ever say that, it was too embarrassing to admit after all.

With my hands on his collar, I pulled him closer to me, wanting to be one with him. Our lips a breath apart, I looked him dead in the eyes, pleading, “Show him I’m yours.” I repeated.

“Are ya asking me to fuck you in front of a Haitani?” He whispered against my lips, the smile that adorned his beautiful features sending butterflies to my stomach. I giggled and pushed at his chest, trying to get him to tumble back on the blankets but he held strong, unmoving. It irked me. “I’m asking you to show me off, to claim me.” I breathed out.

Instead of laying down, he grabbed me and forced me to my knees in seconds, the pain of them hitting the ground making me hiss. I quickly grabbed his hand to pull him towards me, but he slapped it away and tilted my head back to look down at me with a smirk, “That was fucking embarrassing, do you realize it?” He mocked, taking his vest off.

“I can definitely attest to that, now let me fucking go.” Ran seethed from his spot on the couch, his voice still drowsy and his head still half-tilted on his shoulder in sleepiness. Both Hanma and I faced him in surprise, and annoyance for me. But said annoyance only lasted a few seconds before I got excited again to get my plan in motion.

When I was about to wrap my arm around Hanma’s leg, he stepped towards Ran and punched him in the face, “Go back to sleep brother fucker.” Hanma swore under his breath, pissed off about the interruption I assumed. In an instant, his mood switched when his eyes widened humorously, “ Oh ?” He reached for a pillow and threw it on Ran’s lap, “Cover that shit up.” He spat, pressing his shoe on the pillow between Ran’s legs, “Didn’t know you could even get hard without lil’ bro around.” Seeing him twist his foot like a bastard on the pillow, making Ran try to knee him in frustration, had me keeling over.

“Same shit over and over again, you sound like a broken record.” Ran slurred on the spot and gritted his teeth, “Now put your bitch on a leash and let me out before she bites my balls off just to see what it does.” I did not have time to be offended or to tell him off before Hanma spoke.

“God, shut the fuck up!” He was getting more annoyed just from hearing Ran talk while I was getting more aroused upon seeing him heated. Standing up, I removed Hanma’s tie and as Ran mumbled something, I gripped his hair and wrapped it around his face, forcing his mouth open and tying it behind his head. He had a hard time articulating anything, which was exactly how we wanted it.

The man never speaks for shit, it’s better like this.

I think he’s allowed to complain, you kidnapped him.

It has a purpose, go away now.

Looking back at Hanma proudly, I smiled. I needed to focus back on him, I only needed him in my head or she’d come back.

Hanma raised a brow, still on edge, his lips turned down in frustration. Taking his hands, I guided them inside the dress and over my breasts, “Now that he’s silent, I want you.” My hands gently wrapped around his wrists, I guided them to my shoulders, under my sleeves then down my arms, making my dress fall from my shoulders. I saw his eyes drop to my chest and helped one of his hands to it, ignoring Ran’s sounds in the back.

Hanma wrapped an arm around my waist and turned me around so my back was facing Ran—I did not mind and wondered why he had done that, but enjoyed the feeling of his hands on my skin. He then smirked down at me and said, “You’d look hotter with my name branded on your skin.”

I pressed myself against him and unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt, “You’d like that?” I breathed out, my lips pressed to his throat, that slender throat that I wanted to hold tight while he fucked me with no care, “Your name written on what’s yours, just like kids do with their toys, right?”

His eyes shone with thrill as his smile widened in a crazed haze, “Watch your words.” He ripped my hand from his shoulder and placed it on his cock, “You might regret getting me so hard.” He looked down at my breasts and slid his hands back to my waist, then brushed his thumbs on my nipples, “ You’re being too gentle, Shu… are you shy? ” I whispered in a mocking tone, making him look at me with what seemed to be a fire lit by the challenge I had thrown at him. A smirk formed on his lips as he brought a hand to my face and forcefully tilted it back, eliciting a grunt from me, “Does my pretty doll hate it gentle?” That mocking tone, those pleading eyes that showed me he didn't care, all felt so good, “It’d be a shame to have her frustrated from it,” He glanced at Ran, “Right? So annoying if she’d beg for my cock.”

With a hard pull on my hair, I was separated from him as he pushed me to my knees once more, “A fucking shame to show you how much she hates me by using her just how she likes it .” He threw a fake smile at Ran then knelt with just one knee on the ground as he held my chin with his index and thumb, “Isn’t that right? Maybe we should fuck like old times, when you’d tell me you hate me with my fingers inside you…” His lips now brushed the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he breathed, “Remember?”

Nodding, I shuffled closer to roll my hips on his thigh, the dress still pooled at my waist, “You’re a piece of shit.” I said with loving eyes, something I wanted to believe he returned when his eyes softened for a moment before he fully knelt and helped me to his lap with both his hands under the fabric and on my ass, “Give it more of a fight, more bite.” He said excitedly, nails digging into my skin.

Grinning at him, I unzipped his pants and started stroking his cock out of his pants as I lifted myself to my knees, “I’m nothing like you.” I gritted through my teeth before kissing him hungrily, guiding his cock to my entrance—before I could lower myself onto him, he pressed himself into me with force, making me moan in pain into the kiss and hold onto his shoulders. Hanma laughed maniacally into the kiss, grunting loudly, dramatically, for the show, so that Ran could hear him loud and clear, “There we fucking go, that’s my girl.”

My eyes widened at the words, feeling a weird feeling in my chest at the underlying softness. I stopped kissing him, staring at him instead. He had called me that many times, but this time it felt different for some reason—I couldn’t overthink it much, time didn’t allow it, and he did not allow it when he started kissing my throat, “See, Haitani. She’s a bit tricky like that, she gets a bit in her head.” He said, looking over my shoulder as he pressed me onto him, his hands still on my ass, guiding me to roll my hips against his, “So you gotta make her go silly, turn her stupid little brain numb. It’s very easy, she’s so submissive.”

My body was on fire, burning in embarrassment at the words he was addressing to Ran. I tried to press my forehead against Hanma’s, but he tilted his head and pouted at me mockingly, “What was that, doll? Intimacy?” He then freed one of his hands and cradled my face, “You should know better than to show weakness in front of anyone, try that again and see what happens.”

I let out a shaky breath and nodded, pressing my forehead to his shoulder instead as I started riding him desperately, needing to feel his cock deep inside me. I needed to get him off, to show we were meant for each other, I needed to—

”Putting on a pretty show, isn’t she?” Hanma sighed, leaning back on his elbows so he could watch me ride him. He tilted his head to the side at the sight of my hands hesitantly moving to his neck, a mischievous smile adorning his features, “And she’s so full of anger too!” He exclaimed.

“Help yourself, doll. Choke me if that gets you off, if anything that’ll make me the victim.”

When I wrapped my hands around his neck, I smiled happily and started rapidly moving on his cock, needing more and more friction, “Oh no,” Hanma fake grunted desperately, “She’s raping me, so fucked up, so so fucked up.” He let out a moan right after, more following as I brushed my thumb against his Adam’s apple and looked down at him, losing myself in the bliss of his cock. Meeting my eyes, he grinned and lifted the hem of my dress, exposing my ass fully to Ran.

“Hurt me, mark me, please,” I leaned in and pressed kisses against his lips that he did not return on purpose. His eyes looked at me and then at my lips many times, pride draped on his face as a crown did on a King’s head. He enjoyed seeing me desperate like this, my hands had long since moved from his throat to his jaw, moans and whines of pleasure flooding from my lips. “Please, I need it. I need the pain, I need you, please, Hanma, please.” I started repeating, like a mantra, each word punctuated by a kiss without ever stopping the rolls of my hips, each bringing me closer and closer to utter bliss.

Hanma’s hands moved to my back, his fingers tapping playfully on it as he dug his fingers and met my eyes once more, “Louder,” He gritted through his teeth.

A scream of pleasure tore from my throat, Hanma smiled, “Tell the public how bad this is,” He clawed my back, over and over again, each time deeper than the previous one, “How much you hate it,” I was getting closer, I couldn’t formulate words, my mouth was wide open as I leaned back, my hands still balancing my weight by being placed on his chest, “How much you hate me .”

I smiled, swearing under my breath as I kept riding him, ignoring his words. Not liking it one bit, Hanma stilled my movements and held me down, a strict frown on his face, “The fuck did I just say?”

Smirking playfully at him, I looked over my shoulder and batted my eyes at Ran, exhausted and panting, “Harder, Shuji, fuck me harder.”

He rammed his cock inside me, I screamed in pleasure, my eyes rolling back as I faced him again. Hanma’s face was deep in the crook of my neck, his breathing heavy as he panted out, “Say it.”

“ I love you. ” I whispered to his ear, he laughed and trailed his lips up my neck, to my ear, “Not that, you idiot—are ya fucked dumb already?” He mocked, tucking my hair behind my ear as he trailed his tongue against the shell of it. He smiled, I heard it in his words, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Let me go please, I hate you.” I said dramatically, trying to look over my shoulder to Ran again, to make fun of him. Hanma wrapped his arms tight around me, pressing my chest to his as he sat up and reached for something behind me. I watched the pillow from Ran’s lap being tossed aside, hitting the window, “This is so bad–” I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips upon seeing the wet, darkened patch on the pillow. I pressed Hanma’s cheek against mine and started rolling my hips again in an attempt to stop laughing.

It worked when moans tore from my mouth once Hanma joined in on the fun, but he had to bring the topic back, “Keep at it doll, he sure is enjoying the sight.” Hanma scoffed, making me hide my face against his shoulder as a mix of laughter and moans was all I could muster.

“Let’s get comfortable, yeah?” He leaned back, bunching up some of the blanket to form a makeshift pillow for his head and gestured for me to go ahead. I held onto his waist for support and started fucking myself on his cock, replying, “I don’t care if he’s enjoying it.”

I leaned over Hanma and kissed his neck, unbuttoning his shirt, “I don’t care, it’s for you–” I swore under my breath and let my head fall back again, laughing in pleasure as Hanma’s hands caressed my body. One settled on my hip while the other around my neck, “Mmm, yeah? All of this for me?”

I nodded, telling him yes over and over again as I felt myself getting closer, my nails digging painfully in his skin from the reddening I could see. Hanma’s eyes flickered to the side, then I heard some tumbling and from the corner of my eyes I saw Ran standing up. Hanma pressed me to his chest and laughed when Ran dizzily said, “Fuck the both of you, you’re so weird. I’m out.”

I didn’t even look at him, I wanted to ignore him and keep feeling Hanma’s cock, but he had to have a conversation, “Mention her little slip-up and I’ll mention your leak-up, yeah?”

Wanting him to keep going, I made him look at me and kissed him, “Shut up, please I’m close.”

“You’re fucking sick in the head, get help, both of you.” Ran spat.

Laughing as he pushed my face away, Hanma simply flipped Ran off. “See ya.”

He did not get an answer, instead, the door slammed shut and Hanma’s attention returned to me, making me all the more excited since we were finally alone.

“Get off me.”

My eyes widened and I did so, thinking I had fucked up something, “Get on the couch.” He nodded at the furniture before zipping his pants back up and getting a cigarette from the pack in the pocket of his coat that was thrown on the free seat. Lighting it up, he puffed out the smoke and smiled at me, “You suck at tying people up.” He spat.

About to put my dress back on, I looked up at his approaching form and said, “It was well tied, I’m sure of it, he–” Hanma slapped my hands away from my dress and tore off the sleeves so they could not cover my shoulders anymore, the dress pooling back to my lap. “Then he’s just that strong?” He asked, bringing the cigarette back to his lips.

The underlying implication was that either I admitted Ran was strong, or that I’d fucked up. Looking down, I uttered, “I thought it was tight enough, I messed up.”

He scoffed, crushing the cigarette in the ashtray by the couch, “You fucked up way before that.” Sitting next to me on the couch, he forced me to turn around and brought my hands behind my back, “See, I got pissed off at Rindou’s lame party.” He started. I felt the rope wrapping around my wrists but did not complain, I trusted him. He wouldn’t hurt me, I knew that, if anything it was going to be fun.

“Their comments were out of my control–” I started.

He tightened the rope roughly, making me wince, “That outburst of yours wasn’t.”

He shook his head, muttering something about me being an embarrassment, “But this?” He was talking about Ran, I felt it.

It doesn’t take a genius to know it’s fucked up.

I ignored her.

With my wrists tied, Hanma gripped my jaw as he stood up, his face close to mine, “This is the stupidest you’ve ever fucking been, doll.” He spelled out each word with poison lacing his tone, making me worry even more. At this point I had nothing to say, I would take whatever he gave me because I had wronged him.

“Wrapping him like a present— it’s not my fucking birthday .” With a click of his tongue, he pushed my head back and sighed in frustration. I wanted to tell him I was sorry but speaking would only make him madder, so I looked at the ground and waited. A short moment passed, then his hand lifted my chin gently, gesturing for me to get up. He smiled sweetly, it was scary, “There is some good we can take from this embarrassing failure of yours. Do you know which parts?” He asked, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.

“That I’m a maneater?” I half-joked.

He barked a laugh and shook his head, “Oh doll, no one would ever want you if they really knew who you were.” With a kiss on my forehead, he tutted me and took my hand in his, leading us to the windows. He opened the blinds to look outside, his hands behind his back. It was off-putting and for good reason, since he then pressed me against the freezing window, his cock at my entrance as his arm held me down, “That you’re devoted. Yeah?” He breathed next to my ear, his hand turning my head so he could kiss me angrily, “Selfless little doll would do anything to get her dignity back.” He laughed, breathless now from the thrusting.

Closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling of his cock back inside me, I chuckled in elation and hummed, “For you, I needed to show them I was–” A moan ripped from my throat, Hanma tutted me and told me to keep talking, so I did, “That I am an asset, I can be trusted.”

“Why would they ever trust you?” He said in a condescending, sad tone. But he was nowhere near unhappy, with his free hand he held my throat, “Why would you seek their approval?!” He gritted through his teeth, “When will you get it in your fucking head that you’ll never be taken seriously, ever. Not by them, not by anyone.” His thrusts were getting more and more hectic. I was moaning and crying at the same time now, tears running down my face mixing with the sweats of pleasure. “If you wanted to be loved, you should have fucked Mikey.” He laughed dryly, “ They’d have worshiped you then , a missed opportunity huh?”

Shaking my head, I sobbed, “I don’t want him, I want you, Shuji.”

He scoffed, kissing the side of my face as his hold on my throat tightened, “Then why are you tryna prove yourself to Bonten? You’re in, it’s done, get on.”

Closing my eyes, I felt the tears roll down. I reached for his hand, unable to breathe; I felt the pressure around my wrist let go, the rope untied. “I tried to fix my mistake, I want to be good, I swear. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Being good won’t get you anywhere.” He raised his tone, his forehead pressed to the back of my head, “Just do the job you’re asked to do, that’ll show your worth.” He sighed, frustrated still. I didn’t know he would be this annoyed by my endeavor, but I did not want him to hate me, “Nothing else, no kind fucking words, no niceties, nothing else will do shit for them.” He said with finality, his thrusts also slowing down.

“Then it’s just us.” I said light-heartedly. I tested if I could turn around; he resisted at first, then he let me. Bringing one of my legs up against his side, he immediately grabbed it while I guided his cock inside me and cradled his face, “I prefer it that way.” I whispered, finally calming down as he did too, kissing me lovingly. My heart was full, I loved him so much. Gently, I made him look at me and smiled, “I could never hate you, you’re everything to me.”

Brushing his hair back, I held his cheek, “I won’t kidnap Ran again, I’m sorry.”

Hanma laughed at that, pressing his forehead against mine. Before he could speak, I added, “I never meant to worry you… I won’t act without your approval again.” His thrusts resumed as he held my wrists above my head with one hand, then pressed his lips against mine, chuckling into the kiss, “Such an obedient doll, let’s see how long it’ll last this time, yeah?”

One hard thrust, “How long until you go against me.”

Another hard thrust, “Until your little need for praise has you ruining everything we worked for.” Letting go of my wrists, he shoved a thumb in my mouth and forced it open to stop me from holding back my moans. I gripped his shoulders tight, whining at every thrust that followed.

“Never.” I whimpered. He laughed in my face, I couldn’t help but get more turned on by him mocking me, my hands now holding on for dear life to his hair, “Because I’m never leaving your side, I’ll be so good, I promise.”

Brushing his nose against mine, he huffed a laugh amidst his heavy breathing, “Promises, promises…” He trailed off, his pace stuttering as his tone was slightly lower, “You are aware of what we do to traitors, aren’t ya?”

“I don’t need to know, it’ll never happen.” I managed to say, making his eyes light up with something I could not describe. Fully sheathing his cock inside me, he let out a long sigh then kissed me once, “It better. Or I’ll be taking care of you personally, understood?”

I nodded, kissing him again, wanting more than just a peck. He gave me that kiss I so desperately needed and then placed his index finger against my lips, “I said, understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s my girl.” He smiled dryly then pulled out, using the fabric of my dress to wipe himself clean, “I guess it’s a lesson learned.” He exclaimed happily, pouring himself a drink.

Dropping the dress on the ground, I grabbed his bathrobe and put it on, “If surprises are not your thing, what should I do for your birthday next year?” I asked, changing the topic. If I’d kept at it, I knew he was just going to act paranoid again and I hated it, I wanted him to trust me.

Which he can’t, since you’re unstable.

I’m just like him, he should get it.

“I could go with shaving that fucker’s head, it’s kinda ugly with all the gel he uses.” He said off-handedly, I wrapped the bathrobe around my waist and huffed a laugh. Looking up at him, I had this need in my chest to be close to him, to hold him, but he had rejected me earlier. Could I still try? Joining his side, I poured myself a drink too, and reached for his hand. He looked down at our hands and quirked a brow as I asked, “What’s your favorite food? We could go to a restaurant, maybe?”

Hanma smiled, bringing his hand to my cheek. He planted a kiss on my forehead and huffed a laugh, “Ya really are something babe, I just left you without letting you cum and you’re being all cute?”

“You can just answer the question, no need to be condescending about it.” I rolled my eyes, pushing myself away from him.

He laughed in his drink and downed it all in one go before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him, “First open my gift…” He handed me the bag he had brought back earlier and I hesitantly reached inside to pull out a cube— a glass cube? Looking at it, I saw inside there was a signed golf ball. Confused, I looked up at him, he grinned, “A little keepsake from your first solo mission, ya know?”

“Did you steal it from him?”

He shook his head, “You can’t steal from rich people, you take back, that’s all.” He shrugged.

I smiled in nostalgia at the item and placed it on the cabinet, “Thank you, I love it.” I was about to step back when he pressed me to his chest, wrapping my arms around him, “Now, let’s talk like you wanted to.” He made me walk backward before making us slump on the couch, “Let’s have normal conversations.” His voice was somewhat softer.

“After all… why not pretend we’re normal people for a night?” He chuckled, grabbing his pack of cigarettes before answering my question at length.

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