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Shameful Attraction (CEO! Sukuna x Female Reader~NSFW~Part 3)

Pairings: CEO!Sukuna x fem!reader x fiance!Toji (Non-Curse AU)

Synopsis: You've been in a long-term relationship with Toji from high school, who is the love of your life. Well, sometimes he is... You turn a blind eye to all of the heartaches he seems to deliberately bring upon you and the relationship. Despite his actions, you've remained loyal and true. That is, until Sukuna, a CEO and your new boss, draws you into an affair.

CW/TW: This story has moments of mistreatment and abuse in it. There are references all throughout about this behavior—Hitting, name-calling, degradation, hiding bruises, domestic violence, sexual assault, being drugged/unaware, cheating, unfaithfulness etc. Also, reader is thin/underweight, unprotected sex, fingering, pet names (i.e., doll, pretty thing, little one, princess, etc.), praise kink. Mentions of depression and thoughts of suicide in later chapters.

THIS CHAPTER SPECIFICALLY CONTAINS SEXUAL ASSAULT/DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.

Wordcount: 9.5k+

(Previous, Part 2)

~That opportunity for a good time came back, and unlike before, you accepted Sukuna's offer to go out with him. And what a night it was! This incredibly sexy man introduced you to things you never knew were possible. Unfortunately, good things must come to an end.~

Friday, 3:57 AM

Comfort suddenly turned to terror amid your sleep as the constant chiming of your phone in the distance awoke you. You sat upright in the foreign bed at an alarming rate while struggling to catch your breath. This wasn't your bed? No, that's right, you went home with someone. Oh god, you went home with someone? The sound rang out again, and you swallowed hard at the realization it was Toji messaging you. He was going to know about this. There wasn't a doubt in your mind. How could you have done such a thing like this?

How could you be so stupid and believe there wouldn't be a consequence? He'd beat you within an inch of your life or worse. Going to bed with some other man out of spite; had your lost your mind?

"You alright, doll?" Sukuna's deep and timbre voice relaxed you like a surprisingly warm hug, and you looked down at him in the darkness while one of his hands caressed your back gently. God, he sounded so sexy even while half asleep. "I just got startled awake.” you spoke quietly, focusing on the warmth of his hand on your skin. His touch was so different than Toji's, so comforting and reassuring. Toji's hands always felt rough, aggressive, and controlling. At least, now they seemed that way. Before, it all just seemed normal. The man next to you sat up, pinching the inner corners of his eyes while yawning, and you looked at him in awe and admiration. There was once a time that you looked at Toji this way, and the fact that he used to return the affection was enough to make you feel ill at the moment. At least, you thought he returned the affection. "I didn't mean to wake you." You said quietly, looking away from those gorgeous eyes and down to the blankets where your hands fumbled together. You needed to get your phone, but you were terrified to see what messages could be on it. When there was a moment of silence, you looked ahead out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the view. It was a bit too bright to really see any stars in the sky, but the lit-up buildings spanned out like a sea from the window. There was much more outside on the balconies too that you were curious about, but those would have to remain unknown for now. "I'm jealous of this view." You mumbled with a small laugh before looking at him again. He had an arm resting atop his bent knee, looking out the window for a moment as well and then gave a slight shrug. "Some of my other places have much better views." "Other places? Like, you have another home besides this?" That charming smile spread across his face as he turned his gaze to you. "Oh, sweetheart. Your naivety is adorable." You blushed while looking down at the blankets again, unsure how to respond to such information. "Why-never mind." You said, trying not to pry. "Why do I have so many homes?" He assumed casually. "Because I travel around often, and hotels aren't preferable when I'm in a place for several months at a time. And, simply because I can afford it." His grin turned into a cocky smirk as he leaned over to you. "Besides, it's more impressive to wake up to such a nice view like this, isn't it?" "Are you talking about the view out of a big window or the view of yourself?" You teased, and he chuckled while hooking a finger up under your chin, turning your face towards his as he brought his lips towards yours. "Which do you prefer?" He whispered, and you parted your lips in anticipation. Hearing the sound of your phone again, though, almost like a demand for you to respond, your body automatically gave a slight shudder, and you moved back in worry.

The man in your life was demanding your attention, and you were blatantly ignoring him while in another man's bed. "I’ll be right back.” You sighed while getting out of bed and slipping your shirt back on.

Rummaging through your purse by the elevator door, it had chimed several more times, only spiking your panic. 13 missed calls and 15 unread text messages. That's not good. -"Hey."- -missed call- -"The fuck, answer me." -missed call- -missed call- -missed call- -"Are you fucking ignoring me? Answer your fucking phone."- -missed call- -missed call- -"Fucking answer."- -"I'm not playing with you. Answer the goddamn phone."- -missed call- -"Pretending you don't hear the phone? Where the fuck are you right now that you can't hear it?"- -missed call- -missed call- -missed call- -missed call- -"I'll beat your fucking ass if you don't stop ignoring me."- -"If I call that hotel, you better fucking be there."- -missed call- -missed call- -"Not even answering the hotel phone? Are you kidding me right now?"- -"Where the fuck are you?"- -"Answer"- -"This"- -"Goddamn"- -"Phone"- -"NOW”-

Reading the notifications as quickly as possible, the blood drained from your face, leaving you cold and trembling. In the middle of your calling back, he sent another text, and you swallowed hard to prepare for the conversation you were about to have.

Stay calm. Don't react.

Stay calm, and don't react.

A mantra you've recited a million times already. The ring barely lasted a moment before his growl came through the other end.

["Before you open your fucking mouth. Just know there isn't anything you can say right now to keep me from locking you up in the fucking crate when you get home. You understand me?"] ["Y-yes, I'm sorry-"] ["Save your bullshit apology. You know the fucking rules. You answer this phone when I call. I don't give a fuck if you're sleeping. It should never take that long for you to hear the fucking ringing. I mean, did you turn it on silent or something like a stupid bitch?"] ["N-no. I just didn't hear it."] ["'Just didn't hear it.'"] He mocked you and then scoffed. ["And the hotel phone? You couldn't hear that either? Unless you're not actually at that hotel?"] ["Of course I'm at the hotel."] His brief silence on the other end of the line frightened you, as you hadn't thought of him calling the hotel room before agreeing to stay the night with Sukuna. Fuck, it's not like you knew how any of this was supposed to work. ["So if I call your hotel room right after this, you'll be there and able to answer the phone?"] ["...No. I won't answer it 'cause I'm trying to sleep. I have to get up early too. You're talking to me now."] You knew that was not the answer he'd want to hear, which would most likely earn you more punishment, but the alternative was him finding out you weren't there. There'd be more hell to pay if he knew where you were right now, and what you had just done. You really messed up this time... ["Fine. Fine. But I'm still beating your ass when you get home. You got that?"] ["Yes..."] Hearing Sukuna walk up behind you, you tensed and pressed the phone harder to your ear, hoping he wouldn't hear anything that Toji was saying.

["Tch...You know I have to do this cause you're mine, right? I can't let you get any thoughts of trying to leave me again."] ["I know.] Toji was always more bark than bite, but when he finally snapped at moments, it was some of the worst pain and most agonizing fear you'd ever experience. Usually, he'd threaten you into submission, and you'd get off lucky with only a few shoves and some slaps. Other times he'd see red and go off on you in the worst way possible. Like always, he hung up immediately after, making you simultaneously sad and angry. You slung your phone down into your bag before holding a hand over your face, trying not to cry. "He seems to become more charming each phone call," Sukuna said with obvious satire from behind you. You were lucky he hadn't been able to hear anything that Toji had said, but judging how you were replying, it was clear it wasn't a good conversation. "He was just really worried 'cause I didn't answer. It's not his fault that he was upset." You mumbled in response while wrapping your arms across your chest. "God, I feel bad.” "For what? Being asleep and not hearing the phone?" "No, for, I don't know." you murmured while offering a defeated shrug, wiping your eyes. "It's just; sometimes I feel like he doesn't even..." Don't say it, that's not something you wanted to admit to yourself. He was still with you, so he must love you. You'd been with him for years; of course he loved you. If he didn't care, he wouldn't be so upset. But. "Just feels like he doesn't love me the same anymore." you sighed despairingly. "I try to do so much for him, but I just keep messing up. Like nothing makes him happy anymore. I can't say or do anything right. It's so damn exhausting." You groaned while rubbing your face in anger and also instant guilt. Why are you telling this gorgeous man your problems? It's probably not anything he wanted to hear. "I'm sorry, I just, I don’t know.” Taking a breath, you gave a small laugh while looking up at him. For a moment, you had expected him to look bored, or even a bit uncomfortable at your sudden little outburst; but he wasn't displaying any of that.

"What keeps you from leaving?"

Leave? Leave Toji? Of course, that idea had come to mind numerous times. In fact, you had left him before—several times. One time you stayed with a friend for a night to get away, resulting in Toji breaking down their front door to drag you back home. They tried to call the cops, but you didn't want the situation to worsen and just left willingly. Another time you fled to a hotel for a couple of days after he beat you so badly you couldn't open one of your eyes. Coming back to your room one night, you found Toji sitting on the bed, waiting for you. Another time you attempted to leave, you took the train as far as possible. Away from anyone you knew or anyone Toji knew. But, just like always, it took him only a short time to find you. He always found you. He would always be so gentle when he got you back home too. That's when he was the sweetest. Suddenly you’d mean the world to him. And he'd let you know he was terrified of you not being in his life. To give him another chance. That he doesn't mean what he does, you're just so perfect he panics at the thought of losing you. No one could ever love him as you do.

Unfortunately, you could not explain this without extreme shame or embarrassment, especially to a guy like Sukuna.

After a moment of still looking up at him while lost in your thoughts, you tossed your arms around his neck to kiss his lips with an aching desire. Thinking of Toji just tore your heart into pieces, but getting attention from this man provided the relief you needed from the pain. It was wrong, it was so wrong to use him to feel better, wasn't it? To use sex and attention from some stranger to feel something that wasn't just grief and agony?

He certainly didn't seem to mind, though.

It didn't take long for him to bring you back to his room and drop you down onto the bed. He stole your breath through rough kisses while moving over your body, pinning your wrists into the blankets. Your eager whines filled the room as he rolled his hips down into yours, letting out a growl of excitement. "Please…" you begged, body writhing up from the bed as his lips trailed down your neck. "You want this cock again, already so soon?" He teased through that gruff, low voice, sending chills through your veins. He flipped you over to your stomach and patted your ass quickly as a command to lift yourself for him. As the obedient woman you were, there wasn't a second of hesitation. "Still so needy, I see." He chuckled and suddenly nipped at your ass, making you squeak before he continued. The pure intensity of pressure that filled you as he pushed himself inside made your jaw fall open weakly, with soft and nearly pathetic whines emitting from it. The honest look of pleasure upon his face from your walls sucking him in made you almost cum, hardly able to handle how fucking hot he was. You could feel how tense his body was, but he was also mindful of his pace, taking his time not to hurt you. As your head was turned to try and look at him, he kissed the side of your face tenderly, sinking further into your heat. He dwarfed your body beneath his, encompassing you in comfort and security as his arms were on either side of you. "Sukuna..." you whined softly, closing your eyes while wincing from the ache. The emotions you felt all over again made you want to cry, and you wrapped one of your arms around his to hold on.

His body leaned over yours as he started to fuck you relentlessly from behind, each thrust forcing a yelp from your throat. Your hips sank into the bed, and you grabbed onto the pillows in front of you, moaning as you slowly brought them to yourself, your mind already numb. You just needed something to hold and bury your face into, so embarrassed from the squelching of your desperate pussy. A smirk tugged at his lips as he kissed the side of your head and cheek, not letting up on how rough he was being. One of those large hands slipped under your jaw to lift your face from the pillows, and you did your best to look up at him, little tears trickling from your dove eyes. Seeing that incredibly sexy smile with sharpened canines had you panting and clamping down harder on his thrusting cock, sending your mind into a spiral. "Is my pretty little thing enjoying herself?" You could only manage a quick nod before he let your face drop back into the pillows. He chuckled at your soft whimpers, loving how easily he drove you to a trembling mess full of unbearable pleasure again so soon. The creaking of the bed is what did you in, as it only happened once he started pounding into you so hard that you began to drool. He let your face remain in the pillows as you held onto them tightly, hiding your screams from cumming so hard. "Fuck yes, that's it..." he groaned into your neck, bucking into you without mercy while chasing his own release.

You were already in trouble with Toji; no way around it. So you might as well enjoy yourself as much as possible before having to go home.

Friday, 4:30 PM

Letting out a deep, ragged sigh as the train pulled into the station close to your home, you clenched your bag, waiting for the moment you could exit the train, not that you wanted to.

Sukuna had let you stay in bed after he literally put you back to sleep. He left you to rest and completed any work he needed from his home office. You felt embarrassed to have slept so late into the afternoon, sprawled across his comfortable bed like a spent hooker. Still, he assured you it was alright, you were tired, and he couldn't resist claiming to be part of the reason for your exhaustion, which was a significant contributor. He didn't bring up what you had said about Toji, and you were so thankful for it. You never just spilled anything like that to anyone, and you were worried about how that made you appear. Probably just some whiny woman who over-exaggerated their problems.

Though you had tried to deny it, Sukuna made lunch for the both of you, him not letting you leave without something to eat. He offered to drive you back to the hotel to get anything you left in the room and check out, and then he would take you to the train station when it was time for your departure.

Sitting in his car after already thanking him profusely for everything, you stared at the train station, eyes almost glossed over as if you could cry at any moment. Fuck, you didn't want to go home. You didn't want to head back to it all. Hearing your name in Sukuna's voice so softly, you turned to look at him and gave an embarrassed smile. "Sorry, was just lost in thought." you laughed nervously, picking up your purse and bag from the floorboard.

His brows pinched together slightly, but he exited from his side of the vehicle when the door was opened for him. The driver came to your side shortly after and opened the door before moving out of the way for Sukuna. Taking hold of his hand that was offered down to you to help you out, you grasped onto it eagerly, pulling yourself up and out of his car, wiggling your legs slightly to make sure your skirt was properly down all the way and not accidentally lifted in the back or something.

"Thank you again so much." you smiled, unable to keep looking at him for long. Bringing your hand to his mouth, he gently let his lips touch your skin, kissing it softly. "Thank you, doll."

Stammering at his actions and feeling your heartbeat elevate through your chest, you could only look to the side bashfully.

"I'll see you Monday, in the office, pretty thing." he chuckled before he released your hand and gestured you should head to your train, so you didn't miss it.

Glancing back as you had gotten some distance from him, you had expected he would have already gotten back into the vehicle, but instead, he was leaning against the side of his car, lifting an arm slightly to give a wave as he noticed you looking back to him. A tear finally escaped from the corner of your eye as you lifted your hand anxiously to return his wave before entering the station, him no longer in view.

Now sitting in your seat, only minutes from home, your breath was seized up in your throat from fear, knowing Toji would go off on you the second you walked in.

'What keeps you from leaving?'

You were terrified for your safety.

Sukunas POV~

Watching her leave brought an odd feeling to his chest. Almost like he was troubled to see her go. Such strange emotions were foreign to him. Was he, missing her? A preposterous thought. She was just another woman he easily charmed and got into his bed. She was easy like all the others. Making a woman flustered with compliments and an expensive date wasn't difficult, not for him anyway. He saw a pretty face and got what he wanted per usual. She was just another woman in another city he got to fuck. If that was the case, why did he feel worried that she had to return home? Why did the look of sadness on her face make him concerned for what she might be going through? Watching the city pass by the window as he rode in the car, his thoughts were complicated and unorganized. He glanced to the unoccupied seat next to him, wondering why it felt so empty. Many women had sat there. Many women had bounced on his lap in these seats, given him head or even been pinned down as he fucked them mindlessly. And truth be told, he couldn't really recall most of their names or faces. Not that he cared to do so anyway. But her face was so vivid in his thoughts, and her name sounded so sweet as it fell from his lips. Mentioning her name to himself in the silence, he smirked at the action. It wasn't usual for him to be interested in someone he took to bed, but he couldn't get her out of his thoughts...

Heading into the office before going home, Sukuna was met with one of his associates, Nanami, on his way out. "Bit of elation upon your face, mind filling me in?" Nanami questioned while holding the door open for his boss to enter the building. "It's nothing serious, if you're curious about that." "Doesn't matter what it pertains to, seeing your genuine smile is a rarity. That's what I'm curious about." Sukuna chuckled at his associates words while heading to the elevator to go up the few flights to the executive floor with his main office. Naturally, Nanami accompanied him, briefly going over the events for the day and what awaits his boss for Monday. "Well, leave that work at my desk. I'll have my assistant check it out Monday. I need to make sure she knows what to look for." "Oh, I assume the interview yesterday was successful then? Heard she dumped coffee all over both of you. I imagined you kicking her to the curb instantly." "I thought of it. But then of course I had a better idea." Sukuna said as the elevator let them out to the office suite. "Please tell me that's not the reason she got the job." Nanami groaned, not wanting a mindless bimbo around the office. "How insulting your assumptions are." Sukuna laughed while arriving at the door to his personal office, unlocking it and pushing it open. The room immediately illuminated at his presence. Special lighting that directed their glow onto business awards and expensive pieces of art came on slowly, their rays being gentle. A large black and gray stone wall behind his desk was lit up, the small beams of light coming through carefully placed openings to make the piece modern and sharp. Nanami took his seat in one of the black leather armchairs facing Sukuna's desk and let out a bit of a sigh, still troubling over what woman his boss just hired. A decanter of scotch sat on a carved table nearby and he seriously considered getting a drink. It had been a long enough week already. "Enlighten me then, on who this woman is." "She's my assistant that's all there is to it, one that finally has the competence of what I need. She's a bit shy, but her resume proves she excels at what she does. Seems genuine enough, not some pretentious idiot who expects an easy job." "Despite the coffee incident?" "Well, she made it up to me. A couple of times already." He gave a throaty chuckle while logging into his laptop, making Nanami shake his head and reach for that decanter. "This won't turn out to be another MeiMei situation I hope." Sukunas fingers twitched lightly at the name, though he didn't look over to his associate. The gorgeous woman at his main office location in Kyoto was someone he cared not to fill his mind with. They had their past, a bit of history, but that was long over. A fallout that Sukuna nearly let get to him. No woman was going to bring him down like that again, he made sure of it. Despite their differences, she was money hungry and driven. And he could always depend she'd keep the cash flow smooth. "She's nothing like MeiMei." He started, reading over emails and marking which were important and which could wait. "Besides, you know I'm not interested in an ordeal like that again." Nanami nodded in agreement and set a glass of scotch down on Sukunas desk while taking a drink of his own. "So you've said. But I've not seen that look upon your face since you hired MeiMei. Quite chipper looking..." "I found a capable assistant and a good fuck all in one, so sue me."

Your POV~

Upon arriving at your apartment door, your knuckles nearly turned white from clutching your bag and purse tightly. Before you could even fully open the door, you could hear the laughs and tiny giggles of other people in your apartment. He had company over? Maybe he had calmed down and wasn't going to do anything after all; sometimes, you got lucky. Slipping inside quietly, you were briefly alarmed to see Toji's cousin, Naoya, and his best friend, Geto, sitting in the living room with two women you'd never seen before. They had food and drinks everywhere, and the place was a complete mess. Toji was amongst them, encouraging the guys to a few more rounds of shots. Once the door clicked shut, your fiancé glanced over and raised a shot glass in your direction, a half-drunken grin on his face at your arrival. "Oh-ho-ho! There's my little princess." You gave a forced smile to him and the others, but your stomach twisted in knots when the two women looked over you as if you were beneath them. They shared a hushed whisper while laughing and looking back, and you rolled your eyes, feeling completely uncomfortable. They were so dolled up; you wouldn't be surprised if they were a couple of escorts. Naoya was a pig of a man who put his dick in more random women than he did his wife, and you wanted to be disgusted by it, but after last night, were you any different now?

Crossing your arms tightly across your chest, you walked through the kitchen to head towards your bedroom, not caring to be included in this company. Whenever he had the guys over for the night, you always woke up the following day feeling so ill and weak, and you couldn't ever figure out why. Probably because, at some point, you knew Toji would demand you drink with them, and you, of course, had to comply and get drunk with them.

You scoffed upon hearing more snickers from the women as you went into your room, ignoring Toji's efforts to come to drink with him. Setting your bag down on the bed to unpack it, a small package inside caught your attention by surprise. Carefully pulling it out, you opened the lid from the container and suddenly felt your heart flutter at the contents inside. A little bento with egg over rice was nestled inside with a cooling pack, and you hiccupped through a small and sudden sob. Sukuna packed you some food to return home with? Was he even real?

Glancing back to the bedroom door quickly, you watched carefully, knowing Toji would take it away from you if he saw it. Tossing aside any manners, you quickly ate it like an animal desperate to get a meal in. Since Toji had the guys over, he wouldn't be having an actual dinner, and you weren't allowed to eat without him. Opening the closet to put your bag away, you froze upon seeing the crate Toji had mentioned over the phone. The lock was still secured, and a pile of junk was atop it, as usual, meaning he didn't prepare it. It didn't happen often, and it had been a long time since he shoved you into the crate as punishment. A lot of the time, you brought it upon yourself. Right? If you just did what he wanted or told you to do, there wouldn't be any consequences. He was the man of the household, and it was your job to be obedient and listen. Unfortunately, there were times you couldn't seem to do anything right for your fiancé.

Not long after your secret meal, Toji strolled into the bedroom, asking why you were not joining the fun. You had given up on denying him years ago, just accepting his demands. There was less fighting that way, and since you were already walking on thin ice with him, making him angry was the worst thing you could do now. As usual, you took your place on the couch next to him, forcing a few smiles and laughs at whatever was going on, and you tried not to put yourself down in the presence of the other women. Their fake laughs and giddiness were beyond annoying at a certain point, and you just wanted everyone out of your home. But you knew Toji was doing this on purpose, and for that, you couldn't expect relief to come any time soon. This was better than being shoved into the crate, or hit, at least.

The stench of alcohol wafted through the small apartment as the guys tried to out-drink each other, with the women cheering and pressuring more. Occasionally, Toji would turn to you on the couch and pull you into a deep and sloppy kiss, his hands roaming your body despite your small efforts to get him to stop. It was embarrassing to be slobbered on in front of other people, yet he never cared. The situation worsened when you felt his hand come up underneath your skirt. You whined through his lips, pulling your head back and pushing his hand from your sensitive areas. "Toji." you were flustered and uneasy with his actions, but he never took it seriously. "Oh, stop it; you're too uptight." "You have company over right now.” You mumbled while crossing your arms and turning your head, upset he could be so blunt and inappropriate with people able to see. "And? They're gonna fuck those women, so let me have fun with you." "Stop, please." you persisted, gently holding his hand. "It's embarrassing." He watched you for a moment before letting out a bored sigh and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine, fine.” "Damn, don't be such a boring bitch." Naoya snorted while rolling his eyes at your discomfort.

“Yeah don’t be a boring bitch.” Toji cooed in a mocking tone. His arm around you shook you slightly to get you to laugh, and on queue, you did as he expected, trying not to be upset any more than you already were. He was teasing and having fun, nothing you needed to be so offended about. Right? Before, all of this seemed so easy to block out and go with the motions, but not now; it wasn't easy to zone out. This behavior from Toji was something you had been used to for so long, and you felt it was customary to a certain point. This is just how guys were, so you looked over most of it; just thankful to have someone.

But, Sukuna didn't act like this. At all. Even when he was drinking, he was polite and considerate. And when he laid you down in his bed, he displayed control and comfort when you needed it. Damn, he even stopped when you needed him to. And there wasn't some hurtful teasing to accompany it. And how he hugged you when you were crying afterward couldn't have been typical. It was probably because it was just a hookup, and he could pretend to be admirable for a short while. You couldn't honestly expect someone who spent years with you to maintain a nice facade for so long. People got angry and had emotions, and Toji was allowed to express those. Going through this was normal, wasn't it? It was the trade-off with a long-term relationship. You got to have companionship and someone to go home to, so dealing with their bad days was expected and required.

For the next few hours, you did your best to consider Toji's feelings and play along when he joked with you or tried to grope you. Since you were off being a tramp last night, this shouldn't have been an issue. Naoya had eventually made you a drink, and you were expected to take it as usual. It's not how you wanted to spend this night, but you tried to be the excellent fiance that Toji expected.

Saturday, 12:14 AM

"T-Toji..." "Just be still, princess." "Mmm...w-what are you doing..?" "Just having some fun." You couldn't move; that much was obvious. Your head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and you tugged at your wrists to no avail. "I'm stuck..." "We want you stuck." "We..?" Your question remained unanswered, but you felt lips come to your neck, and you whimpered softly at the touch. You must have been entirely out of it cause it felt like his hands were all over your body. "You're being such a good girl, aren't you?" You gave a weak nod while trying to open your eyes, but you could only see darkness. "Toji...I-I'm sorry...for not answering the phone earlier." "That's okay, princess. You're being forgiven." "It hurts..." you sniffled as pain rattled your body, and you tried to move away from the unrelenting sensations. "S-stop, please..." "Shut your mouth. You know you like this anyway. Your pretty pictures show that you do." Your pictures?

“Fuck, feels better than my wife’s cunt.”

“Pussy that you pay for always feels better.”

“So long as you guys wanna keep handing over the cash, she’s always yours to enjoy.”

“Toji, it hurts…” "Next time, make that drink a bit stronger. She's talking too much." "Well, the last time I did that, she didn't wake up for a couple of days." "So?" "T-Toji...who, who else is h...here..?" "No one. Just go back to sleep already."

As usual, a headache woke you abruptly from your sleep, and you groaned in discomfort while sitting up and holding your head. With the bedroom door wide open, you could tell that the TV was still on in the living room, and Toji wasn't in bed with you. You frowned at the sight of your naked body, wondering why Toji would have undressed you and then just put you in the bedroom. Wrapping your robe around your body, you slowly walked out of the room, feeling weak and tired. Naoya was sitting on the couch, one of the women hanging onto him while watching TV with him, and the other woman was sitting alone while texting on her phone. You didn't see Geto or Toji, but judging by the empty beer cans and bottles everywhere, they probably ran out of alcohol and went to get some more. The woman sitting alone looked up at you once she noticed your presence, and you quickly turned away, not wanting to see her giggle at you anymore for the night. Just wanting some water, you quietly went to the kitchen, trying to block the light from your eyes as it worsened the headache. Standing at the sink while sipping water from a glass, you noticed one of the women approach, and you inwardly groaned. "Are you okay?" She whispered, her expression soft and concerned, contrasting how she looked down on you earlier when you got home. "I'm okay; just a headache, is all." You shrugged it off, now washing out your cup. "...Does it happen often?" Looking at her in confusion, you crossed your arms over your chest and waited for her to explain more. "What are you talking about? The headaches? Probably cause I had too much to drink and-" "No, don't you remember anything?" "Remember what?" You questioned, a bit of concern now swirling in your tone. Before she could speak again, you heard the front door open, and the guys stumbled back in, laughing and carrying a couple more cases of beer. When the woman's attention was distracted, you slipped past her to go back to your room, just wanting to fall asleep again. You honestly had no idea what the woman was talking about, and you weren't sure if you even cared to find out. You just needed some more sleep.

Saturday, 1:30 AM

Luckily you could sneak back into the room without Toji noticing, and you hoped he would leave you alone for the rest of the night. You got your phone from your purse and sat up on the bed, trying to ignore the loud commotion already starting up again in the living room, even through the now closed door.

Unlocking your phone and seeing a notification pop up from about an ago, your eyes light up immediately.

-"Evening, pretty thing, just wanted to thank you for letting me take you out last night. I hope you enjoyed yourself."- Trembling fingers held onto your phone, and it didn't take long for a few drops of fallen tears to cover the little glowing screen as your eyes read the words. Damn, you already missed him so much? It was just a hookup, people do these things all the time. It would be best if you didn't miss him...He was your boss after all, you needed to stay professional.

Sitting at the bar with some nameless woman who was trying to tell him a dramatic story that he wasn't the least bit interested in, Sukuna had pulled out his phone to message the woman he preferred to be talking to right now. With you being on his mind all day and disturbing him for it, he decided he'd clear his head and find someone else to have and move on again, not wanting to stray from that easy and mindless routine he had.

Unfortunately, after he charmed a woman at the bar, he found himself not paying attention to her at all and, more often than not, only thinking about how you looked the night prior, how your smile and laugh were so delightful to see and hear, and how satisfied he made you feel through the night.

-"Evening, sir." you couldn't resist the little pet name, laughing lightly as you typed out the rest of your message, sniffling as the pain in your head and heart suddenly subsided, euphoria washing over you in an instant.

-"I truly enjoyed myself; thank you so much for the good time. I honestly appreciated everything you did for me. And I do mean everything."- You didn't expect a reply, but it still felt nice to get a message from him. Too bad you didn't see it sooner.

Looking down at his phone upon seeing your message come through, Sukuna grinned while opening it to read what you sent, cocking a brow at the last part. "Oh, is that so?" he chuckled to himself, his canines revealing themselves through his widened grin.

"Um, hello, are you even listening to me?" A hand waved at him to get his attention, but he remained looking down at his phone, typing out his response.

-"Ah, well, it was my pleasure, doll. Perhaps you'd allow me the honor to treat you to another night out again sometime."-

Shifting his eyes up to the woman he was sitting with, who had an angry scowl on her face, he sighed lightly. "Honestly, I can't recall a thing that has come from your mouth except for nonstop, irritating noise." His words made her jaw drop and stammer incoherently as he stood up, finishing his drink before setting the glass down. He gestured to the bartender that he was leaving for the night, who nodded in response, knowing to finish adding up the bill.

Hearing your phone chime again in response, you smiled and read it eagerly, unable to keep the heat from swirling in your cheeks. You were beyond thankful that he still replied, despite your late response.

-"I would love that, Sukuna."-

Sukuna continued to message you well into the night as the both of you talked about nothing in particular. It felt like you were enjoying each other's close company from a distance. Nothing inappropriate, nothing devious, almost like he was a great friend you've been needing.

You kept trying to convince yourself he should only be a friend and that what you did with him was very wrong. But at the same time, it was so very right, and you couldn't wait til it happened again. If that was something that even could happen again.

Every few moments, you'd erase the whole conversation just out of precaution in case Toji walked in, and you put some random name in for Sukuna's contact and labeled it as 'Yuna-Coworker' just in case he were to snoop, which happened often.

Saturday, 7:54 AM

You squirmed and groaned at the morning light hitting your eyes, pulling you out of a deep sleep. Seething at some lingering pain in your head, you held your forehead while trying to fully wake up, not even remembering when you had fallen asleep again.

Everything was quiet inside...and since you were left in peace, you knew Toji wasn't home.

Looking down at your phone quickly, you realized you completely stopped responding to Sukuna. You frowned slightly as you saw a couple of unread messages from him, hating that you didn't get to keep talking to him...

The last thing you texted was around 4 AM...he stayed up that late to keep talking with you..?

Your last message, 4:03 AM: -"I'm nervous for Monday; I hope I can get through your training quickly and do well."-

Sukunas response:-"You'll do just fine, pretty thing. I wouldn't worry about it. You get a couple weeks of training with me, so you don't have to feel rushed."-

You had fallen asleep before even being able to receive his message, not that you're surprised; you've been exhausted.

There was another message from him around 4:30 AM: -"I guess you've fallen asleep, doll. I hope you rest well."-

Giving a weak smile as you read his messages, you begrudgingly declined to reply and deleted all of the texts, hoping he wouldn't message you randomly when Toji was around... You set his notifications to vibrate only, so you could still hear other messages or calls if needed. God forbid you missed Toji's calls.

Not having much else to think about or do, you dragged yourself from the bed, slowly starting to pick up any mess around, as Toji never bothered to clean, and you were convinced he deliberately was a slob just to give you chores to do.

Opening up the curtains and windows, you let in some sunlight and fresh air to get some stuffiness out of the small apartment while you cleaned. Not like you had much else to do, so you always did as much deep cleaning as possible; at least your home could be refreshed and taken care of.

Saturday, 12:30 PM

Sitting outside in the small garden for the apartments, you casually read a book at one of the little tables, just passing the day. Toji was very possessive of the TV, so you typically didn’t watch anything. Other than being on your phone or reading, there wasn't much you got to do at home. And unless you were at work, Toji really didn't want you far from home. Still no sign or word from him though, and you hated yourself for feeling slightly worried for him. You couldn't help but send him a message, as you have in these situations so many times before; you couldn't help it, that self-damaging bleeding heart of yours.

The day still went on, and you remained outside, now casually watching a few parents and kids on the playground, their laughing keeping your mind occupied as you just sat and waited for something, anything, honestly. You always knew your life was rather dull and uneventful being at Toji's side. Still, it felt painfully empty now that you had a taste of something so sinful and exciting, as if you had been forced to eat a plain, bland meal your whole life with no seasonings or spices and Sukuna delivered to you the most exquisite thing you ever tasted. You needed more of it, so desperately. And if being a fuck toy for him helped you get it, well, so be it.

Toji never replied to you, and you didn't have the slightest idea of where he went, not that this was abnormal. He sometimes disappeared for several days in a row, doing god knows what.

Hearing your phone ring, you frowned at it deeply while seeing who it was, recognizing the number as a loan shark looking for their money, of course. Even on the weekend, they came looking. They weren't the typical company most people went through, however. A bit of under the table type dealings, which meant the consequences were beyond normal legal actions. Quick money with little to no background checks meant you could take out way bigger loans, no questions asked. But when it came time to pay, they didn't tolerate any delinquencies. If anything, it was treated as personal theft at that point.

Answering it while heading back inside, you let out a ragged sigh.

["Hello?"] ["Miss (Y/N)?"] ["This is her.”] ["I'm calling in regards to your several balances that have not received any type of decent payment for the last six months."] ["I know, I'm sorry, but I did start a new job, and as soon as I start getting my paychecks, I'll-"] ["Miss (Y/N), you've been given several opportunities to consolidate or pay the bare minimum, and we've received little to nothing. Our records indicated your previous job paid more than enough to cover your basic living expenses and the minimum requirement to keep these accounts from becoming a problem. I must say you are not responsible for your income or spending habits, and that will catch up with you very soon, I'm afraid. It's in print when you signed that we don't take these matters lightly. It's a privilege to receive our benefits and funding. The next step is prosecution and, most likely, jail time until the debts can be repaid. I apologize, but we have bent over backward to help you get out of this situation, and you don't seem to appreciate it in the least. If you cannot make a minimum payment on each account with the amount of ¥125,000, your information will be passed forward to our corresponding client who deals with this. And they use any means necessary."] ["Wait! Do I have to pay that on each account? At once? There are like 3 of them in total! I don't have that kind of-"] ["8 accounts, actually. So we would need a minimum total across all accounts of ¥1,000,000 by the end of next week, or there will be further repercussions beyond my control. Do you confirm you understand?"]

Slumping down against the wall after you got back into your apartment, you sniffled and stared blankly ahead.

["Miss? Do you understand what is expected of you and what will happen if that criterion can not be met?"] ["T-there should only be 3...I, I've only opened 3 accounts, I was gonna have them paid soon and I...I..."] There was silence on the other end of the line as you briefly sobbed, sobbed at the brutal knowledge of just how fucked you were right now. ["I d-don't have that kind of money...not yet...I need my paycheck...please...please give me a little more time. I'm begging you..."] There was a small sigh through the phone and a faint clicking on a keyboard before the woman spoke up again. ["Ill give you an extension...but an extension adds to your debt. Paying beforehand will keep this from happening, but if the extension is absolutely required, it will be added on. There isn't anything else I'll be able to do for you after that."]

After finishing the call and dropping your phone to the ground, you pulled your knees to your chest, crossed your arms over them, and buried your face while crying. It wasn’t so much that you couldn’t afford to pay it, but just knowing Toji had opened an additional 5 accounts in your name that you were unaware of broke your heart even more.

Your parents had bailed you out several times before, and Toji was aware of it. However, the last couple of times, they said if you remained with him, they wouldn't offer a helping hand anymore, and as stupid as you were, you stayed at his side, feeling loyal to your fiancé, being the only one to 'understand' his troubles. The last time you called, they hung up on you once you mentioned needing money, so your heart ached at the thought of even trying this time.

How could you blame them? They tried so hard to get you to understand what was wrong with Toji, but you fought with them in his defense, making a fool of yourself to protect his integrity, only to realize they were right all along. Realizing it much too late, unfortunately.

You couldn't even read your book; you felt so mentally drained and numb to the thought of owing an insane amount of money. Sitting on the couch and staring at the wall, you had exhausted all ideas or solutions in your head. Nothing would work, you didn't have any savings to pay for even a fraction of the debt. The extension just bought you a bit more time, not enough to actually come up with the money.

The call to your parents didn't even start ringing yet and you were already crying, terrified of the conversation. Much to your relief, and dismay, it was sent to the voicemail box. A generic computer voice spoke out, saying to leave a message after the beep. You didn't particularly want to leave a message while begging for money, but you needed to know an answer as soon as possible.

-"Mom, I'm sorry to call and ask. I don't mean to leave this as a message; I just don't know what else to do. I've tried, I've tried so hard not to ask for help. But, please, please help me again, just this one more time. I need...-"

Turning your head from the phone, you tried to stifle a sob and regain your composure.

-"I need ¥1,000,000. I know. I know this is bullshit. And I'm sure you and dad are disappointed in me, but I'm trying. I'm really trying. I got a new job that pays more, and my boss is really nice to me. So I hope eventually I can earn even more money the longer I'm there, and I can pay you guys back for everything. I swear I will. Please, please help me one more time. They said I'll go to prison this time if I don't pay. I'm sorry, for everything."-

Your stomach was twisted in knots, and you spent the next couple of hours hugging the toilet in the bathroom; you were so sick from stress. You didn't even hear the door when it opened, Toji coming into the bathroom unexpectedly. "Woah, you sick all of a sudden?" Hearing his voice while he knelt behind you, you turned your tear-stained face to him and whimpered sadly. His large hand touched your back, stroking it gently, and your lip quivered at his touch. He was the one causing this severe stress, how were you supposed to feel comfort? "The creditors called me," you started, wiping your mouth and turning your head away. "...Toji, they said there are eight accounts now." "And?" He scoffed while standing up from you. "And? Toji, you've opened more accounts, we don't have the money to pay for them; I don't have the money! I must pay ¥1,000,000 by next Friday or I could go to prison! What am I supposed to do?" He shrugged with little care regarding the situation. "Come on, they're not gonna send you to prison. It's just some scare tactic. Don't be so stupid." "Toji, this isn't just some normal bank association. You know this; we've discussed this. They give you whatever you need or want, but the consequences are written out!" "Ugh, you're so fucking dramatic; it's annoying. Just call your fucking parents then if you're so worried about it." "They said they wouldn't help me anymore the last time I needed money from them.” You groaned in agony while standing up and rubbing your eyes. Why couldn’t he just listen for once? “Toji, you promised you wouldn't do this to me again. We were so close to not owing this place anymore, and you took out more and-!" Blinding white pain shot across your face as you stumbled back into the wall, the back of his hand lifted from striking you. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Whining as he approached, you waited for the next hit to come, and as always, it did. "I think you better figure out who you're talking to, or I'll beat your fucking ass!" He barked in your face while slamming his fist into the wall next to your head. A sob slipped out of your trembling lips, and he hit the wall repeatedly, making you yelp and shudder with each loud thud. "That fucking attitude of yours is getting on my nerves." He growled and took hold of your arm, harshly bending it out to the side. Your cry of pain only brought out more irritation, and he twisted your arm to the point of it aching in excruciating pain. "T-Toji! Stop!" You pleaded, crying and pushing against him with barely any success. The small apartment was filled with your cries for mercy and occasional screams of fear as he belittled and shoved you into nearly everything while threatening you.

The worst of his punches were always against the wall next to your head, and you sobbed at each rattling sound, always terrified he'd hit you instead. "Why do you always make problems for me?” He yelled again, now grabbing a fistful of your hair to control your body closer to his. "Why do you make me have to yell like this? God, you make me just want to strangle the life out of you sometimes." He growled in your face as you shook in fear.

His hands clasped around your throat, pinning your back to the wall in the kitchen and you trembled in his hold. “I could so easily do it. Snap your little neck like it’s nothing.” He continued to threaten and your breath remained stuck beneath his hold. He pulled you forward before shoving you into the wall again, making you hit the back of your head.

Your lip quivered as you stared at him in panic. Waiting for it. Waiting for him to snap.

He released your throat, only to ram his fist into your gut, making you double over and heave with the pain.

Another punch slammed up under your ribs before he turned away from you, yelling out in anger. He put his fist through one of the cabinets, splintering the wood before doing it again to another.

You slumped to the ground, still heaving and wheezing. He tore one of cabinet doors off, bashing it onto the counter and destroying anything that was in its path.

You knew better than to leave, knowing if he ever had to chase you, he’d beat the hell out of you instead of something else. So you remained in the middle of the kitchen floor, sobbing into your hands while your body jerked in fear at every crack or shatter.

Stay calm, don’t react.

Stay calm.

Don’t react.

It was a mess. An absolute mess.

Your gut ached as you slowly swept up the broken glass and wood that was on the floor. There were drops of blood everywhere too, getting swept up into the small trash pile forming in the ground. Toji split his knuckles from some of the things he hit.

Why had you been so stupid? Why did you try to argue with him? It never ended well.

Toji eventually came back into the kitchen, now with bandages wrapping his hands to stop the bleeding.

You swallowed hard, your grip becoming sweaty as you held the broom, afraid he still had his attitude.

He said nothing for a long while, making you more nervous as you were now on your hands and knees, wiping up any leftover spots of blood.

“Im sorry, Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry…” he finally said, kneeling down at your side. Your lip quivered as he took hold of your chin, turning your face to his. “I just can’t help it. I never mean to take it so far.”

His thumbs came up under your eyes, wiping your tears away gently. “I’ll never be able to prove how much you mean to me. I’ll never be good enough for a woman like you. No one could ever deal with my shit like you do. I am beyond lucky to have you still, though I know I don’t deserve any part of you.” He sighed deeply while hanging his head.

“I’m sure you hate me. You want to leave, don’t you? Not that I’d blame you. I’d hate to be without you but I’d understand. Just tell me how badly you want me gone. Maybe I should just put a bullet through my head.”

His voice cracked as his hands moved to your upper arms, holding them almost desperately. “I’d kill my self if I didn’t have you. I don’t know how I could even fathom life without someone so perfect and willing to be at my side.”

Your throat was dry as it ached for you to cry.

If you hadn’t argued with him, this wouldn’t have happened. It was your fault for stressing him out and making him snap. Why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut?

Toji groaned in satisfaction as he sank balls deep into your cunt. He had your hair wrapped around his fist, keeping your face pushed into the pillows as he thrusted into you from behind. You ached so badly, but what would you do? Tell him no? He was obviously stressed out, and this was the only thing you’d be able to satisfy him with. You made the man mention killing himself cause of your actions. And you hated it. Hated making him feel like that.

You knew it was fucked up for someone to threaten their life over someone else’s absence, but what were you supposed to do? You couldn’t imagine he’d actually do a thing like that, but, what if he did? Then you had to live with that. Had to live with the guilt of someone ending their life over you. It was just easier to shut up and do as you’re told.

“Oh my god…I can’t ever get enough of this perfect cunt.” He said while hitting his hips hard into yours. You silently yelped and groaned, just waiting for him to be finished. It always hurt. It just felt painful and in the end you’d be left feeling raw and sore.

Sukuna was bigger, but it didn’t make you ache like this. But how did that make any sense? Infact it felt so much better. Not just cause of his size, but just everything about it.

You hated yourself for sleeping with Sukuna, cause now, everything was even worse. Life sucked before, or so you thought, when you were ignorant, but now it was just painful to know that something better could indeed be given to you. And knowing you'd never actually get something like that was heartbreaking.

~Thank you so much for reading!! Comments and Reblogs are much appreciated!

Returning to your normal life wasn't anything you wanted to deal with, but it was a good reminder that it was your reality, and you shouldn't get too many hopes of it ever changing.

Next (Part 4)

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shadowywerewolf-main · 2 years

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Melone Headcanons

Part 1 (Personal Headcanons)

These violent delights have violent ends.

Warning: TW BLOOD/TW TRAUMA

💻 Probably grew up under a toxic mother. The fact that he appreciated Junior's love for his mother despite her repulsion to J's activities may indicate this. Was mostly surrounded by women in his childhood.

💻 An idle brain is devil's workshop. Found reading and learning as a way to escape the reality. Tried engaging himself in reading what laid around his place; magazines, journals, etc. Either this, or overhearing his mother's and her friends' conversations led him to believe in horoscopes.

💻 Had slight interactions with brothels at an young age. His behavior could also be the result of sexual and emotional trauma that he might have had to face in his past. If you are aware about the toxic conditions, you might also be aware of the fact that sometimes workers have to take blood supplies after a particular violent session. Melone's 'blood pseudoscience' might be a result of this. This could also be where his 'sweat analysis' methodology was developed.

💻 He finds himself getting attached to toxic women. For the majority of his life, he had known love to be a mixture of violence and abuse.

💻 Gets confused to genuine affection.

💻 Did not have a formal education. A degree, even though less in demand, generally allows a person to catch up to some job or the other. Lack of one of such achievements despite his intelligence compelled him to join the mafia (could've been one of the 'suggested' candidates, given that someone pointed out the potential within him/probably it was one of the 'regular clients' who had an eye on his behavior, lets not forget, people like that DO exist).

💻 His curiosity and zeal to learn did allowed him to get involved with various science branches; biological sciences being the subject of top interest.

💻 Did not go with the proper sequence of learning process. A student is supposed to take one step at a time during their learning period; clearing the basics and then jumping over the expert level of knowledge. Melone took a different route. He observed the things around him, and connected them with his previous knowledge, or recalled his investigations while he studied something new.

💻 This observation skill went on to help him analyze the 'Mothers' during his missions (drugs and alcohol mentions for instance).

💻 Very interested in Ancient history.

💻 Uses a lot of shampoo. Let's be honest, letting your hair flow a little while you're on a two wheeler does speed up the ruining process. Ofcourse he uses helmet, traffic norms are no jokes.

💻 Has OCD. The way he 'sat' in the field beside the train indicates his repulsion to the idea of getting 'dirty'. Wears gloves to avoid germs.

💻 His eyelid is partially paralyzed. Another manifesto of his trauma; could've suffered a severe punch at his eye. Uses the mask to support it and frequently moisturizes the eyeball (uses eyedrops for instance). The hair growth prevents any foreign particle from entering his eye at a decent level.

💻 BabyFace could be the result of his desire plus his trauma. Genetic engineering was something that might have attracted his attention. At the same time, his trauma that structured many of his habits gave rise to the functioning of BabyFace.

💻 Does not kill the bugs roaming on his bed. He allows them to climb atop a sheet and releases them on the ground.

💻 Has sensitive taste and olfactory receptors. Not in every case, but sometimes those who have sensitive taste buds also possess corresponding olfactory receptors.

💻 Melone is not quite fond of this talent.

💻 Often zones out.

💻 Frequently experiences L'Appel Du Vide. Although he does not have suicidal tendencies, he often finds himself performing something unnatural on impulse.

💻 Gives out genuinely good advice. Ever since he was a child, he developed a habit of reading people.

💻 This trait however proves to be fatal to him sometimes since he doesn't take anything to his heart and forgives those who pass him bitter words or actions (wasn't aggressive after the slap).

💻 The way he set out 'options' to the Mother, could indicate his respect for other's opinions.

💻 Although he acts weirdly around women, he never enforces himself into anyone's personal space (missions being exceptional).

💻 These violent delights have violent ends. Overworks himself sometimes. Oddly, gets a peculiar enjoyment out of the adrenaline rush. Passes out later.

💻 Well-versed in multiple languages. Mostly due to interactions with 'clients'.

💻 Guilty pleasure. Checks the compatibility of the team members. THE RESULTS WILL SHOCK YOU! Will never admit.

💻 Has blood samples of every member, just in case.

💻 "Please switch off the lights and fans before leaving the room. Save the planet."

💻 Has tons of those visual encyclopedias. Carries that 'all in one' book in a slot adjoined to BabyFace's body.

💻 Started using 'Di Molto' to irritate Ghiaccio. Got used to saying it. (Credits to the person who mentioned this somewhere, if I find the source I'll link it).

💻 Has slightly sadistic-like tendencies. A result of 'what if' pattern questions that fuels his curiosity. Although he does not mean any harm, it's the impulse that unknowingly guides him sometimes.

💻 Solves mathematical problems ON THE TEXTBOOK itself. Or any general writing work he has to indulge himself into, he ends up messing with the original copy itself.

💻 Resting bitch face.

💻 Very reserved. Very observant.

💻 Doesn't talk too much. But once he starts talking, he is unable to control himself. La Squadra does not judge him for this nature.

💻 Worrying about things won't help easing them anyway. Carefree. Not careless. Doesn't take stress of anything and goes with the flow. What is ought to happen will happen anyway. Calm mind paves the way. Does get stressed out, that too, very rarely.

💻 Lurks around on deep web only. Dark web is no joke and he understands that. Uses it only in VERY VERY serious cases.

💻 No just because he can perform troubleshooting doesn't mean he can build an entire PC.

💻 Handles squad's accounting. He is also the one who keeps records of every mission. It's his exceptionally extreme honesty and dedication that made Risotto assign this task to him.

💻 "That sock either stays on my foot for 2 days or I'm not wearing it once I take it off."

💻 Aside from Pesci, he was the only one who actually shed tears after Sorbet - Gelato incident.

#la squadra #jjba #vento aureo #la squadra di esecuzione #melone #melone jojo #jjba melone #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba vento auero #jjba part 5

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suckerstevie-blog · 7 years

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yo yo yo this is hella late but i’m gwyn, here’s my intro, im literally writing this while walking out the door and i’ll be back eventualllyyyy !

( gigi hadid, she/her, cisfemale ) haven’t you met stevie hakim from the bronx? gg calls them sucker punch on her blog. i’m sure you’ve seen the posts. apparently she was disowned by her upper east side family after tarnishing their reputation. you might know of her as volatile and unrefined based on what gg has to say, but she can also be resilient and down-to-earth. she is twenty one and spends her days boxing professionally and teaching kids to box here in manhattan.

Growing up, Stevie had everything a kid could want. a lavish house in the upper east side where she could roam the exciting city -- going to the huge toy shop, riding horse carriages in the streets, hopping on beds in the Plaza. Once the childlike delights began to fade, she realized that there was nothing of substance. Her love for her family was only replenished when they’d buy her things to occupy her time, and when she realized this, she opted to focus on the humanity of her parents. Though, once she learned there wasn’t much humanity to work with, she uncovered her parents true colors.

Her father had good intentions but never put them to good use. He’s a stockbroker for Wallstreet, and certainly provides for his family but it’s merely an obligation, there was no emotion to it, at least it was rarely shown. Her mother made her money selling her own line of skin care products, and with the help of her husband’s entrepreneurial skills and influence, she was able to make a pretty penny on her business. They were dubbed a power couple by the higher-up families of New York but were unknown in the press -- that is until their daughter came of age to stir up some trouble.

As Stevie started to come to terms with her parents’ top priority a.k.a. their reputation, she soon became their enemy #1. It started with misdemeanors at her private school and turned to secret escapes to the city to do hell knows what with hell knows who. Her late night train trips to the Bronx turned into day trips which turned to more time there than at home. She made real friends in the Bronx, people who were unaware of her family’s wealth and accepted her budding personality. Though her main motivation to go to the Bronx was the booming boxing scene. There, she witnessed some of the best fighters she’s ever seen, and was inspired to say the least. She soon found a coach, Darrell, who not only taught her everything she knows but became a true father figure to her.

At 16 she began to spiral a bit, getting into some more unhealthy habits as her friends were. More alcohol consumption, cigarettes, weed, even cocaine. Though the worst mistake was when she was 17 and got involved with a guy she met in the Bronx, who videotaped them having sex without her consent and posted it online.

Her sex tape gave her quite the following, and she was in a few newspapers and the local news. “Stockbroker’s Daughter in Sex Tape Scandal.” The writers of these stories couldn’t help but tie in her other transgressions into one sinful bow. Her name was even a hashtag on twitter, and unfortunately, a top search on pornhub. Her father did everything he could to purge the incident but it made a mark on the public’s minds and memory -- at least, thanks to her father’s leverage, there is no longer proof on the internet, and the asshole who wronged Stevie is behind bars. Though she is not at fault, the incident was the last straw for her parents. They were sick and tired of her rebellious antics and would not stand to let them tarnish their once pristine reputation any longer, so they formally disowned her.

At first she was devastated, abandoned by her own blood and all her hard work she put into her boxing career would be undermined by one video. She was crushed, but not broken. She focused her anger and negativity into the ring and vowed not to let her parents nor any boy interfere with her life again. She’d pretend her opponents were the assholes on the internet hiding behind a screen or the pigs on the streets who’d follow and harass her. Sometimes she’d even imagine her punching bag was her dear old parents. Soon her anger was nearly out of control. She’d pick a fight with anyone who’d stand in her way or looked at her funny, and being undefeated didn’t encourage her to stop anytime soon. Though sure enough, she came to a point where she bit off more than she could chew.

One time at a bar during her senior year, a guy started to chat her up to which she, at first, kindly turned down. Though as he started to get more and more persistent and touchy she stood her ground. Soon his sweet nothings turned to personal insults and she ending up getting in a full fledged fight with him. She was able to get a few punches and kicks in and cause some serious damage, but before she knew it, she was held by his crew with a gun at her temple. They took this opportunity to start wailing on her and they threw her unconscious body in the alley behind the bars.

Once again, she was the talk of the town after she was identified and hospitalized. She had 2 broken ribs, a broken leg, a concussion, and countless cuts and bruises -- nothing too severe but she’d need a lot of physical therapy and time before she could ever box again. Her parents had the decency to pay for her hospital bill but never once visited her, not wanting to start something they couldn’t finish.

After a seemingly endless recovery period, she was able to get back in the ring. She was shaky at first, even hopeless that she’d never fight the same again, but she found a new muse. Instead of using her anger from her past fuel her fight, she motivated herself with her own growing confidence. She also managed to repeat senior year and graduate high school.

Stevie is currently on a healthier path with her luck is starting to turn around, exchanging her infamy for fame. She’s as strong as ever, perhaps even stronger in the ring. She’s taken up a job teaching kids to box in Manhattan while living in the Bronx. She’s relatively drug free and she has more control of her anger. However, her fury does slip out if instigated enough, especially when someone she loves is threatened.

personality:

+ traits: courageous, athletic, down-to-earth, tough, protective, realistic, resilient, fearless

- traits: aggressive, cutthroat, impulsive, ruthless, possessive, moody, short-tempered

headcannons:

80% of the time you’ll see her with a lollipop in her mouth, another reason why her nickname in the ring is sucker punch.

also 95% of the time her hair is up, the only she really takes it down is on really cold winter days, showering, etc.

says fight me and means it

confident to the point of outright narcissism but also pretty self-deprecating

I’ll add more later probably lol, like this for a plot and i cant wait to start! :)

#( ooc ! )#( bio ! )#tw: slight drug use violence etc

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drakenology · 3 years

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𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯... 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶 ;)

𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔰! 𝔩𝔢𝔱'𝔰 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔢𝔪 𝔞 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢.

@bakugosbratx - baby eyes - Mafia!Bakugo x Reader

Warning: 18+ Content. Some non-con, blood, murder, Mafia Bakugo, Fem! Reader, bdsm, sexual intercourse, size kink, degrading, orgasm denial, Stockholm syndrome, yandere themes, etc.

@miriobaby - Risky Weekend! - Bachelor!Izuku x Reader

dom! izuku, cheating (with the reader), under the influence sex, just pure smut and a tad bit of fluff. IF I DO NOT SEE YOUR AGE ON YOUR BLOG, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST OR BLOG!!!!

@kiridarling - In Limbo - katsuki x kirishima x reader

warnings: f!reader, time travel sex, guns, prostitute/stripper idrk!reader, tw!blood (non-descriptive), dacryphilia, squirting, spit roasting, d-penn, shower sex, multiple rounds. minors dni!

@loveatsutani - priscilla - aran x stripper!reader

cw: sugar daddy!aran. stripper!fem reader. mentions of alcohol. exhibitionism. car sex.

@katsukisbunny - Villain!Deku x Reader

@sleepyrintaro - Gojo X Card Dealer!Reader

@nomadmilk - A Diamond in The Rough - Hawks x Reader

Warnings: Smutty Smut, Sex Work/Prostitution, Reader is a Sex Worker, Alcohol and Drug Use, Shady Business Practices, Daddy!Kink, Hawks falling in love with you but in a crazy way, Lingerie, Blood and Injury, Violence and Death, Threat, Slight Manipulation and Coercion, Derogatory Use of “bitch”, Over stimulation

@lumos-flies - Sugar Sweet Baby -Pieck x SugarBaby!Reader

Warnings: Cunnilingus, ass eating, implied exhibitionism, reader is a sugar baby

@savorysatori - Blue Lounge - Bartender!Hanamaki x Stripper!Reader

warnings: under the influence. Praise, teasing manner. dumbification, slight exhibitionism at the end. stripper!reader. Oral, (f!receiving), alcohol.

@kohito - StreetRacer!Mahito x Reader

@dailuna - Atsumu X Burlesque!Reader

@macnevercries - colorblind- Kirishima x Prostitute!Reader

warnings: size kink, prostitution, oral(giving), penetrative sex

@bakugous-trauma - Unfavorable Guidance - Shinsou x Reader

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, Smut 18+ MDNI please, , mentions of alcohol, mentions of murder, minor character death, sex under quirk use, spitting, degrading, swearing, manipulation, unprotected sex.

@itadrkori - izuku x reader

@theehoneybunii -

#vice city 🎲#vice city masterlist 🎰#im v sorry if this is ugly i tried my best

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whumperooni · 3 years

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♡♡ Fic Masterlist ♡♡

A compilation of all my fics!

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Such a disappointment (Scumbag!Hawks x Endeavor'sDaughter!Reader; creampies, nonconsensual photo taking, scumbag!Hawks, exhibitionism (kinda), daddy kink, humiliation, fetishizing said humiliation) 2.8k

dyed and dirty (Keigo x Reader; tw faux incest, exhibitionism, embarrassment, inappropriate pda/dirty talk) 1.3k

nesting (Keigo x Sister!Reader; tw incest, noncon, rut, breeding, fingering, possessive behavior) 1.8k; nesting, pt. ii (Keigo x Sister!Reader; tw incest, tw breeding kink, tw pregnant reader, tw dubcon, nursing, mention of breastfeeding (just a tiny bit), fingering, shame, praise, depression and self-deprecation, yan keigo) 2.8k

be my guest (Keigo x Sister!Reader, Touya x Reader; tw incest, tw faux incest, tw misogyny, tw breeding kink (mentions of breeding but not the action), tw slight mindbreak/trained behavior, human ashtray, ass eating, blowjobs, tw degradation)

snowfall (Drug dealer!Keigo x Model!College Student!Reader; tw noncon, tw drug use, tw eating disorders, blowjobs, humiliation, verbal abuse, slightly yan keigo, dumbification)

You can spray trash gold but that doesn’t it make treasure (Kiego x Older Sister!Reader; tw incest, humiliation, panty kink, tw toxic power imbalances, masturbation, getting it on during a dinner party)

make it rare, make it bloody (Keigo x Cousin!Reader; tw incest, tw drugging, tw noncon, tw somno, tw period kink, oral, lil bit of shame and humiliation kink, masturbation, college au) wc: 1.2k

Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

wind down (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, somft Enji, finger sucking, fingering, oral, cock warming, somnophilia (kinda)

Belonging (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, mentions of being roughly handled by your big bros while daddy was away u.u)

Crop Top (Endeavor x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, humiliation and degradation, possessive behavior, creampies, and Enji being a horny old dick over his daughter’s clothing choices)

Scorched (Enji x Reader; Natsuo x Reader...kinda; A/B/O; tw breeding kink; tw noncon/dubcon; tw angst/no happy ending; rough sex; tw dumbification (i think?)) Scorched Scraps

midnight (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, angst/no happy ending)

a dog’s life (dehumanization, trained/brainwashed behavior, blowjobs, cum swallowing, dubcon/noncon)

sweet damnation (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, tw breeding kink, a touch of misogyny, feelings of shame, tw dubcon (kinda), size kink)

it’s not a party without some tears (Enji x Sister!Reader; tw incest, tw drinking, tw dubcon/noncon, tw angst, tw violence, tw toxic relationships, possessive behavior)

embers (burning for you) (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw drugs, masturbation, tw incest, all characters are aged up, scent kink (kinda), rough sex, lite humiliation, daddy kink) 2.3k wc

burning, burning, burning (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest; a/b/o; tw noncon; tw dubcon/noncon; tw breeding kink; knots; violence as in rough handling, clothes being burnt off, etc; mindbreak) 3.4k wc

Touya Todoroki/Dabi

greedy (Touya Todoroki x Reader; degradation, rough sex, toxic relationship, slut!reader, like damn girl you really are a needy and greedy thing, thoughts of cheating/fantasies of cheating, possessiveness, boot humping, uhhh idk what to call it but talk of being a cumdump for the Todoroki family, pure and shameless thirst)

Pit Stop (Touya Todoroki x Sister!Reader; tw incest, watersports, forced piss swallowing, exhibitionism, blowjobs, cum swallowing, humiliation, crying/crybaby!reader, noncon/dubcon, nonconsensual video taking, mean mean mean big brother Touya)

What’s mine is mine (Dabi x Sister!Reader; Keigo, Jin, and Tenko; tw incest, tw breeding kink, scumbag squad, drugs and drinking, possessive behavior)

Smile for the camera (Dabi x Reader; toxic relationships, violence, fingering, choking, degradation)

two in the morning and i’m all yours (Dabi x Reader; tw toxic relationship, public fingering, drinking and drug mention, degradation, possessive behavior, daddy kink, fingers in moufs, reader is kind of a bimbo, mentions of punishment/trained behavior, drool, slight puking mention (just briefly, nothing graphic and not described in any detail- it’s all in the past))

Natsuo Todoroki

Indulgence (Natsuo x Sister!Reader; tw incest, but like...nothing happens, incestuous thoughts/desires, a smidge of praise kink, head scritches, guilt and denial of feelings, just a bit of somft, it’s reader’s turn to long after their sibling)

for shame (Natsuo x Sister!Reader, Enji Todoroki x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, feelings of shame and humiliation, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, breeding/pregnancy talk) 1k voice recording celebration

Just the two of us (Natsuo x ditzy!virgin!Reader; unprotected sex, dubcon, ditzy!virgin!Reader, creampies, manipulation, pseudo incest, big brother/little sister kink, natsuo being a perv)

Coming Home (Natsuo X Sister!Reader; tw incest- though it doesn’t get explicit, manipulation, drinking)

Tomura Shigaraki

damage per second (Shigaraki x Reader; tags/warning: asshole shiggy, blowjobs, shitty boyfriends and shitty relationships )

Giran

Giving in, Coming Back (Giran x Reader; daddy kink, finger sucking, grinding, smoking)

Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fatgum

Good girl this year (Fatgum x Reader; public fingering, oral, unprotected sex, Lite daddy kink, praise, size kink)

Chisaki Kai/Overhaul

Lucky (Chisaki x Sister!Reader; tw incest, a bit of angst, drinking, mentions of blood) Lucky, pt 2 (Chisaki x Sister!Reader; tw incest, fear, humiliation, Nemoto being an Asshole, kind of angst i guess)

Shinso Hitoshi

High in the clouds with you (Shinso Hitoshi x Reader; tw drugs (weed); established relationship, stoner gf and overworked bf; oral; deepthroating; spit kink; it’s a really messy blowjob; a touch of somft)

Sero Hanta

get you high, get you low (Sero x Reader; tw drugs, tw nonconsensual filming + sharing, masturbation, scumbag!Sero; tw dubcon/noncon (mention), spitting on the puthy, established relationship)

Bakugou Katsuki

slap on the wrist (senpai that’s not my wrist) (Bakugou x Sidekick!Reader; tw dubcon, spanking, humiliation) wc: 1k

#masterlist #rooni's shit

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yandere-daydreams · 3 years

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Out of curiosity if you don’t mind, how far are you in Genshin? Have you met any of the characters in liyue yet? Like Childe or Zhongli, etc.

btw. have you seen/met albedo?? He’s so pretty 🥺

I just finished the prologue and I refuse to move forward with the main story until I tie up Every Loose End I could plausibly find, and the Cryo Regisvine has kicked my ass twenty-three times and counting, but,,, Albedo is kinda pretty, though 👉👈

tw - delusional mindsets, drug use, threats of violence, slight infantalization, isolation.

I think he’d the be worst obsessive, in Genshin, at least. He seems persistent, like that, needy and absolutely touch-starved, but too distant from anyone he’d consider himself close with to ever openly ask for affection, let alone the relationship it’d be impossible not to want, all alone up there in the mountains. It’s only natural that, when he finds someone who makes him smile, when he finally latches onto the rookie knight who never shies away from his experiments or the nomadic adventurer who always remembers which components he’s short on, when you visit his camp. It’s subtle, for the most part. He’ll make healing potions when you’re injured, let you sit next to one of his fires to fight off the chill, and if you’re really lucky, he might actually listen when you speak. It’s subtle, but it’s not subtle for him. Maybe if you were a little less naive, you’d see how cold he is to everyone else, and how warm he’s trying to be to you.

He doesn’t want to force anything onto you, not if he can avoid it, but... he’d be lying if he said he’d never given you a stern shove in the right direction - towards him. It’s nothing dangerous, not by his standards. Just a wrong ingredient here, a misplaced label there, a controlled explosion just big enough to put you out of commission until someone else goes on that risky quest you were thinking about accepting without him. He tries to be nice about it, kissing over your injuries, making sure you’re comfortable, slipping something into your tea to keep the pain suppressed and your mind useless, while he takes care of you. He’ll admit, it’s not the most honorable method, but you’ve never pushed him away, and for all his logic and scrutiny, he can’t seem to find a reason to believe you ever would. He enjoys his time with you, after all, just as you enjoy your time with him. And, if you don’t, he’ll just make something to let you forget why you didn’t.

It’s the least he could do, to keep his closest companion by his side.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompts #yandere theory #yandere albedo #yandere genshin impact

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seiyasabi · 3 years

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Beta

(This is a Yandere Alpha N’Doul x Beta Female Reader! I hope you guys enjoy this :))

TW: !Noncon/Dubcon!, no stand au, sexual harassment (from the big man himself, Dio), mentions of disability(blindness)!, mentions of organised crime!, mentions of violence!, !knotting!, breeding kink!, you have no rights even as a Beta :((, !Alpha kink, !slight scent kink, !slight body horror at the end but nothing explicit!, etc..)

When you accepted the role as a caregiver, you assumed that the man you were going to watch after was normal. After all, the man was rumoured to have a trust fund, and you assumed that he was rich from old money.

How wrong you had been.

How would you have known that the man you’re helping is in one of the most feared mafia’s in the world?

You’d found this out by accident. He’d asked you to bring an expensive wine for him and a ‘friend,’ but when you walked in, you saw his ‘friend’ sprawled out on the floor, dead. That’s when he used his ‘Alpha Voice’ on you for the first time. He demanded you move into his estate, because he couldn’t risk you being a snitch.

The ultimatum was to move in, or die, and by God, you weren’t going to die.

“If you weren’t a Beta, I’d have stolen you away a long time ago,” Your hands shake slightly when you pour an expensive scotch into the blond Alpha’s cup. You’d always been sensitive to an Alpha’s scent or words, and this man’s smell is overwhelming.

“Thank you, Mister Brando, but I’m sure my boss wouldn’t like that,” You chuckle nervously, as you swiftly move away from his large form. Taking a small glance towards N’Doul, you see an impassive look on his well-sculpted face. He’s used to his boss’ crude words towards you, but the annoyed pheromone in his scent is very apparent.

“Of course he wouldn’t, you’re one of the few useful servants here,” He swishes the amber liquid around in his cup, the ice clinking against the glass making you flinch, “But, I have a proposition for you that I know you can’t refuse; you smell very… enchanting for a mere Beta. This is a known fact. The only differences between you and an Omega is that you’re level-headed and less annoying. That means that you’ll make a very good mate for one of my most trusted men,” By this time, you’d made your way to your boss, and were in the middle of pouring him a glass of a strong smelling bourbon. The blond Alpha’s words make your blood run cold, and you quickly stop pouring N’Doul his drink in fear of your shaking causing a spill. Dio’s golden eyes flash in amusement, “Why do you seem so surprised, Beta? You’ve been faithful to us for quite some time now, and I believe you deserve some comfort. If you marry him, you’ll live a lavish life. The only thing you must do for us, besides giving us unwavering loyalty, is bear him many children. The mafia needs a future generation, after all.”

You gasp in disbelief, your free hand covering your gawking mouth. He can’t be serious. You weren’t born into a mafia family, you weren’t rich, you aren’t good on the field, etc., why would he want you to marry one of his high ranking men?

“I, uhm, I’m flattered that you’d offer me such an amazing, uhm, opportunity, but I don’t think I can up and leave my boss. I’ve helped him for about two years, so it might not be very good for him-” N’Doul suddenly grabs your right wrist, scaring you half to death. You almost drop the bourbon bottle in your left hand, but luckily regain your hold on it.

“She’s right, Master Dio, I still need her assistance in my manor. She helps me write my paperwork, reads off important messages, and assists with many other equally as important tasks. It would be quite hard for me to find someone who is as trusted and reliable as she is,” He slowly releases his hold on you, gently squeezing your right hand’s fingers. You shift uncomfortably on your feet, Dio looks positively pleased with himself, while your boss looks in his general direction with an unamused expression.

“Are you both sure that you want to miss out on this opportunity? I didn’t even say the Alpha’s name yet,” The both of you vehemently nod, you because you don’t want to marry some rando to become a baby factory, and your boss because he can’t bear the thought of you being mated to someone else. “I see, what a shame. I was actually going to offer her to you, N’Doul, but I guess she can continue to be your servant if you want,” The dark haired Alpha’s scent turns sour, making you gulp in both fear and confusion.

“Master Dio, what are you implying?”

“You want to marry her, don't you? Your sweet Beta always takes care of you, she’s willing to do anything to make you comfortable,” Oh God, Dio thinks you’re in love with your boss, “And don’t think I haven’t noticed the change of your scent when she walks into the room, or how you treat her so kindly. The N’Doul I know wouldn’t have hesitated to kill someone if they found out his secret, yet you spared her without a second thought. It seems that the both of you have found your match,” He throws his drink back, finishing it with a single swig, “But, if you still don’t wish to marry, I understand-”

“Please don’t play with my feelings,” Your boss stands to his feet, his scent now overwhelmingly angry, “Of course I’d want to marry her, is that really a question you must ask?” Dio smirks at his uncharacteristic anger.

“Oh, is that so? Then I suppose I will allow it,” He stands to his feet as well, easily towering over the both of you, “Now that that’s settled-”

“Wait! I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but don’t I get a say in this?” N’Doul, who is closest to you, tries to reach out for you again, but you easily dodge his hand, “I’m sorry Master N’Doul, but I don’t want to marry you. I also don’t want any children, and I don’t want any direct involvement with the mafia. I’m fine helping you out around the house and doing my job, but I don’t want anything besides a professional relationship,” It’s quiet for a long moment, a look of hurt flashing over your boss’ face, along with an upset smell permeating the room, before Dio begins to laugh.

“Oh my, it’s so adorable that you think you have a choice. Did you forget that even though you’re not an Omega, the law still views you as lesser to an Alpha? For once, we’d be following the law in making you submit to your Alpha,” The blond rounds the left side of the table, heading straight towards you. In a panic, you try to move to your right to round the table and run for the door, but you run into your boss.

Instead of being thrown off kilter like usual, he stands firm. His arms wrap around your middle, forcing you up against him. You think that he’s surprisingly well built for a man who needs your help 24/7, and that’s when you realise that you’re just a cover. The police know that you work for him, and whenever they’ve questioned you, you’ve always said the same thing; he has no sense of balance, he needs your help to get around the house, etc.. But, looking at the situation at hand, it’s clear that he’s never needed you for anything besides his mafia paperwork.

“I think she’s figured it out N’Doul,” The scary Alpha is now before you, staring down at you with a shit-eating grin, “Though, that doesn’t matter. What matters now is that you listen to me well,” Oh no, “You’re going to marry him, whether you want to or not. You will give him as many pups as he wants, or else you’ll be punished. If you try to escape, you will be punished. Do you understand me?” He’s used his Alpha voice on you. Normally this wouldn’t phase a Beta, but you were no normal Beta.

Against your better judgement, you nod, saying a very forced, “Yes, Alpha,”

“Good. His rut will begin in a few days. When that happens, you will service him as an Omega would. I will give you some heat inducing pills, and you will take them the moment his rut begins,” You stare at the ground with a frown, and nod.

“Okay… but how will they work? I’m not an Omega-” N’Doul’s hold tightens around your ribs exponentially, making you wheeze.

“Don’t act too rash,” He scolds the dark haired Alpha, “That’s an excellent question, Beta,” You flinch at his words, and freeze in fear when he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him, “There are many drugs on the market that can trigger a reaction from your kind. Many Alphas find it fun to break a Beta down into a gushing, cock or pussy hungry whore. You, my dear, are going to be my dear friends’ mate, which means you need to be ready for a long and hard week. If you aren’t you’ll surely die of exhaustion,” N’Doul growls at that, causing Dio to shush him softly, “So, to stop that, you’re going to go into heat as well. It’s as simple as that.”

His words are calming ones, trying to lull you into a false sense of security. But, you know better. You know that both men can kill you easily, you know that your boss could give you up, ending with you becoming a sex slave. So, to save your own skin, you give in.

“Okay. I understand.”

The next few days are a whirlwind of emotion. Because his cover has now been blown, N’Doul refuses your help with any task besides paperwork. Turns out, he’s very high functioning, and he is able to count his steps to-and-fro, and is also able to do things like cooking without your help.

Ever since that day with Dio, he’s been trying to make it up to you. He’ll make you your favourite food, dress you in pretty dresses, help you shower, etc.. It’s honestly suffocating, but whenever you try to distance yourself, one of his few servants will detain you, only to return you back to the patient Alpha.

The day before his scheduled rut, one of the female servants took it upon herself to wax your entire body. Unfortunately for you, she’s a very old fashioned Alpha, and she had no qualms in using her Alpha voice against you. So, she sat you down on the edge of a large jacuzzi like bath tub, and went to town. When your soon to be mate called for you, it’d taken all of your power to walk down the stairs without falling flat on your face. He’d known something was wrong, because your smell wasn’t as lovely as usual, and the way you walked sounded completely different than normal. You didn’t bother lying to him, and to say he was pissed was an understatement.

A low growl draws you from your thoughts, along with the heavy smell of arousal trailing from N’Doul’s quarters. Sighing in dread, you head towards your dresser, grabbing the pills Dio gave you from a small unused jewelry box. Chucking them into your mouth, you unscrew the cap of your water bottle and take a large swig, swallowing down the aphrodisiac you are forced to take.

Shuffling towards your door, you hear the male’s groaning grow loader. Is he outside your door? Grabbing the cool doorknob, you practically throw the door open, expecting to see him kneeling outside. When the hallway is exposed, there’s no one there. Sticking your head outside, you check to see if he was farther down the hall. Nope. It’s empty.

You see his room a few doors down, and realise he’s just that noisy.

Straightening your posture and taking a deep breath, you trudge towards his abode. Knocking lightly on the door, you call out to him, “A-are you okay in there?” All noises cease, leaving you in suspense. Putting your ear against the door, you try to listen in to see if he dropped dead or if he was walking towards the door. You hear nothing, and prepare to pull away, only for the door to open, making you fall forward. Two warm arms catch you with a quickness, before you’re dragged into the dark room, and tossed onto a very comfortable bed.

You bounce once you hit the mattress, only to be pinned down in an instant. He noses your throat, ghosting over your scent glands. His tongue laps at your neck greedily, trying to taste your skin on his tongue. N’Doul’s large, Rough hands grope at the fat of your hips, trailing up to your breasts. He seems to be trying to get a reaction out of you, but all you do is cringe.

The pills haven’t fully kicked in yet, so you’re very uncomfortable under the rough treatment the Alpha is giving you. Noticing this, he growls in annoyance, “Don’t act shy, Darling. I’ll make you feel good if you make me feel good,” Did he truly mistake your discomfort for timidity?

“I, uhm,” He silences you with a heated kiss, both of your spit mixing together, much to your disgust. His fingers pull and prod at your blouse covered nipples, twisting slightly to elicit a reaction. A gasp leaves your lips, as you try to remove his hands. The medicine was slowly, but surely starting to work, making your breasts more sensitive than usual.

He grips the material of your shirt with two fingers, a small snarl coming from his lips, “I want this off. If you want to keep it, you better strip fast,” You practically throw your shirt over your head, moving as fast as you can. Your best friend had given you his shirt years ago, and you’ve used it as a sleep shirt ever since.

A small smile decorates his harsh features, as he is finally able to feel your skin against his. He squeezes your breasts, loving the feeling of your fat between your fingers. You try not to look, hoping to zone out the entire session, but the rapid heat appearing in your tummy is making it very hard to do so.

“I can’t wait until these are filled with milk, your Alpha might have to have a taste for himself,” A gasp leaves your lips at his erotic words, especially when his lips connect with your right nipple. He suckles on it like a child, whilst toying with the hem of your panties. With one swift movement, he shucks them down your legs without separating from your chest.

A loud moan escapes your throat, as he starts to toy with your puffy pussy. The waxing from the night before makes you more sensitive than normal, eliciting all the right reactions. He removes himself from your chest, bringing your panties to his nose, breathing in your slick.

“Such a yummy and cute little Beta, no wonder everyone everyone confuses you for an Omega,” He licks the seat of your panties, practically cumming in his drawers at your taste, “Fuck, you even taste fertile. Does your little womb want my cum, Darling? Want me to pump a cute baby into you?” His words send another wave of heat to your core, causing your slit to gush out your arousal.

“Yes, yes please! Please fill me up!” He smirks at your neediness, and he shoves your legs apart. The smell of your arousal permeates the room, causing the large man to choke on his own spit.

“Oh my, your pussy smells so good,” N’Doul practically dives between your legs, sniffing at your dripping pussy. Your hands reach down and grip at his black locks, practically begging him to eat you out.

“Please lick my pussy! I was to take your knot,” He starts to kitten lick at your clit, causing tour hips to buck into his face, smearing your arousal over his chin and nose. He moans, loving the thought of everyone knowing that he belongs to you.

“Such a Good Girl, in no Time, we’ll have a cute pup running around. Then I’ll fuck another one into you, giving them a sibling to hang out with,” You keen at his words, especially when he inserts two fingers into you at once. He scissors them at a fast pace, sucking on your clit harshly. Your cunt gushes in your first orgasm, making your back arch and a scream leave your lips, “What a good Darling, loosen up so I can fuck you full.”

He adds two more into your cunt, your pussy sucking his fingers with an iron grip. His hips rut into the mattress below, as he brings you to a second release.

“I’m gonna stuff you full, keep you locked on my knot. My Darling Beta, my cute cumslut,” he withdraws his hand from your heat, making you whine. But, he’s quick to shut you up with another heated kiss. Pushing your knees back, he puts you into a mating press. With one hand he keeps you in that position, and the other pushes his drawers off of his hips, kicking them off onto the floor.

Lining his tip to your slick hole, he dips it in, testing the waters. When he feels your ring of muscle practically pulling you in, he can’t help but slam his entire length into you, causing you to scream out in both pleasure and pain. His tip rams into your cervix harshly, trying to access your deepest point.

He doesn’t give you time to adjust, and starts to roughly fuck into you. His heavy balls slap against your ass in a rhythmic fashion, whilst he forced your knees by your head.

“Fuck, your sloppy cunt is taking me so well. I love the way you gush around my cock,” You can’t say anything, too overwhelmed with pleasure. Your mouth falls open, eyes rolling back into your head. Pathetic moans rattle your chest, as he smashes himself as close as he can to you, “Don’t worry, Beta, your Alpha will fill you up nicely. I’ll make you round with my baby, I’ll give you pretty milky tits, and I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life!”

He picks up his pace, trying to draw out more noises and slick to help him force his way in. His knot is quickly forming at the base of his cock, and it pulls almost painfully at the opening of your slit.

“A-Alpha, I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum!” He smiles at your admission, starting to force his knot inside.

“Good Beta, cum around your Alpha’s knot,” N’Doul forces his entire weight onto you, bucking his hips even harsher than before.

His knot catches on your opening one more time, before breaching your drooling cunt. He ruts into you for a few moments longer, before his knot hardens fully, breaching the opening of your womb, locking himself inside of you.

The feeling of him knotting you causes you to squirt, your release just barely slipping past your stuffed opening, painting his abs with your cum. He forces his mouth onto yours, as his seed pumps into you in thick spurts. He fills you up so much, that you feel bloated, your tummy poking out a little bit more than normal. N’Doul Real esse your legs, letting you settle into a comfortable position, his warm hand lays on your stuffed womb.

“My beautiful mate, I’m so happy you accepted me. We’ll have the best pups, I’ll make sure none of you want for anything. Fuck, why’re you squeezing me so harshly?”

You whine in both pain and pleasure, laying your forearm across your eyes, “I think I need to go to the hospital. Betas aren't meant to take knots, and you’re currently deep in my womb,” He scrambles to pull himself out, only to yank on your womb harshly, making a small scream of pain escape your lips, and tears dot your eyes, “No! No! Not right now, oh god, that hurts so bad!”

His moment of post nut clarity, brings him to kiss your face with multiple tender kisses.

“It’s okay, Darling, we’ll patch you up soon. Maybe Dio will have a drug to make this less painful for you.”

You stare up at the ceiling with dread, the pills he gave you makes you feel good, yes, but the pain of no longer having freedom and a knotted cock in your womb is enough to make you sick.

Hopefully your kid will be cute. Because, if not, you don’t know what you’ll do.

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ii. come with me, destroy the masses.

tw (general): graphic descriptions of blood, gore, sexual content, violence, homicide, physical torture, psychological torture, rape, dubcon, drugs, overdosing, suicide, cannibalism (brief desc/mention), knife play, wax play, dacryphilia, sadism, masochism, bdsm, corsetry, human trafficking, drug trafficking, oral fixation, thigh kink, stocking fetish, food play (and more to be named.) tw (this chapter): stabbing with knitting needles, mention of oral sex, mentions of displaying heads upon mantles, blood, gore, etc.

“MAMA, YOU LOOK like you were drowned in a river and left to dry out in the sun,” were the first words that Akamine Jun’ichi said to you when you exited the prison facility with a grace only you could have afforded. He was dressed to impress in a two piece suit, the back panels hanging a few inches lower than normal and fluttering in the slight breeze. His hair, dyed to such a blue fluorescence that it was almost too bright, had been grown long, longer than you had seen him last, and now framed his face in feathery layers with the rest tied to the top of his head in a messy knot that was almost stylish. The hair pin he’d shoved through it was just a little bit too ostentatious, but he wouldn’t be Jun’ichi if he wasn’t the least bit over extravagant. You observed him with an amused half-smile upon your lips, eyes darting down to the gold rimming the seams of his expensive dress shoes and the gold plated spikes embedded in the back heel. “Ah, or should I have said your beauty has not faded a day since you went in?”

“Oh, you know I hate dishonesty,” you tutted, reaching up and patting his cheek condescendingly. He leaned into it slightly and you smiled knowingly, withdrawing your hand before a crimson blush could make its way up his cheeks and fluster him. Where Nao was like your child, Jun’ichi was your doting husband, always quick to defend you and flourish at your side—you could always count on him to have your best interests at heart. While easily flustered by any smidgen of affection you gave him, he was quick to recover, clearing his throat and giving your mundane sweatpants and shirt a cursory once over. You sighed and lamented,”They burned my clothes when they were done using them as evidence. That was an expensive pair of Louboutins I lost; I’d rather like another pair of them.”

“As you wish.” Jun’ichi bowed slightly at the waist, almost mockingly, but you adored him for his candor. He plucked a new cell phone from his coat pocket and handed it to you with a flourish. When you raised a fairly bushy and unplucked eyebrow, he said, carefully,“Your last phone was… a bit outdated, [Name]-sama.”

You scowled at the dark screen of the Samsung. Technology had advanced while you were rotting away in a cell block, that was for certain. A quick press of a short button on the side sent you to a home screen; from there it was easy enough to figure it out, though you didn’t like change. You much preferred your flip phones and old burners compared to the pricey piece of technology in your hand; it was fragile and felt like it could break easily. You examined the lavender casing on the back and the three cameras in the top left corner, eyes narrowing in displeasure.

“Fine.” Tucking it away into the waistband of your pants, as there were no pockets to be had, you fixed him with an irritated stare. “But we need to make several stops before I’ll feel like myself again. You haven’t emptied the coffers while I was away, have you?”

Jun’ichi laughed lightly. “No, I merely filled them. You may take a look at your account on your phone if you like.”

When you glowered at him at the mention of the phone, he looked away.

“Perhaps not,” he mumbled, as an afterthought. In an effort to draw your attention away from the shiny new toy he had bought you, he said,”So, to the salon? Your hair looks very unhealthy.”

“No, the seamstress.” You reached up and plucked the collar of your cotton and polyester t-shirt with a grimace. It was cheaply made and something you wouldn’t have been caught dead in if you had a choice; you much preferred silks and pure cotton and the comfort of a nicely pressed pantsuit or jumpsuit. “Mixed fabrics make me itch.”

“Of course.” He gestured for a car idling at the curb of the police station. You watched the sleek black Lincoln pull out and begin to drive towards you, your eyes flicking over the shiny new finish and the dealership plates still screwed into the front plate. The driver was unrecognizable to you, with his hair buzzed short and a plain black suit to match his unassuming appearance. He wore sunglasses as well and you attempted to peer past them, but found it worthless to do so. You trusted Jun’ichi to vet the staff properly, and if he didn’t, you would have his head—whether it was between your legs or on your mantle was his decision to make. He was lovely at apologies, but you weren’t in the mood to deal with another betrayal—Nao’s already stung quite considerably and your temper would flare if you had another. You hoped his teeth were sitting on your desk, waiting for you to admire them: the gold caps had been quite nice and you were debating having the diamonds embedded in a dog collar so you could leash it around his throat and walk him around in public and within your manor just to humiliate him a little more. He hadn’t cried when you had pulled out his teeth, but maybe he would at the thought of public humiliation. He always was sensitive to his image.

Your parents would be so disappointed that you forewent the traditional Yakuza punishments. It was a pity they were too dead to see the empire you had built from their ashes.

“Did Nao return to the manor?” You inquired as Jun’ichi opened the door for you politely. He hummed in an indication for you to elaborate, hand pausing on the door and the other held aloft to help you into the cabin. “Did he put his teeth on my desk like I asked him to?”

“Ah.” Your advisor grimaced, as if imagining the pain his subordinate had gone through himself. He was always the sympathetic one, even if you forbid him from doing anything to help the people you punished. “Yes, he did. By the cup of red pens, I believe.”

With a curt nod of satisfaction, you stepped into the cabin and allowed the door to shut behind you. It was a luxurious car, of that you were certain, the leather soft and buttery and surprisingly real. Faux leather was disappointingly common in most cars you had purchased, even from luxury dealers like Mercedes and Lamborghini. You ran a finger down the seam of stitching on a corner, watching the flesh of your thumb catch on them as you went. You ignored the bustling city in favor of examining the car, uninterested in the changes that had occurred in the time you had been incarcerated. You were eager to return to your throne and get back to work; after all, no one ran the underworld quite as well as you did. You trusted Jun’Ichi to keep things stable, but he was soft and malleable, a trait you should have beaten out of him years ago; but you had needed that softness during that time in your life, and while it wasn’t a regret, it was a mistake you acknowledged with your heart.

You pulled your new phone out of your waistband with a tired sigh. You felt you could do with a few hours of sleep in a proper bed with satin sheets and a weighted duvet, but there was work to be done that couldn’t wait a second longer. Ten years was too long to be out of the game. You had meddled in affairs, of course, but you had never been able to get to the full extent of your former power while you were trapped in that prison. Now that you were free, there would be several people who would pay dearly for what they had done to you—but first, you had to lay low. Your release had been a secret thanks to hush money paid to several media outlets and cops, of which you had no doubt paid a small fortune for. You didn’t want rats scattering back into their hidey holes and popping back out to be menaces when you least expected it.

Before you could explore the features of your sparkling new touch screen phone, a call came through. The contact icon was blank and only displayed a gradient of color, but you recognized the number typed into the contact name well enough.

“Swipe right to answer it,” Jun’ichi offered helpfully.

You frowned and did as he said, holding the phone up to your ear and hoping you didn’t accidentally press something wrong. You were rewarded with an excited yell on the other line.

“Lǎo bǎn niáng!” You pressed your lips together at the term but did nothing to correct it. “You’re out of prison! I was wondering when you would finally get out; I’ve missed you over the years.”

You could practically hear the pout in Huang Jinhai’s voice when he spoke. The man was over fifty years old, yet he still acted as if he was a sulky teenager, which wasn’t much of a change since the last time you had spoken to him. The prison didn’t allow you to collect calls from China, citing you were a ‘risk’, so you never spoke to him as often as you got to with your own syndicate, which wasn’t often at all. “Shū fù, you know as well as I do that they would never allow me to call you. It is nice to hear your voice, though.”

Jun’ichi caught your eye in the rearview mirror. You scowled at him and jerked your head to indicate he should look forward and away from you.

“Ah, I can hear the lie in your voice even over the phone.” You repressed a sigh at the sniffle you heard over the line, turning your head and knocking it against the window. “But that’s an issue for another day. I had a gift sent to your manor house when your lieutenant told me you would be released—I think you’ll love it when you see it.”

A flash of color caught your eye. You turned to look out the window, holding the phone slightly askew from your face. “You know I don’t like surprises.”

“But you’ll like this one, I think.” He laughed. “Knowing how you are, you’re eager to get back to work, so I’ll let you go.”

You hung up before he could take you on another tangent. While you loved your uncle, he could be a bit much, even for you at times. The fact that he had somehow gotten a ‘surprise’ into your manor was interesting, however; his last surprise had been a very crude rendition of a Jackson Pollock painting, however it had been all over your bedroom and in blood and various entrails you weren’t keen on identifying at the time. He was never one to do things in halves, your uncle, so whatever surprise he had gotten you was doubtless something to be wary of.

By the time you had thought through all of the possible things he could have done to your home, you had arrived at the seamstress’ home. It was a small thing nestled between family owned bars and shops catered to foreigners, and in a shady enough area as well. There were thugs crawling around every corner, some from syndicates you knew and some that you did not—several hosted fairly visible tattoos of panthers on their arms, exposed by short sleeved shirts and wife beaters that looked to have seen better days. While they weren’t clean, per se, they appeared well taken care of and the stains on their shirts were old blood or sake stains. Their shoes denoted a fairly well off syndicate as well, cleaner and fancier than their clothes; their jewelry as well, the same panther motif hanging from gold or silver chains or even studs in their ears.

“I see you’ve let interlopers into our midst,” you noted quietly. Your fingers began tapping a rhythm on the window button, counting each panther you saw on the street. You could see Jun’ichi stiffen in the front seat, leather creaking under the sudden shift in weight. The driver paid no mind to it and waited for you to either step out of the car or deal with Jun’ichi while he still sat in the front seat, in the perfect position for you to rip the drawstring from your pants and slide it around his throat and choke him with it. Sliding your fingers off of the button and to your phone, you idly checked the time and glanced at the driver, still silent. “Your failure will not go unpunished. For now, I think, I don’t want to keep the seamstress waiting.”

You leaned forward and snatched the sunglasses off of the driver’s face. You saw his eyelashes flutter in surprise as you were setting them upon your own nose, hooking them behind your ears. When you were satisfied with how you appeared, you stepped out of the car. You didn’t wait for Jun’ichi to follow you; you didn’t trust yourself not to force him to his knees and beat him with his own belt buckle for his indiscretion. There were too many panthers roaming the streets for your taste; they likely reported to someone within the area and your low profile would be blown far too soon.

The inside of the seamstress’ home was quaint and humble. Littered with silks and numerous fabrics, it was a mess of chaotic order, and there were several needles within grabbing distance with enough length to puncture through someone’s eye and into their skull. You picked one up as Jun’ichi squeezed through the door behind you, pressing the sharp tip to your finger and watching a bead of blood well up from the slightest pressure. Other than Jun’ichi’s breathing and your contemplative hum, the house was quiet besides the settling of the wooden support beams and rustling of fabric from somewhere deeper within.

“So the Monster of Tokyo returns,” a wizened, cracked voice sussured. Nestled in the darkest of corners and between large bolts of fabric, Fushimi Chinatsu looked up from her complex knitting pattern with a smile and the corners of her eyes crinkling. Her needles snapped together with a metallic clack, the yarn discarded into a small basket hidden near her feet. She stood slowly, the sound of her bones protesting the only other audible noise in the room, her spine bowed and her neck hunched. She wore a humble outfit of a skirt and a modern graphic t-shirt that was slightly too-large to accommodate the scoliosis in her spine, looking entirely out of place among the yards of silk and lace. Other than her dark, beady eyes and silver hair, Chinatsu was every bit the grizzled ex-Oyabun that you recalled her being. As she drew closer into the light of the windows facing the road, a tattoo of a spiraling dragon and white koi came into view, once hidden by the shadows. “I wondered when you would finally one-up those dicks playing law and order.”

“Fushimi-sama,” you greeted her cordially, the smallest of smiles on your face. “It’s good to see you.”

She laughed, an inhuman cackle that had the hairs on your arms and neck standing on end. “And it’s good to see I can still tell when you’re lying. Don’t worry, [Name]-chan, your secret is safe with me—I have a few more years in me before I hit the grave.”

“I’m surprised you’re still alive.” Slowly, you put the large needle back where it had been laying. Chinatsu watched your movements like a hawk, dark gaze following your hand as it moved away from the needles to pluck at samples of fabric lying beside it. “I would have thought you’d be dead by the time I got out.”

“By natural causes or by my brother-in-law?” She remarked snidely. When you gave her a loose shrug and a quick raise of your eyebrows, she snorted. “Either is likely at this point. But I don’t think you’re here to discuss my death, Akamine-sama, unless I’ve done something to slight you in the past?”

“No, you’re right.” You examined a sample embroidered with cranes and white lotuses; for a kimono, most likely, with the quality of the fabric. “I’m here for new suits. In the same style as usual, of course, and with payment in full.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Chinatsu was deceptively calm as she lifted a spool of crimson red thread and an equally as livid vermillion silk to compare, holding them up for your inspection. You didn’t miss the slight tremble of her hands as she did so. “I believe a red suit would be in style, no?”

“That would be perfect.” You picked the needle back up and twirled it across your knuckles and between your fingers. “But first, I need to take care of some business. You’ll understand, won’t you?”

You reached back and yanked Jun’ichi forward by his tie. Not expecting the sudden show of force, he fell to his knees, the wood groaning under his weight and the sudden movement. You barely detected the splintering of a singular board beneath his knee. His eyes went wide as you grasped his hands and placed them together in a mockery of prayer.

“Akamine-sama…” Chinatsu tutted. “Prison seems not to have blunted your blade.”

The needle punctured through Jun’ichi’s palms with one quick, precise thrust. There was a momentary pop as it broke through a joint and ligament in his palm. He didn’t scream—your men never screamed—but he did let out a strangled breath at the needle jutting out of his hands, pinning his palms together in front of his face. You had avoided anything purposefully crippling, but blood streamed down his wrists and disappeared into his suit sleeves regardless.

After a moment of consideration, you patted his cheek mockingly and turned your back on him. Then, you turned and pointed to the steadily growing puddle of blood between his knees and underneath his hands, giving Chinatsu an inquiring look.

“Can I get that shade of red?”

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