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rootedinrevisions · 2 days ago

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Summary: Jake’s world is turned upside down when he learns that the woman he once loved is getting married to someone else. Struggling with the weight of his past mistakes and the emotional fallout of their breakup, Jake is deployed on a mission that nearly costs him his life. What happens when he returns home to recover from his injuries and comes face to face with her?

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (No Use of Y/n)

Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Religious References, Violence related to military action and combat, Combat Related Injury, Mentions of near death experiences, Discussions of emotional and physical pain, PTSD like themes, Possible triggers related to medical and emergency situations.

Word Count: 6,664

A/N: So it's been a little bit since I posted anything. But here is a little something I've been working on for a few days. Hope you guys enjoy xx

**Flashbacks ared indicated by italics**

Jake shifted the phone to his other ear, stretching his legs out on the hard, thin standard issue mattress that the Navy offered in the barracks. The air conditioning unit rattled in the background, barely cutting through the Southern California heat.

It was late, and he was tired. But he knew he couldn’t miss his usual Sunday night call with his mom. No matter where the Navy sent him, Mama Seresin always expected him to check in.

“Your dad finally fixed the fence,” his mom was saying. “After I reminded him for the hundredth time.”

Jake smirked, rubbing a hand over his face. “Took him long enough.”

“That’s what I said, honey! But you know how he is. Stubborn as a mule.”

“Guess I know where I get it from, then.”

His mom scoffed. “Oh honey, that’s all from your daddy’s side.”

Jake chuckled, the familiar back and forth easing some of the tension in his chest. These calls were a tether to home. Something steady in a life that seemed to never stop moving.

But then his mom’s tone shifted, just slightly. “Oh, did you see the picture of the paper? Your sister said she was going to send it to you.”

Jake frowned. “What paper?”

“The Gazette. They had an engagement announcement in last week’s edition.”

He didn’t think much of it at first, just let her words settle in the background as he reached for the beer on the nightstand.

And then she said your name.

Jake’s fingers froze around the bottle. His heart punched once, hard, against his ribs.

“She’s getting married next month. Can you believe it?”

His throat suddenly felt tight and dry. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice even. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. Big wedding from what I hear. Out at that fancy vineyard in Hill Country. Her mama must be over the moon.”

Jake could only nod, even though she couldn’t see him.

You. Married.

He should’ve expected it. It had been years since he’d last seen you, since he’d walked away and let you go. But still, something about it didn’t sit right.

“Anyway, I always thought you two would end up together,” his mom added casually. Like she hadn’t just knocked the wind out of him. “Guess life had other plans.”

Jake let out a breath through his nose, gripping the bottle tighter. “Yeah. Guess so.”

A silence stretched between them, heavy with everything he didn’t say.

“Jake?” His mom’s voice softened. “You okay, sweetie?”

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure, honey?” his mom pressed. “You sound—”

“I’m good, Ma,” he cut in, his voice rougher than he meant it to be. He ran a hand over his face. “Just tired. Long day.”

His mom didn’t push, but he could hear the doubt in the way she sighed. “Alright, well, get some rest. And call me next Sunday, you hear?”

“Yeah. Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

The call ended with a soft click, but the silence it left behind was anything but peaceful.

Jake let the phone rest against his chest for a second, staring up at the ceiling. The AC hummed steady but weak, barely making a dent in the sticky air.

He shut his eyes. Tried to push the thought of you out of his head. Tried to forget the way your name had felt like a punch to the ribs. Tried not to picture you in a white dress, smiling at some other man.

Jake sat up abruptly, cursing under his breath. He ran a hand through his hair, restless. His pulse was too loud, his thoughts running too fast.

He told himself to leave it alone. To let it go, the way he had years ago.

But his fingers moved before he could stop them, unlocking his phone and pulling up his photos. He scrolled fast, past images of deployments, blurry bar nights, old squadmates.

Until he sees it. A picture of you.

The two of you, tangled together on the dock that summer. Your legs draped over his, your head tipped back in laughter. The setting sun had turned your skin golden, your hair wind-tousled and perfect. He remembered the exact moment he took the photo.

“You’re staring,” you’d teased, nudging his arm.

“Maybe,” he’d admitted, grinning. “Can you blame me?”

Jake swallowed hard. His thumb hovered over the screen. He should put the phone down. Delete the photos. Move on.

But instead, his mind pulled him under. Back to that summer. Back to you. Back to the moment everything changed.

Jake kept scrolling. Past the dock. Past the bonfires. Past the blurry, stolen moments that still felt too sharp.

And then he stopped. The picture filled his screen, pulling the air straight from his lungs.

You, standing in the middle of the river, the water lapping at your thighs. Your arms stretched out, face tipped to the sun, eyes closed like you could soak in the warmth forever. That stupid blue swimsuit he used to tease you about, the one you insisted was your favorite.

He could still hear your laugh from that day.

Could still feel the moment everything changed.

“You coming in, or what?” you called, twisting toward him, your hair dripping down your back.

Jake sat on the riverbank, forearms resting on his knees, watching you wade deeper into the water. “I don’t know. You sure it’s not freezing?”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s Texas in July, dumbass.”

Still he didn’t move. Just sat there, watching the sunlight catch in your hair, the way the water curved around your legs.

You sighed, dramatically, and turned to face him fully. “Okay, fine. I’ll come to you.”

Before he could react, you lunged forward, hands cutting through the water, sending a wave straight at him.

“Damn it—”

It was too late. Cold water splashed over his legs, soaking the edge of his shorts.

Your laugh was loud and reckless. “Guess it’s not that cold, huh?”

Jake shot to his feet. “Oh, you’re real funny.”

“I try,” you quipped, grinning as you stepped back, deeper into the river. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

He didn’t think—just moved. Sprinting forward, he hit the water fast, the shock of it stealing his breath, but he didn’t stop. You yelped, spinning to escape, but he caught you easily, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Jake. Don’t you dare—”

Too late.

He lifted you effortlessly, slinging you over his shoulder before spinning in a circle. You shrieked, kicking your legs, but he only laughed.

“Apologize,” he teased, tightening his grip.

“Never.”

“Suit yourself.”

And then he dropped you. You disappeared beneath the surface, the splash soaking him completely. He barely had a second to gloat before you popped up, hair plastered to your face, eyes blazing with mock outrage.

“Oh, it’s on,” you warned.

Before he could react, you launched yourself at him, pushing him under.

He surfaced a second later, shaking water from his face, only to find you already laughing.

You looked happy. You always looked happy, but today there was something different about it. About you.

Jake’s breath caught, something unfamiliar curling in his chest. He wanted to keep you like this. Wanted to see you like this every damn day.

And that’s when it hit him. Like a punch to the ribs.

He was falling for you. Maybe he already had.

Jake blinked, the memory dissolving like mist.

His chest ached, his grip tightening around the phone.

He should’ve told you. He should’ve said those three little words that summer.

But he never did. And now? Now you were marrying someone else.

Jake exhaled sharply and closed out of his photo album. Before he could think better of it, his fingers moved on instinct, opening his social media app and typing your name into the search bar.

The first picture hit him like a gut punch.

You standing in front of a wall of pastel balloons, champagne glass in hand. The caption read Bride to Be in swirly gold script, matching the sash draped over your shoulder. Someone had tagged you in the post a few weeks ago

Jake swallowed hard, his eyes dragging over the details.

The white dress clung to you in all the right ways. Your hair was curled soft around your face, your smile wide and effortless.

You looked happy. Really happy.

The sight of it made him sick.

His stomach twisted as he swiped through more photos. You, laughing with friends. You cutting into a cake shaped like a wedding dress. You leaning into your fiancé..

Jake’s jaw locked at the sight of the guy.

He looked…fine. Some clean cut, polished type. A little too put together. A little too perfect.

Your smiles with your fiance were poised and practiced. Pretty but forced. The kind of smile you put on when you knew a camera was on you. It was the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Jake scrolled back to one of your old pictures together. A blurry shot from a summer night. You were sitting beside him on the tailgate of his truck. Your head was thrown back in laughter. No perfect angles. No careful posing. Just you, caught mid laugh, so lost in the moment you didn’t care about the camera.

And maybe Jake was just torturing himself, but he swore you looked happier then. Happier with him.

He scrolled back up, staring at the image of you in white at the bridal shower. Maybe you smiled like that now. Maybe you convinced yourself this was what you wanted.

Jake exhaled sharply and shut off his phone, dropping it onto the bed beside him like it burned. But the image of you in white was already seared into his mind.

Marriage. It was what you always wanted. Hell, he wanted it too…just not as soon as you. He told himself he wasn’t ready. That he needed more time, that he had things to figure out, that forever could wait a little longer.

But you weren’t willing to wait for him to decide that he was ready. And now time was up.

His jaw clenched. He ran a hand over his face, dragging it down to his mouth as if that could stop the ache clawing at his chest.

He should be over this by now. You were.

He stared at the ceiling, willing himself not to care.

It had been a couple of years. He’d had his share of short lived relationships, other break ups. He went through the motions. First dates, good mornings, empty conversations that never quite filled the space you left behind. Some hurt for a while, some didn’t even register, most faded into nothing more than a name or a fleeting memory.

But yours? That breakup was different. It wasn’t just another failed relationship. Yours was the one that gutted him. The one that still sat heavy in his chest, refusing to be buried no matter how much time passed.

It was the only one that still got to him. He could barely remember the details of his other breakups. Who ended things first, the reasons why, the words exchanged. They were all just echoes of something that was never meant to last.

But you? He remembered everything.

"I love you, Jake. I love you so much, but I can’t keep waiting for you to decide if you want this...if you want me."

Your eyes had been glassy, your hands clenched into fists at your sides like you were holding yourself together by sheer will alone. He’d stood there, jaw tight, arms crossed, refusing to let himself break. Refusing to admit he was terrified.

"It’s not that simple," he had said, voice rough, exhausted from the same argument you’d been having for weeks.

"It is for me," you whispered, voice cracking. "I want a life with you. A future. A family. But if you don’t know if you want that with me, then I—" You sucked in a sharp breath. "Then I can’t do this anymore."

The way your fingers trembled as you slipped the key to his place onto the counter nearly undid him. It was such a small movement, so quiet, but it hit like a gunshot. Final. Permanent.

Even then, even when you turned to go, he could have stopped you. He could have said Wait. I love you. I want this. I want you. But his own stubborn silence kept him frozen, hands fisting at his sides as he watched you walk to the door.

And everything in him screamed that he should run after you.

But he didn’t. And that was the moment he lost you.

And now, years later, the weight of losing you hadn’t lessened. If anything, it pressed down harder, knowing you’d moved on while he was still stuck here trying to pretend he wasn’t.

Jake’s thumb hovered over the screen as he scrolled, then stopped. A picture of you with a guitar.

You were sitting on a blanket in the grass, laughing at something just outside the frame, fingers curled around the neck of the instrument like it was second nature. The sight of it pulled at something deep in his chest. And just like that, he was back there.

Back on your front porch that summer night.

The cicadas hummed in the background, a lazy breeze rolling through, carrying the scent of honeysuckle and warm earth. You sat cross legged on the old wooden swing, your guitar balanced on your lap, the porch light casting a soft glow over your face.

"Come on, Jake," you teased, strumming a few easy chords. "You know this one."

He grinned, leaning against the railing with a beer dangling from his fingers. "I know it, but I’m not singing it."

"Fine," you huffed dramatically, but there was a smile playing on your lips. "Guess I’ll just have to sing it for both of us."

Your voice, soft and sweet, wrapped around the melody, carrying the words into the warm night air. And Jake just watched you. The way your fingers danced effortlessly over the strings. The way your nose scrunched slightly when you hit the higher notes. The way your eyes flicked up to meet his like you were singing just for him.

And that was the moment.

That was the moment he knew, or at least thought he knew, that he was going to marry you.

It hit him so fast, so unexpectedly, that it nearly knocked the breath out of him. He’d never believed in fate or soulmates or any of that, but sitting there, listening to you play your song under the Texas sky, he’d never been so sure of anything in his life.

But that was a lifetime ago.

And now, that life the one he thought he’d have with you, belonged to someone else.

Tomorrow he was leaving for deployment. Another stretch of time spent oceans away, filling his days with routine and responsibility. Pushing everything else, everything going on in his personal life to the back of his mind.

That was usually the easy part. But this time?

This time, he wished you were here. He wished you were the one standing by giving him that last lingering hug before he boarded the plane. The one pressing a kiss to his lips and telling him to stay safe, to come home in one piece. You used to say it with a teasing smile, but he knew you meant it with every part of you.

And if he was being honest with himself, if he let himself sink into that dangerous, aching place in his chest, he wished you’d be the one waiting for him when he came home too.

But he knew better than that. By the time he came back, you’d be someone else’s. You’d moved on. You’d found what you needed with someone who didn’t keep you waiting for him to be ready.

And tomorrow, as he stood on the tarmac, duffel slung over his shoulder, staring out at the horizon before takeoff…he’d have to find a way to make peace with that.

* * * * *

The days leading up to the mission had felt like any other. Straightforward. Jake had been briefed, run the practice drills. He knew the routine, knew the threats, knew the risks. But he wasn’t worried. He’d been through this before. He was trained for moments like this. His crew made up of Phoenix and Bob had his back, and he trusted them.

It wasn’t a difficult mission. Two planes. Simple intel. Minor threat from enemy aircraft, but it wasn’t a serious risk. That’s what they had been told, and Jake believed it.

They took off that morning, the cool January air crisp as the planes cut through it. Jake was leading, flying in formation with Phoenix and Bob close behind. The adrenaline buzzed in his veins, but he kept it steady. They had their plan, and nothing was going to go wrong. Or so he thought.

The radio crackled in his ear, Phoenix's voice cutting through the static. "Enemy aircraft, five o’clock!"

Jake didn’t see them. Not at first. Everything was too smooth, too easy. But as Phoenix and Bob called it out, the world shifted. He glanced over his shoulder just as a shadow broke through the cloud cover.

Before he could react, there was a burst of red hot fire tearing through his right wing. The impact hit like a freight train, and then… everything went wrong. His plane jolted violently, and the warning lights flashed in his cockpit.

"Shit!" Jake muttered under his breath, fighting for control.

His heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the sky. Phoenix and Bob were calling over the radio shouting commands, but everything was a blur of panic and noise.

The next thing he knew, the plane was spiraling, falling. And then came the gut wrenching sound of metal meeting the surface as his plane hit the water.

It was cold, too cold.

His body hit the surface with an intensity that felt like concrete.

Pain exploded in his chest, knocking the wind out of him, the world spinning around him as his plane began to sank. He struggled to keep his head above water. The saltwater burned against his skin, but it was the cold that was most unforgiving.

His breath came in shallow gasps. He could barely keep his eyes open. The pain radiated through every nerve in his body, but his thoughts didn’t linger on the physical agony.

All he could think about was you.

Your face, your laugh, the way you smiled at him like you were the only two people in the world. The warmth of your touch when he held you close. The way your eyes sparkled in the light.

God, he missed you.

It didn’t even feel like life anymore. The sun was still shining above, but it was too bright, too distant.

For a moment, Jake wondered if this was what death felt like. If the coldness of the ocean would be the last thing he ever felt.

He was there drifting, and staring up at the sky, each passing second slipping further and further from him. The world was fading. He wasn’t sure if it was the water filling his lungs or the weight of the loss that was dragging him down.

And then, in that haze of fading consciousness, a single thought pierced through the fog.

He would never see you again.

The pain from the crash didn’t compare to the ache in his chest at that thought. The empty, hollow feeling that consumed him, knowing he’d never get another chance to hold you, to tell you he loved you, to fix the mess he made.

His eyes closed again, the memory fading as darkness closed in, but not before he whispered one last time, "I love you."

Jake didn’t know how much time had passed. But suddenly the world around Jake was nothing but noise and shadows, a blur of voices he couldn’t quite make sense of. His body felt like a weight, every inch of him burning with pain, yet somehow, it was as if his mind was disconnected, floating somewhere far away.

He was still in the water. The coldness had a grip on him, sinking into his bones, but now... now there was warmth, a sensation that almost didn’t feel real. He blinked slowly, the light above him flickering, and then it was the sound of helicopters. The deep, reverberating thrum of blades slicing through the sky.

“Lieutenant Seresin!” a voice called, familiar yet distant. “Stay with me.”

He couldn’t focus on who was speaking, but the words reached him, distant echoes that seemed to tug him back from the abyss.

He heard his call sign then, as if it was the only thing tethering him to the world: “Hangman...Hangman, we’ve got you.”

A sharp pain ran through his body, and he hissed in response. His eyes tried to focus, but the world kept shifting, pulling him further under, as if the ocean itself was calling him back.

“Hang in there, Hangman!” another voice barked, this one more frantic. “We’ve got you. Just hold on.”

But he couldn’t hold on. He couldn’t keep his grip on consciousness. His eyes closed again, darkness threatening to take over.

And in that quiet, fleeting moment before everything faded, one thought echoed in his mind, louder than any of the voices around him, louder than the chopper blades, louder than the pain.

One name.

Your name.

The sound of your name coming from his lips was barely audible. But the weight of it was everything. It was the only thing his heart could hold onto.

The darkness began to press in around him yet again. But the voices around him wouldn’t let him go.

“Hangman, come on. You’ve got to stay with us.” Someone urged, and Jake could feel the pressure of someone's hands on his chest. He could tell he was being moved.

But even as he was pulled away from the brink of death, all he could think about was you. And the painful truth that you weren’t there. You weren’t going to be there waiting for him if he woke up.

* * * * *

The steady beeping of a heart monitor was the first thing Jake registered as he drifted back to consciousness. He blinked against the bright overhead light, his vision adjusting to the sterile white walls of a hospital room. His body felt heavy, weighed down by pain and exhaustion, but he was alive.

Alive. The word should’ve meant something. Should’ve felt like a victory. But all he felt was numb.

He didn’t know how long he lay there staring at the ceiling, letting the reality of everything settle in. The mission. The hit. The cold. The pain. The fact that he should be dead, but somehow wasn’t.

And you. You had been the last thing on his mind before he hit the water. The last thing before everything faded.

And now lying here alive when he shouldn’t be, he didn’t know what to do with that.

* * * * *

Jake stepped off the plane, the humid Texas air wrapping around him like an old familiar embrace. The warmth should’ve felt like home, but it didn’t. Not really. Maybe nothing would after everything.

His ribs ached from the long flight, but he ignored it as he grabbed his duffel bag and made his way through the small Austin airport. His mom was waiting for him near baggage claim, standing on her toes to scan the crowd. The second she spotted him, relief softened her face, and she rushed forward, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Jake," she breathed, her voice thick with emotion. "Oh, honey, it's so good to see you."

He gritted his teeth against the pain of her embrace but didn’t pull away. "Good to see you too, Mama."

She held him for a moment longer before stepping back, her hands lingering on his arms like she was afraid he’d disappear if she let go. Her eyes scanned his face, taking in the bruises, the exhaustion still clinging to him. "You look tired."

"Yeah, well. Almost dying will do that to a guy."

She swatted his arm lightly. "Don’t joke about that."

He gave her a tired smirk, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Not joking."

Her expression faltered for a second, like she wanted to say something else, but instead, she just squeezed his arm. "Come on. Let’s get you home."

The drive back to the house was quiet, save for the occasional updates from his mom about family, neighbors, the latest town gossip. But Jake wasn’t really listening. He just stared out the window, watching the familiar Texas landscape roll past.

When they pulled into the driveway, his mom turned off the engine but didn’t get out right away. Instead, she looked at him carefully, her hands still gripping the wheel.

"You settling in okay?" she asked.

He frowned. "I just got here."

She nodded slowly, her lips pressing together like she was debating saying something else.

"What?" Jake asked, narrowing his eyes.

His mom hesitated, then gave him a small, knowing smile. "Nothing. Just…I have a feeling you're gonna find your time home a little more interesting than you expected."

Jake’s stomach twisted, but before he could ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, she grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car, leaving him sitting there, wondering why the hell she suddenly looked like she knew something he didn’t.

The next morning, the house was quiet. His parents had already left for work, leaving Jake alone with nothing but the old family dog and his own thoughts. He sat on the porch, the Texas sun warming his skin, a coffee cup resting on the arm of the wooden chair beside him.

His ribs still ached with every breath, and even the smallest movements sent sharp reminders through his body. But the worst pain wasn’t physical.

Beau, the aging golden retriever, lay at his feet, tail thumping lazily against the wooden planks as Jake absently scratched behind his ears. The dog was content. Jake wished he could say the same.

He leaned back, closing his eyes, listening to the rustle of the wind through the trees. It was peaceful, but peace didn’t reach him the way it used to. Not with everything in his head. Not with everything in his chest.

Then he heard it. Gravel crunching under tires.

His brows pulled together as he opened his eyes, turning his head toward the driveway. A car he didn’t recognize was pulling in. His stomach tightened, his mind automatically running through the possibilities. Maybe it was a neighbor. Maybe someone looking for his mom or dad.

Then the driver’s side door opened. And you stepped out.

Jake’s entire body went still. For a second, he wondered if the pain meds were making him hallucinate. Because there was no way you were here. No way you were standing in his parents’ driveway, looking exactly the same and somehow completely different all at once.

His pulse roared in his ears, drowning out everything else.

You shut the car door gently, standing there for a beat, like you weren’t sure if you should take another step.

Jake swallowed, but his throat was dry.

You take a slow step forward. Then another. The crunch of your shoes against the gravel is the only sound between you. Beau lifts his head, watching you curiously, but Jake didn’t move. He just watches you come closer, like he isn’t sure if you’re real or if you’ll disappear before you reach him.

And then you stop at the edge of the porch. Close enough that he can see every flicker of hesitation in your eyes. Close enough that he can tell you’re nervous.

Neither of you speak at first. You just look at each other. For a moment, it feels like the whole world holds its breath.

Then you break the silence. "How are you?"

Jake almost lies. The words 'I’m fine' sit on the tip of his tongue, easy and automatic. But when he looks at you—really looks at you—he can’t bring himself to say it.

Instead he exhales, shifts slightly in his seat, and admits, "Everything hurts like hell."

Your lips press together, your gaze flickering down, and for a second, he wonders if he shouldn’t have said that. If maybe you didn’t want to hear the truth.

Then you go quiet. Your fingers fidget at your sides, like you’re debating something.

Jake watches you, waiting. And then, finally, you lift your gaze and say softly, "I was scared when I got the call."

His brow furrows slightly. "What?"

You let out a breath, shifting on your feet. "They…couldn’t get ahold of your mom after the accident. And I guess..." You hesitate. "I guess I was still listed as a contact on your paperwork."

Jake's stomach tightens.

"They called you?" His voice is quieter now.

You nod. "Yeah." A small, almost breathless laugh leaves you, but it isn’t amused. It’s tired. "I was the one who had to tell your mom what happened."

Jake stares at you, something unreadable flickering through his expression.

He doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know how to process the fact that you were the one who got the call. That you were the one who had to break the news to his mother.

And that when it came down to it, you still picked up the phone.

Jake lets out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head as he looks away. "Hell, maybe it would’ve been easier if I didn’t make it."

Your breath catches in your throat. "Jake—"

"I’m serious," he mutters, still not meeting your eyes. "Would’ve saved everyone a lot of trouble. You wouldn’t have had to get that call. Wouldn’t have had to show up here now, feeling like you owe me something." He exhales sharply, jaw tight. "Would’ve been easier for you."

The words hit like a punch to the gut. Your arms drop from where they’d been crossed over your chest, the weight of his statement sinking deep into your bones.

"You think that?" Your voice is quieter now, but there’s an edge to it. Sharp and laced with something close to anger. "You think it would be easier for me if you were—"

You can’t even say the word. It makes you sick.

Jake finally looks at you then, and for the first time since you stepped out of your car, he sees it. The hurt in your eyes, the way you’re gripping your hands into fists like you’re trying to hold yourself together.

"God, Jake." You shake your head, blinking hard. "You really think I’d want to live in a world where you don’t exist?"

He swallows, but he doesn’t say anything.

"I don’t care what happened between us. I don’t care how much time has passed." Your voice wavers, but you push through it. "I would never, never be okay with losing you."

Jake looks away again, his throat tight, his chest heavier than it already was. He wasn’t expecting this. He wasn’t expecting you to still feel anything close to this strongly.

Jake clears his throat, shifting on the porch steps. He winces as the movement sends a sharp pain through his ribs. The weight of your words still lingers in the air between you, heavy and unspoken. He doesn’t know what to say or how to navigate this. So he reaches for the one thing that’s been at the forefront of his mind since you pulled into his driveway.

"So, uh...the wedding." His voice is rough, uncertain. "It’s soon, right?"

You let out a dry scoff, shaking your head. "Not anymore."

Jake frowns confused. "What do you mean?"

You cross your arms, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. There’s a moment of hesitation before you say it out loud. "I called it off."

The words hit him harder than they should. His fingers flex against his thigh, his pulse kicking up just slightly. He searches your face, trying to piece it together.

"Why?" he asks, voice quieter now.

You let out a breath, looking down at the ground. "Because it wasn’t right."

Jake watches you carefully. "Did he do something?" There’s an edge to his tone now,something protective, almost territorial, that he doesn’t even mean to let slip.

You shake your head. "No. He was...he is a good man." You look up then, meeting Jake’s gaze, and there’s something unreadable in your expression. "But he wasn’t you."

Jake just stares at you, completely floored. His mind races, trying to process what you just said. You still love him. After everything. After the years apart, the breakup, the almost marriage to someone else…you still love him.

Jake watches you, waiting, hoping, praying that this isn’t just some cruel dream that he's going to wake up from.

But then you take a shaky breath, and your eyes drop to the wooden porch beneath your feet. "Something happened when I got the call," you admit quietly.

Jake tenses, his stomach twisting. "What do you mean?"

You shift, wrapping your arms around yourself like you’re bracing for something. "I was with him. My fiancé." You hesitate, voice barely above a whisper. "We were at our bachelor and bachelorette party."

Jake sucks in a sharp breath, his jaw clenching. He doesn’t say anything, just watches as you force yourself to meet his gaze again.

"My phone rang. I saw the number, and I just…I knew it was about you." You let out a small, bitter laugh, shaking your head. "He asked me not to answer. Told me that whatever it was, it could wait. But I couldn’t do it, Jake. I couldn’t ignore it. Not when I knew it was about you. I knew that the Navy would only be calling for one thing. And that I needed to know if something had happened."

Jake’s chest tightens, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

"That was the moment I knew," you whisper. "I couldn’t marry him. Because no matter how much I wanted to move on, no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I had—" You trail off, exhaling shakily. "I don't think I ever did."

Jake’s breath catches. His entire body aches, but nothing compares to the way his heart clenches at your words.

"Then let me be yours again." His voice is rough, pleading, desperate. "Please."

You stare at him, eyes wide, like you weren’t expecting him to say it. To fight for this.

Jake leans forward, wincing slightly from the pain still radiating through his ribs, but he doesn’t care. Not when you’re standing in front of him, looking at him like that, like part of you is still afraid to believe this is real.

"I lost you once," he says, voice raw. "And it damn near broke me. I’m not making that mistake again."

Your breath shudders as you exhale, and for a moment, neither of you speak. The air between you is thick with everything unsaid, years of heartbreak and longing hanging in the balance.

"Jake—" You hesitate, pressing your lips together like you’re trying to stop yourself from saying something you’ll regret. "I don’t know how to do this again."

"Then we figure it out together." His voice is steady this time, sure.

"I was so scared," you whisper, shaking your head. "When they called me, when I had to tell your mom-" You break off, inhaling sharply. "Jake, I thought—"

He doesn’t let you finish. He reaches out, his hand covering yours where it’s clenched into a fist against your side. Your fingers tremble under his touch but don’t pull away.

"I’m here," he murmurs, squeezing gently. "And I don’t want to waste any more time pretending like this doesn’t still mean something."

Your eyes search his, and he sees the war inside you, the part that’s still afraid to let him back in. But then, slowly, your fingers uncurl. You turn your hand over, letting your palm press against his.

"Okay," you whisper.

Jake exhales a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding, relief crashing over him.

"Okay," he echoes, squeezing your hand one more time before pulling you down onto the porch beside him.

For a long moment, neither of you speaks. There's only the sound of the wind and the soft rustle of the trees around you. Then, without a word, Jake pulls you into his arms, his hold tight but gentle, as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go.

You bury your face in his chest, the familiar scent of him grounding you in this moment, in a feeling you thought you lost. His arms tighten around you, and for the first time in a long time, you both breathe.

It’s like the world slows down, and in each other's arms, the years, the mistakes, the heartache fade into nothingness. There’s no need for words, no need for anything else. Just the comfort of being together again.

* * * * *

A few days later, things are still a bit new between you and Jake, but it feels right. You're taking it slow, giving each other the space to rediscover what you once had. Things are easier now, the awkwardness slowly slipping away as the days pass. Jake is at your place sitting on the couch while you make coffee in the kitchen. There’s a comfortable quiet between you, no pressure, just the two of you spending time together.

When you come back into the living room, he’s standing by the corner of the room, his fingers lightly brushing over the strings of your old guitar that’s resting in the corner.

"You still play?" he asks, his voice soft, almost like he’s unsure of how to approach it.

You give him a playful shrug, leaning against the doorframe. "Sometimes. Not as much as I used to."

Jake tilts his head, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You take requests?" he teases, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You chuckle, the familiar feeling of teasing him making something warm stir inside you. "You think you’re funny, huh?"

You walk over, picking up the guitar, and sit down on the couch, strumming a few chords to warm up your fingers.

"What's your request?"

"Our song," Jake says, sitting down beside you, the familiar weight of his gaze on you.

Your heart skips at the words. You start to play, the chords coming back to you like second nature, the rhythm flowing through you like a memory you never quite forgot. The song, the one that’s always been yours and Jake's song, fills the space between you. And with every note you can feel something stirring again.

By the time you reach the last line of the song, your fingers move with a gentle certainty. It feels like this is the way it was always meant to be. The two of you here in this moment, coming back to what you never should have left behind.

When the last chord fades, Jake’s hand finds yours, his fingers gently curling around yours. He looks at you for a beat, and then without a word he leans in.

The kiss is slow, sweet, and soft, like everything that’s been building between you has finally found its way out. It’s not rushed, not desperate, but full of all the things you’ve both been holding back for too long. When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, and you can’t help but smile.

"I missed this," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion.

"Me too," you say, heart full, the world around you fading away until there’s only Jake, and you, and the love you’re starting to believe in again.

#Jake Seresin #Jake Seresin Fanfiction #Jake Seresin Fanfic #Jake Hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin x reader #Hangman x reader #Spotify

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 2 days ago

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steve singing the cheesiest pop songs into a fake microphone at eddie just bc he's in a good mood and because eddie 'hates' it

steve singing these songs morphs into steve singing the same songs but swapping out lyrics to whatever eddie is doing, or they're doing, or to something that happened in a hellfire campaign etc

steve still singing those songs around everyone else but also starts to sing his changed lyric masterpieces to eddie specifically

One particular instance being when Steve starts to sing Frankie Valli at him while trying to convince him to go out with him and robin to this club they'd heard about.

He and Robin were trying to convince him from their spots behind the counter at Family Video, arguing about if he should come with them or not long enough for Steve to come around the counter and actually do his job, stacking away tapes onto the closest shelves, when Sherry comes on over the radio.

Steve starts to bob his head along while Robin tries telling him again that it's a good place, that she has it on good authority that it's a place for other Friends of Dorothy, but she doesn't get far before Frankie AND Steve start to sing.

Eddie can quite literally note believe what he's seeing.

Steve is staring him down, his eyes full of glee as he croons Eddie's name back at him, a well-worn copy of Gremlins acting as his mic.

"Eddie~! Eddie Baby! Eddie~! Eddie Baby--" Steve's long, high pitched (though somehow still in tune) crooning of his name in place of Sherry's is (luckily) funny enough to keep his face from showing exactly how he's feeling about being called baby.

"What in the hell are you doing?"

"I agree with Buckley."

Steve ignores them, signing about his moonlit party or something, putting the tape where it goes on the shelf to Eddie's right just in time to turn and snatch up Eddie's hands in his to sing "I'm gonna make-a you my-i-ine~!", right to him, tossing his head around with the last line and spinning away to keep shelving tapes.

Eddie's face blazes hot.

"Oh my god, this is actually doing it for you, isn't it?"

He looks over at Robin, ready to snap at her, deny it all, but she looks so sincere under that mirth.

He sighs.. "Yeah."

"Can you come out tonight?" Steve sing-asks, jumping into his space and startling him.

"Really??"

He's grabbed up Ghostbusters this time, "YooOOOuUU better ask your Uncle~ Tell him everything is alright"

"He won't care!"

Steve's voice pitches lower as he continues to ignore Eddie's comments, stepping away to a nearby shelf "Why don't you come out?" then higher immediately after, as he slides the tape onto it's shelf, "With your red flannel on"

"I can't wear a dress?"

"Mmm, you look so fine~!"

"Shut up, Harrington!" Eddie's cheeks are on fire

Steve continues to ignore him, stepping back into Eddie's space and snatching him up in a spin, one hand on his hip, one grabbing his opposite hand, "Move it nice and easy,"

He's front to front with the man of his dreams and said man is, shimmying his hips to the tune, "Well you make me lose my miiiind!"

Steve goes into more long belts of "EeeEEdie bay-ay-bee" as he spins away back to shelve more tapes, leaving Eddie both entranced and bewildered at the front of the store.

"He'll be so bummed if you don't come now."

Eddie sighs, leans back against the counter to wait out the rest of the song, "Yeah.. I know."

- - - - - - - - - - -

and then they go to the bar and then steddie kiss and robin kisses a super cute girl and they live happily ever after the end

this exact scenario has haunted me every time sherry comes on the radio so today you finally get it too lmao

#drops this and runs #steddie #song fic #kinda #stevie's singin' lmao #and woo-ing his man while he does it #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #noelle writes

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sparklingblu · 2 days ago

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Eroverse

Pt.7 - Trial & Error

ft. Julie, Natty, Haneul and Chaewon

You’ve never owned a pet before.

But it’s not a bad experience at all.

Especially if your pet’s an immortal goddess who’s addicted to your cock.

It has become a somewhat normal occurrence to wake up to Chaewon choking herself on your morning wood, serving herself breakfast even before you have woken up.

It’s not a pretty sight. Not at all. A goddess who has once treated men like pests has been reduced to nothing but a cock hungry slut, all her resentments and fury replaced by lust. If the old Artemis could see what she have become, she would have committed suicide on the spot (yeah, she’s immortal, alright. just me exaggerating). But it’s too late now. You don’t know what becomes of her hunters but the mark has rewritten Chaewon’s entire personality.

And talking about the mark, you haven’t had the chance to use it again since your encounter with Aphrodite. You’re not sure how long it has been. It’s difficult to tell the time here. Especially with the storm shrouding everything in darkness.

It seems to be raging on even more since you have regained consciousness. Rain pounds steadily against the glass walls, thunder growling low like an ancient beast. The lightning, when it strikes, is bright enough to momentarily bleach the whole room white.

The world beyond isn’t stable either. At least the world you are allowed to see. One moment, you’re staring at a familiar New York skyline, neon lights shimmering beneath the rain. Then, in a blink, you are staring at the Eiffel Tower. Another, and you would see the Colosseum. You know the properties of the building to choose what it shows to its occupants, but it has never shifted this quickly before.

On the other hand, Eros remains calm. Almost too calm.

He hasn’t assigned another task for you yet, though you’re not sure if that’s a good thing. He’s unusually quiet. If anything, he’s been…patient. Watching. Waiting.

What he’s waiting for, you have no idea as usual. So, you decide to make the most out of this strange, uneasy peace - no matter how short it lasts.

A literal god can’t afford wi-fi in his place so using the phone is out of the question. The TV is, as usual, useless. Eros hasn’t changed his mind about setting every channel to play either romantic comedies, sappy dramas or dating shows. It’s as if the entire entertainment industry is curated by Aphrodite herself. You would last at most five minutes before shutting off the TV with a groan.

Kazuha has no interest in entertaining you either. You guess she’s somewhat affected by the death of her fellow angels, but it’s not an easy job to see through her cold, indifferent mask. She brushes off your attempts to make conversation, instead resorting to staring at the shifting landscapes amidst the storm, like it’s her favourite thing to do.

Luckily, you have a pet goddess.

A pet who’s so eager to grab your attention through your favourite spot - your cock.

So, it’s not really a surprise when you wake up once again, with your cock blocking Chaewon’s airways. She’s so busy attending to your morning(or night) hardness that she doesn’t even notice you stir. She keeps bobbing her head, devouring your cock like it’s her favourite lollipop.

“Chaewon” you call, trying to alert her of your awakening. She looks up at you through half lidded eyes, mouth still full of your cock. She mutters a muffled ‘morning’ and instantly goes back to sucking you off.

“Chaewon” you call again, this time a bit louder. She stops blowing you and meets your eyes, though she still has no plan to take your dickout of her mouth. So she waits there, eyes expectant and mouth full of cock.

You tangle a fist in her hair, pulling her lips off your cock. It comes off easily with strings of drool stretching in the path. Chaewon stays with her mouth gaping, like she can’t wait to swallow your dick again.

“Eager, aren’t you?” you ask, still holding her hair firm. It surely burns her scalp, but it’s nothing compared to what she has done to you before getting brainwashed into a cock depraved slut. Perhaps, she doesn't remember. But the fact remains true.

“Yes, master…” she mutters, voice hoarse from god knows how long she has been deepthroating your shaft. “Chaewon can’t help herself. Chaewon misses master’s cock so much and…”

That earns a slap across her face. “You lying bitch. It hasn’t even been a day since I fuck a load into your cunt, and you miss it, already? God, you really love cocks, don’t you?”

“No, master. Chaewon only love master’s cock. Chaewon can’t live without master’s cock. Chaewon needs it in all her holes everyday”

You laugh, almost like a madman. Is this what they call karma? One moment, you dread men. The next, your life source has become a cock.

“You are such a slut” you say, rubbing your drenched cock across her face, smearing it in her own saliva. She doesn’t complain, letting you violate her like the toy she is. Who knows a goddess can look even more pretty painted with her own drool?

“Yes, master. Chaewon is master’s slut. And Chaewon wants to make master feel good. Chaewon is a good slut”

The way she repeats her name reminds you of the house elf from Harry Potter. What’s his name again? Dobby? This one does cleaning too, just in different places.

“I can’t deny that. But you do have to prove it, don’t you?”

At your question, Chaewon wriggles her raised ass like an eager dog. She has stayed bare so far, and you are not complaining. Not with how easy it is to just squeeze a handful of her ass or bend her over a surface and fuck a load into her whenever you feel like it.

“Yes, master. Chaewon will prove to master how slutty she can be. So please..” she tries to go to town on your cock again but you tighten the grip on her hair, causing her to pull back.

“Listen, you little slut. I’m your master, got it? You don’t do anything without my permission”

“Get- get it, master” she whimpers, flinching at the pain in her scalp. You almost feel sympathetic. But then, you remember Artemis hasn’t shown you any sympathy. Why would you show it to her?

“Good” you muse. “Now stays just like that and open wide when I fuck your slutty mouth, got it?”

Chaewon nods feverishly, though it’s hard with how hard you are gripping her head. She opens her mouth anyway, lolling out her tongue like a pet asking for food. And you will feed her very soon. A really hard, really big pet food.

“Open wide” you warn and shove your thick cocks past her lips, groaning as her hot wet mouth envelopes you. She gags and sputters as you force your way in, not caring about her discomfort. All it matters is your pleasure, you need to use her like a cheap fucktoy.

You start thrusting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with each buck of your hips. Lightning flashes and thunder strikes again, but it can’t be as loud as the steady glug glug glug echoing the room as you use Chaewon’s throat like a fleshlight. Streams of saliva drip from the corner of her lips and stain the bed sheet, but it doesn’t really matter. You have found out long ago that the thing cleans and folds itself. Though you doubt it would like having blowjob drool on its sheets.

“See, Artemis? That’s what happens when you talk too much. You get a cock shoved into your mouth” you say, effectively showing her how right you are.

You stop fucking her face for a while, just to make an act of slapping your cock on her tongue multiple times before you shove it back into her warm wet heat. Things have become really messy now, tears flow in a steady stream and mix with the drool, turning her face into a filthy mess of bodily fluids.

But she plays her part of the slut perfectly. Not complaining at all as you continue to use her throat for your own pleasure. You press your tip to the inside of her cheek, making it bulge before doing the same thing to the other side of her face. It makes her look even more like a slut, if that’s possible.

“Fuck, this mouth does more than taunt and complain. You should have sucked cocks since the beginning. Then, your pretty mouth wouldn’t have gone to waste for millennia”

Does she understand you? You doubt it. Even if she does, her brain is full of nothing but cocks by now. She would have gladly agreed.

You let your eyes wonder and drink in the sight of her magnificent ass. She still has it up in the air, as if beckoning another cock or two to fill her holes. You know she’s more than capable of using that round, juicy ass to her advantage. You have watched enough ‘Smart’ fancams to see the proof. It’s the kind of ass that begs to be grabbed, spanked and fucked hard. You can already imagine those plump cheeks jiggling as you rail her from behind.

But for now, her mouth would have to suffice. You set a brutal pace, slamming into her throat over and over. Your heavy balls slapping against her chin with every thrust, your shaft stretching her jaw wide. She continues to make obscene gurgling noises, spit and drool dribbling down her chin as you wreck her mouth.

“Fuck, your throat feels so good,” you grunt, picking up speed. “Such a perfect little cockwarmer. This is all you are good for, aren’t you?”

You reach down to grope her tits, squeezing and twisting her erect nipples as you continue to rail her mouth. She moans around your cock, sending delicious vibrations through you. You know you wouldn’t last long, not with such a tight, wet heat wrapped around you.

You pull your cock from Chaewon’s mouth at the last moment, a string of saliva connecting your swollen tips to her bruised lips. She looks at you with bleary, lust-filled eyes, panting heavily as she waits for your command.

“Beg for it,” you growl, fisting your shaft. “Beg me to paint that pretty face with my cum”

Chaewon obediently parts her lips, tongue extending and ready to catch your load. “Please master,” she whimpers. “Please cum on Chaewon’s face. Chaewon need it, Chaewon needs her face covered in master’s hot seed”

Her vulgar words send a thrill through you, your balls tightening with impending release. With a grunt, you aim your cock at her face and stroke faster, relishing the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

Then, you are coming, long ropes of thick, pearly cum erupting from your cock and splattering across Chaewon’s eager face. You pump load after load, painting her from forehead to chin, watching as your seed drips down her flushed cheeks.

She moans with delight, eyes fluttering closed as you coated her in your essence. When you are finally spent, she’s the perfect picture of a cock drunk slut, marked as your property by the mess on her face.

Chaewon opens her mouth, letting a thick glob of cum drip onto her extended tongue. She swirls it around, savoring the taste before swallowing it down with a satisfied sigh.

“Thank you, master” she purrs, scooping up some of the cum from her cheeks and sucking it off her fingers. “Chaewon will always be your personal cumdump. Please use Chaewon whenever you want”

And that’s how your mornings go lately.

🖤 🖤 🖤

Your peace comes to an abrupt, violent end.

And at the worst moment.

You have Chaewon pinned against the wall, her wrists trapped above her head in one of your hands. With the other, you keep a tight grip on her waist, slamming your cock into her soaking cunt rapidly.

“Fuck, you are so fucking tight” you grunt, leaning down to bite at her neck. “Always wet and ready for me, aren’t you? Begging to be filled and used like a sextoy”

Chaewon moans, pressing her ass back against you desperately. “Please master, Chaewon needs your big cock. Need it inside me, stretching me out. Please use Chaewon like the slut she is”

Her vulgar words resonate around the room, serving only to get you even more riled up. And that’s saying a lot, with how throbbing hard you are already.

And that ass. That ass that sways and jiggles and bounces with each thrust. If Chaewon’s whorish face - rolled up eyes and lolling tongue - isn’t enough, the sight of her tight ass is an additional luxury.

“Fill me up, Master. Fill Chaewon with your load. Knock me up with your seed” Chaewon continues to beg, lost in the pain and pleasure of your cock. She may be an immortal goddess but at this moment, it won’t be so hard to believe she needs your cum to survive.

You can feel the approaching finale, your cock throbbing with anticipation. Just a few more thrusts, maybe even fewer and you will grant Chaewon her wish - a nice, big, hot load.

Then, the door opens with a deafening slam.

“Well well look what we have here”

You forget about cumming.

Eros stands in the doorway, one hand still on the handle, the other stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. His golden hair is an absolute mess, his shirt crumpled, like he has just rolled out of bed. He studies you with a flicker of amusement in his eyes, like it’s his favorite form of entertainment to break into rooms when people are having sex.

“There’s something called ‘knocking’, you know”

Eros shrugs his shoulders.

“And ruin the fun? No way. And it’s not like you would have heard me with how loud your little ‘pet’ is begging for your cock”

Before you know it, a wave of embarrassment wash over you. You have never meant your activity with Chaewon to be made public but it’s not like you have been secretive either. You have hoped the walls were thick enough to drown out the sound. Seems like it wasn’t the case.

“Look. I-”

Your attempt to reason fails miserably. What does one say when their boss walks in on them having sex? ‘Sorry’? ‘Let me empty my balls first and then we’ll talk’? And the fact that you are still balls deep inside Chaewon makes it even worse.

Eros makes an exaggerated expression of rolling his eyes. “Finish this up and then come to the living room”

And just like that, he’s gone.

The orgasm is not at all satisfactory. You are too busy pondering what Eros has in store for you this time as you pump Chaewon full of your load. At least the slut gets what she wants in the end.

You hastily change into a sweatshirt and khakis, ignoring Cahewon’s pleas to fill her ass next, pocket your phone and exit the room.

As you step into the circular hall, the first thing you notice is the statue. Eros - marble wings spread wide, that signature smirk carved into his face. The hunters had sliced it clean in half but now, it has been restored to its full glory. Not a single crack remains. If anything, it looks even more smug, as if taunting you personally.

You snort and keep walking, footsteps echoing against the marble floor as you move down the corridor leading to the living room.

As soon as you step inside, they are already there.

Eros and Kazuha.

Kazuha leans against the pastel-pink kitchen island, arms crossed over her tank top and watching you with that unreadable expression of hers. Meanwhile, Eros is seated on the couch, tossing a lollipop between his fingers like it’s a dagger.

Behind them, the glass walls reveal a cityscape that looks ancient - stone structures, towering columns, remnants of an empire long gone. You don’t recognize it, but the storm still rages on outside, thunder crackling through the sky like a war drum.

Something tells you that whatever comes next is not going to be good.

Eros glances up, pops the lollipop into his mouth and grins.

“Finally! Our guest of honor!” He spreads his arms like he’s welcoming a long lost friend, his grin widening around the lollipop in his mouth. Thunder rumbles, casting flickering shadows against the glass walls, but he doesn’t seem concerned.

Eros gestures to the brand new couch across from him, one that definitely wasn’t there before. It’s upholstered in plush, wine-red velvet, looking way too luxurious for your taste. You half-expect it to swallow you whole once you sit down.

Still, you take a seat.

“So,” you say, stretching your legs. “What’s the occasion?”

Eros leans forward, golden eyes glinting. “I’ve got a quest for you”

Of course he does.

You don’t bother responding. Instead, you let your head fall back against the couch, staring at the ceiling like it holds the patience you no longer have.

Eros grins. “Oh, come on. Don’t look so dead inside. You are gonna love this one”

That gets a laugh out of you. “That’s what you said last time. And I end up dying”

Eros waves a hand. “Details”

You let out a sigh. “Just tell me what you want”

Eros stretches out on the couch like a cat and flashes you his iconic grin that usually precedes horrible news.

“Tell me, Michael,” he says, popping his chin up with one hand. “Do you know Wonder Woman?”

You stare at him, oblivious to why the god is asking if you know a comic book character. “...Yeah?”

He spreads his hands, as if presenting you with a grand mystery. “And what is she?”

You frown. “A superhero?”

“Yes, yes. The one in the skimpy outfit. But what is she?”

You narrow your eyes. “A woman?”

He lets out an exaggerated groan and flops onto his back like he’s personally offended by your answer. “Michael, Michael, Michael. Yes, technically, but you are missing the essence of the question”

Kazuha, who has been silently enduring this nonsense with the patience of someone who has clearly had enough, finally chimes in. “Just tell him already”

Eros shoots her a scandalized look. “Kaz, please. Do you know how dull life would be if we all just gave answers immediately?”

She glares. “Do you know how much less annoying you’d be?”

“Harsh” Eros comments, before turning back to you. “Come on, Michael, give me another guess”

You sigh heavily. “A goddess?”

He clicks his tongue. “Colder”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “A warrior?”

He gives you a so-so gesture. “Warmer, but still missing the key element”

Kazuha rubs her temples. “Eros.”

“Fine, fine.” He sits up properly, stretching his arms overhead before finally, mercifully, giving you the answer. His golden eyes gleam as he smirks.

“She’s an Amazon”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “The company?”

Kazuha looks like she wants to strangle you. Eros slumps his shoulders so dramatically you’d think you just told him Santa Claus isn’t real.

“Kazuha, you are gonna have to sit him down and teach him the basics one of these days,” he mutters. “This is getting painful.”

Kazuha lets out a slow breath like she’s mentally preparing herself for this. “Amazons, Michael. And no, this has nothing to do with Jeff Bezos. They’re a race of warrior women. Fierce, highly skilled in combat, and they don’t take kindly to men”

You blink. “So they’re just another version of the Hunters?”

Kazuha shakes her head. “Not at all. The Hunters of Artemis swear off men entirely. Well….though you kinda ruin that. The Amazons don’t hate men - they just don’t see them as equals. To them, men are tools, something to be used and then cast aside”

You raise an eyebrow. “Sounds like fun.”

“Oh and that’s not everything,” Kazuha continues, a slight chuckle in her voice. She’s enjoying this way too much. “They are the daughters of Ares, the god of war. That means they’re not just some regular warriors - they’ve got divine blood in their veins. Strong, fast, nearly impossible to beat in a fight”

“Wonderful,” you remark. “Let me guess. I have to try to fuck them so that I can grow even more powerful and help Eros impress his mom”

“Well, that’s your job. And you are very good at it” Eros says. If that’s supposed to make you feel better, it doesn’t. “Plus, it’s not the only task at hand”

Another task apart from trying to get into the pants(or armor, whatever) of deadly female warriors? This is just wonderful.

Eros leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I want you to steal the Belt of Hippolyta”

You blink. “The what?”

“The Belt of Hippolyta. A divine artifact once gifted by Ares to the Amazons’ greatest queen. It increases the strength of its wearer tenfold”

You rub your face. “First, Hades’ helmet, now, this. You sure you don’t need me just to smuggle goldy artifacts?”

Eros grins. “A thief with a charm is just a gentleman rogue”

You pause, frowning. Last time, you barely managed to steal the Helm of Darkness before the servants of the underworld came crashing in. Even then, you have to struggle with a single goddess - Persephone, before she gave in. This time, it’s a whole army of women you have to deal with and you are pretty sure their weapons won’t be vegan-friendly like Persephone. You are starting to hate this job.

“Ok. How exactly am I supposed to steal something like that under the nose of women who will probably try to kill me? Walk up and ask nicely?”

Eros ignores your sarcasm. “Come on, Michael. After all those adventures, you, of all people, must surely know that I always have a plan”

‘Plans that push you closer to the brink of death each time,’ you think. But you keep your mouth shut.

“So, here’s the deal,” Eros starts, biting down on the lollipop with a loud crunch. “The Amazons have this little event every year - big tournament, lots of fighting, lots of blood, real Spartan stuff. A test of strength and skill. And the grand final is always overseen by Ares, who happens to be my dad.

‘Whose wife I happened to rail,’ you think again. But Eros doesn’t need to know that.

“And,” Eros continues, his grin widening. “Ares is a little busy at the moment.” He gestures at the storm raging outside. “You know, with everything going on” He winks. You scoff. “So, being the generous and ever-helpful god that I am, I offered to go in his place”

You stare at him. “And he just let you?”

“Of course,” Eros says, feigning offence. “Why wouldn’t he? I’m a god. I’ve got credentials”

“Like you didn’t use charmspeak on him,” interrupts Kazuha.

Eros shrugs, clearly pleased with himself. “A little push in the right direction. Nothing serious. Besides, the Amazons don’t question it. As long as they get to watch people wrestle, they don’t care which god oversees them”

“So, that’s it?” you ask. “I’m supposed to sneak in and grab this belt or whatever while they are too busy with the tournament?”

Eros chuckles, shaking his head. “If only it were that simple,” he flips the remaining plastic stick of the lollipop, making it vanish.”See, the Belt of Hippolyta isn’t just some fancy accessory you can snatch off a dresser. It can’t be stolen, at least not directly. It can only be given away - willingly - by the Queen herself”

Of course, it’s not supposed to be easy. Those tasks never really are. You groan. “Oh, come on”

“Yep,” Eors pops the ‘p’ smugly.

“So I have to convince an Amazon Queen - one of the deadliest warriors to ever walk the earth - to hand over her most prized possession?” You scoff. “Right. I’ll just ask really nicely. Maybe throw in some chocolates”

Eros flicks his wrist and a golden pocket watch appears between his fingers. He clicks it open, eyes scanning the time before snapping it shut. “Anyway, I’ll explain the plan later. We’ve got somewhere to be”

You frown. “Wait, what?”

Eros grins. “It’s almost time”

Your frown deepens. “Time for what?”

“The tournament, of course.” He tosses the pocket watch over his shoulder like it’s trash and stretches his arms. “And we’ll need to make an entrance”

You blink. “Wait - hold on - we’re going now?”

“Well, yeah.” Eros gestures vaguely. “I figured we could ease into it but since someone’s too occupied trying out his new pet-”

“Oh, screw you”

“Too late for that darling.” Eros claps his hands. “Point is, we are going undercover. It would be suspicious for me to bring a mortal. So you, my friend, will be posing as one of my angels”

You stare at him. Not the craziest thing you’ve heard but still, you are baffled. “And how do I pose as an angel?”

“Easy enough,” Eros shrugs. “Keep your head down and don’t talk much. Just look at Kazuha”

That earns a glare from her but Eros either doesn’t see it or care.

“Come on. We’ve got places to be”

🖤 🖤 🖤

Eros leads the way back into the circular hall, his boots clicking against the marble. The massive statue of himself is still standing smugly at the centre, looking like it’s laughing at you. You are starting to suspect Eros rebuilt it just to mess with you.

He stops in front of one of the many doors lining the wall - this one looks ancient, dark mahogany with strange swirling symbols carved in its surface.

You eye it warily. “Where exactly are we going?”

“Themyscira,” Kazuha answers before Eros can drag it out with another dramatic monologue.

“Themuh-what now?”

“Themyscira,” she repeats, arms crossed. “The island of the Amazons. Hidden from the mortal world, ruled by Queen Hippolyta. It’s been their home for thousand of years”

You blink. “And we’re just walking in?”

Eros smirks. “With style”

Yeah. You are definitely going to die.

Eros pushes open the door with ease, its strange symbols glowing faintly as it creaks. A blinding light spills through the gap, washing over the room like a wave, and without waiting, Eros steps forward, disappearing into the light. You follow, hesitant, but Kazuha gives you a reassuring nod.

As you cross the threshold, the air shifts. Gone is the artificial luxury of Eros’s penthouse - now the sun beats down on your skin, the scent of salt and wildflowers filling your lungs. Before you stretch an island of gleaming white marble, lush green hills, and endless blue ocean. Towering statues of warrior women line the cobbled streets, and in the distance, a grand palace rises above the city, its golden banners catching the wind. The sound of clashing swords and fierce battle cries echoes all around.

You barely have time to take it all in before movement catches your eye.

A group of warrior women, all dressed in tank tops, jeans and sturdy boots strides toward you. They all hold edgy expressions, like they are expecting something bad to happen.

The woman leading them, taller than the rest, seems awfully familiar to you. But it doesn’t take long for you to realize why.

It’s Haneul.

From Kiss of Life.

With the same sharp jawline, the same piercing gaze, the same presence that demands attention.

At this point, seeing divine beings take on the forms of idols should be normal. It’s happened too many times already. And yet, you are mesmerized.

Haneul sweeps her eyes over your group, then settles her gaze on Eros. “We’ve been expecting you,” she says, voice steady. “Ares has given you his blessings. But don’t think that means you can do whatever you want”

Eros grins, the picture of innocence. “Me? Never”

Haneul nods towards the distant city. “It’s nearly time. Follow me”

You walk after her, along the stone path that leads into the heart of the city. The place is a strange blend of the ancient and the modern - marble columns rise between sleek, contemporary buildings, the glass reflecting the golden light of the setting sun. Women pass by, dressed in almost similar ways to Haneul. Some carry swords at their hips, others have pistols strapped to their thighs.

Ahead, the city opens up into a vast coliseum, its stone arches weathered yet imposing. Even from here, you can hear the roar of the gathered crowd, a mix of anticipation and bloodlust thick in the air.

“This way.” Haneul leads you up a flight of stone steps, weaving through the gathered Amazons until you reach a reserved section at the very top of the coliseum’s seating. From here, you have a perfect view of the massive arena below.

The arena itself is a circular pit of sand and stone, gleaming gold under the sunlight. The towering walls are adorned with ancient carvings of the amazons in different battle poses.

Women fill the stands, some standing with their arms crossed, others leaning forward in anticipation. The energy is electric, the air thick with the scent of sweat and dust.

You and Kazuha take the seats on either side of Eros. Haneul studies you three like a new species of pest . “Wait for me after the tournament,” she says before leaving to join her fellow Amazons.

“Whatever,” Eros grumbles. “It’s about to begin.”

Suddenly, a voice booms across the arena, amplified by unseen means. All the Amazons fall silent at its emergence.

“Sisters, the time has come! The final battle of this year’s tournament is upon us!”

A deafening cheer erupts from the crowd, fists pounding and boots stomping against stone.

The voice continues, “And today, we welcome a guest of honor in place of our great god Ares. The one who embodies passion and war in his own way - Eros, the god of love!”

Not much applause follows the announcement. Nevertheless, that stupid grin is back on Eros’s face, looking every bit as smug as you’d expect. You can already tell he’s enjoying this far too much.

“Now, let’s welcome our champions!” the voice calls, and the crowd explodes into cheers once more.

“First, the challenger - Natty, the Bronze Tempest!”

You watch a figure step into the arena, and your breath hitches.

Natty.

Another idol. Another member of Kiss of Life. Seems like the Amazons are big fans.

She strides forward with confidence, her body bare save for the simple loincloth tied around her waist. Her skin gleams under the sun, polished like bronze, and you realize why she’s called ‘The Bronze Tempest’.

Your eyes are automatically drawn to her tits - round, full and shining with sweat. Not to mention her half-exposed ass under that little bit of clothing she’s in. You are getting too distracted.

The Amazons pound their fists against their chests, chanting her name. If they keep this up, you are turning deaf very soon.

Eros leans in and whispers. “See? I told you you are gonna love this one”

You don’t answer. You’re still trying to wrap your head around the sight before you. And desperately trying not to get hard and failing.

“And now, the reigning champion, our queen - Julie, the invisible!”

The crowd roars even louder this time. You shift in your seat, already knowing what to expect but still taken aback when you see her.

Julie.

Yet another idol. Yet another face that belongs on a stage, not in an ancient battleground. But here she is, striding into the arena with the same effortless confidence as Natty.

Like her challenger, she wears nothing but a simple loincloth - tits out and ass flashed. Muscles coil and flex with each step, her body honed to perfection. Her hair flows behind her like a lion’s mane, framing sharp, battle-hardened features.

The Amazons chant her name, voices reverberating like thunder. She lifts a single hand in acknowledgement before her gaze locked onto Natty with a predator’s focus.

You glance at Eros, who looks far too entertained by all of this.

“So, do they always fight half-naked, or is this just a special occasion?” you mutter.

Eros smirks. “Would you rather they wore full plate armor?”

You roll your eyes but say nothing, attention back to the arena where the two contestants now stand. The match is about to begin.

“Let the final battle commence!”

The announcer commences and for the millionth time, the crowd cheers. You start considering shutting your ears.

But Natty and Julie have started circling each other, muscles taut like coiled springs, eyes locked and unblinking. Neither rushes in blindly. Every step is calculated. The air between them hums with tension.

Then, like a flash of lightning, Natty strikes first.

She closes the distance in an instant, her fist cutting through the air with brutal precision. A blow meant to end things quickly.

But Julie is faster.

The Amazon queen tilts her body just enough for the attack to skim past her, letting momentum carry Natty forward.

The crowd roars at the display, but neither woman acknowledges it. Their focus is solely on each other.

You exhale. “Alright, that’s pretty cool”

Eros eyes glint with amusement. “Oh, we’re just getting started”

Natty doesn’t let up. She strikes again - then again - then again. Each blow is faster than the last, her movements a blur of raw power and precision. She’s relentless, a storm given form, her fists cutting through the air like bolts of lightning.

But Julie remains true to her title - invisible.

She shifts effortlessly, her body weaving through the attacks like water flowing around jagged rocks. A slight pivot, a step back, a turn - each motion calm and calculated. Her eyes remain unwavered on Natty, reading her moves before she has executed them.

The crowd watches in stunned silence, captivated by the contrast. Natty, all fury and speed and Julie, an immovable force, unbothered, untouchable.

You lean forward, growing impatient. “Is she gonna dodge forever?”

Eros chuckles beside you. “Patience, my dear. The queen knows what she’s doing”

Natty lunges forward, her fist aiming straight for Julie’s ribs. It looks just like her last attacks - predictable, easy to dodge. And Julie moves accordingly, twisting her body to the side to evade.

But it’s a trick.

At the last second, Natty shifts her weight pivoting on her foot, and drives her other fist straight into Julie’s stomach. The impact is solid, the sound of knuckles against flesh echoing through the arena.

Julie exhales sharply, her body jolting from the force. It’s the first real hit of the match. The crowd erupts, Amazons roaring in excitement at the shift in momentum.

Eros smirks. “Oh? She got her”

You glance at him. “You sound impressed”

“Of course. It’s not everyday someone lands a hit on the queen”

In the arena, Julie doesn’t stumble. She doesn’t fall. Instead, she straightens, rolling her shoulders. Then, finally, she smirks.

Natty tenses, realizing too late - Julie let her land that hit.

Before Natty can even process what has just happened, Julie moves.

It’s like a switch has flipped. One second, she’s composed and steady. The next, she’s a blur. Her fists fly, striking from every angle - left, right, center - so fast that Natty barely has time to register them, let alone dodge.

A punch crashes into her ribs. Another glances off her shoulder. Then a sharp one lands square against her jaw, snapping her head to the side. The crowd erupts again, but this time, the cheer feels heavier, almost reverent.

Natty stumbles, her feet skidding slightly against the ground as she scrambles to recover. But Julie isn’t done. She presses forward, her movements relentless, every strike perfectly placed, precise. There’s no wasted motion, no hesitation. It’s overwhelming.

Eros lets out a low whistle. “And that’s why she’s the queen.”

Natty grits her teeth, forcing herself to steady her stance. She knows the gap between them is widening, yet she refuses to back down. She lunges forward, trading blows with Julie, but each strike is growing slower and weaker.

‘That was Julie’s plan’ you think. ‘Try to exhaust the opponent first before striking.’

And it works perfectly.

In a split second, Julie sidesteps Natty’s next desperate strike and sweeps her leg out from under her. Before Natty can react, Julie is already there, catching her throat in the tight grip of her arm.

The crowd roars as Natty struggles, her body twisting in a last attempt to break free. But Julie’s hold is ironclad, not allowing a single breath enter Natty’s lungs.

Natty claws at Julie’s arm but that just makes Julie tighten her grip farther. Natty starts growing limp. The match is all but decided.

For a moment, it seems like Natty would fight to the bitter end - but then, with a sharp inhale, she slaps Julie’s arm twice in surrender.

The arena falls silent for a heartbeat before the voice booms across the space.

“The challenger has yielded! The queen reigns supreme!”

A deafening cheer erupts from the gathered Amazons, their voices blending into a victorious roar. Julie releases Natty, letting her drop to her knees before stepping back with an air of effortless dominance. She raises her arms, basking in the glory of yet another victory.

Suddenly, the crowd cheers start to rise into chants. You have no idea what it means but it sounds something like - “Diaper!?”

Kazuha, noticing your confusion, turns toward you with her usual stone cold expression. “It’s diapernó,” she explains. “Greek for ‘penetrate’”

“And it’s the best part of this whole tournament,” Eros chimes in, eyes fixated on the arena with mad glee.

Before you can ask what he means, another Amazon steps into the arena, carrying a ceremonial plaque. Your gaze locks onto what’s placed atop: a golden object, gleaming in the harsh light. At first, you can’t place it. But as she lifts it higher, you can’t deny the unmistakable shape.

A golden dildo.

The crowd erupts in loud chants, their excitement growing as the object is presented. The Amazon hands it to Julie with a bow, who grabs it with a smirk.

With a single movement, she gets rid of the loincloth, revealing her whole body in its full glory. You don’t even bother hiding your boner now.

For a moment, she studies Natty, bruised and broken, cowering at her feet. Then she straps on the dildo.

Once again, the crowd erupts.

“It’s not just an ordinary dildo,” Eros cries above the roars. “It’s enchanted to behave like a real male sex organ. The wearer feels like she has a real dick”

Will the surprise ever end?

In the arena, Julie pushed the stap-on dildo into Natty’s pussy, who’s on all fours now and bare. To your surprise, a loud moan echoes through the arena.

“Oh, they amplify the moans too,” Eros smirks. “Lucky mf Ares. Watching this every year”

Natty continues to moan loudly as Julie rails her, the sand shifting beneath them with each powerful thrust. “Oh god!” she moans, arching her back to take more of the dildo inside her. All her exhaustion and pain seems to be gone now, replaced by pure pleasure.

Julie grips Natty’s ass tightly, pounding into her with a strength that equally matches the one in combat. “Fucking slut,” shs snarls, spanking Natty’s ass hard. “Thinking you can beat me”

You have a hard time (no, not that ‘hard’ time) believing that these women were at each other’s throat just a while ago. Now, all their vigour have been poured into this one on one fuck session.

It’s like they have never been opponents at all.

Natty cries out in ecstasy as Julie hits deeper into her with the dildo. “Yes, yes, fuck me harder!” she pleads, pushing her ass back to meet each thrust.

Julie obliges, slamming into Natty with brutal force, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the coliseum. Natty’s ass jiggles with each brutal thrust of Julie’s, the sand clinging to their sweaty skin. Somehow, it’s really hot.

“Fuck yeah, take that cock,” Julie growls, spanking Natty’s ass hard. “I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Natty moans, quivering with pleasure. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Julie pounds away, her expression determined. She reaches around and rubs Natty’s clit hard, sending her over the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, Natty came hard, letting out a guttural scream that washes over the coliseum. Julie keeps fucking her through her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure, until she’s a quivering, filthy mess of cum and sweat.

The Amazons explode with applause, some wearing dazed, blissful expressions on their faces. For a race who despises men, they do enjoy manly pleasures.

You think Julie’s done. Apparently she’s not.

As Natty comes down from her high, Julie pulls out of her pussy and slaps her ass hard. “Wake up, slut,” she commands, giving Natty’s ass another sharp spank. “We’re not done yet”

Natty groans, the sand grinding against her skin as she rolls over onto her back. She looks up at Julie with bleary eyes, her body still shaking from the intense orgasm.

Julie grabs Natty’s ankles and pushes her legs up and apart, exposing her tight asshole. “Time for the next hole,” she growls, pressing the tip of her strap-on against Natty’s puckered hole.

Natty tenses, realization washing over her. “Wait, not there,” she pleads, trying to squirm away. “I’ve never-”

But Julie isn’t listening. With one brutal thrust, she shoves the dildo into Natty’s ass, splitting her open. “Fuck yeah, take it!” she cries, slamming into Natty’s ass hard.

Natty cries out in pain and pleasure, eyes rolling back as Julie pounds into her. Her tits bounce with each thrust, putting on quite a show.

Julie grips Natty’s waist, fucking her ass with wild abandon. The sand flies around them as she slams into Natty’s body, grunting with each brutal thrust.

Meanwhile, Julie reaches down with her free hand, sliding two fingers into Natty’s wet folds.

“You like this slut, don’t you? Having both your holes filled and fucked,” Julie growls, pumping her digits in and out of Natty’s cunt while she pounds her ass.

Natty moans loudly, her body writhing from the intense double penetration. Julie’s fingers curl inside her, stroking her g-spot as the dildo stretches her ass.

“Oh god, oh fuck!” Natty cries out, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. It’s too much, I-”

But the queen of the Amazons show no mercy, fucking her harder. Juice spills each time she thrust her fingers, betraying Natty’s arousal.

“Fucking cum for me again, you little slut,” Julie commands, rubbing Natty’s clit hard with her thumb. “Cum on my fingers while I fuck your ass”

Once again, Natty cums. But this time, a fountain of juice squirts out of her hole, drenching Julie and earning another roar from the crowd.

“How many times is she gonna make her cum?” you ask, glancing at Eros who seems too absorbed in the show.

“What?” He turns, looking dazed and dreamy. “Oh! It’s gonna be ending soon. Look”

Down below, Julie yanks Natty up by her hair, forcing her to kneel in front of her.

“Time to put that slutty mouth to work,” Julie sneers, slapping the strap-on against Natty’s cheek. “Open up and show me what a good little cocksucker you are”

Natty whimpers, but obediently opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue to receive the dildo. Julie shoves it in roughly, pushing past Natty’s lips and lodging it deep in her throat.

“Take that cock, you slut!” Julie growls, gripping Natty’s hair and face-fucking her hard.

Natty gags and sputters around the thick dildo, tears streaming down her face. But she doesn’t resist, letting Julie use her mouth like a fucktoy.

Julie buries herself in Natty’s throat, pressing her nose against her crotch as the girl struggles to breath. “You love choking on this cock, don’t you, slut?” Julie taunts. “God, you are such a slut”

Julie pulls out of Natty’s mouth, the golden dildo drenched and shiny in the sun. And then, she begins stroking it, the tip aimed at Natty’s whorish face.

“Open wide, slut,” Julie orders. “Get ready to bath in your queen’s cum”

Natty obediently opens her mouth, tongue lolling as she obediently waits to be painted in Julie’s load.

Of all the strangeness you have encountered today, this one might be the strangest yet. The dildo pulses in Julie’s hand and with a final squeeze, it erupts, sending thick ropes of cum splattering across Natty’s face and body. Natty closes her eyes, the warm liquid coating her skin.

Julie laughs as she seals her victory against Natty, who kneels covered in cum. “Fucking pathetic,” she sneers, giving Natty’s hair a final tug before letting her go. “Take her away”

At the queen’s command, a group of Amazons strides into the arena. They move like well-oiled machines, wearing stony expressions as they lift Natty, who’s still panting like a bitch, to her feet and guide her away. She lets herself be carried away. You doubt she has the energy to resist

Julie stands tall in the center of the arena, her strap-on dildo still hard and gleaming in the sun. She takes one last sweeping look at the crowd, then dips her head low in a slow, regal bow before turning on her heel and exiting through the opposite archway.

At that moment, the unseen voice emerges once again. “That concludes this year’s tournament! Let us celebrate the strength of our sisters and the honor of our queen.

For the final time, the crowd erupts in cheers and applause, the colosseum vibrating as their feet stomp the stone. You, on the other hand, are still frozen in place, staring at the now-empty arena in a dreamlike trance.

Because, honestly? You’ve seen some weird stuff since falling into Eros’s mess. But this? This was something else entirely.

“Well, that was fun,” Eros says, a satisfied grin on his face.

You aren’t sure what part he finds entertaining - the brutal beatdown, the dramatic chanting or the part where Julie turns Natty into a complete slut - but you aren’t about to ask.

Instead, you just exhale, still trying to process everything. The Amazons were nothing like you expected For one, they weren’t running around in bronze skirts and wielding spears. For another, they seem very committed to their traditions. Maybe a little too committed.

Kazuha, who doesn’t seem a tad bit mesmerized by the whole thing, turns to Eros. “So? What now?”

He dusts off his shirt like he has just finished a casual brunch instead of witnessing the strangest event. “Now,” he says cheerfully. “we go meet the queen.”

You blink. “Wait. Just like that?”

Eros claps you on the back. “What, you think I’d throw you into a lion’s den without at least saying hi first? Come on.”

“But I thought Haneul tells us to-”

But Ero is already leading the way out of the arena, weaving through the crowd of Amazons, who are still cheering and exchanging bets on the fight. As you walk further, you are given a deeper glimpse into the city’s architecture - sleek marble streets, white stone buildings and towering statues. The place is ancient yet modern at the same time, like Themyscira has an unlimited budget for historical preservation and urban development.

At the heart of it all stands the palace - a grand structure curved into the side of a cliff, overlooking the sea. It’s massive, its pillars stretching up so high they practically scrape the sky, banners of deep crimson and gold hanging from the balconies.

Just as you are mentally preparing yourself for whatever nonsense Eros is about to pull, a sharp voice cuts through the air.

“You were supposed to wait for me!”

You turn to see Haneul storming toward you, her followers right on her heels. Her earlier composed expression has been twisted into a frustrated, furious glare, her arms crossed over her chest like a disappointed teacher catching a student sneaking out of class.

Eros, of course, looks completely unbothered. He just tilts his head, offering his usual smirk. “Oh? Were we?”

Haneul’s eye twitch. “Yes. You were. We are responsible for escorting you, and instead, you took it upon yourself to march straight to the Queen’s palace without permission.”

Kazuha lets out the quietest sigh, like she has expected this from the very beginning. You, on the other hand, are impressed that Eros has managed to annoy people this quickly.

Eros gives a nonchalant shrug. “Well, you found us, didn’t you? No harm done.”

“No harm-” Haneul inhales deeply, probably resisting the urge to strangle him. Instead, she turns on her heels. “Follow me. Properly this time.”

With that, she leads the way up the steps into the palace, her warriors flanking your group like a very fashionable prison escort. The inside is just as impressive as the exterior - gleaming marble floors, gold and silver sconces lining the walls, giant braziers casting flickering light across the high ceiling. More statues of the Amazons stand in neat rows along the corridor, their carved gazes watching you with every step.

You walk in silence until you reach a set of massive doors adorned with intricate carvings of warriors in battle. Haneul pushes them open and steps aside.

“Wait here,” she says, her tone making it very clear that you don’t have a choice in the matter.

Then, without another word, she and her warriors disappear beyond another hallway, leaving you alone in the throne room.

You exhale.

“Anyone else feeling like a prisoner right now?” you mutter.

Eros just grins. “Relax. We’re guests.”

Yeah. Sure.

With nothing else to do, you let your eyes wander around the throne room. It’s grand - because of course, it is - but in a way that’s more imposing than decorative. The walls are lined with banners depicting various Amazon victories, the fabric deep crimson with gold embroidery. Towering columns stretch up to a domed ceiling, where an enormous mural displays a battle scene so intense it looks like the figures might leap right off the plaster.

But the real centerpiece is the throne itself.

It sits atop a white marble platform, carved from dark stone that shimmer faintly under the torchlight. The armrests are shaped like roaring lion heads, their jaws open as if ready to bite. The backrest is tall and slightly curved and embedded in the very center of it is a large, gleaming ruby - the kind of thing that screams touch me and die.

Yeah. No pressure at all.

Just then, Julie strides into the room, now dressed in a more formal attire - flowing crimson robe fastened at her shoulders with golden clasps. Her hair, still damp from the battle, is slicked back and somehow, she looks even more intimidating this way. Behind her, Haneul follows in that sharp suit of hers and somehow, against all odds - Natty is back on her feet, dressed in something similar. There’s no sign of the bruises and exhaustion she should have sustained after getting thrown around like a ragdoll and fucked senseless. Either Amazon healing is on another level, or she just wants to look unfazed.

Julie ascends the platform and lowers herself onto the throne, one leg draped casually over the other. She doesn’t say a word, just rests her chin on her knuckles and looks at Eros expectantly, like well?

Eros, of course, steps forward with his usual effortless grace. “Your majesty,” he purrs, pressing a hand to his chest in an exaggerated bow. “I must say, witnessing the tournament firsthand was a privilege beyond measure. A true display of strength and honor. The stories hardly do your Amazons justice.”

Julie raises an eyebrow. She does not look flattered. If anything, she looks about five seconds away from throwing something at him.

“You’re a replacement, Eros,” she says flatly. “Not Ares.”

The words hung in the air, blunt and dismissive. Haneul and Natty stand motionless on either sides of the throne, their gazes unreadable, but you’re pretty sure Natty’s trying not to smirk.

Eros remains unfazed. He tilts his head, a knowing smile curling at the corner of his lips. “A harsh way to put it,” he muses. “but accurate. And yet, here I am, standing in his place. Doesn’t thay make me just as important?”

Julie exhales sharply, leaning back against her throne. “Cut to the point.”

Eros chuckles. “Straight to business - I admire that.” He steps forward, gesturing dramatically. “I come bearing gifts.”

Julie doesn’t react. She just stares at him, waiting.

You start to feel the realization sinking in. Whatever Eros is about to say, you just know you are not gonna like it.

There’s a beat of silence before Eros gestures grandly in your direction and declares, “I present you a most precious gift - one that will ensure the prosperity of the Amazons for generations to come.”

You blink. Wait.

Eros smiles. “Behold my offering: an angel!”

You whip your head toward him so fast you nearly get whiplash. “I’m sorry - what?”

Julie raises an eyebrow, finally looking mildly intrigued. “An angel?

“Indeed.” Eros nods, clearly pleased with himself. “Not only is he a capable warrior, but with his divine lineage, any offspring would be stronger, faster - even immortal”

Julie examines you like she’s considering a new warhorse. “And he’s aware of the risks?”

Eros places a hand over his heart, all mock sincerity. “Oh, absolutely. He understands the sacrifice and has chosen to offer himself willingly for the noble cause of Amazonian strength.”

You stare at him. Stare at him so hard you hope your eyes burn a hole through his skull.

Julie tilts her head, unimpressed. “He doesn’t look very willing.”

“Ah,” Eros waves a hand, “he’s just overwhelmed by the honor. If I can just have a word with him…”

He grabs both you and Kazuha by the shoulders and pulls you into a corner of the throne room, just out of earshot.

You rub your temples. “Let me guess. You want me to act like I’m totally on board with being served up on a golden platter?”

Eros sighs like he’s dealing with a difficult child. “Michael, at least pretend you knew all about this. You are making me look bad.”

“You didn’t tell me you were going to offer me as an Amazon breeding stock!” You keep your voice low, but it takes everything in you not to start strangling him.

Kazuha crosses her arms, ever the voice of reason. “The Amazons need men to reproduce. But once the deed is done they kill them.”

You freeze. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah,” Kazuha nods. “That’s how they’ve survived for centuries. They keep their bloodline strong and their society untouched by outside influence.”

You whirl back to Eros. “You’re handing me over to get murdered?”

Eros rolls his eyes. “Ugh, obviously not.” Then his lips curve into a knowing smirk. “That’s what the mark is for.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course. The mark.” You say, trying to sound as sarcastic as possible. Just one of the many situations Eros has put you into a situation that has zero chance of survival with the same excuse - ‘Hey! You have the mark! Use it to get yourself out! And don’t forget my order for a godly artifact!’

“Use the mark to overwhelm her. Make her your bitch. You know the drill by now,” Eros continues. “Then ask for the belt. Like you did to Persephone.”

You stare at him, then at Kazuha, then back at him. “You’re insane.”

Eros grins, taking the insult like a compliment. “Why, thank you.”

You sigh, rubbing your face. “Okay, let’s say I actually managed to succeed and get the belt. How am I supposed to get out of here? Just walk out of the front door like, ‘Oh hey, thanks for the hospitality. Let me just grab your most prized possession and I’ll be on my way’?”

Eros’s grin doesn't falter. “That, my dear Michael, is where the Ero app comes in. When it’s time, I’ll send you a little extraction method through your phone. So keep it close.”

You stare at him, feeling the last of your sanity slips away. “I hate you so much.”

“I know”

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You sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the ornate walls of the room they left you in. The flickering torchlight casts long shadows across the carved stone, the faint scent of burning oil filling the air.

Eros and Kazuha were gone. Back to the comfort of their little penthouse. How fair.

Your hands grip the sheets, clammy with sweat. You trust the mark of Asmodeus. It’s saved you before, pulled you out of countless near-death situations. But right now, sitting alone in this dimly lit chamber in the heart of an island full of warriors who could probably snap you in half like a toothpick, you feel something gnawing at you, clawing up at your throat like bile.

Panic.

You swallow hard, running a hand through your hair. The plan - if you could even call it that - was insane. Risky. Just plain stupid. The norm.

Your phone sits on the bedside table, Ero’s stupidly named ‘Ero App’ presumably waiting for some kind of signal. You eye it like it might suddenly spring to life and tell you this was all just a joke.

It doesn’t.

You take a deep breath, exhaling shakily. Okay. Just keep it together.

Before you can even attempt to calm yourself down, the door creaks open. You jerk upright, heart pounding as Haneul steps inside. She studies you for a moment, as if checking how high your panic meter is.

“Come with me,” she says simply.

You blink. “Uh…what?”

She tilts her head, clearly unimpressed. “You heard me.”

You hesitate. Weren’t they supposed to —? Isn’t this where it’s supposed to happen? You don’t exactly want to go through with it, but you were kind of bracing yourself for…whatever nightmare Eros had just thrown you into.

Haneul sighs, as if she can read your mind. “It’s a special occasion,” she says.

Your stomach knots. That doesn’t sound good. “Special how?”

She doesn’t answer, just gestures for you to follow. You grab your phone off the bedside table, clutching it like a lifeline, and trail behind her out the door.

The walk is long, twisting through endless tone corridors. The deeper you go, the quieter everything feels. The only sound is the echo of your footsteps and the occasional flicker of torchlight along the walls.

Finally, Haneul stops before a rounded stone archway. She pushes open the door with a single touch and leads you inside.

The room is circular, carved of volcanic rock, which gives the room an eerie atmosphere. The air is cooler here, almost reverent. Above, there’s a perfect circular hole in the ceiling, like an open eye to the sky. Moonlight streams through it in silvery beams, bathing the room in a dim glow. You shudder, reminded of the similar setup in Artemis’s verse.

A strange scent lingers in the air - herbs? Incense? It’s faint but oddly calming, like something meant to dull your senses.

You swallow hard, glancing at Haneul. “So….are you gonna tell me what this special occasion is?”

“You talk too much for an angel,” Haneul says, crossing her arms. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Then she leaves.

‘Angel my ass’ you think. You seriously need to start considering giving Eros a taste of his own medicine. This is getting out of hand.

Your eyes wonder about the chamber, considering a million ways this special occasion could go. If this place is where they perform the Holy Amazon breeding ritual or whatever, it doesn’t look so comfy. With all the hard surfaces, it would be a pain to roll around.

“Welcome,” The sudden greeting startles you. You blink, searching for the source. But it’s no easy task when half of the room is pitch black.

But you don't have to search for long. Because the speaker makes herself known.

From a dark corner of the room emerges Julie, like she has been molded into one with the darkness and has decided to separate for a moment.

“Look how surprised he is,” says another voice and you whirl around just in time to find Natty emerging from another corner.

This isn’t on the plan. Two Amazons? You are not prepared for this

But that’s not the worst part yet because another voice comes from right across the room.

“Thought he only has to deal with Julie. Poor boy.”

And the darkness breaks apart to reveal Haneul, smirking at your obliviousness.

You didn’t sign up for this. Not one. Not two. But three Amazons? They should just skip to the part where they kill you.

As the three women step fully into the moonlight, you are made aware of their outfit choice. Their bodies were bare, not a piece of clothing present. Every inch of their skin glistens under the silvery beams of light and you realize, they have oiled up. Your eyes roam over their naked forms, taking in every curve and cervice. Their tits are full and perky, nipples hard in the cool night air. Their hips are wide, asses firm and round. In normal circumstances, all those sparkling tits and asses would have gotten you an instant boner. But now, you are too busy thinking of a way to survive to care.

“Strip,” Julie commands, snapping you back to attention. “We want to see what we are working with.”

You hesitate only a moment before complying. It’s not like you have any other choice. You get out of your clothes, putting them in a neat pile. And most importantly, you shove your phone under. It’s the only way of escaping. Better keep it safe.

Their eyes drop to your crotch, widening in surprise. “Well well,” Natty remarks, licking her lips. “I didn’t know angels could be so big.”

Julie nods in agreement, her gaze still fixed on your hardening cock. “Mmm, a shame we have to kill him after. But better enjoy some real cock while I get the chance.”

Haneul grins mischievously. “Then what are we waiting for girls? Let’s put this boy to work.”

She gestures to the chamber’s floor. “Lie down, stud. On your back.”

You are not a big fan of back pain but you obediently lower yourself to the ground. The cool stone sends a shiver through you but it's surprisingly soft to touch. At least that’s a win.

The three women surround you, the moonlight caressing their oiled-up skin and making them look like goddesses descended from heaven.

Julie and Natty exchange a glance, a silent communication passing between them. Then, without warning Natty straddles your face, her massive ass engulfing your vision.

“Mhmm, smell that,” she purrs, grinding her cheeks against your nose and mouth. “That’s the scent of a real woman, bitch boy.”

You can’t breathe, can barely think as he soft flesh smothers you. All you can do is inhale the musky aroma of her most intimate parts, feel the slick oil coating your face.

Meanwhile, Julie and Haneul turn their attention to your cock. They kneel on either side of you, their heads dipping down towards your groin.

You feel a hot breath against your shaft, then a wet tongue lapping at the base. “Fuck, he’s huge,” Julie gasps, her voice muffled by your flesh. “It has been so long since I have tasted a proper cock. The last one was limp as hell. And he cries like a bitch when I put that sword through his chest.”

You don’t know if you should be proud or terrified. Maybe both. But it’s hard to think with Natty’s ass blocking your airways.

Julie takes you into her mouth, sucking hard as Haneul joins her. They take turns swallowing your cock, working in tandem, slurping and licking at your cock like it’s the tastiest treat they’ve ever had.

Your hips buck involuntarily, pleasure coursing through your veins. But there’s no escape - Natty just grinds harder against your face, locking you in place.

Left with no choice, you start licking, running your tongue along the slick folds of Natty’s pussy. She tastes musky, a bit salty from the oil, but underlying that is a sweetness that makes your head spin.

“That’s it, bitch boy,” Natty groans, crushing your face with the whole weight of her ass. “Eat that cunt like you mean it. Get me nice and wet.”

You do as she commands, delving deeper with your tongue, probing her uncharted depths. She’s hot and tight, her walls clenching around you as you lap at her juices.

Meanwhile, Julie and Haneul are working overtime on your cock. They suck you off in harmony, their lips stretched around your girth. They spit on your shaft, jacking you off with hands sticky from saliva and oil.

“He doesn’t even fit in both of my hands. This is what I call huge,” Julie says as she works your cock with both fists wrapped around your length. Haneul makes sure to spit and drool to make the movement slicker.

“I know, right? He would feel so good stretching me out,” Haneul agrees as she takes control of your cock back from Julie, pumping you with both hands just like her queen. But her hands are smaller, which gives Julie the chance to suck the tip while she works the base.

The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear. Your balls tighten, your cock throbbing with need. You’re so close to the edge, teetering on the brink of release.

But just as you’re about to explode, Julie and Haneul pull away. They grin down at you, your cock bobbing obscenely between their chins, dripping with their saliva.

“Not yet, stud,” Julie purrs. “That was just a warm up.”

With a wicked grin, Haneul swings a leg over your hips and lower herself onto your throbbing cock. She’s so wet, so ready, that you slide in easily, her tight pussy gripping you like a vice.

“Oh fuck yes,” she moans, her head falling back in ecstasy. “This cock feels so fucking good. So fucking huge.”

She starts to move, bouncing on your shaft with wild abandon. Her tiny perky tits jiggle the slightest with every movement, drawing your gaze like a magnet. You would have reached out to palm them, tweak those nipples between your fingers, if Natty’s ass has kept you imprisoned.

Natty’s getting even wilder, her movement frantic and her clit rubbing against your nose with every thrust. “Don’t forget about me bitch boy,” she snarls. “Get me off with that tongue.”

You comply eagerly, lashing at her clit, sucking on it greedily. She rides you harder, her juices flooding your mouth, coating your chin with her essence.

Julie watches from the sidelines, fingering herself to the sight of you being used so thoroughly. “Mhmm, look at you,” she purrs, her voice dripping with lust. “Such a good little toy, pleasing two pussies at once.”

Her words spur you on, making you thrust harder, deeper into Haneul’s tight heat. She meets your thrust with each bounce, trying to take you in even deeper.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Haneul screams as you start pistoning into her, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the chamber. “Don’t stop! Oh my god!”

There’s no way you would. Her walls squeeze you like they never want to let you go, making sure your cock stays buried deep until you have filled her nice and full.

But that doesn’t mean your service on Natty’s slit is in any way affected. If not, you devour her pussy even harder, specifically targeting her clit.

“Just like that, bitch boy. Don’t you fucking dare stop!” Natty moans, voice frantic. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum”

Haneul pussy clenches around your cock, her walls fluttering as she cums hard on your shaft. “Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!” she screams, her nails digging into your chest.

Her juices gush around you, drenching your balls, your thighs. She milks your cock with her muscles, writhing on top of you as the waves of pleasure crash over her.

Natty follows soon after, her pussy gushing like a fountain as she grinds against your face. “Yes, yes, make me cum, you little bitch!” she shouts, her thighs trembling around your head.

You lave her through her orgasm, swallowing every drop of her sweet nectar. The combined scent and taste of their pussies is almost too much to bear.

And then, with a final thrust, you erupt inside Haneul. Your cock jerks, pulsing as it pumps thick ropes of cum dep into her waiting womb. She moans at the sensation, grinding down on you to take every last drop.

Julie watches the whole scene with hooded eyes, her fingers buried deep in her own pussy. “Mhmm, what a good little boytoy,” she praises, pulling her digits out of her folds. “No way you didn’t knock her up.”

You pull out of Haneul’s well-fucked pussy with a wet plop, your cock slick with her juices and your own cum. Despite the huge load you have stored in Haneul, it’s still rock hard and ready for more.

That’s when you realized. The mark has not made itself known yet. Yet, you can feel its effect present. It’s not as strong as when it’s in full glory but nevertheless, it’s there. Either the mark considers Amazon not worthy of its presence or it's waiting for the right moment to strike. But that would mean the mark is alive.

You shrug off the thought. There’s more important things at hand.

Julie wastes no time, wrapping her lips around your shaft and sucking hard. She moans around your flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You watch as she slurps the mixture of your cum and Haneul’s pussy juices, savouring the taste.

Haneul rolls onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy is a mess, dripping with your seed. “Look at that,” she purrs, running a finger along her slit. “You filled me up so well. I’m going to be leaking for hours.”

But there’s no time to admire your handiwork. Natty is already positioning herself on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to you. “Don’t think you are done yet, bitch boy,” she growls, looking at you over her shoulder. “That fat cock is going deep in my ass.”

You have no idea how fucking her ass would help her continue the glorious Amazon lineage or whatever. But with an ass like hers, there’s only one place your cock’s going in. So you decide not to complain.

You kneel behind her, gripping her ass tightly. Your cock nudges against her puckered hole, seeking entrance. She’s tight, so tight, but you push forward, breaching her with a grunt of effort.

Julie presses against your back, her naked body slick with sweat and oil. She wraps her arms around you, her fingers finding your nipples and pinching them hard. “Fuck her good,” she whispers, breath hot against your ear. “Make her scream.”

You do as she commands, starting to buck your hips and easing your way slowly into her tight grip. It’s no easy task with how tight of an ass she has but it gets easier with each thrust.

You grip Natty’s hips tighter, your fingers sinking into her flesh as you slam into her ass over and over. Each thrust is harder than the last, your cock pummeling her tight hole mercilessly.

“Fucl, fuck, fuck!” she shrieks, her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. “You’re stretching me so wide, you fucking bastard!”

Julie continues her assault on your nipples, twisting and pinching the sensitive buds. The pain mixes deliciously with the pleasure of Natty’s ass gripping your cock like a vice.

You can feel her relaxing, her muscles giving way to your relentless pounding. Her hole opens up for you, letting you sink deeper with each thrust. “Take it, you dirty slut,” you growl, punctuating each word with a harsh snap of your hips. “Take my cock in your ass.”

She cries out, her fingers desperately trying to find something to hold onto only to graze the hard floor. Her ass jiggles with each impact, the flesh rippling under your hands. You pulls back your hand and deliver a sharp slap to each of her cheeks, leaving red handprints on her tan skin. “Ow! You fucking prick!” she yelps, glaring back at you over her shoulder. But you can see the glint of pleasure in her eyes, the way her ass clenches around your cock. Despite all Amazon pride, she loves this degradation, this treatment like a cheap whore.

Julie chuckles darkly, her lips brushing against your ear as she continues to whisper filthy suggestions. “Keep spanking her, make her ass nice and red. Look how she’s squealing like a slut.” Her hand slides down your chest, gripping your balls and giving them a gentle squeeze. “Stretch that ass nice and loose.”

Natty whimpers, her hips bucking against you, desperate for more of your brutal thrusts. Her pussy is sopping wet, her juice running down her thighs. You slide your hand between her legs, rubbing her clit in rough circles.

She cries out, her body trembling as you bring her closer to the edge Julie’s fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you lightheaded. “Go on,” she urges. “Finish her off.”

The pressure builds at the base of your spine, your balls drawing up tight. With a guttural groan, you bury yourself to the hilt in Natty’s ass, your cock throbbing as you unload spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside her. She screams, her body convulsing as the sensation triggers an explosive orgasm. Another waterfall of squirt erupts from her pussy, staining the dark floor even darker as her ass clenches down on your pulsing cock, milking you for every last drop.

Julie laughs darkly, the sound echoing off the stone walls. “What a filthy fucking slut,” she mocks, head on your shoulder. “Her holes won’t be closing for a while.”

As you pull your rod out of Natty’s ass, you scan the chamber. Haneul lies unmoving. Her legs still sprawled out and leaking a steady drip of cum. Wait, is she snoring? And of course, before you is the slut who just gets her ass fucked loose - Natty, who lies with her ass up in the air, eyes rolled up and tongue lolled out in a picture perfect ahaego.

However, there’s still one left for you to take on. The queen herself - Julie, who has watched her subjects getting their brains fucked out with amusement.

“No time to lose,” Julie says as she positions herself on her back, spreading her legs wide in a clear invitation. “Come and fuck the last pussy you will see in your life.”

This is a pretty uncomfortable spot.

You can go two rounds in succession but three? You are not built for that.

If the mark is waiting for the right moment to emerge, this is the time. Both Natty and Haneul are far from conscious and Julie is the only one left to deal with.

Please emerge.

You stare at your pelvis. A second passes. Then two. Nothing.

You might be fucked.

“If you are thinking about backing out now, it’s too late,” Julie warns, impatient. “So make the most of the last moments of your life.”

You try. You really want to. But there’s nothing much you can do with a limp spent dick.

“I thought you would be better than this,” Julie sighs as she gets to her feet. “I guess this is the end. Goodbye, angel.”

Before you can react, she throws a punch at your stomach and you double over, clutching your abdomen in pain. Your thoughts turn hazy and your vision blurred as agony spreads through your body. You try to scream but the sound gets stuck in your throat, leaving you wheezing like a wounded animal.

The mark has failed you.

You are going to die like this. In the hands of the Amazon queen.

The Ero app might save you but there’s no way you would make it to your phone in time.

It’s over.

“Huh. You are a tough one, I’ll give you that. Most would be dead by now,” Julie muses, circling you like a predator. “But it doesn’t matter. We’ll see how many hits you can take. Wanna make a bet?”

Her foot strikes you hard in the ribs with a sickening crunch and you roll over, gasping desperately for air as pain floods your veins. How many bones has she broken? It doesn’t matter. You are going to die anyway.

Your vision starts to turn murky, the darkness growing wider as you stare at the blue moon from the open ceiling. At least you would pass away with a view to die for. That’s something.

“Not so strong at all, are you? Eros baffles too much,” Julie says but her voice seems to grow quieter and quieter, like she’s moving away from you the more she speaks.

Then, as darkness has consumed almost every single frame of your sight, you start to see a glowing light.

Is that it? Are you finally permitted to enter heaven? Are the angels coming to bring you over?

Are you even good enough to enter heaven?

The light grows brighter, clearing the darkness until you can see clearly again.

Then you realize the light is not coming from anywhere.

It’s coming from you.

You sit up groggily and stare down at your pelvis, at the golden, glowing upside down pentagon of the mark of Asmodeus.

It’s back.

Once again, you have ascended godhood.

You feel your veins flood with power, your fractured bones healing. All the exhaustion has been washed away, replaced by pure, insatiable lust. And most importantly, your cock is back to its full length, every vein humming with energy like it can’t wait to fill a hole.

And fill a hole, you will.

“What the fuck?” Julie exclaims in terror as you rise to your feet, cracking your neck. “It can’t be….that filthy mark. No way it’s-”

You grin sadistically at the Amazon queen, who’s staring at the mark like it’s the most horrible thing she has seen in her whole life. Her face is pale, drained of color, without any of the initial cockiness.

“Oh, it’s very much real,” you answer her as you take slow approaching steps towards her. “And I will show you how ‘filthy’ it can be.”

Julie opens her mouth like she wants to protest but no sound escapes her vocal chords. Her eyes stay fixated on the brilliantly glowing mark.

“Stay away from me you fucking bastard!” she cries, raising her fists like they would be any effective. “Take one more step and I will kill you for real, this time!”

After countless encounters, it still comes to you as a surprise how those immortal beings - no matter how powerful they are - become scared out of their wits whenever they see the mark. It’s like a mutual phobia.

You chuckle, rejoicing in Julie’s fear as you continue to move towards her. Nothing can stop you now.

“Come on. Don’t be like that. You know there’s only one way out of this.”

“Die! You filthy animal!” Julie moves like lightning, bringing down a fist to your jaw. But there isn’t a need for you to dodge. Because the mark does more than required. In a combustion of energy, Julie is thrown back sprawling to the hard floor.

She grits her teeth, staring at you with eyes blazing with pure fury and hatred. You can see her face contorted with pain from the impact but it would be unlike a queen to back down so easily.

“If you think you are going to get away with this, you will be very wrong. Ares will come for your head!” she yells, along with a string of ancient curses you don’t understand.

“Well, he’s not here now, is he?” you chuckles. “So much for threatening me with your big daddy.”

“You fucker!” Julie pounces again with fists raised, bringing down their full might in another attempt to unalive you. But as usual, the mark conveniently throws her off.

You sigh, staring as she lays panting on the floor. “Come on dear, stop resisting.” Wait, did you just call her ‘dear’? God, Eros is such a horrible influence.

“You little-” She tries to throw one last fist to your stomach but her legs give out, and she falls on her back with a thud.

You shake your head in mock disapproval. “What a pity. The Amazon queen losing to a dick? That would make a pretty good joke, don’t you think?”

Julie still shows no sign of relenting, teeth bared in unspoken fury. But her body is too worn out to protest.

You stare down at her pathetic, helpless form before you plant your kneels on the cold floor. “What was it that you said? ‘Come and fuck the last pussy you will see in your life’ ? Well, you are correct for the most part.”

Julie tries to close her legs, trying to expel your cock, as if she wasn’t begging for it just a moment ago. But with a tight grip on her thighs, you spread them open with ease to reveal her glistening wet folds.

“Seems like your pussy doesn’t quite agree with you,” you muses. “What a lying bitch.”

You grip her neck, pinning her to the floor as you position yourself at her entrance. With a sharp thrust, you bury yourself inside her, stretching the tight channel around your thick shaft. The mark shines even brighter, bathing her body in gold and silver.

“Fuck, you are even tighter than those bitches,” you grunt, immediately setting a fast hard pace. You squeeze her throat, cutting off her air supply as you pound into her. There would be no mercy. None. This slut of a queen has it coming.

Julie tries to say something but her muffled sound is lost beneath the slap of flesh on flesh and the wet squelch of her pussy being ravaged. Her face twists in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Still snappy, are we?” You ask as you give her a particularly hard thrust, making her jolt in a strangled cry. This bitchy queen is still trying to protest but it’s evident her resolve is slowly wavering.

With each brutal thrust, some of her fury gets replaced by mind-numbing pleasure, the kind nothing but the mark can provide. You can see the hunger for your cock growing in her eyes, once alight with fury.

It doesn’t take long for her to succumb, though it’s still longer compared to her godly predecessors. But there’s no women that the mark can’t turn into a complete cock crazed slut.

Soon, her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her body arches up to meet your thrusts, her hips bucking shamelessly against you. You can feel her pussy clenching around your cock, her juices flowing freely as she loses herself to the sensation.

“That’s right, you filthy whore,” you growl, pounding her deeper, harder. “Take my cock like you were made for it.” Her pussy is a hot, slick heaven around you, gripping you like a velvet vice. “You act all great and mighty but deep down, you are just one big slut, aren’t you?”

She lets out a strangled cry, her body shaking as a powerful orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy flatters around you, the walls fluttering and squeezing your shaft. The sensation is exquisite, pushing you closer to the edge. But you’re not ready to cum yet. You have more plans for this desperate little slut.

You flip Julie over, roughly manhandling her onto her hands and knees. Without missing a beat, you sink back into her dripping cunt, gripping her hips tight. The new angle lets you plunge even deeper, your cock kissing the very entrance of her womb.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” she wails, her slutty cries echoing off the chamber walls. Her cunt clenches around you, still sensitive from her recent orgasm. “Please, don’t stop! Fuck me harder, ruin my fucking pussy!”

There. The queen of the Amazons has become yet another one of your cocksleeves. One more addition to your collection of mythological sluts.

You continue to pound into her with animalistic fervor. The wet slaps of your pelvis against her ass fills the room, punctuated by her deep cry and whimpers. You can ravage her like this for hours, even days, with the mark active. As much as you would like to, that’s not what you come here for.

You grab a fistful of Julie’s hair, yanking her head back to force her to meet your gaze. Her eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with lust. Her tongue darts out, licking her lips as she pants heavily. You can see the desperation in her expression, the need for you to keep fucking her, keep using her like the cock-hungry slut she is.

“Give me the belt,” you command, voice low and threatening. Your cock continues to piston in and out of her sopping cunt, but you slow your thrusts, keeping her on the edge but denying her the release she craves. “If you want me to keep filling this pussy, you better hand it over.”

“Please,” she whines, her hips bucking back against you, trying to take your cock deeper. “Don’t stop fucking me. I’ll do anything, just please keep going.” Tears of frustration gather in the corner of her eyes.

You chuckle darkly, tightening your grip on her hair. “Then give me the fucking belt of Hippolyta, slut.”

(It takes a while for you to memorize that name by the way)

Julie raises a hand, pam open and in a swirling mist of gold, something slender manifests out of thin air.

The belt.

It isn’t a belt in the modern sense - not some leather strap with a gaudy buckle. It’s a wide, intricately woven girdle, shimmering under the moonlight with golden threads that seems to shift and ripple like liquid metal. Ancient Greek inscriptions coil around it, each glowing faintly in steady pulses of energy. It wouldn’t take a genius to guess it’s extremely powerful.

You quickly snatch the belt from Julie’s grasp. She whimpers at the loss, her cunt clenching needily around your still-hard cock. You hold the belt up, admiring its craftsmanship before setting it on the floor, out of Julie’s reach.

“Good girl,” you praise, running your palms along her back, slick with sweat and oil. “You’ve been such an obedient little slut for me. Now I’m going to give you what you want.”

With a growl, you turn the pace of your thrusts back up. The chamber echoes with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, Julie’s wanton moans and your own grunt of exertion. You can feel your orgasm building, your balls drawing up tight as you chase your release.

“Cum for me,” you command, pistoning into her furiously. “Cum on my cock like the desperate fucktoy you are.”

Julie’s body trembles and convulses as her orgasm crashes over he like a tidal wave. Her pussy clenches around your cock, the walls fluttering and spasming as she cums hard on your shaft. The sensation is too much, pushing you over the edge.

With a roar of ecstasy, you bury yourself deep inside her, your cock pulsing as you empty your load into her willing cunt. Thick, hot ropes of cum shoot from your cock, flooding her pussy and filling her to the brim. Your seeds overflow, dripping down her thighs as you pump her full.

“Fuck,” you groan, grinding against her ass as you milk every last drop into her hungry cunt. You pull your cock out of her cunt and a gush of your combined fluids leak out, trickling down her thighs. She collapses face-first onto the stone floor, too spent to move, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her intense orgasms.

You stand up, taking a moment to admire your handiwork. All three Amazons, who had threatened to take your life, have been reduced to pleasure-drunk wrecks at your feet. The chamber is filled with the heavy scent of sex, a potent mix of sweat, cum and feminine arousal. The smell riles you up, filling your head with new ideas.

The mark finally dims and vanishes as it finally fulfills its purpose. Thanks to Karina, the gut-wrenching nauseous and fatigue aren’t there but you want nothing more than to get out of here as quickly as possible. You really hope Eros holds onto his promise for an escape route.

You grab the belt tight and scramble towards the pile of discarded clothes, your hands fumbling desperately under the fabric until your fingers find the cool surface of your phone. You yank it out and tap the screen, heart hammering in your chest.

A notification pops up.

“Houdini Act: One-Way Ticket to Freedom, Courtesy of Yours Truly ♥️”

Leave it to Eros to name an escape route like it’s a magic trick.

But before you can even press it -

BOOM.

A violent force erupts through the chamber, sending you flying backwards. You crashes onto the stone floor, the force through your bones. The air crackles with something dark and furious, and when you look up, you see a swirling mass of shadows coalescing in the center of the room.

Then, from the depths of the void, a figure emerges.

Glowing red eyes lock onto you, filled with raw, seething rage.

“You!” it growls.

As your eyes come back into focus, you take in the figure before you - a towering warrior clad in ancient Spartan armor, the kind that looks like it belongs in a museum exhibit titled “How To Die In The Most Brutal Ways Possible”. But where there should be a face beneath the helmet, there’s only darkness, a swirling abyss with nothing but two burning eyes set upon you.

Your stomach twists. You know who this is.

“Ares,” you mutter.

The war god doesn’t answer. Instead, he lifts a hand, and from the void, a spear manifests - long, jagged and pulsing with dark energy.

You don’t even have time to think before the spear comes hurtling towards you. You throw yourself to the side, rolling over the stone as the weapon smashes into the ground where you have just been, sending cracks spiderwebbing through the floor.

Clutching the belt tightly in one hand, your fingers desperately fumble with the phone.

“Come on, come on-”

Ares yanks the spear from the ground and lunges again. You barely manage to scramble out of the way, heart pounding as you desperately try to tap the notification.You duck, roll and scramble across the stone, fingers slipping on your phone screen.

“Just tap it, tap it-”

Easier said than done when you are butt naked, gripping a belt in one hand (you are starting to notice how heavy this thing is) and a phone in another, and the god of war us trying to turn you into a kebab.You really wish you still have the mark.

The next attack comes too fast. You twist, but the spear’s tip scales your side, tearing through flesh. Pain erupts as warm blood gushes down your skin. Your vision blurs, but through sheer adrenaline, your thumb finally slums against the notification.

Instantly, a column of light bursts down from above, engulfing you in a golden glow. Relief floods through your veins - you’re getting out -

But then Ares moves.

The war god’s spear slashes through the light.

A deafening crack splits the air. The world shatters in an explosion of blinding energy, and you are hurled backwards, your body weightless, your mind slipping. The last thing you register is the roar of chaos and the taste of blood before everything turns to black.

🖤 🖤 🖤

Everything aches.

You feel like you have been trampled by a band of horses and then set on fire for good measure.

You can feel something soft beneath you - silk, maybe. It cushions your aching body but the relief is fleeting, drowned out by the cold breezes drifting through the space and brushing against your skin. Somewhere distant, you can hear the rhythmic chirping of birds. The scent of salt lingers in the air.

Are you back in Eros’s place?

You force your eyes open, blinking against the blur clouding your vision. Everything is hazy, shifting, the world refusing to come into focus.

Then a shadow moves above you - a figure, tall and poised. A woman.

“You’re finally awake,” she says, her voice carrying a lazy amusement, as if she’s been waiting for this moment. Then, after a beat, she tilts her head and smirks.

“You’re lucky I haven’t turned you into an animal.”

🖤 🖤🖤

This is the first time I write multiple idols at once. Hope you like it.

Have a Chaewon to suffice for the lack of Chaewon pic in the cover.

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madamechrissy · 18 hours ago

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Baby You're No Good part three preview- spoilers if you haven't read part two!

Pairings - Cult leader/clan Leader Geto x F! reader

Warnings- just a whole bunch of angst (chap will be explicit and NSFW but this section isn't) say hi to Satoru hehe

Satoru pulls up his white wrapped blindfold, one cerulean eye meeting yours, swirling storms that you could never forget, looking back at Suguru, glossy lips turning up in a smirk. Suguru scowls right at him, when Satoru puts his hands in the pockets of his dark blue pants, tilting his silvery locks as he steps just a bit closer, his shoes glinting under the light with each step.

“A non-curse user married to the infamous Suguru Geto.” Satoru whistles now, walking closer until he’s right in front of you.

“Arranged marriage.” Suguru says, making you tense, feeling sick to your stomach, sure you know it’s true, but…

Perhaps you thought you were a little more?

“Ah, need me to take her off your hands?” Satoru taunts, grinning as he puts his blindfold back on, and you watch Suguru stiffen, before he glares.

“The fuck you say?”

“You hate humans, I’ll take her with me. Sure she’d prefer that over certain death, hmm?”

“You won’t take her any fucking where.”

“Why, it’s forced, right?” Satoru’s lilting voice was laced with sarcasm, as he looks right through Suguru, the way you do, the way Shoko had so casually the day he last saw her, the way only people…

People he loved did.

Fuck he can’t, he doesn’t, but as Satoru brushes your hair back gently and you eye him curiously, he grips one of Satoru’s wrists tightly, and he can feel the goddamn gaze behind that blindfold. Knowing, still caring somehow, though Suguru doesn’t deserve his care, nor does he deserve you.

If he loved you enough, he’d let you run the fuck away with Satoru, perhaps he could keep you safe, from the monster Suguru had become.

But he can’t stand the thought of you gone.

“Is it because she’s pregnant?”

“What!?” Suguru demands, and he lifts his blindfold again, eyeing you with those powerful six eyes, as you touch your tummy, looking at Satoru in shock.

“It’s brand new, won’t even show up on a test, but you are.” Satoru’s voice is just a little soft, you could feel how he felt horrible for you, but also you could still feel the love he had for his former best friend.

“You can see?” You murmur softly, as Suguru’s lips are parted.

“I can see a lot. I see you care about her, hmm?”

“You need to leave, to prepare for when I come.”

“Suguru!” His name on your lips makes him pause, as you look at him with tears now. “You can’t do it.”

“Oh I can’t hmm?” Suguru’s struggling to remember his motives, all he can think of is that there’s a fucking baby in you already.

“You can’t do this, what life will this baby even have?”

“A better one, when the scum is off this earth.”

“Including her?” Satoru says now, and Suguru’s jaw locks, violet eyes narrowed with his lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, the wind starts whipping around the three of you, as you feel Satoru’s immense energy. It’s far surpassing Suguru’s, intense to withhold as it surrounds him. “If you hate humans, you hate her.”

“That’s… she’s mine.”

“Your human?”

“She’s my…” He stands in front of you now, as Satoru grins, chuckling just a bit. “She’s my wife and has my heir, she won’t leave my fucking sight.”

Suguru never wants you to leave him, the thought makes his heart clench with fear, his very energy shifting, and Satoru picks up on it. “Oh so you’ll just kill her once she has your heir?”

“No I…”

“Why not?”

“Satoru fuckin' leave, go prepare now because I sure the fuck am coming prepared to kill everyone in that city, including you.”

Suguru stomps away, as Satoru sighs, stepping closer to you.

“You alright here?” He murmurs, you nod then, carefully. “I can get you out of here.”

“You what?” You blink just a bit, and Suguru is shouting your name, glaring at the two of you.

“You love him too, don’t you?”

“No! God no…” You falter, and Satoru exhales, brushing the backs of his fingers across your cheek, and you feel Suguru summon a curse right around you, making you gasp.

“Back the fuck off.” Suguru speaks through gritted teeth, Satoru just smirks, waving off Suguru’s curse like it’s nothing.

“You see them.”

“Yes, I can, some… family trait.” You murmur softly.

“Hmm, interesting. I can still take you away, just say the word.”

You hate Suguru.

Suguru is a psycho murderer.

Right?

“Or…”

“Or?” Suguru’s now got his people around him, his cult, his minions, making you sick as they gather, as if they’re putting a dent in Satoru Gojo.

“Or… you try to stop him.”

“Me!? He fucking hates me, he thinks-”

“Nah. He certainly doesn’t hate you, in fact… maybe only you can get through to him.” He rubs the back of his neck, as Suguru and his group start stepping forward. “I’ve tried, I’m… fucking tired.”

“If you don’t get through, how can I?”

“He feels something. Try to… just buy me some time could you?” You gulp now, as you touch your stomach again.

“I’ll try, Gojo.”

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bnyf · 24 hours ago

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╭﹕୨୧﹒ yandere pirate x willing mermaid reader ♡

┊ warnings : yandere content and themes, unhealthy behaviors, relationship and relationship dynamic, suggestive, stalkholm syndrome, kidnapping, size difference

╰﹕୨୧﹒ authoress note : requested ♡ still having trouble writing smut but i'll get there! thank you anon for requesting apologies for how long this took ^_^

greedy fucking man. so, so greedy. he's so manly too. such an earthly being with all his earthly cravings. him and his men, moving from island to island to plunder every village and kingdom of it's golds, treasures and riches.

god, men were such pleasure bonded creatures. men are greedy.

and yet you admired them, and yet you loved them, wanted to be like them, walk in their shoes. you had no idea just how cruel men were. but you were about to find out.

you'd always swim up to the surface to watch humans, to study and observe what they were like. sure, your father had told you all the tall tales about how horrible humans were, yet you choose not to believe him. foolish.

worst yet, you wanted to be like those beings, which scared your father and made him ban you from going on the syrface again. but when did a dumb little fish like you ever listen to the echos of the back of the hallow head of yours? better yet, those who know better like your father?

exactly. that's why your now his property.

whomst? you may ask? the very same greedy pirate, that barbaric man, that your father warned you about.

you were not supposed to be on the surface, espcially at night. but you wanted to spy on the pirates who'd crashed in for the night. pirates don't usually park there boats up on land but when they do, it's probably to plot a raid.

and then little ole you got carried away, trying to steal a few goods from the humans when you were shamelessy caught by no other than the crew's captain. a large, muscular, bulk of a man. his eyes gave everything away though, those dark orbs held nothing but humanly desire and evil in them.

"well, well, well," his barren of a voice rumbled from his chest, speaking to you in a low tone. "are you lost, little mermaid? shh, it's alright dear, i won't hurt a sweet little thing like you. i promise. but, i won't return you either, since you're in my territory, you belong to me. finders keepers, amiright?"

he snatched you up like nothing and dragged you even further away from the ocean. and you helplessly wiggled in his grasp. from then on, he ordered his men to build a little portal fish tank, just good enough for you to fit and swin from point A to point B.

you were restricted heavily, being only allowed to see him and speak to him. any crewmate who dares hold any sort of interaction with you would be slaughtered mercilessly and their body thrown overboard. to say the captain was infatuated with you would be a mere understatment. that man wanted to curl up into your mind and preoccupy it 24/7.

you were treated like a pet. fed, bathed, and completely taken care of, all your needs and wants were meet each time, all you had was to do was say it and he'd present it. he has too much gold, jewels, diamonds, lavish silks, treasures, ect. anyways. he doesn't like sharing but now with his littld mermaid darling here? he might as well rip out his heart and present it to you. he wants to share his entire life with you, and hopefully you'd want that too right?

his words like poison, his calloused hands that have killed to many to count always wrapped around you, those insane eyes drinking you down like a gold glass of water on a sunny day, and his long beautiful unkept hair, braids messt and all tickling your face.

his voice made you wonder if he were a siren in disguise.

"have you had enough for the evening darling? or is your appetite insatiable like mines?" he cracked a chuckle, his lips touching your ears. that man did not care if he was wetting his clothes everytime he had to get phsyical with you. and that meant two things actually, if you know what i mean~

you of course noded. at this point you've accepted this and have become completely compliant. you were strange to him. sure. women would fling themselves at him, he had no qualms with getting laid but you? you were confused, then curious, now complaint and it made him wonder if you wanted this all along.

it made him confident actually. he didn't hold back to be weird, touchy or crazy over you. because you liked it, right? you loved when his hands roamed your body, when he explored you, his crazy words like "if you dare look at another man on this boat i'll punish you serverly... after i've killed that motherfucker of course."

and

"you belong to me, you're sole purpose is to bear my children, entertain me, and enjoy all the amazing pleasures this world has to offer. do you understand? if you do, say 'yes husband'."

and you did. you nod in agreement to him and uttered those words like it was nothing. he loved you for that. he didn't have to do to much to break you, you were already broken to begin with.

but he wanted to see just how far gone you were... so, one lovely midnight, after a harsh day of pirate work (read: plundering, killing, raiding, conquring all that belonged to him, rightfully.) your beloved husband took you to the sea for the first time in ages, watching you seemlessly swim about as your scales on your tail shimmer like diamonds in the pale moonlight, and that beautiful iridescent color shines through it, as though it's almost transparent. he can see through your lower half a little like an angel fish.

he only marvels at your wonderfulness. but when you swam up to him, placing your hand on his beating chest and looking up at him with nothing but love and admiration. something in him just... snapped. you were so much smaller than him, most your body mass being your tail. his strong arms reach for your waist his mind was going insane with lust. a beautiful being like yourself had such feelings for him despite the fact that he kidnapped you and kept you away from society.

was it stalkholm syndrom?... well, whatever it was now he knew for sure you were just as insane as him and it wasn't just fear why you were complyubg to him.

there was no formalities whatsoever. not even a plain subtle kiss, he straight on kissed your lips and stuck his tongue inside your mouth. a wet, messy make out session before you'd feel his length poking you.

it will be an entirely long night for you both.

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misswynters · 2 days ago

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Picking baby names isnt easy...

short drabble

featuring. ekko x pregnant! reader

a/n. im sorry i just cant get enough of it, seriously (idk what this is but here you go everyone!) back from the dead

Soft rain sounds pattered against the windows as you sat in Ekko’s hideout, your feet propped up on a stack of cushions. The dim light cast a warm glow over the room, highlighting the scattered trinkets and gadgets Ekko had been working on. You were wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, feeling cozy despite the growing weight of your belly.

Ekko paced back and forth across the room, muttering to himself as he tinkered with two small devices. He recently told you he was working on there cute anklets for the twins that would alert him if they were ever in danger. He already made one for you, at the back of it there was a small watch that could turn back time. But he emphasized that it should only be used if you were in a situation you knew you couldn't make it out alive. Luckily you never needed to use it. ANYWAYS. His movements were restless, like he couldn’t sit still. You watched him with a small smile, finding his energy endearing.

“Ekko,” you called softly, and he glanced up, his hands still fiddling with the wires.

“Yeah, Firefly?” he replied, tilting his head at you.

“Come sit with me,” you said, patting the space next to you.

His face softened immediately. “In a minute,” he said, though you could see him hesitating.

“Ekko,” you said again, a bit more pointedly. “I’m pregnant, and I want cuddles. Now.”

That did it. He set the baby anklets down with a laugh and crossed the room to you. “You always know how to get your way, huh?” he teased, plopping down beside you.

You leaned into him with a grin. “It’s a talent of mine.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. His other hand instinctively went to your belly, where the twins gave a small kick in response. Ekko’s eyes lit up, his grin spreading across his face.

“The little ones active today,” he murmured, rubbing slow circles over your stomach.

You hummed in agreement, resting your head on his shoulder. “Probably because their dad never sits still.”

“Hey!” he protested, though his laugh gave him away. “I’m totally calm and chill.”

“Sure you are,” you teased, giving him a playful nudge.

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, listening to the rain and enjoying the quiet. Then, out of nowhere, you felt a small pang in your back. A sharp pain that made you wince.

Ekko noticed immediately, his eyes wide with concern. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is it the twins?”

You shook your head, trying to wave him off. “It’s just a little back pain. Comes with the territory.”

But Ekko wasn’t having it. “Alright, that’s it,” he declared, gently guiding you to lean forward a bit. “You’re getting a massage.”

You laughed, trying to protest. “Ekko, you don’t have to—”

“Shhh,” he cut you off, already starting to work his hands over your shoulders and back. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and you felt yourself relax almost immediately.

“Better?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Much better,” you admitted, melting under his care.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Good. Gotta take care of my Firefly.” You couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, your heart swelling with affection. Ekko always had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world.

“Y’know,” he said after a moment, his hands still kneading your shoulders, “I’ve been thinking about what we should name the them.”

“Oh?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “What ideas do you have?”

He grinned, clearly excited. “Okay, hear me out: what if we name them something cool, like Blaze and Nova?”

You laughed, the sound filling the room. “Ekko, those sound like superhero names.”

“Exactly!” he said, his grin widening. “Our twins are going to be heroes. Just like their mom.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “And their dad,” you added.

You sat there for a bit pondering about names to give the twins since you were going to be due soon. Never even given the though of giving them a name yet. "What about Noa and April?" you added looking at him, with cute clear eyes. Trying your hardest to find the twins some good names. Who knew it would be tough.

"Eh, Personally I don't like it. Anyways," Ekko’s expression softened at that, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. You couldn't believe he quickly switched the subject. “We’re gonna be a good team, Firefly. You, me, and the little ones.”

You leaned into his touch, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “I know,” you said softly.

Suddenly, Ekko shifted, kneeling down in front of you so he was eye-level with your belly. “Alright, babies,” he said, his tone has a hint of mockery with serious undertone. “You better behave in there and stop giving your mom back pain, or we’re gonna have a few words when you get out.”

You burst out laughing, covering your face with your hands. “Ekko, you’re hilarious!”

He grinned up at you, his eyes sparkling. “Yeah of course i am.”

“I love you,” you admitted, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair.

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to your belly. “And I love you, too. All three of you.”

The sweetness of the moment made your heart ache in the best way. Ekko was everything you could’ve hoped for: supportive, loving, and just the right amount of goofy.

As he climbed back onto the couch beside you, he wrapped you in his arms, holding you close like he never wanted to let go. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I’m really lucky to have you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ekko tightened his hold on you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Nah, Firefly. I’m the lucky one.”

And as the rain continued to fall outside, the two of you stayed curled up together, safe and warm in each other’s arms, dreaming of the bright future ahead.

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scorpio1205 · 2 days ago

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Daddy Issues (Trigger warning!)

Summary: 16 year old Bambi is having a hard time and needs comfort (This is set before Matt and Bambi are together)

Warnings: swearing, crying, pushing, daddy issues, Bambi opening up, absent dad, breakdowns, and slight fluff

It had been two days since the triplets had heard from Bambi, which was completely out of the ordinary. Bambi was someone who always texted back immediately even if she was upset. It's just who she was, she never wanted someone to think she was ignoring or mad at them.

Bambi had started talking to her father again and things seemed to be going well..... Well that was the last thing the triplets had been told about it.

Matt was sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal when Mary Lou walked into the kitchen on the phone. She had a more somber look on her face which made Matt sit up.

"What happened?"

Mary Lou shushed him nodding to what whoever she was on the phone with said closing her eyes with a soft sigh "Alright, I'll tell them to stop by." She put her phone down sadly turning to Matt slowly. The look in her face was something he's never seen before.

"Mom. what's wrong?"

"Where are your brothers?" She whispered softly.

"Out with Nate and Madi. Why?"

"Bambi.... Bambi isn't doing too well right now.... She locked herself in her room, she won't talk to anyone-"

Matt immediately stood up putting his bowl in the sink and grabbing the car keys not giving Mary Lou a moment to finish speaking as he rushed out the door.

He was beating himself up mentally. He should've known something was up when he texted her and she didn't respond to him. He needed to get to Bambi.

Bambi was laying curled up in her bed, the song Good Enough from the show empire playing through her room on repeat. She hadn't moved in two days. God, how could she be so stupid. It was the same cycle and each time she believed it would be different.

She knew better, she always knew better. She wanted... no she needed to believe things would be different. But they never were.

As the song restarted her door opened but she didn't move assuming it was her mom again.

"Bambi....." Matt spoke softly closing the door behind him before walking over to her.

She looked at him through the darkness of her room before laying her head back on her pillow. "Go away, Matty."

"L-listen.. I know I'm not Nick or Chris....But I can still be here for you..." Matt walked closer to the bed trying to figure out how to get her to talk to him, how to get her to open up.

She sat up looking at him. "Matt-"

"No. No. I know you're upset. but you don't get to do that." He turned on her light. "I'm one of your best friends. I love you and you don't get to shut me out when I know you need me the most."

"Why can't you just leave me alone!" She stood up and snapped at him , though you could tell by the look in her eyes that she was gonna break

He looked at her trying not to take it personal, he knew she was hurting and that before she got sad she got angry. That's just how she handled her emotions. It's how she coped with her feelings, especially when it came to her father. "Just talk to me" He whispered moving closer to her.

She pushed him away from her "Go home, Matty"

He stumbled back a bit but stood his ground "No."

"Go" She began to shake slightly but not out of anger, she was about to crumble and he can tell.

"Bambi." He whispered taking her wrist into his hand and pulling "I love you....Please talk to me."

Her lip began to quiver uncontrollably "Why.... Why doesn't he love me?" A sob broke through immediately hiding her face into his chest.

Matt's heart broke immediately wrapping his arms around her. "I-I don't know, Bam."

"What's so wrong with me that he can't just stay." She sobbed, "W-why am I not good enough for him"

"You aren't the problem." He whispered softly. "He is a terrible, awful human being. You.... You're perfect." He moved the to sit down on her bed.

She got really quiet for a moment. "Don't leave me, Matty."

He looked her in the eyes, his thumb gently wiping away her tears "I'd never leave you....."

She nodded pulling him to lay down with her. Once he was laying next to her, she moved into his side pulling her quilt over them.

His arms moved around her resting his chin on her head, closing his eyes and taking in her scent. She smelled like hot chocolate and a bit of weed. "you smell like weed." He mumbled with a small smile.

"Stole some from my mom" She mumbled.

He snickered "I'm not surprised"

After about 10 minutes of silence she spoke. ".....He's mad that I don't always text him first."

"What?"

"My dad..... He hadn't texted in like 2 weeks.... So I called him and told him that it upset me that he hadn't texted me, that I thought we were working on building a relationship.... that he said he wanted to get to know me...... And in order to get to know me he has to text me.... Apparently that upset him cause he started to yell at me, he told me that the phone works both ways and that I shouldn't act like a child...."

Matt's jaw clenched hearing this. Every time he heard about Bambi's father he was tempted to fly down to New York and kick his ass himself.

"That upset me so I started to yell at him, because I am a child....I'm his child and he knows nothing about me.... He can't tell me my favorite color, o-or what my favorite food is.... He doesn't know my allergies..... That I'm surprised he even knows my birthday or that people call me Bambi.... He only remembers he has a kid when he has a new girlfriend and she wants to meet me or around the holidays. He's barely my father he's a sperm donor who my mom should've put on child support." She rambled her eyes still filled with tears, but they were no longer sad tears, they were angry tears.

Matt scoffed. "He's such a fucking dick."

"Then he started talking shit about my mom. Said that she was the reason I felt that way... And that when I can finally form my own opinion on him to give him a call, then he hung up on me."

"You deserve better, Bam. I doesn't deserve you." Matt whispered kissing her head.

She nodded softly clinging to him her eyes closing in emotional exhaustion which Matt noticed and let her go to sleep before leaning down and whispering "You are the strongest most beautiful girl in the world... And if he can't see that. Then he isn't worth the tears you waste crying over him. I love you more than you'd ever know."

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infernothechaosgod · 2 days ago

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A thing I dont see many people talk about is how in epic mickey one of the biggest and also best flaws mickey has is the fact he figures out he caused the thinner disaster early on but he chooses to never tell anyone untill he's about to make up with oswald and it crushed under him that "alright if were making peace it has to be true I need to tell them now or else it will just beasicly be a lie"

because he does realize that he caused all this earier on but never tells anyone nor does he try to, I don't think its even brought up how HE MADE the shadow blot fully by himself even though it was an accident its something he caused and again he KNOWS he knows that but he just doesnt tell anyone

like its not brought up by the narrative but he was keeping that a secret from everyone and it WAS ON PURPOSE alright like he could have told gus or anyone else or he could have tried to but coudnt get to it and oswald getting angry enough to free the shadow blot still could have happened but he didnt even try to do that before that scene and honestly it makes me wonder if he would try to fully keep it under if not for it

like dont get me wrong mickey obviously is still a good character who helps around ALOT while activley fixing the concequences of those mistakes through the entire game BUT AT THE SAME TIME he does choose to keep everyone unaware of the fact those are concequences of his actions, that does recontextualize the whole thing alot

I love it when characters have bigger flaws and make bad decisions even if the narrative is dancing around it mwahahahahah

#mickey mouse #epic mickey #epic mickey rebrushed #em #flames random letters

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vitrificvitriol · 1 year ago

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Late night sketch

Bonus Astrotrain, who is waiting very patiently outside for them to stop fucking around:

#doooooonnnnnt. ask me about the perspective grid. it’s nonexistent. I have no idea what I was doing #I have Covid rn so I’m hella addled 💀💀 I just woke up and I’m like dawg what the hell is this #it’s alright though it’s still Good Enough for Me!#good enough that my brain stops tellin me that I gotta draw smth like this #valveplug #my art #tf perceptor #transformers #tf dead end #tf astrotrain #ALSO. fuckin. dead end’s crotch plate is so goddamn pointy and long I just. shortened it because what the hell lmao #his valve and spike would look so weirdly positioned if I did it as usual #deadceptor

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kastillia · 8 months ago

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Gott ist tot.

#...do you know?#god-ish #pinocchiop #hatsune miku #vocaloid #tw/ smoking #i genuinely don't know how to tag this i think i'm lost #alright let me explain #i've known of a couple vocaloid producers for a while now from playing the caligula games #but it wasn't until i started playing bandori last october that i kinda fell down a hole lmao???#don't get me wrong i still know very little about vocaloid HOWEVER i'm a big fan of the covers #anyway my favourite bandori band covered god-ish and i fell down the rabbit hole listening to covers lol #ras and hibari watarai's covers are my favourite :)#ado (obviously) and cocolu genjin's are also good though #man listening to japanese music used to be so easy... i couldn't get distracted trying to sing along bc i don't speak the language #but y'know when i hear a song enough times i'm gonna want to sing along... even if it's a different language #so now listening to japanese music IS distracting while i'm working...#but i'm still gonna do it you can't stop me #also that's definitely how smoke works trust me i looked at pictures (no i didn't)#my favourite thing about people covering vocaloid songs is when they commission artists to draw their avatars in the same style-#-as the original art :) very fun to look at and also lowkey inspiring #kas vocaloid oc when...? just kidding #...maybe #UHH ANYWAY BYE FOR NOW #my art

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unproduciblesmackdown · 2 months ago

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what in the. see this is why it's a good thing that multiplayer videogames especially are about having fun & being yourself like what do you mean disguised spies automatically had the speed of the disguise's class & everyone's like yea if i wasn't always going for the scout disguise i'd kill myself right now. i'd be like haha can't catch Me out supposedly the extra slow or extra fast class >:) i am a harmless engineer

#something something like ah as scout you move fast & can be allll the way over there & your line of sight is above your Visible head #devastating. sure i Always could've looked these things up but i just like figured. don't disguise as heavy or scout; a plausible limitatio #i mean i guess i always did okay as spy b/c like in random lobbies there's just more chaos factor so like. no Your Je Ne Sais Quoi is off #even in terms of like ''why would xyz class being doing abc rn'' like who can say....i sure can't like #never knew the maps much less their Strategic Points for Whatevering. rarely tried being a Real Engineer like where do i put shit #or real demo like i don't want a team to think that role is covered. it is basically not. or a soldier even when i think that was like #recommended basic / beginner role. well i never figured out how to rocket jump reliably so jot that down #heavy pretty straightforward. medic i figured out soon enough you're Mostly supposed to support a heavy lol like okay if we need one #go figure i never seemed to do well as pyro; an alright scout probably like you really can have fun & be yourself zooming around like that;#sniper i was okayish too like yeah perhaps i can lurk & take out a heavy. or get into an intractible [the snipers are fightinnnng]#spy also okayish like again w/chaos on my side sure maybe i can sabotage turrets backstab a sniper heavy medic & cloak away....#but also all this like No special abilities or weapons. i don't even have the basics down lol. what is this link talking abt trickstabbing #are they not all trickstabs lol....apparently not exactly. i am discerning it is the art of [spy backstab] plus Juking #so i guess anything but the theoretical standard Surprise Approach. ''that know they are a spy'' ''in difficult situations''#ppl listing off a bunch of Named Trickstab Maneuvers lmfao talk about kill me. good thing videogames are about having fun & being yourself #also that i couldn't play tf2 now if i wanted to. which eh i kinda do b/c the whole time it Was like yeah this'll be a mess but haha whee #again good thing that ppl theoretically can now though? vs whatever peak ''so matches are overrun w/bot players'' times #why was that a thing at all. something something Items okay. alright back at things i Can do after another Looking Stuff Up tangent #prior geological eras into Big Events on that scale into Large Insects into lol giant water bug i.e. weird but in charge of the nighttime #i'm just still arm slung around tf2 like a smissmas miracle despite it all for sure #& it really even is that rare Games I've Actually Played Myself Ever....it really is....#hey what in the disguised enemy spies can be healed too? & like for real not just Appearing to be? what a menace lmao

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welcometoteyvat · 10 months ago

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ok very interesting quest in hsr

#theyre getting better at this writing shit #hsr spoilers #tho i think dh and jy was still kinda random lol i guess it made sense since it was a dream(?)...#i haven't seen enough people crying abt misha but to me. its sadge we can't see him on the train anymore :( but he got #his wish.... he talks abt always wanting to go on the express and traveling and he did it.... he made it!! so im happy for him :')#aven pisses me off lowkey ipc hater group. whatever tho #i like where they went w robin so now i'll just wait for sunday #also the boss design is so nice and cool and very reminscent of ena but fuck the gameplay oh my god i hated fighting sundays mecha body #so much .... i swear if robin's gonna need those materials i'll just be like . 🧍‍♀️#much to think about though. at the same time i actually have no idea what happened and need to read a plot summary #hsr #they also need to stop putting elements that i don't have built like genuinely besides gui.naifen and hime.ko i have 0 fire chars #and id rather not use ms train navigator bc she doesn't seem good against bosses #robin and sunday are intriguing and so is boothill.... neutral on fire.fly but i guess she's alright at least she improved from getting #murdered for shock value in 2.0 #ramblings!#oh one more thing sunday apologist i dont think what he did was necessarily right i just want to chew on him like a toy #hoyo loves their characters falling out of giant robots #chicken wing boy pls be playable i'll pull he's so funky a bit in over his head but we love a biblical coded guy w savior complex #oops edit: also wtf is the state of the family rn we kinda just fought sunday fought sunday again for real this time and then he fell #and penacony went back to reality??? or what? maybe i'm not comprehending or maybe there's another part to this???????

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chiropterx · 2 years ago

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WHICH DND CLASS SUITS YOUR PERSONALITY?

Artificer

You’re a logical person who wants to understand how the world works and, more importantly, how you can make it better. You’re a creative, out-of-the-box thinker who may be good at working with your hands. You’re the type of person who will take apart a clock to figure out how it works. You’re fascinated by the idea of what could be, but you’re also grounded enough to be aware of your limits.

Specifically, an Alchemist

An Alchemist is an expert at combining chemicals to produce mystical effects. You’re an open-minded and creative person who is not afraid to take a risk now and then in the pursuit of your creations or experiments. You’re curious and will do just about anything you can to satisfy that curiosity. You like to try new things and you see failure as a good learning opportunity. At times you might seem a little unpredictable, chaotic, or eccentric but there’s usually a method to your madness. You’ve got a sharp, analytic mind and you’re practically overflowing with new ideas.

Tagged by;; @noetic-noesis-noein Tagging;; Anybody who hasn't done this yet!

#🦇 || dashboard games #🦇 || memes #This was pleasant to come home to!#Still feeling a bit iffy about writing again but should be alright once the mood passes #You ever get that feeling that no matter how hard you try it just isn't good enough?#Feeling like that but with a lot of other things #I know it's just in my head though #Can't keep dwelling on negativity #This quiz was very fun though thank you for tagging me!#It's VERY apt for Kirk too haha!

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disdaidal · 6 months ago

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i've gained a whopping 5 followers on tweety since this june when i started my ff7 account there, and today i received my first 'official' request for vg photography from a 'mutual' there—for a couple of rarepairs (mods or without).

... don't mind if i do.

#personal #don't get me wrong; tweety is still shit for a lot of things #and this fandom is no exception (🔥🤐)#but interaction-wise? the good kind? it's alright #i've had less energy for making gifs lately but more energy for playing with different mods and learning how to take vg photography #especially after i found this one camera mod on patreon that unlocks a lot of stuff in different video games #(and. oh man. the things i've discovered *giggles*)#so i took plenty of shots at one point and posted some of them here and there and yeah. that's how it happened i guess #someone even reposted one of my rarepair shots on twt but to my surprise they actually *credited* me for it #i only posted those shots here though so fair enough i guess. they gained more traction on twt (unsurprisingly) so hmm #might keep cross-posting those shots here and there or maybe just there. it's not like my 'photography' ever sold well here anyway #as opposed to gifs and stuff so #anyway. i'm always happy to provide for rarepairs 🌸 so glad i was entrusted with this 'holy' task

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pinkthick · 2 months ago

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Humiliating, isn’t it?

Pairing: The Salesman x Fem!Reader

Summary: “You could pay all your debts with this,” he said, his voice soft, almost enticing. His gaze shifted to you, sharp and calculating. “But it’s not free.”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “What do you mean?”

A/N: This is probably wayyy out of his character, but I haven’t watched season 2 yet (I don’t have Netflix 😭) and just saw an edit with him on tiktok and suddenly my obsession with him came back from 2021. So there are no spoilers!!!

Warnings: blowjob (m receiving), cum swallowing

If you’re not 18 DNI BECAUSE I WILL HAUNT YOUR DREAMS🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

The metro station was cold, the flickering overhead lights casting dim shadows on the walls. Your steps echoed faintly as you trudged forward, your head bowed to avoid the stares of passersby. You could feel their judgment, their pity, their disgust. You didn’t blame them—you looked like hell. Blood crusted your upper lip, the remnants of a nosebleed from earlier when some thug decided to teach you a lesson about unpaid debts. Your cheek stung, swelling just beginning to bloom.

You winced as you adjusted the strap of your worn-out bag. Your ribs ached, a dull, persistent throb that reminded you how low you’d sunk. Debt was a beast that refused to loosen its grip. It clung to you, suffocated you, and drove you into situations you’d never imagined.

As you shuffled down the platform, you barely registered the man who bumped into you until you staggered back, your body colliding with the wall. “Sorry—I didn’t watch where I was going,” he said, his tone oddly pleasant.

You blinked up at him, taking in his immaculate gray suit and perfectly combed hair. His smile was disarming, polite but sharp, like the edge of a blade.

“It’s quite alright,” you muttered, instinctively brushing yourself off despite already looking like a wreck. The man didn’t move on, though. Instead, he studied you, his gaze lingering on the dried blood and the faint bruise forming beneath your eye.

“Rough day?” he asked, a trace of amusement in his voice.

You gave a humorless laugh. “Something like that.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief, offering it to you. You hesitated before taking it, dabbing at your nose. The fabric was smooth, expensive, and it felt wrong to smear your blood on something so pristine.

“I have a game,” the man said suddenly, his voice lowering as if he were sharing a secret. “Would you like to play?”

The fuck?

You frowned. “A game?”

He nodded, his smile widening. “It’s simple. You could win money—enough to change your life.”

Your skepticism must have been obvious because he chuckled, a soft, almost paternal sound. “It’s harmless, I assure you. You look like someone who could use a bit of good fortune.”

You thought of your debts, the people breathing down your neck, the empty fridge in your apartment. Against your better judgment, you found yourself asking, “What’s the game?”

He gestured to a nearby bench, and you followed him, still wary. From his briefcase, he pulled out a folded board and a stack of rectangular tiles, explaining the rules of ddakji. It sounded simple enough: flip the opponent’s tile using your own. He placed a stack of cash on the bench beside him, its presence tantalizing.

You played your first round and lost. The second and third rounds went the same way. You were terrible at this game.

When you finally admitted you had no money to bet, his expression didn’t change. “Usually, I slap people when they lose,” he said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “But…” He gestured to your bruised face. “It seems someone’s already beaten me to it.”

The absurdity of the statement caught you off guard, and you let out a startled laugh. “That’s generous of you.”

He smirked. “I do have a heart.”

With no stakes involved, you continued playing. You lost repeatedly, the man’s skill far outstripping your own. He never seemed frustrated, though. If anything, he looked amused by your determination. Eventually, your bruises began to throb, and exhaustion seeped into your bones. You tossed the tile onto the bench, letting out a defeated sigh.

“I give up,” you said, slumping back. “I’m not winning this.”

He tilted his head, considering you. “Pity. You were just starting to improve.”

“Sure,” you muttered, wiping your hands on your jeans. “So, what now?”

He placed the briefcase on the bench between you, opening it to reveal neat stacks of bills. Your breath caught in your throat. It was more money than you’d ever seen in your life, more than enough to pay off your debts and start over.

“You could pay all your debts with this,” he said, his voice soft, almost enticing. His gaze shifted to you, sharp and calculating. “But it’s not free.”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “What do you mean?”

He closed the briefcase with a decisive snap, leaning in slightly. “I’ll give this to you if you… do something for me.”

Your stomach churned at the way his eyes lingered on you, his meaning crystal clear. Heat flooded your face, a mixture of embarrassment and anger. “What kind of something?” you asked, though you already knew.

His smile didn’t waver. “Let’s not pretend we’re strangers to desperation. You’ve been beaten down by the world, haven’t you? Cast aside, forgotten. This,” he gestured to the briefcase, “could be your ticket out.”

Your fists clenched, your nails digging into your palms. “You think I’m going to sell myself for money?”

He shrugged, unbothered by your indignation. “You’ve already sold your time, your dignity, your safety—haven’t you? What’s the difference?”

The words stung because they weren’t entirely untrue. Still, you shook your head, your pride warring with your desperation. “I’m not doing that.”

He leaned back, crossing his legs with an air of nonchalance. “Your choice, of course. But think about it. How long before your debtors come back? Before the beatings get worse? How long can you keep scraping by?”

The silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating. You stared at the briefcase, the money practically taunting you. Your mind raced, weighing the humiliation against the potential freedom.

“I… I can’t,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

He studied you for a long moment, his smile fading slightly. Then, to your surprise, he stood, gathering the game pieces and tucking them back into his briefcase. “Well,” he said, straightening his tie, “it was worth a shot.”

You blinked, caught off guard by how easily he let it go. “That’s it?”

He chuckled, the sound low and almost fond. “I’m not a monster. I made an offer; you declined. Simple as that.”

As he turned to leave, something in you stirred—a mix of relief and regret. “Wait,” you called out, your voice trembling.

He paused, glancing over his shoulder. “Yes?”

You hesitated, the weight of your situation crushing down on you. “Why me?” you asked, desperate to understand why this stranger had singled you out.

His smile returned, enigmatic and unsettling. “Because you’re interesting. And because I see potential in you.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small card and placing it on the bench. “If you ever change your mind, give me a call.”

Before you could respond, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the card. You stared at it, the black lettering stark against the white background.

For a long time, you sat there, the sound of the metro fading into the background. The man’s words echoed in your mind, intertwining with your fear, your pride, and your unrelenting desperation.

And the card remained in your pocket.

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You stared at the card for what felt like hours that night. The weight of its potential pressed heavily on your chest. In a world where every door seemed to slam in your face, this was the first one to open—albeit under circumstances you couldn’t fully comprehend.

The next day, after another call from a creditor threatening you with more violence, you finally gave in. Your pride was already battered, and your options had all but evaporated. With shaking hands, you picked up your phone and dialed the number on the card.

A smooth, professional voice answered. “Hello?”

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. “I… I got this card from someone at the metro. I’d like to… take them up on their offer.”

There was a pause, then the faint sound of fingers tapping on a keyboard. “Ah, yes. We’ve been expecting your call. An address will be sent to your phone shortly. Be there within the hour.”

The line went dead before you could say anything else. Moments later, a text arrived, and you stared at the address. It wasn’t anywhere familiar to you, but the name of the street was in one of the wealthiest areas of the city. Hesitation gripped you again, but the bruises on your face and the weight of your debts pushed you forward.

The cab dropped you off at the gates of a sprawling villa. The sheer size of it was intimidating—tall wrought iron gates, a long driveway lined with meticulously trimmed hedges, and a house that looked more like a palace than a home. You adjusted your jacket, suddenly hyper-aware of how out of place you looked.

Before you could press the buzzer, the gates swung open as if you were expected. You walked up the driveway, each step feeling heavier than the last. When you reached the front door, it opened before you could knock.

A tall man stood there, dressed in a sleek black suit. His expression was blank, professional but cold. “Welcome,” he said, stepping aside to let you in. The foyer was just as luxurious as the exterior—marble floors, chandeliers, and artwork that probably cost more than your entire life’s earnings.

“Next time, a car will pick you up,” the man said, his tone brisk.

“Next time?” you echoed, your voice tinged with disbelief.

Before he could respond, the familiar voice of the salesman cut through the air. “Sorry, he’s—doesn’t matter. Just come on in.” He appeared at the top of a sweeping staircase, his ever-present smile intact. He looked even more polished than before, his posture relaxed.

You hesitated but eventually followed the man into what appeared to be a sitting room. The furniture was sleek and modern, the walls lined with bookshelves and abstract paintings. He gestured for you to sit, but you remained standing, your nerves making it impossible to relax.

“Drink?” he offered, motioning to a decanter of amber liquid on a nearby table.

“No, thank you,” you said quickly, your voice tight.

He tilted his head, his smile softening. “Suit yourself. I see your bruise is healing nicely.”

You instinctively touched your cheek, still tender from the beating. “Can we just… get to the point? What do you want me to do?”

The salesman’s smile widened slightly, and he leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. “Straight to business. I like that.”

He studied you for a moment, his gaze uncomfortably intense. “What I want is very simple. And, let me assure you, the reward will far outweigh the discomfort.”

You shifted uneasily, his words setting off alarm bells in your mind.

His smile took on a sharper edge. “I want you to use that mouth of yours for something other than talking.”

The room seemed to tilt, your stomach dropping like a stone. You stared at him, your mind racing to comprehend what he’d just said. “You’re kidding,” you said, your voice trembling.

“I never kid about business,” he replied smoothly. “You’ve seen the briefcase. You know what’s at stake.”

Your hands balled into fists at your sides. “You want me to—”

“To prove how much you want to change your life,” he interrupted, his tone calm but firm. “To show me that you’re willing to do whatever it takes.”

You took a step back, your legs bumping into the edge of a chair. “This… this is humiliating.”

“Is it?” he asked, his gaze never leaving yours. “You’ve already been beaten and left with nothing. What’s one more compromise?”

His words were like needles, each one poking at the fragile walls of your pride. He stood, closing the distance between you. “I’m offering you freedom,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “All you have to do is take it.”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry as sandpaper. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to leave, to walk out of this villa and never look back. But the image of that briefcase, the promise of a life free from fear and debt, rooted you in place.

“I…” Your voice cracked, the weight of the moment crushing you.

The salesman tilted his head, his smile softening ever so slightly. “Think of it this way,” he said. “This is the last time you’ll ever have to beg, to endure, to scrape by. After this, the world opens up to you.”

He stepped back, giving you space but keeping his piercing gaze locked on you. “But it’s your choice,” he added. “It always has been.”

“I—okay,” you murmured, barely audible.

His smile widened, not in mockery but in something resembling satisfaction. “Atta girl.”

The words hung in the air, and you immediately dropped to your knees, ready to get this over with. But his hand shot out, stopping you mid-motion. His touch was firm but not forceful, his fingers curling gently around your forearm.

“Not so fast,” he said, his tone light, almost teasing. “Let’s get you a bit comfortable first.”

You looked up at him, confusion etched across your face. “Comfortable?” you echoed.

He patted his lap, a small gesture that carried so much weight. “Don’t you want to loosen up a bit?”

“I—” The protest was on the tip of your tongue, but you stopped yourself. He tilted his head, his sharp gaze pinning you in place.

“Come on,” he coaxed, his voice soft but insistent.

After a long moment of hesitation, you stood and awkwardly settled onto his lap. The action felt unnatural, foreign. You perched on his thighs stiffly, your hands clenched in your lap, your body tense like a coiled spring.

He didn’t seem bothered by your discomfort. Instead, he rested his hands lightly on your waist, his touch careful and deliberate. His thumbs began to trace small, lazy patterns into the fabric of your shirt, the motion strangely soothing despite the situation.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said quietly, his voice low and steady. The words were meant to reassure, but they only made your pulse race faster.

You nodded, unable to bring yourself to speak. The air between you was thick with tension, the kind that made your skin prickle. You tried to focus on the patterns he was drawing, on the steady rhythm of his breathing, anything to distract yourself from the heat radiating off his body—or the unmistakable hardness pressing against you.

You froze, your entire body going rigid. He noticed, of course, but he didn’t comment. Instead, his hands stayed where they were, his thumbs continuing their soothing motions.

“You’re thinking too much,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. His breath ghosted over your temple, warm and inviting. “Just breathe.”

Easier said than done. You took a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. He shifted slightly, and your hands instinctively reached out, grasping his shoulders for balance. The movement brought you closer to him, your faces mere inches apart.

His eyes searched yours, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he leaned in, giving you every opportunity to pull away. When you didn’t, his lips brushed against yours, tentative and soft.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant, as if he were testing the waters. His hands stayed on your waist, their grip light, giving you space to move away if you wanted to.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you sat there, motionless, letting him lead. When he realized you weren’t responding, he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “Relax,” he murmured, his tone patient.

Tentatively, you leaned forward, your lips meeting his. The kiss was awkward at first, your movements hesitant and unsure. But he didn’t rush you. He let you take the lead, his hands remaining steady on your waist.

As you grew more comfortable, the kiss deepened, your initial hesitation fading away. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his suit jacket, grounding yourself as you tilted your head, pressing closer.

That’s when he took over.

His hands slid up your back, pulling you flush against him as he angled his head, deepening the kiss. The shift was subtle but deliberate, his lips moving against yours with a confidence that left you breathless. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, a gentle request rather than a demand, and you parted your lips without thinking.

The kiss turned hungry, his movements more assertive but never forceful. His hands roamed cautiously, never straying too far, their warmth seeping through your clothes. Your senses were overwhelmed—the taste of him, the scent of his cologne, the steady strength of his hands.

You didn’t know when it happened, but your tension melted away, replaced by a strange sense of surrender. It wasn’t defeat—it was something else, something you couldn’t quite name. Your hands slid up his chest, your fingers brushing against the collar of his shirt as you leaned into him.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were breathless, your chest rising and falling rapidly. His forehead rested against yours, his hands still on your waist, anchoring you in place.

“See?” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Not so bad.”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you simply nodded. The reality of what just happened began to sink in, but before panic could take hold, he shifted again, his hands steadying you as he leaned back slightly.

“Take your time,” he said, his tone soft. “We’re not in a rush.”

You weren’t sure if it was the weight of his gaze, the steady way he held you, or the way his fingers brushed against you as if he knew exactly where your boundaries were but was waiting for you to decide whether they mattered.

He reached up slowly, his movements deliberate, and his hand brushed against your face before moving to your hair. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he pulled the tie from your hair. Your hair tumbled loose over your shoulders, and he twirled the hair tie around his fingers, his smile never faltering.

“You’ve sucked dick before, right?” he asked, his voice smooth, casual.

Your heart stopped, then resumed at a faster pace. You blinked, your cheeks flushing hot. “I—of course I did!” you replied defensively, the words tumbling out before you could think them through.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “Of course you did,” he murmured, his voice dropping as his gaze lingered on your face. “How could someone resist a pretty face like yours?”

The compliment sent an unexpected jolt through you, but you weren’t given time to process it. He gently took your hands in his, his touch light but firm, and began guiding them behind your back. You stiffened instinctively, your pulse pounding in your ears.

“Relax,” he said, his tone calm and soothing, as though he were coaxing you out of a tense state. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You hesitated but allowed him to move your arms behind you, his grip steady and unthreatening. The hair tie you hadn’t noticed still in his hand came into view as he looped it around your wrists. The act was careful, the tie snug enough to hold your hands together but not tight enough to hurt.

“There,” he said softly, his fingers brushing against your skin as he adjusted the knot. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hair for you.”

You swallowed hard, your breath catching in your throat. He reached up, threading his fingers through your hair with the same slow, deliberate care he’d shown with your hands. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you hated how your body seemed to respond to him against your will.

“See?” he said, his voice low and steady. “No reason to be nervous.”

Nervous was an understatement. Your mind raced, trying to keep up with the situation. Everything about him was a contradiction—his words soft but commanding, his actions careful yet deliberate. It left you off balance, unsure of where you stood or what would happen next.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Down on your knees.”

You blinked, hesitating for a moment as the weight of his words sank in. Your body froze, torn between instinct and the promise of what you came here for. You must have looked as dumbfounded as you felt because his lips curved into that same infuriatingly knowing smile.

But then you remembered the briefcase—you couldn’t afford to hesitate, not now. Steeling yourself, you swallowed hard and did as he said, sinking onto the plush carpet beneath you.

He watched you with a calm, calculating expression, his fingers still lightly twirling the tie binding your wrists. When your knees touched the floor, he adjusted his posture, leaning forward slightly.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the words slipping from his lips in a tone that felt both patronizing and oddly reassuring. His hand left you entirely, moving to undo his belt. The sound of the buckle snapping open echoed faintly in the room, and you bit the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to remain still.

He slid the belt free and dropped it to the side, his gaze never leaving yours. His movements were slow as he unbuttoned his pants and let them pool around his ankles. Then came the boxers, and as he stepped out of them, his confidence radiated like a tangible force.

He looked down at you, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Think you can handle it?” he asked, his voice dripping with challenge.

You scoffed, narrowing your eyes despite the heat rising in your cheeks. “I’ve had bigger,” you shot back.

That earned a low chuckle from him, the sound rich and amused. He crouched slightly, bringing his face closer to yours as his hand reached out, cupping your jaw firmly but gently. His thumb brushed along your chin as he tilted your face upward. “Open up,” he said, his tone soft but leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated for a fraction of a second, your thoughts warring with one another. But then your resolve hardened.

You obeyed, parting your lips just enough to feel vulnerable.

The corners of his mouth quirked upward again, and his hand slid to the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair with practiced ease. “I’ll let you take the lead,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, “at least for now.”

His other hand rested lightly on your shoulder as he guided you closer, his movements careful.

With a deep breath, you adjusted, leaning in more and licking the tip. He groaned softly, the sound low and guttural. His other hand trailed from your shoulder to your neck, his thumb brushing against your pulse point in a way that sent a shiver through you. His cock was heavy on your tongue, and your mind blurred as he thrust himself further and further into your mouth—and you appreciated the slowness with which he did it—until he was fully inside. The rhythm was slow at first. Small bobbing of your head that was just enough to pull soft groans of from his lips.

You pulled back slightly and swirled your tongue around the tip, pleasantly surprising him enough to earn yourself a sharp tug at your hair and a guttural moan that sent a shiver down your spine and a sudden awareness of the need between your legs.

“My… it’s like you were made for this…” he tugged gently on your hair again, signaling for you to pause, you pulled back slightly, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. His thumb brushed against your cheek, his touch light but grounding.

“Good girl,” he said again, his voice softer now, almost approving. He leaned down slightly, his hand cupping your face as he tilted your chin upward. “Messy, though…” he muttered, wiping a bit of drool escaping your open mouth. His hand moved from your chin to your hair again, smoothing the strands back as he studied your face with that same intense gaze.

“Let’s see how far you can go,” he murmured, his tone calm but laced with challenge.

And he fucking shoved you down on his cock.

You froze for a second, overwhelmed by the situation, but his voice cut through the haze.

“Don’t stop now,” he said, his tone still calm but laced with something sharper, something that made your heart race. “You want the money, don’t you?”

Your jaw tightened involuntarily, and he noticed. His smirk deepened as he adjusted his grip in your hair, guiding you with more force than before. It wasn’t painful, but it was clear he wasn’t asking for permission anymore. He was almost guiding your head at this point, fucking into your warm mouth with soft grunts as the hand with a grip on your hair directed you towards him in perfect timing. Your jaw was starting to ache and you could barely notice it with your thoughts suddenly one-track-minded. You were alternating torturously between sucking and lapping at his dick. He pulled out, and then fucked back in roughly, and oh, he knew this would be good—but not this good.

His hand in your hair tightened, and the calm, collected demeanor he had shown earlier began to crack ever so slightly. His breaths were heavier, his eyes darker, and the faint quirk of his lips had transformed into something far less controlled.

His need was pressing against the edges of his control. Your breath hitched as you tried to keep up, the pace leaving you off balance.

You pulled back instinctively, your body reacting to the overwhelming sensation, but his grip on your hair tightened, keeping you in place. “No,” he murmured, his voice low but firm. “Not yet. Breathe through your nose. Come on—work for it.”

The command sent a shiver down your spine, equal parts thrilling and intimidating. You tried to steady your breathing, inhaling deeply through your nose as he’d instructed. Your jaw relaxed as best as it could, though every muscle in your body felt tense.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice breaking slightly at the edges, the first real crack in his composure. His free hand braced against the back of the couch he was sitting on, his knuckles whitening as he gripped it tightly.

You glanced up at him through your lashes, trying to focus despite your racing pulse. His eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, the intensity in them made your breath catch. He was watching you so closely, as if every movement, every reaction, was feeding something deep within him.

“God,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, his head tilting back slightly as his grip in your hair eased momentarily. “You have no idea how good you look like this. Believe me—you could’ve gotten out of your debts a long time ago.” The sounds are indescribable, dirty and wet and so fucking hot as he continues to thrust into your mouth.

“Your throat,” he chokes out. He splays one hand over your throat and starts to fuck up into you at a different angle. “I can fucking see myself in you, fuck—“ There was a rawness to his movements now, a lack of the careful control that had defined him earlier. “Just a little more” he murmured, his voice roughened by something you couldn’t quite place. You could hear his breathing quicken, could feel the faint tremor in his grip as he pulled you closer still. His dominance over the situation was undeniable, but there was a vulnerability in the way his body reacted, a need that felt almost desperate.

When you hesitated again, instinctively pulling back just a fraction to catch your breath, his hand tightened slightly in your hair, holding you in place. “No,” he said sharply “stay fucking still.”

You wanted to punch his face. But you did your best to keep up—still thinking about the money—your breath hitching as he guided you, his need evident in the way he moved.

His groans grew louder, more frequent, and his grip in your hair tightened again as he edged closer to the brink. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed and his movements became more erratic. He was losing control, and the realization sent a strange thrill through you.

His orgasm washed over him and his body went still for a moment, his grip in your hair almost bruising as he held you in place. The sound he made was low and guttural, a noise that seemed to reverberate through the room. You froze as he held you there, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Your throat burned, your body tensing as you fought the instinct to pull away as his fucking cum filled your mouth. He didn’t let you, his hand in your hair keeping you firmly in place as he muttered something under his breath—words you couldn’t quite make out over the pounding in your ears.

When he finally released you, it was abrupt, his hand loosening in your hair as he leaned back, his chest heaving. You gasped for air, your breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts as you tried to steady yourself and then started to cough. Your body felt heavy, your limbs trembling as you sat back on your heels, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He met your gaze, his expression softening as he took in your disheveled appearance. “You did well,” he said, his voice low and rough. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face with surprising gentleness. “Better than I expected.” And then he took the hair tie off your hands.

You didn’t respond, still trying to catch your breath as you processed what had just happened. The room felt stifling, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you as you struggled to compose yourself. You just managed to smear his cum on your face.

His smirk returned, though it was softer now. “I knew you had it in you,” he said, his hand trailing down to cup your chin again. His thumb brushed against your jaw, and his smile widened slightly. “But you’ve got to learn to pace yourself.”

You glared at him faintly, though the effect was ruined by the flush in your cheeks and the way your body still trembled. “Maybe you should pace yourself,” you shot back, your voice hoarse.

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Fair enough,” he said, his hand falling away from your face as he leaned back, his posture relaxing for the first time since you’d arrived. He looked down at you for a moment longer before reaching for his discarded boxers, slipping them back on with a casual grace.

“Go clean yourself up,” he said, gesturing toward a door off to the side. “The bathroom’s through there.”

You hesitated for a moment, your body still tense, before nodding and pushing yourself to your feet. Your legs felt unsteady beneath you, and you had to grip the edge of a nearby chair to keep your balance. He watched you with an amused expression, his smirk widening as you stumbled toward the bathroom.

When you closed the door behind you, you leaned against it for a moment, letting out a shaky breath. Your reflection in the mirror caught your eye, and you winced at the sight of your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. You looked like a mess, and you weren’t sure how you felt about that.

As you splashed water on your face, trying to steady your nerves, you were almost on the verge of crying. It’s disgusting—it’s disgusting that you’re wiping his cum off your face and out of your mouth.

When you finally stepped back into the room, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his expression unreadable as he watched you. The briefcase was sitting on the nightstand beside him, and he gestured toward it with a lazy wave of his hand.

“Your reward,” he said simply, his smirk returning. “You’ve earned it.”

You hesitated, your gaze flickering between him and the briefcase. “That’s it?” you asked, your voice still hoarse.

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Unless you’re looking for another round,” he said, his tone teasing.

You rolled your eyes, stepping forward to grab the briefcase. The weight of it felt solid in your hands, a tangible reminder of why you’d agreed to this in the first place. “I’ll pass,” you muttered, turning toward the door.

As you reached for the handle, his voice stopped you. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

You glanced back at him, your heart pounding in your chest as you met his gaze. His smirk was still in place, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker. You didn’t respond, pulling the door open and stepping out into the hallway.

The air outside felt cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the suffocating heat of the room you’d just left. You took a deep breath, the weight of the briefcase grounding you as you made your way down the hall and out of the villa.

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