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[munstysmind]

WARNING/S: non-con, rape, loss of virginity, rough sex, rough vaginal sex, rough oral sex, rough anal sex, unprotected sex, multiple men, blood, assault, abuse, slavery, trauma, threats of forced prostitution, mentions of kidnapping/abduction, mentions of death, mentions or murder, mentions of injuries, mentions of suicide. If I’ve missed anything, please let me know.

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CH. 1 - THEIR REWARD

{54 BC}

Her heart pounds in her chest as she slowly walks down the hall towards the man she despises more than anything in this world.

Dominus Julius Fabius. Her owner. Her master.

She wishes she could stick him in the neck with a dagger and watch him bleed to death, just like all the men he condemns when he forces them into the arena.

He’s pure evil.

The kind of evil Orcus uses to make an example of. The God of punishment and the Underworld is going to have fun with her master when he passes into the afterlife.

She’s lost count of how long it’s been. Five years? Probably more, if she’s being honest with herself. She doesn’t even know who she is anymore.

Except her name.

Amina.

To everyone around her, she’s a thing. An object meant to do as she’s told. No exceptions.

She runs her finger along the cold iron bolted around her neck, her slave collar.

Thirty coins. That’s what he paid for her. She didn’t know you could put a price on someone’s life but that’s what hers was worth, thirty whole coins.

“There you are girl” he growls as he grabs her wrist tightly and drags her towards a door at the end of the hall “I’m in a right mind to give you a lashing for making me wait”

“I’m sorry, they… they wanted to make sure everything was perfect” she mumbles, keeping her eyes on the floor to help hide her tears as she recalls the looks of pity on the faces of the women who got her ready.

She knows they know what her Master’s plans are, and she suspects the reason they took so long was to keep her from her fate for as long as they possibly could.

“I don’t care. Those fighters in there won me a lot of denarii today. You’re going to let them do whatever they want to you. All. Night” her master tells her, getting so close to her she can feel his warm, vile breath across her face.

“I… I’ve never…” she stammers, her eyes going wide as she realises what he’s saying.

“I know. I know you’ve never laid with a man before, they checked you when I brought you. That’s why I chose you” he says, a smirk spreading across his face. “Maybe I should put you in the Lupanar and whore you out after they’ve broken you in. Gods know you’d make me a fortune”

It takes everything in her not to turn and run as fast as she can as she swallows down the bile rising in her throat.

It would be pointless though, there’s guards everywhere. She wouldn’t make it to the end of the hall before they caught her. She’d be guaranteed a lashing too, a public one at that. Just like Vesta.

“I mean it girl. You’re theirs tonight. I don’t care if it hurts… in fact, I want it to. A lot” he whispers, pulling out a small dagger and cutting one of the shoulders of her dress, exposing her breast.

He runs the dagger tip over her nipple, pressing it into the sensitive bud until it breaks the skin, making her let out a small whimper of pain.

“If you resist, or put up a fight, you’ll be punished, and it’ll be much worse than what they’re going to do” he growls before pushing her into the room.

She can’t help but flinch as the large wooden door is slammed in her face, the echo of the metal latch being closed ringing in her ears.

She just stands there, staring at it as she takes shuddery breaths.

She knows what’s about to happen. What she’s about to go through. And there’s nothing she can do about it.

She’s trapped.

Locked in a room with three blood covered fighters.

Their reward for winning their master 5000 coin.

She’s their prize.

“Turn around” a deep voice commands, making her jump.

She closes her eyes, praying to the Gods that she wakes up from this nightmare as she slowly turns around.

She sees the man the voice belongs to and her breath catches in her throat as she fights back tears.

He’s the one who killed her brother.

Champion gladiator August.

“Name” he growls, slowly approaching her with a look similar to the lions in the arena before they attack.

“Am… Amina” she stammers, stumbling back against the door as he towers over her.

She can smell death on him. The twang of iron, of blood. Was it her brothers?

Her stomach churns at the thought and she wants to be sick.

“Amina” he repeats “honest, faithful. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman”

Under any other circumstance she might have smiled and thanked him for his compliment, just like she was taught, but not this time. She just can’t.

“I like to know their names before I take what I want” he tells her with a smirk.

He remembers them, every name. All the women he’s taken this way. Amina’s the latest entry on his ever growing list.

He grabs her dress and tears it off her body, letting the fabric crumple to the floor.

She instinctively tries to cover herself, but he stops her, prying her hands away from her body before grasping her breasts and squeezing.

A grin spreads across his face as he continues to grope her, pinching and rolling her nipples tightly between his fingers, making her whimper in pain.

The noise makes him let out a low growl from deep in his chest and his eyes go dark, almost black.

Before she can fully register what’s happening, he grabs her by the back of her neck and yanks her towards the small table on the other side of the room, forcing her onto her back.

He takes her legs behind the knees and pushes them open, exposing her to not only him, but the other two men in the room who are now standing behind him and looking over his shoulder.

Her stomach churns as she stares at the ceiling, her face burning with embarrassment as she tries to think of anything to distract her from the way he’s inspecting her.

She bites back a whimper as he touches her, his fingers playing with her most intimate area before spreading it open.

He lets out a satisfied hum, a smirk spreading across his face when he sees she’s intact, just like their Master promised.

“I’ve never had a pure one before” he says, to no one in particular as he pinches the small bundle of nerves above her opening, making her gasp loudly.

“They’re my favourite. Oh, the noises they make” one of the other men says excitedly, much to August’s annoyance.

“She’s mine, Lloyd” he growls, glaring at the man before turning his attention back to her, really looking at her for the first time since she entered the room.

And as much as she tries to look away, to look anywhere but the face of the man that’s about to brutalise her, she can't. Her green, terror filled eyes just stare at him, transfixed.

He’s seen her eyes, and that look, before. He knows he has. There’s something so familiar about them and it takes him a minute to place it. The man he killed in the arena a mere hours before. Her brother.

“You’ve got his eyes” he tells her before turning his gaze back between her legs.

She’s so caught up in the flood of emotions at what he just said that she doesn’t notice his finger pushing into her until it’s too late.

She lets out a loud yelp at the sudden pain between her legs, her body instinctively trying to close her legs and move away from the beast of a man in front of her.

He lets out an angry growl and yanks her up by her arm, turning her around and bending her over the table with so much force all the air leaves her lungs when her chest makes contact with the wooden surface.

“Don’t move” he growls, kicking her legs apart with his feet.

She grips the edge of the table, so tightly her fingers hurt, as tears well in her eyes. She prays the talk of his stamina is wrong, that it will be over quickly.

But it won’t.

When he’s done with her, there’s two more waiting.

And they have her all night…

The sound of his armour dropping onto the ground behind her makes her heart pound.

It’s happening.

Right now.

She squeezes her eyes shut, trying her best to relax when she feels him prod at her again, but it doesn’t matter.

He snaps his hips forward and tears into her with force, pulling a scream of pain from her that makes him grin.

In all the beatings she’s gotten over the years, she’s never felt pain like this.

It’s like a searing hot poker being forced into her over and over as she’s split in two.

The tears in her eyes escape and spill onto the table as he thrusts into her, over and over and over again. It feels like the more she cries, the harder his thrusts become.

“Best one I’ve had yet” he grunts as he lays over her, pressing her against the table with his full body weight, and starts grinding into her, moaning loudly in her ear.

He’s enjoying this, getting pleasure out of hurting her. How can he not? He’s a sadistic bastard!

Little does she know she’s not the first woman he’s forced himself into. It’s the whole reason he’s stuck fighting in that gods forsaken arena in the first place. And unless he dies there, she won’t be the last.

“You’re mine now, gonna take you like this whenever I want” he pants, making her let out a loud sob at the thought of him doing this to her over and over.

It all becomes too much and her stomach churns as bile rises in her throat, burning it as she chokes and coughs it up.

His moans start becoming louder as he ruts into her hard, his hips slamming her body into the table over and over and over.

“Oh Gods!” he roars, moaning loudly as his hips stutter then still before he thrusts into her as hard as he can, filling her with a strange warmth.

He says something to her, but she doesn’t hear a word of it, unable to hear anything except the loud ringing in her ears.

She lets out a loud whimper as he pulls out of her before kneeling and pushing her legs wider, smirking at the blood mixed with his spend dripping out of her.

He catches some with his fingers and pushes them inside her, forcing it back into her as she lies on the table, her entire body shaking and twitching from shock as she takes shallow, gasping breaths.

“My turn” the second of the men says, all but pushing August out of the way before grasping her by her hair and pulling her to her feet, making her cry out.

He pushes her to her knees, making quick work of removing his armour as she glances behind him at August drinking wine from a goblet and sees the size of him for the first time, enough to make Priapus himself blush.

She looks back at the second man, terror spreading through her yet again as she comes face to face with his member.

She can’t tell if he’s bigger, but it doesn’t matter. He’s going to defile her the same way August did without a care for her.

He hooks his finger into her mouth and forces it open before pushing himself in until she starts to gag.

He holds onto the sides of her head and starts thrusting, hitting the back of her throat with each snap of his hips.

A smirk spreads across his face as he moves one of his hands to the back of her head and forces her down onto him, deep throating her.

He holds her there, moaning at the feeling of the muscles in her throat squeezing him as she chokes.

“We can’t kill her, Lloyd” August warns as she starts scratching at his legs, trying desperately to get air.

He lets out a growl as he pulls himself out of her mouth and slaps her hard across the face before grabbing it and pulling her to her feet.

“You’re going to pay for that” he hisses, manhandling her onto the small bed in the corner of the room.

He climbs on after her, roughly pulling her hips up and slamming into her from behind.

“Gods, I’ve not taken a woman this good in years” he moans, throwing his head back and gripping her hips tightly as he thrusts hard, spurred on by her cries.

“I wonder if her other hole’s just as good?” August says with a smirk, leaning against the table he just had her bent over.

“Let’s find out” Lloyd replies, spitting on her ass. He pulls out and lines himself up with her tiny puckered hole before pushing himself into her, moaning loudly at the muscles squeezing him tightly in an attempt to force him out.

She lets out a shriek of pain, her body going rigid as she tries, and fails, to get away from the man violating her in a way she didn’t think was possible.

He lets out an evil laugh and pushes her face into the bed as he starts thrusting, going out of his way to hurt her as much as he can.

The noises leaving him as he uses her body for his pleasure are burned into her mind as she prays to the Gods to take her and put an end to the indescribable pain coursing through her body.

He looks down at where he’s thrusting in and out of her and smirks proudly at the sight of blood.

“It’s even better” he grunts to August, gripping her hips so tightly his nails break her skin.

“I’ll have to try it next” August says, slowly stroking himself as he watches Lloyd pound into the woman at their mercy over and over again, moaning to himself at the sound of her cries.

Lloyd lifts her hips higher, thrusting as hard as he can into her at the new angle, turning her cries into screams with every snap of his hip.

He lets out a long moan, throwing his head back as he cums hard, filling her with the same strange warmth August did.

“Gods, I’m doing that again” he pants as he slowly pulls himself out of her bloody back passage before slapping her ass, making her yelp as she collapses into the bed.

“You’ll get your chance. It’s your turn, Nick” August says, getting the attention of the third man standing on the other side of the room.

Until now, he’s not paid much attention to the events happening in the small room, trying to drown out her cries and think of anything other than what he wants to do to her.

It’s wrong, he knows it’s wrong, but he doesn’t care. He wants her. And it’s his turn to take her.

He slowly walks towards her, removing his armour as he does before gently turning her over and climbing into the bed.

“No more… please” she begs quietly as he spreads her legs with his knees and settles between them.

Asking for mercy is useless, she knows that. All she is to them is an object to seek pleasure from, to defile.

The only thing she can do is close her eyes and brace herself for the pain as he slowly pushes in, a long moan leaving him as he fills her.

But when he starts to move, the pain doesn't come.

She opens her eyes and stares at him, confused, and scared, by what she's feeling.

Why doesn’t it hurt?

Why is it so different?

Why does it feel… nice?

“Gods” she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as he starts to speed up, letting out a moan that drowns out the one that slips past her lips.

She has no idea what he’s doing differently to August and Lloyd but she prays he keeps doing it because it feels good, amazing even.

Her mind races as she tries to understand what’s happening. Why does she feel bad, so embarrassed and ashamed, when what’s happening right now feels so good?

He moves his hips faster, harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as he gropes one of her breasts before pinching her nipple hard, pulling another moan from her.

He slowly glides his hand up her chest to around her neck, squeezing the sides. The sudden restriction of air makes her panic and start clawing at his hands, making him squeeze even more.

Her eyes roll back as a weird pressure builds between her legs, making whatever he’s doing to her feel even better.

It suddenly breaks, making her moan loudly as a pleasant burning sensation washes over her, before everything goes black…

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[sillyrabbit81]

Just checking in to see how everything’s going your end 🙂

Hows it going??

I'm sorry, I'm only getting around to this now. Its been a rough few months.

My daughter is doing well. Her surgery went well and its looking promising that the surgery has stopped her seizures. She's still on meds (and probably will be for a couple more months) but I can already see a difference in her and I haven't noticed any seizure activity.

But, I'm one of those people who fall apart after a crisis... I honestly thought I had been dealing with my emotions, but once she was back at school, I had a bit of a breakdown. I'm thinking I'm starting to feel a bit better now, just in time for the stress of Christmas (Yay!) But I'm trying to keep positive.

I hope you are doing well. I'm looking forward to getting into that gladiator au fic of yours.

❤️ Rabbit

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Merry Christmas @munstysmind! I had you for the @occreatorexchange Christmas Gift Exchange.

I hope you like the photo edit/poster I made for your Hawaii Five-0 OC story, Your Weakness.

I enjoyed reading your story. I look forward to reading more one day and seeing what happens with Steve and Harper. I want to know more about them. I even started watching the show because I wanted to know more about Steve and his team.

[arrthurpendragon]

It's so hard to choose with such a lovely community of humans. So here's my list: @arrthurpendragon - you're amazing! The things you do for the OC community are greatly appreciated! And you're a wonderful OC creator yourself! Your stories are so amazing and your OCs so well fleshed out!

@munstysmind - enabler in chief! Always there when I need ya. You're one of my favouritest humans. And your fics are *chefs kiss*. You angst like nobody's business. Now get me my Steve/Reader done, pls.

@darsynia - Amazing fic! And a great friend. Thanks for being there when I needed you!

@starryeyes2000 - What can I even say? A good friend, an amazing writer, and always there when needed :) Thank you for all the help you've given me with my fics.

@residentdormouse - You're the awesomest awesome. A great writer (lol, that 404 line still makes me laugh), loads of the memes. And always reblogging!

@mrsmungus - My Tiva shipper friend! Always look forward to reading your fics! And thank you for the reblogs and lovely comments.

@heresthefanfiction - Thank you so much for your kind words earlier! And right back at you - I love your Jurassic fics, they're so good! And the characters have so much depth!

@loonysama - my newest of friends and my GotG beta. And my enabler of fic exchanges, lol. Thank you! You've been amazing.

Oh, man...who am I forgetting. I know I'm forgetting people....

If I remember who I'm forgetting, I'll send another. I'm sorry! I have soup for brains today and need food. But I love all of my mutuals.

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[asirensrage]

"It's not your fault, it's theirs. They're the ones trying to keep us apart. You see that, right?"

Ooo a free for all ;) Thanks for asking. Let's see...

Warnings for violence, blood and suggestion of murder.

"I'm sorry!" She clings to his arm, digging in her heels and trying to get him to just stop. She doesn't want this. She doesn't want him to do anything else. Not when there's already blood on his hands. "I'm sorry!" she says again, trying to keep his attention. The longer she holds him there, the longer others have to get out. "It's my fault, right? I should have called. I should have come when you asked."

He turns to face her, smiling indulgently. "Hey, it's okay." He brushes one of the loose strands of her hair back into place. "Shhh. It's not your fault, it's theirs. They're the ones trying to keep us apart. You see that right?"

The others were just trying to protect her because something was wrong with him. Something had gone wrong and now he wasn't himself. He wasn't the good man she knew but something twisted.

"No," she shakes her head. "It's me. I was the one ignoring you."

"I know you never would on your own," he says. "You're so good, sweetheart, trying to protect them. Don't worry. Let me deal with this and then nothing is going to come between us again." He kisses her but his lips are cold against hers and his words send ice down her spine. "Wait here." He moves quickly, locking the door behind him and trapping her in the room.

"No!" she yells as loud as she can, trying to warn someone. "Run! Get out!"

There are screams in the distance behind the door. No one answers her. No one responds.

[navybrat817]

📝 Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

"You're the man with a plan, but he's a man of action."

Love and thanks! ❤️

[darsynia]

Yessss, please use a recipe from Preppy Kitchen because I LOFF him??

[jewishbarbies]

I’m sorry that anon came into your inbox, dragging you into the shit show that she’s started for god knows what reason.

it’s alright, it gives me something to laugh at. I joked months ago about being “left out” so it’s probably just my turn now 😂

[munstysmind]

Ok, I’m definitely using this for Maddison

Once my boyfriend told me: "You're not a burden. A burden is something you're forced to carry against your will. I freely choose to be a part of your life and that means you aren't a burden to me." I'm passing it on in case some of you need to be reminded of that.

[fanficocean]

Hi, just wondering if I’d fit into the Minnow category?? I’ve been here roughly 18 months. Would love to branch out and “meet” more people.

Hiii!!! Welcome to our little community!!! We’re always excited to see new people around!!!

I will put you down as a Minnow !!! Thank you for joining the Ocean!!! I will dm you shortly with the tag list and discord server link!

✨Marie

[munstysmind]

PEEL OFF - HENRY CAVILL

WARNING/S: nothing but fluff, a sprinkle of implied smut and a speck of pain, for like two seconds

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"Hen please" you beg, clutching the small squeeze tube in your hands "please, please, please, please, please... just this once, I promise"

He lets out an exaggerated sigh and looks at you as you pout and give him your best puppy dog eyes, puppy dog eyes you know he can never say no to.

"OK... ok, just this once" he says, biting back a laugh as you let out an excited squeak and bounce on the spot.

"Have I ever told you you're the best boyfriend ever?" you ask as you take his hand and and all but drag him upstairs into the master ensuite.

"Not today" he tells you while you struggle to climb onto the vanity.

He can't help but chuckle as you let out a small huff and look up at him with a pout before he grips your hips and lifts you, gently setting you on the cold marble surface.

"You are the best boyfriend ever" you say, a smile spreading across your face as you wrap your arms around his neck.

You've never been more confident about a statement in your entire life, he's the best man you've ever known. You'll never understand what he sees in you.

"I love you" he whispers, brushing the tip of his nose against yours.

"I love you too" you whisper back before pressing your lips to his.

He lets out a soft hum and pulls you closer, your legs resting either side of his as the kiss deepens.

"Stop distracting me" you mumble against his lips as he runs his hands up the back of his your shirt, his fingers giving you goosebumps as they brush against your spine.

"You kissed me" he reminds you, nipping at your lower lip before pulling away.

"And you're trying to get in my pants. I'm a lady Mr Cavill" you say, trying and failing to look offended at his actions.

"You weren't a lady last night" he says with a smirk. You bite back a whimper, your face heating up as the memory of what he did to you the night before flashes in your mind.

"Let's get this over with then" he sighs, already regretting agreeing to let you torture him with your newest beauty product.

"You act like I'm about to do surgery on you" you chuckle, pecking the tip of his nose.

"You could be. I've seen you do all this beauty stuff, some of it’s scary" he says, eyeing the mysterious product in her hand.

"You're a big boy, you'll be ok" you tell him with a grin before opening the tube and peeling off the safety seal.

"Is that glitter?" he asks, watching you squeeze out some of the contents onto your fingers.

"Yep" you say, popping the p as you start applying the sticky, glitter filled gel across his face, the tip of your tongue poking out of the side of your mouth as you concentrate.

You've been wanting to do this for months, it has to be perfect.

Once you're satisfied with your work, you spin around and tie the lions mane you call your hair up on the top of your head before applying the gel to your own face, making sure to avoid the fresh piercing on your nose.

You finally got it done after wanting it for well over a year and you’re in love with it, unlike your mother who had a meltdown and proceeded to lecture you about how you’d made the biggest mistake of your life the second she saw the tiny diamond stud.

Thank God she doesn’t know about your tattoo.

After one final check to make sure everything is evenly applied, you close the cap tightly on the tube and put it away in your skin care cabinet behind the mirror before leaning back against Henry’s chest.

“How long until I can take this pixie vomit off my face?” he asks in a deadly serious tone that makes you look at him in the mirror with a frown, questioning what you just heard.

“Pixie vomit?” you ask confused. What the hell is he on about?

“Yeah, looks like a pixie threw up on my face. That or a unicorn shat on me” he tells you with a nod, followed by a grin as you let out a snort.

“Oh my god, Hen” you gasp between your laughter. You’ll never get tired of how he makes you laugh. It’s one of your favourite things about him.

“You didn’t answer my question” he says, pouting dramatically.

“About twenty minutes, give or take” you tell him, pressing a quick kiss to his pout.

“Peaky Blinders?” he asks as he lifts you off the counter and sets you down.

You don’t know why it’s taken you so long to watch it, but you’re hooked. Both of you are.

“Always” you reply, looking up at him with a cheeky grin as you slip off his your tee to reveal your new lingerie piece before walking into your shared master bedroom.

He quickly follows you, hugging you from behind and pulling you flush against his chest.

“You little minx” he whispers in your ear before pressing a few kisses down the side of your neck, making you whimper quietly as you tilt your head to the side.

“You don’t like it? That’s a shame, it was rather pricy. I guess I can return it” you say with a pout, feigning disappointment.

“I didn’t say that!” he blurts out, almost choking on air. You have to bite your lip hard to keep yourself from laughing. He’s so adorable when he’s flustered.

“So, you do like it?” you ask, grinning at him.

“I fucking love it. But I think it’ll look better on the floor though. Much, much better” he says with a smirk before taking your hand and guiding you to do a spin, showing off the lacy emerald green teddy that hugs ever curve of your body perfectly.

You let out a squeal when his hand connects with your bare ass, stinging and turning red as the sound of skin on skin rings in your ears.

“Excuse you, hands you yourself Mr Cavill” you playfully scold, slapping his hand away from you.

He just smirks at you, at least you think it’s a smirk, he can’t really move his face with the mask starting to dry.

“Come on, we’ve got some Birmingham gangsters to watch” he says before getting on the bed and crawling over to his side.

You take the opportunity while he’s in the compromising position to get some payback and slap his ass, hard.

He lets out a yelp and quickly sits on his ass before glaring at you while you let out an evil laugh.

“What’s wrong, Bear?” you ask innocently, biting back a smirk as you climb onto the bed next to him.

“Nothing” he mumbles, making you chuckle quietly as he clears his throat and turns his attention to the TV.

You snuggle into his side as he starts up Netflix, letting out a content hum when he puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer.

You’ll take this, cuddling on the bed and watching TV with your man while your face mask dries, over partying every single day.

Two episodes later and you’ve both forgotten about the glitter filled pixie unicorn concoction that’s well and truly dried on your faces as you watch Tommy offer to flip a coin with Aberama Gold.

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[sillyrabbit81]

Congrats on your milestone Rabs 🥳🥳

Thank you so much mate for sending in this prompt.

I really hope you enjoy it.

❤️ Rabbit

[munstysmind]

“How long until I can take this pixie vomit off my face?” he asks in a deadly serious tone that makes you look at him in the mirror with a frown, questioning what you just heard.

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✨ MIRROR ✨

Find it in any WIP and share the sentence containing it! Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

[arrthurpendragon]

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[asirensrage]

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

Hey! Thanks for asking!

The answer is no, not really. My main goal is to just finish my fics hahaha. I know I'll get there eventually...lol

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

[darsynia]

WIP Word Game: Pressure

Thank you for the word! This is from (unpublished yet) chapter 6 of I Know No Other Way Than This, the Bruce/OC Soulmate AU with a strong side of Bruce & Tony friendship.

He pushed off from the wall, then turned to smile at it. Bruce had lived so much of his life frugally, if not in dire financial straits, and it was nice to live in a space where every single possible square inch of the walls didn’t need to be in use.

If only Tony Stark’s generosity extended towards giving Bruce a break from all of the soulmate pressure.

From the Fanfiction WiP Word Guessing Game