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[vampire-bite]

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[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

Like Birds on a Broken Branch | 3

Monster! Task Force 141 X F!Reader

Previous Chapter / Masterlist

Context Warning: NSFW! Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dub-con/ Non-con, Fingering, Murder, Author's Poor Attempt in Dark Fic, Monsterfucking, Mentions of Slavery

Your eyes were already open before the sun had spread its light across the horizon, staring up at the crimson blinds of your canopy, counting its folds. Normally, you would have slept in until nearly noon, but something at the back of your mind woke you up before the crack of dawn, and so, you heaved yourself up from bed.

The hem of the black, silk dress you had been put into last night, fell under your knees, and with each step you took, it gave a satisfying rustle.

You padded over the books, fingers hovering over the expensive leather binds, the titles and the authors’ names dusted with gold. You pulled out one and pondered over its cover, an engraving of a man in a cloak, holding a scythe with one hand. A Reaper.

You walked over to the chair next to the windows placed it down on its red cushion, for a later read, and headed towards another table, where a mirror was placed above and a litter of jewelry and ornaments rested in lofty boxes.

You took a seat positioned in front of the table and gazed upon the glistening gems in your sight. But you didn’t dare place a finger on them and went straight for the drawers instead. Upon the third one, you found scissors.

You began to hum and carefully closed it. You pulled open the first drawer, where the hair brushes were stashed, and took one. You parted your hair and the door swung open. Through the mirror, you watched John Mactavish make his way towards you with a grin.

“Good morning, love,” he greeted in a bright voice, too loud and clear to start a morning with. He wrapped his muscular arms around your frame and planted his lips on the bare skin of your nape, before taking a whiff of you. “Yer up quite early. A morning person?”

You remained silent for a moment, before shaking your head. “Not really.”

He took the brush from your hand and you didn't bother to utter a protest as he started to untangle your locks with careful strokes. “What made ye get up early?”

Oh, nothing. Just being almost fucked by monsters? You clenched your fists, holding yourself back from reaching towards the scissors to rip his throat open.

“Hmm, I get it.” He swiped your hair to the side. “Living with monsters and all, now.” He put down the brush and rested his chin on your shoulder, once again wrapping his arms around you. “But of all things, ya should be glad we are the ones who got ya.”

He gently placed his fingers on your chin, angling your head for more access to your neck, where he began to dust your skin kisses. Whilst his hand hovered over the strap of your dress, slowly pulling it down. Then, he stopped and clicked his tongue.

“Really, Ghost?” The incubus groaned and placed his forehead on your shoulder.

In the mirror’s reflection, you watched Simon shrug and turn away, just like he did last night before you had dinner.

“Breakfast is being served, and I'm not going to tell the servants to save some more for you,” the Wraith proclaimed.

You didn't know why he kept interrupting his brothers, but you were a bit thankful for that.

With no time and consideration to change into a different dress before breakfast, you were dragged by the incubus to their dining hall. By the time you arrived, no thanks to the winding corridors and hallways of the fortress, you just wished to sit down and sleep on the table.

The dragon and the siren were already seated across one another in a long dining table, where food had been placed. They looked over their shoulders as you sauntered in with the Wraith and Incubus, and both smiled at you.

Mactavish guided you towards the seat at the end of the table, which you knew by reading books was supposedly the seat of the highest person in a castle. But when you frowned at him in confusion, he merely nodded and forced you to sit down. Then, he took his own seat next to Kyle, and Simon next to Price.

“Are you supposed to not say anything to your husbands on this lovely morning?” Price spoke up, his chest puffing out through his deep v-neck shirt.

Your eyes went back and forth between the four of them and knitted your brows deeper. “Good Morning?” you offered them, unsure of what the dragon wanted, but that was what people would usually say to other people at this early hour.

“You speak as though that wasn't a custom to everyone,” he huffed, angling his head to the side.

“Because I've got no one to say that greeting to,” you muttered and lowered your gaze, eyeing the perfectly grilled meat in front of you. You gulped.

“You have us now,” Kyle claimed in a silvery voice.

You snapped your head in his way, captured by his words. To someone who had been deprived of other people's presence and touch, a siren who was as alluring as his voice was dangerous.

But he . . . spoke of the truth. Even the incubus did.

A shelter above your head to shield you from what was to come, a lovely room where you can sleep instead of an old mattress infested of insects, and more than sufficient amount of meal to fill your stomach.

Other females would kill to be in your position.

Have you truly been lucky to be in their arms?

No.

No, it was the Siren’s song working through your mind again.

Do not fall for it.

Do not drown in it.

“While we're at it,” Price’s deep voice burned through the veil of thoughts unrolling in your head, and you met his eyes, currently in the shade of blue. “Don't you have another thing to do for your husbands after saying good morning?”

Once again, you went into a spiral of thoughts, your mind going through the books and stories of women you have read throughout your life. But all of it was the tales of their suffering.

Was this lizard mocking you even after knowing you didn't know shit about having partners?

You stared at him for a good minute till your gaze drifted down to his lips, and he smirked his sharp fang flashing.

Why was this guy so hold-up with fcking old traditions of humans that had been under the land a long time ago?

You fought back the grimace threatening to appear on your face and slowly rose from your seat. You walked over him as his eyes trailed over your body, before settling back to your face.

You reached to his face, hand trembling as you leaned down. You lowered your lashes and placed a kiss on his lips, at the same time you felt his hand circling your waist.

“Gracing us with a gorgeous view, aren't we?” He questioned when you pulled away and his eyes fell on your nipples firm under the thin silk dress.

“Kyle dressed me up on this,” you said and removed your hand from his face, but he was quick to grab your wrist. He placed it over his mouth, dusting your palm with kisses.

“Can't blame myself for having good fashion.” The Siren shrugged. “That said, where's my kiss?”

Price let you go as if permitting you to go. You shot him a glance and left his side, skipping over to Kyle. Repeating the same actions as you did for the dragon, you left him with a smile when you went to the incubus by his side, who seemed to be more eager than the other two.

Mactavish pushed himself closer to you kissing as soon as your skins met, but soon pulled away. Then your eyes met the Wraith’s.

Simon, a monster of a few words, and seemingly the least interested in you.

“Well, I'm waiting,” he said, his eyes narrowing. Under his mask, you knew he was smiling.

Maybe, he was as needy as his brothers, but he just didn't show it. Nevertheless, as you came closer to him, your heart thumped, fearing what he would look like under his mask.

He reached out a hand to you, which you took hesitantly, and with your other hand, you reached up to his face but hovered over the fabric.

“Go on, sweetheart,” he ordered, and with a finger, you pulled it down.

You blink at his features. It was perfectly normal. Good-looking, as much as you hated to admit it, like every single one of them There were a few signs of scars but not a spot of rotting on his face, despite being a wraith.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you planted your lips on him, stopping him from uttering a word.

He was a high-ranked wraith, that was the only answer to his perfect body.

You later learned, during their not-so-late self-introductions over breakfast that he was a Duke, the incubus and the siren were nobles, and their acting leader was the sovereign of dragons.

The crown felt heavy and yet, at the same time, it felt like nothing but a feather on your head. You were not suited to be a Queen, a Duchess, or any sort of nobility. A slave were meant to be underneath their feet, not someone who would sit on the throne.

You removed the ornament adorning your head and placed it down on the table, meeting Jonathan's eyes on the mirror's reflection.

His eyes flashed gold, his round pupils turning thin and his grip on your shoulders tightening. “Why'd you remove it?”

“Get yourself a Queen, not a slave,” you imposed, watching his brows knit, “Have some . . .” you trailed off as his hands went down to your breast and waist. “Have some dignity,” you finished.

“You are my woman.” He kissed your shoulder, bare from the off-shoulder dress you had changed into, but it was also dangerously low on the chest, giving him access to easily strip it off you.

He pulled the neckline down under your breasts as he sucked on your neck, his fangs grazing your skin, and pinched your nipple. “My wife.”

You gripped his arm, trying to pull it away from you, but he only strengthened his hold on you, eliciting a cry of pain from you. “I just got dressed—”

“And who gave you those dresses, hm?” He twisted the sensitive bud and you clawed on his arm, wincing at the discomfort.

“I did not ask for it!” You shouted at him and he grabbed your jaw, making you face your reflection. Your visage flashed red at your sight and on your neck, you could see his eyes changing back to gold.

“Really?” He swiped the boxes of jewelry and the crown off the table, and flipped you over, heaving you onto the surface. He forced your legs open wide and leaned down.

“Jonathan,” you begged just as he kissed your folds through the thin fabric of your undergarment. You bit back a moan when he ran his tongue over. “S-stop.”

Yet, he continued, ripping your panties off with his fangs.

“I said, stop!” You pulled on his hair, making him stop and look up at you through his lashes. You flinched at his gaze that seemed to have imprisoned the purgatory, ready to unleash its flame to burn you alive. You pulled your hand back, but he was quick to catch it.

He placed a kiss on your knuckles and his horns sprouted from his forehead. “You deserve only the best, my Queen.”

Price had you holding onto one of his horns. He slurped at your cunt with thirst as he gripped your thighs, his claws digging into your skin through every lap. His beard was drenched, soaked in the flavor of your slick, and each time his nose hit your clit, he would feel you flinch. His breath as he chuckled fanned your sex, now diving to the sensitive bud, his tongue dragging it into circles.

It was hard to breathe from the stimulation, your body felt like it was set on fire as Price continued his overwhelming abuse. “Stop, please, please,” you cried, feeling the sting of his claws on your trembling thighs.

“You're dripping wet and you want me to stop?” A laugh once again escaped his lips. He removed his grip on your thigh only to place his fingers onto your drenched folds.

Your breath hitched and you grabbed his wrist, shaking your head. “Not the claws.”

“Why not?” He raised a brow.

“It—it will hurt,” you told him in a low voice and gulped when he didn't utter an answer. “Please, Jonathan.”

“Fine,” he scoffed, finding himself frowning at the sound of his name from your mouth, and felt his cock twitch under his pants, already painfully hard.

His claws retracted in a blink and his fingers quickly traced up to the hood of your clit and once again, circled the nub. This time, as compensation, you hold onto his muscled shoulder, and as though he understood it as permission, his fingers moved in further and dipped into your flittering hole without warning.

He picked up the rhythm and before you could clamp your hand over your mouth to hold back the moan, he wrapped his hand around your neck, pulling you into a kiss.

Your moan rose, became more hectic, and he drank them all as he worked on your clit with his thumb.

The noises that echoed around the room were pure filth, and you hated every single second of it. But you couldn't deny the pleasure he was giving you. So, you wrapped your arms around his neck, closed your eyes, and bucked your hips on his hands.

Jonathan smiled at the kiss.

Women were easy to get, was what he might be thinking, and that was the reaction you wanted.

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| My dove | Ben x reader | chapter 1 |

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Warnings : none

Word count : 5.6k

A/N : you’re an alien but you mostly look human but you have halos and wings. English is not my first language but I still hope you’ll enjoy my work

Credits : @cafekitsune for the divider

Loud foot steeps echoed in the halls,the jingles of the many trinkets of its owner followed. They suddenly stopped. In front of a metal door, the owner takes out a badge for the door to scan.

Entering their home, the person found a special communication badge sitting on their table. Whiteout a word, they simply walk towards it and listen to its message.

The self proclaimed savior of the universe, Ben Tennyson, finally arrived back to HQ. Casually slurping his smoothie and walking over to his grandpa with cross arms and partner, Rook, both having waiting for him for too long.

"Sorry I'm late" Ben takes another slurp of his smoothie.

Grandpa Max uncrosses his arms, the little frown on his face still there.

"You're not on your own schedule anymore, Ben. You can't keep your partner waiting." Ben looked tiredly at his uncle, trying to come up with an excuse.

"I was...Off saving the universe !"

His grandpa glanced over at the smoothie cup the brunet held in his hand. Ben looked at where he was staring, not understanding what that look meant.

Grandpa Max smiled. "Good luck on your patrol, maybe with some luck, you two will meet your other partner."

"Wait ! Grandpa Max, what do you mean by other partner ? Don't you just mean Rook ? because I've already meet him !"

Ben did not want to deal with another person, Rook was nice enough but what if his new partner just ends up being bossy ? Plus, he'sBen Tennyson ! The savior of the universe ! On multiple occasions !

"I thought you were aware of our other partner ?"

"Wait, you knew ?!"

Ben looked at Rook with surprise, why does nobody ever tell him anything !

"I was informed of a third party, I do not know their name or face, all I know is that they are a high ranking member of the plumbers."

"And you're only telling me now ?"

"As I've already said, I thought you knew."

Ben sighs, maybe with luck, they won't meet they're other partner.

"Come on Rook, l'est go. I'm parked over here."

"We'll take mine."

Rook show what looks like a high tech plumber vehicle to Ben's interest, only to be disappointed when the vehicle moves to show a truck belonging to his grandpa's shop.

"Wow, I bet the girls all start screaming when they they see this ride rolling down on the block."

Rook only looks at him with confusion. "Females are not afraid of my vehicle. But they probably should be."

Rook smiled, taking his keys and activating his car, it slowly transformed into a more intimidating mini spaceship with the plumber symbol on its wings. Ben's mouth was agape at how cool the vehicle looked. Smiling while glancing at Rook.

"Sometimes, you're actually awesome."

Rook smiled. Ben quickly started to walk over the car. "Sometimes."

Rook followed Ben, not bothered by the cocky brunet's last comment. The vehicle flew off into one of the many secret tunnels, transforming back into a regular truck when it was about to enter a normal traffic.

There was no words exchange between the partners. Ben continuously slurped loudly on his smoothie, earning Rook's attention.

"I'm not familiar with human emotional cues, but are you angry at me ?"

"Nah, just bored. I'm feeling more like a tour guide then a hero lately. Over here, on your right you'll see a city and over on your left, you'll see something that we call water. Careful it's wet."

"Water is wet, I'm familiar with that."

They both smiled at each other. The brunet suddenly felt a bit of guilt for leaving Rook hanging.

"I'm sorry that I left you waiting around. I just don't want to change how I work. I've saved the universe a million times, at least." Ben takes more sips of his smoothie.

"That is why I look forward to this. I hope that the real Ben Tennyson lives up to the legends."

Ben stopped drinking his smoothie the moment he heard his name and legend in the same sentence. He looks back at his tall partner.

"Thy're legends ?" Rook nods.

"They can't all be true thought, for instance, alien X. That's just a rumor a fan made up and put on the extranet, right ?

Ben smirked."Alien X is real." He proudly claims.

"He is ?" Rook turned his head to Ben's direction.

"Show me, change into alien X right now."

"I'd better not." Rook's head turned back to the road.

Ben played around with his smoothie cup."It's a whole things."He then went on to continue drinking his smoothie, Rook gave Ben a side eye.

"Just as I thought."

"Look, find us a little heroing to do and you can tell me if I live up to the legends.

The truck suddenly rolled faster on the road. The two actively searched for any criminals or criminal activity to resolve, only for it to end up with alien eating cars that stopped the moment they saw Ben and a thief that returned the bag to an old lady.

The two heroes only ended up back in Rook's truck, observing their surroundings. Rook eating chips while Ben only lounged around comfortably.

"Some heroeing so far. At least the world is safe from car munching aliens."

Ben put his arms on the solid construct in front of him and rested his chins. He pointed out to a teenager walking by them.

"Look, some normal dude."

Ben got up from his position and sarcastically commented. "Maybe we should arrest him for jaywalking."

Rook didn't respond for some time, his keen eyes could see that the teenager had some kind of alien technology.

"His phone shouldn't be powered here on earth. Is that normal ?"

The teenager with black and red hair, held some kind of phone, wired to his backpack.

"No, that's not normal."

They both got out of the truck and followed the edgy teenager into a dark alleyway in a not so discreet manner. Catching the attention of the teen, who ready himself to shoot them. Ben used himself as a shield to protect Rook, the teen hastily runs away.

"You're welcome."

Ben says to Rook as they both quickly got up and chased down their attacker. The attacker take another turn toward a dark alley. Before the duo are able catch him, the teen gets in his car and drives away. Ben smiles and gets up before Rook.

"Finally, some action."

Ben runs directly towards a wall while using his omnitrix.

"Bigchill, will let me cut right into these buildings."

Only for him to transform into some kind of fire alien and slam himself into the wall. Ben scratches a bit his head, Rook joins his side.

"Heatblast ? Seriously ?"

Ben and Rook both look at the giant building in front of them.

"Time to improvise."

The brunet used his fire powers to fly over the building and catch up to their attacker. The edgy teen tried to shoot the flaming alien, only  to barely manage to pass by Rook's truck. The later transform his truck into a flying plumber ship and chased the teen with Ben.

Ben was able to use his flame powers to melt the red car's wheel. His omnitrix started beeping, signaling that it was about to go on cool down. As Ben transformed back into a human, he braced himself for the pain of the crash against the floor.

On the other hand, the edgy teen took that opportunity to run away. Before the teen could get away, a figure appeared in the sky and tackled him.

Rook quickly got out of his car, only to be meet with a [hair color] haired girl cuffing the teen as he protested.

"What is your deal ?! I wasn't doing anything !"

Earning a harsh pinch on the ear from the girl.

"I just saw you attempt shooting two member of the plumber's organisation and actively running away from them with no justification. You'll complain to the judge, not me."

"And a super hero !" Ben joins Rook side, looking as perplexed .

"Who are you ?"

The girl turned her head away from the criminal and the omnitrix user. She handed over the criminal to the taller alien.

The multiple rings above her head shining beautifully under the moon, two of them were golden, spiky and crossed, near the back of her head but still large enough to be visible while another less large golden halo floated directly above her head.

She wore a pair of black short and black shirt that went up to the middle of her neck, the shirt exposing her shoulder with lower frilly [favorite color] sleeves over long black sleeves that stopped at her fingers, only exposing her ring and index fingers . On her thighs [favorite] thigh bracelet, and [favorite color] flat shoes.

The many flower and bell trinkets on her stood out : on the three floating rings near her head, on her ankles, her sleeves and her waist.

"I am [name], no last name. I am a

Magister under the plumber organisation and your new partner."

Rook's eyes widened while Ben still looked unimpressed.

"I am Rook Blonko. You really are magister [name] ? It's an honor to meet you." Rook's eyes shined with admiration.

Before Rook could advance towards you, Ben stopped him.

"How can we trust you ?"

The halo floating directly above her head moves in front of her, she puts her hand through it and takes out a plumber badge.

"Excuse me of my tardiness, the day we were all supposed to meet, I was held up by some extraterritorial affair. Don't get the wrong idea, I would rather not work with you." You pointed at Ben. "I only accepted because your grandfather requested it, I could not refuse a request from him. I owe him a lot."

Rook looked excited to work with you, Ben looked tired and disappointed. You walked over in front of them.

"Also..."

The two boys received a slap at the back of their head.

"How could you cause so much damage on your first mission together ?! Do you know how much property damage you've both caused ? Most of the plumber budget is wasted to fix everything you've both damaged ! Have you also thought of some aliens or people that could've been hurt ? Also about some that cannot afford insurance ?"

Ben tried soothing the pain. "Aliens have insurances ?" You pinched the bridge of your nose, already annoyed and tired. You quickly took out your plumbers badge and sent a voice message. "Send compensation to the aliens that have been harmed or have had property damage and make them sign an insurance, over." Ben only grumbles as he went on to checked the weapons the now handcuffed teen had. You stayed on the sideline while your junior plumber was holding onto the criminal, observing what the so called "hero of the universe" would do.

"Alien communicator, alien weapon...Please tell me you're working for somebody big and dangerous so I could kick his but." A vein popped up on your head, Ben Tennyson had to be one of the most obnoxious person you've had to deal in a long while.

The teenager with a red hair strip only scoffed.

"You guys wouldn't last a minute against my boss." The teen smiled proudly.

Humans are such difficult species to deal with...

There was suddenly a weird noise coming from the teen's car engine. Everyone's head turned towards it.

"This doesn't sound like a typical earth combustion engine."

"Well, lest hurry and find out." The three of you walked closer towards the red car.

"Who's opening it ?" You asked, not wanting to open it in case it was some kind of farce or explosion.

Ben looked at you with a smirk. "Ladies first !"

"Shouldn't the male go first ?"Rook responded innocently.

This poor unfortunate soul, he sadly had to partner up with a doofus.

You sighed as you opened the car engine, only to be meet with a cracking yellow container. And just as you expected there was some kind of explosion. Your wing appeared out of reflex as it shielded you and your teammates. Your right wing was as white as snow while your left one was holographic but able to protect Ben from the explosion.

"What the f-" You put your holographic wing over Ben's mouth.

"No swearing when I'm here." Brook looked amazed and shook at the same time.

"A halo, [eye color] and wings...Arr you perhaps an ornix, magister [name] ? Weren't they-"

"We'll talk about it another time. I think we have a bigger issue to deal with."You pointed at the black and yellow humanoid batteries.The little electric creature turned itself into lightening and quickly jumped onto the red hair streak teen that was trying to run away.Opening the metal backpack to reveal another one of his. There was now two megawatts.

"Megawatts ?I haven't seen these guys in years." Ben said in disbelief.

"They are Nosedeenians's from the Nosideen Quasar planet. They are know for being mischievous, not knowing the repercussions of their actions but do not hold any ill will against humans unless provoked." You take out one of the many trinket decorating your halos, specifically a flower formed only with cubes. The moment you touched it, it recognizes you and formed into a tablet with a special pen provided with it. You starts writing down everything that happened until now.

"We get it Einstein but I think the name I found is way better." Ben proudly proclaims.

"Are they registered in the intergalactic data or library ? I think not. Also, who is this Einstein ?" You said while looking at the official information recorded about the species on your tablet.

"Then I'll have to request it, they'll for sure are going to accept mine immediately !" Ben joked, not noticing the side eye you were giving him.

"I doubt it." You returned to looking through some of the files, taking his words literally .

"Your sense of humour is as dry as the Sahara desert..."

"I do not want to interrupt your conversation but what should we do about these Nosedeenians ? I haven't face a nosedeenians until now. Any advice ?" Rook turned towards you and Ben. You all watch the megawatts electrocute the other teen. Before you or Ben could answer, one of the humanoid batteries used its power to pass through the blue alien's weapon only to shock him afterwards.

Ben looked tiredly at Rook being shocked by the two megawatts.

"Try not to let them zap you."

"Is that the only advice you can give ?" You gave him a disappointed look.

"Got any better, miss know it all ?" He asked with sarcasm laced in his voice.

"Good point." One of the batterie like alien was now attempting to zap you. The electricity only passed through your halos and transferred itself to Ben.

"Ow ! Watch it !"

"I can't control where electricity goes." You feigned innocence.

"Can't control my ass ! I can see your huge smile ! How did it even not affect you ?!"

"My halo's can conduct electricity and transfer it wherever I want." You pointed at them "Also as stated before, do not swear in my presence."

"Well now thanks to you, I took your hit." After having their fun, the two Nosedeenians teleported themselves on an electric post. Taunting the three of you and afterwards trying to escape.

"We need to stop them !"

"Already on it." You and Rook said in unison. Rook and Ben started to chase the Nosdeenians while you used your wings to fly after these two little devils. Accidentally leaving behind the edgy teen, leaving him the opportunity to run away.

Even though you were pretty fast with your wings, the Nosedeenians were faster as the they travelled in their electric forms.

"If only we were in a more isolated area..."

You muttered to yourself.

"Says the person who literally is flying."

Ben's voice popped up in your earpiece.

"Which direction did the Nosedeenians take miss [name] ?" Rook's voice joined.

"Left and then straight" You informed them trying to catch up to the Nosedeenians.

You could see from where you were that Ben had transformed into what he called "clockwork" or a chronosapien. Rook had taken another route in hopes of ambushing the two black and yellow batteries. One of them had seen you catching up to them so casted electric shocks your way. You dodged many of them but they still managed to hit you, leading the little gadget creating your left wing to malfunction.

You safely landed near Tennyson, struggling to run in his clock form.

"Glad to see ya join us in this little chase..." Ben, still able to crack a joke even though he could barely breathe.

"Save it, we're losing them."

Your way was blocked by Ben who took a pause from running, too much out of breath.

"You're blocking my way ! Dam it, we've lost them !" You said a bit pissed, not at Ben but at yourself.

If I was able to dodge that beam then we wouldn't be here...

To both of your surprise, the little creatures returned towards you, taunting you.

"Wait could it be..." Before you could finish your sentence, the Nosedeenians were already back running. You and Ben both shared a glance and nodded at each other. You started to push Ben a bit to make him move faster, you weren't the strongest but you were at least trying.

When you arrived near the stairs, Rook cached up. You all watch the Nosedeenians going into of the warehouse. A beeping sound started to go off and shortly, Ben returned to his human form. He was clutching on you for dear life, taking multiple breathes. You really couldn't car less at the moment. Rook appeared worried as he approached the savior of the universe.

"Are you okay, Ben ?"  Ben raised his hand for second to signal for more time.

"Give me a sec, so I don't hurl..." Rook turned his head back at the warehouse. "It's a miracle they didn't escape a chronosapien." Rook commented.

"They must have wanted us to follow them. I see no other reason." You responded. You were starting to get annoyed with the 'savior of the universe' sweating and panting while holding onto you. He better not use you as his personal napkin or puke on you. On the other hand, Rook, being the angel that he is was more preoccupied by Ben's state.

"Do you need more time ?"

"No, but if you see my face turning green, step back."

"Here, have this. It will probably help with your nausea." You take out a [favorite color] flower and handed it to Ben. He looked at you with confusion but you insisted on him sniffing it. As Ben took a few sniff from the flower, his nausea was starting to fade.

"I don't feel sick anymore, what flower is that ?"

You gently put the [favorite color] flower back on your halo. "I think it's best if you don't know. L'est move on, we have noosedeenians to catch up too."

You walked past the boys who only exchanged a shrug with his other partner. The three of you proceeded to run to the warehouse. After carefully entering, you all hid behind crates. The sight of the huge contraption keeping in the Nosedeenians horrified you. They all looked tired and hurt. The two previous Nosedeenians you were after were trying to free their own with no success. One of the two jumped repeatedly and waved his arms at your direction.

"I see it but I don't believe it. The megawatts need our help." Ben said out loud, his voiced echoed through the whole building. You put your hand over Ben's mouth and used your other hand to make a shush sign.

"As plumbers, we need to help every species suffering from the wrongdoings of others and punish them." You whispered.

"Someone has set up a factory that uses them as a power source." Rook whispered. Rook must have seen something as he quickly pushed you and Ben further into the crates to hide. You could feel Ben's little scream on the hand you were using to silence him. Ben pushed your hand over his mouth and gave you an annoyed look. You ignored him and looked at the direction your blue partner was looking at. On the upper level, a boy with a white Mohawk and wearing alien tech passed by. The boy soon noticed the two noosedeenians trying to free the others. He jumps down and uses his machinery to confine the two aliens in it and use them as power sources.

From behind you, you could hear electric sounds approaching you. Your team looked at each other and nodded. Ben kicked the person behind you to the wall.

"Not bad." You commented, quite impress.

"You haven't seen the best-" Ben was cut off, you were all trapped in some kind of electric force field. You gave a deadpan look at Ben while he gave you a nervous grin.

The criminal, Ben had kicked to the wall quickly got up and smiled when he heard the noise of the warehouse door open. A tall men with spiked hair and makeup on his face that resembled a skull entered with the previous edgy teen that ran away before, following behind.

"You better be worth interrupting my workout for." He approached a punching bag.

The subordinates that was holding the three of you hostage in his force field looked at his boss. "Look like spies, Fistrick."

The man named Fistrick throws the towel around his neck off and start punching the punching bad.

"You got spies ? In my house of business ?" He continuously punches.

You took that time to try and fix the engine that helped you fly while Rook was trying to make his electron entanglement disrupter function. He would sometimes silently pat your shoulder so you can help him a bit. Ben on the other hand was having a conversation with Fistrick and his 'business'. By the time they had finished their exchange, Fistrick noticed too late what you and Rook were doing.

The moment the force field was destroyed, Ben had transformed into a segmentasapian or what he called 'Blox' and went to attack Fistrick. Rook was occupied fighting one of the lackeys, you trusted his abilities in combat so let him deal with it alone. You ran towards the main machine that was keeping the Noosedeenians trapped. The system was easy enough for you to hack into it but took some time to load. Before you could actually free them, Fistrick ran towards your direction and pushed you as far as he could from the computer. He activated some kind of button and jumped into a hole that had opened up. Rook and Ben quickly ran your way and helped you get up.

"Are you fine miss [name] ?" Rook asked with genuine worry.

"You did take a pretty violent push." Ben said as he helped you up. You only coughed a bit.

"I'm fine, you get used it with this kind of job." You southed the pain on your butt.

A rumbling was heard from the hole the main criminal jumped into. The three of you took a few steps back when Fistrick reappeared inside a giant robot armor with a smirk.

"You've never asked us why we needed so many of these Noosedeenians." The capsule closes, the little screams of the Noosedeenians could be heard as their energy was forcibly used for the robot. "Lest take this baby for a test drive. It looks like I'm getting my workout after all." The machine starts taking steps towards your team. You all looked a bit surprised but prepared yourselves for the fight.

"A class twelve armored mecha suit. Have any of you dealt with one before ?" Rook looked at both you and Ben. "No, how do you beat it." Ben said seriously, specifically looking at you. "You could try alien X." Rook proposes, Ben sent him a glare. "Stop it."

"I've mostly dealt with diplomatic affairs but even so, our main issues is not how we are going to take down that mech but more like how are we going to take down the mech whiteout hurting the Nosedeenian." Red dots appeared on the three of you. You all looked at where it came from, seeing Fistrick ready to fire.

You quickly ran away before the missiles could shoot you. The last one did hit all of you, you were blown to the other side of the room, the boys were only blown a few feet apart the mech.

"Woooo, I love it !" You could hear Fistrick's happy voice echo, you just wanted to punch him right now. The moment he is out of that machinery, you are so going to pluck out each of his teeth individually...

Calm your murderous thoughts [name]...

Fistrick was more focused on the boys, you used that opportunity to try and fix your wing engine. By the time you had finished fixing it, the fight had been taken outside, with Ben transforming into a Galilean. You activated your engine and your holographic wing appeared, you flew outside and landed on the roof of the warehouse. You didn't know what happened to Rook but you had to help Ben, he was being repeatedly punched by the mech. You used two of your halos to hold back the mech's fists.

"What the...Seems like little lady over there thinks she can play hero." He struggles a bit but manage to take them off and tries to throw them back at you. The halos only come back to their original places and your smirk.

"This pretty lady only needed some extra time."

"What-" He was hit by a crane. You took a few steps aside as the mech was blown away and crashed through the roof and back inside.Rook got out of the vehicle for a second and waved at you "Thank you for your help." You gave him a thumbs up before quickly joining them. Rook turned towards Ben "And you're welcome."

"You guys came in clutch." Your short victory was soon over when Fistrick jumped back outside.

"Weak." He says

"Miss [name], Ben, I think I can separate the megawatts from the suit, but It will be a difficult shot. Try and get the suit to stop moving." Rook yells out

"Yeah, thanks Rook, I'll be onto that."

"We’ll be onto it." You corrected Ben.

"Ok, excuse me but what are we going to do ?"

"Try and submerge him in the nearby water, even though it's a type twelve machine, it has many flaws."

"Already on it."

The red mech ran towards Ben, before it could reach him, Ben used his gravitational powers to throw the machine close by to the water and putting pressure on it. Fistrick tries to relentlessly get up but you used your halos to pin the machines arms down.

"You two got anything else, hero and pretty lady or are you both just one trick ponies." He says mockingly. You royally ignored him, more concentrated on using your free hand to fill out the report for the mission you are currently dealing with on your tablet.

"Hey it's my first time using this guy, and little miss [name] over there probably has more tricks up her sleeve if she is a magister." Ben gave you a sly smile that you ignored in favor of completing your report."You might be able to withstand forty G's, but I don't think the docks can. What do you think ?"

At the exact same time, the docks had crumbled under the pressure. You quickly brought your halos back in their original places before they were submerged in water. Ben continuously put the mech in and out of the water, it looked like Ben was enjoying this a bit too much. You flew to his side and elbowed him.

"Come on, don't be a party popper ! I was just about to stop anyways." Ben laughed a bit.

You gave him a side eye."Tennyson, we have to save the Noosedeenians. Then you can do whatever you want with the perpetrator, that stays in line with the law of course."

"Why do you have to make it sound like I am going to do heinous crimes ?" Ben grimaced a bit.

The mech was now floating in the air, still as a rock. You looked towards Rook and gave him a thumbs up again. The blue alien took a deep breath and shoots his arrows on the back of the red mech. The containers on it all launched into the ground, the glass shattering and freeing all the noosedeenians in it.

"Nice shot !" Ben yelled towards Rook, you quietly applauded. And again, your victory was short lived when multiple missiles were launched at your way. Half of them were after Ben and the other, you.

Before the missiles even had the chance to touch you. One of your halos swiftly moved in front of you, now extended to protect you. All the missiles were swallowed in it with no effort.

"Whoa ! That's a pretty cool trick, mind if I send you more ?" Ben, just discovering his own orbit, was controlling the trajectory of the missiles that were aimed towards him. The same Halo approach Ben's orbit and swallowed all the missiles. A second halo was placed in front of Fistrick's mech.

You looked down at the mech again. Hearing's Fistrick's worry echo in the armor. "This is not good."

You only gave him a cold glare before looking back at your fingers. At a snap, you could launch everything at him.

"Comme on miss, we can make some kind of deal ! I'll give you thirty percent of the profit if you let me go !" The only thing he managed with those words was to piss you off.

"As a magister , my duty is to punish those who harm others and do not abide by the law. Do you think I would stoop so low ? You're only receiving what you deserve."

Snap

All missiles that were engulfed in your halo all come out through the one in front of Fistrick. Sending him and his Mech at the other side of the dock.

You only dusted yourself off as you approached Ben and Rook. They were quite shaken by how scary you looked a few moments ago. You only look at them confused. "Is there something on my face ?" You frowned.

"No, ma'm !" They both exclaimed at the same time. You shrugged it off, and walked ahead of them to go arrest the criminal and clean off the area.

"That wasn't easy." Rook said tiredly.

Ben transformed back into a human and looked at Rook with a smile. "It never is."

"Are you two coming ?" You called out.

Ben and Rook jumped out of fear.

"And also scary." Rook whispered shouted at Ben.

"Talk about new partner..." Ben whispered shouted back.

You all waited for a plumber team to arrive and clean the scene. All the criminals were arrested. You finish off the report and send it off back at HQ. Uncle Max happily walked over to the three of you with his own tablet and pen. You looked up at him with respect.

"I heard there's a colony of megawatts that helps power undertown." He informed.

That's weird, you've never heard of this information before...

"Since when ?" Ben voiced your thoughts out.

Uncle Max pointed at a direction and your gazes follow. "Since now."

All the megawatts that were saved, all entered a tube and waves back with huge grins at your team. It is a pretty nice ending.

"Anytime guys." Ben saluted the megawatts with some kind of earthling sign. You probably will have to study more on human culture...

"Don't the Tennyson legends usually end with some kind of blended beverage." Rook asked curiously.

"Are Tennyson's stories really that popular in plumber school ?" You ask Rook, intrigued by the beverage. Rook nodded and you let out a hum.

"You guys mean smoothies ?" Ben shakes one of his arms. "Nah, they're more of a daytime thing. At night, it's chilly fries!" Ben walked off in the plumber spaceship with one of his arms pumped up upwards

"Are those some kind of frozen meal ?" You ask, you've never heard of such foods before. You quietly joined Ben in wherever you all were going. You had finished all your paperwork currently. Might as well indulge yourself a little tonight.

"Okay." Rook seemed a bit exasperated with the food mentioned.

As the spaceship was taking off Ben had to mention one last thing. "By the way, Alien X is real."

"Why can't I see it ?" Rook asked.

"Mister Blonko has quite a valid reason to not believe you, Tennyson." You retorted back.

"You can just call me Rook, magister [name]. I don't deserve such title from a magister like you !"

You looked the other way. "Fine, mister Rook but I believe I believe your skills are really phenomenal. I am not as impressive as you are."

"Nonsense, you are one the youngest magister in history. You deserve every merit give magister [name]. Do not call me by any title. Just Rook."

You looked down the ground. "Okay, Rook. Then only call me [name] then." You muttered, loud enough for Rook and Ben to hear the hint of hesitation in your voice. Rook smiled and gave your a thumbs up. Now his attention was back on Ben

"But still, why can't I see alien X, Ben ?"

"Guys...there's some things you're gonna have to trust me on."

"Show us some proof then. With no proof , your words are as hollow as your mind, Tennyson."

"Hey ! What did I do ?!"

Chapter 2

Taglist : @supernerdycookietrashblrr

[nekrosdolly]

another wesker brain rot blurb (18+)

cw; unhinged wesker thanks to uroboros, uroboros injections and mentions, canon compliant with the events leading up to re5, husband wesker, objectification if you squint, temperature differences (he is an icicle personified sorry guys), domesticated wesker, fingering, non-specified reader genitalia.

pet names (reader received): my dear, dearest, little dove

husband albert wesker ♡ ︎♡ ︎♡

husband wesker, who, thanks to uroboros, has a heightened sense of smell. since starting his injections, he's been obsessed with how you smell- your shampoo, your cologne/perfume, any lotions you'd use. even the scent of your skin without any product added is addictive.

husband wesker, who cooks for you despite his developing lack of appetite. he knows you need to eat and truthfully, he enjoys cooking. he never got to experience he domestics of having a homelife, what with his whole life being Umbrella ever since he was born. learning to cook is definitely stressful at first and he's not good to begin with- he's a scientist, not a chef. truthfully, he burns a lot of things at first, but you're a good sport and you help him along. he is embarrassed the first few times, even if he doesn't outright say it you can tell by the way the tips of his ears turn pink and how his lip twitches.

husband wesker, who comes up from behind when you're least expecting it and slides his hand to the small of your back, dipping his head down to kiss your hair, secretly marveling at how good you smell. he adores how soft your hair is too. how loud your heart beats in your chest when he moves his hand to your hip, when he murmurs in your ear, "you are divine, my dear."

husband wesker, who, despite losing his humanity, knows to treat you with care. though his primal instincts have begun to take over, he's careful with you as he's always been. though his eyes have turned red, his pupils to slits, he looks at you with adoration. his touches are never violent- he's become gentler since taking doses of Uroboros. he treats you less like your own person and more like a prize to hang on a wall. everything you do makes his heart, beating or otherwise, swell with pride. his blood roars in his ears at the most innocent of touches from you.

husband wesker, who was never one for kisses before Uroboros, now kisses you like his life depends on it. always handsy and needs you near for him to focus, otherwise he's worried about what you're doing and who you might be with. he knows you'd never rat him out- you love him just as much as he loves you, after all- but he can't help the thought that someone is manipulating you. someone that isn't him, and that hurts. he has no reason to be jealous

husband wesker, who never blows up your phone, but takes to periods of the cold shoulder until you finally get him to tell you what's wrong. his rage is calm with you. he'll make you sit in his lap while he tells you what's wrong, only for you to soothe him and assuage his fears. you know he's coming from a good place, even if his methods are a bit odd. his hands never leave you as he talks, finding comfort in stroking your hair or your cheek, even rubbing circles on the meat of your hips. without his gloves, his fingers are just as cold as ever, even through layers of clothing.

husband wesker, who's gentle with you during sex because if he's not, he might seriously injure you. his grip on your hips is deadly, but other than that, he's a saint. he whispers praises while he fingers your fluttering entrance, his fingers slick with your come and lube. "you're taking my fingers so well, little dove. can you take another? just one more for me, dearest?"

you'll nod, a quiet moan leaving you when he adds a third finger- they're long and on the thicker side, helping to stretch you open in preparation while also hitting that spot that makes you go limp. he kisses your neck, down to your collarbone, where he leaves lovebites and admittedly very dark hickeys. your nails digging into his arm brings him back from his thoughts, and he watches you come undone from his fingers for the second time. this was supposed to prep you, but he loves how you look with his fingers buried within you.

[m-jelly]

Levi, right? Levi, but... What if Reader was like an Assassin like Eivor Wolf-kissed from Assassins Creed Valhalla?

I used to play Assassins Creed so much, I loved the game. Ezio was my fav character but after Revelations, I tried the third one and didn't enjoy it anymore, I came back for Syndicate because it was in my country and during the Victorian period which I love. It was an incredible game and the last Assassin's Creed game I played. I know about Vikings, I know a lot about them but not about the Assassin's Creed game. So, I hope you don't mind but, I'll base it on the ones I know.

Assassin

Levi x fem!reader

Assassins, game-inspired, Assassin's Creed Brotherhood, 1500s era, romance, teasing, enemies to lovers concept.

You've been trying to assassinate a terrible rich Lord for a while, but his prized guard keeps stopping you. You have been trying to convince him that his boss is a terrible person but he's loyal to his duty. One day you decide, enough is enough.

Levi admired the light heat, it wasn't as unbearable as it had been recently and he liked that. It made him smile when he had a sense you were watching him. When you first appeared months ago when frost still clung to the land, you were butting heads and fighting so much.

However, as the warmth arrived and the heat the feelings between the two of you matched the weather. Touches were lingering, gazes were longing and the banter was now flirtatious and teasing. It'd become a fun game between the two of you, but you still had a job to do and a target to kill.

He turned to face where he thought you were but saw nothing. "Huh."

You dove for him and tackled him to the ground. You rolled with Levi before pinning him to the floor as you growled. "Finally, I've got you. I'll tie you up and kill your boss. It's taken so long to get here."

Levi smiled a bit. "You're cute when you're confident."

You pouted. "Levi."

He chuckled. "I'm so glad I told you my name because it sounds so good on your lips." He bucked up against you making you release him. He grabbed you before rolling over onto you. "Now, this is a better position."

You felt your heart race. "You!"

He leaned closer making you gasped. "You're beautiful."

You nipped your lip as your eyes searched his perfect face. "You're finally being honest, huh?"

He cupped the side of your face and started playing with your hair. "I am. You going to try and tell me about how terrible my boss is?"

"He deserves to die."

"Says who?" He eyed your heaving chest. "I didn't know you were God or your order was."

You pushed your fingers into his hair. "Shut up and kiss me." You yanked him down and kissed him passionately. "Mm." You gasped. "Better than I imagined."

Levi pressed his body against yours as he kissed you over and over. His hand ran down the outside of your thigh as he pushed your leg up. "You're incredible."

You panted a little. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?"

You punched him in the side of his ribs making him roll off you. "For that. I have to kill your boss." You got up and sprinted towards the building.

Levi grunted and watched you climb up a tree and leap to an open window with beautiful grace. "Fuck." You were beautiful to him, he liked how strong you were.

The care for his boss was gone, he wouldn't mind him dying because he was a terrible person. He beat a lot of his workers, traded in people and stole from anyone. Levi stayed because it paid well and he owed the man because he saved him. However, you were becoming more important to him.

He rushed inside the home not to stop you but so he could witness you kill your target. Levi wanted to see how godly you were when you achieved your goal when you took a life and watched it slip through your fingers.

He shoved the double doors for the grand hall open to see his boss shouting at another poor worker. His boss was about to strike the worker but you appeared. He smiled as you leapt from the ceiling like you were some kind of goddess or angel.

You landed on your target with your hidden blade raised up before slamming it into his neck. "I hope you reflect on the pain you caused to others. You played god so we returned that back to you. Was it worth it?"

He gasped and choked on his blood for a moment. "I just wanted control, order and respect. I gained that and then lost control. I kept taking."

You yanked your blade out. "Rest in peace." You carefully lay him down before rising to your feet and staring at Levi. "Is this the part where you chase me down and try to kill me?"

Levi walked right up to you and grabbed your hand. "No, this is the part where we run off together."

Your eyes widened. "You want to join the assassins?"

"You inviting me?"

You smiled. "Yes, always."

He yanked you close and kissed you. "Let's go."

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[necrotic-nephilim]

i think it would be interesting to explore jaybabs, especially if babs is darker, like in the babscass prompt you did. babs helps jason track down people she wants dead, and he courts her by leaving corpses on her door, except she likes it. she gets the joker killed by a third party and delivers his head to jason, and he just fucks her right there.

anon i need you to know my reaction to this ask was SO delighted. like i had to cover my mouth and scream and just. lost my mind bc oh my GOD. i've never even considered dead dove JayBabs.

but i love the idea of a darker Babs. i think Babs being raised by a police officer who has killed in the line of duty could influence her feelings. and i remember in Joker: Last Laugh, i think it was? where she struggled with morality relating to wanting to kill the Joker. so she's not a hard character to gently push in that direction, esp given her tendency to work with and around those who have. if she just finally snaps, you can do a *lot* with her on the darker side of things. and as for JayBabs, i think sometimes about how Babs had a thing for Jean-Paul, who is someone else who's been known for lethal violence. and how she basically had to tell him "hey. i like you." and the control she took. so, imo that could easily apply to JayBabs and how she just bluntly approaches being into Jason. especially given the age gap and you push how young he could've been when he came back as Red Hood and possibly was like. 18. and Babs is in her mid 20s, knowing Jason is emotionally vulnerable and needs someone to lean on who's going to do better than Bruce. she starts with sending him coordinates and information on people she knows he's hunting. or, people she just knows are shitty. and Jason knows a hit list when he sees one. and he's very intrigued bc everyone has always painted Babs as being very moral like Bruce.

so he leaves dead bodies on her doorstep just to see her reaction. and it's *not* what he expects. bc she sends him more names and locations, this time with a "helpful tip" about how she feels about corpse dumping and next time, he can bring her a souvenir or trophy to prove his point. bc she likes the bodies alright, but it's a messy cleanup for someone in a wheelchair to handle. sometimes he leaves her fingers, sometimes it's teeth. for one particular pervert, he just leaves the guy's eyes and a sorry note that says it's the only part of the guy that was still intact by the time he was done. and so Babs is so enthralled by this little game that she gets the Joker killed for Jason and Jason just. loses it.

also? what i think is fun is if this romance is almost double-sided. playing into the idea of Jason being a bookworm and Babs in her librarian era. every week or so Jason goes to the library and always asks for Babs, casually asking for her recommendations and telling her what he thought of the last books she recommended. it's almost a thrilling roleplay where they pretend they're flirting strangers and Jason always says he's busy at night with work, working on another project for "a scary boss lady". it's coy and they enjoy the fun of being normal strangers while Jason is sending her bloody body parts.

and when Joker is finally dead, the slow dance ends bc Jason needs her now. and Babs finally gets what she wants out of her long-con when Jason is fucking into her and she's guiding him on how to support her body and make her feel good. she's promising him as he's buried inside her the next people she has planned and the parts she wants from them which shouldn't make Jason this horny but somehow it does.

also just the erotism of Babs having *the* Red Hood wrapped around her finger. she can tell him what to do and he *listens*. he will drop everything for her and whenever she praises him he just shatters and cries so pretty for her. anything for the person who finally helped him find a purpose, yk. it's so crunchy.

[solaiced]

CASE 11: SUKUNA RYOMEN'S PREY.

!content!: chasing, haunting adeline refs?, outdoor sex and pred/prey play.

wc: 900

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You don't think you've had to run so much in one go, at least not since high school. But you had a damn good reason. This gigantic man with pink hair, face tats and bulging muscles started chasing you out of nowhere, and usually, you’d be flattered, except this man looked fucking dangerous.

How you survived up until now? No idea. Adrenaline, whatever, kept you on your toes, keeping the pain and discomfort away.

You hear the man chuckle darkly near your ear, and you lost footing, surprised. So now, you were held up by his hand gripping your shirt.

"Now, now, dove, you seriously thought you could out run me?" He cackles. “Funny. Well, since you lost, time to give me my beloved prize." His red eyes rake over your barely covered body, tank top because your pesky roommates (who you now wished were home, earlier) had gone out, and its matching Hello Kitty booty shorts.

You were littered with bruises, cuts and blood. Usually, you were a pretty talkative person, but fear had rendered you completely speechless. What did he mean by that?

Oh. You’d just realize what he meant. Men were disgusting.

Fuck. If his dick was proportional to his body, it would reach your lungs.

…

Holy shit. You shouldn't have looked down. You can see it poking through his pants. You should start praying now, because if he doesn't show mercy, Hell, even Satan will. You look up at him, now facing this monster, chest-to-chest, with fearful eyes.

He grins, eyes crinkling at corners and you almost swoon. He was way too charming for your own good. You'd fuck him, out of free will, being honestly honest. (Was that a correct sentence? You didn't care, he was too hot to even think.)

"Speechless? Don't be, baby, I'll make you speak in no time. So, take off your clothes, or I'll rip them off myself, and you'll have to beg me to fuck you and let you cum.”

You exhale loudly, dead panning.

“Seriously Ryo?" He drops his

smile, wondering why you broke character. What had he done wrong?

“What?” Sukuna pouts, moving both arms to wrap around your waist.

"That line's so cheesy, find something better!" You complain, letting him catch you when you fall back into his arms.

"Don't care. Take off your damn clothes." He tugs at your pink shorts, not trying to be subtle when he slaps your ass, digging

fingers in your ass cheeks as he spreads them experimentally.

He looks devastating in the dark. His red eyes are almost shining in the dark. His nose, jaw and throat, are dimly lit by the light from your porch, highlighting every harsh detail of his face. You really got lucky. You have to thank God, soon. You hear your name and look up.

"Take it off." Sukuna repeats for the third time. You heed his words, because you didn't want to beg to cum, again. He was really cruel, when he wanted to. Once your clothes are off, your nipples perked up in the cold air, he lifts you up with ease, undoing his sweat pants as he presses your back to the tree, the bark scrapping you.

"Wait, Ryomen, wait!" Your head bangs against the tree when you throw it back with a scream as Sukuna plunges into you, your slick lubing him up.

"Ugh... I got too excited. You're too tight to move." He grumbles, as if it was your fault. You wince, tightnening more as your body tries to get the big intrusion out of you.

"Fuck, little prey, relax a bit, I know you're into it, but I don't wanna hurt you…Too much. " He grins as he mutters the last part. Your head folls forward, tongue out whilst your mouth dropped open.

Sukuna puts a hand under your chin, lifting your face to see your dazed eyes.

"My perfect dove. You want me to move, mhm, yes you do. " He makes you ned, hips rocking to stimulate you. Over and over, just to drive you absolutely crazy. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, whining loudly like a dog, or rather, a bitch in heat.

You were going cum too soon, fuck.

"Fuck, Fuck, you feel too good. Are you gonna cum, or what?" Sukuna growls, trying to keep his voice in check.

You stutter, hands grabbing everywhere they could for support, ending up in his hair and on his bicep. He keeps scratching you with his nails, his hands also frantically moving everywhere to either stabilize you, or feel your soft body in between his fingers.

"'M gonna–hgnh, cuh-hum!" You whine, muttering his name rapidly.

In, out, in, out, again and again, fuck it was so hard to focus on your impending orgasm when his hand settles on your clit, pinching and flicking and stroking and-!

"Ryo-hh!" You wail as you release, bringing Sukuna along. His pull-out game sucked, he thought as he slams inside of you, knocking his tip against your g-spot while ropes of cum accumulated in you and spilled out of your pretty cunt.

Sukuna's forehead was on yours as the both of you catched your breaths.

"Hey," He starts, mouth open, close to yours, "Can you still walk? I think I'm into this." He chuckles dryly while you narrow your eyes and frown.

“Okay, okay, let’s go home.”

[faggotmox]

title: violation rating: explicit pairing: Wheeler Yuta/Jon Moxley/Claudio Castagnoli, background Yuta/Mox/Claudio/Bryan/Regal word count: 14,358 warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Drugging, Psychological Torture, Anal Sex, piss 'play' (more maybe listed on ao3), Dead Dove Don't Eat notes: shout out to sarah for helping proof this :D summary: Is it a nightmare or reality Yuta experiences post All Out? Stress can have a profound impact on a person. series: the ancient art of quiet rape, part one

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Being a pro-wrestler meant spending a good amount of time in hospital waiting rooms. Either waiting for yourself or friends, just waiting. There was no one else here but Yuta, and the strangers in need of help. No one else was here by Bryan’s side. Just Yuta and the wait.

Nurses had informed Yuta that it would be awhile before“they would have any information they could share with him. There had to be a lot of tests and exams done because of the violent nature of the attack, as well as Bryan’s medical history. One of the PAs was nice enough to bring their bags to the hospital since they were, for good reason, left at the stadium

After seeing Yuta trying to wrangle so many bags the same nurse came back asking if she could store some of his things in the nurse’s locker room for him. All he needed was his water bottle and backpack. Once everything else was put away he told her he needed to take a walk to clear his head, but gave her his phone number so she could call him as soon as anything became known.

Yuta made his way outside, breathing in the smoggy air of Chicago. While walking Yuta realized he was picking at the embroidered letters on the left breast of his jacket. The tiny white threads fraying under his fingers. The name of his club, part of his life and identity for years. He didn’t let himself think about it, he couldn’t yet.

On the third pass around the hospital campus Yuta realized he should probably head back. The cool air had chilled him. There hadn’t been any call yet, but he was getting tired. At least he could sort of sleep in the hospital chairs. The idea of going back in filled the young man with anxiety so he stopped on a bench for a moment, trying to gather himself.

The water bottle in the backpack’s side pouch probably didn't have much left in it. The heavy steel felt nice in Yuta’s hands, real and solid. The edges of the National Park sticker he slapped on there were coming up. As he examined the bottle, Yuta found that the edges of the Swiss flag sticker were still perfect, and the same for the skull sticker at the bottom.

Why had he noticed that?

Yuta shook the thoughts out of his head and opened the bottle. He took a few big gulps, finding more water than he thought. Once he had his fill, Yuta mustered the courage to get up. There was a salty taste in his mouth so he took a few more sips off the bottle only to find that it was the source of the salty taste.

“I don’t remember putting an electrolyte pack in this…” Yuta muttered to himself as he got going.

A rustling noise made Yuta look up sharply, glancing around for the source. Even though the ER was busy, it was a pretty quiet night. No one else was walking around. The only sign of other people were the green lit security cars going by in rounds. The feeling of being watched surfaced in Yuta’s nervous system, something that he couldn’t quite shake.

Instead of figuring it out he just went for the first hospital entrance. It wasn’t the ER, and Yuta wasn’t sure the door was even supposed to be unlocked. It was though, the glass slightly ajar, so he went through it and into the hallway.

“Oh, thank Christ…” Yuta muttered as he saw the ER at the other end of the hallway. “This must be the other way in.”

All of a sudden Yuta was hit with a wave of drowsiness and nausea. The feeling came out of nowhere. For a moment he decided to lean on the wall because everything felt like he was on a boat. Something else came forward though, pushing through the nausea. For the first time since the attack the young man felt…not terrified or anxious.

Slowly Yuta started to relax down the wall, finding his home on the floor. The nausea ebbed away until the wrestler was just drowsy and relaxed, his eyes half closed as he rode out whatever wave of calm came over him.

Down the hallway Yuta could see people going about their work. No one knew he was back here. He knew that something shouldn’t be sitting right, or maybe he should be scared. But he wasn’t. In fact he felt pretty good. Aside from the short bursts of nausea which were getting further apart.

For some reason Yuta couldn’t stop watching the quick crossing of people passing the end of the hall. Without thinking too much about it, he raised the water bottle to his lips. Before much could get into his mouth someone was pulling it out of his hands, very soft and gentle.

“I think that’s enough of that, yes?” Claudio was suddenly there, smiling softly behind a mask.

“What?” Yuta stared blankly at what he could only assume was a hallucination of his boyfriend (ex-boyfriend probably).

“How are you feeling, baby?” Claudio made the water bottle disappear without breaking eye contact with the young man on the floor.

“Weird?” Yuta muttered, still taking in the fact that he was seeing the man who just betrayed him. It took a moment to process that Claudio was in a black cap and hoodie, and had donned a hospital-provided surgical mask. “You’re not real?”

“Of course we’re real.” Claudio smiled, pulling the mask off to show his face. “You look a little sick, babe, we should help you to the bathroom.”

“We?” Yuta blinked a few times. Like ghosts Mox appeared, wearing the exact same thing as Claudio. PAC and Marina stood further back. “What the fuck…”

“Shh.” Claudio leaned forward to lightly kiss Yuta, pacifying the young man before helping him up.

“Wheeler.” Mox had an arm wrapped around the woozy man, leaning in to speak into Yuta’s ear. “My prince.”

“What the fuck is happening?” Yuta grunted again as he walked away from the wall toward a bathroom further away.

“We’re helping you, Wheeler,” Claudio reassured him, his soothing voice feeling less genuine than usual. “You may have drunk something you shouldn’t have.”

The door to the bathroom swung open. Regretfully no one was inside, but thankfully Marina and PAC stayed outside. The eerie sense of danger struck Yuta, but it also didn’t raise any alarms. He just felt himself getting horny as his two boyfriends (ex? probably) manhandled him. It felt so familiar in a moment so strange.

“I don’ need t’throw up,” Yuta slurred once they were alone.

“We know.” Mox let go to walk over to the countertop off to the side of the sinks. “Put my prince here. I wanna tell ‘im a story.”

Suddenly Yuta was lifted by the Swiss man and carried the rest of the way. Something about the action now pissed off Yuta, whereas it used to be one of his favorite things about fucking Caudio.

“Don’ fuckin’ pick me up, asshole.” Yuta made sure his words were much more formed this time, pushing against the larger man as he was placed on the counter.

“Shh. Relax, baby. I know you love when I lift you.” Claudio spoke softly into the younger man’s ear.

“I’m mad at you.” Yuta pushed harder on Claudio, he may have been out of it but he saw the nice guy façade flicker off for just a moment. It was hard to think, to remember, but Yuta could just barely remember shoving Claudio in the ring earlier only to be hit back.

“Hey. Relax.” Mox jerked his chin at his counterpart. “Hey, sweetheart.” His attention turned back to his young boy. “I’ve missed you.”

Mox was between Yuta’s knees, pushing up against the edge of the counter. Hands found hips. For the first time ever Yuta felt uncomfortable with Mox touching him. Something was telling him to fight back but he just didn’t really want to. There had been enough fighting, Yuta didn’t want to keep fighting his loved ones.

“Hey, don’t worry.” Mox had a hand on the young boy’s jaw, keeping their eyes connected. “I can help with all that--” He gestured at Yuta’s head. “Close your eyes and open your mouth for me, baby.”

“I donno.” Yuta tried to look away but was held in place.

Yuta was feeling less bad now, but also like he cared less. What more could these two do to him that hadn’t already been done? The violence Yuta could stomach, it was the actions he struggled to accept. There was a moment of rare patience from Mox. Finally Yuta timidly opened his mouth, but paused before also closing his eyes.

The jangle of the water bottle could be heard. The ridged feeling of the rim was familiar to Yuta. Without thinking much about it the young boy took a hefty drink. The salty taste was less strong than he remembered. Eyes still closed, he savored the moment of safety. Something else hit his tongue and Yuta went to open his eyes.

“No, no,” Mox tutted, his hand even covering Yuta’s eyes. “Swallow for me like the good boy I know you are.”

And he did. It was Mox’s raspy voice calling him a good boy and asking him to swallow. How could he not? Yuta was trying to fight to the surface but he just didn’t know how he was supposed to feel. The way Mox’s hands sent electric sparks over his nerve endings was too distracting.

“See, Claudio, he’s still a good boy.” Mox threw a grin over his shoulder at the looming figure behind him.

“We’ll see.” Claudio’s dark eyes drilled straight through Yuta.

“‘M mad’ch you both.” Yuta had to grit his teeth, holding onto that far off rage as waves of calm washed over him.

“That’s why I’m gonna tell you a story, sweetheart.” Mox grinned, all teeth as his hands brushed over the maroon shirt Yuta was wearing. “Just relax.”

“Stop,” Yuta found himself muttering but even he didn’t believe himself.

“Does it not feel good?” Mox paused, a vaguely concerned look that could be fake.

“It--” Yuta closed his eyes, trying to figure out what he wasn’t saying right. It still felt good to have these hands on his skin. “Yeah?”

“Remember our first match?” Mox bypassed the answer, leaning in as if that were the permission. Quietly he spoke into Yuta’s ear, hands running up his sides like sparklers on his skin. “Greatest forty seconds of my life.”

“Jon…” Yuta moaned when one hand passed over a certain part of his ribcage that was more sensitive. “‘Member gettin’ m’ass kicked.”

“I loved kicking it, baby.” Mox nibbled on his ear, feeling goosebumps under his hands. “I chased you after that. Obsessed with you. I couldn’t get you outta my head. Then Bryan…Bryan said your name first.”

“Jon, please.” Yuta shook his head slightly, dizziness hitting him.

Slowly Mox pulled back, his hand coming up to cup the back of Yuta’s neck. They locked eyes. There was something in the depths of the icy blues that Yuta just couldn’t figure out. A message just for him but he didn’t know what it said. More waves of calm hit Yuta, the last of his willpower being overturned.

“I knew you were my prince in those forty seconds, Wheeler.” Mox’s words held a sincerity that actually scared Yuta. It’d be easier if Mox just hated him. “And I mean mine.”

“I don’t understand. Why?” Yuta reached up to touch Mox’s check, feeling the coarse ginger hair.

“You will. Let me tell you a story.” Mox’s hands were back on Yuta, driving the young man’s body crazy. “There once was this kingdom. The King,” strong hands squeezed Yuta’s thighs, “allowed everyone to do as they pleased, but every so often the King would need to knock some heads. Then one day a dragon came.” Mox started working to open the belt holding up the black jeans on skinny hips. “This dragon propositioned the King, saying that they could share the prince the King was entitled to. They could share the kingdom and all the gold.” Sharp eyes stayed glued to Yuta’s face.

“But see, the King knew not to trust a dragon when it came to that which we covet. He asked the dragon what he would receive in return, because the King did not deal with those who did not battle with him.” Mox opened up the zipper of the young boy’s jeans. The loud metallic whine echoed off the bathroom walls. “The dragon claimed he wasn’t there as a threat, that he had heard that the King here was the greatest King there was and wanted to join such a fierce ruler. So the dragon would agree to battle the King, and then stand alongside the King, promising to help build the kingdom. With a dragon the King would be unstoppable.”

“Seems pretty fuckin’ stupid t’ trust a dragon.” Yuta sighed, feeling like this was taking too long.

“The King never trusted the dragon, Wheeler,” Claudio chimed in from his menacing position under a half-burned-out fluorescent light.

“Claudio’s right.” Mox nodded, his hand slowly sneaking into Yuta’s underwear. “The King never trusted the dragon, but knew that the dragon could help him get his prince. So the King called in his Knight, his closest confidant. Together they tamed the dragon, claiming the King’s prince, and ruled together for years. Until…the dragon…got…greedy.”

“Oh, fuck.” Yuta’s brain became a kaleidoscope of pleasure. This exact thing had happened before, but tonight it felt so much better. “J-Jon.”

“Did you even realize you were hard for me, slut?” The gravel in Mox’s voice sharpened the accusation, making the other squirm. “Is my story too interesting?”

“Not really,” Yuta panted, his drowsy eyes becoming more awake.

The sudden pain registered before the loud crack of the slap. Yuta’s world rocked back and forth as a devastating sting bloomed across the skin of his face. Everything felt good. The slap reminded Yuta of Regal, the way that man used to brutalize them. He felt his cock twitching in Mox’s palm.

“Look at that, getting turned on by a little violence and pain, baby?” Mox teased.

“Maybe he still can wear that jacket,” Claudio scoffed.

“Anyways, my story.” Mox fondled the head of the young boy’s cock, palming the sensitive gland with his big, warm hand. “When a dragon gets greedy there’s only one thing a King can do to protect his kingdom. Do you know what that is, Wheeler? Why does the King always have Knights by his side?”

“F-Fuck….no? I don’t--” Yuta shook his head, closing his eyes. The memory of Mox sliding the plastic bag over Bryan’s head was playing in his mind’s eye.

“You slay the dragon, and take back what belongs to you,” Mox growled in Yuta’s ear. “Take back your kingdom, your gold, and your prince.”

The word prince was punctuated by Mox squeezing Yuta’s dick almost painfully. To Yuta it just felt good. Even with his eyes closed and his brain playing them attacking Bryan over and over again, he was still horny. He tried to force the horrific scene in his head to get out of this, but Mox knew everything he liked.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Mox grunted, voice laced with a poison sweetness. “I am too. Wheeler, it was so fucking sexy taking Bry down like that.” The nickname sent an uncomfortable shot through Yuta. “I was so fuckin’ hard feeling him thrash and fight as he lost his ability to breathe. Fucking idiot, made it easy for me by not conserving his oxygen.”

Everything inside Yuta snapped back. All the anger and pain, the way Mox spoke about Bryan. The familiarity and sexual nature of it sent the younger man over the edge. Just as Yuta came he headbutted Mox, right between the eyes thanks to the counter he was sitting on. When Mox pulled back Yuta used the space to slam a punch as hard as he could into Mox’s liver.

“Fuck!” Mox laughed as he reached out to grab Yuta’s hands.

Yuta was losing steam, feeling like he was being sucked under again. It took most of his power but he pushed himself forward off the countertop as Mox wrestled his hands. They staggered backwards together thanks to the ginger man’s grip not letting them fall. Yuta was woozy, at this point he was just falling into his boyfriend. (ex? yeah.)

“Alright, that’s enough.” Mox sighed in annoyance.

Everything went upside down for Yuta. A huge pain blossomed in his back. All the air rushed out of his lungs. For a few seconds everything was stars before the world started rushing back. Yuta’s body screamed at him that he was going to throw up.

“Ugh.” The gurgle groan got a few laughs that Yuta couldn't pay attention to right now.

Just as Yuta forced his body to turn over on the grimy tile with a hefty groan he felt his stomach contract. A heavy amount of pain obscured his ability to feel his body. No retching came but he heard the others laughing more at the few dry heaves. Opening his eyes was a difficult task but if Yuta focused he could see.

“Fuck, it’s kinda hot.” Mox nudged the taller man with an elbow as they watched the young boy.

“I’d agree.” Claudio gave an approving nod, standing behind Mox now. Large hand rubbing the hard outline of the man’s dick through the tight black pants. “Hasn’t even realized, King.”

“Nah. To be fair he must be feeling out of this world by now.” Mox’s tongue stuck out slightly as he watched his young boy wither on the floor.

“Excellent throw, by the way.” Claudio said casually as he kissed Mox’s neck. “You should tell him.”

“Tell me wha’?” Yuta stayed limp on the cold floor. It felt good. Some sort of relief had overtaken him, and he was riding one of those long waves of horny calm now.

Reluctantly Mox extracted himself from the Swiss man. All Yuta could really think about was how good Mox’s dick looked against those pants. The stiff, girthy outline was mouth watering. The ginger man crouched down, a smirk on his face as he reached out to start taking Yuta’s jacket off. Sliding the arm through, then the other. Finally he roughly tugged the BCC jacket out from under Yuta and tossed it to Claudio.

“You pissed yourself, kid.” Mox chuckled as he knelt back down.

“Wha’?” Yuta blinked a few times at the man leaning over him before he looked down at his crotch. Sure enough…he had pissed himself. There was come, and piss soaked his underwear and ran down his leg to puddle on the floor. “Oh fuck. How…?”

“I knocked the piss outta you with that throw. Don’t worry, I made sure you didn’t get any on your precious jacket.” Mox’s cruel tease just made his target whimper.

“This bathroom is out of order.” Claudio mentioned as he walked closer. “And I really need to piss.”

“Funny.” Mox stood up, stretching his arms over his hand. “I gotta take a leak too.”

“Fuck. Why’s this hot?” Yuta groaned to himself. A feeling of weird, sexy shame welled up in his belly. “I don’t want this?”

“But don’t you?” Claudio shrugged, the nice guy flickering on again like he was helping Yuta accept an unconventional sex thing about himself. “You came so hard you pissed yourself, baby.”

“I did, yeah…” Yuta just felt…good. Other than a little dry mouth his body was feeling like it was on cloud nine.

“He looks thirsty, C.” Mox winked, noticing the smacking of the young boy’s lips. “Take care of my prince.”

To Yuta’s surprise it wasn’t urine to quench his thirst. Actually Claudio kindly got his water bottle. Careful hands helped Yuta sip some of the salty oasis. The bottle was mostly empty now. Again Claudio made the bottle disappear out of the young boy’s sight.

A large hand gripped the collar of Yuta’s shirt, scrunching up the maroon material. As Claudio started dragging Yuta, the collar choked the younger man. Not much but enough to make him cough. His back met the cool wall, sliding down it enough to be considered slumped.

“Jerk off, baby. You feel good, don’t ya?” Mox walked closer, one hand undoing his belt buckle the rest of the way.

There was a whole part of Yuta detached from everything, but another part that was so present that he couldn’t deny he was into it. Everything felt incredible; he’d already come and his body wanted more. The nagging thought that this might be the last time he ever had these men, or the absolution that this might not even be happening drove Yuta to comply.

“C’mon, baby, do it for your King.” The pink of Mox’s tongue poked out as he watched his young boy work to push his pants down, underwear going with it. “Good boy. I told you he was still a good boy, Claudio.”

“Perhaps.” Claudio’s skeptical look was something Yuta had never been on the receiving end of, and it crushed a certain part of the smaller wrestler. Always Claudio had an unshakable faith in Yuta that had now disappeared. “I do not think he understands the privilege he has of serving his King.”

“Always looking out for my honor.” Mox’s attention completely left Yuta for him to beam at his most trusted confidant, his knight in shining armor.

“It is my duty to protect my King.” Claudio’s sure voice had Yuta wince, and his skin crawled.

“That’s why you’re here.” Mox’s hand clasped around the back of the larger man’s neck, their eyes on each other as if no one else was there.

The devotion and sincerity to Mox like he was a higher power came through as alarming. Yuta had never seen this side of Claudio, not even a hint. Even in Yuta’s current state he could tell something was off with his boyfriends. (yes, ex-boyfriends. right.)

Even the way Mox jerked the taller man down seemed rough. The way they handled each other was brutal. Yuta thought they were going to kiss. Instead Mox bit into Claudio’s lower lip until he bled. Even as teeth tore through sensitive skin Claudio didn’t flinch. Sure the BCC had been hard, rough, and even brutal. Yuta knew how odd the thought sounded in his head. It felt different now.

Despite the violent display happening above Yuta making him question the other two’s sanity, he was still working his cock like he’d been told to do. Mox’s fingers dug into the back of Claudio’s neck as he worked the wound for more blood. The soft whimpering that rumbled from Claudio’s chest made Yuta’s heart stop. That was the same sound Claudio made when they were kissing.

“You’re it,” Mox whispered, trying not to let Yuta hear their crazed intimacy. “You’re the reason I can take back what’s mine. You are the King Maker, and because of that, when it comes to my prince, what's mine is rightfully yours.”

“King--” Claudio looked so softly at the man holding him by the neck.

“Sh.” Mox stopped the other from speaking, bringing up his hand to smear the blood across the Swiss man’s mouth. “You’re beautiful.”

“I’m still right fuckin’ here,” Yuta grunted. “Sitting in my own piss.”

“You’re jerking off, aren’t you?” Mox growled as he was forced to end the moment with his trusted knight. “Jealous little bitch.”

“Fuck you,” Yuta spat.

There was too much movement for Yuta to keep track of as Claudio went to strike him, but Mox stopped the larger man. The fire in Claudio’s eyes told Yuta that he was incredibly lucky to be spared. Again, the young boy wasn’t familiar with this Claudio.

“You know I like his mouth. It’s okay.” Mox leaned into the hold he had on Claudio’s arm to nuzzle his neck. “You can do the honors. It’ll make you feel better.”

“Thank you.” Claudio relaxed, straightening up after the nuzzling pacified him. “You honor me.”

“You deserve it.” Mox pulled back, but his eyes stayed on the red around the other’s mouth. “Let’s pick up the pace. We have a lot to do.”

“Yes, King.” Claudio gave a stiff nod.

“Fuckin’ finally,” Yuta mumbled, his eyes had dropped in drowsiness again.

“You’re lucky,” Claudio reminded the slumped man. “You won’t be for long, and I’ll remember when it’s time.”

“Cryptic as usual.” Yuta shrugged, not caring anymore about the conversation because the man in front of him was pulling out his dick.

Claudio made sure to crowd Yuta as his cock flopped out of his shorts. The massive length always impressed the younger man, he loved taking it in any form. So many memories of times before rushed back to him as he looked up at a man so much different than the man in his memories. This wouldn’t even be the first time they’d pissed on him.

The hot stream landed heavily on Yuta’s chest, soaking the maroon to a deeper shade. The spreading warmth made the young boy moan, his hand working his cock to full hardness. Just as he got carried away, his eyes closing from the pleasure, Claudio flicked his stream up into Yuta’s face.

Instantly, Yuta pulled away. A new kind of betrayal. Getting piss on Yuta’s face intentionally had been a hard limit, along with drinking it. At the time Claudio had gently assured him those preferences were fine and not unusual. Using that against Yuta was a different kind of low.

“Keep your fuckin’ hands down, bitch,” Mox warned when he noticed Yuta instinctively trying to block the stream.

“Cryptic enough, Wheeler?” Claudio snarked as the stream started to die down, and leaned forward just to make sure every last drop landed on the Yutas face. “Fuck you.”

“Okay! I get it.” Yuta reached down to grab his shirt, wanting to use it to clean his face off some before he realized it was soaked.

“Why do you think he didn’t just go for the face?” Mox laughed while he watched his distressed young boy. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t piss on your face, but then again you didn’t piss me off.”

“I’m sorry.” Yuta nearly sobbed. “Can I please-- just--?”

“Fuckin’ Christ. You broke him just by doing that?” Mox was still snickering, hand on his dick.

“It was one of the few hard limits he refused to move on.” Claudio mentioned off-handedly. Like it was just some casual fact instead of an intimate personal thing. “He told me why, too.”

“Don’t.” Yuta actually sobbed, he felt tears washing away the piss.

“Why?” Mox was giddy.

“Once on a very long drive, Trent poured a bottle of piss on Wheeler’s face while he was asleep.” Claudio summarized the traumatic story, each word making Yuta cry even harder.

“Fuck, that dude is a prick.” Mox laughed even more. “That’s fuckin’ funny.”

“Everyone was in the van, weren’t they?” Claudio was suddenly very close to Yuta, kneeling down. “Answer.”

“Yes.” Yuta hiccuped the word out between sobs. It was like reliving the moment on a fast loop.

“No one gave a shit, did they?” Claudio urged. “What was it that Orange said? Damn it Trent, now the car is going to smell like pee.”

“Y-Yes.” Yuta shook his head, unable to stop from remembering that moment.

“God damn, dude. You stayed with those assholes way too long. Get out of the splash zone, C.” Mox urged. “Unless you want some backsplash.”

“After tonight we may have our own shower.” Claudio’s voice moved further away.

Yuta didn’t want to open his eyes. Tightly screwed shut since the first moment piss splashed his face. Nothing was stopping the loop of Trent’s mistreatment, he couldn’t climb free. He knew he needed to open his eyes, ground himself that he wasn’t back then. Not that right now was much better.

Finally the choice was ripped away from Yuta. The only choice tonight he was grateful not to have to make. From deep inside his head Yuta heard Mox ask for water and then something ran over his face. A few slaps and Yuta had the courage to open his eyes.

“Fuckin’ pussy. It’s no fun if you’re catatonic.” Mox groaned as if this was some huge inconvenience Yuta had caused. “Keep your eyes open or I piss on your face. Also if you stop jerking off I’ll piss on your face.”

“It’s not like that’s been a problem.” Claudio’s snark made Yuta realize that his hand was still massaging his dick.

After Mox told his young boy to keep his hands down, he had. Then Yuta reverted back to the original order to jerk off. It made his head spin more that this was so ingrained in him after all these years.

A lot of strange things had happened tonight, but even Yuta had to admit to himself that noticing that Mox’s piss was clearer than normal had to be up there. It wasn’t just clearer but clear. Yuta marveled at that. Mox had pissed on and near him before, he had heard countless arguments from Bryan about how Mox needed to drink more water because his piss was dark.

“Your piss is clear.” Yuta watched as the hefty stream soaked his crotch, allowing his hand to slip and slide even better. A moan slipped past his lips.

“Claudio’s keeping me healthy.” Mox moaned as he watched his young boy’s cock under his piss. “Only water, and two cups of coffee a day. You’re lucky.”

Yuta’s deconstructed brain wondered if Claudio’s control over Mox’s diet was the reason for the massive physical difference now. Mox was unbelievably cut, his waist shrinking down and he was packed with more defined muscles. These days Mox was starting to look like a bodybuilder, his physique mimicking Claudio’s in some ways.

As the stream ended Yuta realized he spent the whole time worrying about the abrupt change in all of Mox’s usual habits. The last few drops were shaken off until Yuta was just sitting in a massive puddle of three men’s piss, his clothes completely ruined.

“That feels better.” Mox sighed as he finished, looking down at the very wet Wheeler.

“He kind of looks like PAC,” Claudio joked, but only actually laughed when Mox playfully shoved him.

“Alright, alright. Get him stripped, and over the counter.” Mox stepped back to allow his right-hand man to do the work.

While Claudio undressed Yuta, the young boy watched Mox watch them. The black jacket was tossed onto the sinks. As Mox’s belt escaped each loop Yuta watched closely, captivated. There was a sense that if he looked hard enough then he might understand, or maybe he was just horny.

The black jeans were slung low over Mox’s hips. Shirt so snug it rode up a little near the ginger man’s hips. The slutty little jut he used to teased them all any chance he got. Yuta watched as Mox slowly stripped himself of the t-shirt too, mostly for his young boy’s pleasure.

“Fuck, he looks good.” Yuta didn’t know he was speaking out loud until he saw Claudio look over too.

“He looks incredible.” Claudio’s mesmerized voice did little to deter his hands from working.

“I know you two are talkin’ ‘bout me.” Mox sauntered over, tongue poking out between his lips.

“Of course.” Claudio was crouched down as Mox came to a stop in front of him. “Nearly done.” The Swiss man’s eyes traveled lower to the appealing skin just above Mox’s pants.

“You’re good, big man. It ain’t like he’s helping much.” Mox nudged Yuta in the side with his boot.

“Hey.” Yuta tried to push the dirty boot away but missed.

“King?” Claudio looked up at the other man, eyes asking for some sort of permission.

“Go ahead.” Mox grinned, apparently knowing exactly what the other wanted.

Yuta watched as Claudio leaned forward, one hand on Mox’s hip. Just over the jut of the ginger man’s hip, right above the line of his jeans, Claudio pressed a bloody kiss. When the Swiss man pulled away there was a smudged, bloody mark of his lips. It reminded Yuta of the trashy tattoos of a lady’s lipstick print. That sickening devotion oozed out of Claudio.

“Good. Go on and finish up,” Mox urged while admiring the mark.

The last of Yuta’s clothes were stripped away. Nothing left shielding him from the chill or embarrassment. Despite the long interlude Yuta was still mostly hard. The piss was drying on his skin, but the puddle on the ground was still there. This time Claudio didn’t have Yuta’s collar to haul him up so he had to lift the younger man from under his arms.

Everything washed around in Yuta’s vision. It was hard to get his feet under him, not that Claudio seemed to care as he stumbled along. Each inch of Yuta’s body felt gross, but also hot. It was hard to untangle his thoughts and feelings from how good it all felt. Even when Claudio had recounted the Trent story, if Yuta was honest with himself…it was hot. He’d almost come from the shame and embarrassment and traumatic memories.

The counter they had sat him on earlier suddenly was in his face. Yuta grunted at the thud he made on the hard surface, but his body just sang with pleasure. Both of his hands finally came up to rest near his head. For some reason Yuta wasn’t quite sure what was about to happen. Even after everything the other two had done, it just hadn’t clicked yet.

When Yuta realized no one was actually holding him down he pushed himself up just enough to look over his shoulder. Mox and Claudio stood behind him, looking directly at their target. They noticed Yuta looking over so Claudio covered his mouth while speaking. It seemed like they were discussing something based on the way Mox was giving short nods in response to the covered words. There was something like consideration on Mox's face until finally he agreed.

“You’ve got a point. Let’s stick to the plan as much as possible,” Mox muttered before making a sweeping gesture at Yuta. “Go ahead.”

“Wha’s happening?” Yuta felt himself lulling into one of those sleepy waves of serenity.

“Baby, if you don’t realize yet...” Mox just shrugged instead of finishing his statement.

“Well,” Claudio chuckled as he gestured to the hazy man bent over a counter. “As you said earlier, he is out of this world by now.”

“True.” Mox rubbed his chin as he looked at his naked young boy. “Show me my prince, Claudio.

“Yes, King.” Claudio gave a sharp nod.

A large hand pushed at the middle of Yuta’s back, forcing him down. The slow processing of his brain started to finally figure out what was happening just as Claudio spread the younger man’s cheeks. A terrified shiver ran through Yuta as he considered what was going to happen next.

“Fuck, baby, you look pretty damn good yourself,” Mox sounded off with a low whistle, his head tipped to the side slightly as he examined the naked man’s hole. “Damn pretty.”

The first touch Yuta felt was some kind of wet wipe, and it was more startling than he expected. Efficiently Claudio cleaned off his cheeks, his hole and balls. The quick work surprised Yuta before he realized that he was being cleaned up for their sake, not his own. It was a reminder that this was about Mox and Claudio, not Yuta.

Claudio’s first pass with his tongue over Yuta’s hole made the younger man flinch and jerk up. Everything was heightened, it felt so good but he didn’t…he just didn’t want this. Even as all of his nerve endings fired off happily, Yuta tried to reach back to stop it.

“Put your hands back, Wheeler.” Mox sighed as he came closer. “Look, kid, there’s two things that are about to happen. Either you let us take what’s ours, or we take what’s ours.”

“B-But I-I don’t--” Yuta pressed his forehead hard into the fake granite. “I’m mad at you.”

“You might be mad at us, Wheeler, but you will not defy your King,” Claudio growled from behind him.

“You don’t what, kid? You want it. Just look at your leaking cock.” Mox leaned against the counter, reaching out to grab a fist full of dark hair and wrench the younger man’s head back. “We know exactly what makes you feel good, baby. Let us.”

It sounded like a threat so Yuta just nodded as much as he could. There was a light pat to his check before Mox let go of his hair. Yuta’s face smacked the counter again. The soft wet feeling was back at his hole, but even though Yuta’s body told him it felt good, his brain let him know that he was right to feel violated.

Claudio spat on the quivering hole before him and then gathered up his saliva with his fingers to breach Yuta. The touch reminded him that not twelve hours earlier Claudio was sweetly fucking him in the locker room after their loss, promising there would be another chance, another time.

“Ha.” Claudio slipped two fingers into Yuta with ease. “He’s ready.”

“Yeah? The plan though.” Mox licked his lips as he watched Yuta’s trembling body.

“He’s still open from earlier.” Claudio shrugged.

“Clever. Flip him over.” Mox pointed at the bent over man and gestured for the action to happen.

Yuta was determined to flip himself over this time. Every time Claudio took a hold of him was just another reminder that this wasn’t his boyfriend. The nice guy switch was turned off. But Yuta couldn’t get himself turned over quick enough; his limbs felt like tired jello.

As Yuta was moved he moaned, his back tender from the throw earlier as well as his match. The annoying way his cock twitched when his bruised back wasn’t taken care of made Yuta’s eyes well up in tears. Why did it feel good? He knew it shouldn’t.

Suddenly Mox was between his young boy’s legs, forcing out any ponderings over the situation from Yuta’s head. The harsh scrape of jeans against Yuta’s ass made him whimper, his hips even wiggling a little. He could feel Mox’s cock on him.

“You’re tryin’ to tell me you don’t want this, baby? But your body’s begging for it.” Mox moaned as his cock slid against the cleft of Yuta’s ass.

“I don’t want it, Jon.” Yuta’s broken voice contradicted his physical state.

“Baby, you do.” Mox’s thrusts against his young boy’s ass were getting rougher, catching the rim and making Yuta whimper. “Listen to yourself. It’s been a few months, I know you need some of this.”

“Wha’re you even…?” Yuta held his head up to give Mox the most bewildered look. “Wasn’t I always t’one fuckin’ you?”

The flicker of annoyance across Mox’s face let Yuta know he’d done something bad, had disturbed the power fantasy Mox had built for himself. Questioning that delusion seemed to be the only thing that actually made the so-called King angry.

Suddenly real pain blossomed inside Yuta’s core as Mox pushed his way in without mercy. The twitch in Mox’s eyes showing just how pissed he actually felt. Despite being open from earlier activities, Yuta still felt the immense pain of being fucked into totally dry.

“Oh, right. Lube. Maybe I should think before I act? Maybe you should think before you speak, prince.” Mox glared down at the withering man. “Claudio?”

“Sir.” Claudio handed something over to his leader.

Mox pulled out with a painful drag that made his young boy arch off the table. A hand slapped over Yuta’s mouth before he could scream. The sound was muffled by Claudio’s hand. The cool feeling of lube startled Yuta, making his eyes shoot open.

The next thrust felt infinitely better aside from the soreness. Yuta choked back a whine, his head falling back. The girth of Mox’s cock felt so good, Yuta knew from experience, but tonight it felt out of this world. It wasn’t often the young boy got to experience Mox’s cock, and he always cherished when he did get it.

Except for today.

This time had Yuta trembling with anger, shame, and arousal. For a moment he let himself live in the moment, taking in the feeling because he wasn’t ever going to get it again. He didn’t want it, but he craved it. The nostalgia mixing with genuine anger and hate made a confusing tapestry of emotions.

The confusion was more exhausting than anything else. Yuta tried to focus instead on what was happening. The actual feeling, and accepting it. Being present in his body was horrifying, but it was also pleasurable. Staying in his head just made Yuta more sick, so he focused on the harsh, arrhythmic thrusts sending sharp, pleasant sparks through his body.

Mox was always a messy, rough fuck. Heavy hands gripped Yuta’s waist, dragging him harshly by his hips until his ass rested perfectly on the edge. Their bodies meeting flush where they were connected. Tired of holding Yuta’s legs, Mox forced them around his own waist. Without thinking about it, Yuta cinched in, his legs constricting around the tiny waist to rest on Mox’s hips. That brought them perfectly together.

It would be perfect, any other time. Yuta laid back on the counter top, eyes barely open as he watched Mox fuck into him. Every muscle was on display as Mox’s skin shined with sweat. Whatever Mox had been up to lately had him looking extra cut too, Yuta of course noticed. The man looked incredible towering over Yuta, making him feel like he was on the moon. The view was something Yuta wanted to remember forever, and forget as soon as possible.

The dominance oozing out of Mox as he took what was ‘his’ was so different. The act would be hot if Yuta didn’t know Mox so well already. It was like only the jagged pieces of his boyfriend were left, and they were all turned inward. As if Mox had taken a razor to every scar on his body. Yuta didn’t understand, and that scared him. Mox was scaring him.

There must have been something on Yuta’s face because Claudio was moving before he even made the decision. Yuta couldn’t muster up any swiftness, but he tried his best. One of Mox’s hands had moved from his hip to his abs, just feeling Yuta’s body trembling. Yuta reached down to grab the other man’s wrist with the opposite hand, pulling Mox forward and then cinching his legs higher.

The movement forced Mox’s feet to slip back as his chest fell forward. It wasn’t much but Yuta was able to force more of his body off the counter like he wanted. The idea was for Mox to drop him or slip. That way Yuta could attack for real. The hand that had been on the younger man’s hip moved to support Mox’s weight against the counter.

“No.” Mox’s stern voice rang out.

At first Yuta thought it was towards him, but he saw Claudio stop instead. A strange twitch to his face at being told to stand down. Yuta growled as he pushed his hips further out until Mox had to step back, and the younger man’s body slid from the countertop. Instead of dropping to the floor Mox held them up, one hand on Yuta’s ass as he leaned back to keep Yuta on his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” Yuta found himself moaning as Mox slid deeper into him.

The distraction meant Yuta lost control of the wrist. Instinctively his arms went around Mox’s neck, and suddenly they weren’t fighting anymore. They were fucking again.

“Fuck, baby,” Mox moaned in his ear. “That was fuckin’ hot. Clever. I wasn’t paying you enough attention.”

Strong arms kept Yuta strapped to the fuzzy chest. Slow, shallow thrusts had Yuta whimpering. The only thing he could realistically do was strike, but he didn’t have the strength or coordination. Suddenly Yuta decided to just wiggle, trying to break Mox’s hold.

“Hey, C.” Mox’s laughter wasn’t what Yuta wanted to hear. “Help me out with our little ex-Pure Champ.”

“3 time former Pure Champ, asshole!” Yuta found some strength in that anger, reeling back to headbutt Mox in the face.

Their faces connected a lot softer than Yuta wanted. Most of Yuta connected with the side of his (yeah, ex) boyfriend’s mouth. Everything was a seesaw for the young man as he tried to figure out what was happening now. New hands were on him now, controlling him and moving his body wherever they wanted.

It sunk in just how familiar being held like this felt. Claudio practically had him in a full nelson. Not that Yuta could use his arms well before but now he had no control. The taller man leaned against the counter, supporting Yuta’s trunk as Mox angled him so they could keep going. Not once had Mox slipped out.

“You wouldn’t be my prince if you didn’t put up a fight, huh?” Mox smirked up at his young boy. Yuta stopped fighting when he saw genuine affection there. “Now let me finish up. Claudio still deserves his turn.”

“Take your time, King.” Claudio sounded completely willing to wait his turn even though the long, hard outline of his cock pressed against his captive’s back.

“You’re a good boy.” Mox was looking over Yuta at the Swiss man, smiling and winking. “Fuck. We’re going to fuck so hard later.” The thrusts got harder until Yuta whined. “Can’t fuckin’ wait.”

“You--” Claudio glanced down at Yuta, clearly not wanting for their young boy to hear him but his desire to please his false king persisted. “You will make me bleed again?”

“Fuck.” Mox moaned, his eyes screwing tight as he slammed into Yuta’s overwhelmed body. “I kissed you earlier, didn’t I?”

“Please, King.” Claudio’s grip tightened on Yuta, boardlining painful.

“I’d bleed you dry if I didn’t need you.” Mox was breathing harder, his hips working faster as he drove harder into their captive.

It sounded so strange and psychotic to Yuta. They all had their things, sure, and they were all willing to play with Mox’s blood kink. The sincerity of the statement didn’t sit right with Yuta. Like a lot of things these two had been doing in the last ten hours.

“Fuck it. I’m gonna come.” Mox was still looking at Claudio. They may as well have forgotten Yuta was there.

“I cannot wait to fuck him with your seed.” Claudio’s dark voice rumbled against Yuta.

“Holy shit.” Mox slammed one final time into the abused hole. “That’s it, baby. Take it.”

Yuta was hyper aware of the feeling of hot spurts coating his insides. Despite the entire situation Yuta’s cock was still mostly hard, twitching to full hardness as Mox came inside him. The sharp, little thrusts as Mox made sure to fully empty himself drove Yuta wild.

It was gone in moments, leaving Yuta frustrated and disgusted. His body went limp against Claudio’s hold. There was no escape. At least it felt good, he thought to himself.

“Where’ya want him?” Mox grunted as he came down from his high. Ever so slowly his hard cock grew softer inside Yuta, slipping out little by little.

“We can lay him down.” Claudio shrugged.

Together they gently dumped Yuta onto the ground. The young man groaned, his body curling in. Nothing…hurt? Not really. They were being violent but Yuta wasn’t being hurt.

“You can play with yourself, babe.” Mox was stretching as he stood over his young boy. “You’re hard as a rock. Leaking all over yourself.”

Sure enough, Yuta looked and saw his cock was swollen, aching for attention. Slowly he uncurled his body enough to comfortably stroke his cock. The waves of calm took longer to hit now but Yuta was catching one. This time he tried to embrace it since nothing else had worked.

“Wheeler.” Claudio addressed him suddenly as he knelt in front of Mox to do up his King’s pants. “Do not let any of his seed leak out, or I won’t be using lube. Understand me?”

The command was hot as hell. Yuta nodded in agreement quickly. There had been vaguely similar threats in the comfort of their bedroom before. It took a moment for Yuta to fully shift onto his back, hand reaching down past his aching cock to finger his hole. Carefully pushing and keeping in anything that Mox left behind.

Looking over Yuta watched Claudio lightly nip at the skin just above where Mox’s jeans sat. Little bite marks and bruises. The larger man nuzzled the marks he left, clearly proud of them, and his King reached down to pet Claudio’s bald head.

The sweet affection the pair shared made Yuta’s stomach turn and his heart ache to be included. They weren’t like this before. The change in power, who did what, the brutality of it left Yuta’s head spinning and his cock hard. These weren’t the two men he’d spent the last few years exploring with. Maybe Mox and Claudio weren’t different, Yuta thought, maybe this was who they really were under everything. Years of a convincing mask ripped away.

“It’s your turn,” Mox encouraged in a quiet tone, still petting the other man. Their eyes stayed locked, neither moving as they were entranced with each other.

“As you wish, Sir.” Claudio laid one last bite mark to Mox’s belt before standing up.

Yuta watched the pair closely as he fingered himself. Studying the way they approached and touched each other. There had always been a special sort of affection the Swiss man had for Mox that borderlined on obsessiveness. Now they were both embracing their psychotic connection.

“At least he still listens,” Claudio commented as he walked toward their young boy.

“Ah, Wheeler’s always been a slut. He just wants to feel good, huh?” Mox mocked as he walked towards his t-shirt on the sink.

“Sound’ike someone else’n t’room.” Yuta frowned at the jumbled words.

“What the fuck did he say?” Mox laughed. “Jesus. Lightweights, huh.”

“He said,” Claudio stood over the man in question. “Sounds like someone else in the room.” The displeasure in his voice made Yuta’s skin crawl.

“Mouthy brat.” Mox huffed as he tucked his shirt back in.

“S’you.” Yuta fired back. Really what he wanted to say was takes one to know one but clearly his words were compressed.

“Oh-ho!” Mox clapped his hands together. There was actual amusement on his face when he joined Claudio standing over him. “You know, Wheeler, I have to admit that sometimes I gotta real soft spot for you. Like when I tapped out for you at Blood & Guts. I shouldn’t have. I like you, I know you’re a funny little brat. It makes me weak at times.” He sighed as he crouched down near his young boy's head. “Luckily I have someone to handle that for me. I think he’ll teach you a good lesson in humility.”

“Jon, please…” Yuta tried pleading with his eyes, looking for a shred of humanity there.

“I need you to realize your place, Wheeler.” Mox reached out to cup his young boy’s face, thumb rubbing his cheek. “We love you. Your place is with us, believe it or not. You belong with us.”

“Who says?” Yuta scoffed, but he wasn’t prepared for what came next.

“His Lordship,” Mox admitted, his eyes softening a little. “The asshole himself.”

“Wha’?” Yuta squeezed his eyes closed for a moment. This must be a dream because Mox cursed that man since the day he lost the world title.

“It was all part of his Lordship’s plan. Bryan’s his favorite, calling him the perfect wrestler, but he saw himself in me.” Mox spoke slowly, really wanting his young boy to absorb this. “His Lordship saw in you what he sees individually in Bryan and me. You just need iron to sharpen iron, Wheeler.”

“We’re giving you what you lack, take the gift we offer,” Claudio reiterated.

“So…wha…” Yuta shook his head, trying to find the words in his messy brain. “Wha’s any of this gonna do?”

“How do you think his Lordship tested us?” Claudio stepped between Yuta’s legs.

There was nothing Yuta could say to that, or the reality of it. The younger wrestler just looked dumbly up at Claudio as he wrapped his hand around Yuta’s wrist. The Swiss man pulled the other’s hand away. A shiver ran through the young boy as they stared each other down. There was something there in the dark eyes that once seemed so kind. Yuta couldn’t figure out what was on Claudio’s face, an unreadable message.

“Can you stand on your own?” Claudio’s clinical tone made Yuta look away.

“Wha’? Got tired of pickin’ me up?” Yuta snarked, knowing it may have been a bad choice. This was the first bit of tenderness the Swiss giant had shown him.

No response was given as Yuta found himself being flipped over. Strong arms wrapped around his waist to hoist him up. It was like he was nothing to Claudio. The man easily moved Yuta back over to the counter, dropping him face first this time. Claudio pushed down in the middle of the young boy’s back, forcing him flat.

The counter was just the right height to bend Yuta over and be slightly uncomfortable. Just a little too tall forcing him onto the balls of his feet, either hand planted on the counter to keep his balance. It took a moment for Yuta to realize the other two were talking.

“We should see if he wants the last of it?” Mox was speaking, the rattling sound of the water bottle under his words.

“There isn’t much left.” Claudio sounded agreeable.

“T’risty.” Yuta grunted from his place pinned down on the counter.

“Bet you are, baby.” Mox’s laughter got closer.

The pressure on Yuta’s back let up so he could push himself up. The bottle was pressed to his lips. A last little mouthful of just barely salty water. On some level Yuta knew whatever was making him feel so good was also most likely what was in that bottle. As well as whatever Mox had given him earlier.

As soon as the bottle was taken away Claudio was forcing the younger man back down. The click of the lube cap came as a relief for Yuta, he knew what he was in store for and could even remember times Claudio refused to fuck him because they didn’t have enough lube or prep time. It wasn’t safe, it would hurt Yuta.

The thick head pressed against Yuta’s hole. Rubbing up and down in small, slow movements. The anticipation of pain didn’t go unsatisfied. The harsh thrust to push the head in coincided with the much needed wave of horny calm that rushed Yuta. The combination made him see stars; his cock started to throb in time with the burn in his ass.

“Oh my god.” Yuta moaned loudly as he felt the pressure increase. “Fuck!”

“Shh, sweet prince.” Mox reached out to stroke his young boy’s hair. “Don’t want the whole hospital knowing you’re a slut for a big cock, right?”

“Please, fuck, fuck.” Yuta’s hands curled into fists at the large intrusion into his body.

“He still tight, big guy? He looks tight.” Mox leaned over Yuta’s body to watch Claudio’s cock disappear.

“Hm.” Claudio nodded, clearly annoyed. “If he would relax this would be a lot easier.”

“T-Tryin--ah!” Yuta was interrupted by a harsh thrust, pushing in inches he wasn’t ready for yet. He used to love when Claudio got a little too rough like this, so he tried to live in that world.

“There ya go.” Mox laughed at the sudden outburst. “He’s like halfway in, kid. You can take it.”

“C-Claudio--” Yuta shook his head slightly, forehead rubbing against the counter.

“Feels good at least,” Claudio muttered as he slowly pulled out.

The agonizing drag made Yuta twitch and jump until just the enormous head remained. There was more lube applied before Claudio gave a few experimental thrusts. The sharp rocking felt good, slight pressure and short glide of the large cock sent sparks through the younger man’s body. Then Claudio pushed in as hard as he could as far as he could, and Yuta couldn’t hold back the scream.

“Jesus.” Mox groaned, slapping his hand over Yuta’s mouth as best he could when the other started making too much noise. “He ain’t even giving it to you yet, kid.”

Most of the noise Yuta made was muffled by the hand over his mouth.It was hard to not wiggle around, attempting to get away from the forceful insertion. While Mox might have liked that Yuta was pushing back against his fate, Claudio was finding it tedious.

Another too hard thrust made Yuta scream and thrash. The rock-steady hold Claudio had on his captive’s back prevented much from happening. It was slowing down the process, that kind of thing always sent Claudio into the next realm of frustration.

There was a shift from behind as the pressure stopped. Experience told Yuta that the Swiss giant was roughly three fourths the way in. That tended to be where he stopped when they didn’t have enough time. The last bit was the hardest to take even with proper prep. Yuta shifted himself, looking back a little to see what was going on.

Mox leaned over him as Claudio whispered into his King’s ear. There was a look of concentration on Mox’s face as he took in what he was being told. The sadistic glint in the icy blues told Yuta it was time to worry. Thankfully the calm made that impossible right now. They broke apart, the hand on Yuta’s mouth leaving. Claudio roughly forced him down again when he noticed Yuta peeking up.

“I predicted this problem may arise.” Claudio sighed again as his glare intensified. “Stay still.”

Both of Yuta’s hands were jerked off the counter, rotating backwards until they rested at the small of his back. A soft leather looped around each wrist, Yuta could feel a metal buckle. It had to be Mox’s belt. It was like a party trick, Claudio could make bondage cuffs out of almost anything given enough time. A belt was child’s play as he wrapped up Yuta’s wrists and pulled them tight.

“Fuck, stop it!” Yuta wiggled his shoulders, the new position much more uncomfortable. “Fuck you, Claudio!”

“Shut up,” Claudio growled. “You’ll want to be restrained for this part.”

“Wha’?” Yuta sagged, feeling defeated yet again.

“Thank you, King.” Claudio was done talking to the man on his cock.

Yuta’s head was jerked to the side, his eyes opening to see Mox standing over him. The painful grip on his hair as the pseudo King smirked down, a little pink poking out from between his lips. For just a moment Yuta was distracted by the playful look he had seen on his boyfriend’s face so many times. But this was his ex boyfriend.

A damp sock was shoved into Yuta’s mouth while he was distracted. It was his own sock which meant it was wet from their piss earlier. He gagged at the realization. There was a moment where Yuta’s brain didn’t kick on to tell him to spit it out, he just looked up at Mox with doe eyes.

Something passed over Yuta’s field of vision. Terror ran through him, not knowing if he was about to be strangled like Bryan had. The fabric landed across Yuta’s mouth, going behind his head to be tied off. Securing the sock in place so it couldn’t be spit out.

“That is much better.” Claudio groaned loudly in the empty room.

“You’re too efficient for fun sometimes, babe.” Mox held so much affection in his teasing tone for his partner.

“This,” Claudio nodded towards their captive young boy, “is very fun.”

The Swiss giant slowly pulled out again, moaning as he did. He watched Yuta’s fingers flex and twitch, his shoulders shaking. Seeing Yuta helplessly struggle made Claudio throb. Another layer of lube and a slight change of angle, and Claudio pushed fully inside the tight space. Even where there was resistance he just pushed through as Yuta screamed against the gag.

“Fuck, baby.” Mox’s dreamy voice was off to the side.

Yuta sobbed into the gag as he was violated. A part of Yuta tried to believe he was crying because of the pain, but…he was crying from relief. It hurt, it hurt a lot, but it also was the best Yuta ever felt. The mixed up, confused body misfired allowing Yuta to feel everything as pleasure.

The hot burn from the huge cock sliding in and out drove Yuta mad. It was all pulling in his belly. Even the belt around his wrist, and the disgusting sock were getting him off. There was nothing he could do. He could choose to enjoy the pleasure or deny it, that was all that was left in his control.

Trembling legs spread further apart to allow Claudio more room. The husky chuckle from behind made Yuta’s stomach boil with shame that went straight to his cock. Eyes rolling back in his head as he finally accepted it. Moaning their names as he took Claudio’s cock over and over.

“He loves it,” Claudio commented, barely sounding out of breath in a tone more appropriate for small talk about the weather.

“Your cock does that to a motherfucker. Makes ‘em stupid for it.” Mox was practically panting and moaning himself. His voice was suddenly in Yuta’s ear. “I wanna keep you like this. Naked and vulnerable all the time. My prince being available to us 24/7.” The broken moan from Yuta spurred Mox on. “Claudio and I play with you whenever we want. We only let you out to go wrestle matches-- oh!”

The combo of dirty talk and brutal assault made Yuta come harder than he ever had. His brain conjured images of what Mox whispered to him. He went off untouched, ignored mostly. Everything was bright and soft and felt so good. The intense pleasure lasted and lasted, longer than he ever had before. Slowly Yuta came down, his body still being used without care that he’d just been fucked out of his body.

“Gonna keep him hard. Bet you can get him to come again.” Mox was just as turned on as Yuta was, their imaginations intertwining.

The hand on the younger man’s overstimulated cock was on the right side of miserable. It wasn’t fair, Mox knew every sensitive place on his young boy’s cock. Between the hand on his cock and Claudio still fucking him, Yuta stayed hard and horny.

“You wanna be our sex prince, sweetheart?” Mox nibbled on Yuta’s neck as he asked. The quiet sob followed by a nod made Mox laugh. “He does, C. He really does. Don’t worry, kid. Soon you’ll take your rightful place.”

“King--” Claudio’s voice was tight, moaning the title.

“Easy, big guy. We got time.” Mox signaled.

The pace of Claudio’s thrusts slowed down significantly. There seemed to be more planned. Yuta whined as loud as he could, needing or wanting more of whatever they would give at this point. There was a fire burning inside Yuta that the pseudo King was refusing to put out.

“Relax, bitch.” Mox grunted, squeezing hard on the hard shaft in his hand. “You’ve no idea how much work Claudio’s put in for all of this. Let him take his take, he deserves to feel good.”

“King?” Claudio’s voice sounded almost…needy. A certain embarrassed pitch to his voice.

Some sort of telepathic communication happened. Mox didn’t let go of Yuta’s aching cock but he did stand up straighter. They looked closely at each other until Mox smiled and nodded. Claudio quickly leaned forward until Mox could reach his lips. They kissed, except Mox was sinking his teeth into the flesh of Claudio’s mouth. Even drawing blood that was purposely smeared all over the Swiss man’s mouth.

The easy, slow pace made Yuta want to cry while he watched the affectionate violence. It was incredibly hot to watch the exchanges between the pair. Yuta didn’t have the best view but he was able to watch over his shoulder. Claudio hadn’t been holding him down anymore so he could roll his shoulder to actually see what was going on behind him.

Bloody kissing. Streaks of red shared between the two men. It reminded Yuta of Mox in the ring; kissing, biting, tearing. Mox in the ring with him. Those first forty seconds in the ring with the pseudo King drove Yuta to heights he didn’t know he had. The opportunity had been terrifying since Mox would clearly destroy Yuta but he had never felt so alive. Somehow he felt that in his moment.

“Fuck. Fuck. You’re so hot,” Mox growled against red lips.

“Everything I am is for you.” Claudio licked at the corner of Mox’s lip, swiping away a smear of blood.

“Hmph.” Yuta groaned, rolling his eyes at the exchange. His head fell forward with a thump, and he tried to roll his hips to get more friction from the hand there.

“I think our prince is feeling neglected.” Mox started working his hand again, making his young boy whine. “That’s my good boy, yeah? You’re gonna find your place soon. I promise.”

“He’s getting close,” Claudio commented, his hips working his rough but steady pace. “I can feel him tensing up.”

Yuta turned his head just enough to catch Mox’s icy blues. The sadistic smile under the ugly beard, the twinkle of violence. It was the moment Yuta realized that these two men weren’t actually that different. The entire time he was trying to convince himself that they weren’t the men he fell in love with, but he could see it. They weren’t that different, they just weren’t pretending anymore.

“Harder, babe.” Mox used his free hand to smack Claudio’s ass. “He needs it.”

The command was easily answered by Claudio, his feet shifting and leaning over his captive. Yuta cried out against the gag, his body aching as Claudio pounded into him. At least he could hear the Swiss man losing composure, breathing heavily and moaning.

Everything was on fire. Every feeling, every nerve, everything was becoming so much. Pained whimpers and cries were the only sounds he could make. It was all-consuming to Yuta, he felt like he was going to pass out. Every forceful thrust sent Yuta to the stars as everything melted together.

“Woah. He’s going limp.” Mox’s voice sounded so far away.

“I have him.” Claudio scooped their young boy up with his arm around the other’s waist.

While Yuta succumbed to the intensity and pain, he thought of Bryan. Everything was too much to fight against; shame pooled in Yuta as he wondered if Bryan would be able to fight this off. Was Yuta just too weak? Too easily coerced?

As Yuta’s vision started to go in and out he was vaguely aware of his body. Suddenly he was very aware of the tight coil inside of him that was about to snap. Claudio was punishing his ass, making sure every stroke rubbed against Yuta’s prostate until he was a whimpering mass of pleasured pain. The feeling of Claudio finally allowing his primal instincts to set in sent Yuta over.

The unforgiving hands and pace, the forced pleasure. Yuta was snapping and breaking and crumbling until there was nothing at all left. All the feeling, the sounds,and sights, all disappeared as Yuta came hard into Mox’s awaiting hand.

The final moment Yuta could remember was Mox wiping his hand over his young boy's face. Nothing left in the tank for Yuta to use to pull away or anything. It just happened. Semen scraping off onto his beard and skin.

Moments of lucidity came here or there. Yuta was pretty sure Claudio finished inside of him. The overflow trickling down his leg was evident when he came to in a pile on the floor. The sock was gone but he was still bound so he just closed his eyes so everything was faded to black. At some point Yuta knew that he was being hauled around, moved like the sack of potatoes.

Eventually there was a wetness that the young man could only assume was piss again. Another moment he chose to leave his lucidness behind. It was better to just check out at this point, Yuta figured. His brain was melting down. They were still playing with him in some ways and it was just too much anymore.

“Shh. No need to worry.” Mox’s soft voice would come in and out every so often. “Sleep well, sweet prince.”

Yuta did as he was told, drifting off to the least peaceful sleep.

+++

The entire world rushed back to Yuta in an instant. Someone was shaking him awake under blinding lights. His name was being called. All the fogginess from moments ago was starkly absent, there was no calm or horniness. The only thing Yuta felt was terror, panic, and violation.

Naturally the assaulting hand was grabbed. The motions were already flowing before Yuta realized what or who he was grabbing. Someone was grabbing him and he could finally fight back. Rushes and rushes of panic overwhelmed him until his eyes finally adjusted to reality.

“Wheeler, Wheeler, it’s okay.” The sweet nurse from earlier was passively moving with the wrestler’s hold, not yet causing distress. “I think you had a nightmare. You’re okay now.”

“Nightmare?” Yuta stared at her before looking around at the more crowded waiting room. Sun was coming in. “I’m--I’m so fucking sorry.”

As soon as Yuta’s brain allowed him to release the nurse, he did. Hands up to show he wasn’t a threat as he tried to step back only to find the bench. His heart was hammering out his chest, and the world was narrowing down.

“Wheeler, sweetie?” The nurse didn’t reach out but she moved back into the wrestler’s field of vision. “I think you’re having a panic attack. We can move to somewhere private. I just--” She made eye contact. “--Bryan’s okay. We’ll talk about it, but I just got word that he’s doing okay.”

“Bryan’s okay?” Yuta’s wild eyes darted around. “Can I--”

“We should calm down first, right?” She urged.

“...Yeah. You’re absolutely right. Yeah.” Yuta started to feel all the eyes on him. He started gathering up his stuff. Some teen nearby with an injured arm was staring.

“She’s right. You’ve been freaking out in your sleep for like five hours, dude. Are you tweaking?”

“What?” Yuta shook his head, glancing back at the nurse.

“Sir,” she stressed the word at the teen. “Mind your own business. That’s not appropriate. This way, Wheeler.”

None of Yuta’s emotions were lowering even as they got out of the crowded waiting room. The nurse quickly led them into a small private room that was more like a cubicle with medical equipment.

“Sit down for a moment. We triage patients here so it’ll be free for just a second. Do you have an anxiety disorder?” She sat the wrestler down and took the stool across from him.

“Kinda.” Yuta nodded, closing his eyes. “I--” He was far enough into the panic that he just started rifling through his backpack until he found the pill bottle.

“Here’s some water.” The nurse got a little cup to hand off.

“Thanks. Think my water bottle’s empty.” Yuta mumbled off-handedly as he took the cup and popped the pill.

It would take a few seconds to experience the effects of the Xanax, he quickly held the bottle out to the nurse for her to inspect. Mostly so she knew what was happening, after all Yuta had almost tried to break her wrist.

There were a few deep breathing techniques that Bryan had taught Yuta to help with anxiety and depression. So Yuta focused on doing that, and the memories of a smiling Bryan teaching him in the gardens while Yuta healed up.

“I uh…” Yuta glanced up at her as his breathing even out. “Not too long ago I had a really, like, really bad head injury. Recovering was…hard. There was a lot that was hard, but I wasn’t…” The heavy sigh broke up his statement. “I wasn’t ready for how it affected my mood. That gave way to panic attacks so…” He pointed at the pill bottle.

“Concussions can have a profound impact on your brain, and how you process or feel emotions. I’m very sorry, Wheeler.” She handed the bottle back. “Look, stress is a very serious thing. You experienced a traumatic event tonight, if your partner’s chart is anything to go by.”

“You’ve no idea…” Yuta muttered as he looked down at his clothes. At the club name stitched on his jacket.

“On top of that you spent the night sleeping in the chairs, you were in a match too, correct? Having a bad dream, or even a stress nightmare, and a panic attack is a pretty good response, I think.” She smiled at him. “If you were fine, I’d be worried.”

“Ha. Thanks.” Yuta bit his lip. “I’m just…still freaked out.”

“Can I ask what the nightmare was about?” she questioned.

“Uh…” Yuta shook his head a little, but opened his mouth to give the edited version. “The men that assaulted Bryan are close people to us. I just had a nightmare where they attacked me too. It was just so...vivid.”

“That’s terrible, I’m very sorry.” She shook her head, clearly feeling real empathy for the young man in front of her.

“I just…” Yuta shook his head, like that would rid himself of the seeds and half memories. “The more I think about it, the more I forget?” That was frustrating to him as he tried to recall things. Everything felt like water through his fingers. “It felt so real?”

Instead of remembering, Yuta tried to check himself over. There were the general aches and pains from his match. Nothing felt out of place like he’d been attacked. Heaving a sigh, Yuta slumped back and relaxed. The finer details blurred the harder he focused on them. Fleeting memories left his head.

“That sounds like a stress nightmare.” The nurse frowned, worrying that she was down playing something but also not wanting to push. “A lot of times it’s our brains processing what we’ve gone through. A vivid, horrible nightmare makes sense when you went through what you did.”

“Yeah…I guess.” Yuta nodded along.

Without thinking Yuta looked at his wrists. He knew Claudio loved bondage, it was a borderline fetish of his. There were probably only a handful of times they had sex where Claudio didn’t bind him in some way, shape or form. There were no marks on his wrists or arms. No evidence of that.

“What’re you looking for?” The nurse questioned, concern growing.

“I--” Yuta shrugged out of his jacket. “I don’t know?”

“Look, sweetie, Bryan’s in a normal room now. There’s a bed for family members up there. I think the best you can do is try to get a better bit of sleep.” The nurse suggested.

“I know you’re right. I just…have to like…there’s something…” Yuta frowned deeply. “I know you think I’m crazy, but you don’t know the people I’m dealing with which just sounds crazi--”

“You came in with a man who was asphyxiated with a plastic bag, violently, while you were held back. It’s not a crime because it was…like at your job, I guess, and you’re fighters. I don’t think you’re crazy, I think you’re in a crazy world.” She assured the young man.

“Thank…you?” Yuta wasn’t sure if that was empathy or a judgment. “Do I have any marks on my neck?”

There was a list of things that the young boy knew his two mentors really got off on. If last night happened for real, Yuta was sure to find the signs. Mox loved to chew on him and scratch up his back. That happened almost every time they were together. Yuta had to start having Claudio make sure none of the scratches or bites were too bad. Sometimes they needed bandages or medications.

“Nothing at all on your neck.” She moved to look around the collar of the young man’s shirt, leaning forward to even check down the back of his shirt. “No marks on your back other than bruises, but you told me you had these when you came in. I asked if you were okay and you said yeah, just bruised up from your match.”

“Okay…” Yuta was starting to feel crazy now. “I know you’re right. I just need some sleep. It was just a fuckin’ nightmare, but holy shit did it feel real.”

“It’s understandable. I promise.” She stood up right and held her arms out. “Would you like a hug?”

“Uh, sure? Thanks.” Yuta laughed a little at himself, feeling awkward and vulnerable but when they hugged it did…feel nice. It was good to feel connected to someone.

“No problem. Now, let’s get you up to your partner.” She smiled and pulled back the curtain.

As Yuta got his backpack up and reluctantly grabbed his jacket they made their way out. There was no use chasing the memories, Yuta thought to himself, or chasing the dream. He needed to sleep before he could possibly consider accessing more.

“If it helps you were in the chairs most the night. I checked on you.” The nurse shrugged, her hands in her pockets as she led the way. “You took off to walk around for a while, I remember. That was before my break.”

“You remember the night well?” Yuta frowned, thinking how he could pump her for a timeline without just directly asking her.

“I wouldn’t say handling it well. I’m on my second Celcius.” She laughed a little. “Okay, here’s the thing, I go out and hit my vape pen sometimes which is super against the rules. So when you left to walk around at like 1:30 or something, I went off on my break at like two. I figured you had a lot to walk off, I saw you walking the opposite way.”

“I walked for a long time, I think.” Yuta nodded along as she got them on the elevator.

“Yeah, so, I got back like an hour later, but you weren’t back yet. I checked the chairs to see if you were back, then went out to see if I saw you and secretly hit my vape. You were on a bench, so I thought you just didn’t want to be inside.” She explained while she found the right button to take them up. “I think you fell asleep out there, now that I’m talking about it.”

“When’d I get back to the waiting room?” Yuta didn’t remember going back.

“Uh…someone saw you walk in, called me over thinking you were a new patient but I said you were a family member that was waiting. My shift really bleeds together, Wheeler, so I’m sorry that I can’t remember exactly when to give you some peace of mind.” She sighed.

“Can you ballpark when I came in?” Yuta pressed then stopped, shrinking back in on himself. “I’m sorry I’m freaking out over a damn nightmare.”

“It’s okay. Um…if I had to guess? You came back at something close to 3:30AM or 4AM. I remember getting really busy for a while and that’s when you came back. You just slumped into the chairs and went to sleep.” She paused when the doors opened. “Sleepwalking is a common stress reaction.”

“Yeah…yeah. I think…” Yuta stepped out of the elevator. “I think you’re right that I sat down, I remember that, and I was tired and I fell asleep sitting out there. Then I just stumbled back inside to have my nightmare.” That was rational, Yuta nodded. He needed to live with that.

“Look, I don’t know exactly what’s going on but if you need anything just come find me. I’m on double shift today.” She rolled her eyes. “Your meds are working?”

“They are. I’m…calming down a lot.” Yuta thought for a moment, smacking his lips. “The dry mouth has set in, so I know it’s working.”

“I’m sure there’s some water you can find up here. Bryan’s just this way. I’ll check you in at this charge station up here.” She started walking them in the right direction.

Yuta cleared his throat, reaching back for his water bottle without thinking about it. The last time Yuta remembered the bottle was a little under half full. Something in the back of his mind convinced it should be empty, that it being empty would prove that there had been something that happened. As Yuta examined it he noticed how well the stickers were doing; except the cheap national park sticker he’d bought with Bryan despite being told it was cheap. The other stickers were doing well. Of course the edges were coming up on that one, Yuta rolled his eyes at himself.

The cap came off with ease. Yuta slowed himself down to stand back from where his friendly nurse was talking to the other nurses at the station. For some reason looking into the bottle heighted Yuta’s fear, but he didn’t know why. The bottle was just under halfway full. Exactly how he remembered it being back at the area.

Carefully Yuta decided to take a sip. His brain screamed not to. Again he didn’t know why exactly he was having so much anxiety around the water bottle. It wasn’t like any of the parts of the nightmare he could even remember had the water bottle in it.

The water was room temperature. Normal. It was strange, Yuta had been expecting something…something. He wasn’t sure what it was that he thought was going to happen. The water was normal. He sighed as he put the bottle back, his nurse turning to him with a big smile.

“Your new nurse is going to show you to Bryan’s room. Get some sleep, Wheeler.” She gave him a pat on his shoulder before leaving.

“Hi, I just wanted to walk you through some things and let you know how your partner is doing.” The new nurse started gabbering on.

It was important so Yuta forced himself to listen. All the tests and exams the doctors did came back with positive results. There didn’t seem to be any serious lasting damage, though Bryan was going to be on bedrest for a few days and in a lot of pain. The nurse went on to explain that Bryan was currently sedated so he could sleep, and that he was on some painkillers.

Each word was a relief. Not as much of a relief as the fact that there was a bed. The large private room was dark as Yuta came inside. Nestled neatly in bed was Bryan, looking peaceful in his sleep. The nurse let him go in by himself and get situated.

There was almost no situation. Yuta walked over to kiss Bryan’s forehead softly. He would have gone for the lips if not for the oxygen mask. One hand ran over Bryan’s chest just to feel him breathing and his heart thump. Even though the monitors showed it, Yuta had to feel for himself.

The pull out couch bed was already folded down. Blankets and pillows waiting. In no time Yuta had his shoes off, changed into shorts, and curled up into a ball under all the blankets. Already he was feeling better. The more distance from the nightmare the more he realized how impossible it’d have been for all of that to happen.

Even feeling better, and ready to rest, Yuta laid there. Shaking his head he quickly got his headphones out. One earbud in so he could hear if Bryan needed anything. As he was pulling the headphones out of his bag, he looked at his jeans he’d been in all night. They were a common pair he wore, familiar and exactly the same pants.

The pants didn’t smell like piss. Yuta remembered there being a wet feeling in his nightmare a lot, remembering just little fragments of piss. Nothing smelled like piss. As Yuta contemplated that revelation he fished his bottle of Xanax out of the pocket. Yuta put away the pants, rolling them up to feel for wet spots but finding none. The pants were shoved back into his backpack, clearly unspoiled.

Earbud in Yuta finally laid back down, thumbing scrolling over his phone in search of his music. He couldn’t stop himself from checking his t-shirt too. The shirt smelled normal too. Dry as a bone. It was all the exact same clothes he had been wearing all night. If he’d gotten that much piss or even just water on him there would be evidence on his clothes.

Just like there was no evidence of bondage, bite marks, or scratches. There wasn’t any evidence of piss. Honestly Yuta’s ass didn’t even hurt. The water bottle that he was sure would be empty was exactly the level he remembered it being at the area.

“Fuck me. I guess it was a stress nightmare.” Yuta finally relaxed into the bed, feeling some semblance of peace entering him as music finally played.

[dilly-dahlying]

Mourning Dove’s Roost - WIP Intro

genre: paranormal fiction

status: 2nd draft

pov: third person

As a paranormal enthusiast, there’s not much that truly scares Carlos. The thought of losing his friends though terrifies him more than any ghost story possibly could. Lately, his best friends Manny and Izzy have been drifting away, but he can’t bear to face the truth.

Instead, Carlos distracts himself with a cross country road trip, seeking inspiration for his website design—a social hub for fans of the supernatural like himself. Maybe he’d finally come up with a name for it too.

Along the way, Carlos meets Paz, a bright yet cowardly soul, who Carlos can’t help but notice is just as lonely as him no matter how hard Paz tries to hide it. With Paz headed to Baltimore, Maryland, the two decide to travel together, quickly finding a new home in each other as they bond over their loneliness.

It’s a trip full of unexplainable encounters, where Carlos and Paz teach each other how to make peace with moving on. Together they embark on a journey of goodbyes.

featuring:

The feeling of being watched

the crunch of dead leaves under your feet

Exploration of grieving friendships

Corny roadside attractions

Spooky encounters

Late night gas station runs

Ghost trains, ghost hitchhikers, ghost cars

Have I mentioned ghosts?

Also cryptids!

Creepy rest areas

a hint of melancholy

and platonic bonds!!

[flowers-of-io]

I *can* tell you why Neztea: When his brother Set cut him up into pieces after killing him, Osiris' wife Isis assembled all the pieces and wrapped his body up, enabling him to return to life.

I *can't* tell you why it was Mithrax and us collecting the bits of Nezarec instead of Saint. I *can't* tell you why it was bits of Nezzy in the canopic jars instead of bits of Osiris himself.

I *can* tell you we went through the whole song and dance of Osiris being functionally dead and then functionally revived, as tedious as it may have been, simply because that's the myth of Osiris and that's what Bungie does.

Full disclosure: I'm still perplexed about why it was Nez brew as well, but I personally call as of yet unclear Savathûn shenanigans. One of the biggest motifs associated with her specifically is tea and teacups. Don't believe me? Go do a search on ishtar. Saint's got his suspicious mystery teacup. You know what bone china is made from? Literal bones.

(There's also the Calix Summus emblem, which once again points us back towards the hive and their alchemy and nezzy (with the pyramid line thingy coming out of the cup). Calix = cup, but calix also = calx, one of the products of calcination (if that doesn't ring a bell, look back at the context of the calcified fragments). Summus here probably means something like key or paramount, so... the most importantest cup. Check out the secondary part of them emblem! That's a syzygy!)

If I sound like a lunatic, well... that's fine. The fun thing about Destiny lore is that it *does* reward you for putting in legwork to understand the mythologies and theologies and philosophies it draws from, even if you sound like a maniac to most people.

If you're really curious and want to figure out what happened or is going to happen with Osiris, I'd start looking into the history of Osirian cults and their practices. You might find absolutely fuck all, but you might also find something interesting. I'd do it myself, but I'm balls deep in Hive names and writing systems for the foreseeable future. Oh, and keep an eye on Saint. I'm still not convinced he's gonna make it all the way to the end based on what we know about the story of the phoenix and the turtle dove pigeon

Last thing: If a garden grows in both directions and that garden is a metaphor for the story told in a parable, then the story probably requires as much tending in the past as it does the present.

Good luck, I love you, have fun, pirate books if you have to, and keep your third eye wide fucking open.

(A reply to this post)

First of all, I'm so sorry for missing this message somehow. I've been having issues with not getting (or overlooking?) notifications about new asks and it's driving me a little mad by now.

(Putting the rest under a read more, because it's A LOT)

Second of all, I feel so stupid lmao. Of COURSE it's the Osiris myth eh? I genuinely didn't make the connection AT ALL, despite noticing the damn canoptic jars and being like, huh, interesting! And then my brain didn't follow on it ever. What probably threw me off is what you mention, the fact it was Misraaks and us, and not Saint, collecting the pieces, and that these weren't even Osiris' pieces to begin with. And besides, he wasn't even dead.

There's quite a mix of symbolism in the whole thing here, overall? Nezarec is the Nightmares guy, which makes sense in terms of him being the cure for a guy stuck in a coma--but this acknowledges Osiris' status as *asleep*, not dead, which then throws off the whole myth thing. And remember that one piece of Nezarec is, or is in, the Delicate Tomb--and that gun is very long-time nuclear waste warnings-coded, y'know, the whole "This is not a place of honour" thing. "The danger within is repulsive to us" is as far as you could go referencing to "What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us" while not quoting it verbatim. (And also the Delicate Tomb states "within" because the danger--Nezarec--is literally inside the gun.) The name of the catalyst quest, The Form of the Danger, is a direct quote.

What interests me is the thought process Misraaks and Eido must've gone through to arrive at the conclusion that they should brew this ancient corpse and serve it as tea, but okay, let's suspend our disbelief and say they just studied the remains for a long time (which they did) and within the context of Nezarec being the Nightmares dude, it made some sense.

It's also really funny of Savathûn making *that* the cure for the coma, and very 5D chess for her. She could have reasonably assumed the Witness would go looking for Nezarec's remains when shit hit the fan, in order to have its powerful Disciple back; though how it wanted to revive him I'm not sure, seeing as it was the Traveler's laser beam that inadvertently did the job. But then of course we Guardians would try to stop it, and most likely succeeded, and once Nez's remains were in our hands, we'd obviously study them. And so we'd find the cure. It's so brilliant and so, so unserious.

And yeah, her and tea!!! I'm not sure how to connect Saint's teacup (if you mean the one from Quintessence) here, but "Dûl Incaru serves you poison in a fine tea set of Ahamkara bone" from Truth to Power is iconic. *Ahamkara* bone china!!

You're also so big brained about Calix Summus because I literally didn't know this emblem existed. (For the record, it was included in the January 2024 Prime Gaming bundle.) And yeah if we interpret the graphic as planets and orbits, that is indeed a syzygy... And yeah. Calcified fragments. Gosh this rabbit hole runs so deep.

Bro I NEED to know about what you're cooking regarding Hive names and writing systems!!!!! Your brain is so big and I want to pick it about everything lol.

Oh, I never interpreted the garden growing in both directions as a metaphor for the story told in a parable, but rather the paracausal forces' ability to change past and future + the Black Garden being a four-dimensional thing where space is time, but. BUT. The thing about parables and myths is they bend time, in a way. They connect the past to the present, and so by extension the future. Time there is always circular; they keep happening over and over, regardless of linear history. They aren't physically *real*, but they are true. (Also paging @svedupelle here bc I know he'll be interested.)

Thank you!!! My third eye is so open it's like half of my forehead now.

[lirational]

Grip

Yandere!Eirene x Reader

A/N: a quick idea I made in just a few minutes. Not beta’d

Warnings: Financial abuse, bondage, controlling and manipulative behavior, power imbalance, office sex. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

Explicit content under the cut. Minors DNI.

The president of Quinn relishes control above all else.

For you, this fact could be seen since day one of your employment, when she made you answer a philosophical question that, to cut a long story short, would never be considered as a question in an interview by a long shot. In fact, at first, you were flattered, as the esteemed lady even deigned to carve a chunk of her time to speak to you, then afterwards, you walk out of the room with a dreadful inkling of what she could do with a snap of her fingers.

By the third day, you realize that she knew far more about you than an employer in a purely business relationship with you should be.

She finds ways to cut slices of your time, ensuring that you would spend more time with her than you do with your family and friends, citing knowledge of your schedule to render you unable to refuse. You could not afford to slight her, else you lose your income, and she was oh so glad to take advantage of it, the justification of you being her personal assistant who should stay by her side whenever she needed you rang hollow at the side of the unspoken threat she gave beneath cordial smiles and greedy glare.

Now, here you are.

“Excuse me, Miss Eirene,” the name tasted like ash on your tongue, and you fought with all your might against show your distaste despite it leaking as a clipped tone to your question, “was all this really necessary?”

“Of course,” Eirene answered, her tone even and relaxed, answer spoken with the tone of chastising someone for asking a question with such an obvious answer, “As your employer, I would like to help you thrive, and in this cutthroat world, you have to show only perfection.”

You opened your mouth, this close to say something to refute her, yet words fail you at that moment.

Underneath your neatly pressed shirt and below-knee skirt, a myriad of soft, silken ropes bind your limbs, your posture kept ramrod straight by a pole tied to your back. Similar mechanism bind your legs, hidden by your heels and skirt.

An image of perfection, made by binding you where the light could not touch.

Perhaps, worst of all, was the accessories nestled in between your legs, a soft plug embedded in your ass, while an egg-shaped vibrator pressed against your folds, linked to the remote controller Eirene was twirling between her slender fingers. They were placed in such a way even a slight shift in your posture would tug and pull at them, and considering your boss, she would not hesitate to humiliate you should you step a toe out of line.

“There was no need for these devices, Miss Eirene,” you press again, unable to keep the lilt of sarcasm out of your tone. “After all, this is a formal business meeting. It would not do if I make a mess and ended up staining your pristine reputation.”

Again, she smiled, full of venom, dangerous mismatched gaze raking hot coals onto your body. She stood up and locked you in an embrace, hands trailing the side of your body in an intimate gesture, not even caring how it jostled the mechanism she placed beneath your clothes. You let out a tiny whimper, the act punished with a press of the remote, and Eirene whispered into your ear, lips brushing on your earlobe as you bite down your lower lip, afraid of her punishment.

“Then let them be, a slight mistake from you would not sway my control over those old crones. Rather than that, I see it as a better use of my time to teach you how to behave,”

You were no idiot, you know how dangerous it is to entertain your boss’ whimsy beyond this. Her threat never rang hollow, and you have seen enough to know when to stop.

However, as you were about to voice your understanding, she claimed your mouth, a bite and a pull at your hair a clear demand for you to allow her entrance. She was all too quick to tangle your tongue in a cruel dance to display her status, not allowing you even a breath in before black began to dot your vision. Only then did she release you, and you let out an involuntary whine, the act jostling the toys too much for your liking.

You were far too close to making a mess right then and there.

“Now, (name), give me a great show.”

—

You were not even allowed the dignity to allow your expressions to run free.

You know this place had little difference from a den full of sharks, and you had to measure every movement, lest people would notice your state. Hidden by your heels, you curl your toes as you stand, fingers trembling in a desperate grip at your laser pointer until you feel the slight give of something cracking.

Like your sanity, you note, not even with a trace of humor.

You were lucky you had practiced your speech, and now, almost everything was muscle memory, allowing you to retreat into your mind and keep any signs of arousal away from showing on you. In the corner of your sight, you could see your boss twirling the remote that threatens to drown you in shame when you allow yourself to give in, yet, you hold steady, even as the vibrator’s speed slid up and down without a discernible pattern, bringing you this close into collapsing.

Despite how your knees shook beneath your dress, the silken bonds beneath your skirt held you still, allowing you to finish the presentation without throwing your dignity to the winds. Though your insides ached with need, allowing you to retreat to your own mind was perhaps the greatest mistake your boss made in this quest to humiliate you.

You were relieved when the far, far too slow ticking clock finally showed that the meeting has come to an end.

The last person who exited the room became your cue to pack your things, eager to leave before the source of your torment decided that she needed to play you like a god-damned puppet on strings—

However, you were stopped by dainty fingers grabbing on your shoulder, flipping you over to face the mismatched eyes that haunt your nightmares. With a force seemingly impossible from such a slender woman, she pinned you down on the table, the feel of something poking you from beneath her skirt made all the more apparent from your position.

Adrenaline jolted your body, yet, it was futile - restraints beneath clothing not allowing you to muster enough force to repel the woman. If anything, your struggles only serve to cause her lips to curl into a scimitar-like cruel smile.

To your horror, your hips buck towards the stimulation, desperation clawing at the edge of your mind.

It was then, you were reminded with horror.

The president of Quinn relishes control above all else.

Your mistake was thinking that your semblance of resistance would throw a wench in her plans.

[arshipweek]

AR Ship Week - Scorpia Backstory in the Book and the TV Show

This is the last weekly post in the lead up to Alex Rider Ship Week. Only one week left!

This week we have a guest post by @icebluecyanide​ about the differences between Scorpia in the book and TV canons.

Scorpia Backstory in the Book and the TV Show

After two seasons of ominous statements and mystery, series three of the TV show finally dove deeper into the criminal organisation known as Scorpia, and the way their history intertwines with Alex’s. But what is their backstory, and how does it differ from what we see in the books? 

In this meta, I will be diving into some of the changes in how Scorpia is presented in the book (Scorpia) and the TV show. Since this is a rather broad topic, and could potentially lead to me listing every single difference from the book, I will focus specifically on the Scorpia backstory and on the structure of Scorpia as an organisation.

I’ve used book quotes throughout this meta, including page numbers. The page numbers refer to the 2014 Walker Books (UK) edition.

Scorpia 

Let’s start this off by taking a look at how Scorpia is described in both the book and the show. I’ll first give an overview of Scorpia in the book, then move on to the TV show and do a comparison.

Scorpia in the book

Scorpia was all over the world. It had brought down two governments and arranged for a third to be unfairly elected. It had destroyed dozens of businesses, corrupted politicians and civil servants, engineered several major ecological disasters, and killed anyone who got in its way. It was now responsible for a tenth of the world’s terrorism, which it undertook on a contract basis. Scorpia liked to think of itself as the IBM of crime - but in fact, compared to Scorpia, IBM was strictly small-time. (Scorpia, p. 39)

In the book, Scorpia is a criminal organisation that has its roots in the early 1980s, during the last decade of the Cold War. As we learn in Scorpia (2004), it was founded by people who were involved in the Cold War as spies or assassins or secret police for various governments, and who realised that as the Cold War came to an end, they would be able to make more money going into business for themselves.

It was a fanciful name, they all knew it, invented by someone who had probably read too much James Bond. (Scorpia, p. 38)

The name of Scorpia is taken from their four fields of operation: Sabotage, Corruption, Intelligence and Asassination. They will take on any client that is willing to pay them, and don’t care about who gets caught in the crossfire. They’re a powerful organisation, and as Julia Rothman mentions, sometimes even the intelligence agencies make use of their services for jobs that cannot be traced back to them. They operate very much as a business, and they don’t make things personal, but they also are ruthless in getting even and don’t make hollow threats. Scorpia don’t forgive and they don’t forget.

Scorpia is led by an executive board consisting of the original founders. Of the original twelve, only nine remain at the time of the book, including Julia Rothman (the only woman on the board) and Max Grendel (the oldest executive). The executives on the board are equal partners, but for each project one of them is assigned as the leader, in alphabetical order. (It’s unclear how this works for The Australian, who in some editions doesn’t have a name.)

At the time of the book, the project that Scorpia is focused on is Invisible Sword, and the executive in command is Julia Rothman. There is a client, who is offering a great deal of money for Scorpia to break the special relationship between the UK and the US, and most of the Scorpia board seem unconcerned about the principal target of the weapon being children. The only exception to this is Max Grendel, who is old and has grandchildren of the same age, who has enjoyed getting rich working for Scorpia over the years, but who now wants to retire and not be a part of the new project. Sadly, his retirement gift is a suitcase full of deadly scorpions, so his retirement is rather brief.

Scorpia are an international company, with offices and people all over the world. However, Alex first runs into them in Venice, where Mrs Rothman has a large mansion on the grand canal that is referred to as the Widow’s Palace. On the island of Malagosto, near Venice, Scorpia also has a school where they have a training and testing facility for their assassins. This is where John Rider and Yassen Gregorovich were tested and trained, and it’s where Alex also takes part in lessons. 

Scorpia in the show

Blunt: At that time, we already knew that SCORPIA were the single most dangerous emergent threat since the Cold War. (3x07)

At first glance, the Scorpia we meet in the TV show appears to be from a canon divergent AU where the organisation was all but destroyed around the time when Alex was just a baby. This is a fascinating change, and also makes intuitive sense, as of course the third series of the show came out twenty years after Scorpia (2004) did. From the start, we get hints that Scorpia in the show is different from the one in the books. 

We first learn of the name Scorpia at the end of s1, as Mrs Jones and the rest of the Department realise that Yassen Gregorovich was behind Ian’s death, and that he is still alive. Going by the descriptions we are given, Scorpia was as powerful in the past as they were when Alex met them in the book:

Smithers: I know the file, of course. At one point, they were responsible for a tenth of the world’s terrorism. 

Crawley: And political assassinations, personal vendettas. All available to the highest bidder, without remorse or compunction. (1x08)

In 2006, Scorpia was taken down by the Department, in a well-coordinated operation based on the info John Rider was able to gather. Alan Blunt was in command as all over the world, the bases and known locations of Scorpia were raided. In the chaos, some members of Scorpia went missing and managed to escape, such as Julia Rothman and Yassen Gregorovich, but when they failed to resurface in the five years that followed, their files were closed and they were assumed to be dead.

After this, Scorpia seem to have retreated to the shadows, and operated almost entirely in secret. While they no longer have the same presence in the world, they still have both funds and technology to continue their work. They have no problem spending several millions to fake the payment for the assassination of the US president in season 2 at Yassen’s request, and they have a system set in place with a phone line that can be reached only with a specifically assigned code, or else the number will be disconnected, as we see when the Department pretend to call as Martin Wilby to determine who he got his orders from. In the first two seasons, Scorpia took jobs such as helping with Dr Greif’s plan at Point Blanc, and Damian Cray’s Eagle Strike plan, and they still appear as ruthless as in the book, not caring about the deaths those plans would cause.

At first, we mostly encounter Scorpia in the scenes with the Department, where Scorpia (through Yassen) have turned Martin Wilby to pass on information about the Department and got him to lure Ian Rider to his death at Yassen’s hand. Interestingly, Ian appears to be the only person still looking for Scorpia:

Crawley: I don’t think they ever went away. I think they just got better at hiding. And we were so confident we’d finished them. Only Ian was still looking, of course. (1x08)

Ian seems to have been aware of Yassen’s survival, and presumably who he works for (“Oh Martin, you have no idea who you’re working for.” - 1x01), but none of the rest of the Department have any idea until Alex mentions having seen Yassen at Point Blanc:

Blunt: Scorpia.Mrs Jones: It explains everything. The sophistication, the global reach, and Wilby. Given our history, of course they would target us.Crawley: But we finished them.Blunt: Well, clearly not. (1x08)

In season three, we see Alex (together with Tom and Kyra) actively looking for Scorpia by visiting old locations mentioned in the files on Smither’s phone (that Kyra stole). These include Berlin and Venice, where presumably Julia Rothman had her Palace like in the book. They end up finding Julia in Malta, where she is from. This is a change from the books, where she is Welsh. We meet Nile, her apparent second-in-command, and Max Grendel, who apparently also survived the takedown.

As Alex is pulled into Scorpia, we also learn that they are planning an operation called Invisible Sword. Unlike in the book, this is not a job they took on for a client, but something Julia Rothman came up with personally. As the season goes on, we discover that while she explained it as a way to demonstrate Scorpia’s power and boost their reputation, the real objective was to take revenge against the Department for the blow they dealt Scorpia seventeen years ago.

Scorpia Leadership

Let’s narrow in further for a moment on the question of who is in charge in Scorpia. There do appear to be some changes in the leadership of Scorpia in the TV show, and part of these can be explained by the canon divergence, while others suggest that perhaps this has always been a different Scorpia. Firstly, it’s good to note that instead of talking about an executive board, the leadership are referred to as council members:

Nile: I wondered if perhaps one of the other council members decided to push their luck. (3x01) 

In general, the show appears to have less of a ‘business’ vibe compared to the book. It may be that this is a change that only came with the new Scorpia, but this may also always have been different in this universe. Similarly, we hear that Julia Rothman was elected as leader, which suggests that also the way of picking a leader isn’t the rotated schedule from the books. It appears that Julia Rothman has been elected after the failed jobs with Dr Greif and Damian Cray, in an attempt to bring Scorpia back to prominence.

Razim: We elected you because you promised to restore our influence globally. And so far, we have seen nothing. (3x01)

Speaking of Razim, we get another change from the book. The name Razim is a reference to one of the new board members brought on in Scorpia Rising in the books, and he wasn’t present in the original Scorpia book. It makes sense that with most of the organisation taken down years ago, they will have filled their ranks with new members. However, there is some suggestion that perhaps Razim was actually part of Scorpia leadership before Julia:

Julia: Razim’s always resented me. He thinks when Nicolai died, inherited my place at the table. (3x01)

Julia Rothman

Max: And besides, we both know you earned your place. (3x01)

It appears that unlike in the books, Julia Rothman was not a founding member of Scorpia in the show. This also matches up with what we learn about her from the Department file on her, where it states she ‘possesses broad knowledge of Scorpia Operational Structure and is being groomed for command’. She was most likely part of the inner circle through her husband Nicolai, given the comment about inheriting her place.

Nicolai Rothman/Mrs Rothman’s husband definitely appears to have been alive and married to her for longer in the TV show than in the book, although in both she is eventually known as the Widow.:

Mrs Rothman’s multimillionaire husband had fallen to his death from a seventeenth-storey window. It had happened just two days after their marriage. (Scorpia, p. 45)

Also an amusing detail is that in the book Nicolai Rothman is a multimillionaire, while in the TV show he’s referred to as a billionaire. Julia Rothman is canonically richer in the TV show!

Malagosto

Let’s take a moment also to look at the differences in how Malagosto is portrayed in the two canons. In both the show and the book, Malagosto is a training facility for Scorpia operatives, but that appears to be where the similarities end. The location is different in the two canons, with it being on an island near Venice in the book, and on Malta in the show. Specifically, we discover that there is a Scorpia base located underground in an old Cold War listening post on Malta. It might be that the original location had to be abandoned after Scorpia was raided, but the fact that The Department show no recognition to the name later suggests that they have never heard of it before. Definitely, the base in Malta was not known before. 

This raises some questions about whether John Rider actually trained at Malagosto in the show as he did in the book. We do have the following quote from Julia Rothman, which if taken literally suggests that he was on Malta with Alex:

Julia: Twenty years ago, your father stood where you are now. Ready to join Scorpia. (3x04)

However, if John trained at Malagosto, it is strange that this location wasn’t known to the Department or raided in the operation to take down Scorpia. So perhaps the quote should be taken metaphorically, with Alex being about to join Scorpia as his dad was, and perhaps John never trained with Scorpia. After all, in the book, he was likely only tested rather than trained, so he may have been tested elsewhere and simply put to work.

THE STUDENTS

Another difference related to Malagosto concerns the students or recruits who are present when Alex is there. In the book, d’Arc (the principal or headmaster of the school) mentions that there are usually around ten to fifteen students. Most of them appear to be people who were either part of the intelligence world or soldiers who have defected:

Alex knew all of them by now. There was Klaus, a German mercenary who had trained with the Taliban in Afghanistan. Walker, who had spent five years with the CIA in Washington before deciding he could earn more working for the other side. (Scorpia, p. 174)

They are people similar to John Rider, who already have had training of some sort that makes them suitable for Scorpia. In this sense, the school is firstly a testing facility, where Scorpia checks if people have the right skills to become part of Scorpia. Alex himself is an exception due to his age, but as d’Arc and Mrs Rothman discuss, he already has experience from both his missions and his uncle’s and MI6’s training. The other students are all older, but treat Alex surprisingly well and are friendly to him.

In the show, the recruits are all orphans and likely closer in age to Alex himself. There is no indication that Alex himself is an outlier in terms of his age. The other recruits also don’t appear to have had prior training if we take Alyona and Oleg as examples. They seem to have been children without families, either taken from orphanages or similar. Some, like Oleg, may have shown a propensity for violence which drew Scorpia’s interest, but they were not the trained soldiers or intelligence agents we see in the books.

This change could perhaps have been a result of Scorpia needing to operate from the shadows. While in the books they could recruit rather blatantly and without worrying about being noticed, they have tried to keep a low profile in the show. Perhaps they have shifted to training teenagers into operatives instead, as they have ‘No baggage, no background. It helps.’ (3x04).

It’s also noteworthy that there are only four other students aside from Alex present at Malagosto. Again, this is easily explained by Scorpia having shrunk in size and operating in more secrecy, and no doubt it made it easier for them to make the commitment of training teenagers. Sadly for Alex, they are not as nice as in the book, and he gets beaten up for being seen as weak on his first day there.

THE BUILDINGS

Another change seems to be in the buildings themselves. As mentioned, Malagosto in the show is located in an old listening post dating back to the Cold War, and that’s reflected in the lack of natural light and the bare, metallic and industrial vibes of the interior. The listening post also appears to be on a remote part of the island, but all that’s visible on the surface is a few abandoned buildings, and Scorpia seem to keep their presence low-key. 

In the book, we see the same outside appearance of abandoned buildings, as Scorpia has retrofitted an old monastery for their needs. The appearance is deceptive, however, as the insides have been modernised and Alex’s own room is much more luxurious than the one he gets in the show:

They left the main building and walked over to the nearest apartment block that Alex had seen from the boat. Again, the building looked dilapidated from the outside but it was elegant and modern inside. Jet showed Alex to an air-conditioned room on the second floor. It was on two levels, with a king-sized bed overlooking a large living space with sofas and a desk. There were french windows with a balcony and a sea view. (Scorpia, p. 164)

Alex was left alone. He sat down on one of the sofas, noticing that the room had a fridge, a television and even a PlayStation 2 - presumably put in for his benefit. (Scorpia, p. 165)

The other buildings are similarly updated, and students can train outside as the island is sheltered by trees and away from the mainland. It makes sense that in the show this is less of an option, because Scorpia are much more motivated to keep their presence hidden from the authorities. In the book, they have a legal reason to be there, as they bought the island on a lease from the Italian government, but in a world where Scorpia is assumed to be destroyed, they would need to be more careful. This explains why we only see the students go outside once for training, and that was during a night incursion exercise.

THE TEACHERS

Malagosto is a training facility, and a training facility needs instructors. This plays a larger role in the book, where we are introduced to several of the teachers at Malagosto in Alex’s time there. There is Gordon Ross, the technical specialist who teaches about weapons and explosives, Professor Yermalov, who teaches martial arts and practical skills, and Ejijit “Jet” Binnag, who teaches Botany (focused on poisonous plants). There are classrooms and textbooks and lessons as if it were a real school, but also more practical lessons such as diving and gun practice.

In the show, it’s a bit unclear who normally teaches at Malagosto. We only see two people acting as instructor – Nile and Yassen – and Yassen appears to have been assigned to Alex as a tutor rather than having general teaching duties. Nile appears to take on the role of instructor, but we also see him running around taking care of things for Julia Rothman outside, so he can’t be a full-time teacher. Perhaps we simply don’t see other instructors (much like how we don’t see the catering at Malagosto), or the training is handled more informally, with students working on their skill individually as we saw Syl doing in her first appearance.

One other thing related to the teaching at Malagosto is that in the book, John Rider is mentioned to have been an instructor there. During this time, he was also in charge of Yassen’s training for a while. This isn’t mentioned in the show, and while we get Alex asking if John trained with Yassen, we never get an answer. As Malagosto wasn’t known to the Department, as mentioned before, John was probably not a teacher in this universe.

Since we already touched on him briefly, let now take a look at John Rider and his mission to dive deeper into some of the changes.

John’s mission

Blunt: The intelligence John gathered during that time enabled us to strike at the very heart of Scorpia. Within months, we’d dismantled their entire operation. (3x07)

Based on what we are told, John’s mission is largely the same in both the book and the series. We learn that John was a decorated soldier who was in the Parachute Regiment and had seen combat before (in Afghanistan and Iraq in the show, Northern Ireland, Gambia, and the Falklands in the book). But everything seemed to go wrong for him when he killed a man in a bar fight, and was sentenced for manslaughter. 

He goes to jail for two years in the show, while in the book Mrs Rothman claims he was there for less than one, and there is some ambiguity about whether he went to jail at all:

“Everything Julia Rothman thought she knew about your father was a lie.” Mrs Jones sighed. “It’s true that he had been in the army, that he had a distinguished career with the Parachute Regiment and that he was decorated for his part in the Falklands War. But the rest of it — the fight with the taxi driver, the prison sentence and all that — we made up. It’s called deep cover, Alex. We wanted John Rider to be recruited by Scorpia. He was the bait and they took him.” (Scorpia, p. 347)

Scorpia took the bait, and John was recruited by Scorpia. In the show, we learn that John spent three years embedded in Scorpia, learning names and details about the organisation, including their long term goals and ambitions. In the book, the timeline is fuzzier, but we know he spent several months in the field as an assassin before working as an instructor at Malagosto. We are simply told that he ‘had told [MI6] as much as [they] needed to know about Scorpia’ (Scorpia, p. 348).

The reasons for breaking off the mission were similar then in both the show and the book. The risks were increasing, John had discovered most of what he set out to discover, and Helen was pregnant with Alex and John wanted to be with his family. In the book, we also specifically learn that there was a risk due to Julia Rothman, who had fallen in love with him. 

This is a point where the canons seem to deviate slightly, because the show is more explicit about John being asked to get close to Julia Rothman. The file on the Widow (Julia Rothman’s codename) mentions that a Department operative Hunter (John Rider) was assigned to develop a relationship. Julia Rothman herself told Alex that his dad was a ‘very close friend’ of hers, and showed him what are clearly love letters describing John’s feelings for her (3x03). 

Now, some of this is also in the book. Julia Rothman tells Alex she was very attracted to his father, and that he was a handsome man. And one of the letters from the show is taken straight from the book: 

My dearest Julia, A dreary time without you. Can’t wait to be at the Widow’s Palace with you again. John R. (Scorpia, p. 151)

Interestingly, we do see that Julia apparently went by her code name despite the fact that she and John became close enough over the years that she passed him information about Scorpia. John himself was known as Hunter to the Department rather than this being his Scorpia code name like in the book (although the code name isn’t mentioned in Scorpia itself). He signs the letter with his initials JR in the show, and she clearly knew him as John Rider.

It’s well possible given the way Julia Rothman doesn’t mention Alex’s mother in her initial story to Alex about John, that she was not aware at the time that he was married or that John was already with Helen. In the book, she specifically mentions that while she was attracted to him, he was married to Alex’s mother, suggesting that they never acted on the attraction.

The story of John’s capture is roughly the same, there is a trap set for him (on Malta in the book), and he is captured. A few weeks later, Scorpia kidnap a senior British civil servant (or his son, in the book) and MI6/The Department make them an offer to return John Rider to them in an exchange. This takes place on Albert Bridge in the book, while in the show it’s on another bridge somewhere. John’s death is faked, and the idea is that he will be given a new identity along with Helen and Alex so they can live quietly and without Scorpia knowing he was actually a spy.

This is the point where we get the biggest divergence in the backstory, as in the show the information gathered by John’s mission is enough to take down most of Scorpia. The operation is largely orchestrated by Alan Blunt, which is part of why Julia Rothman’s plot in the show is also aimed at him:

Mrs Jones: I’ve been looking at how we brought down SCORPIA 17 years ago. Really was an astonishing operation. Dozens of agents. Coordinates across three continents. Forty-seven key figures, dead or arrested. The entire SCORPIA hierarchy decimated overnight. You waged a private war against Scorpia, made it your mission. (3x06)

It’s not specified whether the take down of Scorpia happened before or after John and Helen’s plane was blown up by a bomb. Blunt tells Alex that ‘within months’ they were able to dismantle Scorpia’s entire operation, while Julia Rothman took six months to track John down. It seems more likely that Scorpia was taken down first, as this would give the Department an extra reason not to suspect Julia Rothman as being behind the bomb on the plane. Blunt’s reaction to Alex’s suggestion that it was Julia Rothman suggests that they didn’t have a clear suspect for all those years, which makes sense if Scorpia were believed to be defeated and not heard from again (aside from the bombing of the plane itself). WIth Scorpia gone, it also makes sense that perhaps someone became too careless in hiding the fact that John Rider is alive, as there would have been less reason to worry. 

In the book, we are first told merely that there was a bomb on the plane, which exploded and killed John and Helen and the pilots instantly. Mrs Jones and Alan Blunt seem to have no doubt about it being Julia Rothman, who had discovered the truth, although they are not clear on how she learned about it. MI6 learned valuable information about Scorpia through John’s time as an undercover spy, but they either don’t know enough to take Scorpia down for good or they don’t act on their information. 

In a way, the book takes a more cynical approach to the relationship between Scorpia and MI6. Scorpia are too large to take down completely, and any half-hearted effort to destroy them will lead Scorpia to seek revenge. And if you can’t beat them… As Julia Rothman herself points out, the secret services may nominally oppose Scorpia, but they are not above making use of their services:

The secret services can’t do anything about us. We’re too big and they’ve left it too late. Anyway, occasionally some of them make use of us. They pay us to do their dirty work for them. We’ve learnt to live side by side! (Scorpia, p. 132) 

Wrapping it all up

So what does it all add up to? As we’ve seen, the show’s portrayal of Scorpia shows an organisation that was nearly brought down seventeen years ago, and that has been operating in secrecy ever since. This single divergence explains most of the differences that we see in the present day structure of Scorpia, from younger recruits to the new leadership. However, we also saw that some aspects have always been different in this universe. The code names for both Julia Rothman and John, as well as the fact that John never mentioned Malagosto show that the backstory in the show was different even before Scorpia was taken down.

In the end, Scorpia is a different organisation in the book and the show, but in many ways it is also still the same. They are a group of people who are ruthless in their pursuit of power and money, who have no compunction about killing and even enjoy it. Scorpia may have been brought to the brink of destruction in the show, but even while hidden from the world, they have been able to keep up their activity for seventeen years. 

Until they encountered Alex Rider, that is… :) 

[skyeslittlecorner]

Hey so like I did a little bit of something by combining my last remaining braincells and delulu power to creater the what i call- Gabriel and Michelleel's first meeting✨

With both God disappearing after Solomon's death and their one and only divine Seraph—Lucifer joining the devils below because of some 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩 everything in heaven had gone astray.

Gabriel was simply walking around heaven, checking to make sure 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. Hoping that one day 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯.

It was one of Gabriel's weekly schedule to make sure Michael is 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 every angel they had and also making sure Raphael is 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 any of the useful one's. As God's most trusted, 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 and 𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝 it is Gabriel's responsibility to control and manage what God had given him too.

With his constant presence and pressure scaring the angels its no doubt that the 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 has to do thrice the effort than everybody else. And in this place quite distanced than where the seraph and other higher angels are, gabriel saw a green dove.

Stand away in spotlight, a green hair 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 than the bluish sky of heaven—eyes with the same colour shining and shimmering everytime the light reflect 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

Gabriel hadn't noticed he moved closer to the angel until he now looking straight at the surprised 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦 in front of him.

“You. Speak of your name and Rank.”

Gabriel simple stated, his look of cold expression menacing the other's that had formerly crowded around the green angel, the one in front of him looked down in an instant—𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.

“I am Michelleel from principality, sir Gabriel.”

𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. The third lowest rank of angels. This—This 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦 is that 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬? So he is useless. Gabriel couldn't help but feel extremely disappointed but even after leaving without a word, 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮—𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘭.

There is something attracting him towards that lowly angel and Gabriel couldn't figure out what it is. It was then he took something from the shelves where all 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 angels are written, scrolling and 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 for Michelleel name until he finally found it.

This attraction gabriel felt towards that 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦 is something.. Something similar what he feels towards God. Is god guiding him towards that lowly angel? Is god telling him something? 𝘠𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘭.

The next day after that event, Michelleel received a news that seraphim gabriel had assigned Michelleel into a position 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 than his rank—to be Gabriel's right-hand man.

It's a news that indeed excite and made Michelleel happy even after the questionable unknown reasons on 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘸. Nonetheless, as Gabriel's new trustworthy right-man Michelleel should do his best to pleased 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩.

We dont really know Michelleel's actual personality since i dont think his been shown(???) so Im just having a delulu headcanon here about him. Also sorry if gabriel sounded ooc i dont know how to heckin write huhu

Gabriel being done with his brothers sounds sooo real lmao I love your little dribble, him being struck "this. This one, I want it" and completely convinced that God choosed Michi and not his own heart what a sweet moron

Let me sail too~

Michelleel had never felt as special as he did that day. He didn't expect this. Get a promotion? And not as the head of the department, but the personal assistant of the Seraph? It is impossible. Could he be sure this isn't a dream?

Every nerve in his body twitched as he stood in front of Gabriel, looking at him with pure adoration. His innate desire to worship someone, idolize someone, his heart ready to love without hesitation were delighted. This perfect being, always so distant, looked at him with what seemed like a hint of interest. The more mundane strings in his brain called him a blasphemer for thinking he could interest Seraph. The only thing that they see is God. His wings, pressed tightly against his back, fluffed like a baby bird's.

Gabriel lifted the corner of his mouth - or maybe Michi just thought so? - and pulled out one of the feathers sticking out from his wings.

“The Lord has shown you to me as His instrument.” He began enigmatically, examining the long feather before his eyes. “You will be my messenger, like a dove with a green olive branch that brings peace to the world. You, too, will be a herald of new beginning, so that everyone knows that cleansing from filth is coming.”

The lower angel's heart almost jumped out of his chest at the sound of the holy voice. He knelt in a low bow.

“I am at your every call, Seraph Gabriel.”

For that brief moment, Michi felt more favored than by God himself.

[darkrpfinders]

🗝️⛓️ heya! 21+ writer (he/they) looking for other 21+ partners who are open for discord rp. i write third person adv-lit to novella but can do rapid fire replies if we want to get more dialogue in, although i love creating detail and imaginative scenes. celeb/actor and art fcs welcome, just no anime ones. all characters must be 18+.

looking for fandomless mxm or fxf, i prefer to write as the bottom however can be both sub or dom. id like the same from my partner. if mxm, i can do cis or include boypussy if you'd like. may be willing to do a mxf (with me as the f) if you can convince me. i favor writing characters that are complex, manipulative, morally grey villains and would love pairing them with muses who have the same fucked up mentality- no completely innocent muses, please! i want them to be as disgustingly toxic as possible. <3

i crave fleshed out plots that we collaborate on together, but am fine with heavy smut driven plots too. please be able to bounce off ideas! plotting is what makes rp fun in my opinion.

particularly interested in omegaverse, cryptids/monsters, yandere, anything dark and gritty. on top of dead dove i will write things that involve religious trauma, mind break, cannibalism, heavy gore, cheating, erotic body horror, overall dark content.. you name it. i love large age gaps but adore mature muses all the same whether theyre the ones being adorned or need someone to spoil. dead dove encouraged with no limits aside from scat. love beastiality, incest, violence, breeding, noncon and feminization. kink friendly and this can be discussed if wanted.

i am very flexible with response times and can take anywhere from a few days to a few hours so don't feel too pressured. i've been there, i don't care, we all have lives outside of the computer screen.

please only reach out if you're looking for something long term and are willing to gush about our rp! im talking making playlists, pinterest boards, headcanons and more. im not asking to be your best friend, but i want to get invested and not feel like it's purely transactional. ooc chatter is 100% welcome- throw me all your jokes, ideas and stupid scenarios and possible future ideas for the rp. ramble about your obsessions, talk to me about your day, confide in me all your dark secrets, i'm here for it. we're in this for the long run, might as well get along? :)

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[findingzukkarp]

calling out for a zukka rp!

I've been ravenous for a good zukka rp for a while now and have decided to finally reach out into the void in hopes of finding one! Hopefully, the below information will lead wayward people like me into an amazing story!

Basic Information about me:

I am 26 years old

I live in the United States on EST

I only rp on discord.

My writing style is adv lit/novella. (word count is typically 500+ words)

DISCLAIMERS:

Writing style is very important to me. It is genuinely make or break for me. I am also a long time fanfic writer so I believe my writing is very thorough. I am not semi-lit whatsoever. My writing will be lengthy and thorough most often so I please ask that you do not interact with this post if you do not think you will be compatible with my writing style. (Samples will be included in this post!)

I am not too keen on most topics, themes, or tropes that fall under the umbrella term “Dead Dove”. Nothing involving minors and adults together in sexual or romantic relationships. Not too keen on heavy violence, gore, or any type of ageplay.

Who I'm Looking For:

Someone who is 21+ (will settle for 18+)

Someone who writes third person

Someone who is able to write as close as possible to their character’s cannon personality (with some liberties, of course!)

Someone who is comfortable writing NSFW content (smut:plot usually ranges 40:60 but I’m willing to adjust)

Someone who writes adv-lit/novella (very important)

Extra RP Details:

I am primarily interested in writing as Sokka! I can write as Zuko but Sokka is my main muse!

As irrational and immature as it is, I am only interested in Sokka as the primary top. Sorry to all my bottom Sokka lovers- I just find bottom Zuko too beautiful.

I’m pretty open to a wide range of ideas yet I do love to lean a bit more slice-of-life and modern in role plays. I love angsty, plot heavy ideas as well– however, I do wish for a good bit of planning and deliberation beforehand!

Extra Fun Details About Me:

I am a lover of omegaverse (including mpreg) but I am completely fine not including it into my RPs!

Humor in writing is hardwired into my brain so expect bad jokes and terrible puns (Sokka is my muse, after all)

I have a love for slow-burn but I've found that slow-burn in RPs is notoriously frustrating sometimes but I'm always down to try!

You've reached the closing:

Now that you’ve somehow gotten through all of that, please take note of all the information I’ve painstakingly laid out! I will not be negotiating things I have blatantly laid out but I am open to questions or concerns!

Now, without further ado, please give this post a like ❤️ or send me a dm 💬 if you’re interested in starting an rp with me!

Writing samples will be listed from here on so please enjoy!

Samples:

Being Fire Lord came with a slew of advantages and disadvantages alike. He got his meals whenever he pleased, a sprawling bedroom with a chaise lounge, and his own naturally heated mineral spring attached to his quarters. There would never be anything more satisfying than handing scraggly old Fire Councilman their own smoldering asses and then slinking back to his room to slip into warm, healing waters.  There are far too many disadvantages to properly list. It would take a mile long scroll and a bottomless ink pot to scribe them all. 

As Zuko paces the stone floor next to the balcony doors, he laments for what his mind recalls as a false, simpler time. A time where he roamed the Earth Kingdom, free of responsibility, his title, and his name. 

-*-*-

Zuko was fictional. He had to be. Or at least that’s what he thought when his roommate first unlocked their door and paused in the doorway when they’d met for the first time. There was no way in hell that it was even remotely fair to Zuko to look the way he did– even with a gnarly burn wound blooming across the left of his face– wisps of dark hair curling where it met the collar of his shirt. He was the embodiment of every tortured, panty dropper, heartthrob he’d ever read about in his ex-girlfriend’s books (although Suki claimed to never know where they came from) and at that moment, Sokka felt as if his body had plummeted through the earth’s core and was shooting out the ass-end of the planet and somewhere into the stratosphere because holy shit he’s never seen a guy more attractive in his life.  Needless to say, the absolute lack of words Sokka was able to produce probably impacted their first meeting more than he could even think of seeing as when he woke up in the morning, Zuko wasn’t there. When he went to sleep at night, Zuko wasn’t there. On the fifth day, he was beginning to think he’d totally screwed up and was going to have to suffer having accidentally offended his first-ever roommate by gawking at him as if he were a pubescent boy seeing a tit for the first time. 

[thefemmeprince]

Bitter Conversations - Emilute

(TW: victim blaming, mentions of domestic violence, general warnings that come with mentioning Valentino)

"Emily, don't you see? They're vile. Repugnant. Sinners are inherently worse than us," Lute retorted. "I don't understand why you're so angry at me."

Emily's eyes widened. She couldn't believe her girlfriend's lack of empathy when it came to anyone except her. She knew Lute had it in her to treat others with care. Why was Emily the exception? That hardly seemed fair.

Emily's fingers combed through her snowy white locks, pushing them back and away from her face. "Lulu, you made fun of an abuse survivor. In court. For standing up to his abuser."

A brief smirk flashed across Lute's lips. It was almost ridiculous to her, that such repulsive creatures could try to plead innocence. They could never be good enough for Heaven. They could never be as good as Emily. And that Angel Dust... He was practically the worst of them all. Addict trash who just kept getting himself into worse and worse messes, yet still had the audacity to claim he was improving. It was almost laughable!

"That man is a pitiful creature," commented Lute, a smirk on her lips.

"Lulu."

"A scumbag on the side of the road. I bet he just wants the attention his father never gave him."

"Lulu."

"I'll bet that's why he had to get the job he did. He wants to get back the attention that Daddy Dearest never gave him!"

"Lute!"

That caused Lute to hesitate. Never did Emily use her real name unless in especially serious situations. She turned back to face her girlfriend, whose delicate dove wings were flared more like a goose's, and her halo's third eye having opened up to stare directly at her.

Emily sighed softly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She hadn't meant to snap like that, especially at her lover. It just ruffled her feathers to hear others talking like that.

"Lute," she began. "It can't possibly have been that easy for him."

Lute briefly opened her mouth to speak before Emily kept going.

"I want you to imagine a scenario in which I was sent to Earth. I know, it's ridiculous, but just try."

That was already a bit of a stretch for Lute. Perfect little Emily, down in that cesspool of sin? The thought itself was terrible. She wouldn't be able to handle it. Thank goodness the Seraph was kept safe behind Heaven's pearly gates.

"Imagine I fall in love," she continued, reaching for Lute's calloused hand. Their fingers intertwined in a loving embrace. "Imagine I fall in love with someone on Earth."

Precious little Emily falling in love? With a human? Goodness, no. They were far too messy, far too unpredictable. One could never truly guess whether a human soul would be the next Mother Teresa or the next Dan Schneider. Lute felt almost repulsed at the thought.

"And imagine I trusted the wrong person. The person I loved just wanted to hurt me, even though I loved them," the seraphim continued, causing Lute's heart to ache. "Tell me you couldn't imagine me in that situation."

Lute couldn't truly say that it wouldn't have happened. She knew Emily was naïve, always too trusting for her own good. She could easily picture that scenario. And just the thought of a battered Emily, sobbing and regretful, made her heart ache and churn the way she never knew it could.

Emily's expression softened, as she could see her point was getting through to the exorcist. She didn't want to upset Lute, but she had to make a point. "And if I turned to alternate means of coping, like drugs or alcohol... Would you have blamed me?"

"No," Lute responded, her voice abnormally soft and hushed. She just wanted to get that image out of her head. The idea that someone could betray Emily's trust like that, despite how good and kind she is... It was horrible.

"And if I wanted to hurt that person back, would you understand why?" Emily asked gently.

"Yes..." Lute answered, although hesitantly. She couldn't imagine Emily ever being driven to that point, but she would have deserved to. In that situation, Emily would have had every right to be angry.

"Then just what separates me from Angel Dust?"