Bakugou X Fem!ReaderWord Count: 3.1k

Bakugou x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.1k

!!: sex 18+

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Bakugou doesn’t want to be here, and he’ll do almost anything to leave

Leaning against the bar, you scrutinize everyone in the club. Hazy red and blue lights light up a dance floor and some of the plush, black seating surrounding large tables. Off in the corners of the room, business meetings pass, men in suits posturing to each other. Groups of friends flow from tables to the dance floor, some of them breaking off for the bar.

Mina sidles up beside you and loops her arm through yours. Leaning against you, one of her bright pink space buns tickles the exposed skin at your shoulder. “There’s a lot of potential here tonight.” 

Three more friends return from the bathrooms and join your small group. Drinks ordered, you all settle in and survey the prospects. “Anyone in particular catch your eye?”

“There’s a cute redhead out on the dance floor,” Ochako gestures to a tall man with red hair dancing without a care in the world. 

“I might just stay here at the bar…” Jiro’s voice and eyes drift off to the bartender – a woman with jet black hair whom she’s been crushing on since your friend group started coming here.

“And you?” They look at you expectantly. You scan the crowd one more time. Plenty of people for you to choose from. But you’re looking for a challenge. Lifting your drink to your lips, you let the amber liquid warm you from the inside out.

And then you see one stubborn asshole glued to the wall. Target acquired. You nod in his direction. “Blondie against the wall.” Four sets of eyes follow your gaze. Yes, he’d be a fun challenge. “Alright ladies.” You tip the last of your drink into your mouth and smile. “Stay safe, good luck, have fun!” With that, the five of you spread out with a deadly grace – searching for a little fun.

Across the club, Bakugou scowls at anything and everything. He doesn’t want to be here, but Kaminari and Kirishima abducted him from his apartment saying that he had moped too long and needed a change of scenery. 

Bakugou does not mope. He does not sulk, nor does he lick his wounds over his recent breakup. He spends his time outside of work brooding and making sure that he won’t run into her any more than needed.

The bright lights and pounding bass do nothing to help improve his mood, and his ‘friends’ who brought him here have left him to his own devices while they party it up. If they wanted to go out, they could’ve done it without the pretense of ‘cheering him up’.

It’s just a bunch of drunk people grinding on each other to feel alive. Bakugou runs a hand through his hair and checks his phone again. No missed messages, no notifications, and only five minutes have passed since the last time he checked. Great.

A voice barely reaches his ears above the music. “All on your own?” He looks up and sees you standing in front of him. Your black dress hugs your body in all the right places, and your heels look dangerous enough to stab a man in the heart.

“Not interested.”

“Would you be interested if it would get your friends to stop paying attention to you so they could actually look at the women trying to flirt with them?” you raise an eyebrow in challenge. Bakugou barely manages to hold back an eye roll. You don’t know him at all. He couldn’t give two shits if his friends got their dicks wet or not. Hell, cockblocking them sends a vindictive zing of pleasure through him. 

“Don’t care.” He returns to his phone, expecting you to take the hint and leave him alone.

There’s a small puff of air at his side as you lean against the wall next to him. You purse your lips and cross your arms. That might work on other dudes, but he’s so not interested right now. “I’m playing wingman tonight,” you complain, “And your mood is killing it.”

“‘S not my problem.”

“What if I can get you out of here so you can go back to whatever man-cave bachelor pad you crawled out of?” Bakugou’s thumb hovers on his phone screen mid-scroll. That got his attention. A free pass to leave this hellhole?

He slides his phone into his pocket and truly looks you up and down for the first time. You’re a stunner, he’ll give you that, but he’s had enough of people who look beautiful on the outside only to be rotten at the core. Nothing in life is free, so what blemishes are you hiding beneath your carefully manicured exterior? “What’s in it for you?”

Your eyes lower to half-mast. “You gotta show a lady a good time.” Your smug smile sets him on edge. “Dance with me first.” Bakugou stares at your stretched out hand. You drive a hard bargain. But if he can get out of here, he can spin you around the dance floor for a minute or two. He stares at your upturned palm. It’s only one dance. He can do that.

Putting his hand in yours, he lets himself be reluctantly dragged out to the dance floor. You lift his hand and spin yourself before getting a feel for the beat. Bakugou stands there, jostled by other bodies around him. 

His brain might as well be screaming like dial-up internet right now. Dancing? He agreed to dancing? He doesn’t fucking dance. Why make a fool of himself where anyone can watch? 

The song blends seamlessly into the next one and the beat speeds up. “You better not stand there like a stick the whole time,” you laugh and throw your hands into the air.

“I don’t dance,” he replies gruffly.

“C’mon,” you sidle up to him and put his hands on your waist. With how close you are, there’s barely any room for a piece of paper between your bodies. Your fingers trail up his arms before lightly resting on his shoulders. You start moving with the beat and guide him into a groove.

He’s stiff at first, unsure of how into it he should be and how long to keep his hands in one spot. He spies Kirishima across the room casually bobbing to the music and Bakugou imitates his movements; if he doesn’t know what he’s doing, then he can fake it till he makes it.

A brunette in a pink crop top and high-waisted black pants dances past you and whispers something in your ear. Even with the loud music, he can’t make out what’s said, but based on the way you laugh, you must know the woman. You step back out of Bakugou’s personal bubble and dance with your friend for a beat or two before she disappears back into the crowd.

On your own, you move more freely, and Bakugou uses the time to let his eyes roam your body. You seem confident out here like you don’t give a shit about what’s going on around you or who’s looking.

God, the way your hips sway mesmerizes him. He reaches out and steps closer to you, your ass lightly grazing the edge of his crotch. Bakugou pauses for a second as if waiting for you to pull away. That’s all he’d need right now; to be branded a creep and more fucking rejection — and from some rando at a club no less. 

You surprise him by leaning back against his chest, your arms making their way up to lazily wrap around his neck and head. The movement pushes your breasts together, and what a sight they are.

You tug his head toward your mouth to be heard over the music. “I promise I won’t break.” One of your hands trails down your chest and covers the top of his hand before moving it down to your hip. He can take a hint. Pulling you flush against him, he grips you and lets your ass grind into him. His other hand wanders up your side, grazing the side of your breast – an action that has you pressing harder into him.

Bakugou doesn’t even care that his erection is straining against his pants or that you can feel it. He chases the intoxicating, subtle scent of your perfume and finds his face almost buried in your neck. The red and blue lights aren’t as annoying now, and the music moves through his body. 

Fuck it. He can relax for one night. He can not think about work, his love life woes, or the fact that he was brought to a shitty ass club on the excuse of his friends wanting to get their dicks wet. If he can imitate Kirishima’s dancing, then he can borrow your carefree attitude until he leaves.

Jasmine.

With a hint of rose and sandalwood.

Fuck.

That scent was once ingrained in his soul. It wove itself through the spare set of linens that are now buried at the bottom of his closet. He used to associate it with the blissful euphoria of being buried deep in the woman he loved.

And now it causes his stomach to churn and a sense of dread to trickle down his spine. The cloying scent sticks to his lungs and makes it hard to breathe.

Bodies jostle him as he abruptly stops moving on the dancefloor. This isn’t a trick of the nose. She’s here somewhere. He knows it. He nearly gives himself whiplash searching the whole damn room searching for her.

And when he sees her… his brain stops.

Bakugou wipes his sweaty palms on his pants. “I gotta fuckin get outta here.”

Your lips form a perfect pout. “So soon?”

He looks around wildly and sees a swath of red standing stock still against a moving crowd. Kirishima’s ruby eyes stare at him in panic. He promised. He and Kaminari fucking promised that Bakugou wouldn’t see her again. And they couldn’t even deliver on it. 

He can’t leave. She’ll see. She’ll know that she won the breakup. That he has to run away from his memories and her.

A cool hand touches his flushed cheek. “Hey.” Your touch grounds him in the moment. He almost reaches up and cups your hand to his cheek just to keep it there a moment longer. Almost.

“What?”

“Do you think I’m hotter than her?” You nod towards the bar. Were you paying attention the whole time? You had to have noticed when he stopped trying to cop a feel and rub up on your ass. Did you see him staring? Did you see the panic?

Bakugou snorts. “After the shit she put me through, anyone’s hotter than her.”

“Fine,” you huff and casually loop your hands behind his neck. His body starts swaying with yours. Just another couple in the crowd. “Will she think I’m hotter than her?” Would she? Bakugou runs his hands down your side and across your ass. You definitely have confidence that rivals hers.

One stiff nod is all it takes for a smile that rivals the sun to spread across your face. “C’mon big boy,” you tap his cheek affectionately. “It’s time to go make a scene.” You loop your arm around his waist and lead him over to the bar. Over towards her.

Oh fuck no. Instead of grabbing your waist in return, his hand finds and squeezes your shoulder. What kind of scene were you planning on making? He didn’t want to get within ten feet of her, let alone inches from her at the bar.

Flagging down the bartender, you pull a wad of cash from who knows where and slide it across the sleek bar top. “For my tab.” Pressing your chest against Bakugou, you press a kiss to his cheek and stage-whisper loud enough to be heard over the music – and by his ex. “Bathroom first. Then my place.” 

He plays along and pulls you against him. As you lead the way to the exit, his insides are roiling. He can’t stop replaying that little scene over and over in his head. Did his ex notice them? Did he manage to hide the fact that she makes him want to puke? Did it look too forced? God, would she know that it was all for show?

The heavy doors to the bathroom swing closed. All the noise from outside as well as inside Bakugou’s head fades away. You make your way over to the bathroom mirror and check out your reflection. The sudden lack of noise and movement leaves him reeling. Checking the stalls and finding them empty, you casually stroll back over and stand across from Bakugou.

“Not at the point where you can talk to her? Get that closure you need?” you lean against the counter, a wry smile curling the corner of your lips. Bakugou scowls and you have the audacity to laugh at him. “What? It’s written all over your face.” 

“No,” he snaps. Heat floods his cheeks as the truth tumbles out of his mouth. “I don’t think I’ll be able to face her again.” 

“You just need a better cunt to get her out of your mind,” you purr.

“And you’re offering?” Bakugou raises an eyebrow. He holds your stare as you shift your dress up your hips slightly and reach under the hem. He doesn’t miss the way you smirk at him as your fingers drag black lace down your legs. Stepping out of the barely there underwear, you toss them at him, and of course he catches it. Smooth lace warms his fingers. Opening his palm, the bathroom lighting catches on a shiny streak on the crotch.

Bold.

Hopefully you can’t see his blush deepening, or if you can, maybe you’ll chalk it up to his drink finally catching up with him.

“I may have planted that seed in her mind, but it’s up to you what to do with it,” you tease.

It takes two strides for Bakugou to go from the wall opposite you to having his hands on your waist. He inhales deeply, trying to get the wretched stench of jasmine and rose out of his nose. You’re sweeter and softer than his icy ex at the bar. He wants to forget her. And he wants you.

For the first time since he had his heart shattered, he wants something.

His lips brush the shell of your ear. Bakugou swears you lean into him as he murmurs. “‘M not doing it with you looking at me.” He spins you around and pins your hips with his against the counter.

Just like on the dancefloor, your ass rubs against his stiff cock. “So you’re interested?” you laugh lightly. Spreading your legs more, he lifts your dress to reveal your ass in all its glory. His skin prickles in anticipation.

You’re warm under his palms as he slides his hands across your butt up to your hips. Bakugou slides his cock through your folds and bites back a groan. How long had it been? 

“Still with me?” you ask impatiently. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls. His hands grip at your waist as he sheaths himself completely inside you. He doesn’t want to pull out of your warm walls, but shallow, fast thrusts won’t suffice this evening.

He pulls out except for just the tip, leaving it nestled in your clenched entrance. “God you’re fuckin tight.” He watches his cock disappear into you, the way you suck him in and desperately hold him. White stars cloud the edges of his vision. Fuck he could nut right here. A goddamn two pump chump.

You moan as he pulls out again. “You’re just like everyone else out there.” Another fast thrust. Your legs shake against his. 

His cock comes out shiny, covered in your juices as he pulls out a third time. “Looking for a quick hook-up.” His next pump elicits a needy whine from you, and Bakugou almost relaxes his bruising grip on your hips, but your voice floats into his head. I promise I won’t break.

Bakugou sneaks a peek at the mirror in front of him. He didn’t want to see your face during sex — see some manufactured expression you think he wants to see.

But fuck, the face you’re making right now; eyes closed, your teeth tugging on your bottom lip. You’re absolutely glowing. Even the way you arch your ass for him so he hits that much deeper. You’re going to make him lose his goddamn mind. 

His chest leans against your back as he ruts into you animalistically. “And I fell for it.” The sound of his hips snapping against yours fills the small room. It’s a frantic pace as Bakugou chases his high. He can feel it building deep within him, and your cries of pleasure send him over the edge. Climax rocks through him, sending shock waves through all his limbs. 

It takes him a moment for his nerves to calm down and for you to start moving restlessly to remind him that you’re still under him. He pulls out and watches white cum drip out of you. 

He hadn’t planned on fucking anyone tonight. To be honest, he hadn’t planned on fucking anyone for a long while. 

“I may be here looking for a good time, but I’m not the one who decided to stick my dick in a random chick.” You adjust your dress and stare at his reflection in the mirror. You got him there.  “Is that enough time for your ex? Or do we need to make awkward chitchat for a while?”

“Fuck you,” Bakugou huffs, but he’s all bark, no bite. Based on the way you loop your arm in his, you know it too.

“Y’already did.”

The two of you leave quickly, spilling out into the night with other couples. Neither of you check to see if his ex is looking. Noises of the city surround you both. Conversations float by with passing pedestrians. Cars putter past. 

You untangle yourself from Bakugou and straighten your clothes one last time. “Well, that was fun,” you say smugly. “We should do it again.”

“Not likely.”

“Whatever you say,” you smirk and walk off into the night.

Bakugou watches you go, his eyes glued to your body until you disappear around a corner. He’d never see you again. Didn’t even get a name. Just a one-night stand that’ll never turn into more. You even lived in the opposite direction from him.

Whatever. Bakugou pulls out his phone and sees a folded piece of pink paper flutter out as well. Snatching it before it can hit the ground, Bakugou unfolds it and sees a phone number.

XXX-XXX-XXXX we can also just talk!

When the hell did you slip this in his pocket? He can’t stop himself from letting out a little laugh. Well played. Maybe he would see you again after all.

Yes he kept your panties.

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On the night that Peter saw you falling forty stories from the ground, the crack in his behavior shattered into many pieces like a fallen mirror. To think if he did not arrive a second earlier, your neck would have snapped along with your shattering bones. The thought alone of your skin becoming entirely cold and red blood pouring over the gray cement—and it not being his intentional doing—made him vomit into his bathroom sink whenever he thought about it too hard.

Just the proposal of death almost being able to rap at your door was the reason you were under Peter’s warm body in his bed many weeks after the incident. It started slowly, like a boil. He suggested you stay over at his apartment to mentally recover from the situation, but one night turned into a day, which turned into a week. Now you were completely cooked and hadn’t been to your dorm room in months.

Before you even agreed to date him, Peter had his moments. It was as if one screw was never secured correctly whenever he would interact with you. He was always so physically demanding, even when he was only your friend. He would play with your hands and braid random strands of your hair. And when you started dating, he told you how many freckles that graced your pores as a joke.

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↳ Genre: thriller, mystery, angst, eventual smut, dark content TWs will be mentioned whenever present

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You hadn’t been comfortable with this from the start, you could understand Jimin’s reasoning though. 

‘Listen I’d keep you with me but it’s dangerous, too dangerous right now,” Jimin sighed as you crossed your arms, warily looking across the room where Jungkook was, kneeling down and holding up a notebook to the light as he scribbled something down, “I made a deal with Cross and Clay awhile back and they’re still angry over me breaking it. That was close Y/n, too close.” 

You frowned as you whispered, “But we survived! You said it yourself Jimin, it’s not going to be easy here. Jungkook said he didn’t want me to go with him can’t I…” You sighed as you shifted your weight from foot to foot, “Can’t I just stay with you a little longer then I’ll leave!” 

Jimin frowned, eyes filled with pity as he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “We survived, barely. And only…” Jimin trailed off as he squinted a little at you, “Only because you somehow learned how to fight four men at a time.” 

You rubbed the back of your neck as you looked away, feeling as if he was asking you silently just how you did it, yet nothing came to mind, you didn’t know how you did it. You just….knew. As if it was in your blood, as if it was as easy as breathing air. Jimin leaned a little away from you as he lowered his gaze, “Just let me talk to Jungkook, okay? He’s a good guy, he’ll keep you safe until you’re comfortable on your own.” 

Jimin gave you a pat on the shoulder before walking past you as your mind replied to what had previously happened. Somehow, you couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t you who needed to be protected. 

Jungkook hadn’t spoken a word to you the whole time, no matter how much you tried to initiate conversation, he looked…not angry, but he certainly wasn’t happy you had ultimately come along with him. You weren’t sure what Jimin said, but whatever he had it must have convinced Jungkook, barely. 

You weren’t used to this, Jimin and Seokjin were both not only helpful, but extremely nice and more than happy to answer any questions you had. Jungkook couldn’t be more than the opposite of that. Opening the door to the next room Jungkook sighed, “Go sit down, I need to scavenge the room.”

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Katsuki was certain that there was not one thought of substance floating in that pretty little head of yours. He watched in spite as you mindlessly sucked on a cherry lollipop while you drew little doodles in the corner of your paper. You had an over the top pink and fuzzy pen that seemingly summed up your personality pretty well. The gloss on your lips still pristine as your plump lips continued to wrap around the candy.

Your eyes lifted from your notebook momentarily to examine the classroom briefly. The boredum was prominent on your facial features and reflected in your slightly slouched shoulder posture. That was until you locked eyes with a certain spiky haired redhead. A smile spread wide across your plump lips causing the redhead to return the gesture. You mindlessly set down your pen and your hand found its way to the ends of your hair twirling a few strands around your pointer finger. This isn’t a new thing for you either, you always seemed to have new arm candy every week.

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Village of Shadows - Ch.6 (Dark!DC/Resident Evil 8)

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Summary: Arthur traps you in his lighthouse and you wish you'd never sent John away.

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Smut, Manipulation, Blackmail, Intentional grief triggers

CHAPTER 6 - The Price to Pay

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I thought I was going to drown.

I could see nothing as the light left my vision and I was thrashing in the pitch black as the grip on my ankle held fast. I wasn't able to shake it and, when I felt fingers adjusting their hold on me, I knew Arthur had found me already.

If his plan was just to kill me in the water, he was going to achieve it. I was woefully underprepared for a scenario like this.

Just at the point where I was seriously starting to panic, I heard a rushing in my ears and it felt like the water fell away from me, like my feet were now standing on something solid. I still didn't dare take a breath until there was a pat on my back.

“Take a lungful. I'm not interested in you being a corpse.”

When lights flickered on around me, I could see he'd pushed the water back, creating a little air pocket and I gulped down oxygen greedily. Arthur was sat on a rock in front of me, looking me over as I stood there, sodden and shivering.

“I'm not into Diana's style but gotta say it looks good when wet,” he grins.

“Because its f-f-fucking see through.”

“Hell yeah it is,” Arthur's gaze travels to my chest. “So, here to kill me too?”

“Not if you give me my son back. I'll just walk away. I'm not a hero.”

“No, you're not,” he stands up, approaching me and he quickly lunges, shaking the knife and the gun out of my dress whilst I nearly end up back in the water. “Because a hero would've shot me already. I'll keep hold of these and you can have them back once you've heard me out.”

“Heard you out? What do you-”

“Not here. Not much air left,” he gestures to the bubble we're in. “I'll take you back to my place but to do that, I'm gonna need you to get behind me and put your arms around my neck.”

He could've easily killed me by now so I knew he didn't have that goal at the forefront of his mind at least. I did as he asked, having no other choice if I wanted to get more answers.

The second I was in place, the water came crashing back around us, soaking me again after I'd just dripped all the excess off. There was a noise like a boom and then we were propelled forward so quickly I shut my eyes to protect them and clung on.

Arthur surfaced but the speed didn't decrease and I was sprayed constantly, getting a mouthful of lake water every time I tried to breath. He slowed down when we reached another cave that was filled with bioluminescent plants on the wall.

“Welcome to my crib,” he jumps out of the water with me still on his back and I ungracefully collapse onto the ground, not expecting it. “Mind the step, I guess.”

The entrance hall looks like Atlantis but I would swear the inside of his domain was like a lighthouse. I'm not entirely sure it wasn't as I saw a set of stairs winding around the outside. I don't remember seeing one when I came here but I have no idea where I am any more.

“Homely, right?” he watches me taking it in. “I'm not a flashy kind a' guy. I'm not Bruce.”

“I don't care. Just tell me what I want to know.”

Under my breath I whispered for Etrigan but I had no idea if I needed to shout him to summon the good-natured demon.

“Straight to the point. Man, I really dig you. Chicks usually want a life story. Here's the thing, babe, your kid's not here.”

“Diana told me he was.”

“He was and now he's not. I do know where he is though but I'm not givin' ya the secret for free. You'll need to give a little first.”

“Aren't you supposed to be trying to kill me on Superman's orders?”

Arthur laughs, sweeping his wet hair back and I think he's purposefully flexing his back muscles for me, “I don't do everything he says. There's no harm in you runnin' around this place. You're just a human for fuck's sake. Sure, you offed Diana but that was a lucky blow I think. I could've filled your lungs with water within five seconds of you stepping into my territory. You're not a threat.”

“That doesn't answer why you're not killing me.”

“You're hot, you're angry which makes you more hot and you're practically naked in front a' me. You can work it out, sweetheart.”

He wasn't hiding the fact he was interested, that was blatantly obvious. I just wondered what he was going to ask me to do.

“So here's the thing,” he starts when I don't answer him. “I'm really damn curious about how far a mother will go to protect her son. How much do you want to know where he is? What will you do for that information?”

Arthur circles me and I can feel the hairs on my arms standing on end. I felt like prey in that moment. He was just waiting to strike, looking for the weakness and he had my only chance of defeating him in his back pocket.

He stands right behind me, bending down to talk quietly into my ear, “Would you fuck the man who killed your husband?”

“You told me Lycans killed him.”

“I lied,” he chuckles to himself. “No, I gave the killing blow and then, then I threw his body to the Lycans to chew on. It's good for their teeth. They don't have much of a dental plan.”

“You...” I felt like all my energy just drained through the floor and I was left as a hollow, haunted husk.

“Me,” he pets my head softly, kissing me on the cheek whilst I stand like a statue. “All me, babe. He did put up a good fight though, I wasn't lying about that. Dude had some moves but not enough to keep him from being skewered. Just before he died, he said you'd come for the kid. He begged me to leave you alone, direct you anywhere but the village. I said no. I said I'm taking your boy and I'm gonna fuck your hot wife when she gets here and I intend to keep my word.”

“You fucking vile piece of shit!” I don't recognise my own voice it's so hateful and distraught.

“And this piece of shit just asked you a question,” Arthur's hand comes around to grip my neck. “Would you fuck the man who killed your husband to know where your son is? Now I'm not talking a bad lay here, I want you at your best. I want you to be into it and to know the person who took away your life partner is deep inside you. That's the only way I'm gonna tell you what I know.”

“I want more information than that,” I resist the urge to headbutt him or stamp on his foot. I just want him away from me. “If I'm debasing myself, I want to know where my son is and where Superman hides out.”

“Why Superman?”

“Because I'm going to kill him.”

It was hard to stand there whilst Arthur had a laughing fit but when he calmed down, he spun me around so I was facing him. I swear he had tears in his eyes from giggling so much.

“You really are something,” his warm hands feel unbearable against my chilled skin. “Fine. I tell you whatever you want to know. Do we have a deal?”

Etrigan wasn't coming, I would've seen him by now. John was sent away to keep Kal-El or Clark or whatever he went by at bay. I was entirely on my own against one of the most powerful beings in the world.

“Deal.”

I didn't expect to be thrown over his shoulder but he started walking up the stairs with me. Around and around it went until I was dizzy and disorientated but the final ascent opened out into a room with an enormous bed and a fireplace where the windows showed me a view that confirmed I really was in a lighthouse.

“Stay there,” he grunts before lighting the fire. “I'm not into fucking cold chicks.”

“Too much like the dead for you?”

“You got a smart mouth for someone who breaks easily,” he raises an eyebrow. “Now get over here and show me how much you want to find your kid.”

So I crossed to his side, flames warming me a little where they caught my legs and I tried to pretend Arthur was someone else before I snaked my arms around his neck and kissed him. It was impossible to keep the fantasy going when he was so vocal though. I had to keep my disgust to myself.

“You really hate me, don't you?” he looks amused as he pulls back. “I can feel it through the kiss. Channel it, sweetheart.”

So I did. This whole thing hinged on me making this believable enough that he'd keep his side of the bargain.

I got rougher, nails raking his chest a little as he responded by grabbing a fistful of my hair to keep me close. His other hand explored down to my ass, squeezing as he hummed his appreciation into my mouth.

I slid to the floor, getting out of his grip before readying myself, and drying myself more in the firelight, to undo his pants that were sticking to his thighs.

“Eager, huh?” he helps me get them down to his ankles before shuffling them off. “You can't rush me. If I don't feel like I'm getting my deal's worth, the deal is off. Take your time.”

It was much easier from down here to ignore Arthur, to close my eyes and mouth up his inner thighs, working him into impatience just like I used to do with my husband. His hands nearly went for my face a few times to drag me to where he wanted me to be but he held off as I finally took his cock between my lips.

“Oh yeaaah,” he groans, watching me sink down the length until I hit my limit and then I push a little further. “What a shame your husband won't ever get to feel this again. Fuck, you're so good.”

Every trick I'd ever learned came out. Where to lick, when to hollow my cheeks, how to take him right to the base. I could feel him twitching in response, a string of curse words at his lips.

“I'm not blowing my load in your mouth, get up,” he's nearly snarling as he yanks me to my feet, stripping me out of the Amazon dress, ripping the straps when they proved too finicky for him. “Love the body. Still a little cold, huh?” his fingers brush over my pebbled nipples. “I'll warm you up.”

I'm shoved backwards, stumbling until I fall on the bed and Arthur gets on the ground in front of me before diving between my legs. I wasn't counting on him trying to pleasure in me in any kind of way so I let out a squeak of surprise as his tongue started delving into me.

“Oh, babe,” he looks up at me, a wicked glint in his eye. “You think you weren't gonna get some? Unfortunately for you, I kinda like the idea of you getting off with your husband's killer. I mean that has to be a mindfuck, right?”

I say nothing but I get a handful of his hair and drag him back to me so he'll shut up. I'm not sure how much more I can listen to before I flip out and try to attack him, albeit fruitlessly.

So I lie back, I let him start flicking and sucking at my clit, I let my mind wander and I'm more pissed than anything that the image it conjures up is John. After everything he's admitted to, my brain still wants to put him front and centre in my daydreams.

I can't hold on to the fantasy of my husband, like the memory of his face is trickling away and I have no idea why. I'm not sure which appearance is worse right now, Arthur's or John's so I open my eyes to look out of the window and I see Etrigan clinging to the side of the lighthouse. He just puts a finger over his lips and then taps the window to show something shimmering, like a barrier he couldn't get past.

When he starts muttering and when the image of John gets clearer and more vivid as I close my eyes again, I know what's happening. Etrigan thinks he's helping by giving me a daydream of someone he believes I'm still on good terms with, had history with.

Instead I'm trapped in a nightmare between the man who murdered my husband and the man who pretended to be my husband.

“Fuck, you're squeezing my fingers so hard,” Arthur remarks and I'm not even sure when he slipped some into me. “Come on, babe. Cum on my face. I know I'm gettin' ya there.”

And he was and I knew if I held off that he wouldn't stop until I came so I surrendered to the feeling, the building pressure, the shaking of my thighs until I got lost in the pleasure and the whisper of John's voice that Etrigan had morphed over Arthur's.

“There's a good lass. Fuck, I love that sound.”

It took Arthur no time at all to fully deposit me on the bed before he was in between my legs and pushing into me, a death grip on my jaw so I couldn't look away but I was seeing a half blended face right now of him and John. It was confusing enough that it helped, in a weird way.

Arthur took it slow, slow enough that I felt the drag of his cock with every thrust. He wanted to prolong this as much as possible I think.

He caught me looking out of the window and spotted Etrigan. There was the wave of his hand and a plume of water from the lake outside blasted my demon friend away from me and whatever sort of reprieve he was trying to give me was gone. There was only Arthur and I now.

“No one's gonna help you,” he does a dirty grind which has me twitching from oversensitivity. “And remember our deal. No zoning out on me. Present and accounted for, babe. You do wanna see your son again, right?”

“Oh fuck you,” I snarl, tired of his needling.

I move to flip him over and he lets me. If I'm going to have to pretend to enjoy this, I'm going to take the lead. So I start rolling my hips and body in a messy kind of rhythm that has him grabbing onto my hips and ass, fingers digging in.

“Yeah, you ride me,” his head tips back as he savours the pleasure. “I bet it's better dick than your husband gave you. Make the best of it.”

If only I was a meta-human. If only I could reach down and squeeze the life out of him. I could throttle his fucking neck.

“Go on,” his eerie coloured eyes latch onto mine. “I saw your fingers curl. You wanna choke me? Go ahead and try. I'll give you that freebie.”

So I do, because I was angry and aroused and angry at myself for being aroused. I took it out on Arthur in both fucking and strangling and the bastard loved every second of it. I realised about a minute into constricting my hands around his throat that his cock got harder and he was softly groaning.

I let go immediately as he starts laughing.

“What's the matter, babe? That was heaven. Oh fuck, the look on your face...just makes me wanna...”

I'm twisted, on my side as my leg is yanked up and over his shoulder as he drives back into me. He's pawing at my breast as he ruts, starting to get sloppy in his pacing and I'm bent at such an angle when he finally finishes in me that I get a faint orgasm of my own that I hope he didn't notice.

“Whew! Goddamn!” Arthur whoops as he pulls out. “I knew you'd be fun. Angry chicks always are.”

“The deal-”

“-Yeah yeah,” he waves my upcoming question away. “Boy's with Bruce. We move him around when you get too close. He's set up a replica of Wayne Manor on the opposite side of the ritual site. As for Superman, he doesn't have a territory, he wanders between ours.”

“So I have to go and speak to the person who tried to kill me first in a death gauntlet? Fine.”

“Who said anything about you leaving?” Arthur stretches out with a satisfied grunt. “I just said I'd give you information.”

“You...”

“Penny's dropping, huh? Oh yeah. Big smart godkiller can't work out when she falls into a trap. You can't swim outta here without me. You'd drown before you got out of the tunnel. You can't climb outta the lighthouse because our universe's Zatanna enchanted the windows before Superman snapped her neck. You're stuck here, babe. Get comfortable.”

“You're just going to keep me here?!”

“Yeah. You fuck like a champ and I need a lotta stress relief dealing with the Bat,” he shrugs. “Plus I probably put a kid in ya so you won't need to go running after yours soon.”

“I'm not a breedable fucking Rapunzel! You can't lock me in a tower!”

He leans up on one elbow before winking, “I can do what I want. You'll learn to like me, sweetheart. I'm clearly the best option you could've landed with. Anyhow, can't gossip like a fishwife all day, right? Stay there, get warm and there's beer in the fridge. I need to check in with the big man.”

Arthur just ups, redresses and leaves me, taking my weapons with him. I run to the stairs, watching him as he descends to the bottom and I hear a splash as he sets out into the lake again.

I just end up crumpling by a window, calling out for Etrigan again and again with the bedsheets wrapped around me haphazardly. I finally saw the fin of his ear as he scaled the wall again and I pushed the window out to the limit of the barrier so I could hear him.

“My lady I did try my best, to put your troubled mind at rest and give you pleasant dreams of John and your memories to dwell upon. I know you have an intimate past so I tried to make your spirit holdfast but Arthur is a devious man and the magic here did spoil my plan.”

“I know you did all you could,” I reassure him because he looks furious at the state of me. “The lighthouse is blocked off by magic and you can only get out through the lake but I'd drown before I was able to swim free. I need you to get John. I need you to tell him what's happened to me because he's the only one who can get me out.”

“The hell-cursed magus is nowhere to be found, I could not see him when I travelled around.”

“Oh...we had a...we had a fight about something he did to me some years ago. Maybe he's just left me here,” I sit on the windowsill, feeling more dejected by the minute.

“If you think John has abandoned you my dear, then there is only air between those ears. I see the love within his heart and he would not so flippantly depart. I fear something more sinister resides here now and so to you I make this vow. I will search and find John Constantine and shall bid him to swiftly intervene. You will be free of Arthur Curry, so please, dear lady set aside your worries. I will do everything I possibly can and push the limits of Etrigan.”

“Thank you,” I place a hand on the barrier as he places one of his huge green ones on the opposite side. “Please hurry. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.”

Etrigan just nods gruffly before disappearing from view. I close the window so it doesn't look like I've gone anywhere before going to the bathroom and getting in the shower, scrubbing myself until I was raw. Anything to get Arthur's touch off of me.

By the time he returned, I was half asleep over a sketched picture of my husband and son as I was reminding myself of the reason I was enduring so much physical and mental torture. I was able to keep my husband's face clear in my mind's eye now Etrigan wasn't here and I was indulging in some self torture remembering the shape of his lips as they curved into a smile, the crease of his eyes as he saw me in some outfit that made him happy or proud and the low tones of his voice as he'd tell me how much he loved me with such adoration that I've never heard from any partner before him.

I was caged in a constant loop of grief, guilt and despair as I remembered him, pined for my son, felt heartbreak at John's actions and revulsion at Arthur's. I wish Superman had never said anything but he knew exactly what he was doing when he sowed the seeds of discord between John and I; he wanted me isolated and wanted me as easy pickings for Arthur.

“Drawing pictures, huh?” Arthur rips the paper out from under me and studies it. “I got a better one for you if you want. Picture of your kid from two hours ago.”

“There's a catch,” I look up at him.

“Maybe you are smart,” he smirks. “How much do you wanna see the photograph?”

“Just do whatever you want to me.”

“Aww, that's no fun when you just give in,” he squats down next to me. “Come on, babe. Work with me here.”

“No.”

His expression hardens a little before he pulls out a set of photographs from his jeans pocket and goes over to the fire with them. I can see a sliver of one of them from where I am and I know it's definitely my son. The ache in my chest is unreal at that little glimpse of him.

“Last chance,” he dangles them above the flames whilst I battle with myself about what to do. “Alright then. Have it your way.”

“WAIT!” I yell before he lets go. “What do you want me to do?”

“Oh, so many things,” Arthur grins, storing them on the mantelpiece. “Let's get started.”