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Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)

All Kinds Of Wrong (Female Reader)(TW: Cooper is sadistic obviously, Knifeplay, but no blood)

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Cooper needs a woman to trade for his drugs. He finds you, in the wrong place at the wrong time. You both get caught in the muffle of a radiation storm in a sheltered basement. Conversation ensues, and Cooper takes an interest in you.

Word Count: 9,067 (Full fic!) (Tap here for early access to all my works.)

This bar.. it was your favorite place to visit. It was really your only respite from the harshness of the outside world. Even though the broken and rotten pieces of wood still exposed the cruel world outside, the holes in the building and the smell of the moist wood became an afterthought when you came here. Even if it was just for a few moments, it was keeping you sane. You didn’t have much, no. Most like everyone else. However, you managed to find yourself in a decent enough position to have a few spare caps at the end of every week to enjoy a drink or two. These little moments kept you going, and it wasn’t worth saving the caps for anything else, in your eyes.

You stepped inside, pushing the tattered and dusty cloth in the doorway out of your way. The male bartender gave you a little nod, becoming used to your usual weekend visits. Despite that, you still didn’t even have a clue what his name was. He was a larger man, somewhat muscular with a beer belly. You’d seen him.. Sampling his own stock many times in your visits. He always reeked of alcohol, making you pretty sure that he was a drunk himself.

Oh well, to each their own.

The wooden floor creaked as you walked on it, headed toward your favorite table in the corner. You were never bothered back here, so you’ve taken it upon yourself to claim it as your spot.

“Usual?” The bartender hollered toward you, halfway cleaning a glass with an already dirtied rag.

Well.. you didn’t say the place was perfect. But really.. Was any place out there perfect in a post war wasteland?

“Yep, usual.” You responded, taking your seat. It was just a metal chair next to a small round table, big enough for only one. There were a few other patrons in the bar, but everyone mostly always kept to themselves in this place. Each person had their own worries and woes and had no desire to try to carry on a conversation. Which suited you perfectly fine.

The bartender approached you, the reek of alcohol and sweat filling your nose. He sat the drink down on your table, motioning for you to pay him.

“Caps, little lady.” He breathed in and out heavily as he remained planted there, waiting for you. You sighed, pulling the correct amount from your pocket and placing them in his hand.

“You know I’m good for it by now.” You remind him, sliding the glass toward yourself.

“Bah, my business, my rules.” He gruffed, turning around to walk back to the bar. He wasn’t a mean guy by any means, he was just blunt. A lot of people might not have appreciated the way he spoke, but you appreciated his honesty. Conversations with him were always brief, which suited your fancy perfectly.

You looked into the glass, peering down at the liquid inside. This truly was the one thing you got to enjoy. You were going to sit here, and enjoy it for as long as you could tonight.

As you drank, you heard the noise outside suddenly die down. All the voices and chatter in the small town suddenly grew quiet. Even the bartender noticed, glancing in your direction with his brow furrowed. He slowly pulled out his hidden shotgun from beneath the bar, sliding it onto the counter. The other patrons of the bar also gave each other glances, placing their hands on their guns resting on their hips. You did the same, holding the grip of your small pistol at your side. There was tension that arose from every single person, without a single word being spoken.

You heard footsteps approaching the bar, crunching on the dirt. The cloth flap at the doorway moved, and a figure stepped inside. He was a ghoul. His skin was hardened and almost shiny from his transformation. He had no nose left, but his ears were still somewhat normal. He wore a dark brown cowboy hat, as well as a tattered brown coat. Strips of fabric were all that was left toward the bottom, covered in the dust of the dry wasteland. The coat and pants led into a pair of dark brown boots of the same color. The ghoul chuckled as he saw all of the patrons of the bar at the ready to shoot.

“Now, y’all know them little guns ain’t gonna do shit.” He said coldly. “Ain’t here to shoot anybody unless you’re askin’ for it.”

He shrugged his shoulders. It was a subtle threat, but one that caused almost everyone to remove their hands from their guns. You followed them, doing the same. Even the bartender slowly placed his shotgun back behind the counter. His aura was extremely intimidating, making every single person in the bar feel uneasy and on edge.

He seemed.. Familiar to you. Not in face, but in reputation alone. You feel like you’ve heard rumors of him before. The Ghoul. The relentless bounty hunter. You’d never heard his real name, and you’d never seen him in person until now. Death followed him everywhere he went.. You just hoped you weren’t going to be the next one. Nobody had that much of a grudge against you to pay the caps to hire the ghoul to hunt you down either, that you were are of. You mostly kept to yourself, as everyone in this town did.

The air in the place felt heavy. Everything felt tense as the Ghoul approached the bar, placing his hands on the counter as he leaned against it casually. He eyed the bartender up and down before speaking.

“Lookin’ for a girl.” He said, squinting his eyes. “Name’s Suzie.” Everyone in the bar turns even more grim, including you. Somehow, the silence grew even more quiet as her name was mentioned. The bartender tilts his head just slightly, a bead of sweat falling from his hairline.

“You sure that’s who you’re lookin’ for?” The bartender asks the Ghoul. He huffs in response, a smirk on his face.

“Pretty sure, considerin’ I said her fuckin’ name.” The Ghoul remarks in a sarcastic tone. “Where is she?” He asks. The bartender looks around the room before responding.

“Dead, in the ground.” He shrugs his shoulders. The Ghoul’s face grew angry, expecting that the bartender was lying through his teeth to protect her.

“Really now? No need to protect the girl. Ain’t no reason to.” He narrows his gaze toward another person in the bar. A middle aged man covered in grease stains, wearing overalls and a pair of glasses. The middle aged man takes a moment, clearing his throat before responding.

“She is dead. Was torn apart by a pack of ferals.” The patron tells him. “Buried what was left of her right behind the bar, if you don’t believe me.” The Ghoul clicks his tongue in his mouth, looking around at the others in the bar. As if he were searching for the truth, or the lie. The middle aged man spoke up again. “Had blonde hair, still there if you wanna dig deep enough.” Nobody made any effort to stop him from doing it either. Because it was true. None of you were protecting her, she was truly dead. You had seen them digging the grave for her just a few days prior. The dirt would still be fresh. You didn’t know her at all and had only seen her in passing. It did cause you to feel sadness and grief for the girl, but unfortunately, that kind of thing was just common in the world and most people no longer batted an eye to it.

That seemed to be enough to satisfy the Ghoul.

“Well, ain’t this a dilemma..” The Ghoul tells everyone in the bar. He briefly locks eyes with you, looking you up and down before continuing. “I need somebody. So, who’s gonna be the lucky winner?” He asks. He pulls out his gun, casually slinging it around in different directions. “Need a lady. So, who’s it gonna be?” There were only two women in the bar. An older woman on the opposite side of the room.. And you.

The Ghoul looks toward the older woman, but his gaze then goes to you. He looks in your direction, grinning. His teeth were yellowed. “Looks like you’re the only one in here that’ll work, missy.” Panic sets in as he begins to approach you. Your heart began pounding like it was trying to escape from your own chest. You try to back up in your chair, but it was already pressed against the wall as far as it could go.

Not to mention.. Trying to slide a metal chair over cheap, rotten wood was doomed to fail from the start.

“What? Why me!?” You asked him, looking around to the other patrons. None of them tried to help. None of them tried to stop the Ghoul. Each and every one of them just watched the scene unfold. The logical part of your brain knew why. The Ghoul could not be defeated by them, even if they tried. They’d all lose their own lives. However, that didn’t make your anger and fury die down toward them in the moment. Not even a little bit.

The bad thing about living in a town where everyone kept to themselves, is that you had no friends. Not one.

“Just said. I need a fuckin’ lady. Now, get up.” He doesn’t give you any kind of chance or opportunity to respond. He takes a rope from his hip, wrapping it around your wrists. Instinctively, you try to wiggle away as you grunt in frustration. He then places his hand on your throat without any warning, gripping it tightly. Hard enough to completely prevent you from breathing. He squeezed the veins on each side of your neck, and cut off your airway in the center. You freeze up, your eyes growing wide. “Don’t do it, sweetheart. You really do not want to piss me off.” The threat made your blood run cold. He then released your throat, causing you to cough as you tried to catch your breath. He continued to wrap his rope around you, moving from your wrists to your arms. He tied them to your torso, leaving you unable to move anything but your head and legs. The rope led out from your back, leaving him with a way to keep a hold of you. You couldn’t run, even if you tried. His strength was immeasurable compared to a normal human, and he would simply hold that rope.. And jerk you back toward him if you try anything.

“Fuck..” You groaned as he took the pistol from your hip and threw it to the wooden floor. He grinned as he held the line of rope that led to your back, leading you along with him. You were pulled outside by him, exiting the bar. Everyone in the small town stopped to look, but made no effort to try to stop him. You still understood why, but you were still filled with pure rage. All the time you’ve been here, and nobody was even going to attempt to get you out of this situation. You thought you appreciated everyone in this town keeping to themselves, but now you realized that it only hurt you in the end. You had no one.

Everyone in the wasteland was always out for themselves.

You both continued walking through the town. You could see people closing their windows, locking their cheap metal doors, trying to avoid the situation and not get involved. Trying to avoid the Ghoul. Once you both reached the edge of town, the Ghoul then stopped. You stopped as soon as he did, fear settling in once again as your mind raced with every possible scenario and outcome of this situation.

“Walk in front of me so I can keep an eye on you. No funny business. Understand?” He demands, casually swaying his gun around in his hand as he speaks. You nod in reluctant understanding.

“Which way?” You whispered.

“Just go.” He says. You begin walking forward into the darkening evening light. You’d never felt so vulnerable before. You were tied up, left with no weapon or any kind of protection. No stimpaks, radaway or rad-x. It was also getting dark out, and soon you wouldn’t be able to see a damn thing.

You were fucked.

“Why are you doing this?” You speak up to ask after what felt like an eternity of silence, the only sound nearby being your feet crunching into the dirt beneath you.

“Don’t think you need to know that, sweetheart.” He tells you, beginning to walk a bit closer behind you. “Keep on walkin’.” He says, nudging the gun into your back. You continue walking, not wanting to irritate him.

“Oh okay. I’ll just keep marching to my impending doom then.” You remarked in a sarcastic tone.

“Sounds like the only option you got from where I’m standin’.” The Ghoul stated in return. You rolled your eyes, continuing on your path forward until you both reached another town. You lost track of how much time had passed at this point, but it was now dark out. The night had settled in over the desert.

It was a desolate little town that you began walking through, not even any ferals or animals within it. It was eerily quiet. You felt the Ghoul pause behind you, stopping dead in his tracks.. “Wait.” He stated. You stopped and listened, hearing distant thunder. You could see it off in the distance as you looked across the horizon. Lightning and green clouds. The sky around you began to fill with a green haze, quickly warning you of the impending storm.

It was a brewing radiation storm.

You could hear the Ghoul behind you growling at the sight of it. “Rads are nice ‘n all for me, but I can’t have them makin’ you puke all over the place. Can’t have you passin’ out on me. Or ruinin’ that smooth skin of yours.” He looked around the area before nudging the gun against your back again. “Turn right.”

You began walking to the right, through the sea of empty and decrepit houses. Eventually, you come to the back of one of those houses. On the ground was a set of black heavy metal doors. The Ghoul held onto the rope tightly as he went to the doors, opening them with ease. It was pitch black, and you couldn’t see anything inside. You could smell the rain, feel the heat and heaviness in the air, signaling that the storm was getting closer.

“Come on.” He pulls your rope, clicking his tongue at you like you were a farm animal that he was wrangling back into a barn. He almost caused you to trip up on your own feet as he jerked the rope. Straightening yourself back up, you attempted to step inside the shelter. You carefully felt each step down with your feet, trying your best not to fall. The Ghoul then halted you by the rope, reaching back to close the heavy doors. You can no longer see anything at all. You could hear him chuckle a bit. “Too bad, sweetheart. I can see just fine.” He mocks you. You could hear his footsteps walking down the steps. You tried to keep up with him, feeling each step with your feet blindly as you stumbled through the darkness.

As you both reached the bottom and the floor went flat, you paused. You could see his face brighten up as he lit up a match. A small lantern sat on a barrel inside of the room. As he lit it, the room came into your vision just enough for you to make it all out. It was a small, concrete and metal fallout shelter. There were cans of food inside on the shelves, as well as some purified water. There were several sleeping bags strewn about the floor as well. You waited for his direction, still not wanting to piss him off.

“Might as well lay on down.” He tells you, shrugging his shoulders. He then began tying your rope to his own belt, to make sure you didn’t even attempt to try and run away from him.

“I’m not gonna run anywhere in the middle of a rad storm.” You told him honestly. He shook his head.

“I trust your word ‘bout as much as you’d prolly trust mine.” He grinned, flashing his yellowed teeth again. Radiation sickness was the fucking worst, and you weren’t willing to risk it with no radaway nearby. Plus.. You weren’t quite sure if you’d be able to get those doors open on your own. Where would you go if you even could? You couldn’t run fast enough to escape the Ghoul.

Nobody could.

The Ghoul sat down on one sleeping bag tucked in one corner of the room, resting his back against the wall. You moved to the one next to him, awkwardly maneuvering to sit down. Your arms were still tied tightly to your body, and your wrists were still bound almost painfully so. The rope had begun to rub your skin raw from the movement and sweat of walking such a distance.

There was a long silence as you both listened to the storm roll in. The thunder cracked hard outside the metal doors, loud enough to vibrate the ground and shelves within the room. It sounded like the worst radiation storm you’d heard in a very long time.

Within that time of silence between the two of you, the Ghoul then began to cough. It started as a little cough here and there in the midst of the quiet between the two of you, before it grew into full blown wheezing and hacking. You noticed him reach into his coat and pull out something that almost looked like an inhaler. He pressed it to his lips, letting the air flood his lungs. He breathed in and out several times, resting his head on the wall behind him and closing his eyes as he let the medicine take effect. After a few moments, his breathing finally returned to normal.

“Surprised you didn’t try and take off.” He said, looking in your direction as he let out a few more small coughs. He flicked the rope that attached you to his belt.

“What would be the point?” You asked. Literally none of the circumstances were in your favor.

“Exactly. Smart ‘lil lady.” He nods. He pulls a knife from a holster at his side, beginning to sharpen it with a small sharpening block. “You’re probably ‘bout the quietest person I’ve ever taken.” He tells you, eyeing his knife. “Makes my job easier.”

“You clearly don’t wanna answer my questions.. Why would I waste my breath?” You remind him, leaning against the wall just as he was. Each sleeping bag was right in the corner of the room, so you were both quite close. The rope prevented you from being too far away from him to begin with.

“I’ll humor ya since you’ve been good.” He says, his eyes not meeting yours as he continued sharpening his knife. He would check the sharpness once in a while before sharpening it once again.

“Why did you take me?” You ask, thinking of no other better question to ask as the first one.

“Gonna take ya somewhere. Same place I was gonna to take the other ‘lil lady. Suzie.” He tells you, examining his handiwork on the knife. “Need somethin’ they can give me and I’m tradin’ ya for it.” He tells you, as if it were a casual and normal thing to do to someone. He said it like it was nothing, but you guessed that to him, it was practically nothing. After all the stories you’d heard about him, this was probably just another day for him.

“What am I even worth to them?” You ask, awkwardly squirming against the uncomfortable ropes. They began to dig into your skin, giving you painful rope burns. The Ghoul then suddenly pointed his knife in your direction, glaring at you.

“If you’d quit fuckin’ wigglin’ around like that, the ropes wouldn’t burn ya so bad.” He reminded you, pulling the knife back toward himself to continue sharpening it.

“Oh, you’re right. How dare I move around as I’m uncomfortably hogtied?” You said sarcastically. He chuckled in response, amused by your remark.

“I’ll really hogtie ya and drag ya there if I have to. Take me longer to get there, but don’t think I won’t.” He reminded you with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. You almost even wanted to chuckle at his comment. There was something about the quips you were throwing back and forth to each other that felt.. Charged. Charged with a different kind of energy that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “As for what you’re worth.. It’s quite a bit. Young ‘n still got all your bits. Still got smooth skin. Worth a lot less if you’re already dead when we get there.” He then puts his knife away in the holster at his side. “Anything other questions?”

“What are they gonna do to me?” You ask, causing him to grin and show those yellowed teeth again.

“Got no idea sweetheart.” He said, watching you closely. It was like he had grown a little curious in these few minutes of conversation.

“You seem more than capable. You had my whole town frightened and standing down without doing anything. Why not just threaten these people or break in and take what you need?” You ask him. It wasn’t a question with any kind of smart tone, no. You truly wanted to know why he didn’t just take what he wanted from these people, like he seemed to take anything else he wanted.

“Got no clue how much they make at a time. Don’t know if they just produce it when I ask for it or if they have a stock. I break in, might not have any at all. Then I’d be fucked.” He tells you as he opens up a bit. You heard a loud clap of thunder from outside, feeling the vibration in the ground. The shelves shook lightly, rattling the canned food and water.

“Is what you’re getting from them the same medicine you took earlier?” You ask him.

“Yep.”

“What’s it for?” You ask, growing all the more curious.

“Keeps me from eatin’ you alive.” He admits, grinning at you.

It seemed to make a bit of sense, at least. He traded people for some purpose, for this medicine that kept him from going feral. Part of it made you feel sad. He was doing something completely monstrous, sure. There really was no excuse for that.. But he was doing it for his own survival, as a lot of other people would do in his position. So he didn’t lose his mind and become a mindless, feral creature. It had to be a horrifying transformation to suffer through.

“That’s quite sad.” You finally say after thinking about his words. He pauses and his grin only grows wider.

“I quite enjoy it, ‘lil missy.” He tells you, leaning forward and away from the wall to look at you more closely. “Nothin’ sad about it. Just the law of the land, sweetheart.” He eyes you closely, his eyes moving from your eyes down to your body and back up again. The mood between you two had shifted in an unexpected way. Something was there.

“Why do you call me sweetheart?” You question him.

“‘Cause I fuckin’ want to. Got a problem?” He states, expecting an upset response from you. But you don’t have one.

“No. Not at all.” You admit, offering him a slight smile. He seems surprised, tilting his head and looking you up and down once more.

“Well, well, well.. Ain’t that interesting.” He says, chuckling as he watches you. “Been alive for a long time. Can’t say I’ve ever had anyone bold enough to say somethin’ like that.”

“So you call all the women you kidnap sweetheart?” You ask. Something compelled you to just try and be casual and normal with him, dispute the situation. Maybe it was the sadness you felt for his issues, or maybe you were just doing it in the hopes for your own survival. Maybe it was something else entirely, the shift in energy between the two of you. Maybe.. It was the building tension that neither of you were addressing. But at the moment, he was leaning into it just as much as you were. He half laughs at your comment.

“Force of habit, I reckon. I usually do.” He says.

“Well, I feel less special now.” You fake whine. The radiation storm outside drew in your attention momentarily as the thunder clapped again, causing vibrations you could feel beneath you. Your attention quickly returned to him, and the growing tension and electricity in the room.

“You’re just a victim of the circumstances, in the wrong place at the wrong time.” He tells you. “Ain’t no hard feelings.” He then leans back against the wall, seemingly growing more and more intrigued by you. “Never had anyone carry on a conversation with me either. You must be really brave, or just plain stupid.”

“I figured if I listened, you wouldn’t kill me or just knock me out and drag me. Not sure if that's either brave or stupid.” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

“You’d be half right.” He tells you. “I’d take ya either way. But like I said, you’re worth a lot less to me dead. Can’t ding up your smooth, pretty skin either.” He says, his eyes briefly looking you up and down once more. You had no idea what it was about him, but something pulled you to him, like The Brotherhood of Steel to technology that didn’t belong to them.

“Pretty, huh? You sure do know how to charm a lady.” You joke, giving him a smile. He leans a bit closer to you, flashing you a smile.

“Southern charm, I reckon.” He jokes back. Fuck, what the hell was happening right now?

“I would say so.” You agree. He was charming, despite his harsh exterior and terrifying presence.

“You ain’t right.” He tells you, shaking his head. “Ain’t ever met a woman quite like you. You must be half crazy.”

“I would say observant. You remark. “I can see who people really are, or what they used to be beneath their exteriors. You’re just trying to survive.” He huffs, shaking his head.

“I got you tied up, ready to sell you off for drugs, and you ain’t pissed off at me?” He says, shaking his head again. “You really ain’t right in the head.”

“I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same in your position. A lot of people would, even if they wouldn’t admit it.” You say.

“I still can’t figure out if you’re smart, or stupid.” He admits. “Fine, I’ll humor it. What else do ya see in me?” He asks. “Be honest, sweetheart.” You think for a good, long moment. You look deeply into his eyes for a long time before responding.

“You hold a lot of pain within you. You’ve been around for a long time, and you’ve seen and done things that would make most normal people sick. But they’re narrow minded and can’t see that you’re just trying to live another day. You don’t want to turn feral and mindless. You keep moving and pushing for a purpose. There’s a reason you’re still here. You’re hiding all the pain you carry through the confidence and big attitude.. And you’re lonelier than you’d ever admit to anyone.” You say. He pauses for a long time, looking at you and thinking hard on what you said.

“I guess you might be smart, then.” He simply says.

“Are you lonely?” You ask him curiously. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Does it matter? What would you do if I was, sweetheart? Huh?” He asks, almost as if he were challenging you. “Ain’t nobody wants to stick with this ugly mug. And that suits me just fine.”

“I would have.” You admit to him honestly. He looks at you in suspicion. “If you’d have just told me you needed help with something like this, I would have tried to help you. Not everybody in the wasteland is completely selfish.” You remind him.

“You’d be the first I ever met that wasn’t.” He says. It was true that most were selfish, but often there was a good soul here and there. He just hadn’t met one yet. Until you. “And how would you help me, exactly?”

“I don’t know. But I would have tried.” You say, shrugging your shoulders as much as you could despite the ropes.

“Well, ain’t that sweet.” He chuckles. “Ain’t you just a ‘lil doll.” He said the words in a mocking tone, like he still didn’t believe your bullshit.

“I just like helping people.” You say honestly. It was just the truth. You could sympathise with most anyone on their need to survive and how far they’d go to stay alive. It was just natural to you. You always tried to sympathize and be understanding of others and their situations. This kind of living could make you lose sight of others and their needs, but you never seem to lose that sweetness deep within your soul.

“Answer me this, then.” He begins. “What would you say to an old ghoul like me that was lonely?” He asks, curiously.

“I’d say.. I’d keep him company if he wanted. I would help him. I’d talk with him, have meals with him, offer him an ear and a shoulder.” You say honestly. He thinks for a long while on your words, taking in the depth of what you were saying.

“Even though I’m doin’ this to you, you’d still do that?” He asks.

“Yes.”

“Nevermind about the smart thing. You are fuckin’ stupid.” He says, shaking his head. You couldn't help but let out a small smile, almost wanting to laugh. “But, I appreciate the honesty I reckon.”

“I’d offer, well.. Anything that would help.” With him.. You felt like you really meant that. This tension that was building between you two was now beginning to boil over. You had no idea why you were doing this. But something was drawing you to him in a way that you didn’t think either of you could explain. He didn’t seem to expect the connection either himself. So.. He began to poke the bear, so to speak.

“Anything, huh?” He huffs, adjusting himself against the wall. “You think you’re the first woman I’ve taken like this to try that shit with me?”

“Probably not. But you can probably tell when someone really means it or not. You’ve been around a long time.” You remind him. “You knew that all of us in town weren’t lying about Suzie being dead. You could tell. So.. look at me closely. Do you think I mean it?” You ask him. He examines you for a long time before responding, rolling his tongue around in his mouth and pressing it to his cheeks as he thought.

“Lookin’ to me like you do.” He smirks, humoring you. “Prove it, then. Ain’t ever had anybody who could even try. Dumb women who try always shy away when I challenge them ‘bout it. So prove it ‘lil missy.” He challenges you.

Challenge accepted.

His grin widens as he watches you struggle to prove your point to him, as you awkwardly attempt to get back onto your knees from your sitting position with your arms and hands still tied. You manage it, causing a chuckle from him. He seemed to enjoy watching you struggle, which didn’t surprise you in the slightest. But part of you.. Felt excited. He was sadistic in all things, and you were more than willing to be enveloped by his aura of sadism and lose yourself in it. In him. You crawl on your knees to him, arms and wrists still painfully bound with his rope. You go close to him, feeling excitement and fear all at the same time. He could snap your neck right now. He could knock you out and drag you out of here. He could shoot you right in the damn gut.

But you knew better. He was curious about you. He was intrigued. He wanted to see how far you would go to prove your point to him. And.. He was a sadist who got off on watching you struggle to do so.

He smelled like a mixture of burned skin, gunpowder and a faint hint of something like antiseptic or alcohol. You looked into his eyes for a while, awkwardly on your knees on the hard concrete floor. It was so uncomfortable. It was all around a painful position to be in. But at this moment, it didn’t matter. You had a point to make.

“Fear settlin’ in now? Just go lay back down.” He says, in an attempt to push you away. “Knock this bullshit off.”

But you don’t go. You don’t listen. You lean over, pressing your soft lips to his cheek. His skin was so hard and rough, but you didn’t mind. It was a contrast to your own soft skin, and it was a foreign sensation, but it was intoxicating. It felt calloused, almost. Like he had suffered a burn of several degrees and it was now healed over. You pull back, looking at him as a smile and a light blush dusts your nose and cheeks.

“Well, I’ll be a son of a bitch.” He chuckles. “You are fucked in the head, ya know that?” He tells you, noticing the real smile and happiness in your eyes. There was a glimmer within them, one that you didn’t have before you kissed him. “Seriously, why?” He asks, trying to understand.

“Honestly, I.. I don’t know. I’m just interested in you.” You admit. There was no other way to even try to word it. It didn’t make sense to either of you.

“Sweetheart.. This is all kinds of wrong.” He says, grinning as his eyes examined your face, watching your expression and gaze.

“Since when do you care about wrong?” You ask him, half chuckling. He shrugs his shoulders.

“Alright, you got me there darlin’.” One of his hands comes up to snake around your side. Your eyes brightened even more as he did so, his fingers digging hard into you. It was just the kind of painful pleasure that you enjoyed receiving. “You still wanna do this knowin’ I’m taking you to sell?” He asks.

“Well, if you’re going to sell me then.. At least I’d have a fond memory to think of when I die.” You say. The Ghoul would never admit it.. Ever. But he faltered in that one split second. Knowing you didn’t hate him, didn’t think he was vile or scum, knowing that you understood him and yet still wanted to spend your last hours wrapped up in HIS arms, of all people.. He faltered. Just for a single moment.

“You are fuckin’ insane.” He tells you, his hand running from your side down to your hip. He squeezed once again, hard and rough. Hard enough to leave bruises. “Crazy looks pretty damn good on you, though.” He admits. “Sit in my lap, darlin’.” He tells you, patting his leg. You do so, maneuvering and almost falling flat on your face as you attempt to readjust your position. He chuckles as he watches you, making absolutely no effort to help you.

He was getting off on making you act like a miserable, stumbling fool. And you were getting off on him making you feel like one.

You sat down on his lap, carefully and slowly lowering yourself on him. “There’s a good girl.” He says, grinning and flashing his yellow teeth to you once again. You couldn’t help but smile at his words. A little praise between his sadistic words and actions was the perfect combination of what you truly enjoyed. “Oh, like that do ya?” He asks in amusement.

“I do.” You admit, feeling both of his hands come up to grip your hips tightly. His fingers dug into your flesh hard, gripping you obsessively like he never wanted to let you go.

“I ain’t gonna be gentle. I don’t do gentle. But somethin’ tells me that’s how you like it, ain’t it?” You nod again. You hadn’t been with anyone like this, anyone near his level of danger and excitement. You needed more.

If you were gonna die anyway, then you were gonna go out with a bang.

“You can be as rough as you want to be. I can take it.” You tell him.

“You ain’t been with any man as rough as me. I can promise you that, sweetheart.” One of his hands comes up, sliding from your hip up your side. As he comes up to your breast, he squeezes it tightly in his hand, hissing through his teeth. You let out a soft whimper, biting your lip in response. “Crazy, crazy girl.” He says as both hands come up to grab each breast through your clothes. He squeezes them tightly, sending jolts of pain and pleasure throughout your body. A half moan, half squeal escapes your lips.

“F-fuck..” You stuttered, giving him even more amusement at your struggle. You instinctively rocked your hips against him, but you were too far back on his legs to feel his erection.

“Slide on up closer.” He purred. “Don’t be gettin’ shy on me now.” You did as he told you to, moving your body up further on his lap. You could feel it now. His hard cock pressed against your inner thigh, straining like it was begging to be released from its confines. He watched your bright eyes, tilting his head to the side as he grinned. “Think I’m gonna have to redo these ropes a ‘lil bit.” He quickly and easily removed the ropes that kept your hands and arms still, painfully toward the front of your body.

This was your moment to run. But you didn’t. You felt no desire to leave. You wanted this, needed him. He wanted you just as much. There was no way you were going to run away from this feeling.

“Hands behind your back now, sweetheart.” He said in a low whisper. You did with no hesitation, placing your hands together behind your back. He grinned in amusement. “‘Atta girl.” He praised, leaning close to your face. His hot breath mingled with yours as he skillfully maneuvered the rope behind your back. Without even looking at it, looking into your eyes instead, he somehow managed to tie a perfect knot around your wrists. You were bound, but in a different way. He had full access to the front of your body while you were still kept tied, remaining under his control. He was impressed, humming in response. “Ain’t you just a good ‘lil thing for me? Look at that.” You nodded, the smile reappearing on your face at his praise.

“Mhm.” You affirmed.

“Keep bein’ good for me.” He commanded you as he pulled his knife from the holster at his side.. The one he had just sharpened a few minutes before. Excitement ran through your body as he brought it close to your skin in a teasing manner. He turned the sharp side of the knife away from your body, trailing the back of it over your neck. You shivered as the cold blade gave your now heated body goosebumps as it moved along your skin. He admired it, the way it glided across your skin and left you with the fear of a little slip or a little nick on your skin.

Without much warning, he moved the knife to the bottom of your shirt. He pulled the shirt away from your torso, using the knife to cut the shirt up to your chest like a hot knife through butter. He grunted as he did so, pushing the now torn pieces of your shirt to each side.

“There we go..” He grinned, flicking his tongue in his mouth while he admired what he saw. “Been so long since I seen such pretty, smooth skin like this.” He told you, taking the back of his knife and running it up your stomach. You shivered, watching the sharp side of the blade slowly work its way up your torso. “Still don’t wanna quit?” He asks.

“Fuck, no.” You spat out with a smile. His grin grew wider as he moved the blade up, slicing your bra in the very center of your chest. Your breasts fall from the confines of your bra, the cool air making you shiver as it touches the sensitive skin. Your nipples pebbled quickly, more goosebumps appearing all over your chest.

“Lord have mercy..” He groaned as he admired them. “Look, at, fuckin’, you..” He reiterated, using the broad side of his knife to tap the cold metal against one of your nipples. You shuddered, whimpering as you looked away. You weren’t sure why the sudden shyness took over your body, but it did in an instant. “Ah, ah..” He scolded you, using the point of the knife to pull your face back in his direction. It was so sharp, sharp enough to cut if he pushed even a little bit.. “Don’t look away, sweetheart. You wanted this, so pay attention.” He scolded you, giving you a stern look of warning. It was even more than a warning, it was a threat that you heard loud and clear.

“I’m sorry..” You whimpered, keeping your eyes locked on him now.

“You will be, if you don’t fuckin’ listen.” He warned you again. You nodded in understanding. Tears began to sting your eyes at his harsh words.

But you liked this. You liked that he was being so mean. You felt the heat pooling between your legs at his cruelness, feeling an overwhelming desire to do nothing but please him and hear his praises. He noticed this, watching you closely.

“Now, sweetheart.. You know you made me have to do that.” He reminded you. “You understand?” You nodded, a little sniffle coming from your nose. “Then just be a good girl and listen. Don’t do it again. Don’t like gettin’ all mad at you. That sad ‘lil face almost makes me feel bad.” His knife then enters your pants at the thigh as he begins tearing the fabric away, skillfully avoiding piercing your skin. “I don’t feel bad at all, but it almost makes me feel bad.” He says, grinning at you sadistically.

He was so fucking mean, and you loved every part of it. You wanted to clench your legs together to feel some kind of pressure or friction between your thighs, but you couldn’t. Not while sitting in his lap like this. Maybe that’s why he put you in this position, because he knew there was no way for you to get any relief without him being the one to do it.

He ripped away pieces of fabric from the crotch of your pants as you still sat in his lap. He tore away at the middle, even cutting at the waistband so that he could peel the fabric away from your waist. He was met with your simple pair of panties, hugging your hips just perfectly.

“What, nothin’ special for me?” He asked, mocking your simple choice in undergarments.

“I didn’t know this was-” You began, but he pressed the broad side of his knife to your lips, the cold metal a warning. You shuddered as you stopped and listened.

“It wasn’t a real fuckin’ question. Hush that mouth up, now.” You shivered in delight. He noticed, shaking his head as he slid the blade into your panties at the waistband. “You’re fuckin’ nuts and you don’t listen. We gotta fix one of those things at least, don’t we?” He smiled as he easily sliced the fabric of your panties. He pulled them away with his other hand, tattered and cut apart. They were easy enough for him to pull away from your body, tossing them aside on the floor.

You were mostly exposed to him at this point. Your whole front side was open for his viewing and pleasure. He began hurriedly undoing his own belt and zipper, keeping his eyes on your body as he pulled out his cock. It was more or less like the rest of his skin, and you couldn’t help but be curious what it would feel like inside of you. You felt excitement at his rushing of things. It felt like he needed and wanted you in that moment just as much as you wanted and needed him.

“Now..” He said as he looked up at you. “Take it.” He stated flatly. Your hands were still tied, and you knew that, but you instinctively tried to move them without thinking about it. He rolled his eyes. His hand came up, lightly slapping your cheek like he was trying to get your attention or knock you out of a daze. “Hey. Now I know you can be a ‘lil smarter than that. Lift your fuckin’ hips up.” He commanded. You did with no hesitation, using your knees to lift yourself up just enough. He adjusted his cock on his own, positioning himself right where he needed it to be. “See? Now was that so hard?” He mocked you, pouting his lower lip.

“I’m sorry..” You whimpered again, trembling with desire for him. You were absolutely fucking soaked. Between the attraction, the tension and the way he was talking to you and treating you.. Fuck. It was killing you.

“Sit the fuck down.” He told you, growing impatient with you. You began without hesitation, sliding your pussy down to take his cock. He groaned as you began to envelop him, letting it out through gritted teeth. His cock was hard and almost rigid from his ghoulish transformation. It was just a little different than what you were used to, but still delicious all the same. You slid down and took him in quite easily, your wetness almost already dripping down his cock. “God damn.. Fuck.” He cursed as you bottomed out on him. His eyes opened slowly to look at you again, his tongue moving against his cheek. “‘Atta girl..” He purred to you.

“Fuck..” You whimpered out, taking a moment just to revel in the new sensation. His hand slid up your torso, admiring your body before finding its way to your neck. He held it in his grip, pressing the veins on each side just enough to give you a subtle threat.

“Go on, sweetheart.” He encouraged you. He kept his hand on your throat as you began to move your hips, switching between rocking back and forth and bouncing in his lap. He groaned as he watched you, hissing through his teeth while he kept his hand firmly on your throat. His other hand trailed along your body, running roughly over every inch of your skin. Grabbing, pulling, holding any part of you that he had access to. Your body felt like it was on fire and your knees burned from the hard floor, but it all became an afterthought as you lost yourself in him. “Yeah, take my fuckin’ dick..” He grunted out, encouraging you. His free hand came down to hold your hip, helping your motions. He moved you faster, his grip on your throat tightening. “Come on, darlin’ keep at it.” He began to push his hips up to meet your thrusts. “Good girl..” He growled as he then reached down, aggressively grabbing your hips with both hands. He pulled you down on his cock hard, moving your hips on his own and pounding up into you relentlessly. He was impatient, desperately needing to fuck your brains out.

“Oh, fuck!” You cried out, unable to do anything else as he held you and used you like a toy. He fucked you from below like a wild animal, your body shivering and shaking in pure bliss. The surges of pleasure rushed throughout your whole body, almost making you feel mindlessly stupid and lost in it.

“You’re a fuckin’ filthy whore.” He told you, still thrusting up into you. His words only spurned you on further and further into the pleasure. “Some ghoul asshole takes you to sell, and you fuck him.” He grunts out as he relentlessly pounds you, the obscene sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “You’re just the kinda dirty girl I like.” He admits, giving you a few more hard thrusts. You were overwhelmed with the sensations, every sense you had been pushed to the brink of what you could handle. Without any warning, he gave you a final thrust. A deep, hard thrust that felt like the head of his cock was kissing your cervix. He held your body down on him, forcing you to feel his cock twitch deep within you. Forcing you to take every single drop of his cum. “Fffffuuuccckkkkkk..” He groaned loudly, pumping out the last few spurts of cum into you. His eyes were closed, but as he finished, he opened them once again to get a good look at you. Your cheeks were red, your head was wet with sweat, and your eyes were glazed over with pleasure. “Ain’t felt like that in a long fuckin’ time..” He recalled, running a hand up your side from your hip.

It took you a bit to even respond. You were so lost in all of it that it took you a few moments to recover your mind from being stuck in the clouds. You sat there in his lap, breathing heavily and groaning as you kept his cock inside of you, taking every drop of his seed that you could possibly squeeze out of him.

“Me either..” You manage to choke out, still stuttering and trying to form your words properly. You were both breathing heavily, coming down from the high of what just transpired between you two.

As your breathing began to relax, you listened. You noticed that the radiation storm had died down just a bit, but was still creating havoc outside. The wind and the rain would still make for plenty of damage and destruction, even without the thunder and lightning. The Ghoul adjusted himself against the wall, moving his back up a bit. He had slid down just a little in the middle of your violent fucking. You attempted to lift yourself off of his lap, but he protested by holding your hips in place.

“Ah, ah.” He scolded you once again, giving you a stern warning look. “You’re just gonna sit there like that ‘n look pretty.” He told you. “Got it?”

“Mhm..” You said quietly as you nodded. It was still uncomfortable to be like this, but you wanted to stay. Your knees were on fire, your hips and legs were on the verge of cramping.. But you wanted to stay in his lap like this.

There was a long silence as you both recovered. Something in this moment gave you a brief feeling of contentment. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time. He seemed to feel the same, sitting there in total silence with you.

You wanted to kiss him. He fucked you, but he hadn’t even kissed you. Feeling bold for this one small moment, you leaned forward in an attempt to kiss him. His hand came up, grabbing your face hard.

“The fuck are you doin’?” He asked, wary of your intentions. He squeezed your cheeks in his fingers, forcing you to speak through your squished lips.

“I just.. I wanted to kiss you.” You admitted to him. His gaze never changed from the hardened one, but you could tell that he liked what you said.

“You still ain’t giving up, are ya?” He asked you, squeezing even harder.

“I’m not because I didn’t fake any of this.” You remind him. “I’m not trying to escape. I haven’t tried, not once. Even when I could have.” He pauses, looking at your face as if he were examining it. He moved it with his hand, back and forth, back and forth..

“Ya know.. You might be a lot more valuable to me if I just keep you locked up down here.” He said, watching your face for a reaction. “Whaddya think?”

“You can do whatever you want with me, Ghoul.” You addressed him in an unfamiliar manner, unsure of what else to call him. You’d never been told his real name before.

“Cooper.” He told you.

“You can.. Do whatever you want with me, Cooper.” You said, saying the words once more with his name. You offered him a sweet smile, a real and genuine smile, to try and curb any fears or worries in his mind. As he saw you smile, he pulled your face to his. His rough, scarred lips pressed against your soft and gentle ones. It was only a small kiss, a fleeting moment of kindness and feeling from. But it meant more to you than anything you’d felt in a long time. You knew you’d really have to work to earn more kisses from him.

“Think I might just keep you and find another victim instead.” He said, grinning widely. You wanted to kiss him again so badly, but you held back.

“Keep me here?” You asked.

“Yep. Would you run on me?” He asked, looking deeply into your eyes.

“No.” You said honestly.

“Still think you’re nuttier than a squirrel turd. But I think I believe you.” He admitted. You paused, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“What the hell is a squirrel?” You questioned, awkwardly laughing. He grinned, huffing out a small laugh.

“Oh, what in the fuckin’ hell am I doin’?” He asked himself as he looked into your eyes. “Hush up and give me those lips again, sweetheart.”

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You’ve been taken under Kasumi’s wing as her apprentice thief. You were both attracted to one another, ridiculously so. And it was intensified by the excitement of thievery. You decide to make a bet with her this time, that you can get to the statue faster than she can. Little do you know, Kasumi ALWAYS has the upper hand. Always.

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As you stepped out of the car at the entrance to the party, you awkwardly attempted to adjust your tie. Wearing something like this wasn’t exactly something you were used to, and yet here you were.. Doing it for her.

You had agreed to help Kasumi get this statue she wanted so badly, but damn.. you were nervous. She was very insistent that she needed this thing, and the last thing you wanted to do was make a mistake or ruin the mission. She taught you a lot though throughout all this time, and you just didn't want to disappoint her. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad, but you still wanted to make an impression on her after all the work she's done to mentor you. This mission needed to go as smoothly as possible.. For several reasons.

It’s not like she had to mentor you at all, after all. She had no obligation to do so. It’s not like there was any contractual agreement or anything silly like that, no. The real reason was something far different. The simple fact is that there was an instantaneous connection between the two of you that hit both of you like a truck. You were both drawn to each other in a way that neither of you expected. You assumed that this connection was the reason behind her deciding to take you under her wing and bring you into this lifestyle.

You never even considered being a thief before you met her.. But she made it seem way too appealing and exciting. It was impossible to resist the temptation of it, and the temptation of her.

In this time you’ve spent with each other, an odd relationship ended up developing between the two of you. At first, it was budding curiosity and glances toward each other. Then it led to catching each other looking and giving each other a small grin. After that, it was the often ‘accidental’ touch and bumping into one another. In those moments, apologies were followed with a little conversation. As those conversations grew, your curiosity and attraction to one another did as well. She carried an aura of mystery and excitement around her that was so intoxicating. You were drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

It didn’t take long for you to learn that she was a thief. The best one in the galaxy. Had to be the hottest one too, although you placed that title on her yourself. She didn’t hide what she liked to do from you, she was quite open about it with you from the beginning. She was different from what you’d expect from a thief though. She often helped people in her time too, telling you stories of the different kinds of people she would meet. Like the young girl who made a painting for her. Kasumi had a big heart deep within the exterior she showed most everyone else.

Her big heart was evident too through her love of Keiji. It wasn’t a topic she discussed a ton with anyone much, not even you. However, you knew a little of how much she truly cared for him. When you first began speaking to her, you’d often find her stuck within the memory of him. The greybox was all she had left of him. You understood her grief, and had no issues with her finding comfort. He was someone special in her life, and there was nothing wrong with that. You had noticed though, that she had been spending less time within the greybox since becoming close to you.

Even despite the rare moments of grief you saw within her, your time with her had always managed to be pleasant. She never left her grief completely consume her and take away her enjoyment of anything else. There was never a dull moment. Even within her grief, she always had a small smile on her face when she saw you. Her eyes always managed to shine beneath that hood of hers.

Currently, your time with her usually involves more mentoring. You still have your conversations with each other outside of that, of course. Kasumi enjoyed training you though, more and more. There was a particular reason for it, too. A reason that neither of you would admit or speak of to anyone else. When she brought you out for the real thing.. It usually led to the bedroom. It was like stealing was the thing that excited her the most, what helped her get off. Bringing you along with her usually ended up with both of you in bed together after a successful steal.. Sometimes even during it.

She is the most exciting woman in the galaxy.

"Nervous?" She asked you, smiling as she reached up to help you properly adjust your tie. "It'll be okay. You can do this. And you look incredibly handsome if nothing else." You couldn't help but smile. Everything she said and did made you feel.. awesome. There was no other way to describe it. She was an incredible woman.

"Maybe a little, but.." You looked down to her, causing a curious look from her.

"Don't tell me you're suddenly having a feeling of guilt about thievery and getting a guilty conscience." She joked with you, patting your chest as she finished adjusting your tie and suit.

"Oh, please." You rolled your eyes, knowing you both knew better. "As a matter of fact.. I'd like to make a bet." You told her, your tone undoubtedly too cocky for your skill level when placed in comparison to hers. She raised an eyebrow curiously.

"Have you lost your marbles? That would be a horrible idea on your end. I'm the professional here, remember? Sounds like someone might be getting a little too big for his suit pants." She chuckled as she eyed you up and down, admiring the way you looked in the fancy suit. You felt awkward in it, but it made you feel good knowing that she thought you looked attractive in it. "Let's hear this crazy bet, then. Keep in mind that I make no promises that I won’t laugh." She crossed her arms, waiting to hear this idea of yours.

"I bet I could get to that statue first." She looked at you as if she were dumbfounded before she half laughed. "Well.. I can try." You shrugged your shoulders. You knew how much she loved competition, so why not make it a little more fun for both of you? It would just make her all the more excited.. And that was a win for both of you.

"You really want to bet on that?" Kasumi smiled at you. "You're joking, right? I really feel like you're joking. Did you hit your head getting out of the car?" You couldn't help but chuckle at her. The way she smirked always made you smile. She always had some kind of little quip or joke to crack, and it never failed to make your day better. It was impossible to be in a bad mood when she was around.

"Sure, why not?" You knew better than to bet against the best thief in the galaxy, you weren’t stupid. Without a doubt though, you had an ulterior motive. You knew that you could create some kind of bet that would cause you to still end up on the winning end of things.. Something that could certainly benefit you both. Your mind wandered to so many places, to all the options laid out before you. "You've taught me a lot, after all."

"Sure, but that doesn't mean the student can surpass the master by any means." You could see her eyes shining from under her hood. She knew you were being snarky. She liked it when you toyed with her, and that just added to the desire you felt for her. Fuck, she was hot.

"Maybe not, but I can try." You grinned, causing her to smile. It was hard at that moment not to eye her up and down. She always looked so damn good in that suit of hers. It was just so skin tight on her body..

"Keyword of the day.. try." She teased, tilting her head to one side. "Alright, see if you can get to the statue faster than I can. Whoever gets there first wins." She stated confidently. She knew there was no way you’d ever beat her, and that made her all the more excited to toy with you after you lost.

"What do I get if I win? I have a lot of things in mind, you know." You admitted. Your mind raced with all of the possibilities. Kasumi grinned, tracing her pointer finger from your chest down to your stomach. She was teasing you right back. It sent a shiver down your spine every time she touched you. She always matched the energy you carried, always knew how to flow right along with you. It felt like you were a perfect match for one another.

"Hmm. If I win, I will be in charge of you. And if you win, which you won't, I will let you take charge." She then traced her finger along your hip. You could feel your cock twitch at her touch. She was cocky about her thieving skills, with good reason. But she was never cocky about her ability to flirt, her ability to excite you and turn you on. She held a subtle confidence within herself when it came to you. You both knew you were crazy about each other and so wrapped up in each other that anyone else was always an afterthought. It was subtle and true, an unspoken feeling between both of you that left the air between you charged with magnifying attraction.

"Oh, damn.. Sure sounds like I'm getting screwed over in this deal. But, sure. I'll go for it." You said with some major sarcasm laced in your words. Kasumi let her finger lightly trace your cock from the base to the tip through your pants. You let out a groan, not even thinking about it in the moment. She pulled away playfully, still holding her finger in the air.

"You'll be getting screwed either way, so.. does it really matter that much?" She questioned. You shook your head no, your breathing halting for a moment. Every little thing she did had you completely obsessed with her. It felt like she had cast some kind of spell on you and you wouldn't be able to pull yourself away from her, even if you tried. Not that you ever would of course. She moved so gracefully and smoothly, like a black cat on the prowl. You were enraptured by her.

"Absolutely not." You finally said in agreement. She cupped your cheek with her hand and pressed her soft lips to yours.

"Get ready to lose." She whispered against your lips. She gave you her little signature smirk before disappearing before your eyes with her cloaking device. She was such a tease, and you loved it. It was so hard to tear yourself away from her, from the thought of her, but you had a mission to do.. For her.

You thought for a moment, looking toward the entrance of the place, deciding to take a more subtle approach to the mission this time. The woman who owned the statue.. you knew a bit about her, actually. Information that you read over in the dossier, along with news articles released about her.

She was a single, older woman, human. Her name is Kate. Upon your research before coming to the party, you'd also seen a ton of articles about her dating life. She was, more often than not, always involved in some drama involving the men she dated. The men she dated would always be caught with other women, sometimes even other men, usually younger. She clearly only sought out younger men to feed her ego and help her continue to feel young. When she would discover their betrayal or any sign of an eventual breakup, she would lose her shit. She would go on a rampage, trying her best to ruin and destroy their lives with her access to contacts and money. There was no worry from her about how she was perceived by the media when this would occur either. Her lovers would all always mention that she was 'crazy'. That she was just 'too much', and she couldn’t care less if she tried. The media either loved her and defended her, or went along with the negativity surrounding her romantic entanglements. She seemed to think that all attention was good attention, even as some media pieces tried to rip her to shreds. She was so full of herself that the negativity went in one ear, and out the other.

You decide to try a different approach knowing this information. Seduction? Making Kasumi slightly jealous and angry? Making her want you more? Seeing that adorable, angry pout of hers? What could you possibly lose? Except the bet, but that's a loss you were more than prepared to accept and surrender yourself to.

As you stepped inside and took in the environment, it.. definitely wasn't your scene, nor was it Kasumi’s. It was so obnoxiously fancy. Full of people with loads of credits who wanted to feel important around other people who wanted to also feel important. They all needed to flash their assets and talk themselves up. Even the laughter of the people within the place was ridiculously obnoxious. You carefully began walking around the place, taking in the environment and the people. You listened to their conversations, curious about how people could actually become this vile. All of the guests talked about their horrible, inhumane business practices that led to them being as rich as they were. All of them were trying to one up each other or make shady deals to make even more credits off the backs of the little people. Whispers of deals with one another that you could just sense were laced with betrayal and lies.. This was a den of vipers, and you did know without a doubt that you needed to be careful here. The last thing you needed was to be dragged into a business conversation. You had your cover, sure. But that could only take you so far if you weren’t careful with your words. These vipers would analyze every little thing you did and said, and you could be caught incredibly quickly if you chatted with the wrong person.

You continued to casually walk around the large house, keeping yourself casual as you stepped out onto the balcony. Less guests were hanging out here, and you took a moment to lean on the railing at the edge. It did have a beautiful view, despite the vileness occurring within the walls. There were mountains in the distance, and the night sky was dark against them. The stars were barely visible with all of the light pollution nearby, but it was still a pretty sight. There were even large waterfalls in the distance, falling off the mountains into large rivers and lakes.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” You heard Kasumi speak through your hidden earpiece. She did this often during missions, giving commentary or making remarks. You hummed a bit in response, not letting anyone see that you were conversing. “Kinda ruined by all the piles of shit behind your back, though.”

“Agreed.” You quietly remarked, stepping away from the balcony. Turning back around, you glanced at the crowd. The piles of shit, as Kasumi so eloquently worded. Despite your hatred of it all, you kept on your confident face without letting your disgust show. You stepped back inside, searching for the owner of the statue. This search.. didn’t take very long. You quickly found her within a sea of others just like her toward the center of the room. Kate was a social butterfly, always desiring to be the center of attention. She wanted to remain young, compensating for her age with her social parties and attention from others. She laughed with her guests before she noticed you watching her. You grabbed a drink from a tray as a server walked past you, taking a sip of it and raising the glass to the woman. She smiled, placing her hand on her chest and batting her eyelashes at you.

Ugh.

She motioned for you to approach her. She gracefully left her current conversation, turning all of her attention to you. You approached her, finally getting a good look at her for the first time. She wasn't a bad looking woman by any means. She wore a small black dress and heels, with the fur of some kind of animal draped over her arms. Her salt and pepper colored hair was up in a well kept french twist, with a hair clip that had diamonds dangling down from it. She was pale white, and had smile lines on her face. The positive media you’d seen of her, what little of it there was, really erased the signs of her aging and made her look much younger than she looked in person. But was truly beautiful on the outside, carrying a graceful and elegant composure.

Outside of her appearance though, you knew what kind of monstrous things she was involved in. Workers in her businesses often died from long hours and mental strain. Young people ended up with strokes and heart attacks. Many injuries occured from poor conditions and work equipment that she would refuse to pay to replace until they no longer worked and were unable to be fixed. She somehow worked her way around providing the protective equipment that the workers needed, leading to even more issues like lung and skin problems. She was the definition of an awful person. Her business practices were monstrous, just like all the others here tonight. Not to mention her string of lovers and the dramatic love life she led so publicly with no real shame about any of it. She was and never would be someone that you could genuinely be attracted to.

"Hello, Miss." You addressed her. You took her hand in yours and kissed the back of it lightly. You imagined that Kasumi was already internally fuming at your actions. "My apologies, but I felt compelled to come speak with you the moment I laid eyes upon you." It was quite easy to find out that Kate liked this classic romantic shit. It was mentioned by her multiple times in several of her interviews. She placed her hand upon her chest and looked away like she was in a terrible romance movie. What a turn off.

"Oh.." She fluttered her eyes at you. "Hello.. It's lovely to meet you. My name is Kate.." She tucked a strand of her bangs behind her ear. She really wants that stereotypical romance shit from the movies. This would be a piece of cake.

"Truly, I don't believe my name matters as much as yours. Please, tell me more about yourself." You told her, and Kate was more than happy to oblige you. She couldn't care less about who you were, she loved talking about herself and feeding her own ego too much to worry about you. On and on she went, prattling on about her daily life and how she got as rich as she did, of course failing to mention the horrible working conditions she gave her people. It was all about her, as you expected it would be. You didn't exactly pay a lot of attention beyond that, since you started scanning the room for Kasumi. You played the part well of the attentive listener while your eyes would briefly search up high for Kasumi. Kate was so enraptured in talking about herself, she didn’t even notice your gaze falling elsewhere. Kasumi happened to show herself for a split second on a high half wall in front of you. It was dark, and impossible for anyone to notice her there. However, you did. You always knew where she might be, where she might hide herself in the shadows. You could see that cute, angry pout on her face at your choice in approaching Kate. She crossed her arms before disappearing again. As Kate finished speaking to you, she looked to the floor.

"I am sorry, I do have a habit of talking too much.." She wanted you to reassure her. She wanted her ego fed more. You held her hand again, feeling disgust wash over your body. But you maintain your composure nonetheless, like the professional you are and have become under Kasumi’s guidance.

"Not at all, Kate.." You let her name linger on your tongue just a bit, clearly making her anxious and excited. Her cheeks flushed red as you wooed her with ease. "I do have to admit though.." You pulled her body into yours, placing your hand on her lower back and whispering in her ear. "It's a bit noisy in here.. don't you think? It would be wonderful if I could hear you tell me more somewhere a little more quiet.." You felt her breathe in heavily. You were almost worried she would dramatically faint in your arms.

Ugh, you hoped she wouldn't actually be THAT bad.

"Oh.. my.." She was melting at your words, and you couldn't give any less of a shit. You just wanted Kasumi. "I.. I think I would like that very much. Please, follow me." She took your hand in hers and dragged you away from the party, the noise dying down with each step you took. Gazes followed both of you, some guests even rolling their eyes in annoyance at Kate’s ridiculous display. This woman didn’t seem to realize at all how much she embarrassed herself acting this way with lovers. That, or she truly just didn’t care.

She led you to a large door, locked and without any guards nearby. Kate then used her omni tool to open the door to her private bedroom. How in the world was it this easy? She must have been insane, or just wanted to be romanced so badly that she didn’t realize how much danger she was truly putting herself in. The door closed and you looked around as you walked past her. The statue Kasumi wanted to steal was in the center of a round table in front of the couch, of course being the first thing that caught your eye. Kate also had plenty of other fancy objects strewn about the room, having no shame in showing off her expensive tastes. The walls were lined with bookshelves that housed books, more statues and photos. The windows were draped at the sides with huge, velvet curtains that were tied back. A large, four poster bed centered the room, covered in the same type of velvet as the curtains. There was even a large painting that centered the room of herself draped with a blanket covering her naked body. God, what an egotistical bitch.. It was so difficult not to recoil at the sight of it.

"You have a beautiful room Kate." You lied, looking around. You pretended that the painting of her was the main piece that caught your eye. "My, my.." You turned back around to her as she walked to you, finding her way into your arms again. Wrapping your arms around her to keep up appearances, you held her hips. They were nothing like Kasumi’s perfect ones. Nobody could ever compare to her. Kate then wrapped her own arms around your neck, holding you uncomfortably close to her.

"Do you like the painting? It's my favorite piece of art.." She said, grinning up at you. Of course it was. Of course she thought she was the most beautiful thing in the room.

"Oh, I love it.” You lied once more, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Perhaps one day, you'd honor me with a copy of it for my own room." You grinned down at her. She beamed with pride.

"Perhaps! That is certainly an option, but maybe.." She leaned closer to you to whisper in your ear. "You could just come to my room anytime you'd like to get a look at it. Or, better yet.. A look at the real thing." She giggled, but you felt yourself recoiling at the thought of it. There was only one woman in the galaxy you wanted to see nude, and it certainly wasn’t Kate. Before you could even think of a response, Kate suddenly began to slump in your arms, her eyes rolling back into her head as she became dead weight. She groaned and fell over on your body, her arms still dangling over your shoulders. You held onto her, keeping her from falling into the floor.

"Shit.." You groaned as you pulled her over to her own couch and, somewhat gently, placed her down on top of it. Feeling her pulse, you could feel that she was unconscious, but still breathing. Turning back to the statue, Kasumi had it in hand already as she appeared before your eyes. She was sitting on the chair nearby, examining it. She hummed, looking it over as she turned it around and examined each side. Kasumi knocked Kate out on her own, before you even had a chance to.

"Please, this steal didn't exactly require such a delicate approach." She glared at you as she used the word 'delicate'. "The security here is complete trash. And our resident old cow is desperate for attention."

"Maybe it didn't, oh well." You shrugged your shoulders. You were smiling to yourself, knowing that your plan to make her jealous worked. "Maybe we should get out of here before someone finds this old bat." You nudge Kate, making sure she was thoroughly passed out. She must have been, never acknowledging your touch in the slightest.

"Oh, they won't. She wasn't smart enough to put cameras in here. Probably to not let anyone see all the men she brings in here out of her own desperation." Kasumi stood up, sitting the statue down gently back onto the table. "All those guests who saw her with you probably assume she's screwing you. Nobody will come look for her. Rumors will spread like wildfire out there, though. Hope you don't plan on coming back to another party like this. Might be a bit embarrassing. Scandalous, even!" She said with an overly dramatic tone as she cracked a smile. She approached you, her hips swaying as she took slow strides toward you. "I won."

She did. Which was your goal all along.

"No, I definitely don't plan on coming back. And.. Yeah, I figured you would. You're just too good. You are the best, after all. Aren’t you?" You say as you already feel excitement rising within you, remembering how these missions often end. Your body was attuned to the thrill of what this would lead to. Like it was implanted into your mind and body as if it were a natural instinct. She pressed her body to yours with her hands clasped behind her back. You could feel her breasts pressing against your chest through her skin tight suit.

"I didn't like watching you flirt with her. I was a little jealous, but cringing more than anything else." She made a face of disgust. "That romantic stuff is absolutely ridiculous. How did you manage to not vomit all over her?" You laughed, because it was true. You hated it, and the woman you had to pretend to like it for.

"Trust me, it wasn't easy." You agreed with her, your hand coming up to grab her hip. You dug your fingers possessively into her flesh, admiring her gorgeous body. "Yeah, you never liked that shit, did you?" You pushed against her body slightly, letting your height tower over her. She grinned. "You like it aggressive, and passionate." Giggling, she tugged at the waistband of your pants, biting her lip.

"You know that I do. Now get on the bed." She pulled you by your waistband to the large bed that centered the room, decorated with red velvet sheets. She spun you around and shoved you down on it, crawling on top of you. She pulled her hood back and showed her pretty face to you. Her short haircut suited her features so well. "I want to see how aggressive and passionate we can get before she wakes up. How far can we take it..?" She giggled, running a hand down your chest. You more than agreed, wanting nothing more.

“God, yes..” You continued looking at Kasumi’s gorgeous body and face, but.. Ugh, god. That damn painting of Kate was distracting you. It was massive, taking up a huge chunk of the wall across from your field of vision. Of course it was right across from the bed. Of course the old bitch wanted to look at a naked painting of herself while she had sex. "I really don't want to look at that stupid painting, Kasumi." You told her. She chuckled, crossing her arms as she sat in your lap.

"Are you sure? Seems like you wanted one for your own room. I might make a copy of it, just for you. Since you seem to want one so badly." She joked, quickly turning to take a scan of the painting with her omni tool. She saved the scan, mischievously grinning.

"Kasumi, seriously? Don’t you dare hang onto that." You warned her, laughing. She smiled before pulling out her silenced pistol, shooting the painting. It fell to the floor, muffled by the couch below it. The glass shattered as it fell, leaving it now unable to be seen as it faced the floor. "Much better. I’d much rather look at this.." You purred to her as you grip her hips in your hands. She had the most perfect hips, making you want to grab them every single time you saw her. You loved digging your fingers into them, like you were claiming them as yours with the possessive gesture.

“We have about.. Thirty minutes.” She chuckled, setting a timer on her omni tool. You could see it on her wrist, making you painfully aware of what little time you had. God, it was hot though. Being limited, needing to hurry.. It was one aspect of doing this with her that fueled your desire and attraction to her.

“Oh, thirty whole minutes at your mercy, with no escape. What will I do?” You asked her, faking a voice of fear. She looked down at you with a mischievous grin as she unzipped the front of her tight suit. She knew she was hot, confidently unzipping it and exposing herself to you.

In your escapades with each other.. She had a special suit made. Just like the one she always wore, it was an exact copy in fact. Except.. This suit had a zipper that led from the front, to the back. For the sole purpose of fucking you on missions. She was such a little minx. It was her own idea, making you want her even more than you already did when you realized what she had done.

She lifted herself off of you enough to continue unzipping it past her crotch, and up her backside just a bit. Her pretty body was in your view now, as she wore nothing underneath. Your cock quickly grew, straining against your suit pants just from the sight of her.

“I guess you’re just gonna have to lay there and take it.” She grinned, quickly maneuvering her hands to your pants. She unzipped and unbuttoned them, quickly pulling your cock out. You knew you were on a time limit, and you desperately needed her. She lined herself up with your cock, using her agility and the control of her own body and flexibility to sit down on it. She quickly sat herself down on you, your cock being enveloped by her deliciously wet pussy. You groaned, holding onto her hips and squeezing tightly. She enveloped your cock within her, feeling like a velvet vice wrapped around you. It felt like fucking heaven, every single time.

“Oh, fuck me..” You grunted out. She took your hands off of her hips, much to your disappointment, and placed them above your head.

“I said take it, you’re not a very good listener.” She joked before she began skillfully bouncing up and down on you. She felt incredible, and watching her bounce up and down with such ease and grace almost made you bust your load inside of her right then and there. She was so agile and flexible that she didn’t even need to hold onto anything to ride you. She held her own knees as she bounced up and down, her head falling back as she let out soft moans. The sound of her skin slapping against yours began filling the room, the sound occasionally accompanied by each of your voices as you both moaned and sighed deeply in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re incredible.” You told her, watching her body move. It was hard not to thrust up into her, to just pin her down and fuck yourself up into her. But you held back, wanting to savor every second of this and the way she looked. She gazed into your eyes, confidently and gracefully. You could see the muscles on her stomach moving as she put her athletic skills to use. The way her tits bounced along with her movements, the way her eyes were so full of desire, how soaked she was, knowing it was because both of you working toward stealing something excited her..

It quickly became too much.

You could see the timer on her wrist counting down. Ten minutes. Fuck, how has it been that long already? As pretty as she was like this, doing this to you, you needed to cum inside of her. You had to finish before you ran out of time. Without giving her any warning, you grabbed her hips. She noticed the time too, smirking as she let you grab her with aggression. Digging your fingers into her flesh, you began slamming your hips up into hers. You held her in place above you as you slammed your cock deep within her. She leaned forward, still skillfully staying up on her feet. It allows you to get a better angle as you ram your hips against her aggressively. She breathlessly moaned, biting her lip as she looked down at you. God, she was too fucking pretty.

“Hurry, cum inside..” She whispered. She wanted this too, she wanted you to cum before you ran out of time. Knowing that she needed it just as much as you did helped push you right to the edge. You felt that familiar tightening, that coiling feeling deep within you as you could feel your release building. With a few more aggressive pumps, you shivered as you came undone within her tight heat. Your cock twitched as it pulsated inside of her, releasing and pushing your seed deep within her tight walls. You held her down on you hard, never wanting her to leave, pushing your cum as deeply inside of her as it could go. She sighed in contentment in response, grinding her hips to help you ride out the last few moments of your orgasm.

As you began to come down from your high, you grunted beneath her as she removed her body from yours. You knew she had to, as time was limited, but it always left you with a feeling of longing. A feeling of just missing her and her body. She quickly zipped up her suit, her adrenaline running rampant within her as the timer continued to wear down. You did the same, quickly situating your softening cock back into your pants as you zipped them up.

You looked at her timer. One minute.

“Fuck, we gotta go.” You told her, quickly running back to the statue and grabbing it. Holding it, you turned back around to find Kasumi stepping out onto the balcony that wrapped around the room. She motioned for you to come quickly and follow her. You did so, following her as she closed the glass door. Both of you ran to the right, eventually reaching the end of the balcony. At the edge, Kasumi quickly rummaged through the dirt of a large potted plant that sat on a small table.

“Found it.” She stated, quickly pulling out a small device. It was a mere button remote. Kasumi quickly pushed the button, looking in the sky to the right of where you both stood. No longer than a few seconds after she pushed it, a small ship began rapidly approaching. It came toward the balcony, quickly turning around so that the backside of the ship faced you both. A loading dock door opens underneath it for you both to enter. You both swiftly jumped inside, the door then closing as you breathed heavily. Your adrenaline and high began wearing off as you watched the party slowly disappear into the distance. The ship made it quite a distance away from the party before you could hear faint sirens begin to go off within the area. You were already well in a safe distance to not be caught. Sighing heavily, you handed the statue toward Kasumi. Kasumi approached you, taking the statue from your hands. She admired it for a moment as if it were a grand treasure.

“Odd looking, isn’t it?” She asked, running her finger along the base.

“Uhh, yeah. Which usually means it’s expensive. Strangely enough. Art is a bizarre thing sometimes.” You shrugged your shoulders as you watched her eyeing the statue. Her eyes met yours before she began to grin.

“That it certainly is.” She agreed. “Even if it is strange, art evokes emotions in people sometimes. Don’t you agree?” She asks, giving you an inquisitive gaze.

“Well, yeah.” You agreed.

“Like the painting of Kate evoked arousal in you.” She joked, chuckling.

“Oh, totally.” You stated sarcastically. “More like disgust.” You then remembered that Kasumi scanned the painting before shooting it down. “Delete that damn picture.” You playfully approached her, lightly smacking her ass.

“Oops.” She fake gasped, dropping the statue to the metal floor of the ship. It shattered into a hundred pieces, every part of it no longer intact. The fakeness of her sudden gasp passed through you as the fear and upset feeling washed over you. No, no.. All that work and effort for nothing. You looked at her, dumbfounded as your eyes widened.

“Oh my god, Kasumi..” You were in shock for a moment, forgetting all about your joke. “I’m so sorry!” You pleaded with her, feeling immediate guilt for causing her to drop the statue she wanted so badly.

“Oh, hush. It’s perfectly fine.” She reassured casually, kicking some of the pieces of the statue away from her feet. She was so relaxed about it, without a care in the world that all of your effort had just gone completely to waste.

“Kasumi, you wanted that statue so badly.. Why are you being so calm?” You questioned her in confusion. She walked up to you, pressing her body against yours once more. And there it was once again. That signature smirk of hers.

“Come on.. You know how to see the value in things now, after all the time I’ve been mentoring you.” She reminded you, and it was true. That statue definitely wasn’t the most expensive thing in that house that could have been stolen.

“I do, but..” You began to speak, but she shushed you with her finger. She snaked her arms around your body, holding you close to her.

“Did you really think I did all of this just for that ugly, worthless statue?”

~

You shook your head as you remembered that mission, washing your body off in the shower. How she did all of that just because she wanted the excitement and the danger. To experience that excitement with you. How it turned her on so much and made you both only want each other more. It was certainly a fond memory, one that you’d never forget.

She was the kind of woman you could easily compare to an addicting drug. The feeling of her body, the way she spoke, the excitement that surrounded her, the way she kept things exciting and never provided room for a dull moment.. It was addicting. Just like a drug, but somehow even more intoxicating.

As you stepped out of the shower, grabbing your towel, you saw a gift resting on the sink. It was a small, flat gift, wrapped in red paper and topped with a small bow. It wasn’t unfamiliar to you, for Kasumi to give you gifts like this. It wasn’t often she would give them face to face. She’d often hide, waiting for your reaction. Or, she would mention it later on when she was near you once again.

“Huh..” You wrapped the towel around your waist and tied it as you picked up the gift. You heard nothing but silence around you, only the occasional drip of the water from the shower head. You were curious if she was watching this time or not. Opening it, you groaned and rolled your eyes. Odd that she did this right when you were having a memory of this mission. “Kasumi, god dammit..” You shook your head as you realized what it was. It was that same painting of Kate. The one of her naked body wrapped up in bed sheets. The woman you halfway seduced during that mission, begrudgingly so. The thought of that woman still made you cringe as you remembered her. You rolled your eyes as you heard her uncloak herself behind you. “Kasumi..” You scolded her. She chuckled as she leaned against the wall, admiring your still wet body, freshly washed.

“Oh come on, I had to!”

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