#meet ronan

[mournus]

Open Starter For Mutuals <3 Any gender Location: A bar somewhere

A song that got him feeling sexy started to play. Given that Ronan has had far too much alcohol and a strange mix of drugs, the music moves through him and sets him in motion like puppet strings. The beats vibrated through the floorboards of the bar.

He climbs on the bar and starts to sway. He moves his hips and slides across the surface, careful to not knock over any drinks, though most people move back with them. 

Green eyes lock on his prey and a sly smirk pushes up half of his mouth. Slowly he goes over and lowers to his knees in front of them. His body moving like a feline. As he mouths the seductive lyrics (with no regard for the other's personal space or consent) the other is drawn closer, and closer, and closer…

Maybe he's about to get punched, or maybe he's about to get kissed. Either way, he'll take it!

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❝ you could, but you just don’t want to. ❞ / ankha to ronan!

Somehow the conversation had wandered to Seth, the bastardly reaper who owned Ronan's soul, the one who'd turned him into a reaper and given him immortality and power and blahblahblah. Sure, the latter was great, but what about the fucking former?!

It wasn't a slip of the tongue to say he wished he could kill the guy. Just for Ankha to turn around and psychoanalyse him.

"Y'know... you're not totally wrong. Apart from the first part. And the second part. And the middle part." he flung his straw wrapper at her. "Are ya mentally deficient, love? I jus' told ya he could control my body and you thought I could kill him myself? He's, like, a monster!" Ronan gasped. "I have a good idea. You kill him."

Yeah. Kill an already dead reaper. How exactly was that possible...? He hadn't thought it through. It was for her to figure out, now!

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[ reach ] - from benji for ronan as a fun little throwback if he's awake??

Do you wanna meme my friend?

[ reach ] sender hesitantly reaches for receiver's hand, unsure if the action will be reciprocated

Benji seemed to have a knack for surprising Ronan. Every time he thought the other was about to hit him, he ended up touching him gently. He'd wasted several flinches on Benji, whom he couldn't recall ever hurting him. He wondered if Benji could say the same. If Ronan had never hurt him, either.

His hand was taken and they lingered like that in silence for a while... Blinking. Waiting for Benji to do or say something. Anything! His hand would start getting sweaty soon!

"Uhh. You feelin' sick or somethin', brother? Need help standin'?"

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There would be no more work on this novel. Two taps on the keyboard later, the laptop was shut and placed to the side. His book would be finished in a few years, by this rate. He stopped caring some two years ago.

Right now, his husband wanted a proper spanking, and a proper spanking he would have. Bent over his leg, one might assume Ronan was trapped utterly, with one arm around his waist, but his husband would know better; here in these arms he was safe, but still, his ass was exposed and given another fresh mark.

Not quite the expression of one in such a situation - Ronan absolutely grinning. He couldn't fathom anything more wonderful than this. To have his husband's attention, to be close to him like this, and to be devilishly punished in the most pleasurable way, it was all incredible!

The first hit was always the best. The first jolt of electricity, the first plunge into pain. It burned, it stung, and it made Ronan yelp in glee.

"H-harder-- more--!" He grasped at Matheus' thigh, squeezing on for stability, for dear life. Or, rather, dear death. His life had gotten much better since dying, after all. Exhibit A was happening at that very moment.

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Then his worst he would have. A hand coming down at preternatural speed, forcing a stronger impact and, despite the barrier of clothes, he was certain created the desired mark. And then another, more human slap for good measure.

"Keep this up," was a challenge.

Ronan yelped, but the sound came out struggled and strangled. A noise of pain laced with pleasure that had fingers and toes curling.

"Mmf-" ah, his husband always knew how to do everything perfectly. The challenge was accepted more like an invitation. Ronan wiggled again, more than gladly!

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A feat in and of itself, truly. Ronan had made progress in terms of sleep, and other aspects of his life. Still, he was frowning down at his beloved, fingers itching.

"You're a distraction away from having a handprint on your ass."

The reaper giggled and wiggled his hips as much as he could in this position. Which was, actually, a surprising amount. "I'm surprised there ain't one there already." Meaning, do your worst, sir. Ronan could only enjoy it!

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“Stop bouncing up and down, you’re distracting me from my work.” - Matheus

KINKY MEME

"You're a smart man, Matheus. Didn't you realise I'm fuckin' tryin' t'distract you?" With strong eye contact, Ronan continued to bounce. No, not continued. More! Bigger, louder, more obnoxious than ever before!! "Pay attention t'your fuckin' husband you skank bitch."

Fine, he'll give up bouncing. Time to lay himself across Matheus' lap. "Didn't you miss me? I was nappin' for two hours!!"

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Some things had remained secret after all this time, to his quiet surprise. He had never opened his mouth otherwise, but it had been years now since his embrace. Four years of night and in that time, it seemed, Ronan had not put the pieces together.

"I imagine," he said to his feet, "it would hurt if the blood were spoiled. Poisoned."

Ronan's knowledge of life in general was limited. He didn't tend to seek information he didn't need. Perhaps he'll realise the problem that causes soon.

Luke seemed genuinely concerned by what Rosmond was saying. "Do you have a way of knowing beforehand? As in... can you smell it, or anything like that? That sounds so dangerous..."