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writerslittlelibrary · 7 months

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summary: when a guy in school gets really handsy with you, you break his nose, yet your moms don’t see it that way

pairing: Blackhill x reader

warnings: yelling, disgusting man

genre: fluff, angst

words: 1143

a/n: I forgot to post this and I feel so bad because I said I was gonna post it yesterday 🥲, so sorry @nattynatoosh for the false promise 🫣

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You’re not even sure how it happened. At one point, you were grabbing some books from your locker, and the next, you were sitting in the principal's office.

You were a great kid. You had amazing grades and were outstanding in all your classes. You were the kid every parent would want to have, and Maria and Natasha never hesitated to talk about your great skill and achievements.

You could see the principal looking at you with pure disappointment. “You’re not like this…” you can still hear him saying when the boy told him the story. His story.

You hadn’t said a word. You knew that whatever you said, would just make it worse. If you started talking, you’d quickly lose your temper and you would either be yelling or crying, or both. So you kept your mouth shut. You were waiting for your moms to get there. Surely they would understand and help you.

When your moms did come in, you could see the steam basically coming from Natasha’s ears. She was furious, and everyone in the room noticed it.

Maria followed her, looking way more collected than Natasha was. She was always better with handling stressful situations, especially if it was about you. Maria stood behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder while Natasha sat besides you. The parents of the boy were already there, and from the looks of it they were real entitled rich people.

The mother was crying, and the dad was almost as furious as Natasha, though you’re not sure that’s a possibility. “She hit my baby boy,” the mother cried. “She broke his nose,” she continued sniffling, and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

Natasha looked at her unimpressed, and then at you. “Is that true?” she asked, and you shook your head. “Yes it is!” the boy yelled from beside you, and you sighed.

You weren’t going to say anything. You didn’t want to give that to them.

“Well, according to the state both of the kids are in, it’s obvious who’s telling the truth. I suggest a former apology for y/n, and a three week suspension,” the principal suggested, and the mother let out a sob. "Suspension?! She should be in jail for what she did to my boy!” she yelled at the principal, and you heard Maria let out a sigh while she gently squeezed your shoulder.

“Ma’am, jail is a bit harsh for a situation like this, and with the record y/n holds, I really don’t feel a harsh punishment like that is necessary,” the principal said calmly, trying to calm the woman down.

“And you? You’re not just going to let her get away with it are you?” the woman asked your moms, looking at them with anger.

You’re moms assured you’d be punished. Your phone would get taken and you’d get some extra chores at home.

Once the woman finally settled, Natasha pulled you up from the chair and led you to the car. With the grip she had on your arm, you could feel she was still angry. She opened the door and pushed you inside, a little rougher than necessary.

You sat quietly. You didn’t want to cry in front of your moms, yet you wanted to yell at them what really happened wasn’t your fault.

Maria got in the driver's seat, and Natasha sat next to her. You felt their stares through the rearview mirror, but you didn’t dare stare back. You just looked out the window, trying to hold back your tears until you could cry them out freely in the comfort of your room.

“Do you understand what you did?!” Natasha suddenly asked you, and you could feel the anger in her tone. “This is serious! It’s not just some sneaking around or skipping class. Something like this could have serious consequences! Do you even understand that!?” she yelled, and you didn’t dare say something.

Maria sighed with disappointment, “We just want to know why,” she said, looking back at you when she stopped in front of a red light.

You shrugged, and continued looking outside.

“Just so you know, we weren’t kidding. You will have serious consequences at home,” Natasha told you, before she too, silently started out the window.

Once you got home, you quickly ran to your room. You could hear your moms yelling at you, but you didn’t care. You jumped into your bed, finally letting yourself cry. You were full on sobbing, and you could hear someone come in.

You felt the bed dip, and you felt a hand stroking your back. From how it felt you could tell it was Maria. You tried to talk, but it was hard through the crying so instead Maria pulled you in a sitting position, hugging you tightly to her chest.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” you cried out in between your sobs, and Maria sushed you. “I’m sorry mom. I didn’t do anything I swear! He was touching me and he wouldn’t stop. I’m sorry…” you kept crying, and Maria could feel tears in her eyes. “It’s okay, everything’s okay. I’m not mad at you,” she told you, rubbing her hand up and down her back.

You heard Natasha come in, and you felt the bed dip on the other side of you. “I’m sorry for yelling,” she told you, wiping the hair from your face.

“I was unfair, and we should’ve listened to you before we made assumptions,” she continued and your sobs died down to sniffles. “We’ll make sure he’ll get punished, and you’ll stay home next week with us okay?” she said, and you nodded, as you let Maria go and clung onto your other mom.

“I’m sorry mama. I didn’t mean to break his nose, I just wanted him gone,” you cried out, and Natasha nodded as she stroked your hair. “You made the right choice,” she told you, and you nodded.

The next day, your moms contacted the school, and you went to the principal’s office again. This time to watch the security footage. It was clear to see the boy had tried to get in your pants, and it was clear how he had you cornered while you were trying to push him off. After he didn’t let go, you punched him, and he fell to the floor as he started yelling.

The principal apologized, and said the boy would be punished and reported to the police.

On your way home, you were happily murmuring along to the song on the radio, looking out the window. “I just wanted to say I’m really sorry for not asking you what happened first,” you heard Natasha say, and you turned to her with a smile. “It’s okay,” you told her, and she smiled back.

“That was one hell of a punch though.”

#black widow #marvel #natasha x reader #blackhill #mcu #avengers #natasha romanoff #natasha x daughter #natasha x reader platonic #blackhill x daughter #maria hill #maria hill x daughter #natasha x maria x reader #maria hill x reader #maria hill x natasha romanoff #reader insert #marvel reader insert

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homisexual11 · 3 months

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Jalice X Reader NSFW Alphabet

How I’m supposed to do this? I don’t know, homie. But I’ll figure it out.

Warnings: mentions of vampirism, and mentions of blood… the usual. overstimulation

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Both of them are so good at it, and are such sweethearts. Beware, you will be coddled like crazy. Running a bath for you, then changing you into warm clothes (because they’re both fucking freezing)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

They love all of you. But… Alice loves your lips, and Jasper likes your thighs. Alice’s reasoning is a bit less SFW, but she genuinely likes the shape of them and how they look. She also likes what you can do with them, but anyways… Jasper genuinely likes lying on your thighs innocently.

Alice likes her eyes, she likes the way they look on her, and what she can do to you with them…

Jasper likes his fingers because he knows how well he can please both of you with them. Man is good with his hands. (As seen in the gif— yes that is the entire reason I added it)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It takes quite a while for both of them to orgasm, vampire stamina and all that… and genuinely they could go at it for hours, but they normally stop after one with themselves. For you, my love, they will overstimulate you to no end.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Alice is actually surprisingly dominant… but because of the fact that Jasper is nervous to be out of control she normally just lets it go. But when you come around, it becomes less a secret.

Jasper wouldn’t mind if you called him sir, but doesn’t want to weird you out. (Help he’s so sweet)

Also both of them might like to see you cry from pleasure but—

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

They had obviously done it with each other before you, and before then Jasper had done it a couple times with Maria…still that was more to get her off than him, gotta love that. It’s not the worst thing she did. (Ima leave that at that)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Alice likes to sit on your face.

Jasper likes to SEE your face. He will do pretty much anything, though.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It can be a little silly… like a quite a few giggles. It can also be serious, but it’s very silly most of the time.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don’t know why but I can’t do this to save my life 😭 it makes me uncomfortable but I can write like backbreaking earth shattering smut and somehow not this.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Although it’s very silly, Jasper 100% refers to it as making love. He’s very into it, it’s very loving and mostly gentle with him. Alice can join, but she does whatever feels better for you in the moment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Never really happens. Jasper definitely doesn’t, and Alice never really has the need to.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation, said it once, will say it again.

Orgasm denial every now and then

Obviously multiple people (but will do it separately, either she and him, you and him, or you and her)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

A bedroom, it’s simple. They’re simple like that.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dirty talk for both of them. Also Jasper likes seeing both of you in his clothes? Take that as you will.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that physically hurts. Blood play, for obvious reasons. Also Jasper would probably not want to do it before marriage, but might be convinced?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both. Both of them love both. They both do it so well, too.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

For Alice it depends, but for Jasper it’s normally slow and sensual… unless something’s pissed him off, which he normally won’t fuck you if that’s the case but if he does you’re in for a wild ride (literally and figuratively)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Alice will do it, she’s the more progressive of the two on almost anything. Jasper prefers not, but if you really needed it he would.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

With anything that wouldn’t hurt you, yeah. That limits it a little bit, but still.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Obviously they could go for weeks on end, but they normally only do one or two for them. Once again, on you they will go at it until you beg them to stop.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, but if you had them they could be used.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Alice can be a tease, but she doesn’t always do it. Jasper could, and boy would it bother you, but he normally doesn’t.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Neither of them are very loud, because they held their breath if you were human… if you weren’t, they would let a couple sounds slip. They also learned to keep quiet so people wouldn’t know as easily, but one time you were giving Jasper head and he whimpered so much because no one was in the area—

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One of the best experiences with all of you together was when you went down on Alice as Jasper took you from behind. Yall did the exact same thing for a long time that night…

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I don’t know how to do this for Alice 😭 but Jasper is average but he’s a little thicker. (Help that made me uncomfortable to write)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Alice’s is higher than Jaspers, but Both are very low.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

They don’t sleep.

#anyways #twilight #twilight saga #twilight x y/n #twilight x reader #twilight headcanons #jalice #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale #alice cullen #alice cullen x reader #Jalice x reader

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poohbea · 2 years

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𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄.

eren yeager | smut, slight fluff, angst if you squint | aristocrat!au

wordcount: 5.8k

content: upper class shenanigans, softdom!eren, fem!reader, oral (receiving), penetration (missionary and doggy), rough sex, pet names (princess, beautiful, etc.), crying, dick drunk reader, daddy kink, eren is a liiiittle pushy and an asshole (just a tiny bit), both of them holding a very weird hatred for each other (idk how else to describe it), unprotected sex (use protection kids)

― synopsis: being the heir of the biggest company in paradis holds it's challenges but no one prepared you for eren yeager

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“Oh don’t look so glum,” your mother chastised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Enjoy yourself my love.” Her diamond earrings glistened in the warm candle light cascading from the chandeliers of the grand ballroom. She was an angelic vision in her lilac dusted gown, the same diamonds as the ones in her ears speckled through the fine fabric like dew on flower petals.

You sighed, sipping from your recently refilled glass of white wine. “Easier said than done.” Your gaze moved with the dancing crowd below you, dots of assorted colours and jewellery, black, white, green, pink. You hadn’t seen him yet.

She chuckled at your seriousness. “Do you really think hiding yourself away up in the balcony is going to solve your problems?”

Yes. “What else am I supposed to do?” You sent her a questioning side glance.

“Oh I don’t know… go down there? Dance? Mingle? God forbid you have fun.” She positions herself at your side against the bannister, dress brushing against your own.

Silently you leaned your head on her shoulder, a scent of vanilla and roses floating from her skin. “Is he here?” You whispered as you played with the delicate lace on your sleeves.

“He is.” She replied solemnly, resting her head on top of yours.

Your heart sank as her words solidified your anxiety. Of course he was here, how could he not be?

The man in question was one Eren Yeager, son of Lord Grisha and Lady Carla of Maria. A man who had been a thorn in your side since you were children. Lord Grisha generated his wealth from his medical practices littered across the country, this was valuable to your family, valuable enough to do business with.

Your parents thought it a good idea for you and Eren to become acquainted, being about the same age, maybe something would blossom. Though the only thing that did blossom was the growing hatred between you both. You somehow were always getting on each other’s nerves, so much so that you began to despise him. It started with small childish things, hair pulling, petty fights over trivial topics like who got to have the last of everything, but when you hit adolescence he made it a point to make a snarky comment no matter what you were doing.

“What the hell happened to your face?” He’d scowled at you one afternoon while you lay idly in the grass reading a book. It just so happened to be the same day your mother decided you were old enough to start wearing makeup.

You threw him an irritated look. “It’s makeup.”

“Your mother let you leave the house looking like that?” His shadow covers your face as he leans over you curiously, running a finger along your cheek.

“Piss off Eren!” He laughs as you throw your book at his face, easily dodging the hardback.

It was even worse as you came of age to actually date. He somehow managed to wriggle his way in and meddle with all your potential suitors, spreading rumours, interrupting dances and private conversations. There was a time everyone believed you’d slept with all of your father’s business partners, of course it wasn’t true but that didn’t stop your parents from losing their minds over the allegations. Your reputation was an important one, it was make or break in this dog-eat-dog world you were born into. You never really did find out who or where that rumor came from, but you had a funny feeling Eren had something to do with it.

“Maybe he’ll behave himself now that he’s in public.” Your mother continued.

“Fine I’ll go, but if he says anything out of turn...” You looked to her, finding no trace of disapproval, just her soft features watching the sway of dresses below.

“You’ll be fine.” She shifts to stand upright again before kissing your temple. “What’s the worst that could happen?” She smiles, disappearing through the curtain draped over the entryway of the balcony.

Sighing, you down the last of your wine and readjust the bust of your dress, smoothing over the lace that hung off your shoulders, dress twinkling in the light like stars at dusk. With a deep breath you found your way to the staircase that led onto the ballroom floor, hesitating at the top as you watched a parade of colour flutter by. You had yet to see Yeager, you reassured yourself. And hopefully you’d go the whole night without the misfortune of running into him. As you began your descent your mother’s words echoed through your mind one last time.

What was the worst that could happen?

Foreign and familiar faces welcomed you with curtseys and bows of reverence while you walked through the crowd, head held high and a bright smile on your face, greeting your family’s many business partners.

Being the heir to one of the largest companies in all of Paradis held a lot of responsibility, the primary one, being the picturesque daughter your father sought you out to be. Proper, intelligent and scandal-free. Something that was already hard to do in a sea of people who fed off of gossip.

“Lady y/n.” A kindly voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Could I interest you in a dance?” Jean Kirstein - the newest addition to your fathers growing list of associates- greeted you coyly with a hand outstretched in invitation.

You gave a half-smile “Of course.”

He was a handsome man to say the least, with tousled blond hair and a smile that had butterflies churning in your stomach. His suit was a classic black and white three piece, a teal tie bringing a pop of colour that complimented his alluring hazel eyes.

With one hand in yours and the other securely on your waist, he whisked you out onto the dance floor, taking the lead as he began moving you in time with the music. His gentle gaze never left yours as you floated across the floor effortlessly, touch warm against your hips that he guided in a rhythm that met his own.

“You’re quite good at this aren’t you?” Your playful expression made him chuckle.

“Of course my lady,” he replied, spinning you before continuing. “I had to make a good first impression didn’t I?”

The tempo rose with the changing routine and it was time to switch partners. He laid a soft kiss on your hand before releasing you in another spin, a laugh bubbling in your chest as you landed in the arms of your next partner.

“Good to see you’re enjoying yourself my lady,” your smile faltered as you looked up to see the face of the man you’d so desperately tried to avoid all night. “Don’t look so upset, frowning was never a good look on you?” A smirk hung on his lips as he towered over your smaller frame, loose hairs framing his face as he pinned you with mischievous eyes.

“What are you doing here, Eren?” You spat, feeling your skin tingle where his touch slowly made its way down the small of your back.

A huff left his chest. “I was sent an invitation? Why were you hoping I wouldn’t come?”

“Yes,” you retort. “I was hoping for a night of peace.”

He extended an arm and spun you in place, then roughly pulled you back into his chest. “You and I both know that’s never going to happen.” There was a knowing undertone in his voice, a tone that you knew always held bad intentions.

“Why must you always ruin my night?” You carped, trying your best to maintain your composure. There were too many important people around for you to make a scene and not face the consequences, but the longer he spoke the closer he was to pushing you there.

He dipped you low and your gaze caught Jean’s, who smiled at you softly while dancing with a woman in red. How you yearned to be back in his arms again.

“So you and Kirstein? What’s that about?” Eren nodded to the man in question as he brought you back up again. Your breath nearly left you with how close his lips were to your own, too distracted by that fact you didn’t even register his question.

“What?” Your brows furrowed at him as you took a step back to put some distance between you.

He met you with an icy expression. “Are you and Jean...an item?” He pressed, voice faltering at the end as if it pained him to even say those words. Why did he care?

“No, he’s an associate of my father’s, why does it matter?” You answered honestly, unconsciously moving your hand from his shoulder to his chest, running your index finger over the key shaped pin on his jacket collar.

“You seem awfully fond of someone who cleans horse shit for a living.” You catch him glance over his shoulder to where you could only assume Jean stood, not missing the irritation in his voice.

“He does not,” your hand smacks his chest. “He runs the biggest transport company in the country, horses are just one of his divisions.”

Eren rolls his eyes at your defensiveness. “Oh so you do like him. I didn’t know you enjoyed the smell of horse shi-”

The song comes to an end and you break away from him before you do something you’d regret. You opened your mouth and closed it again, fists balling at your side as everything you ever wanted to say became stuck in your throat. For all the belittling, the mocking and the embarrassment, you wanted to let him have it, but something held you back. Your tongue was stiff as he watched you with an inscrutable expression, waiting for you to break.

Instead your face softens, an equally unreadable expression etched upon your features. “Thank you for the dance Eren, good evening.” You said simply, giving a final curtsey before turning your back to him, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

With a hastened pace you pushed your way through the sea of guests, odd looks cast your way as you haphazardly bumped into a server holding champagne, making you lose your balance. The glasses clattered to the floor with a loud shatter, most of it spilling on your dress in the commotion as you landed on your hands and knees in the liquid. The crowd around you gasped and sneered, encircling your distressed figure on the floor, apologetic and frantically searching for an exit. You saw Eren among them, a taunting glint in his eyes, as if he enjoyed seeing you like this. Beneath him.

You were mortified.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” Jean’s voice broke your fixed gaze. The man knelt down to help you up, but to his surprise you tore your hand from his, offered him a pained smile and curtsied half-heartedly.

“Excuse me.” You choked before speeding up the staircase, uncaring of the array of murmurs and snickers that followed your abrupt and dramatic exit.

This was his fault, Eren fucking Yeager. You cursed as your feet blistered in the tall heels you’d been wearing the whole night, reduced to hobbling down the long hallway, body sticky and damp from alcohol. This was the worst that could happen, you thought. As if being ridiculed wasn’t enough he had to go and add insult to injury with his stupid fucking face mocking you from the crowd.

Was this his plan? To rile you up so much that you’d slip up in front of everyone that was important to you? To your family?

“Fucking Yeager!” You growl, stepping into your room and slamming the door shut behind you. You began pulling pins from your hair tossing them onto your vanity in frustration, strands falling over your shoulders as you kicked off your shoes in the process. You were done with this evening, with everyone and everything associated with it.

As you finally tore the last pin from your now disheveled curls you heard a knock at your door. “I’m not accepting guests at this time!” You called out, frustrated with the ties on your dress. There was silence, then another knock. “Go away!” A string of curses fall from your lips as your fingers continue to slip against the silky fabric. “This couldn’t possibly get any worse.” You sigh. Then you heard your door open. “I said go away-!”

The source of your fury stood leant against the door frame, an arrogant aura emanating from his figure as he watched you struggle to undress. “How unladylike-”

The shoes you had discarded on the floor found their way into your hands and you aimed for his head, disappointed when he narrowly dodges the object. “Get out!” You glowered at him, other shoe in hand ready to throw.

He gave you an incredulous look, smoothing the loose strands on his forehead displaced due to evading your attack. “Are you insane?!” He shouts, picking up the shoe you’d just tossed at his face.

You threw the other shoe, this time at his groin, to which again he narrowly dodged. “Have you not had enough of making a fool of me today? You had to come up here to see your work first hand?” You’d given up on your calm façade, letting your emotions spill as you saw fit in the privacy of your room.

“You’re blaming me for that disaster?” He brayed, both of your shoes now in his palms.

“Of course this is your fault!” You spat callously. “The constant degrading, the fucking agony you put me through every event. You love to humiliate me every chance you get! And for what? Your own twisted sense of humour?” Your chest heaved as you found yourself mere inches from him, breast almost against his in your fit of rage, defeated tears spilling down your flushed cheeks.

You hated to cry, especially in front of Eren but at this point you couldn’t think of anything else to do. The pained attempt to stop the tears from falling ended in hundred more flooding out, you couldn’t bottle it all up anymore, not this time.

Silence filled the room, save your shallow shaky breaths and his deep ones. His face was once again unreadable, eyes scouring yours, for what, you didn’t know. Abandoning your shoes on the floor, his hand brushed a stray lock of hair that curled at your collarbone, grazing the skin there as his now softened gaze lowered to your lips, then back to your watery-eyed glare. The touch set goosebumps upon your skin as he continued up your neck to your jaw, wiping a thumb over your tear stained cheek.

“Let me make it better.” He breathed onto your lips, pleading eyes piercing into yours. His thumb traced your bottom lip tenderly, time slowing as his own met yours. He walked you backward further into your bedroom by your hips, closing the door behind him with an audible sound that reverberated off the hinges. His hand shifted to caress the back of your neck, pulling you into him further to deepen the kiss, moulding against your lips as he used his other hand to loosen the knot in the ties of your dress.

When the back of your knees hit your bed you parted, out of breath and thinking a bit clearly. “Eren,” you sighed, forehead against his as your breathing fell in time with one another. “Please, we-” He places a kiss on your cheek, turning you around to have better access to the back of your dress.

“Shh.” He whispers. His fingers pry the ties free and from their loops and he watches your body visibly relax, finally released from the confines of the material. Softly he pulls the fabric from your arms and down your waist till it became a pool of colour on the carpeted floor. His jacket and tie join it as he flicked the first few buttons of his shirt open to expose the tanned expanse of his chest.

You felt oddly vulnerable in your underwear, even if this wasn’t the first time he’d seen you this way, his gaze still painted a flush upon your skin. Instinctually your arms came up to cover your bare chest, breasts almost spilling from between them.

He chuckles, neck lowering to plant a kiss on your shoulder as he smooths a hand over your stomach. “I’ve seen you like this plenty of times but you still hide from me.”

His fingers played with the waistband of your panties mindlessly, lips continuing their way up your shoulder. The heat of his touch has your mind going fuzzy, losing yourself in the way his hands trailed over your skin, familiar with every mark, every crevasse, every curve your body had to offer. Your lips part in a gasp as he bites into the soft flesh of your neck, sucking a dark bruise into the skin. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this.”

He turns you back around to face him, pushing you onto the mattress softly. His hips nestle between your thighs as his body envelops yours, pressing his hard-on against your clothed pussy.

“Eren.” With a sigh your hips squirm beneath his, attempting to ease the arousal rapidly pooling at your core.

“Yes, sweetheart?” You lose your voice at the way his mouth paths down your collarbone, laving marks into the depths of your skin. His hands find yours still covering your chest and pries them away, entwining your fingers to pin your hands above your head. Beneath his intense gaze the flush on your skin deepened, struggling to keep still while your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Y/n.” He whispers mindlessly against your skin. Before you could answer him a gasp caught in your throat as his tongue encircled your nipple. He released your hands to cup your tits, rolling the other bud between his thumb and forefinger. “Keep them there.”

Your back arched unconsciously, rubbing yourself against his cock — still uncomfortably strained against the zipper of his trousers — causing a deep groan to sound from his throat, the sound alone making your clit throb.

“Fuck, Eren.” Digging your nails into your palms you struggled to keep them above your head, as you whined. It was embarrassing the amount of power he had over you, the way a simple flick of his tongue birthed an impossible ache between your thighs. After doing this with him for this long you’d think it’d have worn off by now.

“That’s it beautiful, say my name.” He coos, continuing his assault down to your thighs. His fingers curl around your panties and guide them down your legs, letting it join your dress on the floor.

A breathy moan escaped you as he wastes no time drawing a long strip from your entrance to your clit, moaning at the way your arousal danced on his tongue. Pushing your thighs apart he did it again, dipping his tongue into you this time to gage your reaction.

Those sweet sounds he craved for weeks finally fell freely from your lips, like music to his ears. He drank in every gasp and every whimper as your head lulled back and your back arched, still obeying his instruction as your fingers dug into the bedsheets.

His cock twitched as you began rocking your hips into his face, matching the pace of his tongue fucking into your dripping cunt. How did he always end up here? Back in this position, on his knees, between your legs, savouring the way you tasted like it was the last time he’d ever get to experience it. How tightly did you have him wound around your finger? Pretty damn tight apparently. As much as he tried to deny it, push you away with insults, humiliation and bickering he always found himself here, worshipping your pussy.

He hated you for it.

“’Ren, please. Please, please, please, fuck.” Your thighs strained against his hold, trembling as you continued fucking his face.

Fuck, he could listen to you beg forever. “What do you want princess?” He asked in a husky tone, planting tender a kiss on your inner thigh. His eyes were glazed over, a deeper green than they were on the dancefloor. Fingertips ghosted your entrance as he waited for your reply, his breath on your clit making you clench around nothing.

“I need you... I need you inside me, please.” You panted desperately.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath as you open your legs wider for him. “Look how wet you are.” The way your arousal dripped down your ass and onto the sheets made his mouth water, the view never got old. Reluctantly pulling away from you he finally rids himself of his clothes, sighing softly as he finally frees his cock from the confines of his pants.

The sight had your mind reeling. He reminded you of an art piece, like marble where the finest detail was carved to perfection. His skin glowed in the candle light, glistening in a thin veil of sweat with your arousal still on his lips — rosy and plush. Muscles pulsed as he reached behind his head to pull the band in his hair, freeing a cascade of long dark hair onto his back and shoulders.

He hovers over you, lips ghosting yours as he guides his cock through your folds with a hiss. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I’d hope so.” You reply with a cheeky grin, laying a kiss on his chin.

You yelp as his hand slaps your ass harshly, the sound reverberating off the walls. There was a handprint now burning red on your ass. “What was that for?” You hiss, trying to move your hips away but find them pinned to the mattress under his weight.

He bites your neck in reply. “For being rude.”

“Oh, piss off.” He raises a warning brow as you roll your eyes.

Again he smacks your ass as punishment, this time harder in the same place. “Do that one more time, see what happens.”

The sting of your ass seemed to have clouded your judgement as you proceeded to take him up on that challenge. “Fuck yo-!”

Before you could finish your rebuttal he shoves his cock into you without warning, completely filling you to the hilt. Your hands find his shoulders instinctively, embedding crescent shaped marks into his skin. The sound you made was a mix between a gasp and a moan, both in shock and pleasure at the sudden intrusion.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” Eren chuckles beside your ear, smirk evident in his tone.

A shaky breath leaves your chest. “I hate you.” You grumble in reply, the words coming out breathier than intended.

He shifts to rest his forehead against yours, a shit-eating grin still on his face. “If you hate me so much…” The pause is met with a harsh thrust of his hips, sending another moan tumbling from your lips. “Then why am I the only one that’s able to have you like this?” Your breath hicks as he repeats the same action, nose brushing his as he moved.

You didn’t have a real answer, it’s not like you didn’t seek sex from other partners, you did, but none of them could compare to the man before you. There was something comforting in how he knew your body inside and out, your expressions, the way your skin flushed under his touch, every moan and stutter. You trusted him with your body as he did you with his, but in doing so it fed into an addiction, one that could only be satisfied by Eren.

“Who said you were the only one?” You teased back.

His breath hit your nose as he huffed out a laugh. “No one can make you feel the way I do. Admit it.”

It was your turn to laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself. Anyone can do what you do, you’re not special.”

“Oh really?” His cock twitches inside of you, hips moving at an agonisingly slow pace. “Like who?”

“O-others, why do you need to know?” You stutter out, unable to draw a realistic name from the top of your head.

“I’d like to know who my competition is. That is if they even exist.” Your skin tingles as his nose traces the curve on your cheek. Eren knew exactly what that stutter meant. You were a liar. But that didn’t make going along with it any less entertaining.

“Of course they exis- fuck!” Pleasure overwhelms you as he hits a familiar spot, fingers playing with your clit as he continued his strokes.

“Mmm.” He groans against your cheek. “You know how much I hate lies, y/n.” His pace doesn’t let up as he speaks, fingers and cock moving in time with one another, a sweet harmony that had you struggling to maintain your fragile composure.

“I’m not-”

Spank.

“Stop lying to me sweetheart,” he warns again, upping the pressure on your clit. “Who’s the only one that can make you feel like this?” You could barely think, let alone speak as he continued his ministrations. Your pussy was a sopping mess, so much so that the lewd sound of your wet cunt taking his cock was audible with every delicious stroke.

Your breath fanned against his neck, hot and fast between moans and whines. The longer this went on the quicker your resolve dissipated and soon you were at his mercy. “You ‘Ren, it’s you.”

“I’m sorry?” He smiles, leaning his ear to your lips. “Say it again I don’t think I heard you.”

“Fuck, you’re the only one who can make me feel like this ‘Ren.” You repeat begrudgingly between breaths.

“Good girl.” With a kiss to your cheek he leans back on his heels, letting his cock slip out of you. “Turn over for me.”

Obediently you flip over on your hands and knees, chest brushing the mattress as you position your ass in the air. You feel him move over you, watching as he retrieves two pillows at the head of the bed to place under your hips, to which you happily lay on.

His hands slip themselves into the crease where your hips met your thighs, memorising the way your back arched in this position. He proceeds to run his thumbs over the small of your back, parallel to your spine before his grip tightens slightly and he’s pushing your hips into the pillows. Slowly he eases into you, moaning at the way your pussy engulfed him eagerly, tightening as inch by inch he drew deeper.

"Holy fuck, ‘Ren!” You cry, nails clawing the sheets. It was like he was in your stomach, if that was even possible.

His tongue paths its way up your spine, leaving spaced open mouth kisses on your skin till he reaches your ear. “Does that feel good princess?”

You could only moan in response, heavy breaths wafting your hair that had fallen over your face. He wasn’t even moving but he still managed to turn your brain to mush.

With a chuckle he pecks your shoulder. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” His hips shift slightly, drawing a string of whines from your throat. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Mhm.” The weight of his body leaves yours as he sits back up, pausing to give your ass a squeeze. “And what if I move like this?” His hips draw back slowly before pushing back into you with a force that almost knocked the breath out of you. “That feel good too, baby?”

“Yes, fuck it feels so good, daddy.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to let go and fuck you into the bed the way he knew you loved. Hard and rough. Using your back as leverage he pressed into your skin, grip tight around your waist as he watched your ass ripple with every slap of his hips against your own.

You were so damn intoxicating it wasn’t even a joke anymore. There were days he’d actually miss this, miss you. Your face, your scent, your taste, how your pussy felt as it squeezed him at every inch, it was like you were made for him and vice versa. He’d never actually tell you any of that though.

This wasn’t love. It was sex, reoccurring mind blowing sex. Or so he continued to tell himself.

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes!” By the way your toes curled he knew he was hitting that sweet spot along your walls. Satisfaction swelled in his chest at your cock drunk form scrunching the sheets between your fingers, losing your voice in the pleasure surging through your body.

“That’s it sweetheart.” Cooing, he slows his pace to pin your hands behind your back, trapping your wrists in one hand and using the other to play with your clit. “You love this dick don’t you?”

Mindlessly you reply. “Yes daddy, so deep in my pussy.” At this point you would say anything, do anything if he asked you to. With the way his dick kissed that spot inside you over and over it was hard not to lose yourself, to let your eyes roll back and just take it.

“You feel so good princess, fuck you take me so well.” He looks down to where your bodies met, almost cumming at the sight of you creaming all over his cock. Your nails were digging into the back of his hand that still pinned your hands to the small of your back, grip tightening as your thighs tensed.

“I’m gonna cum, I-I’m gonna cum.” You whine with a hick.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over this dick.” He wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer as you grew tighter with each passing stroke, but he needed you to cum first, he needed to watch you come undone on his cock.

“Eren!” You hold onto his hand for dear life as you fall over the edge, your whole body tightening as Eren fucks you through your orgasm, fingers still softly caressing your clit.

“Good girl, that’s it.” He praises, out of breath, soon following with his own high. White hot ropes of cum painted your insides as a variation of your name fell from his lips in an incoherent mess. Normally he’d never be caught dead cumming inside if it was any one else but because it was you he bent that rule.

You groan softly as your body grew heavy, sinking into the soft mattress. Almost ready to pass out then and there you feel Eren shuffle behind you, moaning as his cock slides against your walls, slowly drawing from your warmth.

He falls onto his back beside you with a sigh. “Come here.”

“Mmm.” You groan, still fucked out and limp with flattened pillows under your hips probably damp with his cum as you felt it leak from your hole.

He clicks his tongue and pulls you forward effortlessly by your arm, cradling you in his side. There was a long silence as you both lay there listening to the rhythm of each others breaths, content in the comfort you had both built after months of this routine.

When all this first began you refused to even look at each other after the fact, getting dressed and leaving the room immediately. But one drunken night when you woke up to find him still there beside you, arm around your waist and pulled into his chest, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. It soon became normal for you to lay like this, naked and vulnerable, listening to his heart beat.

“You okay?” He questions, still looking up at the ceiling.

“Tired.” You sigh softly. Your fingers traced the grooves of his chest, circling his pectoral mindlessly.

He exhales heavily. “Feel better?”

With a chuckle you trail your finger down his abdomen. “A little.”

The look he throws you has your smile grow wider. “Only a little?” He turns on his side, resting his head on his hand. “Still lying to me.”

“Gonna have to try a little harder than that, Yeager.” Teasingly you tap his nose, laughing at the way he frowns at your simple gesture.

He caresses your face with his free hand, running a thumb over your rosy lips. “You really think I don’t know you after all these years?” The question was longing, like he was reminiscing every encounter you two ever had.

“I didn’t think you paid that much attention after all these years.” You roll your eyes playfully.

“I’m observant.”

“You’re a nuisance.” You corrected, but despite your insult the smile never left your face.

“You love me.” The rebuttal caught you off guard, unsure if he was joking or not as his tone remained serious.

“Are you drunk, Yeager? Why would I ever love you?”

His face draws toward yours knowingly. “You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t.”

“I-I could say the same for you.” You deflect, gesturing to his figure.

Did he really want to admit his feelings for you, after having pushed them down for so long? Did he even have feelings for you? When he saw you on the dancefloor for the first time tonight his stomach erupted in a flutter of butterflies. Not to mention when he watched the way you smiled and laughed with Jean. Who the fuck was he anyway? Some corporate kiss-ass who shovelled shit for a living. Transport, what was Jean’s transport company compared to the medical empire Eren was managing? Is that what impressed you? What you liked? He followed the way Jean’s hands glided along your body, like he knew where to touch you, how to make you…

“Eren.” Your soft voice breaks him from deep thought. You look at him with those eyes you do, the ones that somehow manage to break his resolve every time.

“Let’s get you to a bath.” He smiles at you sadly, laying a kiss on your forehead and getting up from the bed. His fingers rake through dishevelled hair before offering you an outstretched hand.

You witnessed the way his green eyes dulled as they bore into yours sullenly. His expression was placid, unreadable as it always was when he decided to shut you out, an action you’d become all too familiar with as you came back to the reality of the situation.

Not wanting to question him on it you take his hand. “Lead the way.”

PART TWO

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vivyen-qwq · 26 days

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Can we please talk about Knuckles history/ past?

I just saw a tick tock video, which topping was sad history and showed pictures of Movie Sonic, Tails, Knuckles (and that fanmade movie Shadow version).

That made me think.

When I was a kid, I always saw Knuckles as my favorite character because he was cool, red, and strong. But today, he is my favorite because of his sad story. And I personally think that he has the most sadest story of all Sonic characters. Allow me to explain:

1. He has no real family. His entire race died because they wanted to use the Chaos and the Master Emerald for evil stuff. They all died, and Tikal sacrificed herself to seal Chaos. So Knuckles had to grow up by himself, hunting/ finding food, without a mother or father or anyone, all by himself, alone for 16 years. I mean, yes, the little Chaos are there to keep him company, but they can't talk or take care of him much of him.

2. His feelings: He is naive and believed Eggman several times and teamed up with him, despite knowing that Eggman was evil, but still tried to see the good in him, which was all for nothing, because Eggman used him. Then we have Rouge, the flying bat thieve who is trying to get the Master Emerald. She would fight and flirt her way through to get what she wanted and now image. This boy never had someone to love him, so he doesn't really know what love is (I guess) and now imagine how it would feel to have a girl flirting with you, but not being sure if she is serious about this or just wants the Master Emerald. This makes Knuckles even more insecure than he already is because he is constantly alarmed when someone calls out Rouges' name like we saw in the Tails tube video.

3. Angel Island: Like I mentioned in the first point, Knuckles' ancestors wanted to use the power of chaos for evil stuff, so Knuckles wants to fix his ancestor's mistakes by guarding and protecting the island without any help from others. But the problem is, if he doesn't take the other's help, then he will never be free from that burden. Everyone can be on earth and go wherever they desire, but he can't. He is trapped on the island because he knows that no one except him will guard the Master Emerald without even a "thank you". A lot of people are not seeing how much Knuckles does to protect others by staying on Angel Island and protecting that Emerald.

Also, he is the only one who can communicate with the M.E. to neutralize the Chaos Emeralds' power. He will forever be bound to that big responsibility, whether he likes it or not. He is never going to be free, and he knows it. That's why he sees no real purpose in life except for having fun and doing your best (what he said in the Twitter takeover). I mean, yes, he leaves the island to watch "One Punch Man" at Cream's and Vanilas' place, but guess who will probably use that to his advantage: Eggman.

4. His friends: Sonic seems to be the only one who really cares about Knuckle's lonelynes. When they had that short, deep talk during Frontiers, Sonic said that his friends were there to support him. But in the last Twitter takeover, when it was mentioned that Knuckles had a fan, he talked very low of himself, seeing himself as a character who doesn't or shouldn't have fans. Sonic told him to be nicer to his fans, and Amy asked him about his personality, where he replied that everything sucks. It was quite obvious that Knuckles spoke very low of himself, but Tails tried to brush him off.

Why wouldn't his friends try to be more supporting, maybe saying that it wasn't really his fault? Or trying to make him see the good things in himself?

Like, Tails got into a big group hug when they were told that Tails didn't have a home back then. Or when they talk about Maria when Shadow is there, it is a sensitive topping, and they are making sure not to hurt Shadow's feelings. Or when Sonic had that dream about him saving the city and no one noticing, they gave him therapy.

But Knuckles doesn't get that treatment?

Yes, Sonic talked to him in Frontiers, but why not in the takeover? Why not get more support for him?

So yeah, that's what I've been thinking.

Knuckles sure had some character development, but it doesn't change his history or the fact that he will forever have to stay on the floating island.

I really would like it if someone stayed by his side and visited him sometimes so Knuckle could have some rest or simply would have someone to talk to for at least once in a while.

#knuckles the echidna #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #dr. eggman #tails the fox #miles tails prower #amy rose #Knuckle's history #give this boy some therapy a hug and a best friend!

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quietlyimplode · 7 months

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the language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: day 7 - Radio Silence

Warnings: character death

Word Count: 1.9k (gif not mine)

Summary: Tony can find anyone, unless they really don’t want to be found, or they can’t be.

A/N: (character death pertains to none of the core team or associated, but to me feels just as tragic. There was no other way this could go.)

Masterlist

Whumptober Masterlist

2013

NEW YORK

Tony sits staring at the computer. There’s a video recording of his friend in police interrogation, being accused of killing a man.

He watches closely and still can’t work out how he gets out of hand cuffs, but the most interesting part of the interrogation is when Agent Coulson arrives.

Tony watches in interest as Clint all but ignores the offer to join Shield and stalks off.

He’s so young.

Not that Clint is an old man now, but he just looks so small as a teenager, maybe early twenties. Likely by the stamp date he should know how old.

The video recording stops, and Tony turns to the next one.

Clint is older. It’s obvious by his demeanor and posture.

More like a military man.

Tony doesn’t like it.

He seems sadder, more serious and adult even though there’s only a year between videos.

He wonders what happened after that first one, because clearly something did.

Turning them off, he returns to the picture of Barney.

Steve had done a good job, given Clint’s description, and the picture had bounced across databases.

There had been exactly three hits.

One police record.

One military record.

And one picture he found out in Wichita Falls with a man matching his description as a drivers license.

It meant one of two things.

Barney was dead.

Or…

Barney really didn’t want to be found.

Natasha finds Pepper sitting at the window.

The expanse of it, makes it ones of Natasha’s favourite places.

She knows it’s one of Pepper’s as well.

They’d had many conversations at it, and she almost walks away as she sees Pepper reading.

Sometimes peace is hard won, especially for Pepper who seems to always be pulled in a thousand directions.

“Hey,” Pepper greets her and Natasha nods in responses

Apart from Maria, Pepper lends herself to be one of Natasha’s closest friends, even though she’s sure the red head does not feel the same.

It’s okay though, Natasha never feels like she expects the relationships to be equal.

“You look deep in thought,” Pepper comments, moving over and placing her book away.

Natasha sits as offered; and thinks for a moment.

She sought her out, and now… she wasn’t sure.

But who else to have this conversation with?

“I. Clint and I,” she starts, “we want to get married.”

Peppers face morphs into one of sheer delight and happiness, and she hugs her spontaneously.

“Nat! That’s great news. Seriously? And you said yes? And he asked?”

Pepper smiles, the words tumbling out of her mouth.

Natasha sits, just far enough away, so that she doesn’t get another hug.

“Yeah, he asked, and I said yes, but we have to do some things before we can, you know.”

“Tie the knot?” Pepper supplies.

Natasha cocks her head.

“What?”

Pepper laughs.

“Sorry, euphemism for getting married. Continue, forget I said anything.”

Natasha nods.

“What’s the conditions?”

“Family,” Natasha says quietly.

“I have a sister, and Clint has a brother,” she confesses.

“Oh, I didn’t… I didn’t know.”

“We want to see if we can find them,” she says quietly, “maybe they can come.”

Pepper seems to understand, her quietness gentle as Natasha looks up.

“Where are they?”

Shrugging again, Natasha finds herself wanting to talk about Yelena. It seems safe here, and she rarely allows herself the luxury.

“Do you think people can be forgiven?”

The question is cryptic, deliberately so.

Pepper doesn’t answer.

“Do you think that there are things that are unforgivable?”

Unsure how to answer, she waits for Natasha to elaborate.

It’s a safe bet.

In the silence, Natasha tells her a story; a story of two girls in a strange land, learning how to be Americans. That she, in all her grief had made herself forget, forget the time they spent with each other, to make it through, lest it be held against her.

Pepper is sure she’s leaving out details.

But when she takes her hand and assures her that survival demands something else of people, Natasha looks grateful for the words.

“She’s alive,” Natasha says as though it’s the first time she’s allowed herself to say the words out loud.

“I just want to help her,” she whispers.

Pepper’s eyes well at the confession.

“Do you know where she is?”

Natasha shakes her head, hands in her lap.

“She’s alive though.”

“What about Clint’s brother?”

“We don’t know.”

Pepper frowns and bites her lip.

“Nat, you do realise you’ve set yourself an impossible task, or set of tasks?”

“Why?”

“You don’t know if they’re alive, let alone how to find them, and well, what if you can’t? Does that mean you can’t follow your own path? Get married?”

Natasha doesn’t answer.

“Tony’s looking for them, if he can’t find them, we’ll make a different plan,” she pauses.

“It is my path though, to find her, and for Clint to find him. Now anyway; and after the last year, there’s no time like the present, and if they can be; I want them to be there.”

She looks to Pepper.

“And you too, if you’ll come.”

Pepper grins and nods.

“I’ll be there, and I’ll help too, in anyway I can.”

They both look out the window, Natasha unsure what to say. They both know though, that if Tony can’t find them; no one can.

Tony finds him in the gym, he watches as he punches the speed ball, his agility his friend displays is mesmerizing.

The rattatatta of the bag is repetitive and Tony tries to wait with the information he’s holding.

“Clint?” he calls.

Nothing.

“Clint? Can you hear me?”

The speed ball stops and Clint turns around.

An easy smile greets him.

“News?” he asks, grabbing a water bottle.

There’s blood on his hand wraps.

Tony wonders just how long Clint has been punching the bag for.

He holds up the folder.

“Depending on how you look at it.”

Clint sits and opens the file.

Disappointment passes over his face, hope fading, as there’s no clear location.

“You couldn’t find him?”

Tony knows when to admit defeat. There was no leads no matter how much he searched over the last four days.

“I can’t find him, but I have a last known location, somewhere I think he was.”

Clint doesn’t say anything.

“Clint?”

Tony feels he knows. He’d had hope and now it was fading.

“Where is it?”

Clint asks.

“Wichita Falls,” Tony laughs. “A town that has many people and none at all.”

Clint nods, “yeah he would go there, he’d be invisible but there’s enough space for him to do his own thing.”

Tony points to the picture he found, and Steve’s sketch.

Clint is silent, deep in thought.

“Are you going to go?” Tony asks.

“How can I not?” Clint replies.

“The world almost ends, and I don’t know if my brother is dead or alive. Maybe it’s about time I go see if I can find him.”

Tony sees the serious soldier, and it’s at odds of his friend the joking archer.

Whatever this is for Clint, it changes him.

“I can go with you?”

Tony offers it, trying to add conviction. He knows it’s not his place.

Clint looks through the pages again, almost desperate. Tony wishes there were more.

“No, I think, it’ll be okay, Nat will be there, we can.. We got this,” Clint replies, scattered as he gathers the pages.

He looks up, face serious and guarded.

“Thanks Tony, for all of this.”

He stands.

“Any news on Yelena?”

Tony shakes his head.

“That’s going to take me a bit longer I think, there’s a server that keeps making the information bounce. I’ll catch it though, and maybe when you’re back, I’ll have more information.”

Clint nods.

“Our plane is fueled up and ready to go, you can fly right?”

The generosity isn’t lost on Clint, and he stares at his friend, he’s lent him a plane and called it “ours”.

“Why?”

Tony shrugs.

“It’s what I’d want someone to do for me, I guess.”

Clint holds his hand out to shake Tony’s and when Tony clasps it, he pulls him into a hug.

“Thanks, man,” he whispers.

It takes Tony a second, but he hugs him back

“Uh, no problem.”

2013

WICHITA FALLS

Clint sits pilot seat, staring as the plane is moved into the hanger.

Natasha hands him a water and they sit in a comfortable silence.

“Do we have somewhere to stay?” she asks finally.

Clint takes a second.

“Barney used to sneak candy into the house to give to me when I couldn’t stop crying. He’d tell me to suck on it because it would stop my sobbing.”

He pauses.

“My sobbing would aggravate my father to follow me and tell me he’d give me something to cry about. I grew up with Barney, and loved him, and then we just… never saw each other again.”

He stares, and bites hard on his lip.

Natasha watches, as she’s so good at doing.

“What if his radio silence was better for the both of us? Together we were chaos. Alone; maybe we had more of a chance. Do you think he knew that?”

He doesn’t wait for Natasha to answer rhetorical questions.

“Maybe that’s why he didn’t come back for me.”

Natasha feels the stab.

“Maybe he just couldn’t,” she responds, slightly defensive.

He softens, feeling the blow he’s landed on her.

“Yeah, maybe he just couldn’t.”

There’s a small pub out on the edge of town.

It turns out they knew Barney.

The bartender is an older, wisened man whose beard is as long as his arms.

Natasha stands back, as Clint asks the question, and they both hold their breath.

“Why do you want to know about Barney?” the man asks, suspiciously.

Clint swallows.

“He’s my brother,” he responds.

The man softens.

“Oh.”

He stops wiping the bar.

“You’re Clint?”

The man talks of Barney as a friend, and throws the keys to a woman, Natasha assumes to be his wife.

“I’ll be back,” he tells her.

He takes them on a walk to a small apartment on the outskirts of town, he has sadness in his eyes, and he tells him Barney was here. That this, the little apartment on the first floor, was where he lived.

“We served together,” the man tells him, “I convinced him to come here… some difficulties with memory, some impulse issues… he needed someone to watch his back, until… you know.”

Up until his death.

A quiet death, and a loud life.

He tells them stories of Barney’s ability to drink anyone under the table, and laughs as he reminisces on how they stayed up one night and just threw darts.

“I lost so much money that night, did you know he had good aim?”

Clint swallows and nods, trying to take on the information.

His brother.

He wasn’t a good man, but he wasn’t a bad one.

Bachelor for life and a contradiction at that - someone who spent all his time gambling and smoking; but also taught basic martial arts to kids at the local YMCA.

No children. No partner.

But a legacy all the same.

There are no words for panic and grief Clint feels.

His brother.

His protector.

It’s too late.

He’s gone.

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pixeldistractions · 2 months

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Ten minutes later—okay, maybe closer to fifteen—Maria returned downstairs in pajamas with a towel on her head, a flush in her cheeks, and she hoped not too obvious a tremble in her knees.

Johanna grinned with an animal cracker in her mouth. “Mama’s all squeaky clean!”

Lou said, with an eyebrow raised, “Yeah, your mama was a very dirty girl.”

They made polite conversation about Lou’s legal work while Johanna finished her crackers, then she left the table to play with her dolls.

“So he’s still calling?” Lou asked.

“You thought he wouldn’t?”

Lou laughed. “Do you want me to be honest?”

“He was just out of cell range for a while. See, here.” Maria pulled up some pictures he sent of where he camped in the northern Cascades. It looked so beautiful and wild. Maria kept thinking about this one photo he took from a summit, an expanse of pine forest for as far as the eye could see, and she never imagined anywhere could be so uninhabited. It seemed scary, to be honest. He was so brave.

But Lou was more of a city girl, and she didn’t appreciate the appeal. She smirked. “Nice rocks, they look very mountainous.”

“You think he’s a bad influence on me?”

“He’s definitely some kind of influence,” Lou said. “It’s just, so, he ran off to follow his dreams? What about your dreams? Don’t just sit around pining for him.”

“I’m not pining, this is just my face.” Maria shrugged. “My dreams? I don’t know, should I start knitting? Scarves can’t be that hard, they’re just like rectangles, right? I’ll open an Etsy shop. Do you like that dream for me?”

“God, that would be a very sad shop.”

Maria never considered what her dreams were supposed to be. She thought she had that figured out once. She married a military man, and she was going to be a wife and mother. She’d already decided to give up her music. When that didn’t pan out, next she dreamed of Jordan, her elusive and charming friend, her sweetheart, but that didn’t pan out like she thought, either. Now what?

She pined for Jordan, yes, but she also pined for his bravery, that he was trying to know himself so deeply, that he actually went out and did it. She was proud of him. She was inspired by him.

“Well, whatever you do,” Lou said, “don’t throw away your whole life to follow this one, too.”

“I was supposed to be a military wife,” Maria said. “Maybe following a man around is the one thing I’m actually built to do.”

Lou sighed and shook her head. “But look at how that turned out for you.”

Lou never really loved Joseph much, either, or the idea of her sister ditching her orchestral aspirations to get married and then soon widowed at the tender age of twenty-two. It was an old wound at this point, but still, an actual husband dead wasn’t something to joke about. The thing was, Maria was pretty sure her sister wasn’t joking.

“Rude, Lou,” Maria said. “You’re just a mean old lesbian who hates men.”

Lou chuckled. “I am a mean old lesbian, but I don’t hate men. I love Leo.”

“That doesn’t count, he’s your brother.”

“And he’s not much of a man,” Lou said.

They both had a little giggle at their brother’s expense. “Okay, this calls for a girls’ night,” Lou announced. “Let me know what nights you have off. We’ll do it at my place so JoJo can crash. Not too many people—Jaime, Jessica, Laney, some girls from work. We’ll get smashed and watch dumb horror movies and play cards.”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll let you know,” Maria said. Then she called out to Johanna, “Bedtime, little monkey. Come say goodnight.”

Johanna gave her aunt a hug and ran upstairs to wait for her bedtime stories, which meant playing with every toy in her bedroom and leaving them all sprawled across the floor before her mother got there to read.

“You’re going to show me more pictures, aren’t you?”

“Just a couple more,” Maria said.

“Okay, go on then.”

Maria scrolled through a few more of Jordan’s photos. A selfie on the edge of a cliff. A fish he caught. “There was only one fish, he’s very bad at fishing.” A stew he made from mushrooms he foraged. Several shots of campfires. The murky mountain lake where he swam. “And he got a leech on his ankle. Oh my god, I would have actually died!”

“How many pictures did he send you?”

“I don’t know, like a hundred or something,” Maria said. “Oh, and he got another tattoo. It’s hot, right? Well, you probably don’t think it’s hot. But trust me, it’s hot.”

“You’re a complete lost cause, you know that?”

Maria grinned. “Goodnight.”

— from “boxes and squares #3: what dreams?” (8/8)

story notes:

So we only just met Lou properly, even though she’s been mentioned several times as “Maria’s sister” in the stories. She doesn’t have a profile page made yet on the blog (although there was that short OC bio), so I’ll fill in just a few gaps about her. She’s a logic type, a lawyer, she’s opinionated, independent, and no, she doesn’t have much fondness for many men she meets, except her baby brother. She cares about her family, and she does look out for her siblings in her ways. But besides that, she is rather detached and a little cold. Not mean, exactly, but definitely blunt. I don’t think that’s because of any trauma or anything, it’s just who she is and how she prefers to operate. Sometimes that bluntness hits Maria a little hard, because Maria is much softer. But I think there’s a lot of genuine caring there. I’m very much looking forward to exploring their sisterly relationship as we go forward.

Next ->

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #sims story #maria #lou #johanna #PFSN: boxes and squares

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georgiapeach30513 · 5 months

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I have a lot of conflicting feelings about the Seb Stan Trump role😭 On one hand I think he’ll nail it and I hope it will win him an award. If Jeremy Allen White hadn’t won that golden globe for ‘The Bear’ it would have gone to Sebastian for P&T. He deserves more attention because he is incredibly talented and willing to take risks. Also, I doubt that he would sign onto this movie if it were a positive account of DT’s life. If I remember correctly, he was vocal about his distaste for Trump. Additionally, I don’t think the director, who is an Iranian immigrant and Muslim, Jeremy Strong, or Maria Bakalova would sign on to play these roles if it were a positive account of his life, either. I’m thinking that this will be sort of just showing what a foolish, social-climbing egomaniac DT is. I think Sebastian has said that his job as an actor is just to tell the story as best as possible and let the audience form an opinion, or something along those lines, which we will really have to apply here. Do I think it’s a little too soon? Yes. But I have high hopes. I think he will do this tastefully; and hope that this isn’t insensitive in the way that P&T kind of was (even if it was a really well done and entertaining show). It’s good to see him branching out from the MCU; I’m sure he loves playing Bucky, but it’s also pretty obvious he wants to do something a bit more serious. He is a great character actor!!

I’m kind of sad that he won’t get to be hot in this, though. 😂

It is a bit conflicting. I don’t doubt the casts ability. A lot will depend on the overall tone of the movie. What are they trying to tell. We know it’s set when he’s younger, but that’s also as he was coming into fame.

I have never watched The Bear, so I won’t comment on it, but JAW was great in Shameless. I’ve enjoyed the show. The man is very talented, but honestly The Bear has never interested me 🫣 I knew Seb wasn’t going to get the award. He’s a baby in the awards circuit. But him being nominated was huge. He’s getting a lot of positive press for his talent, and I love to see it.

Sebastian isn’t a fan of Trump, so I would assume him signing on it’s not going to be a comedic sitcom. I just hate that an actor I’m highly attracted to is playing a role such as him…

With all that said, I do not think they’re going to show Trump in the most positive light, by any means. It’s a controversial role, and that gets noticed. Look at Evan Peters in Dahmer. Very controversial, but the talk around him. Zac Efron as Ted Bundy. They were both serial killers, but the actor was praised. It is that really weird line that sometimes I wonder if you should cross.

I do think it’s way too soon. If I’m correct in what I have heard, they’ll start filming early next year, so the movie should be out by the end of the year, and just in time for award season…I know people talked about Tommy Lee, and that was controversial, but if you watch it, it didn’t shed a good light on Tommy and was extremely sympathetic towards Pamela.

#the apprentice

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Which 5 CPC characters, do you think are most likely to be yandere? Like the least ones to the most ones? What type of yandere do you think they will be? And why? I apologize if I'm asking too much.

NO WORRIESSS I'M HAPPY TO ANSWER :D

maria is the most obvious haha, so i'll list her reasons first

those fangirl tendencies? they could easily escalate quickly

like MAN the blaine fan club is lucky she isn't as obsessive as a yandere would be

she'd be the type to have a shrine and collect memorabilia, maybe some stalking and the like

yandere maria's backstory would probably be like- she grew up within the castle walls admiring her victim from afar, collecting all their magazines and everything- she'd probably fantasize over the idea of them as an escapism

she wouldn't necessarily want to be the only one important to blaine, she'd just wanna protect him. like to the EXTREME. (this is where she really differs from canon maria who'd know when to draw the line ykyk)

second would be aurelia! because i could kinda see that, lemme explain

jealousy

literally

aurelia's jealousy could quickly grow into an unhealthy jealousy

like what she did in canon??? yes. now imagine if she wasn't well meaning

to be fair this could apply to everyone, morally, but like aurelia

AURELIA IS ACTUALLY CLINGY BEST FRIEND VIBES

im allowed to slander her because she is my blorbo

anyway YES clingy best friend because she too, like maria, has overprotective parents that cut her off from a lot of the world (yay!)

man some of the cpc parents really. wow. if only you guys could see these yandere hcs

do you think that maybe. yandere beckett?

it could be that same parasocial relationship!! i think that's what makes the maribecklaine triangle interesting, cause like they all have really different impressions of each other n stuff

beckett who idolizes maria, and maria who idolizes blaine

yandere beckett would feel that need to protect maria at all costs

like some stuff he said in canon about maria being too pure for the world? that but to the MAX. im all about amplifying those negative traits for the sake of this

leland

self explanatory

he... he kinda... wow

in canon too mates!!

you know that theory that leland was related to lilyth's death, and potentially the cause due to we never find out how she died atm?

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

my work here is done

lastly!! pre redemption whitney is pretty yandere, but i feel like saying that would be lazy of me. which im cool with because i take the easy way out

possessive of fiance

sees fiance as an object

assumes that fiance is cheating on him

seeks out the third party and intends to kill them

average yandere behavior

yeah!! i didnt expect this many of this them to make THIS much sense but here we are

#TYSM FOR THE ASK #cursed princess club #asks #cpc headcanons #princess maria #blaine fan club mention #princess aurelia #beckett dandridge #king leland #prince whitney

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saintgoths · 1 year

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ

CHAPTER FOUR - SETH.

WORD COUNT - 2,063 WORDS.

RATING - G. [MENTIONS OF DEATH & VOMIT].

Maria and Tommy were kind enough to prepare a welcoming party for the Rosalind family, preparing a house-warming party was in the back of Isabella’s mind so she noted to do that somewhere around this week or the one after this current time.

It was also bonfire night, the children were inside watching a movie, Shrek, whilst the adults were outside, around a firepit chatting and joking around with each other. Isabella was unsure if Venus was going to come and join the other kids, knowing how anti-social she could get, the matriarch wished that Venus would put herself out there, but the young brunette girl wasn’t like other kids, she was immune and was scared of her future.

“That accent of yours,” Tommy’s southern voice interrupted the woman’s train of thoughts, Tommy must’ve noticed the stuck trance Isabella trapped herself in, as not long ago, she stared down at the ground, her hand tightly wrapped around the glass bottle of beer, frustrated with her overthinking. “You’re from England, aren’t you?”

Isabella forced herself to smile at Tommy’s obvious guess before she answered, “yes, but I moved here in 2011.”

“Two years before the breakout,” Tommy hummed, fascinated by Isabella’s small backstory, and it seemed like Tommy wasn’t finished with his curiosity as he then continued to ask Isabella inquiries. “What caused you to move here?”

Isabella couldn’t blame Tommy, her appearance with her children was arbitrary. They were dirty and bloody and hadn’t said an inkling of their past or what has happened to them before they appeared to the gates of Jackson ever since they stepped into the soil of the community.

She could feel everyone’s eyes stare into her soul as they waited for her to respond, she didn’t notice that everyone’s blather and prattle died down and it got her quite nervous as she didn’t know what to say. As Seth was one of the members who was at the welcome party, Isabella even wondered why that man even bothered to come knowing how he felt about her.

“Wanted to turn over a new chapter,” Isabella briskly responded as she awkwardly placed her thumb over the mouth of her beer bottle. She also hadn’t noticed that Joel sat there, also absorbed and interested in what caused Isabella to move so far from her home country.

“I know someone who somewhat looks like you.”

Everyone altered their vision to Seth who sat on a single seat, he must’ve drunk at least two wheat beer bottles Isabella observed, whilst she tried to hide the growing uncertainty and unease that travelled in her body. “Accompanied a man I knew who’s now dead,” he factually slurred, he then took a sip of his brew then continued to speak, “was a really close friend of mine, how bitter and sombre I was when I learned about his death.”

Isabella’s pupils wandered away from Seth and onto Joel who anticipated and observed the silver-haired man who spoke like a temperamental mad-man, “he was found in a pool of vomit,” Seth dismally explained as Isabella’s eyes met with Seth once again, and that brisk brief look was enough for Seth to confirm that Isabella knew what he spoke about.

Maria glanced at Isabella then towards Seth, silently wondered how any of this got to do with the newcomer.

“I don’t know of this story,” Isabella effortlessly replied and Maria had a feeling that she would have to remove Seth from the situation.

“I was told we have at least seven doppelgängers,” Joel subtly joked, evident that he tried to make the situation lighter as he felt everyone become tense of the objectless story Seth told everyone.

Isabella was relieved that Joel strived to get the attention off of her, it caused her to see Joel less cold than she usually perceived him.

“Isn’t that your girl coming over here?” Maria noted, with her head she pointed towards the direction of Venus who made her way towards the crowd; she was wearing her casual attire but with a jacket as it was quite windy during night.

Isabella looked back to look at her daughter who seemed quite uncomfortable by the masses of people who watched her, “yeah it is,” Isabella softly agreed and gently smiled at Venus to make her adequate in the situation. Isabella was happy that Venus found the enterprise and spirit to come, it was a big step for Venus. “Hello Venus,” Isabella reached for her daughter’s left hand before giving it a soft peck. “I’m happy you found the strength to come.”

Venus blandly but benevolently simpered at her mother and then quietly greeted Isabella who took responsibility to direct Venus to where the other children were.

When Isabella came back to the adults, everyone continued to converse with each other and drink, Maria did have to take Seth back to his home before he created a commotion between other citizens. Isabella wondered if his up-tight behaviour came with old age and wished she never became so rude and coarse like the old man.

Time went past and more people began to head back home with their children until it was Isabella on her own, in front of the fire pit, once again, stuck in her thoughts that overwhelmed her and formed her tense. Found by her eldest, Ivy who must’ve been too tired to remain at the place where the other kids were watching films, Ivy immediately figured that her mother wasn’t as calm as she usually was.

“Mum, let’s go home, Robin and Venus will come on their own.”

Isabella, snapped out of her thoughts once again turned to look at Ivy who had a clutched and concerned expression written all over her face. Isabella moderately nodded her head before she got to her feet and put out the fire then left the area with her child.

The walk home was quiet, and Ivy felt like she would rather stay at her mother’s home this night. Before she left the building where the kids were, she informed Robin and Venus that she was staying over. The girl knew how to read a room, well since they were outside, Ivy knew how to read the tension and she believed it was best to speak about what has happened when they entered the main Rosalind building.

The moment the two stepped into the home, they took off their shoes and hung their coats onto the hooks that were in the foyer. Ivy took a brisk look towards her mother and she seemed less tense than she was when Ivy met her near the fire pit.

Ivy took Isabella’s settled stance as an opening to start speaking, “so what happened?”

Isabella peeked at her oldest child and was quite relieved that Ivy was able to notice her unsettled persona. Isabella didn’t necessarily depend on Ivy for emotional comfort, but Ivy was a great listener and advisor, Isabella guessed it comes easily to children who have to live in this dystopia.

“There’s this man who knows me,” Isabella cheerlessly responded as she plopped herself against the leather sofa in her living room, quickly after, Ivy sat comfortably next to her, ready to listen to what Isabella had to say next, “he knows of me because of my past and what I have done and I fear that he’s going to mention it to Tommy or Maria and have us gone.”

“What part of your past does he know of?” Isabella wondered, examining; it couldn’t have been what they recently been through, word couldn’t have passed around that quick. Yet, with the way Isabella pressed her lips together and held back her tears, the younger woman promptly realised what part of her mother’s past the man must’ve known about. “Alexander,” Isabella gently whispered, her eyes shaded with sorrow and second-hand guilt for what her mother was put through during her younger days.

Ivy wasn’t even supposed to know about Isabella’s past, the information was meant for her ex-husband and Ivy’s biological father, Kai Rosalind, Ivy was caught eavesdropping and was urged to not tell anyone about Isabella’s history and Ivy pledged with her heart.

“Who’s the man?”

“He goes by Seth,” Isabella sighed, still a bit frustrated about the leverage of information the man could hold over her head. “He looks like a typical decaying old man,” Isabella lightly joked and Ivy sauntered at Isabella’s random humour and leaned into the sofa they both sat on.

“Y’know I fought so hard for this,” Isabella wistfully complained, “for us to have a safe environment and a better life, and it’s challenged by the secrets Seth knows,”

Isabella already felt defeated by this man, and Ivy could tell with the way her mother’s shoulders dropped out of despair and discomfiture.

“But everything you have done was to protect yourself, and in the future, you’ve done everything to protect us, your children,” Ivy pointed out, she moved herself closer to her mother as a sign of empathy, “and to protect Venus…”

Isabella sighed and wiped her growing tears with the back of her hands, “let’s move on from this conversation,” Isabella requested while she forced herself to smile as she thought of another subject to convey about, “now tell me what’s been going on with your life? How about that girl Ellie? Something tells me that you like her.”

Ivy couldn’t help but fluster at her mother’s observation, sometimes she wished Isabella wasn’t as alert and keen as she is now. Ivy hurtled her shoulders with an unsure look on her face, “I like her but I don’t know if anything between us would happen.”

“How comes?”

“She has this thing with Dina and Jesse, well Ellie doesn’t like Jesse romantically but he likes her along with Dina, who also likes Jesse, it’s this messy love triangle that I don’t want to be a part of,” as much as Ivy aimed to make herself feel that it didn’t bother her as much, it truly did, she was a teenager and wanted to experience so much stuff and the fact that it’s likely not going to happen because the person she likes doesn’t know to choose for herself.

Isabella morosely gave her daughter a supportive saunter, “but do you still want Ellie?”

Badly, Isabella thought, yet, all she did was shrug, still and all Isabella could see right through her eldest child. Isabella raised both of her eyebrows; she had an expression on her face that told Ivy that she knew what Ivy’s true answer was.

“Only time will tell, Ivy.”

Ivy gently scoffed at Isabella’s response, “do we even have time?”

“In this safe community, yes we do,” Isabella confidently replied, still she failed at keeping Ivy’s hopes up about Ellie. Isabella pulled herself close to Ivy and placed her hand on Ivy’s right knee gently, “trust your mother’s intuition, Ivy, I know there’ll be something.”

Ivy arched the both of her eyebrows, quietly dismissive about her mother’s insight, if something were to happen between the two of Ivy’s hunch was that it’ll most likely end on unstable grounds, and the thought of that made Ivy reluctant about pursuing the girl.

Isabella then looked at the clock that was nailed opposite them in the living room they stayed in, Ivy couldn’t help but notice that her mother was giving this home a homely feeling, something Ivy haven’t felt for years. She was pleased by her mother’s decorative side, in front of them was a low wooden table that Isabella decided to paint white to match the light greyish tone of the leather sofa they plopped themselves on, under the table was a tiny white rug and Isabella could tell that her mother strived for a modern look.

“It’s late, Robin and Venus must be coming soon,” the hour had grown more late and even though the society was claimed to be safe, the other kids knew that their mother still wouldn’t want them wandering around this behind, “it’s time to go to sleep,” Isabella pointed out while Ivy stood up to her feet.

“Night mum,” Ivy bid before she gave her mother a soft hug who then placed a gentle kiss on top of her kin’s head. Appreciative and contended by her mother’s actions, Ivy let go of her mother and made her route to her spare bedroom.

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In keeping with the season, here's Klint and Kazuma's Christmas Orange Showdown from Beauty of Every Kind (AU). Merry Christmas! 🎄🍊

By the time their meal ended, a blanket of white had settled over the world. Barok stared through the drawing room window. If only it had snowed earlier in the week and gathered in a greater volume. He could have taken Iris out of doors to build a snowman. Perhaps even to toss snowballs at one another.

“Professor van Zieks, you really like oranges, don’t you?” Ryunosuke said, hopping out of the way as Klint walked by, a veritable mountain of oranges clasped in his arms. One toppled from the summit and bounced off Ryunosuke’s shirt before it hit the floor and rolled away.

“I certainly do!” Klint said brightly.

“You cannot steal all the oranges, Klint!” Lady Baskerville shouted then sighed, her fingers pressed to her forehead. “This man…”

Kazuma picked up the fallen orange and bounced it lightly in his palm. “You know, I used to eat so many mikan when I was a child I threw up juice.”

Eveline giggled beside him. “Is that really possible?”

“You doubt the truth of my embarrassing story? How sad,” Kazuma said.

“I take it mikan is similar to an orange then,” Lady Baskerville said. “Good thing Klint could not get his hands on those as well. The man is obsessed with citrus.”

“Not all citrus. Just oranges. They are my favourite part of any Christmas meal,” Klint announced as he sat down and dropped the startling vast pile of oranges onto the table in front of him.

“I really liked the roast goose. That was impressive!” Ryunosuke said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bird that big in my life.”

“Imagine how much bigger it was when it still had its head,” Eveline said with a laugh.

“Yeah, kinda like ’Ansom Will,” Gina said.

“Wh—What happened to Hansom Will?” Ryunosuke said, sweat breaking out along his brow.

“Ah, yes, indeed. This was a curious case that I solved most masterfully,” Sholmes declared with a smile.

“No way! I solved that one,” Gregson said.

“You flatter yourself, Inspector,” Sholmes said. “If there is a matter of murder, it is obvious who actually resolved the case most artfully.”

“The guy wot did it said ’e did it to anyone wot would listen,” Gina said with a shrug.

“And you knew these people?” Eveline said, clearly disturbed.

“Yeah. They were on me divin’ routes. One of ‘em once tripped an’ fell on the paper I was usin’ for me bed,” Gina said.

“Oh…” Eveline said, looking unsettled. “Sorry for enquiring about something so painful!”

“It weren’t really painful. I wasn’t sleepin’ on it at the time or anyfin’,” Gina said.

Barok furrowed his brows.

“Anyway! Would you be so kind as to return my sweet orange to me?” Klint said.

Kazuma moved to return it. Abruptly, he halted and rolled his hand into a fist around the fruit in question. “I think I would rather not. After all, I do like these and you already have a whole pantry’s worth to yourself.”

“I am Lord of the Manor, need I remind you?” Klint said.

“And here I thought my father said the van Zieks were kind and obliging to their guests,” Kazuma said.

“You are not my guest. You are essentially family. In which case, I am head of your household as well. So relent that orange into my ownership!” Klint said.

“I am an Asogi. I never back down,” Kazuma said, narrowing his eyes. “It’s not like you can eat all of those anyway.”

“You want to stake a bet upon that, Mr. Asogi?” Klint said, arching a brow.

“This will not end well,” Genshin muttered with a sigh.

“Will they need to be cut open if they gorge themselves too much?” Maria said.

Iris giggled. “Sorry, Mr. Kazy. My Daddy has you beat. He eats an entire grove of oranges every winter.”

“An entire grove? Isn’t that wasteful? For one man alone to clear out an entire supply of fruits,” Susato said.

Barok looked at her quickly. He did not realise she was standing so near to him.

“Oh, how wonderful. You have passed on your talent for ridiculous exaggeration to our darling daughter,” Lady Baskerville groaned.

“Don’t worry, Susato-chan. He’s nothing but hot wind, as all these nobles are. I could certainly eat more oranges than he could,” Kazuma said with mounting intensity.

“Are you challenging me?” Klint said, lifting both brows, a brazen grin on his face.

“Maybe I am,” Kazuma said, his own challenging smirk upon his lips.

Despite their differences in race and appearance, at that moment, the two bore a striking resemblance to one another.

“Mr. Naruhodo! You will be our judge!” Klint declared.

Ryunosuke flinched. “Why me again!?”

“I trust you to be partial,” Klint said.

"Um...don’t you mean that you trust me to be an impartial judge?" Ryunosuke said.

"Not at all!" Klint enthused.

"How quickly you forget...that Ryunosuke is my best friend. If anyone will be judged partially, it's me!” Kazuma stated.

"And how swiftly you forget that I am his superior and very admirable!" Klint said.

“You are entirely mistaken. I am the personage who is truly admired in this room,” Sholmes said.

“Oh yes!” Iris agreed.

“…Betrayed by my own daughter,” Klint muttered. “That is it. I will bear no further insult! I am officially throwing down the gauntlet!” And Klint punctuated his sentence by removing one of his gloves and tossing it onto the floor by Kazuma’s feet.

Kazuma looked at Klint like he was either insane or unintelligent before breaking out into a grin. “I will show you the strength of a samurai’s stomach!”

Then the two set themselves down on the couch and began to divide the oranges. Barok had a feeling this was not going to end well.

And he was right. Kazuma and Klint both ate with a feverish intensity, competing to the brink of discomfort, then pushing boldly past it until both had stinging mouths and straining lungs. Orange peels surrounded them, littered the ground morbidly, and their fingers were stained along the nails.

“Ughhh…” Klint groaned.

“Weak,” Kazuma said before his face twitched with pain.

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johnhughesendings · 2 years

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generation after generation, it is known that the villaloboss are not to be trusted as they lived their entire lives as criminals (although mostly of the petty kind), and worse, they were never smart enough to make money out of it, living their lives in nearly misery as they played tricks to make a buck.

roberto villalobos was no different from the villalobos men in the past, in the poorest part of the city, like the ones before him, he build his life in the old (nearly falling apart) house that belonged to his grandfather before him. never the one to find work (as actual work are for the weak), he made his money by stealing car parts and dealing weed.

anne jones was not that far from roberto. with a deadbeat father and a mother that did not give a damn, she got by working as a waitress or salesclerk, never lasting long as the managers always discovered that money was missing from the cash register.

hence a toxic couple born in hell and that should never procreate was born when anne was eighteen and roberto twenty-three. they were terrible to each other and yet they managed to bring five children to this world. and believe when it is said that there are no people more unfit to be parents than the villalobos.

to say that the villalobos kids were neglected would be to state the obvious. they were often left alone to fend to themselves and never had role models in their lives. roberto left the family two months after the youngest was born, while anne bounced after the dolores turned eighteen and became responsible for the kids.

the villalobos kids have no one else but themselves, together the five of them are incredible flawed, messy and wrong in so many ways, and while they don’t always get along, they are extremely loyal and loving (in their weird and particular ways) to one another. you mess with one, you mess with all.

their life took a turn for the better when dolores was 22 and met her husband, a man who is older and has (a lot of) money to help the family. he is the one that paid for her college and law school, as well helped to clean up the debt the family carried because of their parents. whenever it is needed dolores still bails the family out with money or whatever is needed as she is still in her whole as their caretaker.

while the family is inspired by shameless, it isn’t based on the show, so feel free to take your creative license. because ana de armas isn’t exactly someone who resembles many people and the amount of cuban and cuban-american faces are limited, i am focusing on the fact that she is white (white latina, yes, but still white af), so i will focus on that and not her nationality, which means that the faces chosen to play the villalobos children can be of whatever latin american country they might be, but must be white latinos (if full sibling).

if playing a villalobos ‘bastard’, it will depend on the parent they are related to. roberto is a white latino, so the kids from his side can be mixed latinos, while anne is a white woman, so any ‘bastard’ kid of hers is half white. the ages can be tweaked up or down (even make twins), as long it isn’t too far from the original and lola remains the oldest, and the roles can be switched around as well.

if you are interested let me know!

dolores maria villalobos; 32, the heart. ana de armas, played by lys.

first middle villalobos; 30, the brawler. face claim, played by open.

first middle villalobos; 28, the hellion. face claim, played by open.

first middle villalobos; 26, the dreamer. face claim, played by open.

first middle villalobos; 24, the brain. face claim, played by open.

#ghsitebuzz #ghtask3 #ch: dolores villalobos

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marie-eve-anne · 2 years

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I Start Off Life As Little Miss Perfect

French Empire Lives into the Modern Day AU aka Marie Eve Anne Saga AU

Summary: Marie Eve Anne meets a man she actually likes for once.

If you want to be a girl like me, it’s impossible. Obviously. It’s not like anyone can just be anyone. If you think that’s what I’m talking about, you are so wrong. I meant by if you can be scary and cute at the same time. And also good at almost everything adults throw at you.

Little buggers like me could give you a headache when you stay around long enough. And if you somehow find yourself in these pages, dream on. You have no idea what’s going to happen to you.

Let me introduce myself at first before I start this disaster.

My name is Marie Eve Anne. I am six years old.

For some of you who were definitely wondering, ‘Oh, who's this? Welly's daughter?’ No. This may sound like its rubbish, but it’s real. I am NOT Arthur Wellesley's daughter. I may look like it, but if you zoom in, you can see it. Yeah, yeah, we have the same eyes, but hey, there are a lot of people who have blue-grey eyes.

And why would Arthur have a daughter at that old age? If you think ‘Oh, cool!’ then stop daydreaming.

So anyways, my life began on the 18th of June. Waterloo Day! What a coincidence! My dad was Napoleon Francois Bonaparte, aka the Duke of Reichstadt, Napoleon II, whatever you wanna call him. My mom is Maria Teresa von Rothschild, and she was a rich Jewish lady. Like, THE RICHEST.

Dad couldn't get away from court, and Mom was busy with her family. So their relationship resembled Hades and Persephone, if it's not obvious. I had to stay with my dad in Vienna, since surprise! I am the granddaughter of Napoleon Bonaparte himself. Any crazy royalist or republican would have eyes on me and my father the moment we get out of the city. At least we could walk around Vienna outside Schönbrunn Palace.

Today, it was the 3rd of December. It wasn't snowing as heavily as Russia, but it was snowing. I felt the cold coming in. Currently, it was past sunset, but the streetlights around Vienna were illuminating the snow very well, so I could see it. Snowflakes were pouring down from the sky, forming light mounds of snow. I was watching this from a hall balcony. I'd rather not go to another one of those boring balls by my caretakers. What does a kid like me have to do there? I would just fade into the background, since I had nothing to do. Unlike the adults who somehow find enjoyment in being completely stale. Don't talk to me about my grandma. She opts to stay in her lovely house in Parma, where she has no idea how disliked she is.

It's been at least fifteen minutes after the ball started. The hall was starting to get noisy. And there I singlehandedly ruined a party by not being there in the first place. Talk about absence. If I'm there, they'll just ignore me. If I'm not, chaos erupts. I am the useless organ in the human body, yet some people make a fuss about it if its not there. You might think, Oh, poor girl! Don't pity me. I'm used to this. Ever since I was three, I've been ignored.

Anyway, there were these two soldier men who usually stood guard at the doors, were off looking for me. It was like they were blind or near-sighted, because I was at a close window, but these two were frantically running around like idiots looking for an elephant. I was four feet tall. Anyone clear-sighted could see me there. It was becoming annoying, so I whistled. They immediately turned around. "You were looking for me?"

"Ah, yes! The Chancellor was looking for you!" One of them said. I was feeling like he'll come right in front of me. He's going to say: "Now, what are you doing?" In his stupid voice I don't want to hear. Even though he's agreeable, I can't help but not like him, at all.

After a few minutes of waiting, that man finally came down the hall. He appeared in formal attire, his hair styled perfectly, and even though it was so short, it didn't need all of that fancy styling powdered wigs had. And also, those things are outdated. Does he want his head lopped off? He was conservative, so it will be eventually, I think.

"Now, what are you doing?" Called it.

"Watching the snow." I answered him softly. This man's good side was most definitely the best thing you want out of this whole city, aside from my grandparents' money.

"Aside from that, why are you not at the ball tonight?"

I answered accordingly. "I prefer to look at the snow and stars tonight." I wasn't lying. I really did prefer looking at snow than attending a party where I can't possibly exist. "But you belong there tonight. Archduchess Sophie is looking for you as well." Oh yes. Archduchess Sophie. Aside from being there for her children, she was also there for her guests. Mostly guests. And also, are trying to gaslight me?

"Where is she?" I asked.

"Still in the ballroom. Looking for you." As if I'd believe that. She's probably entertaining guests. "May we then?" I held his arm, and we walked back to the ballroom.

The music was the only thing in the ballroom that was fine to me. It might've looked extravagant. Pretty. To you and I. If only it wasn't ruined by the number of shallow nobles around, who think their position is totally natural and they don't have to work for their lives to be perfect. Another reason why I don't like parties. Who wants to be stuck in a room with too many idiots? But then I noticed the absurd amount of people waiting near the main door. Was someone coming?

"Ah, there you are, my darling!" She was trying to be sweet with me. Emphasis on trying.

"What's the occasion? Why is everyone standing so close to the door?" She smiled, though I could tell that she was trying to be civil. Because she doesn't smile much. Sophie held my hand. "Someone special is visiting. We're lucky we found you early!" Says the woman who let me wander around on my own to watch the snow.

After this conversation, the doors opened. The crowd stayed silent, while the music continued. There was an old man in the middle. He was old, but he looked strong enough for one. An army man, I think. Looking closer, he had blue-gray eyes, sharp but intelligent. They looked tired, almost. "Who is he?" I asked Sophie.

"My, it is the Duke of Wellington! He's come to Vienna." I felt stupid.

I saw his portraits, when he was way younger. Despite his old age, though, something about it felt kind of sad. Yeah, I know, growing old sucks, but there was also the tinge of unhappiness floating around the air. Sophie, along with Metternich and I, greeted the Duke formally. Nobody but me could then ask the next question. I was a kid, so sue me.

"Who are you?" I meant by his name, not his title.

"My name?" He asked. Wow. He picked up quick.

"Arthur's my name. You may call me that, if you wish." As he said so, he looked a little lonelier. Now that I see his eyes closer, he looked even more so. His eyes were sad and kind of empty, as if he just stared into the depths of despair.

"Your name, darling?"

"Eve." I said shortly. I always preferred to be called by my middle name. Seems more honest.

"Eve is your name, dear?" He didn't clearly hear me, I think. He was old, after all.

"Yes, sir." I politely responded.

This conversation would've been longer if it weren't for a man named Metternich. "Perhaps we should converse, Your Grace?"

"Ah, yes. What is it?"

"Why have you come to Vienna in such short notice?"

His eyes shifted from sad to glad. "My friend, Sir Arbuthnot, has told me my tiredness taking its toll. A vacation to Vienna would most certainly be ideal." What? Because I was here?

I ignored the rest of that conversation, and just stood idly in the ballroom. There wasn't anything to do at all. But now that I'm here, I can't get out because of Sophie. Still, I wanted to meet that man again. He was looking down at me the whole time.

Someone apparently sent me a letter after the ball. It said:

"It has been of curious intent, and it is most certainly unruly. I wish to see you in private. The northern wing. The corridors you were watching through. Metternich had told me.

-Sir Arthur Wellesley"

Huh. That's strange. He referred to himself as his own name. Maybe he was being friendly, since I was a child, after all. I wanted to come, of course. But maybe this man thought I could get away by myself.

This was perhaps the kick-start of my new life. How? He wanted to talk.

#marie eve anne #arthur wellesley #duke of wellington #klemens von metternich #european history #historical fanfic

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simpforboys · 3 years

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boxer

she/her pronouns

summary: y/n is with vinnie every step of the way for his big night; the boxing match

warnings: anxiety, fluff, slight angst (?), swearing

beginning is inspired by emikmr!

“owwww.” vinnie whined.

“how are you about to go into a boxing ring and complain about your hair being braided?” y/n asked as she weaved her fingers through his blond hair.

“shut up.” vinnie whispered, a goofy grin on his face. he was in one of his favorite spots, not that he would ever say it out loud. letting his head rest in between his girlfriend's thighs always cheered him up.

his hands rubbed up and down her calves as he kissed her knee gently. “stop that tickles.” she whispered.

“tickles, hm? how are you wearing jeans and saying it tickles?” he retorted her previous question.

“you can't use my own words against me.” she playfully rolled her eyes, tying hair ties on the braids.

“i can do whatever, baby.” he grinned at her pressing more kisses to her knees.

“so handsome.” she complimented, watching as he began to stand up.

“thank you.” he kissed her cheek, grabbing her hand as the ref came over.

“i'm here to explain what's going to happen and rules.” he said. maria, nate, and reggie walked over to their son.

“you're gonna do great, baby. i am so so so proud of you no matter what, okay?” y/n told vinnie. she could sense his nerves as he practiced his hits and dodging.

“thank you. i'm just so- i don't even know. a walking ball of anxiety?” he dropped his hands as he sat down on the couch behind him in defeat.

y/n knew exactly how he was feeling, because she was feeling the exact same. not knowing what the out come is going to be, not knowing how bad he can get hurt; scared the shit out of her. but he didn't need to hear that right now.

y/n fought back her tears as she moved to sit on his lap. his arms immediately wrapped around her as she pushed his head up to look at her.

“i love you, vincent. so much. you have been training so hard for this and i know you've got this.” she comforted him.

“i'm so lucky to have you.” he pressed his lips against hers. she kissed him back gently, cherishing the moment.

“hacker, you're up.”

y/n walked with reggie to their seats, their passes bouncing as they walked. “i’m so fucking nervous.” y/n let out a breath.

“me too. but no matter what, he's gonna do good.”reggie agreed.

y/n nodded when the lights dimmed softly.

fousey grabbed the microphone, coughing slightly. “things are now about to heat up. representing team tik tok in the blue corner, vinnie hacker!”

the pain theme song rang throughout the stadium as vinnie walked. he radiated this powerful energy, it was amazing to see him go from nervous teenager to this badass man.

y/n cheered and clapped loudly, as was maria, both women proud of their boy.

fousey announced deji when vinnie got settled into the ring and y/n felt her stomach turn over. her heart was pounding and she suddenly felt sick. deji looked cool as fuck.

deji arrived to the ring and the ref reminded them of some ground rules. the bell rung to signal round 1 of 5 began.

the men immediately met in the middle, deji getting some good swings and hits on vinnie. the blond got backed into the ropes as he blocked himself from getting hit.

vinnie got a good hit on deji before he got backed into the corner. deji wrapped his arms around vinnie, blocking either of them from swinging. the ref broke them up.

“oh my god, he keeps getting stuck in the corner.” y/n pointed out. the entire stadium was filled with cheers and screams.

vinnie goes to swing but deji ducked.

“fuck!”y/n groaned.

they go at it again until vinnie accidentally fell into the ropes. he looked at deji like ‘wtf?’

“did deji push him?” maria asked.

“no, i think he fell into it.” reggie said.

as round 2 began vinnie started hitting more shots, getting more familiar with how deji hits. vinnie was back against the ropes as he went to swing, his arm got caught.

y/n grinned as the men touched gloves once more.

the bell rung signaling the round ended. y/n watched as vinnie walked back to his corner, listening to what his trainer was telling him. she noticed how he looked around though, almost like he was trying to find someone.

the couple locked eyes as y/n smiled proudly at him. holding up 2 thumbs, she mouthed, you can do it baby.

round 3 started and as vinnie approached deji, he kept backing up. deji fell to his knee as vinnie backed away.

“no way.” reggie tells y/n.

deji got an 8 count before the two met again in the middle. it was obvious deji was losing momentum as vinnie got him into a corner, hitting him before the ref separated them and gave deji another standing 8 count.

y/n was screaming at the top of her lungs now, watching as vinnie took control and brought deji back into a corner. vinnie kept going at it until the ref called it.

vinnie won.

maria, nate, reggie, and y/n jumped into a big group hug. “he fucking won!” maria yelled.

y/n was sobbing, tears of happiness and from her pent up anxiety. vinnie was smiling widely as he walked around the ring.

“i told you. i told you.” vinnie said to fousey.

maria and y/n wiped their tears as vinnie talked to deji. when fousey gathered the two fighters again, he announced vinnie as the winner.

y/n's mascara was probably running now. she was beyond proud of her boy as he walked back over to deji, comforting him.

her throat hurt as she continued screaming, feeling maria bring her into a hug.

vinnie finished up his interview, jumping down into the crowd. he walked over to his girlfriend, seeing her puffy eyes and running makeup.

“why are you crying, baby?” he asked with a laugh as he brought her into a tight embrace.

“i'm so fucking proud of you.” she whispered, her voice lost as she kissed him hard.

vinnie took more praise from his family and people as they began walking backstage. y/n was holding onto her boyfriend, letting him guide everyone. her ‘team hacker’ sweatshirt was probably sweaty from all the jumping she was doing.

when they finally got a moment alone, they hugged again tightly. “you did so good. holy shit my voice.”she said.

vinnie laughed. “i love you so much, baby. i couldn't have done that without you supporting me every step of the way.” he told her, kissing her once more.

with her voice practically gone she could only show her affection through touch. “i love you, vinnie.”

“shhh, save your throat from the pain. you were cheering that loud for me?” he grinned, peppering her face with kisses.

“i have to support my boy. i always will support you.” she told him. vinnie grinned, a sparkle in his eyes.

“thank you.”

“and yes, you will get victory sex. just let my throat recover for a little.”she joked.

“yes!” vinnie threw his hands up into the air making y/n laugh loudly.

#vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker oneshot #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker #vincent hacker

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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My Fire was Fate With You

Vices Assemble: Part VI/?

Pairing: warlord!Carol Danvers x fem!reader

Words: ~2.1k

Summary: Carol really needs you while she deals with another thief problem.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal fingering, f receiving oral sex, public sex, exhibitionism, mentions of penetrative sex with a toy), slightly above canon level violence, these two are very into their wealth but it’s a little endearing, some gore, marijuana use, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: It has been so long since I’ve done this series but I’m back!! I will admit that Carol and her little art smuggler GF are the hardest for me to write for in this universe, primarily because I love them and don’t want to add a bunch of conflict into their lives, while that is not the case with our other relationships. But now I’ve got a whole arc planned so we’ll see if I can update this more often 🤞🏻

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Carol rubbed her fingers against her temple as she listened to Yon prattle on, already sick of listening to him. It was painfully obvious this asshole thought he could coast by on his good looks and charm, never mind that he was shit at his job.

Maria was giving her a sympathetic and annoyed look from where she was leaning against the wall, rolling her eyes when he implied that he was the only one who could handle the dock shipments now that she was expanding into more markets. God what an ass.

All she wanted was to see you. Sometimes she hated having to do this shit, as much as she loved the money and being able to spoil you like you fucking deserved. But dealing with all the chauvinist assholes who thought they could do a better job, or called her sweetheart like she was a stupid child even when she was the one with the fucking connections and ambition to actually get this shit done, well, it just made her want to shoot something.

The dumbass was trying to tell her that she needed to relax about all her security concerns when there was a small commotion from the door, a smile spreading over Carol’s face when you slammed it open and gave a disbelieving smirk over your shoulder as you finished rolling a beautiful looking joint.

“What the fuck is up with that new moron?” You didn’t even look at Yon as you walked to Carol’s desk, giving Maria a wink and a grin before sitting in front of Carol and handing her the joint while you pulled out your lighter. “Said this was a business meeting and that you didn’t have time to deal with me and my sweet little pussy.”

“I’m sorry, what the fuck did your man say to my fiancée?” Carol frowned over your shoulder at Yon as she traced her fingers over your thigh, trying not to smile at the sudden look of discomfort that came over his face.

“First off, you do not get to call me your fiancée until you actually get me a fucking ring, and do the Pinterest proposal.” You took the joint back from her after she took a pull, resting your foot on the arm of her chair and purring when she pressed her lips to the inside of your knee. “Second, don’t have to worry about that asshole mouthing off again for a while. Think he’s gonna be nursing his balls for a bit.”

“Alright, who is this… person?” You snorted at Yon obviously struggling to not call you a bitch, spreading your legs wider and tucking the joint between your teeth with a sigh when Carol brushed her fingers over the soft lace of your panties. “And why does she think she’s allowed to discipline my men?”

“Yes I suppose I should introduce you.” Carol bit softly at the inside of your thigh as she dipped her fingers under your panties, drawing them slowly over your slit until they were coated in your slit then swirling them over your clit as you hummed softly. “Yon, this is Y/N, Y/N, Yon.”

“Ah, the thief, right?” You grinned when he spluttered with rage at the accusation, biting your lip when Carol finally slid a finger inside you after being a fucking tease for so long. “Shit, did I get ahead of you, baby?”

“You did, but that’s fine.” Carol leaned back in her chair as she kept curling her middle finger inside you, flicking your clit with her thumb and crossing her own legs as she moved her gaze back to Yon with annoyance. “Was getting sick of his talking anyway. You wanna tell me why none of your numbers line up, Yon?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He shifted in his seat as he glared at the two of you, trying not to get distracted by the way you started rolling your hips into Carol’s hand when she slid in a second finger.

“I’m talking about why you’re showing each of the shipments that you’ve supervised coming in as being short, but you’re still trying to get money from me for the full haul. Right there, baby?” She gave you a wicked grin when you dropped your head back and whined, lewd wet squelches filling the office as she started stroking your sweet spot furiously. “And somehow, suddenly able to buy yourself a fucking Ferrari. So please, explain.”

The moron tried to stammer out some half assed explanation as Carol bent forward to lick your pussy, swirling her tongue around your clit until she felt you throb against her face then pressing a filthy kiss to your swollen bud. You moaned when she sucked it into her mouth, letting your legs fall open even further when she slid in a third ringed finger and started fucking you with her hand at the same time.

“So you see, it’s really nothing.” That smarmy asshole was grinning like he thought he was going to get away with it, at least until Maria came over and slapped the photos on the desk in front of him.

“So that’s not you meeting with some New York asshole last week?” She only disconnected from you for a second then dove right back in, curling her fingers inside you and sucking hard until your whole body vibrated as you let out a sharp gasp. “That’s a good girl, mmm, you needed it, huh baby?”

“Always do.” You winked at her when she gave your pussy one more kiss, blowing out the last drag of the joint before tamping it out as she turned her full attention back to the dumbass who was looking like he was thinking of doing something stupid.

“I’m waiting, Yon.” Carol rested her ringed fingers on your thigh as she cocked her head at him, tapping her fingers with irritation while you nudged her knee with the toe of your pump.

“Fucking upjumped cunt, I don’t have to put up with this shit.” He reached under his jacket and pulled out his .38.

Carol just frowned when he pointed the weapon at her, shaking her head when Maria moved like she was going to intervene. You just rolled your eyes and grabbed the letter opener, stabbing it right through the hand that was holding the gun until he let out a shocked scream.

“Quit playing with him Carol.” You shook your head at her when she laughed softly, grabbing the revolver and tossing it away as you scowled half heartedly. “I’ve got plans for us, baby, you’ve been doing this for so long.”

“Alright, can’t say no to you, pretty girl.” She gave you a quick kiss when you curled over her, turning a tired frown back to Yon as he shivered with rage and glared between her and the blade stuck through his hand. “Well, I did think about potentially letting you off easy if you were willing to talk, but then you had to call me a cunt and pull a fucking gun and well…”

She pulled out her Desert Eagle and leveled it at his head, giving him a second to try to blurt out a plea before she pulled the trigger. You swore when the body slumped forward onto the desk, jumping off and staring daggers at your girlfriend as you took in the blood that was splattered all over your dress.

“Goddamn it Carol, this is Tom Ford!” You batted her away when she tried to soothe you, ignoring her shit eating grin and huffing indignantly while Monica made the call for a clean up crew. “What have I told you about head shots when I’m that close? I have nice shit, I don’t want to have to keep replacing it just because you have a hard on for exploding skulls.”

“Baby, I’m sorry.” She finally managed to trap your wrists and pulled you close as she stood up, pressing her lips to your cheek as you pouted. “What if I buy you that Versace you’ve been eyeing to make up for it? I just want you to be pretty, sweet girl.”

“The Versace and the Monique Lhullier.” You let her give you a peck on the lips as she nodded grudgingly, twirling your fingers through hers before pulling back and grinning. “Fine, I forgive you. I’m gonna go change while you take care of this. Meet me back at the house in ninety minutes. Any later and I’m gonna be pissed.”

She just waved at you as you sauntered out of her office, trying not to look too moony eyed after you before she turned back to Maria, who was giving her a very indulgent smirk.

“What?” She smiled back at Maria as the two of them moved to find a tarp. “Did you book the Plaza for us this weekend?”

“Yeah. You sure you want to do it in Manhattan?”

“It’s her hometown.” Carol shrugged when they started rolling up the body. “Wanna make sure it’s special.”

She managed to make it home in the allotted time, slightly exhausted from having to deal with the cleaners but ready to relax. Hopefully you were just wanting to stay in tonight, she didn’t think she had the energy to go anywhere.

“Baby?” The house was a little dark when she walked in, frowning a little and checking her watch to make sure she hadn’t gotten her timing wrong. “Where are you?”

“On the terrace.”

You didn’t sound upset, which was good. All she wanted was to order in and snuggle with you for the rest of the night. She was so over dealing with these assholes who thought they could walk all over her, maybe she would take Thor and the Brooklyn boys up on their offer for more muscle, though that could possibly end up compounding the problem.

When she walked onto the terrace she froze. It was covered in candles and orchids, the sunset streaking the sky in beautiful pinks and oranges as you lounged on the chaise and grinned wickedly at her.

“Hi baby.” You set a small velvet Bvlgari box on the table in front of you and she let out a deep sigh. “I told you, Pinterest proposal.”

“Christ.” She ran a hand over her face and grinned at you. “How long have you been planning this?”

“Like a week.” You shrugged as she walked closer to you, popping the box open and grinning even wider when she cursed at the sight of the Serpenti ring. “Just had to work out a good time to nick this.”

“Oh my god, of course you stole it.” She laughed and grabbed the ring from you, peppering kisses all over your face before sliding it onto her left ring finger. “Guess we can’t Gram this, then.”

“Nope, but look how good it looks on you.” You frowned when she got up and started walking back into the house. “Danvers? What the fuck are you doing?”

“One second!” When she came back she was holding a velvet box of her own, plopping next to you on the lounge and laughing when you snatched it out of her hand with a squeal. “You ruined my surprise, I booked the Plaza and everything.”

“Damn, well we can still go to New York, it’s been so long.” You opened the box and squeaked again, popping the yellow diamond on your finger and cooing. “Eight fucking carats, good job baby.”

“So, can I call you my fiancée now?” She nuzzled into your throat and purred, smiling when you tangled your fingers through her hair and wrapped yourself around her.

“You sure can.” You hummed when she nipped at your jaw, rolling your body under her as she started drawing your skirt over your hips. “Wait, Carol, I got the special double sided cock out to celebrate. We should go to the bedroom.”

“In a minute.” She brought her face back up and rested her forehead against yours. “First, I’m gonna drown in my fiancée’s sweet little pussy.”

“Yeah, ok.” You beamed when she started kissing her way down your chest. “Fiancée.”

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