#Henry Cavill x black female character

[cardierreh15]

Zeus Lament

Hold on to your fucking seats y’all! Things get messy! Both for good and for bad!

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Warnings 18+: Angst , Dub-Con Sex , Mind-Control/Mental Manipulation , Infidelity , Mentions of Cheating , Domestic Violence situation , Blood (Golden Celestial) , Nipple Stimulation , Cursing , Spitting , Breeding Kink , Oral (Female Receiving) , Death . PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!

Pairings: Zeus/Walter Marshall x Angela's (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: A terrible storm is approaching the city, wonder what could possibly be the cause?

Word Count: 5.8K

Song: Only RY X , Call out my name by The Weeknd.

The man sat across from his wife as she ate her fill and sipped on her wine. Everything but her beauty, disgusted him. But lately, even that was faltering. She was evil, jealous and spiteful. The infamous; Goddess of Marriage herself, Hera. 

‘You are quiet today husband.’ She said blandly as she took another sip of her wine to wash down the food in her throat. 

A reluctant smirk curled on his lips before he glanced away and shook his head. A small, hysterical chuckle left his lips before he rested his elbows on the golden table and rested his face in his palms. 

‘You speak to me as if you don’t know what you’ve done, wife.’ The word had poison behind it. It was no secret that Zeus had a loathe over his wife that no man or immortal had ever seen. Some would say with great reason! She’d proved herself to be murderous and invidious on many occasions. 

But, Zeus wasn’t in the right either. 

Sleeping around with mortals in different disguises to hide his true form; impregnating and soiling the oats that have been left untamed thousands of years ago. 

Perhaps, he’d driven her over the edge that she couldn’t retract from. 

Hera peeled her eyes away from her plate of food and glared up at her indignant husband. She tilted her head to the side gently, ‘What is it now, Zeus? You’re angry about that little “accident” that you’ve created? Many of what you’ve called them yourself.’ 

Zeus slammed his palm on the golden plated table, standing up to his feet with a baleful scowl written across his dramatic features. ‘THEY WERE MY CHILDREN!’

‘Your children are here!’ Hera spat hatefully. She had no remorse, no regret. ‘On Olympus where they belong. Not with those disgusting mongrels you call humans. Such a pathetic excuse for creations. Just like-’

‘I’d watch my next words, woman.’ His face, carved into perfection like stone and marble. Zeus stood up straight and swallowed hard. 

She stared back up at him, not breaking the glare. ‘Why do you do it? Why do you constantly put me  through this Zeus? Do you think I want to act the way I do? Do you think I thrive off of being bitter and hateful?! I am only this way because you made me this way!’ 

‘No, you only do this because you don’t give a damn about nobody but yourself!’ 

Hera grimaced and slowly stood to her feet, scooting her throne back behind her. ‘Selfish?! While I SIT HERE AND YOU GO OUT AND FROLIC ABOUT BETWEEN THE THIGHS OF THOSE VILE CREATURES!’ Golden tears filled her bright blue orbs. ‘I sit here and I wait for you, ZEUS!’

‘FOR WHAT!?’ he snapped back. Thunder began to roar beyond the walls. ‘DONT YOU UNDERSTAND?! I don’t want you! I haven’t wanted you in centuries! I only married you in the first place because it was a power move. You were a mistake–’

‘Mistake?! Zeus-’ 

‘You will address me as your King.’ He placed his hands on the table and peered across, ‘I won’t stop, Hera. I will not stop until I have found happiness and created a demi-God army of my own.’

‘Zeus-’

‘YOU WILL NOT STOP ME HERA!’ He exclaimed with great disdain in his voice. He began to round the table slowly, his golden heeled sandals clicking and echoing within the walls. 

Hera snatched up the golden blade she’d used to cut into her roasted goose. 

As soon as she found a good grip around the handle, he’d snatched her up by her throat looking down into her eyes. 

‘Ugh!’ She exclaimed at the sudden roughness. Golden tears had fallen down the sides of her face. 

‘If you interfere with my affairs again, My Queen.’ The word burned the back of his throat. Oh he’d do anything to strip her from that title. Hell, he really did hate her enough to kill her himself. She’d taken so much away from him. 

‘I will kill you… do you understand?’ 

Hera turned her gaze away from him, but he tightened up his grasp. 

Her lips trembled as she looked up into his stormy eyes. ‘You wouldn’t dare…’ she choked out. 

‘Then you don’t know me the way you think you do.’ He added monitorily. His warnings always went undone. Leaving ample room for Hera to continue to disobey him. 

He shoved her away from him before the both of them heard the small call of their youngest daughter, Hebe. 

‘Mama?’

She looked over at the massive golden doors that were cracked open. There she spotted the little face of the tiny goddess. Hera cleared her throat and put on her best smile, ‘Hebe. Darling-’ She approached her with open arms. 

The young one pushed the door open a little further before running towards her mother who was now on her knees. 

‘You’re supposed to be resting my sweet.’ 

‘I couldn’t sleep, mama.’ 

Zeus watched the mother speak to their daughter before he quickly spun off and walked towards the second set of double doors. 

***

The dark clouds loomed up above. Lightning bolts scattered across the sky like veins. The wind blew hard enough to almost tear her apartment building off of the support beams! 

Storms were quite the norm where Angela was from. The lightning capital of the world, Tampa, Florida. She’d lived through countless hurricanes and tropical storms. 

The news measured it out to be a tropical storm, the first one of the season. But something about this particular storm was different than the rest. 

Thunder shook the floor beneath her feet, causing her to stop in her tracks and wait for it to calm down. Angela had never been so anxious during a storm. Hell, this was her favorite kind of weather! But she had a gut feeling something bad was going to happen. 

The woman ripped open the big bag of ice and poured it into the cooler. Then, she began to stock perishable snacks and foods inside of it. 

Once she was done, she did a head count of her 5 gallon dispenser jugs, found her waterproof flashlight with batteries and made sure she had candles.

Angie placed her hands on her hips and gave herself a firm nod, ‘Alright! What could possibly go wrong?’ Another vociferous thunder clap erupted outside, causing lightning to flicker inside of her apartment. Then, the lights flickered off. 

The power died, causing an eerie silence to fill the air. ‘Dammit, running my mouth. I just fucked the whole building.’ She rolled her eyes and picked up her phone. The battery was on 11%. ‘What?!’ She exclaimed as she looked at the charger adaptor that had never been plugged up into the wall. 

‘You’ve got to be shitting me.’ 

She turned on the light on her phone and loaded up the flashlight with batteries and put her phone on Low Power Mode. Clicking the power on the flashlight. She walked down the hall to the electric breaker and pulled it open. 

Shining the light on the labeled switches, she shifted them to the side one and then back to their original places. But nothing. She assumed whatever generator the apartments management used had gone to shit. 

‘Cheap fucks’ she hissed before the flashlight began to flicker. ‘Uh uh! No, no!’ She began to bang on it, hoping it would keep its power but when it died, she let out a heavy huff. ‘Dammit.’

Angela walked back into the kitchen and began to light candles. 

Once the apartment was decorated with artificial light, she walked into her bedroom and took off her dress. 

She walked over to her dresser, lightning taking its own place in her room this time. Again, thunder followed. Not able to stand the blinding brightness, she walked over to the patio doors to close them. But what she saw in her backyard frightened her. 

Air lodged in her throat so she was unable to breathe out or in, she stared at the tall, dark figure that stood in the grass. Heavy, slanted rain blurred out its features but by the size of its shoulders, it had to be a man. 

Whatever the hell it was… it was massive. 

‘Close. The blinds. Angela. Close the blinds.’ She choked before quickly pulling the stick to the side and twisting them closed. 

Stumbling backwards, she let out a shuddered breath. She was afraid to walk to the kitchen and grab her phone; having the slightest belief that somehow the uncanny being would find its way inside without any aid. 

So, she just sat on the bed and stared. 

‘Wooo. It’s OK. Ain’t nobody gonna come out here in this rain…’ she uttered to herself and pulled her comforter back and tucked her chilly legs beneath. 

Every once in a while she would toss and turn. But she always brought her attention back to the blinds. Her anxiety wouldn’t let her rest for a while, until she just closed her eyes and counted. 

*** 

Zeus stood in the shadows of her bedroom. Lightning flickering across his face as he watched the mortal woman sleep soundly. Her soft snores could barely be heard over the rain that beat down against the glass slide door. 

Stepping from the safety of the darkness, Zeus crept over to her bed. His fingertips grazed atop the silky, bronze colored sheets. Once he made it to her, his bright blue eyes searched her face. 

She was a beauty to behold. Full lips, skin brown as cherry wood. Lashes so thick they almost looked like paint brushes. Then, it was her hair. Sprawled out beneath her it was coily and thick. He leaned down carefully, nuzzling his nose within the warmth of her hair. He inhaled deeply, slowly. Taking in her scent. She smelled of Rosemary and Lavender. Two scents he could get lost in forever. 

Pulling away, he grazed his pointy nose over her wide one before gently pressing his lips against hers. Letting his lips settle there, his mustache and beard tickled her chin and nose. Causing her to stir out of her sleep. 

Angela’s dark brown eyes flashed open to see the intruder with a beard and thick dark curly hair hovering over her. Her first reaction was to scream but instead Zeus had tricks of his own. 

‘Shhh, don’t scream.’ 

Her eyes reflected once in gold as she inhaled so hard she thought her head would explode. 

Zeus’ eyes continued to roam her face before traveling down to her neck and then the valley of her breasts. 

‘Wh-who are you? What are you doing in my apartment?’ Angela’s voice was rugged and shaky. But she was careful not to be too loud. 

‘Something you would never be able to comprehend mortal woman.’ His voice was much gentler than how he spoke to Hera just a few days before. 

His eyes broke from her gaze as he carefully ran his palm over her silky flesh; starting from her belly to her thighs but also pulling the blanket off in the process. Revealed onto him was her half naked body, dressed in a white sports bra and matching thong. 

Angela flinched at his cool touch, quickly shifting her hips away from him. ‘Don’t touch—‘ 

‘Don’t fight me.’ He hissed as thunder shook the apartment once again. 

Just like before, she followed his command willingly. She just laid there with tears in her eyes as his large hands began to caress her chubby thighs. ‘Wh-what are you g-gonna do to me?’ Angela stammered. 

‘Anything I please…’ he licked his lips as he looked up at her once again. She was silently sobbing. Tears falling into place of the last on the sides of her head. His thick brows pulled into one before he leaned back over her once again, ‘Oh my sweet one… don’t cry.’ 

Her sobs instantly stopped. 

‘Don’t you know how lucky you are? How special you are?’ Zeus brought his hand up and smooth out her cheek with his knuckles. Then, his index grazed her bottom lip. ‘You don’t have to be scared of me… I won’t hurt you.’

‘I—I have a boyfriend.. we’ve been dating for 3 years and—‘ she lied. ‘And-and he’ll be here soon!’ 

‘Oh? In this weather?’ Zeus said softly as he gently pinched her chin. ‘How romantic or jus plain stupid.’ He purred softly. ‘Tell me sweetheart, have you ever fuck a God?’ 

Angela’s eyes grew slightly, his words rocking her core, ‘N-‘

‘I didn’t think so… you see Angel. You need someone who’s gonna take care of you. In more ways than just… one.’ His index dropped to the valley of her breasts. 

A God?! What the hell was a God doing in her apartment? And why her out of all people? 

‘A God? There’s no way—‘ 

Zeus stared down into her eyes, his eyes flickering a bright gold for a second before fading back to their stormy blue. 

‘Oh my—‘ 

‘Zeus…’ 

Angela stared up at him; her eyes were a cauldron of fear, disbelief, and slight adoration. She had never seen something— something so graceful. So beautiful. ‘B-but why me?’ 

‘Well isn’t it obvious my little love? I have been watching you for weeks. That little inkling you felt of being watched.. It was me. I have been in your corner. You have enough beauty to my own daughter to shame.’ 

Aphrodite would not like that at all. She was much like her mother. Scorned to hell.

‘You’ve been stalking me?!’ 

‘Stalking, watching? Call it whatever you’d like. Fact of the matter is … you’re mine.’ 

His words nestled within her soul, causing whatever frightened feeling she had left to dissipate. In an instant, she felt protected. Perhaps it was his magic, controlling her mind and messing with her chemical imbalances. Whatever it was… it made her feel good. 

Zeus leaned down once again, lips almost touching hers. ‘Let me have you.’ 

Closing her eyes, ‘Yes.’ She uttered before parting her lips to welcome him in a kiss. 

Without another moment wasted, Zeus took her lips into his. He slithered his thick tongue into her mouth as his hand slithered down between her thighs. He grasped the thin fabric into his fist and tugged it; instantly tearing it to shreds. 

Angela’s fingers instantly found their way in his soft thick, dark locks which seem never ending. She barely noticed the absence of her panties until he was pushing her thighs part. The warmth from ecstasy was keeping her warm until he pressed his cold fingertips against her sensitive nub. 

‘Ooh.’ She gasped softly, her hips buckling for a second. ‘Cold.’

‘Forgive me little love.’ He began to rub at her core before slipping his middle and ring inside of her sticky entrance. 

Angela shuddered out in a moan, goosebumps prickling all over her skin, nipples hardening against her thin bra. 

She ripped her eyes away from his haunting gaze and looked down to watch him knead her from the inside out. She gripped the sheets beneath her. Her chest caving in as she tried to breathe through the pleasure. She wanted so badly to do something with her legs, kick and flail them about but she was still under his command. Don’t fight me. 

‘Ugh!’ She exclaimed as Zeus curled his fingers up and toyed with her G-spot. 

A wicked grin curled on his face as he watched her writhe and buck her hips into his embrace. He pressed his forehead against hers. 

Angela opened her mouth to speak but her words instantly became gibberish and a bed of incoherent moans. 

‘If you want it my sweet, all you have to do is ask.’ 

She felt her lower belly twist and knot, causing her thighs to clench as she felt her climax creeping up. It felt so close yet, so far. Wait, was he controlling that?! 

‘Can I — can I cum, please?’ She placed her hand on his shoulder, her nails gently digging into it through the cloth of his shirt. 

Zeus chuckled menacingly, ‘As you wish.’ 

His words were like some kind of invisible trigger, she was the chemical reaction that shifted the bullet in place and fired off the gunpowder. 

Angela inhaled hard before a satisfied scream erupted from her lungs. Her head fell back against her plush pillow, body trembling as she tried to comprehend that kind of intensity. 

He finally pulled his fingers from the warm home of her. ‘I can provide you with so much more. Would you like that?’ His sticky fingers grazed her neck. 

‘Yes. I-I need you.’ 

That stomach twisting smile curled up once again against his beard. He was to die for. 

Zeus stood up, bringing her small hand in his grasp and bringing her up to her feet. Her legs wobbly from the previous assault on her womb and cunt. 

‘Then you have me, my little love.’ 

He towered over her like a mountain. Him sitting on her bed made him seem so much smaller that way. Zeus leaned down, pressing his lips against hers once more as his clothes disappeared. 

She wrapped her arms around his wide frame as he pulled her chubby body against toned muscles. Angela pulled away from the kiss. Her big brown eyes trailed from his face to his shoulders, and abdomen. ‘Wow…’ her hands slipped from his shoulders and down his abdomen. ‘You’re really… real.’

‘As real as you are my love.’ 

She wasn’t expecting a God, no— the infamous King Of Gods to be so… kind. History made him out to be a spineless shithead. But this being before him was everything but that. 

Or was that what he was making her think? 

‘Lay back. Get comfortable.’ 

Following his command, Angela sat back down on her bed and laid back against her pillows. 

Zeus stood at the end of the bed before crawling in and spreading her thighs. He lowered his head between her legs as he rested on his front side. Then, he planted soft kisses on her inner thighs, navigating his lips to her flower. 

He placed the flattening of his tongue on her slit before lapping up slowly until he found her clit and brought it between his lips. 

‘Mmmm, yess.’ She moaned out as she reached down and found her fingers intertwined in his locks once again. 

He sucked teasingly on her clit before letting it go with a pop, then flicking his tongue over it. He used her pussy as if it were her mouth instead. Licking, and kissing with passion and a purpose. 

‘Ooooh Zeus just like that. Mmmm.’ Angela moaned as she rolled and rocked her hips into his face.

Her words only fueled his desire and want for her. He grabbed her thighs and pushed them back so he could satisfy her in a more efficient way. More exposed, Zeus was about to dip his tongue within her walls and lick her from the inside out. Every once in a while though, his tongue would slip and tickle at her puckered asshole.

Angela leaned up on her elbows, her breathing shallow as she watched this celestial being indulge on her body in the most sinful of ways. He was just wicked in that way. Honestly, if it weren’t for the immense pleasure he was inflicting upon her– she would’ve thought this was a dream. ‘Uhhh fuck!’ 

Zeus relished in her taste. She tasted the most delectable of forbidden treats. He wanted to keep his face buried between her thighs for as long as the Earth rotated but the way his hips grind against the bed to soothe his aching member… Zeus was more than ready to claim her. 

Letting out a gentle grunt at the pleasure that burned at his lower gut, Zeus’ lips ghosted her inner thigh before placing a gentle kiss there. 

She had just begun to recover from her profound orgasms. Her thighs trembled, almost mimicking the sound of thunder outside. ‘Oh! Fuu—‘ 

Zeus brought himself up on his knees. His naked body resembled the ancient marble that were carved in Greece thousands of years ago. Except that one particular thing. 

Humans once believed that men that wielded such large members lacked intelligence and were compared to violent, brainless, sex-crazed creatures.

Actually, Zeus’ cock had been tampered to be quite the insignificant thing but now… it was no wonder he made stupid decisions.

With distinguishable veins traveling over his Adonis belt, that was a sign of healthy blood flow. He was hung like nothing she’d ever seen. The whole package really. 

‘Jesus- oh… I mean…’ Angela whimpered softly as she finally pulled her eyes away from his cock. ‘Wow… you are… not what I expected.’ 

Zeus smirked and began to crawl over her, closing that gap between them. ‘You’ve must’ve seen the statues. Are you afraid?’ His smile had grown slightly bigger. 

She let out a soft breath. Well, she had a lot of reasons to be afraid right now. One of them being that a celestial God that had been known for his treachery was laying between her legs! 

‘Mmm. No.’ She lied again. 

‘Then we shall make haste.’ He said before helping her get her sports bra from over her head. Her breasts were so round, large and supple. His tongue traced over his lips as he tried to calm the beast that was so desperately fighting to get free. 

Then, his eyes flicked up back to hers, ‘Are you ready my sweet?’ 

Swallowing hard, Angela nodded as her hands gently rested against his cool muscular back. 

Zeus had given her a sly smile before adjusting his hips. His thick bell shaped tip against her honey coated pussy. And before he made the final blow, he pressed his lips against hers. Their tongues slipped in one another’s mouth once again for a short moment before he pulled away slightly. 

‘Bite down on me if it hurts…’ 

Angela nodded one more time before bringing him back into another kiss. 

As they kissed, Zeus thrusted his hips forward only slipping just the tip in. A wince left his chest as he felt the piercing pain of her biting down into his bottom lip. It was too late to pull back now. So he began to sink his hips into her further. This earned him a loud wail from her but the piercing continued. 

Gritting his teeth to bear the pain, Zeus let out a groan as he went as deep as he possibly could. 

Angie had released his hold on his lips and looked up at him with terror in her eyes. Half from the brutal stretch and half from his lips and beard coated in shiny gold blood. 

‘Ugh! — Oh My— Zeus, is that? My God— you’re bleeding!’ 

Zeus pressed his fingers against his lips and examined it, ‘Yes. It appears that I am.’

‘Well, are you alright?!’ She exclaimed in worry. 

He couldn’t help the gentle feeling that came over him. The feeling of knowing someone cared for him. He knew that his wife did… but not in the way he felt from Angela. Hera only wanted her throne and position of power. She’d otherwise be nothing without him. But, Angela… no other human woman had shown such compassion and kindness. Even if… some of this was against her will. 

‘I’m fine my little mortal… see?’ 

Zeus brushed his thumb over his wounds and they healed in an instant. Only the blood remained and would serve as a reminder that he could also be hurt too. 

Letting out a breath in relief she grabbed his face and pressed the back of her hand against his bearded jaw. 

He brought back his hips slowly and steadily before thrusting forward once again. He held back a moan that always slipped between his lips. 

But Angela let out a whimper as her nails dug into his flesh a little. 

Zeus soon began to pick up the rhythm of his hips, creating a bit more friction. Now he wasn’t holding back his moans. She felt way too good to front over. 

Angela felt so uncomfortably full at first but then a surge of pleasure began to pump through her body like drugs. She’s had great sex before but nothing could compare to this! Her standards have completely changed and if it wasn’t him… then she didn’t want it. 

‘Ooooo! Zeus, fuck that’s so fucking good baby. Haaa! Don’t stop!’

‘Uhhhh. I’m not my love, we can go for as—URGH! As long as you like.’ 

Their moans echoed throughout her room and was enough to combat the lightning that was striking nearby and the thunder that shook the building. They were in a world of their own at this point. 

Zeus brought up Angela’s thigh and rested her leg over his shoulder. He began to pump deeper, harder and faster. ‘Ooh fuck… you feel so fucking amazing.’ He moaned out before leaning down and wrapping his lips around her hardened nipple. 

‘Zeus, just like that—‘ her fingers slipped through his hair as his tongue tickled and teased over the sensitive flesh. She could feel her womb twisting and turning just the same as it did earlier. ‘Mmm, I’m so close. Fuuuuuuck!’ She called out.

He’d begun to pump his hips faster, groaning and grunting against her breast. 

Her thighs began to tremble as an ineffable climax rocked through her, ‘AUGHHH! FUCK!’ She cried out. 

Leaving one last lick to her nipple, Zeus slowed down his thrusts and brought her lips back in for another kiss as he moaned against them. ‘Fuck you’re so warm. I can stay buried inside you forever.’ He growled before placing wet kisses under her chin and her neck. 

A sheepish grin was casted on Angela’s lips as she just tried to process that vehement orgasm that she’d just passed. Her lips quivered and her chest heaved as she gently clawed down the valley of his spine. ‘Mmmm, My God… I want you here forever.’ 

Zeus began to pick up the pace of his hips once more as his lips began to make their way back up to hers once again. He couldn’t get enough of how she tasted. He couldn’t remember the last time he and The Queen kissed. Probably centuries ago when Hebe was born. Other than the birth of his sweet child, The Goddess of Youth, there was no other reason to remember that day. 

After sending Angela in a whirlwind of mind-bending orgasms, he pulled away to stand on his knees. ‘Lay on your front side.’ On command, she rolled over and got comfortable. He leaned down to press kisses on her shoulder before his cleft nose drug across her misty, prickly skin. She smelled so good and she felt so warm. 

He carefully spread her thighs with his knees as he sat back up. Stroking his throbbing cock, he used his hand to navigate her entrance this time. Time wasn’t wasted this go around, so he thrusted his hips forward into her. 

The both of them let out a synchronized groan; Zeus threw his head back; quickly coming to his senses that he would not last long in this position. He had the perfect bird’s eye view of her ass and his cock sliding in and out. He was no better than a mortal man now. 

‘Mmmm.’ Angela groaned, feeling so much pressure and pleasure against her wet walls. She began to grip the sheets in her fist, knowing that it was going to be a bumpy ride.

Zeus caressed his hands up from her thick thighs to her chubby waist. There, he gripped tightly before he started to accelerate. ‘Ugh, shit- yeah. Haaaah.’ He groaned as he thrusted hard and fast. 

Her pretty dark brown eyes rolled to the back of her head as she could already feel her body betraying her once more. ‘Fuck yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes! ZEUS!’ Angela whined out. She slipped her hand beneath herself and began to toy with her clit as he destroyed her from behind. 

The glorious sounds of her angelic songs and his skin crashing and pounding against hers fueled his desire once more. His eyes had shifted from their humanly blue to the color of the blistering sun. His moans were deeper and inhuman. He sounded more of a beast now than he did of a man. Beads of sweat prickled across his forehead, shoulders and his torso. 

His grip on Angela’s hip grew tighter as he reached over and gripped her ponytail, pinning her into her pillow. 

‘Ooh right there baby! Fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum again. Oooh shit!’ 

And just like the flip of a switch, she’d turn into putty in his grasp. But this only encouraged him to keep going. Not like the last time when he decided to give her a break. No, he wanted to rip those orgasms away from her and have her crawling come morning. 

‘OOH DEAR FUCKING– ZEUS!’ Angela wept; tears had soon fallen down the side of her face. 

‘Uh huh! Call out for your God baby.’ 

Orgasm after orgasm, Zeus’ thrusts had become staggered and arrhythmic. He was losing the battle. So, he rested his body atop hers and slowly began to thrust his hips into her. ‘Angela…fuck. I’m gonna give you– ugh! Such a beautiful baby.’ 

She didn’t think, and perhaps she thought he wasn’t serious but when she pressed her ass into him as he nestled deep inside her.

She was sadly mistaken. 

‘UH! FUCK– GAAAHHH!’ 

Zeus had finally unraveled, releasing thick and rich ropes of semen inside of her. He throbbed, gently stretching her out as he bred her. His body shook as the thunder roared with a vengeance outside. ‘Uh…’ He couldn’t speak. 

Angela rolled her hips beneath him, milking him from everything he had. She looked back at him just in time to see his golden hues disappear in the darkness of his ghostly blues. His thick curls were slightly damp from the work out and his parted lips had turned up into a relieved smile. Angela returned the smile and stretched her neck up to kiss him. 

***

The Next Morning… 

Her eyes fluttered open, her tired eyes fixated on the ceiling for a moment. She groaned softly as she slowly turned over to see an empty side of the bed. It was messy, and a telltale sign that he was once here.

She placed her hand on the vacant sheets and ran her hand over them. Still warm… it was then when she’d noticed that her patio blinds were open. The sun had beamed in on that empty space and kept it heated. 

Funny, she had her blinds closed and her window was open across the room. 

Suddenly, she heard a booming voice… deep with a pretty and very familiar accent. 

‘Zeus.’ She uttered excitedly as she scooted herself out of her King sized bed and wrapped the sheets around her. Almost losing her footing, she rushed out her room and down the hall where the voice became distinguishable. He was here! Wow, he was still here! 

Cutting the corner, there he stood in her kitchen with a phone pressed against his ear. He flashed her a bright smile and a wink. 

Returning the gracious smile, her eyes roamed down to his belt where a flashy police badge rested on his hip. Confusion instantly struck her and her smile had faltered. She managed to walk up behind him and sneak his wallet out of his back pocket. When she opened it up, she felt as if air had been snatched out of her lungs. 

Walter Marshall. DOB: 05/05/1983. Issued Date: 07/23/2020 Expiration Date: 05/05/2026 

‘What are you doing with that?’

Almost jumping out of her skin, ‘Huh?’ She looked down at his wallet and looked back up at him. He folded his arms across his massive chest. He’d had this slightly amused smirk curled up on those lips. ‘I-... I don’t know -just…’ She just handed it back to him and swallowed her spit. 

‘Mmmm, maybe you need more rest. You worked double last night, I’m surprised you’re awake!’ He reached over and placed a kiss on her temple. 

‘Double?’

‘Yeah? At the hospital? The storm came in and almost destroyed the city.’ Now confusion was written on his face. 

And they were confused together. 

‘...The hospital. Alright… And you were?’

��I was at the precinct. They had us shelter in place… hey, what’s going on are you feeling alright, Ang?’ 

Angela cleared her throat and let out a sigh. She was just about to tell him about this crazy dream she’d had until she saw a little frame of them on the bartop. She was dressed in a gorgeous white dress and he wore this chic black and white tuxedo. His beard was gone and his hair was cut to perfection. 

She quickly brought up her left hand, gazing at the big sparkly teardrop diamond that sat delicately on her finger. My, it was by far the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. 

Suddenly, a flood of memories brought her back to her current reality. Perhaps the impact of working so hard and that storm had her a little delusional. 

‘I’m alright, Walter. I just had this… crazy dream.’ 

‘Hmph, must’ve been! Here, let’s talk about it over breakfast-’

‘NO!’

Walter paused for a second as his thick brows pulled into one.

‘It’s just… Has someone ever told you that you kind of favor Zeus?’

His cheekbones turned pink and glanced to the side, ‘You mean Zeus like the God?’

She nodded. 

‘No, mama. Is that what your dream was about, baby? I was a Greek God?’

When he said it, she just felt so damn stupid. She was embarrassed for even bringing it up. ‘Just forget it.. I don’t want to talk about it.’ 

Walter reached over and grabbed her hand, ‘Aw baby girl, don’t be embarrassed. C’mon we’ve all had silly dreams before… tell me what happened.’ He pulled her close and placed a kiss on her cheek. 

‘Well… we… erm.’ 

He tilted his head to the side as his large hands traced up and down her body. 

Angela cleared her throat as she looked up at him, ‘We were–..’

‘Would you like to show me what we did in the dream? You know I've always learned better by touch and physical interaction.’ 

She stared up at him as a slow grin curled up on her lips. ‘As tempting as that sounds baby, um… i think you’re burning the bacon.’ 

And on cue, the smoke alarm blared in the kitchen. Dark gray smoke floated up to the ceiling. 

‘Shit!’ Walter exclaimed as he gently pushed her away and rushed to the stove. He choked as the stench burned at his throat and lungs. He reached over and turned off the knob and let out a gentle sigh.

‘Woman you’re a distraction…’ He turned half way with a gentle smile on his lips, ‘Get some clothes on. We’re going to breakfast. My treat.’

Inhaling deeply through her nose, she gave him a smile in approval, ‘If there are grits involved then I’m in.’ 

‘Good, I know a spot.’ He said with a smirk, watching her glide back in their bedroom. 

His smirk instantly faded, the glow of gold reflected in his gaze. 

He picked up the pan that was now coated in black soot and threw the scraps in the trash. Then, he dropped the pan in the sink. 

Walter squirted some dish soap over the scrubber and began to do away with the burnt food. Suddenly, a  soft yellow light glowed in his peripheral. He paused his movement, ‘As what do I owe the pleasure,’ he lifted his head, ‘Hera.’ 

The Goddess stood tall, her eerie gaze reflected in her eyes. Her blonde hair had specks of gold in her locks. She wore a royal white satin toga with gold trimmings. Nose and lips swollen and pink from all of the sobbing. He’d been gone for days. Living a fantasy that he’d created. 

‘The children ask of you, Zeus.’ 

‘The children are old enough to take care of themselves. And I thought I told you to address me as, Your King.’ He gently brought a dirty knife from out of the sink and placed it in his belt. 

Hera inhaled deeply, and watched him round the counter to join her in the dining room. ‘It’s Hebe. She misses you… I… miss you. Why can’t you come home? Why can’t you be with your real family? You don’t belong here.’ 

‘And you know where I belong?’

‘Why must you be so cantankerous?! You have a family. And it is your duty as a father, as a King, as a God—‘ 

‘My family is… here. I have everything I could possibly want here. Those insubordinate, spoiled and treacherous adults you call children—‘ 

‘You don’t talk about them that way!’ She exclaimed with tears filling her eyes once more. 

‘I will talk of them however I want. Now, I know when I left Olympus I told you not to stand in my way… and yet you come here… you disturb me.’ He walked closer to her as she took a few steps back. ‘What should I tell our children once they discover that you’re dead hmm.’ 

‘Zeus..’ she trembled as a tear fell down her face, ‘Please… it doesn’t have to be like this.’ 

‘Oh but my vindictive wife… it does. See— you have pushed me away for centuries.. you don’t truly love me. Not really, only when I lie with other women— that’s the only time you actually give a damn. In the meantime, you’ve taken everything’ Zeus hissed through his teeth — ‘from me. Now I have everything I want… and you won’t ever come in between that ever again.’ 

‘My King. Please, I will leave — I will — ugh!’ Hera gasped as she felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her ribs. She hiccuped before looking down to see Zeus’ hand on the handle of a kitchen butcher knife, with the blade delved between her rib cage. ‘Hyuck!’ 

‘Ive started with you, My Queen… my new wife will take your place on the throne and I will rid my bloodline of those foul, demented children you claim belong to me. They will join you soon.’ Zeus snatched the blade from the wound and watched her fall to her knees. 

Hera collapsed on her back; wheezing as her golden blood leaked from her nose and gargled out the side of her mouth. ‘Mmm—mmm.’ She held onto her wound tightly. 

Zeus squatted down, pushing her golden locks out of her face, ‘Don’t fight love. Death is such a beautiful thing. Peaceful if I might add.’ A deranged smile curled on his lips as he watched her take her last breath with a final tear falling down her face. 

Her bright golden eyes had faded to a lifeless gray, her hair turned gray as heavy rain clouds and her once lively skin was deathly pale. 

He pressed his lips together and inhaled deeply, ‘GoodBye Hera.’ 

‘Hey honey I was think—‘ 

Angela had walked down the hallway, plugging her earrings into her ears when she saw the gruesome sight. Her heart had sunk to the pit of her stomach and her mouth had fallen open in shock. 

Zeus snapped his head over his shoulder to look back at her. His eyes still shined their brilliant gold and he still held that bloodied knife in his grip. He defensively stood to his feet. 

‘Wh-wh-wh-‘ she began to hyperventilate. She grabbed the chest of her shirt in her fist as if she could grab her heart itself. Angela stumbled back as tears filled her eyes with fear. 

‘Ooooh my sweet petal.’ He smirked as he tossed the blade to the floor, then his eyes returned to their gentle blue, ‘You weren’t supposed to see that.’

‘That?!’ She gasped, ‘Oh my god— the dream… it was true! It was real! You’re toying with me!’ 

Zeus inhaled deeply, slowly blinking once, ‘As real as you are… you’ve no need to be afraid of me. I told you I’d protect you and I intend on keeping my promise, wifey.’ He brought his hand up, flashing the golden wedding band on his finger. 

‘Who is that woman on my floor?’ Angie shuddered out, placing her hand on her stomach to mellow out her queasiness. 

‘Oh… her? If you must know… Hera. She was my wife. Former Queen.’ 

Angela gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, ‘Wh—what did you do?! Why did you do that to her?!’ 

‘She sought to kill you, woman. Why must you question me!? I SAVED YOUR LIFE!’ 

‘And how do you know?!’

‘BECAUSE I KNOW HER!’ Zeus exploded, ‘Every chance she got to make me miserable and take away those who are near and dear to me, she did and without contrition! In a few days time she would’ve inflicted some rare form of cancer upon you or had one of her loyal servants come and slit your throat or worse…’

‘W-worse?’ Angela murmured. 

Zeus’ tearful gaze had fallen upon her belly before looking down. ‘You are with child, Angela. My child.’ 

Angela gasped at the news, tears filling her eyes and quickly spilling over. ‘No, no. That can’t be!’ 

‘It is Angela and I eliminated her so our child could have the best possible chance to grow and succeed in the future… so I can have the proper heir… from a woman that I truly love and truly adore— Angela, don’t you get it?’ 

He took a step forward and she took a step back. 

‘This. Is. destiny. A start of a new era, a new beginning… I never intended to be with Hera. I never loved her… she doesn’t make me feel the way you do.’ 

A sob ripped through Angela’s chest, ‘And how am I to make you feel? I’m just a mere stranger you came and took advantage of!’ 

‘No! No. You’re much more than that my little love… you make me feel… human. Gentle… fair.’ He approached her carefully with his hands out. ‘My entire ruling as King of Gods, I’ve been used… abused in all aspects of the word… I’ve never been treated normally… but being here with you, Angela. You make me feel heard. When you look at me I don’t see anger or hate.’ 

Angela looked up at him as she wiped her nose with her wrist and sniffed. 

‘I see a bright future,’ he added as he took her hands into his, ‘Where you sit by my side as my Queen… and we rule Olympus and the Overworld… just the way it’s intended to be. Just—‘

She stared up at him, not able to form words because she was so consumed by fear and confusion.  ‘I could make you a Goddess. Make all your dreams come true my little love… just say… yes.’

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Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Sweet Desserts and Sweeter Kisses

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 1.9K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie and Leon entertain Gaby and Illya.

Warnings: p-in-v sex, creampie, fluff

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics 

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Cover Art by me

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“Leon! It’s been six months. You are now legally obligated to introduce me to your friends.” Bobbie moves around the kitchen, checking on various dishes on the stove and in the oven.

“Gaby is beside herself to meet you,” Leon acknowledges from his post, leaning in the doorway to the quaint kitchenette.

“Well, see? Gaby is excited, so why aren’t you?” She challenges, pulling out a baking dish from the oven and setting it on the counter.

“It’s not Gaby that I’m worried about. She’s a sweetheart once you get past the tough exterior. But Illya? Tough is all he knows. I can’t exactly blame him,” he says, looking over to where Bobbie picked her head up and looked at him for more information. “And I can’t exactly tell you why that is. Sorry, love.”

“Right, right. Need-to-know basis. But not to worry; I’ve got a secret weapon for Illya. I made a dish specifically for him. And if I know anything, it’s the way to a man’s heart, and that is through his stomach. So, even though this is nerve-wracking as all get out, I think he’s going to at least tolerate it,” she huffs, balling up a dishtowel before tossing it on the counter.

Napoleon walks up behind Bobbie and wraps his arms around her, his head resting on her shoulder as he pulls her into him. “You know, I am so proud of you for putting all this together for my friends. You’ve done so much to make everything perfect, and I think you deserve a little treat of your own.”

“What are you-” Bobbie starts, only to be cut off by the shock of Napoleon’s hand smoothing down her sweater-covered breast and further down over her corduroy knee-length skirt. When it disappears under the fabric, she squirms. “Leon, they’re gonna be here any minute!”

“Well then, I’d better make this fast,” he whispers. Walking backward, Napoleon rests his hips against the counter behind him. Holding Bobbie against himself with one hand across her middle and one in her panties, he continues toying with her swelling clit until her legs buckle. “There she is, so close already.”

“Leon…please,” she trails off, her wringing hands at her sides. She knows if she reaches for his hand, he will stop. Throwing her head back against his chest, she looks up into his face and witnesses how much he truly enjoys having this power over her. That doesn’t stop her from pleading with her big brown eyes.

“Oh, you know exactly what that look does to me,” he growls, leaning down to capture her lips with his own. His hand that was around her middle comes up to cradle her face, his thumb caressing her cheek as she stands on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Breaking the kiss, Napoleon turns them around to face the counter, pulling Bobbie’s skirt up and her panties down. “That kiss of yours is going to be the death of me.”

He has his pants unzipped, his cock pulled out, and inside of her in record time. He knew he wouldn’t last long, not that it mattered. His main goal is to get her off so her mind clears. He moves his hips back before slamming them back in, and she is already putty in his hands.

Within minutes, he has Bobbie on the brink of her orgasm. He’s holding her there, his hands on her hips, as he maintains a punishing pace. With every thrust, he pushes her closer to the edge, only to catch her before she can fall. Only when he’s ready will he allow her to come crashing down.

Judging by the footfalls and the sound of the front door of the apartment building closing, he doesn’t have much time. Luckily, he knows how to play her body. His right hand finds her puffy clit while his left hand migrates to her throat. 

Whispering into her ear, “Come for me, pretty girl. Let go and show me you can follow directions like I know you can.”

As if by a magical spell, her walls clamped down around him. He had every intention of fucking her through her orgasm; he really did. But the grip her pussy had on his cock was enough to send him right over the horizon with her. His hips are still as he empties inside her, all while still managing to hold up both of their bodies.

Extricating himself from her hold, Napoleon squats down to pull Bobbie’s underwear back up her legs and rights her skirt again before fixing his clothing.

“I am going to be thinking about my cum leaking out of you all night long,” he sighs, kissing her forehead when she turns around to face him.

Just as she opens her mouth, three sharp knocks sound on the door to her apartment. They fuss over each other for a moment, making sure it doesn’t look like they were just having sex. Once done, they go to the door to greet their guests.

Bobbie swings the door open, greeting the couple in her apartment. “Gaby, Illya. I’m Roberta, but you can call me Bobbie. So nice to finally meet you. I was starting to believe you might be a figment of Leon’s imagination.” She takes their coats, and Napoleon gets drinks ready for them.

“I hope Leon’s imagination flattered me, at least,” Gaby laughs, sipping her dirty martini and winking at Napoleon.

“I only told her the good stuff,” Napoleon replies, bringing a Sazerac to Bobbie and a Manhattan for Illya.

Illya nods to Napoleon, smiles at Bobbie, and remains silent.

Bobbie ushers everyone to the dining table before she starts to bring out dish after dish of foods that are almost too beautiful to eat. Leaving dessert as a surprise, she comes back to the table, and everyone starts to serve themselves. As the first bites are taken, compliments are given to the chef.

“Bobbie, this is delectable,” Gaby hums, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Darling, you have outdone yourself,” Napoleon praises.

“Thank you. I’m so glad you like everything. I’ll be honest, I was nervous that I was going to burn something or undercook something. I was a wreck,” Bobbie giggles, looking over the faces of her boyfriend and her guests. “Eat up; I have a treat for dessert, and I hope you all like it.”

Illya eats in relative silence, not one emotion gracing his face. Bobbie has been secretly staring at him for most of dinner. When the meal is complete, Gaby volunteers to clear the plates away, and the women retreat to the kitchen. While they are out of earshot, Napoleon turns on the record player, and the smooth sounds of Peggy Lee’s Fever fill the air. 

“Peril, what game are you playing at?” Napoleon cuts to the chase, motioning for Illya to sit on the couch with him.

“It’s been a long time since I had dinner with a civilian. My social skills may not be the best. If I don’t say anything, I won’t accidentally-”

“Have a good time?” Napoleon supplies, cutting off Illya.

Illya rolls his eyes. “I’m not afraid to have a good time. I'm worried about getting close to new people. I don’t know how to be a civilian. I’m an agent,” he says, crossing his arms.

“She’s not going to say anything, so I will. You’re on the verge of being rude. So, do yourself a favor and speak to my lovely before she thinks you don’t like her; that’s if she doesn’t already think that,” Napoleon huffs, tilting his head at Illya.

The girls come out of the kitchen with dessert already plated with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream. Gaby places two plates on the coffee table while Bobbie serves Napoleon and Illya. Noticing the look of surprise on Illya’s face, Bobbie thinks the worst.

“Is there something wrong?” she supposes.

“Not at all. I haven’t had sharlotka since I was a little boy. My mother used to let me help make it for special occasions,” he marvels, taking a bite and closing his eyes before nodding and saying, “This is perfect. So was dinner. I apologize for my earlier silence; please don’t think I am dissatisfied with you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I figured you would be the hard sell. Luckily, I had the idea for the sharlotka and knew if anything, you’d at least be impressed by me,” Bobbie jokes, taking a bite of the dish. “Oh wow, you weren’t kidding. That is going in the recipe book, for sure.”

“I’ll have to get that recipe from you. I think you’ve made Illya’s new favorite,” Gaby chuckles, smiling at her husband when a blush creeps up on his face.

When dessert is done, the couples talk for a while over coffee before Illya notices Gaby nuzzling into his side and suggests that they end the night’s fun. By this time, Napoleon is already a pillow for Bobbie as she leans into him from her spot on the couch.

Napoleon picks up Bobbie’s head from his lap, depositing it on the couch after he gets up, not wanting to wake her up just yet. He walks Gaby and Illya to the door, saying goodbye on behalf of himself and Bobbie and promising to tell her that they enjoyed themselves.

Closing the door behind them, he walks over to the couch, where a tired Bobbie is now hanging halfway off the couch. He knows today was a struggle for her; planning an entire dinner and entertaining is no short order. He is so proud of her, not just for today but in general. He thinks the world of her, and nothing could change his mind.

Picking up her limp body from the couch, he takes her into the bedroom and lays her down. He removes her shoes and his own before climbing into bed next to her. He laughs when she cuddles into him and wraps an arm and leg around him possessively. He plants a kiss on her forehead and is met with a mumble from Bobbie.

“What was that, little one?” He presses, cradling her sleepy face in his hand, unsure of what he heard.

“I said I love you, Leon,” she confesses, ducking her head and looking up at him.

Napoleon breaks out into a grin and leans down to kiss Bobbie, only to stop at the last second before their lips touch. Looking into her eyes, he says, “I love you too, Bobbie.”

Bobbie melts in his arms. She knows how Napoleon dotes on her and spoils her. But this love confession of his means the world to her. She also knows that she has loved him for some time now, but the timing was never right to tell him. 

Until tonight, this moment could not happen. Napoleon knew that if she didn’t get along with his fellow agents, it would be quite tricky. But watching her win over Gaby so easily and Illya so charmingly cements in his mind that she is worth every ounce of his love.

Of course, if you ask him, he’s loved her since their first kiss. If he’s honest with himself, he still feels butterflies when her lips touch his.

Chapter 5 (TBD)

A/N: This story is far from over. OMG, I missed my babies so much.

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BM3

Please Read BM and BM2 before reading; thanks.

Word Count: 2,517

Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Angst, Drinking.

Summary: Reality always comes back and bites you in the asss.

A/N: You know I had to double it.

Karma ~ Summer Walker is the vibe for this.

“Chris…”

The familiar voice made Chris quickly pull back. There stood Minka with a red face and tear stained cheeks.

Shit.

“Why am I watching you kiss your baby's mother after you told me you were at your daughter's birthday party?” Minka looked between them. Chris was lost for words because he didn’t even know she was coming.

“What are you doing here Minka?”

She gave them a dry laugh, “You really want to sit here and answer my question with a question, wow.” Her eyes flickered from him to Ryelle.

“I’m just going to leave; give Lively to me.”Ryelle just had enough of tonight already. Minka on the other hand, the night was just getting started for her. “Leave? Do you think your home-wrecking ass is just going to leave bitch?? No! Ain’t nobody leaving until I get fucking answers!” She made her way closer to Ryelle, aiming to hurt her.

Chris quickly handed Lively off and then caught Minka in his arms. “No! Wait Minka!”

Lively began to cry from the quick movement. Ryelle just got in the car, holding her daughter to her chest. Now at this point, Minka is knocking on the window while yelling.“Get out the fucking car!”

“Minka chill-”

“Chill? How the fuck can I chill when I find my fiancé sucking faces with his baby momma?! I can’t believe you Chris!” Minka pushed him away from her. Ryelle cranks up the car then pulls off leaving them to argue.

“We were going to talk Minka, I had got caught up being with Lively.”

“I thought you loved me, why would you do this to me?”

“I do love you, but this relationship makes me feel like I’m not myself. I feel like I’m big-time actor Chris Evans and not Christoper. That’s not how I want to feel for the rest of my life.” He maintained eye contact in hopes that Minka would listen for once.

“Okay and that’s when you communicate with me! I’m your future wife.” She crossed her arms.

“You’re saying that like it’s easy when the person I’m trying to communicate with doesn’t even listen to me!” Chris then takes a huge breath. Throughout this whole argument, Ry stayed on his mind.

“I do listen!” Minka tries to argue. She knows that she is treating him right so he can't put his actions on her. Well, that's what she thinks.

Chris shook his head knowing that she didn’t understand him, “Minka how did you get here?”

“Emeri brought me because we were trying to surprise you guys. I was going to show you that I’m wiling to be a step mother. Henry’s location checked in for here.”

—-

Leilani sat on the hood of Henry’s all-black Mercedes while he stood between her legs. They waited for Chris to call so he could let them know when to leave. They sat in the car first but since it had been a minute waiting on their call, they got out.

“You calm now love?”

“Yes, but it’s just I get so worked up about my sister when she’s fucked with for no reason. Then again, I didn’t want to hit my mother.”

“I’d most definitely be that about my siblings as well. You are very good to your sister.”

“Thank you.” She spoke softly, giving him a tired smile.

The orange light shining above from the street lamp had her beautiful dark skin showing. Henry being taller had a perfect view of everything. He gave a her a kiss on the forehead.

A car a few feet away jams on breaks catching both their attention, a brunette rapidly gets out the car. Recognizing the car and woman, Henry steps back making way to her. “I can explain.”

His girlfriend of 3 years stared at him with tears falling down from her eyes. “Fuck you Henry.”

Leilani stood up from the car, intrigued on who this is. He turns around throwing her his car keys, “Get my car to Ryelle’s house.”

“W-What? W-Where are you-”

Her questions went ignored as Henry put the brunette in the passenger seat then gets in the driver seat pulling off. This happened so fast that Leilani didn’t piece the puzzle together just yet. She got into the driver side of the expensive car and just sat there for a second after cranking it up.

Then it clicked, this is his car. Quickly, she shuffled through his arm rest, a holder that held his folders and even under the seat until she checked the glove compartment. Bingo.

Hair ties, lipgloss, panties, and makeup for a quick re fix along with pictures of them being together. Tears fell as she flipped through the photos knowing that was the answer she sought.

“I’m falling in love with a man that is in a relationship. I’m so stupid!”

She lets out a frustrated scream repeatedly hitting the steering wheel. " I'm so fucking stupid ugh!.” Blood dripped from her hands but to her the pain felt good.

—

I told you, you better stay prayed up

You never thought the universe be looking for revenge

—

Her previous love attempts were failures, and this is the tip of the iceberg. Life is crumbling down like she is being stabbed in the same spot over and over again. She put the car in drive, heading the nearest store.

Liquor Store to be exact.

—

You can't keep just doing them girls like that

Thinking that nobody finna bite back

Losing your mind, baby

Can't be sure, time's wasting

—

“Please don’t fear me, I’m just karma.” She sung lowly walking into the liquor store. The security camera gave her a chance to look at her appearance. Her hair was all over, the makeup gave away that she been crying and her hands were bloody.

“That’ll be 25.87 ma’am.” The cashier responded, looking her up and down, she put 40 dollars in his hand.

“Keep the change.”

She took the plastic wrapping off the top and opened it. Leilani gave herself a shot, feeling the nasty burn when she swallowed. She got into the car and drove all the way to her sister's house.

Leilani sat on the porch, staring at the stars while drinking. The wind starts to blow, and she took a shot for every thought that ran through her mind.

Ryelle lifted herself up from the crying mess she was on the bed. She wanted to take a break from having a cluttered mind. Putting on some crocs, Ry walks downstairs to go out the door. “Lei?” She questioned, trying to see if that was her sister. She was correct.

“Hmm?”

She walked closer to her sister, seeing her having a big liquor bottle in her lap. “You good sis?”

Her low eyes looked up to her sister, “Hell nawl but it is what is, you know. I put my love into the wrong guys.” Ryelle politely sat her ass the fuck down, then grabbed the bottle, untwisted the cap, and flicked that bitch. She chugged a great amount, using the back of her hand to clean her mouth when finishing.

“Tell me the fuck about it!”

“Henry made me feel special like in some moments, I can’t look him the face out of nervousness from that he is so damn fine. Is it bad that I want to fuck that man everyday.”

“You’re not lying. Our men were a fine piece of art.”

“Can I vent to you about Henry?”

“Baby the floor is all yours.”

“We were literally sitting on the hood of his car waiting on you guys and this girl pulls up fast as fuck. I’m dead ass confused and I tried to question him but I choked up, a thousand things going through my mind Ry. He barely answers, throws me the keys then dipped with her. I went through his shit in his car.” Leilani sat up on that ending sentence.

“No, the fuck you didn’t!”Ryelle glanced at her, interested. Lei gave her a “You know I’m mf serious.” look.

“I did, and my intuition was right! That girl is his girlfriend! Panties, makeup, hair ties, the whole fix. We fucked in that car before the dinner! Ugh! I’m a home wrecker!”

“Lei you didn’t know but then again it’s fucked up that he did that. How much this bottle cost? This shit good.”

“25.87. What took you and Chris so long to let us know when to leave?”

“His fiancé walks up on up while we’re in the middle of kissing. Literally, after I told him I love him like a little bitch. I was rushing things and she snapped me out of reality. I took Liv back, and we left.”

“Damn. Take another shot after I take mine.”

“Bet.”

Leilani took a shot and Ry did too.

“What happened to your hands?” Ryelle took notice of her bloodied hands and softly grabbed them to inspect them better.

“They’re fine.”

“No, they’re not, and you know it. Let’s go in so I can heal you up.” Ryelle head swayed back and forth. Her body couldn't be still, definitely indicating that she's drunk.

“Okay fine.” Leilani stood up and then made her way up the steps. When Ryelle got up, her body began to lean forward, and Lei quickly grabbed her sister.

“Ry! Girl!”

Ry was laughing so hard she was wheezing. “Bitch I almost fell forward.”

Lei laughed at her stupidity. “You sure do know how to make a bitch feel better.” She wrapped her arms around her favorite person in the world, and they stumbled into the house.

—————-

Ryelle woke up around 6; her dream mainly consisted of what happened at dinner and afterward. She walked downstairs, straight to the refrigerator, taking out strawberries. Ry debated making eggs and decided to wait until she woke up Lively.

She walked back upstairs to wake her babygirl. Sitting on the bed, Ry rubbed Liv’s back. “Good morning baby.”

Those eyes she loves to see every morning opened. Lively rubbed them first then the eyelids drooped. “Good morning, momma.”

“Do you want eggs?”

“Yes.”

“Well let’s go to the kitchen then sweetheart.”

Ryelle stood from the bed holding out her hand. Lively gladly took her hand and they walked to the kitchen together.

“Mommy, can we add cheese to them?” Lively pushed over the stool as Ryelle grabbed the ingredients. Lastly, Ry placed a frying pan on the stove. "Yes, my love." The two worked together (Mostly Ryelle) to make cheese eggs. When finished, she prepared them a bowl bringing it to the couch.

"Mommy, can we go on a walk to the park?" Lively questioned when finishing her food. Ryelle haven't walked around the neighborhood in a while. "Yes, we can after cleaning up behind ourselves."

Lively gave her a smile as she quickly got up going to the kitchen. After Ryelle got up to put her bowl up, she picked up Lively, and they walked upstairs. It was a bit gloomy today, so Ry checked the weather when she touched her phone. It's supposed to rain in the evening around 5pm, and now it is 7:20 a.m.

She got Lively ready and got herself ready.

Someone rang the doorbell, catching their attention. "Who is that?" Lively questioned as she got up from the couch, setting the iPad aside. Ryelle shrugged her shoulders, making her way to the door. "I don't know but stay near the couch baby."

"Yes, ma'am." Lively looked skeptical but grabbed her iPad again. She opened the door to see someone holding a vase of roses with an edible arrangement. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm dropping off this beautiful package to Ryelle! Hope you enjoy!" The woman gave Ryelle the things and then left. Ry walked to the kitchen, still in confusion about who had sent this. She had smelled the beautiful roses. The fruit caught Lively's attention, and she came over to her mother.

"Momma, can I have a fruit, please?" She placed her hands on the bottom to turn the arrangement around. Ryelle didn't hear her at first as she read the card.

"My life is amazing as long as you're in it. - Chris Evans"

The feelings she had for Chris wanted to shoot fireworks in the air but she hoped this isn't his form of apology. Ryelle is angry. Angry at the fact that she was confused about her feelings for him. She doesn't know if she wants to be done with him. Ryelle needs too though because why did he send her this when obviously he chose Minka? She just sat the card down, and Lively calling her name brought her back. "Mommy?"

"H-Huh? I'm sorry babygirl, Mommy zoned out there for a minute. What is it?" Ryelle shook her head, fighting the urge to smell the roses again. Lively points at the shaped fruit, "I want the pineapples."

"Okay, baby." She grabbed a plate from the drying rack then placed 4 pieces of fruit onto the plate then gave it to Lively.

"Thank you mommy."

"You're welcome, baby."

The two walked back to the couch. The whole going to the park thing was thrown to the side when receiving the gift, and now all Ryelle want is either wine or weed. Something has to get her mind off him. "Lively, do you still feel like going to the park? We can go get something to eat from wherever you want it from."

That excited her daughter, "I wanna go to chic fil a so I can go down slide."

A phone call interrupted their conversation, and Ryelle glanced at the caller I.D." Keep hold of that thought bubble. It's your Father calling babygirl." Lively nodded watching her mother press the green button.

"Hello?" "Hey Ry, I... I called to check on you."

Before Ryelle could finish Lively, who clearly doesn't know the vibe of the phone call, spoke in excitement to her father.

"Daddy!!"

"Hey Babygirl, I miss you!"

"I miss you too, daddy. When you come home?"

"Um, it'll be a while, Liv."

That's when the pouting started, and Ryelle wanted to finish the phone call before Liv's feelings are hurt. She cleared her throat.

"We're fine Chris. We were just about to go somewhere for lunch."

"Okay...Okay."

Liv interrupted their moment of silence,"Daddy why you not come home? Did I do something?" Over the line, Chris sighs not knowing how to answer.

"No...No baby, it's not you. Mommy and I just have to talk about some things."

'We ain't got to talk about shit' Ryelle thought to herself. Liv grabs the phone out her hand.

"Wel-Well can you come with us to lunch today?"

Ry looked at her daughter's crazy manner but bit her tongue. She didn't want to ruin Liv's dream, but then again she feels like it was too soon to see him again.

Chris didn't know if Ry even wanted him there, so it was a hitch in his answer. "Uh-"

"Please, daddy? Please?"

"Fine, baby girl, I will go to lunch with you guys."

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Yeahhhh part 3 bitches!!

I have plans to drop a couple more posts, so be on the watch!

Stay slutty my friends.

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[princessphilly]

For your requests; how about Walter Marshall on the police hockey team? He gets all riled up in the game and you have some after game lockerroom fun to help him let off steam?

Gonna do this as a headcanon. I know you’ve been waiting for some fucking in the locker room smut from me

Tagging: @ysmmsy @marytudorbrandon @a-little-counter-esperanto @chara-hugs @newlibrary @himbos-on-ice

It had been a terribly hard game

The fire fighters always played dirty and they won on a last minute goal

The guys had undressed, showered, and left quietly

But you didn’t see Walter, long after the last guy left

So you tiptoed into the locker room to see a naked Walter on the bench, head in his hands

You went over to say hey but before you could say anything, he pulled you into his lap

“I need, I need, I need you but I can’t be gentle,” is what your giant said to you after several minutes of you in his lap

“Okay,” was all you replied

One hard bruising kiss before your skirt was flipped over. Panties soon hit the ground.

Thick fingers prepped you for the heavy cock waiting for you. You kissed Walter again, showing him just how excited he was getting you

When Walter decided you were ready, he slapped your ass before nipping your bottom lip

He entered you slow, relishing the way your cunt gripped his cock as you took him

But soon his thrusts became fast, needing to get that desperate edge off

You weren’t close but Walter was

As soon as he felt himself ready to cum, Walter slipped out of your pussy, cumming on your thighs

You looked down at the ropes of cum on your skin for a second before two strong hands picked you up

It always amazes you how Walter can hold you in his hands so easily as he maneuvered you two to where you were straddling his face as he laid on the bench

“Use my face, girl, I want you to soak my beard.”

You didn’t have to be told twice as you rode his face to your on orgasm

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[titlemewickedwonderland]

Shift My World: Prologue (The Witcher Fanfic)

Summary: Shifting is all grand and dandy for those who believe in it. Does it work? Who knows! Some people say it does while others don't, perhaps it's just something in the mind. Olivia Watson found the truth behind it as she transfers herself into the world of The Witcher one night after a drunken movie night with her friends! Only she wasn't expecting to get stuck there and worse off...she didn't expect to love them as much as she did.

Prompt: In honor of Henry Cavill who no longer will be with us on The Witcher as Geralt of Rivia after season 3. I have decided to take my ongoing story from Wattpad to share with you guys!

Wonderland Workshop

The doorbell rang exactly at 8:30 PM on the dot. The sound was followed by the excited barking of her large and intimidating-looking wolfdog Killua named after one of her favorite anime characters from Hunter X Hunter.  The large beast damn near big enough to ride was standing up on his back legs barking at the door as his claws attempted to tear the white wooden frame down to get to the person behind the obstacle. She placed the hot pocket she had just finished taking from the microwave down quickly on the counter as if it burned her and rounded the corner of her small kitchen; her clumsy self hitting her hip on the counter edge on her way making her clutch her side with a very unladylike curse as she stumbled her way towards her apartment door. Grabbing the thick black leather of her mutt's collar she pulled with all her strength until Killua dropped down to all four paws allowing her to sidle her way to the door to unlock the deadbolt and chain. Throwing the door open she was greeted by the sight of a bundled mass of a human figure carrying multiple bags in each hand. 

"Bloody hell Liv, Killua's going to give me a heart attack one of these days! I swear he's damn near to breaking down your front door." a female's breathy voice spoke up in a puff from under the wrap of her scarf. 

Olivia's good-natured laugh ended in a snort as she reached out to grab the bags from her best friend's gloved hands replying with a jovial "Oh he's just excited to see you is all!" 

The twinkle in her blue eyes told her that probably wasn't the full truth. Killua was a wolfdog mutt after all and his loyalty dynamic with Olivia meant certain death by mutilation at his jaws if it came to it. Of course, it wasn't like McKenzie was a stranger to the apartment so the wolfdog was indeed just excited to see a familiar visitor; one that neither he nor his owner had seen for a good two weeks. As McKenzie toddled her way inside and began unraveling herself, she plopped her thick winter's clothing on the entry bench by the door all the while the large beast sniffed eagerly at her pant pockets as if searching for something. Mckenzie laughed as she finished unwrapping her scarf and set it aside before digging into her pocket to pull out a ziplock baggy that contained some beef jerky inside that she'd saved especially for the large dark gray mass sniffing at her. 

"Is this what you were searching for handsome boy?" she cooed as she knelt and picked out a piece. She was not scared as the dog licked at her fingers that held the treat right before his rather large teeth opened just wide enough to snatch the beef stick from her hands and scuttle off to his bed in the corner of the living room to eat it. 

Olivia smiled watching before wrapping her arms around her red-headed best friend. "I've missed you so much! How was the trip to visit your family in Lousiana?" she asked into her friend's shoulder as they stood in the front hallway hugging and swaying to unheard music. 

"It was good up until Aunt Grace decided she wanted to get me to know the man next door that just moved in." McKenzie laughed rolling her eyes before letting go of her friend and looking around the apartment.

"Where's Kason?" she asked frowning realizing that it was far too quiet than it normally was. 

Olivia snorted and went to the kitchen around the corner to grab them a glass of wine as she explained. "Well, Kason is out on his 3rd date this week. I swear that man is just in it for the D," she said with a fond shake of her head. 

The laughter that came from McKenzie was contagious and the two of them began laughing at just the image of Kason out on the prowl to get himself some dick. Olivia sighed as she poured herself a glass of wine after sliding over one for McKenzie and brushed a strand of silky black hair from her face. Staring down into the dark liquid of the red wine she said softly with a bit of rueful toner in her voice. "At least someone is getting a dick around here. I swear my luck with men sucks!" 

McKenzie raised a sympathetic brow as she sipped her wine and was about to say something when her green eyes lit up excitedly and she set her glass down with a little clink as she began rummaging through the crinkly grocery bags and moments later she said in triumph. "That's okay because I got your favorite ice cream, M&M's, of course, the ones with peanuts in them because it's more fun to eat. I also had to get some strawberry Twizzlers that you like because your crazy ass doesn't like the cherry version; I got myself the cherry kind because no best friend shall eat Twizzlers alone, it's like a rule or something. Oh, and of course sour gummies of all sorts of shapes; honestly I probably should have gotten you a new toothbrush too for how much your teeth are going to need it after tonight." she laughed as she settled all the items on the small kitchen counter. 

Olivia's eyes lit up excitedly and she reached for a packet of gummies but her hand was slapped away playfully "Nuh-uh! Not until we start the TV series! Although, feel free to grab a drink. I didn't know what you'd like so I sort of just raided the energy drink aisle and the alcohol aisle." the redhead pointed to the other bag on the counter.

Olivia smiled fondly. Only McKenzie would raid every aisle for the darndest things that would make her happy. Olivia and McKenzie were best friends since 1st grade when they met during a fight over something she couldn't even remember. It was funny because the raven and the redhead had a love-hate relationship up until 3rd grade after Olivia's dad passed away due to cancer; they'd been best friends and glued to the hip ever since. Even when Olivia was 16 and McKenzie moved away from her into another city they kept in touch and would go see each other every summer up until Olivia went to college where she finally reunited with her best friend. It'd been 5 years since then and at age 26 they were living their best single lives together like they always said they'd do. Only now though instead of it being the two of them it was the three of them when you added Kason a 30-year-old man who was the gayest gay man you will ever meet. But he was such a sweetheart and loved both Olivia and McKenzie like his younger sisters. He'd first met Olivia when she answered his Facebook ad for a roommate for an apartment he was renting since his last one ended badly and he needed help paying rent. From there it was history; it had been the three of them ever since. 

"Is Kason coming back anytime soon? Like should we order in some take-out and wait to start the show?" McKenzie asked breaking Olivia from her thoughtful walk down memory lane. 

The raven looked down at her phone for the time and raised a brow thoughtfully. "He actually should be coming in any-" her sentence was cut off by the sound of keys in the lock rattling. 

A moment later the door opened and slammed shut with an exasperated looking man standing there unwrapping a scarf from his neck. His dark skin was glistening with melting snowflakes from the snow outside and if his skin was not dark chocolate brown his nose would have been red as a cherry no doubt. The short man waltzed into the kitchen seeing the two women and looked like a dramatic overly tired diva and a look on his face that screamed 'I am so done!'. One look at that face and Olivia refilled her half-empty glass of wine and held it out for their best friend who gratefully took it and swallowed half of it in one go like a thirsty man in a desert. 

"I cannot believe the audacity of men these days! No wonder you are single!" Kason exclaimed as he set the glass down with a clink. 

"What on earth happened Kase?" McKenzie asked frowning as she grabbed the tub of ice cream from the fridge she'd just put in minutes before and grabbed a large spoon before sliding the container towards the black man. 

Kason grabbed the sliding container and dug himself a large spoonful of cookie dough ice cream and shoved it in his mouth as he explained looking offended and shocked at the same time. "This man seriously had the balls to ask if I was freaking trans! Me trans? Honey, I even offered to drop my pants right there and then at the restaurant for his audacity because he said my voice was so high and because the outfit I wore screamed trans...bitch what?! Like, I found this man on Grindr for fucks sake; what else was he expecting? Some 6-foot bodybuilder with a monster cock who wants to be called daddy?" he waved the spoon around in the air looking like a pure diva.

Olivia nearly choked on her wine as she took back her glass and sipped at it before she shook her head giving her roommate a look of sympathy but one that spoke volumes that she thought the situation was hilarious. McKenzie on the other hand had no problem with laughing; having to hold herself up on the counter just to be able to stand up as her body wracked with laughter. Kason rolled his eyes and snatched Olivia's glass of wine before he chugged the rest of it down and grudgingly grabbed the glass bottle of wine left over and poured himself another drink. 

"Anyways, I'm done with men. Tonight, I'm sticking to a girls night in; speaking of what the fuck are we watching? Better be no chic flick bullshit." he said as he swiped the tub of ice cream from the countertop and stalked into the living room to plop his butt on the sofa. 

Killua raised his head from where he lay on the carpet to look at the man before giving a little groan and closing his eyes to relax for the rest of the night. The girls joined him moments later with the bags of goodies in tow and refilled glasses in hand as they all gathered together on the sofa to cuddle and watch TV. 

"It's called The Witcher. It's a new TV series that just came out. I heard it's really good. Got great comments, reviews, and is one of the topmost seen shows on Netflix so far." McKenzie said as she grabbed the remote to turn the flat-screen TV on. 

"Oh, I've heard of it before. It looks pretty good." Olivia gushed with wide eyes as she realized it was a title she had heard before; she had been a little excited for it to come out since the previews looked epic as hell. 

"Has some hot guys in it too from what I've seen. Some hot chicks as well I guess if I was into girls." Kason piped up in between bites of ice cream. 

The three of them settled into the couch as the first episode began rolling. With a bit of too much wine in their system, their natural unfiltered thoughts, and running off the adrenaline from the TV show they sat there talking hours later as the last episode of that season rolled to a close. Yes, they just finished binge-watching the entire fucking season like some junkies.

"Omg Garelt is so yummy! Did you see his ass in those pants? Holy shit!" Kason fanned himself with his hand.

Olivia laughed staring up at the ceiling with glazed-over eyes after one too many glasses of wine. "Oh yeah, and those eyes? Like, even his voice gives me shivers. Who plays that man because I'd like to shake his hand...and maybe shove my tongue down his throat at the same time." she laughed in a drunken stupor.

"That'd be Henry Cavill. He played in so many good movies I swear! Man of Steel is one of the ones he's well known for." McKenzie added shoving a spoonful of mostly melted ice cream into her mouth after having stolen it from Kason's iron grip.

Olivia's eyes widened and she almost leaped from the couch. "For real? I love that movie! omg I won't ever be able to look at that man again the same way!" McKenzie nodded with a knowing look in her eyes as she hummed around the spoon in her mouth. 

"Ah, he's gorgeous," Olivia muttered flopping back down beside Kason who hummed in agreement and stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully. 

"So, have you guys heard of this thing called Shifting?" McKenzie asked suddenly as the silence broke. 

The two others raised a brow and looked at her funny and she just shrugged poking at the tub of ice cream as she explained. "So, I'm not into the whole witchy shit but I've been on TikTok so much recently that's all I ever see really. Like, it's this thing where you manifest yourself into your dream world or the world of your comfort character or whatever the hell it is," she explained shrugging. 

Kason reached over and grabbed her wrist gently and gave her a gentle look. "It's around your brother's anniversary isn't it?" he asked kindly. 

McKenzie gave a weak smile and turned away again as she continued to explain while Kason and Olivia listened and watched her with understanding eyes. "I've seen so many people on TikTok give their reactions and tell of what happened when they successfully shifted into their favorite anime worlds and shit. Others tell how to do it or tips on how to do it successfully and I dunno I guess I just..." she fell silent and Olivia stood up from beside Kason to be able to walk the two steps over to McKenzie's other side and plopped back down to cuddle her. Resting her head on her shoulder she sighed softly. 

"I'm sorry babe. I know it's hard...It's probably nothing but clout...but, if you'd like we can always look into getting a tarot card reading or something...." she offered hesitantly. 

None of them believed in magic or witches and stuff; none of them were religious either for their reason. But, even so, they'd give it a try if it meant supporting each other. Truth was, a few years ago McKenzie's older brother passed away in a tragic car accident on his way home for Christmas and McKenzie blamed herself for his death; she never got over it which was understandable because he was on the way to her house where he was staying and was so excited to see her again that he refused to take shelter during a storm which caused him to not see the car in front of him during the blizzard and crash; killing himself and the other person in the other vehicle. 

"Anyways, that shifting business seems funny, right? Heard all you have to do is write down how you'd like it to play out going in as much detail as possible before lying down as if going to sleep while saying some sort of mantra in your head; next thing you know you'll wake up in another world and the only way to return to yours is to say your safe word you'd wrote in the manuscript. How funny would it be if we could write something like that for this show and end up there?" she continued blabbering on in hopes to lighten the mood while changing the subject.

Kason snorted and shook his head. "Girl you be crazy. Only in my dreams would that ever be for real," he said.

"I think that's the point, Kase." Olivia laughed and shook her head before looking at the night and groaning. "Guys, I gotta be up in like 5 hours for work. Help me clean this up before we head to bed okay? Hell, you can stay up if you want but my cranky ass is needing a bed right now." Olivia said standing up to her feet and began picking up the trash off the floors and coffee table.

"Gurl we got it! Go ahead and head to bed. Kenzie and I got it; we'll head to bed right after." Kason said waving the raven off as he stood and got the lights clicked on.

The redheaded woman gave a smile and nodded waving her bestie away who gave a reluctant smile before heading down the hall to her small bedroom. But even after she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and dressed in her comfiest of pajamas she couldn't sleep. Perhaps it was the wine talking in her system or her sleep-deprived brain; hell could even be her lady bits below speaking to her. But she found it the best idea to hop out of bed and grab an old notebook that she hadn't fully used up in her college years and began writing. She didn't even realize what she was writing until the last period was placed. At this point, the pages were all over her bed and the lights outside her door were turned off; it was silent in the apartment so she guessed it'd been a while since she began writing. Kason was probably in his room right now asleep and McKenzie passed out on the couch with Killua guarding like the faithful mutt he was. But here she was still awake and staring at pages upon pages of scribbling writing with eyes that were beginning to blur. She was so tired and her fingers were cramping from holding her pencil for god knows how long. She didn't even realize what she'd written until her eyes picked up a few snippets of words. Geralt-Rivia-Roach-Blaviken-Jaskier and others made her foggy mind click into place. She started laughing then realized just what she was writing and rolled her eyes. Her stupid drunk mind thought it'd be a great idea to write a manuscript off the idea of shifting into the world of the Witcher TV series. Damn McKenzie and her wild imaginations bleeding into Olivia's open mind. 

She stood then and gathered the scattered pages of her hard work and dumped them into the trashcan by her closet door and returned to bed. She reached to click off her bedside lamp before her eyes got drowned in the bundle of papers in the trash bin. A frown tugged at her brows as if she couldn't understand why she felt disappointed and upset at shoving the papers in there. It was just silly nonsense, right? Just some trend on Tiktok that people used to get clout and get views by using the idea of shifting and world jumping to the simps of the viewers. They were all so gullible; she was gullible too. But even still those papers just didn't sit well with the woman so after tossing and turning she finally flung the covers off and hopped out of bed to gather said paperwork and plopped them onto her nightstand so that in the morning she would figure out what to do with them. Finally feeling fewer ants in her pants she allowed herself to close her eyes and let the drowsy effects of the alcohol pull her into slumber. 

When she finally awoke after a blissful 2-hour sleep it was not to the sound of birds chirping outside her window or the sound of nails clawing at her door. It was not even the smell of fresh coffee or breakfast being made that she knew Kason would be making as he did every morning as she got ready for work. No, instead of her normal routine wake-up call she got something splashing her in the face. She yelped sitting up from her bed wiping her face expecting to see a laughing McKenzie but instead, she saw nothing but darkness around her and the sound of the howling wind around her. Trees loomed overhead waving in the said wind making the night sky look even eerier than before. There were no lights out but the moon behind a few clouds that rolled by slowly. What was worst the water she felt a splash on her was not water but in a sense mud. That much she could tell from the goop that stained her fingertips and was slowly drying cold on her face and hair. Her blue eyes widened as she looked left and then right realizing she was not in her bedroom in her apartment anymore. She was in the middle of nowhere. Nowhere that she did not recognize. Was this some sort of prank done by McKenzie and Kason because if it were she did not find it the least bit funny. Panic started to claw up her throat until she felt something soft and velvety brush her hair and she yelped; damn near having a heart attack as she jerked back and looked up into the darkness expecting some sort of monster but instead found the long face of a ...horse? She blinked confused at this revelation as she looked around once more. 

She was literally in the middle of nowhere in the woods and there was a horse? What the hell was going on? The horse though did not seem to mind her and instead seemed curious enough to sniff at her and paw at the ground which resulted in more mud flying onto her clothing. That explained the mud shower that awoke her at least. She gave a shaky smile and reached up a hand to stroke the soft snout of the beast above her. It was a pretty brown or maybe chestnut color; hard to tell in the dark but she could tell that it was bridled and saddled already making her wonder where on earth its rider was. Frankly, she wanted to know where she was too. Her thoughts were interrupted by the distant scream of some sort of animal in the distance; it didn't sound like any animal she'd heard before outside of horror movies and the scream made shivers of discomfort roll down her spine making her instinctively rise to her feet and inch closer to the horse that stood alert and waiting in the moonlight that filtered through the gaps of clouds in the sky. 

The sound of crunching twigs and underbrush echoed around her making her unable to pinpoint where it was coming from between the distance screams of some sort of animal or creature in the darkness and the area she was in. Her heart hammered in her chest as she swallowed thickly and reached up to place a shaking hand on the horse's reigns; expecting to leap up onto its back and ride away as fast as possible if need be. She didn't know where she was and she wasn't going to risk having a bear or wolf attack her in these woods; what a pathetic way to die after waking up muddy, wet, and cold in the middle of nowhere. Another twig snapped right behind her and she screamed a little while spinning around on her heels just in time to see a large mass barrel towards her. The impact forced the air from her lungs in a painful rush as a large and heavy mass of fur collided with her. A pair of golden eyes stared down at her as white sharp teeth poised over her face threateningly. She was going to die and she was going to die mutilated by a wolf just like she feared. But she didn't. Instead, the weight shifted and a wet nose pressed against her cheek inquisitively making her whimper a little and peek open an eye to stare at the wolf in front of her. Wait, why did it look so familiar? The beast crawled off of her with its tail wagging a little and sat down allowing her to fully take in the large animal. It wasn't a wolf. Well, not a full-bred wolf anyways. She knew those eyes right away and a rush of relief flooded her as she flung her arms around the wolf's thick neck and hugged him.

"Killua!" she breathed a relieved sigh as she nuzzled her face into his grey neck fur. The wolfdog that she remembered seemed to be a lot bigger than she remembered him back home and looked a little more wolfish than normal too. She frowned pulling back to study him; he was her Killua but he looked so much like his mother right now with his wolfish features.

As she studied him his demeanor changed quickly as he suddenly rose to his paws and took a few steps over her as if shielding the woman whilst his lips drew back in a warning snarl and his coarse fur stood up on end to make himself look twice as big as he usually was. Olivia tensed as she grasped fistfuls of his fur and buried her face into his side as if trusting him to hide her. The scream of whatever was in front of them pierced her ears so loudly she had to clasp her hands over her ears and she whimpered crouching into herself. Killua snarled right back and leaped towards the ugliest creature Olivia had ever seen; it looked like something out of a fantasy horror movie or something as the large dark form of her wolfdog collided with the weird spiderlike-figure in front of them. Teeth snapped and tore into black flesh as dagger-like fingers swiped back and forth trying to dislodge the large mass clinging to its body. Olivia's blue eyes widened and she felt the air leave her lungs as she watched helplessly as her animal best friend fought off a monster for her safety. 

Feeling as if she had to do something she reached for a large jagged stick by her side on the ground and grasped the thick wood she began rising to her feet. Just as the unknown beast flung Killua off causing him to be slammed into a tree making him let out a pained yelp and a crunch of bones. Olivia's eyes widened and a fire of fury filled her chest as she gripped the sharp stick like a spear and bolted for the ugly thing as it turned its back on her to finish off her mutt. Not on her watch! But a human woman and a stick wouldn't do much against such a creature which was well learned in a split second as the beast turned around hearing her battle cry of fury and turned to her; swiping its tail at her making the connection with her side and flinging her off to the side. She tumbled and rolled a few times before skidding to a halt against a rock. She coughed up the mixture of bile and blood that rose to her throat at the intense flare of pain in her entire body. She felt like gasoline had been poured into her veins as she struggled to rise. A mass of red spread quickly into her shirt across her side and a glance down spoke volumes of why. A large jagged hole gushed blood from her side every time she moved to light her flesh in fire and pain each time. She swallowed thickly and looked back up towards the beast that stalked towards her before looking towards Killua who lay struggling to rise after being impaled by a branch of the tree he had been flung into.

A pain flared in her heart worse than the wound on her side. Her lip quivered as she realized that Killua was probably dying right now and she was going to die too in this unknown cold place. She tried her best at least right? That's all that counted. She winced lying against the boulder behind her and gave a faint smile that spoke of her surrender to the inevitable. She closed her eyes expecting to feel more pain. She expected some tearing of flesh, broken bones, and pain that did not come as expected but instead, she heard a distant scream at the back of her mind as her consciousness was fogging up her mind from the rapid loss of blood. Maybe it was just a dream? Maybe...Her eyes fluttered open to peer one last time through cloudy vision just in time to see the creature struggling against a figure; a human figure that wielded a sword against its defenses and was cutting the beast down. She saw a shock of white, a gleam of mental, and the last thing she remembered was a pair of golden eyes staring down at her right before her eyes fell shut and her mind went blank.

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[roleplayermeet]

I’m looking for a rp partner.

Most important:

-Please be active. If you tend to reply once a week/every two weeks please do not reach out. I understand that we have our lives but I’m always able to find time at least once a day to reply and I do expect the same from my partner.

-Only 18+ people. I don’t mind NSFW however I prefer fade to black in terms of smut. I might change my mind tho. I’m 18+ myself.

-I write ONLY female characters and I don’t double. I’d rather focus on one plot.

-I roleplay on discord and I use tupper box.

-I don’t ghost people and I don’t want to be ghosted.

-I enjoy out of character talk. I want to be able to chat with my partner about the plot, ideas but also everyday stuff.

Ships I’d like to write:

The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

-Klaus Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall**

-Elijah Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall

-Stefan Salvatore x Caroline Forbes

-Klaus Mikaelson x Caroline Forbes**

-Kol Mikaelson x Davina Claire

Harry Potter

-Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

Greg’s Anatomy

-Mark Sloan x Lexie Grey

-Derek Shepherd x Meredith Grey

The Good Doctor

-Neil Melendez x Claire Brown

Marvel

-Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr) x Pepper Potts

-Spider-Man (Tom Holland/Andrew Garfield) x MJ

Love Rosie

-Alex Stewart (Sam Claflin) x Rosie Dunne (Lily Collins)

** ships I want to write the most

I prefer to base plots on series/movies but if we could come up with a good plot I’m willing to write my female characters against the following famous people:

-Harry Styles

-Sebastian Stan

-Sam Claflin

-Henry Cavill

Like the post and I’ll get back to you or you can just dm me!

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[raewritesfiction]

My Year In Review 2022

I posted 2,731 times in 2022

That's 638 more posts than 2021!

411 posts created (15%)

2,320 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@raewritesfiction

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I tagged 1,359 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#pedro pascal - 199 posts

#chris evans - 163 posts

#alexander skarsgard - 141 posts

#anon - 129 posts

#ask - 125 posts

#sebastian stan - 123 posts

#alexander skarsgård - 117 posts

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#henry cavill - 105 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

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#2

Pearl Necklace [Chris Evans]

A/N: just an idea that floated into my brain…

Plot: Reader has fun times with Chris Evans and he makes sure to praise her right.

Pairing: Female!Reader X Chris Evans

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), use of honourifics

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Chris had flopped down on the sofa - sinking his way down so his head could lean back - as soon as he had come home. A long day has been expected but it had been especially stressful and had included more than one call to you so he could offload his thoughts.

You had made sure that when he had gotten home you were ready; you wore his favourite little black form-fitting dress and had forgone the need for any underwear. Your hair was tied up and back off of your face which was made up with only the cheapest mascara, eyeliner and lipstick. The kind that smudged and ran with ease.

Silently you walk into the room and stand between his spread legs, sinking to your knees as his eyes open. He smiles widely at you and licks his lips. “Well damn baby…”

You smirk but stay silent and run your hands up his thighs, squeezing lightly and then moving up to his waistband, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping the denim that held him captive.

“You sure know how to make a rough day much better..” Chris runs his fingers over your cheek and holds your chin, his thumb moving back and forth over your jaw while your hands pull down his pants “you’re such a good pet for me…”

A shiver runs over your body at his words and you wrap a hand around his hardening length “always for you…” you whisper quietly and work your hand over him; your fingers dancing around the head and making him squirm.

“You always know how to make me feel good.” Chris moans and runs a hand into your hair to grip the messy bun. “Please…”

You lick your lips and dip your head, sucking the head of his cock lightly; teasing him just enough to make him whine your name. Just when he’s getting extra needy you lower your head and take his cock into your mouth fully until he hits the back of your throat.

“Oh Jesus fuck! When did you learn that?!” Chris arches off the sofa and groans loudly, looking down to watch your head move with each suck of his cock. He grips the messy bun and helps guide your rhythm and speed; jerking his hips when he feels you wrap your hand around his balls and massage lightly.

The dildo you had practiced on wasn’t quite the same size as Chris but it had worked well as you now take him deeper and practically breathe through your ears. Chris’s groans and panting were music to your ears but too soon he pulled you away “I wanna be inside you..” looking down at your running mascara and smudged lipstick with a smirk.

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[findingroleplays]

I’m looking for a rp partner.

Most important:

-Please be active. If you tend to reply once a week/every two weeks please do not reach out. I understand that we have our lives but I’m always able to find time at least once a day to reply and I do expect the same from my partner.

-Only 18+ people (I’m over 18). I don’t mind NSFW however I prefer fade to black in terms of smut. I might change my mind tho.

-I write ONLY female characters and I don’t double. I’d rather focus on one plot.

-I roleplay on discord and I use tupper box.

-I don’t ghost people and I don’t want to be ghosted.

-I enjoy out of character talk. I want to be able to chat with my partner about the plot, ideas but also everyday stuff.

Ships I’d like to write:

The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

-Klaus Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall**

-Elijah Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall

-Stefan Salvatore x Caroline Forbes

-Klaus Mikaelson x Caroline Forbes**

-Kol Mikaelson x Davina Claire

Harry Potter

-Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

Greg’s Anatomy

-Mark Sloan x Lexie Grey

-Derek Shepherd x Meredith Grey

The Good Doctor

-Neil Melendez x Claire Brown

Marvel

-Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr) x Pepper Potts

-Spider-Man (Tom Holland/Andrew Garfield) x MJ

Love Rosie

-Alex Stewart (Sam Claflin) x Rosie Dunne (Lily Collins)

** ships I want to write the most

I prefer to base plots on series/movies but if we could come up with a good plot I’m willing to write my female characters against the following famous people:

-Harry Styles

-Sebastian Stan

-Sam Claflin

-Henry Cavill

Like the post and I’ll get back to you or you can just dm me!

#18+ #discord #the vampire diaries #the originals #harry potter #greys anatomy #the good doctor #marvel #love rosie

[rpersearch]

I’m looking for a rp partner.

Most important:

-Please be active. If you tend to reply once a week/every two weeks please do not reach out. I understand that we have our lives but I’m always able to find time at least once a day to reply and I do expect the same from my partner.

-Only 18+ people (I’m over 18). I don’t mind NSFW however I prefer fade to black in terms of smut. I might change my mind tho.

-I write ONLY female characters and I don’t double. I’d rather focus on one plot.

-I roleplay on discord and I use tupper box.

-I don’t ghost people and I don’t want to be ghosted.

-I enjoy out of character talk. I want to be able to chat with my partner about the plot, ideas but also everyday stuff.

Ships I’d like to write:

The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

-Klaus Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall**

-Elijah Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall

-Stefan Salvatore x Caroline Forbes

-Klaus Mikaelson x Caroline Forbes**

-Kol Mikaelson x Davina Claire

Harry Potter

-Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

Greg’s Anatomy

-Mark Sloan x Lexie Grey

-Derek Shepherd x Meredith Grey

The Good Doctor

-Neil Melendez x Claire Brown

Marvel

-Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr) x Pepper Potts

-Spider-Man (Tom Holland/Andrew Garfield) x MJ

Love Rosie

-Alex Stewart (Sam Claflin) x Rosie Dunne (Lily Collins)

** ships I want to write the most

I prefer to base plots on series/movies but if we could come up with a good plot I’m willing to write my female characters against the following famous people:

-Harry Styles

-Sebastian Stan

-Sam Claflin

-Henry Cavill

Like the post and I’ll get back to you or you can just dm me!

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[milky-maid-library]

Chapter 2: Dis aliter visum

Chapter Summary: Elizabeth wakes up in the Institute and learns quickly how they treat the patients with the help of new friends.

Please read these Warning tags: 18+, child abandonment, mentions of abuse, references to racism. Forced rehabilitation.

Notes: Dis aliter visum means “Fate had different plans” and this is a gift for @cursedcursingviking​

It was just darkness, a never ending black that Elizabeth was vaguely conscious to, wondering if she’d ever awaken. The sensation of floating was ruined as her body fell and kept falling, hitting her hard away on a uncomfortable mattress. A ripping breath of air tore her to sit up, sweat had soaked her skin, hair and the softness around her. Her palm pressed into her chest trying to control the painful stabs of her pounding heart. Eyes darted around the room, discovering she was no longer in the hospital. She was in a cubicle space. The bed she was sweating on was surrounded by three walls and a curtain, no roof… she swallowed down her hard before hesitantly climbing ontop the mattress and peering over the walls. She discovered a larger room, a grand hall almost. Rows of cubicles filled with single and bunk beds surrounded the area. She counted at least thirty cubicles that she could see.

All the beds were eerily empty, she was so alone, it felt cold. As she climbed down her mattress, she noticed the shapeless dress she was wearing and tennis shoes. The ugliest green puke colour, patterned with long sleeves and high neck buttons. And on her wrist was a shiny permanent metal wrist band with her name, date of birth and blood status carved into it. She felt unable to breathe, it was the middle of spring, it was starting to get hotter! Her fingers ripped open her neck collar, letting her breath.

And as she rolled up her sleeves the curtain ripped back to the image of a wrinkly faced nun….

“Good Morning,” she smiled cynically, her blue eyes icy cold, “Would you like some breakfast?”

She was something crossed between a Delores Umbridge and a testy crow.

Elizabeth was skeptical, scared and definitely fleetly looking for an escape. She couldn’t remember where they’d taken her except that it was a correctional facility. If she managed to look around for a exit it would be in her favour especially since she was sure she hadn’t eaten anything in the last twenty four hours almost.

“Come on now then girl,” the shrewd woman snapped and flicked her hand, “don’t dawdle.”

Elizabeth was quickly on her tail. Her thighs rubbed together and as she walked she knew right away that her underwear was not her own. It made her want to vomit. As the nun lead her out of the hall of beds, they trailed down a hall of doctor’s and nurses offices and rooms filled with kitchens, laundry rooms, art supplies and fake nurseries.

They passed a great symbol painted into the wall. A depiction of a pregnant woman cradling the Omega symbol in her arms while she wore a large smile and a blindfold to cover her eyes.

You and me too lady, Elizabeth inwardly smirked. It wasn’t hard to figure out she was in ‘Saint Selene’s School For Adolescent Omega’.

And then her heart fell when they passed a window. She could see outdoors. She did not see a single building other than the facilities; she saw a grand distance of trees and mountains…but that was not what took away her breath. A fence, a tall and long fence barred her in this place, the tops wrapped with barbed wire.

This place was just a pretty prison.

When she stopped and stared at the fence, she almost broke into sobs. The nun scolded her and tugged her away by her shoulder. She was currently dragged to twin doors and welcomed the vision of three massive tables where over a dozen girls sat and ate their food. They all suddenly stopped, all their loud chatter dying down to whispers and finger pointing.

The woman in the habit grinned at them all who stared at them, “Girls,” she announced shrilly, “I’d like to introduce a new member to our blessed home, Miss Elizabeth Hillard.”

Her claws unleashed her shoulder and gestured to the tables, a bowl of porridge seemed to miraculously sit in her hands, passing it to her, fuck I must be really drugged up, she didn’t always have that with her did she?

“Well then…” the nun said, “Why don’t you find a seat?” and walked off the moment Elizabeth looked for an empty space. As she paced down the aisles, not a single girl looked at her welcomingly. They gave her glares and whispers of “Her hair is so untamed, so un-omega.” And “She looks dirty and smells wild, bad omega, don’t talk to her.”

Elizabeth almost cried then and there when she noticed there was no one that was like her there. Only pale racist bitches….until she noticed a blonde girl, around her age, skinny as a rake curling her fingers for her to come closer.

“Hey new girl,” she laughed, “sit with us.”

By that point she didn’t care if she was alone, but the chance of an invite wouldn’t be ignored when she came to such an ominous place. When she sat beside the girl she understood that the other four with her were her friends.  

Chewing her lip, Elizabeth whispered to them, “Are...you all Omegas?”

Chatter of the other tables increased. The skinny girl cackled meanly and regarded to her and her friends, “Nah, Kylie’s an Alpha elf and Gen is a beta pixie and I’m an eleven fingered witch.” She smartly said wiggling her only ten digits. The other girls giggled and snickered crudely.

“Okay,” Elizabeth rolled her eyes and leant back to leave, “‘yes’ would’ve been suffice.” Before another girl piped up over the gossiping crowds.

“What’s got you so hot new girl?” she winked her green eyes and flickered her ginger hair, “Didn’t like the results?” w

Sitting back Elizabeth stirred her cold porridge, mumbling, “I was meant to be an Alpha. But I’m now just a stupid Omega.”

“Easy with the mean words there, new girl,” snapped the girl with a toothpick between her teeth, “Did you think we chose to be Omega?”

Ouch, she never really took in account of Omega’s opinions growing up, knowing they would be the lowest of the low; she just assumed they enjoyed the thought of making babies.

Elizabeth flinched, a new side-effect of being an omega she suspected, “Sorry…”

“Hey, we get it,” The skinny girl scratched her blonde head, “Besides from what we heard, your parents abandoned you here? Talk of the town in here with the gossiping sisters. So you’ll be spending time with us during the summer break while all the other girls go home.”

Elizabeth blinked. Her parents really had abandoned her? After all these years of supposed unconditional love, they sent her away because of a gene she couldn’t control. She rubbed her eyes before any tears could fall. she didn’t feel like looking like a weakling in front of these girls.

“How many stay behind?”

“Including you?” she replied automatically, “Six.”

“Kylie,” she said pointing at a girl who was cleaning her nails and, her lips looked unnaturally dark pink against her olive skin. Her smock was the only one that looked nice on her. It fitted. Everyone’s looked too loose of too tight…

“Gen,” she then gestured to the smallest girl in the group, she had a soft face and full cheeks, bright eyes surrounded by round glasses and appeared the most excited to meet her despite not speaking a single word. She was closest appearance to a black girl compared to Elizabeth, but her loose hair and lighter skin with European features had her sceptical.

“Chip,” the finger directed to the green-eyed winking redhead with a hooked nose.

“Pepper,” was the most intimidating presence. Her eyes were deeply set in, her face was hard and sculpted with a sharp jaw, her teeth might’ve been yellow but that didn’t take away the message her toothpick gave. Her biceps were visible enough beneath the dress, Elizabeth wonder where her other muscles would be and how the hell did she get them? Down from her cheek to her chin, crossing over her lips was a nasty scar. Her short black hair was a poor haircut but that didn’t take away the threatening look she had.

“and me, I’m Legs.”

Out of almost a hundred girls, six remained? The rest had homes and families who cared and loved them. And even though she had a home…they didn’t love her enough to allow her back…her home was now these cold walls and sanitised floors.

She took a bite of her porridge and had little strength to swallow it. They all laughed at her screwed-up face and Chip slapped the table. Chip, Pepper….Legs?

“Are those your real names?” she heaved before pushing the bowl away.

“Fuck no,” Pepper huffed, “but it’s what we call eachother.”

The smallest, Gen proclaimed happily, “After living here for so long we tend to get a nickname.”

The longer she listened, the more she truly felt the ideals of a prison being inflicted….bad food, nicknames, solitary, uniforms.

“How long have you all been here?” Elizabeth looked around the table seeing their curious glances. She held hope, maybe after the summer her parents would gather their senses, she could manage 3 months.

“I have been here the longest,” said Legs, “Turned twenty, four months ago and I was dropped off when I was around seven, that was when they took in this age group. Now little ones go to ‘Camp Neoma for youngling Omega youth’.”

Gen tugged her sleeve and told Elizabeth, “Chip and I were dropped off within weeks of eachother when we were ten, now we’re eighteen, Pepper who’s nineteen got here two years ago.”

Chip wrapped her thick arm around Kylie who rolled her eyes while she chuckled, “And none of us are leaving this place unless we are twenty-one or if our parents come back to take us in. Kylie will be the first to leave since she got here at fifteen and she’ll be turning twenty-one in three months.”

“Absolute abandonment,” Kylie grinned while the rest of them giggled. It seemed they were excited for her freedom, but it only laid heavy on her mind, how long am I going to be forced to stay here?

Her throat tightened while tears accidently fell from her lashes….absolute abandonment… her parents were already there. Within seconds she wiped them up and looked to the ceiling, attempting to rub her eye and pretend it was just dirt in her eyes.

“So small fry,” Pepper prodded her with her spoon, “How old are you?”

“I um…I turned nineteen a month ago.”

“Damn it,” Gen whined, “I’m still the youngest.”

Kylie pulled in the smallest Omega and laid a kiss on her forehead, a fine lip mark appeared between the girl’s eyes. She then started to braid her hair and fix her collar, like a big sister… or a girlfriend. They kissed again, but on the lips before Chip jabbed Gen in the side and gestured to the nerving nuns stalk around the tables. They glared like starved hawks. When Elizabeth turned to look she could feel the unpleasantness of the dresses they were all wearing.

“D-do we have to wear these?” Elizabeth squirmed, scratching the back of her neck and her arms. Her bracelet was incredibly cold against her skin and whenever she moved it stung. Her senses to the new life had increased and she loathed every second.

“Yep,” Legs said, laying back, “Don’t worry, you grow used to it.  I mean you don’t have to choose, and stress about what you’re going to wear.”

Elizabeth didn’t want to get used to it, she wanted cotton, denim jeans or at least her own fucking underwear.  She shuddered, who even dressed her?

“Kylie suffered the harshest,” Gen giggled into Kylie’s shoulder. Kylie was running her fingers through her hair, attempting a perfect part. The two were soft, and borderline nauseating for her, yet the Omega in her yearned for some part of being looked after in a relationship.

Elizabeth figured she hadn’t stayed long enough to earn a title, but doing the math, surely…why did they all have them but, “Why don’t you have a nickname?”

“Kylie is my nickname,” she smirked and held out her polished hands, “My real name is Hannah, but I used to watch the Kardashians and reality tv like TLC religiously girl,” she whispered while a nun walked passed Elizabeth, “I have the best fashion sense out of everyone here including those guards.”

Elizabeth saw the hate in all their eyes, as their friend Legs explained, “Don’t trust any of the nurses or doctors, those fuckers act nice, but shit depending on your plan you’ll find out what kind of concentration camp this is.”

By all they’d told her, she was sure this was an official prison and with the sight of the fence that sent her into chills she accepted and agreed this was a place of hell.

“So….Legs?” Elizabeth dragged.

“We call Saddie ‘Legs’ since she’s the fastest,” Chips jerked her head to the side, “she’s gotten out, beyond the fence.”

Remembering back to the height and threatening barbed wire atop, Elizabeth’s eyes widened, “You’ve gotten out!?”

“Escaped and caught,” Legs chuckled proudly, fluffing her hair.

“…eleven goddamn times,” Pepper smirked, and sighed with a grimacing smile, “All to see some dumb fucking Alpha at Portia’s Penitentiary for Male Adolescent Alpha’s.”

Elizabeth gawked and kept think about the fence, if they could help her get out...but suddenly her head was spinning around, “I didn’t know Alphas had an institute,” she mumbled. What if she was an Alpha she could’ve still been thrown into an institution if her parents didn’t support her.

“They mostly put the boys who’ve tried to rape from their incontrollable restraints of their hormones and immunity to the basic suppressants you can buy at the counter,” Kylie explained.

“Except Isaac!” Legs defended, “He’s never raped anyone…he just…gets uncontrollably kinky and horny. Like me.”

Elizabeth gawked.

“Nasty slut,” Chips teased poking her tongue at Legs.

Legs scoffed, “Bitch.”

“Girls!” befell a booming tone, a deep solemn voice that had the hairs on the back of Elizabeth’s neck rising, “I hope I’m not hearing foul language being said in front of our new resident.” Prisoner. His thick hand curled onto of her shoulder, heavy and solidly threatening. She bit her lip, don’t interact.

“Hey Doc H!” Legs laughed “Nah,” and threw him a low high-five, she wiped her nose and shrugged while she warranted, “We’re just laying down the rules to the new girl…Like curfew…”

C-curfew?!

“Oh really?” he hummed staring at her.

“Yeah, good ol’ eight o’clock curfew for a four o’clock rise.”

The doctor laughed his head tilting back a slight.

Four o’clock? What the fuck is this place, the military?! This is undoubtedly a prison, Jesus!

“How’s our new resident feeling?” he asked, smiling down at Elizabeth.

She turned and held him in a might glare, her viperous tongue spat “How every girl feels being forced into an asylum without her consent, trapped and imprisoned.”

His smile did not faulter and that was something powerful…it stabbed her in the chest. He was not easily tempted to anger? Maybe she’d have to find another pen…He blinked and nodded slowly, that sickening, stomach dropping grin still on his face.

The silence was cold and the other girls shared side glances, even the other tables fell quieter to listen in.

“Docter H, what have you been up to lately,” Pepper commented brightly, the layer of dimmed joy grew back, “we haven’t seen you for so long!”

“Yeah, well I’m happy to tell you that I’ll be hanging around you more often. Oh and I got you something,” he bent down and whispered, “but I’ll give them to you tonight before lights out.”

He said something into Pepper’s ear and left, a giant smile stretched onto her lips. Like the cat that got the cream.  

Walking away Elizabeth leant back in her chair with a relaxed sigh, “Finally,”

“What’s wrong,” Legs murmured, “You and Doc H got bad chemistry or something?”

“He’s the asshole that put me here…” Elizabeth hissed.

“If he’s just an asshole, god help us from the other nurses and doctors, feral dogs they are. Doc H is doing his job but at least he makes time to make us feel human instead of just ‘Omega breeding stock and future wives’. You can’t trust any of the doctors in here, but he’s the least threatening.”

Threatening?!

Suddenly a whistle blew ear splittingly. Within seconds everyone was picking up their plates and standing up, walking from their tables. Shoving away from the table the five girls of the group rose from their seats.

“C’mon,” Elizabeth felt a tap on her arm, “grubs over,” Legs grinned, “how’s your skills at washing clothes?”

She collected her own plate of food and followed the other girls to rows of bins to shove them into…

“It’s not that hard,” Elizabeth finally smiled, “You just chuck it into the washing machine and then the dryer.”

But when her new found friends started to all laugh together she felt a wind of dread…were they not washing clothes?

The steam of the hot water filled the air and entered every ladies lungs as the worked tiredly. The steam would creep up to the ceiling and slip out the cracks in the walls and the barely opened windows. Big bath tubs filled the room, water hot to touch. Drenched bedsheets, and uniforms were piled and soaked in the tubs. The soap was churned into the clothes and sheets with wooden dolly sticks that were heavy and hard to use. This was it….scrubbing clothes clean. Blisters becgan to form quickly onto Elizabeth’s soft hands. When one popped, she hissed in pain and barked with furious frustration, “Ugh mother fucker!”

The Nuns sitting down ‘supervising’ with canes by their sides were quick in action.

“Is something wrong Elizabeth?” The most patient questioned.

“Yea,” Elizabeth threw down the stirring tool and yelled, “This is fucking slave labour!” folding her arms defiantly she jerked her chin to the herself and the other girls who paused from their obedient actions, watching these events, “What’s next?” she wiped her sweaty face, “Cotton Picking?!”

“Miss Hillard!” gasped an older, intimidating nun who was red in the face and wide in the waist, “I would prefer you wouldn’t use such unladylike language in front of others.” She tapped the edge of the tub with her cane and stomped her foot, “This is standard Omega training, learning the basic training is essential for the life you will lead.” The cane was then poked at Elizabeths chest.

She slapped it away from as quickly as it dared settled, “Just because my chromosomes got meddled with, doesn’t mean I should hand wash. When I leave I plan to pay people to wash my clothes at the laundromat, like a normal person.”

Now Elizabeth could hear the girls around her make the same comments again, “bad omega”, “Disrespectful”, “Dirty”, “Lazy Omega”, “No one wants an Omega like her.”

And instead of feeling the senses to cry, she gritted her teeth and tightened her hands into fists. The nun mimicked her actions as she spat, “I will not tolerate your tone or disobedience. If you don’t wish to participate in today’s activities you can conduct hall duty.”

In the corner of her eye she could see Chips shaking her head while she mouthed the word “no”…But how could hall duty be worse than this? It’s just making sure people are not in the halls without passes and permission!

Hall duty? A blessing! Great heaven you are good! She would said confidently, “Anything but this…”

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[singeramg]

Midnight : Chapter 1

Pairing: Clark Kent / Black!OFC

Universe: DCMCU

Rating: The story will definitely be a M. Just not for a few chapters yet.

Warnings: Ummm, Nothing much for this chapter. 

Summary: When Gia, a Metahuman by force, left Metropolis, she vowed to never come back because nothing was there for her anymore. Secret in tow, she’s stayed out of the way of anyone that could destroy the life she’s built for herself. What happens when the Justice League needs her help reviving the one man she vowed to never see in the flesh again?

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first time writing anything in DCMCU. I just had this plot bunny that wouldn’t go away. So if anything is wrong or off then idk what to tell you. As far as I know my character and her powers are original. Anywho, I hope you like this, please give me some feedback and let me know if you want more!

Midnight: Chapter 1

 I had taken more hits than I had been used to in my short time as a superhero, I could feel the fist coming toward me and ducked resulting in my attacker hitting his no-good buddy in the face. The sound of his nose breaking gave me furthermore proof of the force behind his punch. I used the distraction to kick the legs out from under the bald attacker while his friend grabbed his nose in pain. Another ran toward me, attempting to charge me, but I was quicker. Using my built up kinetic energy from taking various hits I expelled it from my body, sending all three attackers into the ally’s dirty brick wall, leaving them all unconscious.

 I huffed, finally letting the exhaustion out in deep breaths. The woman I had saved from an attack was also unconscious, having passed out due to her presumed injuries, but I was grateful that she was safe. It had been at least 4 years since I fought like that, and I was a long way from Metropolis. I conjured my bag from whatever dimension I stored it in when I heard the woman in distress, pulling out my cell phone, in my best worried and distraught voice I begged the police to hurry, there had been an attack but the men responsible were being held. With an unnatural leap, I landed on the fire escape above and then climbed up just enough to see but not be seen, adding a force-field to protect the young woman from harm, should the robbers wake up before she did.

The cops arrived fairly quickly and arrested the criminals, and leaving me relaxed as I  ran and jumped across the building tops, until  I landed on the roof of my shoddy but livable building. Scaling down, I waved my hand over my body, skin tight black and gray suit disappearing and matching face mask along with it , leaving distressed, dark washed jeans, and black sleeveless crop top. The high ponytail and makeup never left my face so I looked like I had just come home from working one of my jobs at the local bar. It was exactly what I had been doing before I head the noises that lead to my intervention.

 Soreness from that level of exertion had begun to set in as I climbed the steps to my fourth floor apartment.  I opened the door, a small smile on my face as my neighbor, a friendly, and gentle woman in her 70s slept in my dark grey recliner (never mind I had gotten it just for her sake.) the tv replaying the news, despite it being so late. 

 “Ms. Alphonse, I am home.”

 I said gently shaking her, she jumped slightly and smiled once she realized who had been shaking her.

“Oh goodness me, Tiffany  you scare me every time you do that, how in the world are you so quiet?”

I chuckled, tossing my purse on the nearby couch.

“Guess I’m just good at it. How did tonight go?” I asked her, picking up the leftover plates off of my kitchen table in the small space. She stood and stretched, a small yawn followed, as she began to look for her keys.

“As always, a little angel. Gave me a little push back about dinner, but still well behaved.”

I nodded and smiled.

 “Good, did you leave your shopping list for me? I’ll be headed out tomorrow to do the weekly run.”

She moved to her purse and hands me a wad of cash and a piece of paper. I quickly try and hand the money back.

 “Now, Ms. A. You know this is too much! Plus I owe you for the week anyway.”

 “I told you as long as I’m breathing your money's no good with me. Plus me and the youngster are going to need some snacks for our movie night next weekend.”

I laughed, sticking her list and the money in my purse. 

“Fine, but please let me know if you need anything else this week from anywhere and I’ll be sure to get it for you.”

 “I am just grateful I don’t have to climb the steps with these knees being the way they are with bags of groceries. You are a godsend child.”

 She touches my face, it’s still a little sore from a blow I took earlier, but I do my best not to let it show. Somehow she knows it there, and her caress, dark and  withered against the caramel of my skin is cooling and comforting. Reminding me of a comfort long since lost to me. 

 “Sweetheart, you be careful out there.”

 I knew she had no way of knowing about my long since abandoned- recently-revived for one night alter-ego but somehow I felt she knew something was amiss. She didn’t push me however and left it at that.

 “Always Ms. A.”

 “Good. Now I’m going to go rest in my own bed. That chair is lovely but I need to stretch out.”

 I laughed at the dramatic way she cracked her back and walked her to the front door, then watched her walk down the hall to her door, making sure she got in and locked the door behind her , before I did the same. 

I sighed, resolving to do the dishes in the morning, I took my hair down, and walked to the back of my apartment. Stopping at a semi-closed door, gently pushing it open with my hand.

My heart always clenched looking at this little human. I could feel the energy of his heart beat pulsing as he rested so peacefully, not having any cares in the world. At peace knowing his mom would protect him from anything set out in the world to  hurt him. 

At least the best I could. I would do anything to protect him, even if that meant taking him away and hiding him. I left Metropolis before he had been born, vowing that no one would hurt my child in the ways I’d been hurt, no one would come after him because of his parentage, because no one knew he existed outside of being the son of a exhausted- young single mother named Tiffany March. He was Kyle March  and would stay that way for as long as I was alive. 

I hung up my alter-ego Midnight, a long time ago.

 Nobody would know that Kyle March and Tiffany March were not our real names at all.

 No one would know that Kyle was not fully human. 

 No one would know that Kyle was now the last child of Krypton due to the death of his father.

 No one could ever know that he was the Son of Superman...

A/N: SO I TRULY BELIEVE THIS FEELS MORE LIKE A PROLOGUE BUT DAMN ITS GOING TO BE CHAPTER 1 LOL

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Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Don’t Talk, Just Hold Me Closer

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 1.5K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie allows Leon in, and Leon tests the waters with a little experiment.

Warnings: smut, Daddy kink - not DDlg(I think), pet names (Daddy, little one, angel), male!Dom/female!sub, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, humiliation/degradation (slut is used lovingly), spit kink, non-barrier contraception, unprotected p-in-v sex, fluffy pillow talk

A/N: I'm a bit nervous to post this chapter, but this was my plan all along...to get kinky. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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The kiss he missed so deeply was back in his clutches. The taste of her was like ambrosia, food of the gods. He could and planned to get lost in this kiss over and over. He takes a moment to lean back, licking his lips and cradling her face in his hand. “Shall we move this elsewhere?”

“Bedroom, Leon.” Bobbie pleads, tightening her legs around him before leaning back in to kiss him.

Devouring her moans, he moved slowly through the apartment in the direction of her bedroom. Finding the door open, he enters and closes the door behind them.

Leon spins and holds Bobbie up against her bedroom door. Her fingers are tangled in his now messy curls and his hands are exploring underneath her skirt. Their kissing is a mix of lips, tongues, and teeth. Leon swallows her little moans, pressing himself into her embrace. He just doesn’t feel close enough. He wants to be inside her so badly.

He pulls back to rest his forehead against hers, and the whine she lets out is too precious. He chuckles lowly and places a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Easy there, Sweetness. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just thinking,” He starts to grind his stiffening erection into her clothed core, “Thinking whether I wanna try something with you.”

“I wanna try it.” Her impulsivity got the better of her.

“How about some roleplay? You’re gonna be my little one,” He caresses her cheek, “And I’ll be Daddy. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She says, biting her lip and focusing her pleading eyes on him.

Using one arm to hold Bobbie, Leon uses the other to unbutton his pants and slowly and carefully pull the zipper down. She reaches down to stroke his uncut length, marveling at how warm and thick his dick is. For a moment, she wonders if she will be able to accommodate his girth. 

That thought quickly is out of her mind as she feels him working his hand inside her panties. One finger and then two are sliding into her tight heat. They both continue to play with each other until their breathing picks up. 

Leon turns them around and deposits Bobbie onto the bed, climbing in after her. “As much as I would love to fuck into you while standing, I need to make sure I don’t pass out from the pleasure of sliding into your pretty pussy for the first time, little one.” 

Pulling off her panties, he slides between her legs and lets his cock lay heavy on her mound. Leaning forward on one arm at the side of her head, he grips the base of his cock and teases the head through her folds. 

“Do we need protection? I would love to feel you, skin on skin.”

“I’m on the pill. I wanna feel you too, Daddy.”

At her mewling, he slides in slow and true. He sits inside her for a moment allowing her to get used to the stretch and himself to calm his heightened state of arousal.

He maintains eye contact with her and she whines, moving her hips to try and get friction. He has a smirk on his face as he watches her fuck herself shallowly on his dick.

“Put your ankles on my shoulders, little one.”

The answering whimper sent shivers down his spine. He then helped her fold in half, holding her there, their hips flush against one another.

Still, he only would grind his pelvis into her, not moving in and out yet. That evil smirk on his face as he stares her down, obviously waiting for something. Raising his eyebrows, his face turns into one of expectation.

“Um…please?” Her hands clutch at his biceps as he looks down at her.

“Please…,” Leon adjusted his hips to pull out slightly then freezes, “What’s my name, little one?”

“Daddy! Please fuck me, Daddy!” The whimpers soon turn to sobs as tears fall down her face with the shock of his first thrust.

“Mmmm, that’s my good girl, taking Daddy’s cock so well,” He begins an even pace, leaning down to kiss away her tears and praise her, “Fuck. So fucking tight and hot around me.” 

Changing his angle slightly, he began massaging her inner bundle of nerves. Noticing how her sobs were getting louder and her breathing was becoming erratic, he doubled down on his assault on her pussy.

“I want you to play with your clit, little one. Come on Daddy’s cock. Stop fighting it, stop thinking. Daddy will do all the thinking for you. Don’t worry that empty little head.” 

Bobbie’s hand sped up on her clit and soon enough, her walls were fluttering around Leon’s length. Her sugary sweet moans were music to his ears as he fucked her through her orgasm.

“Such a good girl for me. Doing just what you’re told. Perfect little angel,” Moving to sit on his heels, he let his hands roam over her body. Rubbing her belly, pinching and teasing her nipples, his hand continued to rise up her body, “May Daddy wrap his hand around your throat?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She’s nodding and reaching for his hand to put it on her neck.

“Look who’s eager to be Daddy’s little slut. Is there anything you won’t do for Daddy?”

“Anything for Daddy,” Her dreamy voice left her mouth as he tightened his hand.

“That’s right, my little slut. You’ll take anything that Daddy gives you right?” He releases his grip and she breathes in deeply.

“Yes, Daddy,” Catching her breath, she looks up at him with soft umber eyes.

“Open your mouth, little one.” He gathers the saliva in his mouth and spits it into her awaiting mouth, “That’s my good girl, swallowing it down. Daddy is so close, little one. Where do you want my cum?”

“Inside me, Daddy. Please fill me up?” She made sure to poke out her bottom lip in a pout that went straight to his dick.

“Oh, little one, I would love to fill you up with my cum. Are you ready for me?”

All she can do is nod as he fucks into her. She feels him continually burying himself inside her so deeply. His pulsing cock empties inside her while he latches onto her mouth in a feverish kiss. His warm, heavy load shot into waiting walls.

She swallows the grunts and groans he unleashes. She moves her ankles off his shoulders and wraps them around his waist. Pushing back some wet curls from his forehead, she broke the kiss to catch her breath. She tightened her thighs against his waist when she felt him trying to pull out.

“Sweetness,” His voice drawls a bit, and his eyes are fluttering open, “As much as I love being inside you, I am so sensitive right now. Let me pull out and I’ll fuck you again later.”

She unhooks her legs from around him, letting him escape her clutches. As his semi-hard cock slips free, he watches as his spend leaks from her swollen cunt. Stuffing himself back into his slacks, he lays down next to her and pulls her close.

“So, that was interesting. I like to roleplay, it would seem.” She lays an arm around his middle, giving him a good squeeze.

“You take orders very well. Like a natural submissive,” The arm around her cuddles back in return, “Have you ever experimented with submission?”

“Never. But I’m interested in it. Is it just during sex or is it all of the time?” The curiosity in her voice excited him.

“Well, that depends. We could do it just during sex, we could expand it to 24/7 Dominant and submissive roles, or we could just do it a couple of times a week. Whatever works for us,” He lays a kiss on the top of her head, “But I did really enjoy hearing you call me Daddy.”

“I liked it when you called me little one, Daddy.”

“That’s my sweet little one,” He tips her head up to kiss her forehead, “We can talk about it after a nap. I think we both deserve a little reset, what do you think?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m tired. Can we still cuddle?” 

“Of course, we can cuddle, little one. Come and get comfy with Daddy.”

She pulls the comforter over them and wraps herself around him. “Kisses?”

“Always, sweet one.” He licks at her lips as she leans in, licking into her mouth as she opens up for him. He is truly addicted to her kiss. 

And now, he was ready to be addicted to a few other parts of her. From her curiosity to her natural submission, Leon was smitten with Bobbie. He’s only known her for a handful of days and he was already starting to think about taking her on as a sub. Instead of worrying about the future, he just decides to take a nap with a pretty girl.

Chapter 4

A/N: The title of this chapter is taken from Take Care of Business by Nina Simone. I love Nina and this is the second time she’s inspired some Napoleon fiction.

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any girls! dark academia movie recs? i really struggle to find anything not about a group of boys (as much as I love them)

SO MANY!!! This is probably a far more detailed answer than you were expecting but this is a popular question and I want to keep a list for myself and others.

Feel free to add to it/give opinions. I've tried to give a tw for anything I can remember

Girls! Dark Academia Movies/TV Shows

Mona Lisa Smile (2003)

1950s Women’s college

Art professor! Julia Roberts

She’s legit the female Mr Keating of the art & college world

Feminism vs. Tradition

Maggie Gyllenhall x Ginnifer Goodwin; their characters were more than friends. Fight me.

Does not end how you expect

Strike!/All I Wanna Do/The Hairy Bird (1998)

MY FAVOURITE!!!

Free on YouTube under one of its various names

Comedy

1960s all girls boarding school

Young Kirsten Dunst

Group of girls plot to sabotage a merger with a boys school less prestigious than their own

Secret attic clubhouse meetings of the D.A.R aka Daughters of the American Ravioli (eaten cold, ew)

girls get political & advocate for their rights using ANY elaborate and chaotic scheme

TW: eating disorder, vomiting & creepy male teacher but the girls plot against him too

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1969)

based on a short book I read for uni by Muriel Spark

1930s girls school in Edinburgh

Scottish teacher! Maggie Smith, controversial with a focus on romantic ideals

Spoiler alert, the liberal teacher is actually a fascist

Her group of fave students has cult- vibes and it’s fascinating

Picnic at Hanging Rock

1970s movie or 2018 mini series

Never watched either but I plan to

Wild Child (2008)

00s romcom every UK teen girl loves

Emma Roberts as the spoiled rich American teenager sent to a strict English boarding school

Plots to get herself expelled but oh no she’s making friends with the girls who help her

And the headmistress has a hot son, and he’s nice??? Double oh no

ICONIC SCENES

Everything! Goes! Wrong!

omg she burns the school down

Feel good, comfort, nostalgia

St Trinians (2007)

English girls boarding school

The kids are all criminals, no joke

So are the teachers

CHAOTIC

gay awakening for british girls

Art heist pulled off by school girls

Government tries to shut them down but oh no, the education minister & the headmistress are ex-lovers

Colin Firth x Rupert Everett in drag

Superior cast: Jodie Whittaker, Gemma Arterton, Juno Temple, Stephen Fry, Colin Firth, etc...

embodies the phrase 'problematic fave'

St Trinians 2: The Legend of Fritton’s Gold (2009)

Mystery, pirate ancestors, hidden treasure

omg Shakespeare was a woman

girls disguised as boys to infiltrate and rob the posh boys school

Villain! David Tennant in that ICONIC boat scene

Teen girls vs. ancient misogynist brotherhood

like the first film but MORE chaotic and BETTER!???

The Falling (2014)

1960s all girls school

best friends! but its unrequited love

Agoraphobic + distant mother aka mommy issues

Sudden death and the school suppresses/ignores the students grief, sparking mass hysteria & a fainting epidemic in the girls

Cast: Maisie Williams (GoT) & Florence Pugh (Little Women) & Joe Cole (Peaky Blinders)

TW: teen pregnancy, death, vomiting, underage s*x, sibling inc*st, past s*xual assault

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The Book Thief (2013)

Based on an amazing book by Markus Zusak

set in 1940s Nazi Germany

Daughter of a communist whose family were taken by the Nazis/died is fostered by an older couple who teach her to read & she paints a dictionary on the basement walls

Coming of age story about a compulsive book thief. No joke, this kid steals books from banned book burnings and breaks into the mayor's library through the window

Family hides the Jewish son of an old friend in their basement and he helps her to start writing about her experiences in the war

TW: death, bombings, WW2 anti-semitism

Mary Shelley (2017)

Overall good & roughly biographical

Pretty costumes and aesthetic

Modern feminist take on Mary Shelly in her own time period

So many INACCURACIES for the drama so don’t take it as truth

Percy Shelley slander and not all of it is justified

Cast: Elle Fanning, Douglas Booth, and Maisie Williams

The Secret Garden (1993)

Based on a fave childhood book

1901 colonial India & Yorkshire, England

Orphaned, spoilt & neglected girl sent to live with her reclusive Uncle in the English countryside

Gothic elements, mysteries, secret doors/passages/locked gardens

local boy with a flock of animals, magic, kids chanting around a fire and all around immaculate vibes

Happy ending!!!

Hidden Figures (2016)

African-American women as mathematicians for NASA

1960s space project

Women balancing a career and family obligations

Deals with racial & gender discrimination

Loosely based on the lives of Katherine Johnson, Mary Jackson, and Dorothy Vaughan who worked for NASA as engineers & mathematicians

Anne of Green Gables (1985) & sequel (1987)

Adaptation L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

Canada (late 1890s/early 1900s)

Highly imaginative & bookworm orphan is adopted by a reclusive elderly brother and sister duo

Small town & school years comedic drama

Unrequited Enemies -> Friends -> lovers

Inspiring new woman teacher

Girls re-enact Tennyson’s poem and nearly drown for the aesthetic™

Dramatic poetry reading with INTENSE 👀eye contact👀

Writer! Anne & English teacher! Anne dealing with unruly girls school antics

Collette (2018)

biographical drama on french writer Sidonie-Gabrielle Collette

Victorian & Edwardian era France

More talented than her husband so she ghostwrites for him

Fight for creative ownership of her wildly successful novels

Affairs with a woman called Georgie and also with Missy, born female but masculine presenting

Cast: Keira Knightly, Dominic West, Eleanor Tomlinson (Poldark)

Enola Holmes (2020)

Netflix book adaptation

Younger sister of Sherlock Holmes

Victorian era! feminism/suffragettes

Mother-daughter focus

Mystery, adventure, secret codes, teens running away & escaping from (and eventually fighting) assassins

Cast: Helena Bonham Carter, Henry Cavill, Sam Claflin, Fiona Shaw, Millie Bobby Brown

Ginger & Rosa (2012)

1960s England

best friends since literal birth navigating troubled teen years

poet & anti-nuclear activist! Ginger

off the rails but also catholic! Rosa

Shout out to Mark & Mark the gay godfathers we all want

family troubles 

TW: older man has an affair with a 17 yr old

Testament of Youth (2014)

based on WW1 memoir by Vera Brittain

young woman (writer & poetry lover) escapes traditional family & goes to study at Oxford University

abandons to become a war nurse

romance, tragedy and war trauma

Cast: Alicia Vikander, Kit Harrington (GoT), Taron Edgerton (Rocketman), Colin Morgan (Merlin)

Little Women (2019)

Writer! Jo & Artist! Amy

Mother/daughter focus and sister dynamics

the March sisters’ theatre club is *chefs kiss*

champagne problems edits of Jo x Laurie are a mood

Ambivalent ending perfectly captures Louisa May Alcott’s dilemma with the book the movie is based on

set in 1860s America

ALL STAR CAST and a Greta Gerwig masterpeice

Lady Bird (2017)

coming of age in early 2002/2003 Sacramento, California

all girls catholic school

writer! Christine aka Lady Bird wants to get outta town and start her life again at college 'in a city with culture'

Mother/daughter dynamics - so realistic!

I live for that Jesus car stunt & the nun's reaction

school theatre program

Cast: Saoirse Ronan, Timothee Chalamet, Beanie Feldstein

Another Greta Gerwig gem

Beguiled (2017)

Virginia, civil war era

Girls school with only five students and two teachers left

Find an injured Union army soldier & bring him inside

Women & teenagers want his attention (v. problematic) before uniting against him

(tbh you'll either love it, hate it, or watch once & forget it)

Sofia Coppola film so its very feminine gaze

TW: violence, death, underage

Legally Blonde (2001)

No questions will be taken

Elle Woods was the blue print

TV series:

House of Anubis (2011-2013)

I know it’s a kids/young teen show but I still unironically love it

ANCIENT EGYPT!!!!

Modern day with Victorian era links to treasure hunters & Egyptian research expeditions (stealing from tombs)

Chosen one plot lines, curses, kidnapping, mysteries, secret tunnels under the school, elixir of life

Teens have investigate & protect themselves cus oh no the TEACHERS are involved in some shady stuff

new American kid at British boarding school is the actual premise not just a fanfic au

Nostalgic, light-hearted, funny, and kinda cheesy but I will accept no criticism

The Alienist (2018 -now)

Mid 1890s, New York

Woman’s private detective agency (Season 2)

Serial killer mystery

Woman secretary turns detective and teams up with a criminal psychiatrist and a newspaper editor to solve crime

TW: violence, child pr*stit*tion

Cast: Dakota Fanning, Luke Evans, Daniel Bruhl

The Queen’s Gambit (2020)

Woman chess prodigy

1950s & 1960s

TW: drug & alcohol abuse

Gentleman Jack (2019 - now)

Based on the diaries of Anne Lister

Victorian Yorkshire, England

Upper-class lesbians

Confident, suit wearing! Anne Lister x shy! Ann Walker

Business woman! Anne running the family mines

Cast: Suranne Jones (Doctor Foster) & Sophie Rundle (Peaky Blinders)

TW: violence

Gilmore Girls (2000-2007)

bubbly/ambitious single mom + intelligent daughter

bookworm! Rory Gilmore gets into a prestigious private school and then an Ivy League college

Small town drama is comedic gold

Fast dialogue packed with pop culture and literary references

Comforting & nostalgic

TEAM JESS

Anne with an E (2017-2019)

Loose adaptation of L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

they completely change the plot lines but it’s still very good content!

Orphan girl with trauma and a love of books/poetry is adopted by an elderly brother & sister duo, bringing light and fresh ideas to a rural community

Feminism, girls writing club, lgbtq safe spaces, girls eduction, black/indigenous representation

Miss Stacy as THAT inspiring teacher

Aunt Josephine’s lavish gay parties have my heart

TW: creepy male teacher tries to marry a student, racial discrimination, indigenous assimilation school

Victoria (2016-2019)

Adaption of Queen Victoria’s life

Victoria navigating her political, royal, and personal life

Albert’s involvement with The Great Exhibition, 1851 (on cultural + industrial innovations)

Alfred Paget x Edward Drummond is exquisite

Gorgeous costumes and aesthetics

TW: bury your gays trope

Derry Girls (2018-now)

1990s Northern Ireland during the troubles

Comedy, episodes 20-25 mins long

English boy sent to an all girls Catholic school with his cousin

✨Dead Poets Society parody episode ✨with a free-spirited female teacher

Sister Michael, the sarcastic nun who hates her job & reads the exorcist for giggles

Wee anxious lesbian! Clare Devlin (plus her friends wearing rainbow pins)

Badass with bad ideas! Michelle Mallon

Main Character! Erin Quinn

Lovable weirdo who would fight a polar bear! Orla McCool

Wee English fella & honorary Derry girl! James Maguire

Dickinson (2019-now)

Loose adaption of the poet Emily Dickinson’s life

Set in 19th century Massachusetts, US

Historical drama with modern dialogue & music that works SEAMLESSLY

gives a great understanding of Emily Dickinson’s poems

💕Vintage gays! Emily x Sue💕

Theatre club, writing, poetry, dressing as men to sneak into lectures, love letters, teen drama, feminism, and an underground abolitionist journal as a brief side plot in season 2

Wiz Khalifa plays death in a horse drawn carriage

TW: opium use

A Series of Unfortunate Events (2017-2019)

Based on great childhood books

Bookworm! brother, Inventor! sister, and baby sister with sharp teeth

Mystery, secret organisations, orphaned siblings figuring things out & fending for themselves against the villain after their fortune

Adults either cartoon evil, comedically incompetent, or SPIES

Boarding school, library owner, scientific researcher, and theatre episodes

Ambiguous time period which is really fun to try and pin point

Killing Eve (2018-now)

Classic detective who has homoerotic tension with the assassin she is tracking down

British Detective! Eve Polastri figures out the notorious assassin MI5 are investigating is a woman, is fired & then put on a secret MI6 case with a small team

Assassin! Villanelle, a psychopath with a tragic past and a mastery of both accents & fashion

Woman MI6 boss! Carolyn Martens, head of Russian section

Travel Europe following Villanelle’s killings and escaping the assassins sent by Villanelle’s organisation

‘You’re supposed to be my enemy and moral opposite but omg you’re the only one smart enough to get me and why am I obsessed with you????'

🚨 GO IN FOR A KISS AND THEN STAB YOUR ENEMY 🚨

Cable Girls/Las chicas del cable (2017-2020)

Spanish drama set in 1920s Madrid

Four young women at a telecommunications company form a group of friends and help navigate the difficult situations they are all in

Secret identities, dangerous pasts, murder, crime, lgbtq couple & throuple, trans man character, feminism/suffragists

girls commit crimes for humanitarian reasons and cover! it! up!

UNDERRATED SHOW!!!!

Gorgeous costumes and set

Haven’t finished it yet and I’m catching up

TW: abuse, violence, death

Outlander (2014 - now)

haven’t watched yet but plan to

Woman time travels to Scotland, 1743

Rebel highlanders, pirates, British colonies, American revolutionary war

Time jumps between 18th & 20th century

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Summary: She uses all of her tricks to convince Sy to let her take control for the night.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female OFC (no body type specifically described, not named.)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, thigh riding, swearing, control, lipstick kink, lots of teasing, bodily fluids, sex (p in v), slight dom/sub behavior if you squint, light praise kink, bodily fluids.

Author’s Note: This work is for 18+ only, no minors tolerated. You consume content at your own risk.

@cavillsthighs gave me the brilliant idea to continue this “Lipstick Kisses” theme for more of Henry Cavill’s characters… so I am doing just that! Shoutout to her for the support and for editing this for me! LOVE YOU, BESTIE.

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Magenta

Finally, tonight was the night. Tonight her man was coming home after another long three months away. Sy had been helping train new military personnel four states over, and she missed him terribly. Luckily he didn’t get sent overseas anymore, so the deployments weren’t nearly as long, but even after only a few months of not having had his touch, she was feeling touch-starved.

The evening had been perfectly planned with Sy’s favorites: she had cooked his favorite meal and had set out all of the fixin’s to make his favorite cocktail. She’d even baked a chocolate cake, the same one that she only made for his birthday and special occasions. Food was truly one of the major ways to Sy’s heart. Another was sweaty, passionate reunion sex.

Over the last three months, she had plotted on how best to make Sy’s first night back home a mind-blowing euphoric experience for them both, and she had decided that meant that she needed to take the reins from him. She was in the mood to worship every inch of his beautiful, beefy body and show him how much she loved every part of him.

She knew she had a difficult task in front of her. Sy hardly ever let her take control; he believed it was the true gentleman in him to always treat her. The conversation about this was always the same:

“My darlin’, a real man pleases his woman in every way he knows how. You’re gonna let me love on you, you don’t have a choice.”

“Sy, I’m not arguing, I love when you do all of those things to me. All I’m saying is it’s time to let me return the favor, to let me make you feel as good as you always make me feel. Let me love on you for a change.”

“Alright, Sugar. Show me whatcha got.”

But her control never lasted long. Every time she tried to take the ropes, to please him the way he pleased her, he couldn’t handle himself, always flipping his girl over to have his way with her after only a few minutes of her teasing. He found it incredibly hot that she wanted to exercise her power over him, but his arousal would overtake his mind. Sy had to devour her.

He was a very attentive lover, always drawing orgasm after orgasm from her sweet center until she was spent and couldn’t do anything more than roll into his meaty arms and sleep.

“Worst case scenario,” she thought, “I can deny him the chocolate cake to get my way.”

Confidence oozed from her as she planned for his arrival. Memories of his touch on her soft skin had played like a movie in her mind all day, keeping her arousal in a heightened state. She was already a horny mess by the time she started to change into her outfit for the night ahead.

Feeling particularly naughty, she slipped on her skimpiest underwear, a black frilly high-waisted thong that accentuated her ass cheeks beautifully; it was Sy’s favorite cut on her beautiful body. Foregoing a bra, she slipped on a soft gold crushed velvet dress that gently hugged her curves, particularly her tits. She giggled to herself with glee as she looked at the time on her phone: Sy would be home within the half-hour.

Settling at her vanity, she began to primp herself, even though their evening was to be completely in the house. Letting her hair fall in soft waves around her face, she applied her usual minimal makeup. Sy was a fan of anything she wore, but he always insisted she didn’t need any help to be beautiful, so she took advantage of it. Tonight, she was feeling bold and knew she’d need her best weapon to give her an extra edge, so upon finishing her other makeup, she dug in her bag for her magenta lipstick.

It was the same lipstick color that she was wearing when she first met Sy. A smile spread across her face as she remembered the first time she had ever worn it.

Eyeing him from across the smoky neon room, a shiver ran up her spine and her arousal flared. Between the gin and tonics and the sexy man sitting at the bar, she was flustered, to say the least. She was never one to try to take someone home from a place like this, but there was something about him that made her wonder why she didn’t. Tonight she was out drinking with her girlfriends, and after watching her ogle him for over an hour, they finally convinced her to step outside her comfort zone and go buy him a drink.

Truth was, he’d had his eye on her all evening, too. Her magenta lips had caught his eye under the neon lights, and he couldn’t look away. He’d already told the bartender to put her tab on his card. She was captivating. He was enjoying watching her in her element with her friends: not a care in the world, other than her shy glances at him, which he definitely noticed.

Sy had nearly finished his second drink when she boldly sauntered up to him and stated, “I want to buy you a drink. I can’t stop looking at you and how handsome you are, and I really hope that luck is on my side and that you’re single because I think you’re cute.”

Warmth spread through his body as a grin slithered across his face, hers doing the same. Daring thing, she was. At some point in the evening, after a few dances, she’d pecked him on his jugular, leaving a lipstick print on his neck. Little did she know, he was hers from the moment she smiled her magenta smile at him.

She had taken him home that night, and every night since then.

Not much of a lipstick wearer, it was rare that she adorned her lips with any pigment, but when she did, especially the magenta one, Sy was absolute putty in her hands. He didn’t care if it got all over his beard or his body, he loved the bright hue against her skin and the confidence that she found when she wore it.

Even after several years of being together, anytime they went out to a bar, Sy’s neck would be graced with that same lipstick kiss to keep the other women from flocking to him. She couldn’t blame them; he was the yummiest man around. There was something so arousing about marking his cheek or his neck with a kiss, branding him as her own.

The key turning in the front door sent tingles down her spine and she hurried across the house to meet her man. She and Sy had this song and dance of a greeting down to a routine: he left his bags outside and prepped for her to jump into his arms.

Sy stood in the doorway with his arms open and a shit-eating grin as his girl sauntered towards him. Jumping up and wrapping her legs around his hips, Sy’s face nestled its way into her silky tresses, soaking in the scent he had missed for the last ninety days. Her hands traced the back of his shaven head, relishing in the feel of his skin underneath her fingertips.

Sy’s lips met hers sweetly, gently tugging on her lips with his teeth, nipping and biting with need, and not caring about her lipstick getting all over his face. Moaning lightly in his mouth, his hands squeezed and kneaded her ass over the velvet dress.

“Mmm… damn woman... God… I missed ya,” he growled between kisses.

She giggled at the state of his mouth, magenta smeared all over as he grinned down at her. Releasing his head and unraveling from his body, she hugged him tight before grabbing his hands and leading him into the kitchen.

“Come on, let’s eat. Tonight is all about you, baby.”

The table was set with his favorite dinner, ready to be devoured. He ate well when he went away for these state-side training sessions, but he always missed his Sugar’s cooking.

Sy grabbed the ingredients to mix up the Moscow mules and noticed the triple-layered chocolate cake on the pedestal plate sitting across the kitchen. “What’s this? You know that’s my favorite… god, you are incredible, Woman.”

“Mmm, yes, I am. Don’t forget it. I made your favorites, but there’s a catch.”

“And what might that be, little lady?” Sy was stirring the cocktails and adding the garnish while she greedily watched his fingers and forearms, desperately wanting to skip dinner and go straight to bed. His eyes locked on hers, noticing her husky tone and the want in her eyes.

“You’re going to let me take control tonight and have my merry way with you…” She stated firmly, not breaking eye contact with him.

Sy grinned, “Sure thing, Sugar. You can do whatever ya want, but we’ll see how long that lasts.”

“I’m not kidding, Sy. You are going to let me have my way... or no chocolate cake.”

Sy’s face was stuck in a state of shock, stunned at her directness.

“I guess you better be good for me, then.”

“Come. Sit.”

She sat him on the bench that laid in front of their oversized king bed, standing in front of his spread legs, just out of his reach.

She made sure to give him a show, twirling around in her dress in front of his eyes as her hands traced up and down her arms and over her collarbone seductively. Sy’s mouth began to water as he watched her ass sway underneath the supple fabric, his hands twitching and wishing they were gliding up the smooth skin of her thighs.

Lifting her legs over him, she sat snug in his lap, straddling his waist with her back to him. Pulling her hair over one shoulder, she peered back at him and made a show of biting her pinky-purple bottom lip. The grin on Sy’s face was picture-worthy as he adored her form with his eyes only, careful not to move his hands until he was instructed.

Reaching back, she grabbed his large hands and brought them to her breasts while she leaned back into him, grinding in gentle circles on his lap. She guided his hands over her velvet-clad body, ready for the barriers between them to be gone, but knowing that once she removed their clothing, she would most likely have to relinquish her control.

Feeling his hands falter and trying to move from under her own, she quietly but sternly whispered, “Don’t,” so that he didn’t touch her freely and take away her power.

Standing up and turning to meet his hungry gaze, her eyes bore into his as she lifted the velvet up to her center, flashing him a quick glimpse of that frilly thong he loved so much. “I’m in the mood to play, baby. Aren’t you going to let me love on you?” she purred.

His breathing became heavier when she leaned her face down to his ear, her chest dangerously close to grazing his skin and her hand gripping the tops of his thighs as she whispered, “Are you going to be good for me, Captain?”

Sy gulped.

“Is that a yes?” Her head tilted as she bit her lip and smirked at him.

He nodded and smiled a cheeky grin, not able to tear his eyes away from her body as she rid herself of her gold garment.

“Because if not, you can just watch me while I have a good time.”

Sy’s eyes flashed with a hint of disbelief at her threat but were instantly hypnotized by her smooth body. Her breasts danced in front of him, tantalizing and calling his name.

“God, Sugar. You’re so beautiful.”

Tingles ran over her skin at his words. It never failed that he created a magical veil that fell over her body, even just with the vibrations from his vocal cords.

Pulling him to his feet, she stripped him of his clothes, tracing delicate fingers along his meaty chest and sturdy arms. Taking her sweet time teasing his skin, she leaned in, not breaking eye contact, to press pigmented kisses to his collarbone and chest, covering him in magenta love marks. Her hand lightly grazed his cock, which had been begging for attention from the moment he walked through the front door and saw her gold-adorned body.

Sy couldn’t handle his frustration. The electricity running through his veins was taking over as his hands shot to her soft supple breasts, caressing the skin he had missed so much. In an instant, she caught his arms, pushed him to sit on the bench. Like cracking a whip, she jumped back quickly, getting away from his grasp.

She watched him cautiously, letting him sit in his moment of weakness. Her fingers stroked across her tits, gently scratching her skin with gentle swirls. Sy’s face once again held a look of shock at her actions.

“Can you blame me? Do you see yourself right now? You’re hot as fuck, darlin’,” he pleaded with her. This is how it always went.

Not this time.

A delicious thought crossed her mind as her eyes traveled over his lap, his cock twitching and his meaty thighs staring back at her. Smirking at Sy, she dropped her thong to the floor and eagerly crawled into his lap once more, this time straddling one of his thick veiny thighs.

“Fuck.” They breathed out together as his skin came in contact with the heat from her core.

“This part is all for me since you don’t wanna play nice. You’re allowed to touch me, but I get to have my fun first.”

Placing more saucy magenta kisses on his neck and shoulders, she began to grind her hips along the bulging muscles of his thigh, trying to find her release. “Guide me, baby. Make me cum all over you.”

Sy wasted no time; he grabbed her hips and dug his fingers into her flesh as he raised his foot to his tiptoes, pressing her closer to him as he moved his leg and focused on rubbing her clit along his thigh.

“Sy, fuck… Don’t stop that.” She was panting in his grasp, fiercely approaching her orgasmic bliss. Her body writhing, she arched her back, her breasts pushing towards his face.

His fur-covered muscles flexed underneath her center, putting delicious pressure on her clit.

Her orgasm violently trembled through her entire body as she shook within his strong grasp. She attacked his neck with warm pink kisses, marking him up and down as her clit tingled from her release. Wasting no time, she found her footing and stood to grab Sy's throbbing cock and slid down on his length quickly. The warm wetness from her orgasm enveloped him, erupting a loud feral moan from Sy’s gorgeous lipstick-claimed throat.

“It’s your turn to feel good, Sy. Now, will you finally let me worship you the way you deserve?”

Looking into his eyes, their smiles mimicked each other’s as he nodded with a quiet, “Yes, baby.”

She reached forward and braced her hands on his shoulders, sliding her pussy up his length slowly, only holding the tip firmly between her lips. Tightening her muscles, she sank back down quickly which made his eyes roll back in his head.

Their chests rubbed together as she rode him. The hair on his pecs tickled as it rubbed against her nipples, sending electricity straight down to her core. Red patches appeared where their skin met, his hair exfoliating her front.

“Sy, I need your hands on me,” She panted. As she requested, his hands were suddenly everywhere, grabbing the flesh of her cheeks and spreading her wide as she rode him. “Mmmm.. that’s right, touch me while I fuck your big cock. Do you know how many nights I fucked myself with my toys, wishing it was you pounding me, making me cum around you?”

Her mouth found his Adam's apple, leaving bright pink kisses in her path as she kissed everywhere she could reach.

Sy’s thunderous moans filled their bedroom, surely shaking the walls around them. “That’s it, ride me, darlin’. I missed this pretty pussy of yours gripping me... mmm, that’s my sweet pussy, isn’t it? Ya might be taking the reins right now, Sugar, but we both know you and your pussy belong to me.”

Riding him violently, her juices mixed with his precum started to make the most sinful of noises and began to leak out around them as she rode him like her life depended on it. Sy’s hands traveled up her smooth body and pinched both of her hard nipples while she was distracted by the hair on his belly that was scratching her skin.

“Fuck, Sy… God, I love fucking you.” Their sweaty bodies were slipping and sliding against one another, gripping became harder as they both began to lose control, his girl riding her bull more wildly than she ever had before, fucking him hard.

Sy couldn’t hold it in any longer, his release hitting him hard as she convulsed and squeezed him as her walls tightened with her own bliss. She rode his length through their orgasms, slowing down and savoring each delicious inch of him as he filled her full of his hot cum.

“You’re right, Sugar, I should let you take control more often. Where’d that come from, huh?” He laughed hard and held her close, wanting to remember this feeling of love on his skin for the rest of his life.

“I love that you’re mine,” She whispered into his ear, kissing his neck softly as her lipstick began to fade with every touch. “Welcome home, baby.”

Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, Sy whispered loving affirmations in her ear. He was in awe of her.

“I love you, darlin’. You are always so good to me… How’d I get so damn lucky?” Sy kissed along her jawline, his lips warm and soft against her face.

They sat in each other's arms for a few minutes, syncing their breaths, enjoying the silence until she felt Sy’s length start to harden against her again. He asked, “So can I have my cake and eat you, too?”

Laughing loudly and smacking his arm, she stood to go clean up and called behind her, “You’re so bad! All of that and you still remembered the cake?”

“Well of course I did. It’s my favorite, next to your peach, of course.” Sy’s shit-eating grin was her weakness. She couldn’t help but shake her head and smile back at him while still laughing. “I’m not kidding, Sugar, I’m gonna need a piece of that cake before we go for round two.”

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Arachnophobia is a bitch

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you have sex for the first time after Roger gets back from tour

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