#and YES shes likely to be in contact with the people that it was stolen from who thus may recognize it and get her in trouble

[mantisgodsdomain]

7 vi but instead of food (i get the vibes your vi just straight up doesn't refuse food) crimes or drugs whichever you prefer

(for this ask game)

7. Lots of people don’t have a favorite food drug or crime when put on the spot, but what’s a food or drink drug or crime that your OC would never turn down if someone offered it to them?

...listen the conditions under which our Vi would refuse food are extremely specific but they do exist. Depending on the variant, you might hit that faster or slower, though it varies on the person offering it to her and the circumstances surrounding it. Wereweevil Vi, specifically, will absolutely fucking not refuse food under any circumstances, but she is an outlier and most other Vis actually have a point where they'll say no.

In terms of crimes and drugs... listen, Vi has a sense of self-preservation, and people absolutely don't just hand out drugs either For Free or For No Reason. Getting her to accept doing it is the hard part, if you're not already someone she trusts - what are you, a cop? Gonna tattle on her if she takes your offer? She does, actually, have a fair amount of trust in most of the Underground Tavern regulars, and would probably take up an offer for Illegal Actions if offered, because she trusts they won't try to fuck her over and will probably be willing to back her up if worst comes to worst.

If she's being, like, offered something to try and do, and it's someone she knows, then she has pretty decent assurance that her friends won't deliberately try and kill her, but she might still want to question if it's safe for her species, whether in a "this open job offer might not actually be open to a bug where almost everyone seeing her will immediately assume she's associated with the Bee Kingdom and might report them back to the queen" way or a or "whoever made this drug has never accounted for her species in test runs and there's a solid chance of her experiencing adverse side effects from it" way.

She's not entirely naive - she knows what she's doing, she knows it might be dangerous, and she's only really willing to assume the Tavern bugs have her best interests in mind because of experience. Unless she's being paid for it, she won't take up an offer from just anyone, and she has decent confidence in not getting fucked for taking the offer.

That said... in terms of drugs, the one (1) thing that she might consider getting from Random Unlicenced Sellers She Doesn't Know would be Daydream. Chronic pain reasons, as per usual. If it's getting to autumn and times she Knows that she's gonna run into more Bad Pain Days and her usual dealer's not got enough she might go hunting for another supplier, and in that case - yeah, she'll take random handouts and shady offers, and yeah, she'll probably get fucked over for it. Probably better than lying on the floor unable to do anything due to her body swinging a fire axe into her spinal cord that makes it feel like there's a white-hot rod of metal permanently impaled into her chitin and through half of her vital organs. She might reconsider if it's particularly shady and she's with Team Snakemouth, but being in horrible pain has a way of making you abandon your previous convictions in favor of not having to endure part of your body trying to violently kill you to death by making your entire nervous system fry itself with chronic pain.

With crime if you pay her enough then she'll do basically anything but for profit-free mischief, uhh. Listen if you walk up to her in a bar and say "hey, wanna vandalize something" then she'll probably agree before asking any further questions. Some day this will bite her in the dick but she will probably only learn "plan more when vandalizing things" from it.

#asks #ask games #headcanons #we have one specific fic in which she winds up with one food she absolutely fucking will not eat unless she actively HAS to #as in. “would rather starve for days on the hope of Food That Is Not That than eat it” levels #with the beemerang shes less upset about “it was stolen” and more upset about “it was stolen and shades didnt tell me from who” #but being a bee means she has slightly more leeway on it than. say. a mosquito who shouldnt have been in the hive in the first place #plus depending on how he got it he might just Not Know that it was originally bee tech. equal odds of bee or termite and such #its not necessarily guaranteed and since shes not a part of the hive anymore that chance is SIGNIFICANTLY decreased #and YES shes likely to be in contact with the people that it was stolen from who thus may recognize it and get her in trouble #also necessary context for daydream it is a painkiller that is also occasionally sold as a street drug under the name daydream #known as morpatamine in like. generic medical brand form. though vi might take a few seconds to recognize it under that name #it may be a prescription drug but she has never taken out a prescription in her life and shes not about to start now #it is. VERY strong. produces a “floaty” high. vi takes it for chronic pain reasons because she enjoys not being in pain and is Used To It #we have it as a. semi-consistent vi feature? takes it pre-tsm for pain reasons and then goes cold turkey when she gets hired as an explorer #shes functional under it and could probably actually get More done under it for pain reasons but she still. no longer takes it #this Is Not Good for her. she is in pain that she absolutely does not have to be in for Not Taking Drugs Points awarded by no one. #unfortunately she also thinks that if she tells her teammates about the fact that she has done A Drug and might want to do them again #they will drop her like a hot potato and/or tell her entire family that she is a druggie #because she was still raised in the hive and still retains some of their views on drugs for Herself Specifically #because though obviously her friends are cool & doing a drug is neutral for them it is a sign of deep moral corruption for Vi Specifically #anyways this means that she will go out on a mission while being like an 8-9 on the pain scale and do like. maybe 1 ibuprofen about it #this specific dynamic means that though she trusts kabbu and leif SIGNIFICANTLY more than shades in p much every way #she would never ask one of them to help supervise her use whereas she might ask shades to keep an eye on her #generally this is a bad decision. he will absolutely fuck with her for fun. they both know this wont stop her from asking him again tho #she could probably ask doppel if she didnt want to be told that shes been given forever weed #but doppel has a job to do and she doesnt want to interrupt and plus if he knows shes been Doing A Drug he might be disappointed in her #realistically he already knows and just doesnt care but vis already a bit high strung on it with anyone whose opinion she cares about #we will retag this to put it in the main bf tag in a bit maybe. we are not sure how the fandom proper would respond to this flavor of post #chronic pain hcs tend to be localized to kabbu and undetailed on management. we deal with heavy duty painkillers

[f10werfae]

Child-Bearing Hip Dips

pairing: Professor!Ari Levinson x College!Student!Reader

summary: Ari overhears his babygirl’s conversation with her friends, he teaches her another lesson, why he loves her love handles. (DILF!Ari) (Dom!Ari)

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“fuck, ya know these hips were made for me don’t ya?” Ari growled slamming his cock into her wet fuck hole, his shirt unbuttoned as she pawed at his meaty chest and stomach, his lips coming down to pull and tug at her puffy nipples. “Y-Yes sir, o-Oh shit” Y/n moaned feeling him spit onto her face, his hands kneading at her hips, even spanking it lewdly. Her college professor, loved watching her body jiggle and move.

- 30 minutes ago -

“So Y/n, your truth is, if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?” Grace smiled picking a truth out of the hat, seeing that hardly anyone had attended the sociology lecture today due to weather problems, the girls made due and played some Truth or Dare; their seemingly distracted professor marking papers at his desk. His circular glasses perched on his nose, his eyes making subtle contact with Y/n, sending her a wink every few seconds.

She fidgeted and squirmed in her seat, having no underwear to put on this morning while at her boyfriend’s house, the greedy git had stolen it after he had fucked the daylights out of her. That same pair of lilac underwear, peeking out of his trouser pocket everytime he stood up to grab more papers to mark. He was practically teasing her at this point, even playing with the promise ring on his finger, reminding her of how those same thick fingers were tugging, pulling and feeling every bit of her the night before; in fact every night for the past 4 months since she took up this class.

“Oi Y/n, stop oglin’ Mr. Levinson n’ answer the question already” Lara whispered nudging her friend, repeating the question to her so they could move on with the game already, “Right oh uh, if I could change one thing about myself… maybe my hip dips? I don’t know anything I wear leggings they make my body look square and it puts me off. Plus! I don’t know, i’ve had people tell me before that it makes my proportions weird” Y/n explained scowling, gripping at the skin on her hips, her friends nodding as they could relate to the exact same thing.

“Ok next one-“ Before the next truth could be asked, the bell rang signifying the end of the day, all four college girls sighing out in relief at the thought of it finally being over. Lectures were to be put on hold after today, with the weather threatening to worsen, giving them all a weeks holiday to do whatever they pleased. Or whoever.

“Do all you ladies have a safe way home? Would you like me to call a few cabs?” Mr. Levinson offered seeing them all start to file out of the room, all of them stating that their significant other’s were picking them up, “What about you Miss L/n?” Ari asked tilting his head, seeing as now they were the only two left in his lecture hall, his fingers fiddling with the lilac fabric in his pocket.

“Hmm my man said he would pick me up, I don’t know if he’s here yet though” She pouted playfully walking around his desk, grabbing onto his sleeves as she pulled herself to smack a glossy wet smooch onto his lips, one that was gladly reciprocated. “is that so? What kinda man is that, leavin his woman stranded and cold” He cooed letting his hands fondle up her skirt, ripping a hole into her stockings, cheekily groping at her backside.

Both of them chuckling as he sat back down onto his chair, bringing her onto his lap, his hands going under the creme knit jumper of his that she chose to put on this morning; feeling her bare breasts as he also hid her bra from her. He hated seeing those wired marks on her back, he could care less if her tits sagged, they were only his to look at anyway. “Can we go to your place already? It’s cold and I still need to finish the damn paper my sociology teacher set me”

“Oh yeah good job tellin your sociology professor that” He grumbled bunching up his sweater just above her chest, exposing her globes to the cool air, the same ones he would spend any amount of time sucking and kissing on. “Anyway what’s this I heard about hip dips? Who told you that?” His fingers massaging deep into her hips, the same hips he loved seeing swaying round his kitchen as she listened to her music, the same hips that rode his cock to the moon and back, the same hips that belong to the most gorgeous girl he swears he’s ever seen. His Y/n’s hips.

“Well am not lyin! I’ve heard so many people tell me to lose ‘em, i’ve tried all the tips but these girls won’t budge. They just make me look bulky” She groaned running her hand back through his hair, his eyes darkening as her body was basically exposed to him. “Baby, these are my love handles, I love holdin’ onto them everytime your sweet pussy is wrapped around my cock, the way the muscles tense and relax with every movement. I don’t give a fuck about proportions either babygirl, at the end of the day it’s all mine to eat and grab at” He growled setting her onto his emptied desk, her fingers automatically undoing his belt and buttons, his trousers being tugged sown to his thick thighs.

“Open up baby, seems I need to remind my girl some of the things i’ve taught her” He gritted his teeth, feeling his cock being engulfed by her warm gummy walls, a familiar feeling for them both, comforting even. “F-fuck daddy, still so big” She whimpered, already feeling like she had been split into two, her older boyfriends cock was no joke.

-Present-

“fuck, ya know these hips were made for me don’t ya?” Ari growled slamming his cock into her wet fuck hole, his shirt unbuttoned as she pawed at his meaty chest and stomach, his lips coming down to pull and tug at her puffy nipples. “Y-Yes sir, o-Oh shit” Y/n moaned feeling him spit onto her face, his hands kneading at her hips, even spanking it lewdly. “What did I read people callin’ these once? Child bearin hips” He whispered licking up between her tits, her hands clawing onto his ass, pushing his hips farther into her; her tongue reaching out for his as her drool covered face mashed up against his in a sealing kiss.

Ari groaning at the feeling of his woman’s cunt clenching around his length, her hips wrapping her legs around his waist, caging him against her body as he continued thrusting in and out of her mercilessly. “Ya like that baby? The thought of your professor knockin you up? Watchin’ you walk around campus all full of my baby? Only we would know our dirty secret” He taunted whispering right against her lips, a string of saliva connecting them as she cried out and had to bite her lip to keep the rest in.

“Yes- Yes I want it all! Fuck just give it to me daddy, need it so bad, warm me up with your cum” She squealed feeling his hand leave her hips to start circling at her precious delicate button, rubbing it raw as he helped her chase her orgasm, his catching up with it. “Whatever my baby wants, she gets” He sighed out, and Y/n swore she saw stars, her toes twinkling closed, his shaft hitting her G-spot repeatedly. Their torsos flattened against each other, her hips slowly gyrating, his seed filling her to the brim, creating a cream like effect to the base of his cock where they connected.

“So what did you think about these hip dips again?” He breathed out resting his forehead against hers, fully taking off her sweater so they could feel each other’s warmth, skin to skin. “You mean my love handles babe” She giggled beaming up at him, despite her face being riddled with sweat and saliva, but Ari was sure he looked the exact same. From then on he swore he would fuck the insecurities out of her, even if it was the last thing he’d do.

“That’s my girl, now come on, let’s go home so I can help you with this ‘stupid sociology essay’ so we can spend the week doing somethin more productive” He joked cleaning her up a bit, even fixing her hair that was now all over the place, “Or something more reproductive” She giggled kicking her legs, already feeling him growing hard against her thigh, she’s got him again.

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PSA: Big beefy Ari is back again🫶🫶🫶🙏

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[natalievoncatte]

CW: Violence and such

A wave of air rolled over Lena and she heard the telltale crackle of one of Lex’s portals. Waiting in the shadows, she watched him stumble into the room, bruised and panting.

She wasted no time, stepping forward and shoving the device into the crook of his neck like a stun gun. His body went rigid as she relieved of him of his stolen powers, negating the effects of the Harun-El serum he’d manipulating her into creating. Something else he stole from her.

He stumbled back and turned. She already had the gun out in her hand, aimed at his chest. He backed away, moving to the far end of the room, in front of banks of computers and monitors.

“Hello, sis. I have to say, I’m pleasantly surprised.”

“Save it,” said Lena, raising the gun in front of her to aim at his head.

A heartbeat passed. Lex grinned.

“If you were going to shoot me, you’d have done it by now.”

“I can’t let you live,” Lena said, feeling the weight of each word as it escaped her, weighing her down. “The world will never be safe as long as you live.”

“Oh, dear sister,” said Lex. “Take it from someone with experience. If you’re going to murder someone in cold blood, work yourself up before you get to the scene. It prevents awkward situations like this.”

“Shut up.”

“You might want to make sure you have the right target, while you’re at it.”

Lena let out a long, slow sigh.

“Put your hands on the table and don’t move a muscle.”

Lex laughed. “What, are you arresting me now?”

There was another soft puff of air, and then a shriek of rending metal as the doors buckled in. Supergirl stormed into the room, parting the steel the way a normal woman might part curtains. She stomped into the room, even more bruised and bloody than Lex, hair matted with mud and blood, eyes blazing with righteous fury.

“You,” she snarled. “Murderer!”

“We’ve established that”, Lex said, almost casually.

Lena still held the gun ready, aimed at his chest.

“You can put that down, Miss Luthor. He’s not getting away this time. We can track his portals now.”

“Oh, can you?” Said Lex. “That’ll certainly be a wrinkle in my plans.”

“You’re not making any more plans,” Lena spat, fighting back tears as she thumbed back the hammer on her revolver.

That’s it, Lex’s voice murmured in her mind. Ease the hammer back and you just have to touch the trigger and it’ll go off. I had it tuned special for you. Remember, aim small, miss small.

“Miss Luthor,” Supergirl said, turning to her. “Don’t do that.”

“If you take him to jail, he’ll just get out again,” said Lena. “He’ll just escape and kill more people.” She choked out a sob. “He’ll kill you eventually. We have to win every time. He just has to win once.”

“Sounds like a good reason for you to join the winning team, Lena.”

Lena put her finger on the trigger, and Supergirl stepped between them.

“Don’t,” she said, very softly. “He wants you to be like him. We’re the good guys, Lena. We don’t kill. You’re one of the good guys.”

“No I’m not,” Lena said, her voice hitching.

“Yes you are. I believe you, Lena.”

Lena met her eyes, their gazes linking with that same pull she felt whenever she made eye contact with the Maid of Might, and she faltered. Lex was right. She didn’t have it in her. Not now. Not in front of her. Lena lowered the gun and Supergirl gave her a soft, ethereal, profoundly familiar smile.

Lex shoved a Kryptonite dagger into her back, and Supergirl cried out in agony, green poison ripping through her flesh. With a savage grin, he twisted the knife, breaking off the fragile blade with a hideous snap.

Lena forgot everything but Supergirl as she collapsed to the floor, rushing to kneel beside her. Supergirl convulsed, her back arching brutally as she stared into the void, blood gurgling in her throat.

“Cooked that one up special,” said Lex, panting. “She has minutes at most.”

Lena did not speak. She raised her gun and shot him twice in the chest, two rapid thunderclaps that left her ears ringing, and he toppled back into the wall.

“Fuck,” he choked out. “Guess you do… have it…”

“Shut up!” Lena screamed, “you fucking bastard! Shut up!”

“But that’s not all, Lex choked out. “I’ve got one…” he coughed, “one more… for you…”

Feebly, he reached into his jacket and drew out a remote control, hand shaking as he strained to activate it.

The monitors lit up, assaulting her with a savage truth. She saw Kara Danvers breathe grown men off their feet, blasting the searing heat of a dead star from her eyes, snatch bullets from the air.

“Kara Danvers… is Supergirl.” Lex grinned out, with a rattling laugh. “She’s been lying to you… manipulating…”

Something glinted on his wrist. The watch. The portal watch.

Lena lunged, throwing herself at him. Lex pulled his hand away and shoved. He pushed her back and threw himself on top of her, sending the gun sliding away. Pinning her wrist to the cold floor, he knees into her stomach, crushing the breath out of her in an explosion of pain.

With his other hand, he rapped his chest. “Bulletproof vest. Couple broken ribs. Should have brought a bigger gun, Lena.”

Lex knotted his fingers in her hair, pulling savagely to turn her head, forcing her to look.

Kara lay on the floor, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. A low moan escaped her throat and she rolled on her side, looking at Lena with eyes streaked with putrid green.

“I’m sorry,” Kara rasped out. “I’m sorry, Lena.”

Lena stared, a hopeless, helpless feeling spreading through her as though she sank into freezing water.

“I for-“ she began, only for Lex to close his hands around her throat.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you having a moment?”

Lena flailed as he tightened his grip on her, her head pounding and her lungs burning as he crushed down her airway. Lena thrashed, desperate to fight him off.

I’m going to die. I’m going to die and I never told her.

With a scream of animal fury, somehow, Kara threw herself at him, bodily knocking him away from Lena, freeing her.

It must have been the last of Kara’s strength, because she collapsed in a boneless heap, moaning. Lex snarled, jamming his thumb into Kara’s wound.

“Oh my, I hope you weren’t using that kidney.”

Lena rolled. She grabbed the gun, rolled again.

Aim small, miss small.

Bang.

Lex snapped back, away from Kara, his genius fanned out from his skull to paint the wall. Lena ignored the sight, forced herself not to think about what she just did, forced herself to feel no pain as she scrambled to his body and peeled the watch off his wrist, locking it around her own. She had to hope.

The interface was simple enough.

“Almost there,” she told Kara. “Almost.”

The portal swirled to life and Lena began screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Help! It’s Kryptonite, help her!”

Alex stormed through, eyes going wide at the scene before her. She immediately began shouting orders. Someone pulled Lena away from Kara, forcing their laced fingers apart. Lena told herself that Kara was going to be okay, that her hand hadn’t been cold and limp and lifeless, she pleaded for it to be true.

The only thing she said was “let me see Kara.” As they bandaged and examined her, it became a refrain. A chant. Alex finally came in to the medical bay and looked at her, a little piteously.

“Kara’s fine, Lena. She’s at her apartment. We just need…”

“She’s Supergirl,” Lena rasped through her bruises throat, “please let me see her.”

Alex swallowed hard. “I can’t. She’s in surgery to get the Kryptonite out of her abdomen. We can’t go in. It’s very delicate and the procedure has to be done under red sunlamps.”

“Please just let me see she’s alive.”

Alex nodded gently, and helped Lena to her feet. Her head was pounding, her knees pained her, and she ached where Lex had knees and choked her. She had to lean on Alex’s shoulder to walk to the operating room.

They watched through a window and Lena couldn’t help but stare. Kara lay on the table on her side, and oxygen mask over her face. There was blood in her hair and she was covered in bruises -even around her own throat- and she looked so small, so delicate and fragile. Lena pressed against the glass and strained with her entire being not to cry.

Alex placed a soft hand on her back. “Let it out.”

Lena did just that, sobbing into Alex’s shoulder.

“You saved my sister, Lena.”

Lena wept harder. Alex waited for it to stop, for Lena to pull back and swipe at her eyes like a child and step back.

There was a bench outside the operating ward. Lena sat down and refused to move. Eventually, Alex brought her food, but she didn’t eat. Nia tried to cheer her, and Brainy came to give her more details about Kara’s condition, probably trying to soothe her.

Lena waited in silence, needing to know of her sun would ever rise again. She waited and waited until, finally, beautifully, they rolled Kara out. She leapt from her seat and stormed after the medics, Alex joining her moments later.

They put Kara in a bed and connected more equipment to her, and hooked up another IV. The red light coming from the ceiling gave the room an eerie, sanguine glow.

“Why the red lamps?” said Lena.

“She has too much Kryptonite in her system,” said Alex. “We need to flush it out before we can turn on the sunlight and let her heal up fully.”

Lena swallowed, hard.

“Is my lab equipment still here?”

“Yes, why?”

Lena turned without a word. “Brainy,” she called, without looking for him, “get down here and help me.”

In the lab, Lena began to work, drawing on everything she knew, while Brainy structured and prepared the nanites for her.

Seven hours later, she returned to the recovery ward and found Alex quietly bent over her sister’s wounded body. She might have been praying. Eliza Danvers had joined her, and Lena momentarily paused, a little scared of the older woman, for reasons she couldn’t say.

Alex looked up, spotting the syringe of dark fluid in Lena’s hands.

“What’s that?”

“A cure for Kryptonite.”

Alex blinked. “You cured Kryptonite poisoning?”

“No. I cured Kryptonite. She’ll never have to fear it again.”

Alex blinked, and looked at her mother. They both looked at Lena, who nodded and injected the fluid into Kara’s IV.

It only took a few minutes. The green bruises all over her body began to fade and her breathing steadied. She moved slighty, groaned, and reached out.

“Lena,” she whispered.

“She’s okay,” said Alex. “She’s here. Everybody is here for you, sis. Lex got you pretty good but the surgeons and Lena patched you up again.”

“Hurts.”

“I know.”

“Lena.”

Alex swallowed. “I’m going to go get the yellow sunlamps set up.”

“I’ll help,” said Eliza.

As the both left, Lena waited an awkward beat and then rushed to Kara’s beside, lacing her fingers with those of Kara’s reaching hand.

“Kara, it’s me. I’m here.”

“I’m sorry.”

Lena sat down in the chair Alex had been using and smoothed back some of Kara’s hair, to better look into those beautiful blue eyes. Kara smiled softly.

“I lied to you,” Kara whispered.

“I know. I… I can’t say I don’t care but… it doesn’t seem to matter that much.”

Kara sighed. “I want to make it better.”

“I know,” said Lena, her voice cracking. “Kara, don’t worry about it now. Listen to me, okay?”

She gave a slight nod.

Lena sucked in a breath, feeling the ache in her belly and the burn in her throat. The desire to release these words warred with the fear and the anguish and the dread. She was about to reveal a truth of her own, one that she’d held so deep that she barely knew it was there until she saw the light dying behind Kara’s eyes.

The release of them was relief, like unyoking a great weight from her shoulders.

“I love you.”

“Lena…”

“No, please listen. I don’t mean as a friend, Kara. I mean I have feelings for you. Intense feelings. I… I don’t know if that’s something you’d ever want, but if it is, is there. If it’s not, you don’t how me anything. I’m still your friend. It’s just…”

Kara squeezed her hand ever so gently. Lena had forgotten that she even held it. She went quiet, waiting, feeling dread and hope swelling in her chest.

“Would it be forward of me to ask for a kiss?” Kara whispered.”

“No,” said Lena.

Kara’s lips were soft and warm, and though it was awkward to bend and place a soft peck on Kara’s lips, she did. She remained bent over the side of the bed, her forehead resting against Kara’s, sharing something quiet and fragile.

“I’ll make it up to you,” said Kara. “I will, I promise.”

“You already have,” said Lena. “I just hope I don’t screw this up.”

“You wont. I believe in Lena Luthor.”

Lena cracked a smiled, sighing, and ran a hand down Kara’s arm, reveling in her new freedom of touch, now matter how limited.

Alex cleared her throat.

“She needs a full day under the sun lamps,” said Alex, without elaborating.

Lena drew back but did not loose he grip on Kara’s hand.

“She’s going to get every minute of it.”

“Good,” said Alex. “Kara, are you hungry?”

Kara nodded.

“I’ll scrounge up something for you to eat. I have to find Nia first.”

“Why?” said Lena.

Alex offered a smile.

“She owes me fifty bucks.”

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[alecvolturiswifeforever]

All too well | F.V x Reader

warnings: angst? fluffff ( tbh i was listening to taylor swift while writing this hence the name)

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Pulling back the old curtains of your childhood home the familiar image of the Swan house came into view and the muscles of your jaw tensed on their own accord. Wrapping your scarf tighter around your neck and pulling your wool hat over your ears you stepped out of the front door, onto the porch. You were weary, well aware of the fact that if was snowing and there was more than likely ice waiting to send you sliding down the concrete stairs.

You lived in the house on the opposite side of the street. Both you and Bella had grown up together, practically conjoined from the moment she arrived back in Forks every time she would visit her father right up until the moments she had to leave.

That was until she left when she you were around thirteen, confessing to you that she wouldn’t be coming back to visit again anytime soon. You remembered the moment all too well, as if it was yesterday, the memory replaying in the forefront of your mind.

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You both let out rather loud giggles as you lay together upon your bed, flipping through old magazines you had stolen from your mother and gossiping like the preteen girls you were.

“Oh! I should get going… dad said I have to be home by six today! Early flight and all tomorrow” Bella rolled her eyes as she spoke and another giggle elicited from you as you sat up.

“How long are you going for this time?” You had questioned innocently and the atmosphere immediately changed as your room was suddenly full of an uncomfortable stuffiness. That was when she confessed.

“Um.. I don’t… I’m not really planning on coming back anytime soon…”

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“Mom said that we’re moving again… but it’s going to be more permanent this time and I just… I don’t really like coming here that much anyway…”

“Oh…”

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You recalled the tight feeling in your throat and the burn of tears behind your eyes. Yes you lived in the small town for your entire life but you had never really had many friends, none with the bond you had shared with the Swan girl and you definitely did not want to be friends with people like Jessica Stanley.

When Bella had moved back it was almost relieving and you both fell back into your old ways quickly. Staying at each others houses late, gossiping, sharing books and little trinkets.

That was until he came into the picture.

If you knew one thing it was that you absolutely despised Edward Cullen. Especially for taking your best friend away again just to leave her. Alone. In the middle of the woods. In the middle of September. What a jerk.

You were snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of voices, averting your eyes as you saw both Bella and her devil spawn step out of the house. Your lips parted as you made eye contact, and she threw you a glare turning to face Edward.

“Y/N, are you coming or not?” You heard the voice of your father yell from the car and you sighed before pulling the door shut and locking it.

“Coming!”

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“Bella please!”

You heard the yell from your spot on your couch and you rushed outside to see the commotion. Crossing the road and eyeing the sharp look of Alice.

“Bella is convinced she is going to Italy to save her leech..” Jacob hissed.

“Leech?” You whispered in confusion before shaking your head “Bella you cant just leave and go to Italy right now, what about your dad?”

“I’m 18. It’s legal.” She rolled her eyes and you huffed. Why did she always have to be so stubborn?

“Well then i’m coming with you.” You had reached for the handle to the backseat of the car and slid in. That was when Alice paused, Bella throwing a worried look in her direction. After a moment of silence she spoke up.

“Y/N I can’t let you come”

“Why not?”

“It’s not… safe for you.”

“Well either i’m going or both me and Bella or staying… and by the looks of it she’s not willing to get out of the car” You turned and strapped yourself in and Alice huffed under her breath before muttering a sharp ‘have it your way’ and speeding off.

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The rest was quite blurry for you, only remembering certain snippets of their explanations on the plane ride there. You were informed about the existence of vampires, how Bella and Edward were mated, Alice’s vision… all that boring stuff. You remembered one moment very well though.

The moment you made eye contact with him. The way his eyes softened as he took you in. The feel of his hand lightly brushing your back as you stood in the elevator.

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“Interesting” You heard the raven haired king hum, dropping your hand as he turned to look at the giant, seeking for his hand. He let out a loud laugh as you flinched back only to find Edward had pulled Bella back a few feet. You turned to look at him, eyes darting between him and the smaller Cullen next to them.

“What’s going on?” Your voice was accusing as you eyed them before you turned back to the man in front of you who was still looking at Felix.

“My dear, you have finally found your mate”

You remember the flip of your stomach, heartbeat increasing. You turned a hateful gaze back to Alice.

“You knew…” You spoke carefully as you put the pieces together. Your voice raised as she shook her head.

“You knew and you tried to stop me from coming!”

“Y/N…”

You only glared at her as the blonde king quickly moved back to the situation at hand.

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They had granted you all until graduation, Felix would visit you frequently while you continued the rest of your education and Edward had until then to turn his mate. The journey home was awkward to say the least. You and Alice had argued back and fourth in the reception once Demetri had guided you out of the throne room and after that they refused to acknowledge you. You rolled your eyes at the memory - the audacity of them to think it was you who was in the wrong, as if any of this was your fault.

They were furious that you had allowed him to speak to you, let alone touch you.

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“What do you want?” you heard Edwards menacing hiss as the vampire came into frame, lifting your head from where you had buried them into your knees to see what was happening.

“I’m here to speak to my mate. You will do well to back off before I put you through the wall again.”

You hoped his eyes wouldn’t fall onto you however the hope was quickly crushed as his gaze moved right to you, holding a large hand out to you.

“May I take a moment of your time?”

You sighed, half tempted to look to the others for guidance however you stopped yourself when you remembered they now wanted nothing to do with you. So you took his hand, uncurling yourself from the position you was in and allowed him to guide you out into a seemingly abandoned hallway.

“I apologise for the… violence… you had to witness, I did not intend for it to startle you.” Clearly he had heard the way your breathing had shallowed and your heartbeat increase then.

“It’s.. it’s fine” You struggled to find the right words to speak to the stranger in front of you and you shifted your weight from one foot to another awkwardly.

“You are so much more beautiful than I had imagined” You were convinced you weren’t meant to hear that, tilting your head to look up at him. You took in his face, the bright red of his eyes, the way his hair fell softly over his forehead and you couldn’t help but feel entranced. His hand lifted as if on it’s own accord and he searched your eyes carefully.

“May I?” His voice was deep as he spoke and you gave him a weary nod, jolting at the current that ran through your body as his cold hand made contact with your cheek, running his thumb across your cheekbone. You let out a breathe you had no idea you were holding and melted into him as he pulled you into him.

“I have finally found you.”

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You smiled at the memory, watching the scenery blur by the window of the car. For once you felt at ease, as if everything was perfect.

That was how you knew, you were exactly where you needed to be. You knew it all too well.

ʚɞ

#felix volturi #felix volturi x reader #felix volturi imagines #felix volturi fics #volturi #volturi imagines #the twilight saga #demetri volturi #jane volturi #alec volturi

[aealzx]

Fishing his cell phone from its pocket wedged under his shell, Raphael hit the speed dial for Mikey. The easiest way to check on him was just to call him after all. Especially since they had two additional bases now that he and Leo were taking turns manning for this rotation. That explained why Leo had been caught since the other three weren’t with him. But it didn’t explain why their alarms hadn’t been tripped. Unless Leo had been outside the base on patrol, like he sometimes did when he was restless.

Okay Mikey that’s five rings, pick up the phone-

“You’re speaking to the greatest turtle of all time, hero of the realms, Nexus Champion, Michael Angelo Spliterson.”

For once Mikey’s voice was a welcomed relief instead of a complete annoyance, and Raphael found himself smirking instead of wanting to throttle him. “I’m gonna beat you for that, bozo,” Raphael responded, more on reflex than an actual threat.

“Awww, but Raphy buddy, you’d actually have to win against me for once to do that,” Mikey shot back. Harmless banter at this point. Despite the hundreds of sparring matches they’d gotten into, Raphael still hadn’t managed to win against Mikey even once. But they had saved each other's lives often enough it no longer truly mattered.

“Well get over here then.”

“Uh, I’ll pass,” Mikey declined quickly. “Got the ole second base to watch over y’know. Can’t leave her on her own. What would Don say if I just abandon-”

“I mean it Mikey. Get over here, Leo’s been caught by Augustine,” Raphael interrupted, ton growing completely serious now.

“HUH-?!” Mikey’s outburst cracked over the speaker and made Raphael pull the phone away from his ear. “Whadda you-?? Start with that you-! I’ll be right there!”

The call ended with a beep before Raphael could give a retort, but he just sighed and lowered the phone to tap a different speed dial. They would need their usual backup for this one, and he also had some words to get out. Thankfully this time his call was answered on the second ring.

“Yo Raph, what’s up? Miss me that much?”

Casey. The one that had been with Leo on base sitting duty that night. “Say goodbye to your son, then get back to home base asap. I’m gonna kill you for losing my brother,” Raphael growled simply, then took his turn to end the call without a goodbye. It would be better to talk to both Mikey and Casey at the same time, in person.

Once both people were contacted Raphael slipped his phone back into its place and approached Don, raising a brow as he was mildly impressed once again by how fast his genius of a brother was manipulating his precious computer. Touch screens and a custom keyboard really sped up his process, as did state of the art equipment. Coming to stand at his shoulder, Raphael remained quiet, knowing Don would speak when he formulated his thoughts enough around what he’d found.

Sure enough, it was only minutes of watching screens flashing by incomprehensibly that Don started his report. “Interesting. I ran an analysis for interdimensional breeches, and there’s a significant outlier from the usual comings and goings of people like the Daimyo and the others we’re used to visiting.”

“So…….,” Raphael started, a request for Don to pause and let him catch up with his own thoughts. “Augustine succeeded in creating an interdimensional machine despite us having stolen what she needed for it?”

“Yes…. and no,” Don confirmed and denied. “It wasn’t stable. The bridge between dimensions was quick, and horribly uncalculated. Like a misfire from trying to modify a weapon. I think she was trying something else, and got more than she bargained for.”

“An accident,” Raphael reworded simply, then sighed. “Great. And we still don’t have enough evidence to get her locked up?”

“Not yet. But this might be a tipping point once we get it solved,” Don responded with a mirthless chuckle. If only it were that simple. Augustine was eccentric, and unstable, but apparently still too valuable for the EPF to be willing to let her go. “I’ve got a good guess where she’s hiding out now. Three of the signatures converge at one point, including the one that matches the readings I’ve remotely pulled from our third outpost. And the location is part of our list of potentials.”

“...Texas? Really?” Raphael complained, raising a brow when the location was singled out on the display.

“Yep. Texas.” Don nodded, then caught sight of an entry register on another screen and turned to meet the one who’d arrived.

“Guys! You gotta help me- I think Leo’s gone missing! You gotta help me find him.” Casey’s arrival to the home lair was announced via a stomping run as he shouted his distress, one of Leo’s swords in his hands. “He went off to do a patrol like he does, but then he didn’t come back, and then I went looking for him to come back here, but all I found was his sword thing, and he never leaves that laying around. I think he got snatched! Do you have a tracker or something on him?”

As Casey started to explain his side of the story, Raphael could only fold his arms as both he and Don stared blankly at their friend. It may have seemed like a weird ploy with ulterior motives, but after having spent so many years with the man they both knew that Casey wasn’t faking anything. He just apparently didn’t have two dots connected in his mind just yet.

“....Did you figure that all out before or after I called you?” Raphael asked simply, continuing to give Casey a dry look.

“What? Uhhhhh…… After-.... Ohhhhh,” Casey seemed confused at the apparent unrelated question. But Don and Raphael could swear they could see the dots in Casey’s mind clicking together as he remembered what Raphael had called about in the first place. “You guys already know. Heheh. Uhm….. So where we going?”

Don could only chuckle as Casey sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. Before he could answer Casey the room gained another body as Mikey came dashing in. “I’m here! Let’s go! Bags are packed! Are we flying or driving?” Mikey rushed, stopping to jog in place once he reached the landing the rest were on.

“Hold on, bro. We haven’t even gone over a plan yet,” Raphael chastised, though he couldn’t hold the amusement from his tone.

“You can debrief me on the plane. Or truck. Whichever. Time’s a wasting,” Mikey continued, still jogging in place. “Did you get to talk to him? Or get a picture? Bad guys love sending kidnapping pictures. Does he look- Oh!”

At the mention of a picture Don clicked a few keystrokes to change the view of the monitors back to the video they had received. Catching sight of it, Mikey abruptly stopped moving, turning to gape at the picture. “Woah….. Ohhhh no, the crazy lady grabbed some other poor mutant ninja turtles inste- wait- is that ME? Mini me? He’s so small. But the orange headband is my thing- ohhhhh we didn’t stop her, did we.”

Raph had to snort at Mikey’s reaction to seeing the other two mutant turtles that had been kidnapped along with their brother. Only then did he start moving to comply with Mikey’s earlier prompting to get going. “Accidental cross dimension kidnapping. Is what it looks like anyway. We won’t know for sure until we ask their names once we rescue them.”

“Alriiiight. Time to finally bash this lady’s head!” Casey cheered, rotating his arm with a fist and moving to follow Raph.

“Ah ah. Not you. People with kids under the age of ten are strictly on backup duty, remember? You stay here and keep an eye on April… and Master Splinter since I’m assuming he’ll be on babysitting duty again. Keep them and Junior out of trouble, alright?” Raphael countered, whipping around to poke Casey in the chest and push him back.

“Awwwww maaann. Really? That applies even for rescue missions?” Casey whined, though he didn’t seem too upset about it. He did get to stay with April and their son after all.

“It applies for all missions. Especially breaking into government bases,” Don confirmed, slinging his prepacked backpack over his shoulders. “I’ve already messaged April, she and Leatherhead will meet you here and infiltrate their systems to give us support. Make sure Master Splinter gets to bed on time too, will you?”

“Guhhhhh, finnnee. Just punch someone good for me, alright?” Casey relented, making a show of throwing his head back in a pout. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your dad too. Just don’t take too long.”

“We’ll be back before you know it,” Raphael assured. “You better not eat all the nachos,” he added as a warning, pointing a finger at Casey as he and the others left the raised terrace.

“Stealth plane Mikey. We’re headed to Texas,” Don directed, taking the lead to their underground hangar.

“Texas?” Mikey repeated, pausing verbally to consider a thought. “You think we can grab any kolaches while we're there?”

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03 Mikey is just fine X'D He's just at a different, smaller base.

by the way, the 03 boys are in their 30s for this, if it wasn't apparent from them being scarred up and having more armor and stuff X'D

#my art #tmnt 2003 #rottmnt 2003 crossover #cross dimension kidnapping #tmnt crossover #03 Mikey #03 Raph #i posted this to the wrong blog at first #hahaha X'D derp #long post #writing

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my mom I don't want my older brother moving back in?

People involved: Me (F25), my mom (F55), my older half brother ("Joe", M39), Joe's wife ("Nina", F28)

This situation is way too long and messy to give a full account of, so I'm gonna give the super condensed version. My mom has a lot of health problems and medical debt, and I live with her to help her. We both work 2 jobs to make ends meet and the house is falling apart in some places, but we're barely getting by.

Joe has been living with our grandmother for the last few years, but she's selling her house and moving into an assisted living facility. Joe has known about this for 2 months, and called my mom in tears 2 days before they close on the house asking her for help. Him and Nina have nowhere to put their dog (a rottweiler). Him and Nina have nowhere to put their boat (that they never use and I have no idea why he still has). Him and Nina have nowhere to stay (he had 2 months to find somewhere???)

One of my hard rules when I moved in with my mom is that Joe and Nina not be allowed back in the house for many, many reasons. To name just a few:

Nina is the reason Joe lost his 4 children 6 years ago, and the reason he hasn't done anything to get them back. She failed a drug test while she was pregnant with another man's baby (yes, she cheated on Joe). The baby was taken away as soon as it was born, and she was court ordered to not be around Joe's children until she passed a hair follicle test. Joe brought her around his children. Their bio mom found out and took him to court. Joe lost them. Now he can't even begin the process of getting them back until he and Nina can pass a drug test. Our family has offered to pay for said drug tests, but Nina refuses. She says she doesn't do drugs anymore and could pass it, but she just doesn't want to deal with the kids. Joe is apparently fine with this.

Joe and Nina both have stolen from nearly everyone in our family. They were regularly stealing from my grandmother while they lived with her, all of our aunts and uncles and most of our cousins have cut contact with them because they steal from them at holidays and birthdays.

Nina is lazy as fuck and can't do anything for herself. She lays in bed all day while Joe works 2, sometimes 3 jobs to support their drug habit. She won't cook. She won't clean. If she wants something she SCREAMS for Joe to get it for her.

And probably most importantly: Joe and Nina have stayed here dozens of times before, and it has never ended well. They always say they're only gonna be here a week or 2, but it always turns into months. They always trash the house. They always steal from me and my mom. They always drink and do drugs in our house. Several times I've gotten into physical altercations with Nina when I find her snooping through my room. The last time they were here we found out Joe was prostituting Nina for drugs from our house. We found this out because the cops came looking for them, and told us our house was "a known drug house". When they left, they told the family they left because I was a drug addict who was stealing from THEM.

Now I'll admit: all of this happened years ago, pre 2020. Joe SAYS he and Nina are clean, but I've heard that before. Joe SAYS they just need a month or 2 to find a place to stay, but I've heard that before. Joe SAYS he and Nina are sorry for how they treated us in the past, but I've heard that before.

My mom is a bleeding heart softie and is ready to let Joe come back with open arms, but I put my foot down and told her if he moves in I move out, and she KNOWS he won't help like I do. She tearfully told my brother he can't stay here, and has since been moping about how he's still her son, how she can't believe I'd put her in this position, how no one will give Joe a chance to prove he's changed, etc etc. But I just feel like I HAVE given Joe dozens of chances, and it's not my fault he kept throwing them back in my face. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[blue-rose-soul]

Ooo love the devil’s bastard au

In one of your precious posts you mentioned Charlie and Nicaise meeting in heaven and getting to bond. How do you think a meeting like that would go?

They wouldn't know who the other was at first. It's an act of fate (me) that brings them together. I've seen a few different people say that the winners in Heaven don't remember their lives on Earth, but I haven't heard this until recently, and even if Vivienne did say it, I'm hesitant to take Word of God as the absolute truth until it's actually shown in the show proper. Things change in the writing process, you know?

That said, I like the idea so I'm going with it.

As a winner, Nicaise also has some deer-like traits. Her heavenly outfit is all creams and golds, she's got soft doe ears and white speckles across her cheeks, shoulders and arms, as well as a pair of cream-colored wings. Even with the deer traits though, Charlie doesn't make the immediate connection. She's a dark-skinned Creole woman who speaks with a distinct accent from Alastor's, so there's a bit of a disconnect in Charlie's mind.

They probably run into one another while Emily is showing Charlie around, perhaps at the zoo. The winners haven't been informed that they're hosting a guest from Hell because the heavenborn angels don't want to cause a panic or anything, but it becomes clear within a few minutes of conversation that Charlie's different from everyone else in Heaven. How amazed she is by the simplest things. Her sheer awe at the koala. The smell of brimstone that clings to her.

Now, Nicaise knows there's something... off about Heaven. She's known it since she first arrived and she felt like something important had been stolen from her. She just can't put together what that something was. Over the decades, the heavenborn angels have tried to placate her, reassuring that there is nothing missing from her life and that Heaven has everything she'll ever want or need. She calls bullshit. But, realizing she's not going to get anywhere butting heads, she opts to go the more subtle route, seeking out like minded winners and bringing them together. Together, she and her allies have been trying to figure out what the heavenborn are keeping from them, what they lost, but they've hit a lot of walls. Sera is too difficult to approach, and not easy to trick, Emily is just as in the dark as they are, and Adam... Well, Nicaise knows how to deal with repulsive men. But Sera realized pretty quickly what Nicaise was doing and forbid Adam from speaking to her or her cohorts, so that line of investigation was cut short.

Needless to say, Nicaise is thrilled to meet people from outside of Heaven.

She probes Charlie for information and Charlie is plenty happy to talk to someone from Heaven who doesn't seem politely disgusted by her lineage. (Something about Charlie's description of her father strikes a chord in Nicaise. She can't quite solidify the thought.) Emily is surprisingly open to the topic of conversation as well; Sera's never told her any of these things!

Nicaise knows that she must have had a life and a family back on Earth, but it's not until Charlie starts talking about souls passing to Heaven or Hell that she really understands what this means. For just a moment, the veil lifts from her memories. And then they're gone again, like a dream. Charlie, on the other hand, is more than a little peeved that Heaven is actually preventing winners from remembering their own lives. Yes, some of the memories may be painful, but these are their lives! The souls have a right to them, regardless of how painful they were! It's her first hint that Heaven might not be as idyllic as it seems.

Unfortunately, Charlie's meeting with Heaven's higher ups means they don't have as much time together as they would like, nor will they have any way to contact one another once Charlie returns to Hell. But she's left a lasting impact on Nicaise and has an ally in her and Emily both. Emily tells Nicaise everything that happened in the meeting, including the revelation of the exterminations. Nicaise passes this on to her group, who pass it on to more people who pass it on to even more people.

Soon winners all over Heaven are questioning and Sera is panicking. Things get worse for her when Sir Pentious shows up in her office. If she's going to maintain order over Heaven, she needs to find the people responsible for spreading disorder, and get rid of them. Fast.

#ask #anonymous #Hazbin Hotel #the Devil's Bastard AU #Charlie Morningstar #Alastor's Mother #Hazbin Hotel OC #Nicaise (Hazbin Hotel OC) #Emily (Hazbin Hotel) #Sera (Hazbin Hotel) #sorry this took so long I kept rewriting stuff #I almost wrote this whole narrative about Nicaise starting a resistance movement in Heaven #before I realized how long-winded it was getting #the winners in Heaven do seem to have SOME idea of what's happening on Earth #since the Cherubs in Helluva Boss explicitly go to earth to aid people on their behalf #but I imagine they only get a filtered view of what happens #after all they wanted to give Lyle Lipton a blessing because of all the 'good' he did with his inventions #but seemed oblivious to the fact that he... y'know #experimented on poor people who were likely desperate and willing to do anything to get out of terrible situations #plus a friend of mine introduced me to Autodale and I'm enjoying the crap-saccharine dystopia theme

[euphoricfilter]

Can I request a drabble with Yoonji? If so, could it be a fluffy flower shop/tattoo parlour au with "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.", please? Thank you! 💜

summer mornings and strawberries:

pairing: tattoo artist! yoonji (yoongi) x f. reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || cisswap || established relationship

summary: sometimes it's hard to put your love for someone into words

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: fluff, wlw, goth gf yoonji x pastel princess m/c (you know that’s right), minor suggestive content but no real smut

notes: women <3 this one felt harder to keep in the 1k boundary because they’re both just so cute :( i might write a short sequel for mommy yoonji since it wouldn't fit into this part if people are interested

drabble requests are closed

drabble masterlist || my main masterlist

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“Over here, baby” 

You perk up, Jimin long forgotten as your girlfriend waves you over from her office. 

“Sorry, Minnie” you brush him off as you skip into Yoonji’s arms, completely ignorant to the fact she keeps eye contact with the receptionist as she presses a sweet kiss to your cheek. 

Jimin snorts, eyes flickering down to your skirt that barely covers your ass. 

Your mouth falls open into a gasp as Yoonji grabs the meat of your thigh, teasing in the way she knows has arousal slicking up your panties. You always had been easy to rile up. 

“You’re late” she murmurs, hairs on the back of your neck standing on end as her breath tickles your cheek. 

“The shop was quite busy today,” you tell her as she kicks the door to her office closed, tattoo equipment already set up for you. 

“You should really tell your boss you can’t do overtime” 

You frown, “But she says I’m the best at bouquets” 

“I’m sure you are the best, my love. Now take a seat, I canceled my next appointment so we can spend the afternoon together” 

“You didn’t have to do that” you giggle, sweater shucked off on the floor somewhere that she picks up, folding it over the back of her chair as you settle down. 

“I don’t wanna hear any of that” 

“Yes ma’am” you mock salute. 

Her eyebrows furrow, silent offer to be a brat, though by now she knows you’re aware of the consequences. 

Her chair kicks backwards as she leans down for a kiss. Purposeful as her lips mold with yours, barely enough room for either of your to breathe until she’s pulling back, and your pink blush is hiding the red that coats your cheeks rosy. 

You’d always found something so utterly mesmerizing about Yoonji, her beauty that of a black dahlia, though you think she was more of a pink rose; gentle. 

Someone you aspired to be, so confident in her own skin, she knew exactly what she wanted, and made sure she got it. 

Sometimes it felt like you couldn’t word exactly how you felt about her, ‘love’ perhaps an umbrella term for all the little things you adored about her mere existence. No amount of flowers with lovely meanings, or poems about undying love that you write in little notes for customers (that had definitely been stolen from the internet), is never truly enough. 

Your friends had drilled the idea in their heads that Yoonji was reserved, and didn’t know how to show her love the right way, ‘cold’ even. A word you had never, and will never use to describe her. 

Because it seemed like she knew how to show her love for you, better than you did for her. 

The world had always had a split view on the term ‘opposites attract’, that you’re good for each other until you’re in a relationship, and then it all goes to shit because you’re two very different people. 

Yoonji never minded how you blasted your music over her speakers, the music she would overwise despise if it weren’t you. Just like how you never liked the hard-hitting rap she absolutely loved, though hummed along as she cleaned the house. 

She never minded how your clothes had split up the blacks of her hoodies and jeans in the closet, or the cute little bedspread you insisted on having because you didn’t like her grey one.

Or how the counter in the bathroom had been permanently doused in glittery eyeshadow. Where shampoo smelt of warm summer mornings and strawberries, instead of muted and never-really-there comfort. Your existence now a permanent fixture in her, no, your home.

It felt as though Yoonji worshipped your very existence, held you in her hands, delicate like you were a daisy, or a gentle buttercup. 

Your person that you couldn’t imagine a future without.

Her art is forever inked into your skin, art that no one else in the world will ever have because maybe tattoos were one of her love languages. Something in your heart squeezing, emotions mushy, that make you want to gush like you were in high school again when you catch a glimpse of her work etched into your skin in the mirror. The work she had spent hours designing specifically for you. 

Yoonji didn’t mind initiating physical contact, something you’d always shied away from, something she’d taught you was okay to want, that yearning wasn’t bad. That touch is just many of the languages of love that the both of you shared.

She liked to cook or take you on picnics in the summer, watching you twirl in dresses made of satin, or smudge your lipstick with a kiss before she helps you reapply it. Only to kiss you again. 

She calls you pretty and loved your body in ways that showed you self-love wasn’t selfish. Because if she could love you, then it shouldn’t be impossible to love yourself.

Yoonji kissed you under the stars and liked how the moon made you shine like a delicate fairy, always so beautiful in her eyes. She held your hand while you ordered food, and visits you during her lunch breaks with coffee and cakes or little sandwiches cut into triangles. 

Every little brush of her fingers over your bare skin had been etched into your mind, hours spent apart missing her even though you knew you’d be going home to your apartment, greeted with a kiss that always has you melting into her chest. 

Over the years your love language had morphed into your job just like hers, and Yoonji found it endearing how you’d come home with flowers for her, test runs for the shop's new theme though you seem to always keep her in mind as you hone your craft. 

And as much as you worried that you were never enough, always so consumed by thoughts she knew were pointless, Yoonji loved you nonetheless. 

“I don’t think anyone could be as lovely as you,” she tells you one evening, your head resting on her thighs, careful as she brushes your hair after you’ve both taken a shower together. 

You blink up at her, tongue wetting your bottom lip, “You’re a lot lovelier than I am” 

“Not true” she laughs, thumb rubbing over your jaw, “Besides, you’re the only one that sees me like this” 

“Is it selfish that I like it that way?” 

She hums, tucking her hair behind her ear, sharp eyes never straying away from yours. “It’s okay to be selfish, you know” 

“When it comes to you, I don’t mind” you smile, rolling onto your stomach. 

You blink up at her through your lashes. 

Her lips quirking upwards, always finding it hard not to smile when she’s with you, “I love you, flower” 

“I really love you too” you smile, “And I think I’ll love you forever” 

She tilts her head, “That’s a long time. Think you can put up with me for that long?” 

“As long as you can put up with me for that long, then I don’t mind” 

“You act as though you’re hard to put up with” she pushes your hair out of your face, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, then your cheek, nose, then each eyelid as you lean into the palm of her hand that cups your cheek. 

“Forever, then” you whisper, eyes barely open as you chase her lips for another kiss. 

She hums, “Forever it is”

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Dark Betrayals Part Four

Sebastian 🔺️ F!MC 🔺️ Ominis

After killing Marvolo's best duelist, MC is now in Sebastian's hands, but there will be a price to pay. Chapters One Two Three

NSFW 🔞 sexual content, mentions of violence

Chapter Four - Love Betrayed & The Price to Pay

The London skyline was murky, the sickly moon a hazy smudge through the smog. She couldn't see the stars. It was oppressive, she felt smothered, like this city was slowly swallowing her up and she would forget who she was.

The window that she stared through was small and grimy, the curtains faded, a loft room that was clinging to the chill. Behind her she could hear the quiet shifting movements as Sebastian found glasses and poured whiskey into them. She didn't turn, couldn't, because if she did she might crumble.

She was in Sebastian's space. The very air she breathed was him. His scent. The room untidy, stacks of books piled everywhere, and in the middle of his organised chaos was the man himself. She felt him in the room as though she were attached to him by invisible strings, and those strings were gradually pulling her closer and closer.

She wrapped her arms about herself and shivered. She had killed a man.

It had been a long time since death had visited via her hands. She had thought those days were behind her, buried in a past that had stolen her innocence and gifted her with guilt that plagued her dreams with darkness.

But he had been hurting Daisy.

A warm hand on her back, a glass being offered to her. She looked down at the drink, at the freckled hand that was holding it, and slowly took it, deliberately brushing her fingers against the solid warmth of those fingers. The contact a comfort and a selfish need.

He had always been there at the darkest times. A solid presence. When he had left, the void had crippled her, and now, once again, he was here. A reassuring presence in the dark.

She looked up and met worried brown eyes. His gaze softened, hiding the worry, and he attempted a reassuring smile.

"I recognised him," she said, quietly. She swallowed. "I saw him that night, at the duel pit, he had killed his opponent."

Sebastian's eyes darkened and he nodded. "He was Marvolo's best duelist. Gren."

Her stomach twisted. She looked back out across the murky city, the silent fog masking the dark evil that shifted beneath. "That lackey saw us didn't he? The one you tried to chase, he saw what I did."

"Yes, I think he did," Sebastian said. "Marvolo probably knows already."

She closed her eyes. Ice was spreading through her. Ominis was going to find out what she had done. Who she had been with.

Arms circled her, warmth surrounding her. She felt his lips on her hair. "It's alright," he murmured.

"I didn't even think twice," she whispered. "He was hurting her. I just...snapped."

Sebastian cupped her jaw with a hand, lifting her face to his. How easy it was to stare into those eyes. The shadows that lurked in the depths of his gaze seemed to dance with her own.

"I'm going to say the words that you spoke to me that night in the Undercroft, the night after the catacombs," he said. His thumb brushed her cheek. "You did what you had to do. If you hadn't, Daisy would be hurt, or worse. He can't hurt her anymore. You stopped him."

He was the only one who understood. If Sebastian hadn't killed Solomon, then they both wouldn't be standing here now. Blood on their hands, but it meant the people they loved were safe. Somehow, staring into Sebastian's eyes made the shadows make sense. They felt like old friends rather than feared unknowns.

And then there was that feeling that had swept through her as Gren's body had slammed into the wall, that immense feeling of power, strength, of knowing the capability of her own magic. A magic that she had suppressed and hidden over the last few years.

It simmered under her skin, stirring like a languid beast, its interest piqued. Her pulse fluttered in her neck, and Sebastian's eyes burned with hers.

"What are we going to do about Marvolo Gaunt?" She asked.

"There will be a price to pay," Sebastian said. He clenched his jaw. "But we'll figure it out. I will find a way."

"You don't have to do anything, Seb. This is my mess," she said.

His eyes flashed. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, MC. Not on my watch."

"Since when was I under your watch?" She quirked an eyebrow at him.

His lips twitched, amusement sneaking past his fighting talk. "Since you put me on my arse in Defence Against the Dark Arts that day," he said. "I couldn't keep away from you after that."

The memory of the day he had left cut through her. "Until you were gone," she said.

He lowered his gaze, his hand ruffling through his hair. "It might be out of line for me to say it, but I missed you. More than I thought I would."

And she had missed him. Did he mean it? Or was he playing with her? She studied his eyes, staring into the windows of his soul, looking for that connection. He met her searching with intensity, a look so deep, so blazing that it seemed to brush up against her very essence.

Those invisible threads that seemed to lure her in were becoming tangled up, wrapping her tightly into his web, and she thought that if she struggled it would only ensnare her faster.

Forbidden, but so utterly tempting, MC lowered her eyes to Sebastian's mouth. The first time she had tasted those lips she had been a girl with no idea what she was doing.

But she was older and wiser now, right? She could handle Sebastian Sallow.

And that lower lip looked so delicious. Just one little bite...

Sebastian took the glass of whiskey from her hand and put it down, his eyes never leaving hers. When his face lowered to hers, her lips parted, their gazes locked, her heart thumping in anticipation.

His lips were a delicate touch, the merest tickle against hers, unmoving as he hovered there, waiting. MC trembled, the need for him a desperate ache that burned through her. It was a taunt, a question, and Gods, she wanted to answer him, to kiss him.

But pale blue eyes flashed across her mind. Ominis was at home, waiting for her, wondering where she was.

"I shouldn't be doing this..." Her words were a desperate whisper. "I should go."

His fingers were in her hair, his nose nudging against hers, his breath warm on her cheek. "Stay," he murmured. His lips brushed her top lip, delicious, soft. "Stay with me until the morning."

Her brow creased as if in pain. Her body was betraying her, arching into him. "I can't," she whined. "Seb, please..."

His tongue slid across her lower lip and she was melting, her fingers grasping at the front of his waistcoat. Her desire and her loyalty were at war, each clawing at the other to win, and her head was spinning out of control. She was slipping, like fingers gripping a ledge and the drop loomed below her.

"No," she breathed. His fingers tightened in her hair, tilting her head back. He hummed in approval as he buried his face into her neck, his tongue flicking against her skin, breathing her in deeply. "Stop..."

"Make me," he taunted.

His mouth teased her neck, hot, wet and sinful. She moaned, her body making a liar of her pleas. Flames licked and curled at her core as he mouthed along her throat, her breathing ragged.

"Seb, I need to..."

His mouth claimed hers, silencing her, lips firm and hungry. Somehow, she had one hand in his hair, the other gripping at the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. His tongue entered her mouth, swirling with dominance, and she was lost, moaning for him.

He shifted, his hands coming around to lift her legs about his waist, her arms wrapping around his neck. They continued to kiss, deeply, as he carried her across the room to his bed.

"You're not going anywhere," he whispered, darkly. He grabbed both of her wrists, holding them up above her head before pinning her to the mattress. "You're staying right here, with me."

She could hardly breathe as his legs shifted hers apart, his hips pressing against her and she arched, a desperate keen escaping her lips as he ground against her heat. The solid press of his arousal through their clothing was a pleasing promise. She throbbed, aching for it, hating the barrier of fabric keeping him from her, her arousal soaking her underwear.

She shook her head, it couldn't happen, but as she did, her hips lifted and pressed against him, every fibre of her wanting to bear down and feel that cock.

"You like that?" He asked. He rubbed against her, his eyes drinking her in and as she rutted below him. "Tell me, I want to hear you say it."

Her cheeks flushed and she whimpered. She turned her face away, unable to bear the intensity of the lust in his eyes. Speaking the words would make the betrayal more real, but her desire was burning on her tongue, her need burning a vicious trail right from her core and up her throat with every ragged breath.

"Look at me!" He demanded. Fuck, his voice was coaxing the burn, the deep edge to it making her toes curl. "Look at me and tell me what you want. Admit it, and I'll give it to you."

He was still rubbing against her, rocking his hips, driving her to madness. Her mouth opened and a low moan escaped, but she kept her face turned away. "Why...why are you doing this?" She panted.

He bent down, his mouth near her ear. "Because you want it," he breathed. "I know you do. You want me to fuck you until you can't breathe, and then I'll do it again, and again, until you're mine."

She shuddered, her thighs clenching around him, a deep throb of desire pulsing outwards that made her eyes widen. Her fingers flexed, her arms pulling against where he had her pinned. Shock made a breathless cry leave her lips. She'd almost completely come undone as he spoke.

Her eyes flew to his, and his smirk was utter satisfaction. He bent to kiss her, soft teasing kisses, a flick of tongue across her lips. "Say it," he whispered. "Give in, you know you want to."

Oh, she wanted to.

"Yes," she breathed. His eyes locked on hers. She couldn't fight it anymore. Her surrender was complete. Her body was consumed by her own selfish desires. "Fuck me, Sebastian. I want it."

His smile was delicious, eyes dark and hungry as he released her wrists. "Good girl," he said.

Her hands worked fast, ripping his clothes from him, every second too long until she could finally get her hands on his skin. To press her naked flesh against his was a bliss that drew soft sighs from her, hands and lips taking their fill.

Her breasts ached, the peaks tight and eager for his mouth, wanting everything he could give her. At the first teasing stroke of his fingers, she was gripping the blanket beneath her, her core strung so tightly already from his taunting that she thought she might snap. That wicked mouth of his kissed across her flesh, moving downwards to suck sinfully at her inner thighs.

"Seb, no, don't mark me," she panted. Her hand pushed weakly at his head in an attempt to stop him.

He chuckled and swirled his tongue against her skin. "Why not? It's not like he will see them."

She gasped, shame flooding her cheeks with colour at the truth of it. But then, Sebastian sucked, deep and hard at her inner thigh, sliding his fingers deep inside her at the same time. It was criminal how good it felt.

And then that wicked mouth moved higher, licking, probing, teasing and she was a writhing, panting mess. Her back arched and she bit her lower lip as he sent her flying up to dizzying heights with tongue and fingers.

"Oh, Sebastian..."

She couldn't fly any higher, his lips clamped around her clit and sucked and she spiralled. He held her hips down as she bucked, clenching around him, coaxing her through the blistering waves of her climax with his tongue.

There was to be no rest. He climbed over her, lining himself up, his eyes heavy lidded as he gazed down at her. "My beautiful girl," he muttered.

Still gasping and quivering, MC felt him sliding in, her hand dragging down his chest as she took him deep. She looked down at their joined bodies, the sight of it making something hot and feral snake through her. "More," she begged. "Please..."

How many times had she imagined this? The reality was so much better, and she clung to him as he began to thrust, filling her up so perfectly she could cry. Her hand slid up to his face, her thumb rolling his bottom lip as he moaned, the sound of his pleasure filling her ears, and she savoured it, storing it safely away in her memories to cherish later.

"Look at me," she breathed. She hungered for his eyes, for that look, and she stared into the depths of his gaze as he fucked her. She wanted him, all of him. "Harder," she pleaded. "Faster."

He groaned and gripped her hip, looking down at his cock sliding into her as he obeyed. The erotic sounds, the sheen of sweat forming on his chest and forehead, the delicious slide of his cock, it had her building again.

"Fuck, I'm close," he groaned. He leant his forehead against hers. "Don't worry...I will pull out."

"No," she said, immediately. She stroked his cheek. "Give it to me."

He stared at her, eyes blazing, before he gripped her thigh, pushing her leg up and out, shifting himself to savagely thrust at an angle. She cried out, his name spilling from her lips. As her second climax hit, he thrust deep, and she felt the hot throb of his own release.

Collapsing on to the bed beside her, he pulled her in close, his lips pressing kisses to her head. Buried against his hot, heaving chest, MC clung to him, refusing to let her guilt intrude on this moment. It was years in the making and she needed to soak it up, the scent, the feel of him, the delicious fucked out feeling of Sebastian Sallow taking her to bed.

....*....

Sebastian realised he could lie here for hours watching MC sleep. The delicate curve of her lashes resting against her cheeks, the cute slope of her nose, and those perfect lips, she was just so lovely.

He lifted a hand, his finger gently brushing back strands of hair from her face. He stilled as she stirred, and a soft sigh left her mouth. He didn't want to wake her, because then she would leave, and he wanted to keep her here. He didn't want her to go back to him. Not yet.

Jealousy twisted through him as imagined Ominis kissing the soft skin under her ear, his hands touching those pretty breasts. He envied the time she had spent with him, and he ached with the loss of what he had given up. He was selfish to have tried to claim it back, but he couldn't let it go.

And, there was always the possibility that he would be dead by the end of the week. Despite her insistence, there was no way he could let her face the wrath of Marvolo alone. He would take the blame if he had to. Anything to protect her.

So, if he was being selfish in keeping her here, then so be it. He wanted to savour every moment.

The next thing he knew, movement in the room stirred him from his own sleep. He sat up, blinking, rubbing his face to see MC yanking on her clothes, stumbling in her hurry. "What's the matter?"

"I fell asleep," she groaned. She fumbled with her blouse buttons, growling in frustration when she realised she had done it wrong. "I'm so fucking late, it's almost dawn. Ominis is going to be losing his mind with worry."

Sebastian sighed and rubbed his hand through his hair. He didn't want her to go, but he could see the panic in her eyes. He shifted, sliding from the bed and going to her. Her eyes widened as she tried not to look at his nakedness, a cute pink blush colouring her cheeks.

"Come here," he said. She opened her mouth to protest, but quietened when he started to correct the buttons, doing them up swiftly. "Can't have you leaving here looking all dishevelled, although, I quite like that look on you."

Her eyes skipped guilty away. He didn't like the way she was beginning to close off from him.

"Nobody can know I was here, Sebastian," she said.

"I know you were here," he said, meeting her gaze. "Don't ask me to forget it, because I won't."

"Please, Sebastian, I don't want to hurt him. He doesn't deserve it." Her eyes shone with tears.

Didn't deserve it? Sebastian clenched his jaw. Did he deserve it when Ominis had threatened him with prison? Did he deserve it when Ominis took MC into his bed, knowing full well how Sebastian felt about her? Did he still deserve to be hounded by Aurors while Ominis gets to lie next to her every night?

She didn't want to hurt Ominis. Well, she wasn't thinking about that while she was moaning underneath him last night. Did she want to hurt him instead?

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you climbed into my bed," he said. The words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them.

She stiffened. "Well, maybe I've learned my lesson, and I won't be doing it again."

She snatched up her coat and pulled it on, her mouth a tight line. He bit his tongue, watching her as she pulled on her boots.

"MC..."

"Don't bother," she said. She stood and made for the door. She paused before opening it, facing it and not him. "We can't do this again. Maybe we should just keep out of each other's way from now on."

She turned the handle on the door and began to open it. He couldn't stand the thought of her walking through it and then never seeing her again. He was across the room in three strides, uncaring that he was completely naked. His hand slammed against the wood, pushing the door closed before it could open any further.

She gasped, standing completely still as he loomed behind her, his arm braced against the door.

"Let me go," she said.

"No," he replied. "Not like this."

She turned a little, tilting her head to look up at him. "Please don't make this any harder. I have to get back home."

His jealousy was thick and cruel, choking him. He forced it down, swallowing hard. It pained him, but he nodded. "I'll let you go, on one condition," he said. She hesitated, waiting for him to finish. "You let me escort you back."

She frowned. "I don't need you to protect me, I'm more than capable."

"I know you are," he said. "But Marvolo's lackeys could be anywhere. Please, let me escort you. I won't rest easy if I don't know that you're safely through your front door."

She thought it over, her eyes searching his, she had that look in her gaze again, almost like yearning. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, but held back.

She nodded. "Okay," she agreed. Then she looked down, a little smirk on her lips. "But you'd better put some clothes on first."

Unable to resist, and happy that she had agreed, he gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before hurrying to grab his clothes that were scattered all over the floor.

They stood outside the small town house north of the river. So, this was there they lived. He eyed the front door, the clean windows, the little pot of flowers on the top step. A proper little home. Of course.

She gave him a small smile and stepped towards the house. He reached for her, taking her hand, she turned back to him. Why couldn't he just let her go?

"Any trouble, come and find me, MC," he said. "Any time."

"I will be alright," she said. She looked conflicted, glancing back at the house, then back to him. She moved closer, going up on tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his mouth. She stared at him. "Please, be careful," she whispered. "Maybe it's me who should be protecting you. I got you into this mess, after all."

He swept a thumb over her cheek. "We protect each other. You know where to find me."

She nodded. As she stepped back and away, their hands remained touching until it was just their fingertips, her eyes sad as she finally turned. She didn't look back as she let herself into the house, but he stayed there a while, watching.

This couldn't be over. It just couldn't be.

....*....

The kitchen smelled of toast and tea, and Ominis sat at the table, listening as MC moved about, the clatter of cutlery and plates as she set things on the table before him.

"Would you like some jam, Omi?" She asked. "There is some left still. I shall have to get some more next time I am at the market. That, or try and get the recipe for one. I wouldn't mind having a go at making my own."

Just a regular morning with her, the usual routine, however, her secrets hung between them. They weighed heavy on him, and yet his mouth remained silent. He couldn't bring himself to voice the hideous, black swirl of fear that twisted him up inside.

Where was she last night? What had she been doing?

He had been unable to sleep, worrying himself sick at her prolonged absence, tapping his pocket watch with his wand as the minutes crept by into hours. She never stayed out all night, never. But it had been almost dawn when she had crept back in to the house.

He had been in bed, but awake, and she had carefully slipped in behind him, her hair and skin reeking of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and that citrus and cinnamon scent had clung to her, stronger than before. Beneath that, there was another scent, a strong musky scent, that tugged at his memory.

He didn't want to voice it, couldn't bear to make the idea turn into something solid in his mind. But he feared that smell on her, feared it because he recognised it. How many years had he shared a dormitory with that smell? How many summers had he top and tailed in a bed with that smell? Citrus, and cinnamon, and his distinct male scent.

Sebastian.

She must have been with him. All night. Close to him. The thoughts that swirled through his imagination cut sharper than any Diffindo could. How else could she smell like that? His scent all over her.

She moved closer to him at the table, the sound of the jam jar being placed before him, she gently took his wrist, guiding his hand to it. Her fingers were warm against his pulse point, the touch brief, but precious. Every touch of hers was precious. But this morning it felt different. Had those fingers been on Sebastian's skin last night?

He turned his head a little, breathing in. She had bathed this morning, her soft clean scent familiar and close, but he could still smell him, a slight touch of it still. The dark thought occurred to him that if he were to lift her skirt, that smell would be stronger.

He pushed the jam jar away, scraping back his chair as he stood, stomach churning. "I'm not hungry," he said.

He could feel her worry and anxiety flowing from her, she was still beside him. "Is everything alright?" She asked.

The build up of all the words that were stuck in his throat made his tongue feel heavy and thick. He couldn't say them. He didn't want to hear her answer, unsure if it was her truth or her lies that would be easier to hear.

Was this torturous not knowing any easier though?

He opened his mouth to speak, but a hammering on the front door stopped him. He frowned. "Who is that so early in the morning?"

She put an hand on his forearm. "I'll see to it." With a soft swish of skirts, she was gone.

He picked up his wand and smoothed a hand over his suit. He would leave for work, bury himself in it, and try not to imagine MC with Sebastian. Perhaps there was an explanation, maybe he was letting his jealousy get the better of him. Surely, MC wouldn't betray him like that.

He heard the front door open, a deep rumble of a voice, all too familiar, and his heart sank even further. What could Marvolo possibly want at this hour?

Fear rolled through the room, he could hear it in the subtle change of MC's breathing as he heard them come closer. There were three sets of footsteps. "What's going on?" He asked.

"Hello, little brother," Marvolo said. His voice was colder than ever, full of malice. "Im here to have a little word with your plaything."

He heard MC whimper, and he tightened his grip on his wand. "What could you possibly have to say to MC? She is nothing to do with you."

"Oh, but she is," he said, darkly. He chuckled. "Clearly, she hasn't told you."

Marvolo clicked his tongue, mocking. "Oh, you are a naughty thing," he taunted. "Hold on to her, don't let her get a hand on her wand."

There was a struggle as Marvolo's companion got a hold of MC. Ominis took a step forwards but a hand clamped down on his shoulder. Marvolo leant in close, his expensive cologne filling Ominis' nose. "You need to keep a stronger hand on that wench of yours, little brother," he said. "She has caused me a bit of trouble. I'm down a man, my finest duelist, a battered corpse in the street, courtesy of this little bitch and her ancient magic."

Ominis felt cold, too cold. He could hear MC sniffling, her efforts to escape the bind of whoever was holding her.

"I didn't mean to," she said, voice shaking. "But he was hurting her, I had to make him stop. I didn't mean to...to..."

"You killed someone?" Ominis asked. Dread settled over him, flashes of memory, 5th year at Hogwarts. Her and Sebastian, bringers of death, always in trouble. And she had come home reeking of him. Of course there was murder involved. His face hardened. "So, that's where you were all night."

Silence.

Marvolo laughed, a cold, humourless laugh. "Oh dear, trouble in the love nest, dear brother?"

He moved away from Ominis, his footsteps controlled and deliberate. MC whimpered again.

"You've lost me my best duelist, MC," Marvolo said, his voice slick and oily. "But, no matter. I'm here to collect on the debt. And it will be paid."

"What debt?" Ominis asked. His hands trembled.

"Take her," Marvolo ordered. There was a sharp crack as someone Disapparated.

Ominis shot forward, wand up. He scanned the room desperately, but only he and Marvolo remained. "What have you done? Where is she?" He cried, panicking.

"She has a debt to pay," Marvolo stated. "She is mine now until I am satisfied. She's a powerful little witch, her skills will prove most useful I am sure."

Fury made Ominis shake. MC, his beautiful MC, taken from him. He held his wand out. "You will regret this. Don't get too attached to that pathetic duelling pit you've got going on, the Ministry is on to you."

Marvolo laughed. "The Ministry doesn't care, Ominis. I have Ministry agents in my back pocket, they know to turn a blind eye. Excuse the pun."

His chuckle was smug, his enjoyment evident. He had always taken delight in mocking Ominis for his short comings ever since he was small.

"That last raid was pathetic, even for you," Marvolo continued. "From what I hear, the only wizard they were really interested in was young Sebastian Sallow. Wasn't he an old school pal of yours? What's the matter, did you two have a lovers tiff?"

Ominis stiffened. Marvolo always had to be one step ahead, always had to be on top. "You've seen Sallow?" Ominis asked.

"Every day," Marvolo said, smugly. "My, my, little brother, you do look rather vexed. If you were so interested in Sallow's whereabouts, why didn't you just ask your pretty plaything?"

"What do you mean?" Ominis felt his heart twist and thump painfully. "You've seen her with him?"

"Oh, Ominis..." Marvolo laughed, loud and cruel. "Oh, it's all starting to make sense! Your weird obsession with sending men after Sallow...its because of her isn't it?"

Ominis swallowed hard, sweat gathering on his brow.

Marvolo gripped the front of his suit, his face close. "You're a coward, little brother," he said. "You should have put a ring on that girl's finger, made her a Gaunt, made your claim. You are a stubborn fool, shunning marriage and your blood right. Just think of the babies that bitch will produce, babies with ancient magic in their blood. Powerful, Gaunt children."

Ominis felt his stomach churn, nausea making his head swim. He remembered her odd hesitation over the mention of children the other day, the way she had suggested that one day she might want them. His blood ran cold with fear.

"What are you going to do with her?" He asked. His voice sounded weak to his own ears, he was a trembling boy again under Marvolo's overbearing presence.

"Maybe I should step up and be the man you can't be, put a Gaunt in her belly so you have no choice but to marry her," Marvolo spat. "If I wasn't married already, I would pin her down myself. But no, I won't. You brother, you need to step up. You're a Gaunt, fucking act like one. Because if you don't, then you are going to lose her. I reckon Sallow would be more than happy to take her off your hands, because that's what you fear isn't it? That's why you're trying to run him out of London? And last night she didn't come home after her killing..."

Marvolo chuckled, shoving Ominis backwards. He stumbled, his hand searching out the table top for support.

"I quite like the sound of your little plaything, little brother. Murder, betrayal, liar, powerful...she's going to be fun to have around," he teased. Ominis felt the tip of a wand pressed against his chest. "Don't even think about meddling in my affairs. Mess with the duel pit, and I will not hesitate to teach you a lesson. You remember how I like to teach, Ominis? A little Crucio always does the trick. If you don't want to lose MC, then you need to play the game. You're a Gaunt. Act like one."

Marvolo removed his wand. "Have a nice day, little brother."

With the crack of Disapparation, Marvolo was gone. Ominis stood alone in his kitchen, trembling, Marvolo's threat echoing in his ears. MC was gone, in the clutches of his brother, Merlin knows where.

He had to get her back. But, how?

To be continued... Part Five

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow smut #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #blueraineshadows

[ilikelookingatthings]

Does anyone else feel like its weird that Miraculous Ladybug acts like I should be fine with Adrien's mom dying? and that's its wrong to try to save her?

Like....fridging trope aside.....Arguable Gabe has the most sympathetic reasoning for wanting to become a villain...he is trying to get the ladybug and Chat noir miraculous to make a wish to fix/heal his wife out of her coma which she only entered due to Magic from using a broken Peacock.

His plan makes sense...he can't go to a guardian for help because he doesn't know fu exists at that point and all the other guardians are gone. He's rich so had already used all the science money can buy plus anything he can glean from their not properly translated miraculous book, and its not working. And he clearly had tried to find the miraculous by normal means but couldn't find it outside of narrowing it down to France(unless the plan was that the TV would showcase his akuma villain so the miraculous holders would be activated and come find them from afar which also works).

So, the only way to find the creation and destruction miraculous was to use the pattern shown through history that if a villain appeared that the cat and ladybug miraculous would be activated to deal with it. He pretends to be a villain, amplifies his own negative emotions and simplifies what he wants so it's easier to project it on his victim. He chooses negative emotions because someone vulnerable will be more likely to say yes as he still needs consent, and a villain is the best option to get attention and draw them out. Then he would get the chance to steal the miraculous...which then he could release the victim (who wouldn't know what they did minimizing trauma) where he could reverse all the damage with the newly stolen creation miraculous.

and he knows if he loses the damage would be reversed by the ladybug anyway. and by showing his hawkmoth persona people have someone to blame aside from his Akuma victim. and Gabe knows he can take the powers if it goes too far and that he can talk to his victim and use a brain zap connection check them if they get too out of hand..so while Gabe is still horrible for taking advantage of a (usually a teens) negative emotions to try to steal the miraculous after making a scene and alarming the city of Paris...he arguable has a plan that minimizes the risk and damage where he has to get consent from his victim(they have to agree to the powers and that he persuaded them). and the plan is to heal his wife who can walk back into her life using the 'missing' cover...probably something like her going away for a secret treatment she didn't know would work ect. and Gabe knows i he wins that he just wants to save a loved one(doesn't erase the fear since people don't know what he wants and just because he has the illusion of control it doesn't change people were in real danger.

Its just....Yes he's horrible but he also knows any damage he makes will be reversed and he had no contact with the guardians so it would have been pretty understandably if he didn't really understand how the wish works since the 'Detroy and rewrite the world' sounds like bullshit and a price to heal someone from something the miraculous caused would be hard to fathom or easy to brush aside at first. We've seen Mari justify risky moves because she knows Damage will get reversed at times...and unlike a lot of villains at least Gabe had a failsafe with the Ladybug miraculous and how he hadn't planned to torment Paris and just wanted a quick in and out wish.

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Its just weird the show acts like the BEST course of action is just to completely accept Emelie's death....like this isn't natural sickness...this is a miraculous caused one so I wouldn't just accept it easier...even more she isn't dead yet...if she was dead and buried I'd understand the point of him having to accept and move on...but contrary to how its coffin shaped...it's not actually a coffin...it's a healing coma stasis pod.

I mean sure we could argue that if the wish destroys the world that its bad completely even if everything is rewritten (side eyeing the time travel episodes a bit but eh)....but considering how strongly he tries to convince Adrien about his mom being 'missing' and his desperation when the power almost went out due to the power surge during the guys' party....Gabe at least through most of the seasons didn't seem to be banking on the 'remake everything' part and was aiming for the healing her/waking her up part...like was it that someone else would have to go into a coma which would be better than death at least?

it's just I understand that a message can be accepting to let people go when there are no other options but the whole point of science and doctors is to have a fighting chance...and it feels weird to be told to give up is the right thing to do when she isn't dead, and a common 'miracle' is someone being healed.

Like...why is the show trying to get me to ship Gabe and Nathalie at times when Gabe's ONE redeeming feature is that he loves his wife and wants to save her...I mean i like the drama by why act like its some fix? that if Gabe has a replacement, he should stop trying to save her? Even more its not like Gabe is the only one who wants her back...Nathalie clearly thought she was worth it enough to side with this crazy plan, and wanting to bring back the emotionally competent parents' kind of makes sense for Gabe since he clearly didn't prepare to be a single parent.

And like....I'm gonna be honest the thing that bothers me the most if her having videos saying she wants Gabe to give up....like I get...a just in case video...but would it be wrong if the mom WANTED to be saved? Would Emelie wanting to live be selfish?

Also she tends to be treated like a saint character...perfect sweet person dead mom architype. We are all familiar....

But it feels odd people don't address the aspects of her character we DO know. We know Gabe compared Chat noir to Adrien's mom Favorably when Chat ripped him to shreds so to speak in Simon Says when Gabe was being too lighthearted about the danger Gabe was personally in. implying, she often roasted Gabe in a similar way...and considering Gabe as strong parallels personality wise to Marinette...it strengthens the hint that Emelie is also closure to Adrien in their dynamic.

Like....What if the issue is that Emelie was the one super excited about miraculous and using them and didn't check it was safe to use the peacock. Where she overlooked the side affects and kept using it anyway until it was too late? Something that could parallel how Adrien when he first got Plagg got so excited he accept the powers without finding out the details as well as Adrien being a bit reckless when it comes to his OWN well-being in his confidence. Like...she wanted a baby, but she couldn't have one naturally so wanted to use the peacock instead of invitro or adoption and she was stubborn about it. Ignoring Gabe who would be more cautious about its view (similar to how Marinette is more cautious and collects info and makes plans to contrast Adrien who jumps right in first). Her kindness in making a baby for others like Kagami for Kagami's mom and Felix for her sister. Maybe Emilie tried doing good with the peacock or heck even the butterfly before...but Emilie being reckless led to her not realizing the affect it would have on her family if something happened to her. Emilie was also really talented in her own right both as a model and an actress(even if she only acted a little in that one movie)...but if she's similar to Adrien in how he tends to be naturally supportive and empathetic....what if she was a great source of help for Gabe who struggled a bit with that...especially with him trying to impress her old money family with his new money riches....

like it would make Sense of Gabe wants to help her /save her or might blame himself for not stopping her...even more if she believes in him like how chat believes in LB/Mari.

It just feels unfair that the show seems to act like it's just the only option that Adrien's mom would be understanding about them letting her die/go instead of trying to save her when most of them would have no reason to understand or believe the weight of the wish would be THAT bad.

and if Gabe's plan was always to switch with the mom (similar to how Nathalie was healed but he was gone) ...would the mom know and be worried because she wanted Gabe to be, okay?

Like I wish there was a bit more nuance we were shown...like was she reckless in using it...whether through genuine good or selfish intentions but not bad? what about how she was also super protective of Adrien...like its not just Gabe who made Adrien homeschool...it was the mom...and Adrien was more or less fine with it still his mom disappeared and he was struck with his grieving dad who was NOT taking it well and who (WE know) was probably trying to find way to fix the mom and putting Adrien second to try to fix her faster for Adrien's sake...forgetting Adrien couldn't be that understanding since to Adrien his mom disappeared while Gabe at least knew she was alive and Adrien didn't know his dad was taking care of his mom.

Was she a little vain or shallow? at all dramatic like Adrien? would she sneak out at times? Was the mom at all paranoid or overprotective about Adrien? Was she overly affectionate hence why Adrien might struggle with certain personal space issues at times?

Its just..Gabe has the energy of someone who kind of had to pick up being hawkmoth out of necessity like Mari did to help save Paris(or alya Infront of her)...only for him his Paris was Emelie...also according to how Gabe responded to Chat in Simon says...did she put Gabe in his place? get annoyed at him or think that Gabe was too reckless with himself like how Mari at times can be confident and not realize the danger she puts herself in?

We know the mom was adventurous and directly was part of that expedition to find the miraculous with Gabe and Nathalie and that they liked to travel often. We also know as much as Gabe loves his wife....he isn't a big fan of her sister even if Adrien and Felix would hang out more often before.

I mean...Emelie doesn't have to be evil or anything, but I would like a bit more nuance to her...

Honestly, I half wonder if Emelie had actually made a wish before and that's why she wants Gabe to give up.

What if Gabe had actually been the one to suffer the consequences of the peacock before and Emelie had been the Hawkmoth...only to succeed and change things so SHE used it instead so Gabe would live in her place...trying to stop him from burning himself out with those videos.

Also...people give Gabe flack for not going back in time to stop Emilie from using the peacock...but if she did that...wouldn't that have stopped Felix, Kagami and especially Adrien his own son from existing?

Like its the easiest route to fix Emilie but it could risk the existence of their kid so is it really the most obvious choice that Gabe failing to see means he's just too far gone that the show is trying to pretend it was?

Also has anyone heard the Theory that Emilie and Amelie were also sentibeings as well?

or that Adrien is based on them losing a kid together? or him being half a sentibeing?

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Also....if they were going to save Nathalie with Gabe dying....Why not just have Gabe trade himself for his wife anyway? why can't both Nathalie and Emelie be saved?

like morally I think Gabe thinking it would be better if Adrien had emelie instead of Gabe could be interesting since she seems better at emotions and was the more emotion focused parent...but that could also show the flaw of when you focus on your 'role' of what your good at and forget to practice the other aspects of parenting...relying on the other person for the other aspects instead of you both equalizing it out? would Adrien agree? or be devastated his dad felt it would have been preferable if Gabe died instead of Emilie?

also...why not just have them offer the guardians to help save Emelie? show that the wish isn't necessary and get experts in who can help combined with science since she technically isn't dead?

also... what if that's a decoy and the real Emelie is somewhere else?

I'm just saying them finding those videos all the way in season 5 after THIS long just saying Gabe should let Emilie go feels pretty convenient.

Also...what happens if Adrien finds out the truth and uses a wish to bring both of his parents back but at the cost of himself?

Would potentially Amelie pretend to be Emilie and make the videos? similar to felix?

Or get desperate to save her sister now that she knows she was in trouble/in a coma?

Also...I get Adrien tends to be the 'move forward type when you can't change anything' and he was probably just trying to be calmer and accept things to contrast how his dad was stuck and how Adrien pieced together his mom was sick and her 'disappearing' was probably his mom running away to die where her family couldn't see her since they had tried to keep it from Adrien...and that his dad was in denial about it and Adrien came to terms by himself.

but it feels odd they have Adrien be so accepting I guess? like if he was more in denial how would that have affected marinette on the subject? though I get his dad not giving up easily when emilie isn't dead and he has seen her in the pod.

Though imagine if the mom DID come back a the end with the 'missing' excuse as a cover still.

Also... Nathalie basically enabled Gabriel into his death...i wonder how Nathalie would feel about that now or about Emelie after the taps...like I haven't forgotten the guy almost gave up being hawkmoth but Nathalie encouraged him to continue!

#miraculous ladybug #ladybug #adrien #chat noir #marinette #hawkmoth #adrien agreste #kagami #gabriel #gabriel agrest #gabriel agreste #emilie agreste #peacock #baby #sentibeing #sentimonster

[deceasedream69]

The new comission member

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Even tho, Five and I weren't siblings, I can confirm we're closer than most of his siblings. Which was what led them to always be bothering us like we're little teens in love, we may look like teens, but we're not, and we, specially, aren't in love.

But our relationship started to change when we found ourselves in 1963. The pression was higher, the fighting, among all of us, was constant, it was everything too much, that's why I decided I needed some air.

I took a cig out while I walked in front of all the, now closing, stores around the city. It was around 5, the sun was still out, but it was to be soon replaced by the moon, just a few more minutes. A lot of people were walking around at that time, I wasn't so far from home, that's why I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings.

-"hi!", said a girl with short brown hair in front of me, extending her arms for a hug. I was sure there was someone behind me she was expecting to hold, so I put my head down and continued walking, trying to walk around her.

-"don't be rude, tiffany!", she said grabbing my arm and hugging me by surprise. "it's not nice", her voice sounded like a cartoon, like when you talk to a baby. I soon felt my eyelids fall and my body go numb, I couldn't remember anything after that.

Five's pov

I can't believe she just abandoned me, I'm just trying to fix everything around here. Been doing this for years without resting one day. Maybe I just need to lay down for a bit... no, no time for that.

Y/n's pov

I wake up, tied up obviously. There's no one there in the room with me, it's pretty dark, it was already night time. I don't think any of my moron "siblings", even if they aren't my siblings, are going to notice my disappearance, I'll have to find a way out by myself.

No one else comes into the room for the rest of the night.

Five's pov

Coffee here sucks, but I don't have time to be picky either. I need to work on a way to get a briefcase from the comission. Going back is not an option, maybe the handler is up to a deal today, but first I need to find my partner in those types of missions, where the hell is she?

I checked the entire house and she wasn't there, there was no other place to go for the night, she didn't have money for a hotel... I'm trying to think positive here, I don't see why she wouldn't be okay now.

Y/n's pov

A cold bucket of water is dropped on me to wake me up, that's when I also felt the neckpain of sleeping while sitting. I gasped for some air before focusing on the people in front of me, two ladies, the girl from yesterday... and of course, the handler.

-"Well, well, well. Look who's awake, very good Lila. Now what we prepared"

Her name's Lila, probably my replacement. She nodded and left the room for a bit.

-"You and your partner are not where you belong, alongside with your... very curious pack of siblings"

I just stood silent, not even making eye contact, even if those aren't my siblings. I despise this woman.

-"Not speaking, huh? We'll see what we can do about that", and with that she grabbed me by my chin to make me look at her, tho, it was useless, she was wearing sunglasses, both of them were, very clever.

But having here so close, I couldn't miss my chance, I kicked her as hard as I could, she fell, and her sunglasses too. But she quickly covered hey eyes with her hand. I spotted the sunglasses and crashed them with my boot.

She clicked her tongue.

-"now, that was my mistake", she laughed. "You, as always, are a pain in the ass". And with that Lila joined us again.

-"Mom, are you okay?", she ran next to the handler.

Mom? I thought. She must be stolen.

-"yes, yes, I just don't have my glasses anymore, don't take your off", she stopped her from giving her the other pair, she stood up and got another pair from inside her dress. "you really think you're so smart, don't worry darling, the sooner you start to obey us, the sooner you'll be it"

Five's pov

Luther and Diego are completely useless, they even got Elliot dead at this point. I running out of time, patience and still y/n hasn't come back yet, so add that one to my list of worries. I gotta find her.

Y/n's pov

Lila took out a mirror after some cables were connected to the chair I was sitting on.

-"you know what we want"

-"I'm not falling into the comission's hands again"

-"suit yourself", and with that she pushed a little button that made my entire body feel the electricity coming from the cables they connected. It just lasted a few seconds, but it hurted like hell.

-"you don't have to make this hard for yourself, darling"

Five's pov

I don't even know where to begin. Well, I know she went out for a walk yesterday, but these streets seem very peaceful. I walked the line of stores she probably walked yesterday while inspecting every single person and store. But there wasn't anything unusual. Until I got to the butchery. I just had a gut feeling.

Y/n's pov

I couldn't take it anymore, it was either a shock or getting punched by Lila. I was a mess, I'm starving and I don't know how longer am I gonna stay conscious.

-"Fine...", I whispered.

Lila quickly took the mirror againg, lifting it right at my face. I coughed a few times before focusing. My eyes started to glow.

-"what should I say?"

-"I heard a rumor you obeyed the handler's orders"

I repeated what she said, I don't remember anything after that.

Five's pov

There's no butcher in town now, but there's no y/n either. Where could she possibly go. I don't think she'll just leave us... forever... not me at least... or so I hope.

I came back to the house, I needed to check on my siblings. I entered the house, everything was suspiciously quiet. That's when I noticed a trail of blood that lead upstairs.

-"Diego?" I rushed to check on him, but it was just a doll with a wig. I knew something was really off.

That's when he came out of nowhere. He tried to shot me but I quickly teleported behind him, grabbing him by the throat and making him drop the gun. He was wearing a mask, probably one of Diego's friends. Heturned around and tried to punch me but I grabbed his arm. Teleporting behind him and kicking him to the ground, then pulling his hair and putting a knife to his throat.

-"What do you want from me?"

He didn't say a word. Lifting his hands in surrender, but I had to be cautious.

-"why are you here?"

He grabbed my arm and flipped us, pushing me away from him and making me drop the knife. He kicked me and I fell on a table, he grabbed me from my throat and took his mask off.

-"I heard a ru-", I quickly punched her and she backed away.

-"y/n?!"

She didn't say anything, she ran to me. Jumping and tangling her legs on my shoulders, making us turn, she dropped me to the floor. She grabbed my arm and twisted it, making me scream in pain.

-"Y/n! stop!"

She didn't listen to me, it was like she was possesed. I teleported and hit her on the head, she fell and for a brief second I could saw in her eyes the real y/n. So I hit her again, this time harder.

She fell, she wasn't moving anymore.

-"hope you enjoyed fighting against my new agent"

-"She lost"

-"did she?"

I started to feel a tingling sensation across my body. I blinked a few times and that's when I felt the needle still in my arm.

-"you son of a-"

Handler's pov

I finally got the loving birds together, now I just had to wait for them to wake up to continue with my plan. Those two plus Lila, the comission was going to be unstoppable.

#five imagine #five x reader #umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy fanfic #umbrella academy five #tua x reader #tua fanfic #tua #tua five #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreeves imagine #five headcanons #five hargreeves fic #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five hargreaves x reader

[nspwriteups]

His Idol - Arulmozhi x Vanathi fic

A/N: my Vanathi spends a lot of time in her dreamworld and my Arulmozhi is a student at Vanthiyathevan's school of flirting😂

@thatacademic got me so excited I just had to write and post this as soon as got the idea

Inspired from 'Temple' fic by @rang-lo🖤

Everyone gathered at the sanctum of the Durgai temple were immersed in thoughts of devotion to Goddess Kali, welfare of the kingdom or praying for their loved ones. Well, everyone except Vanathi. Try as she might,she was not able to concentrate on praying to Kali Amma for not more than a few minutes. How can she when she is painfully aware of the presence of her yaanai paagan right behind her - the person who has stolen her heart and her mind and is refusing to give it back.She was not able to take her eyes off him when they were walking side by side on the streets greeting the people, when they were travelling on the elephant and certainly not now when they are standing so close that she was sure if she were to move he would notice.

But will he? He only smiled at her when they locked eyes at earlier times, he was pretty much oblivious to her gazing at him at other times. As much as he was oblivious to Kundavai's other companions desperately trying to seek his attention. Surely he would be praying to Kali Amma now, with his eyes closed and wouldn't even notice her looking at him one more time?

Emboldened by her own convictions, Vanathi scanned the crowd, majority of them had their eyes closed, others had their gaze trained upon the Goddess statue, lips silently chanting prayers.The pandit was loudly chanting hymns and doing aarti. Slowly she turned her head, very slightly that it cannot even be called a movement. Her eyes first landed on her Ilavarase's elbows, slowly trailing up to see his forearms, golden bangles, palms folded together, his face, his....eyes...opened and focused....on her.

This was the least she expected to happen so she found it almost impossible to break eye contact with him. He looked at her fondly with a small smile etched on his lips. She found herself returning the smile and slowly turned back, praying for the crowd to disperse already so she can run back to her chambers and melt in embarrassment.

The aarti was completed and now the pandit was handing out the prasad. Still, Vanathi could feel a pair of eyes at her back and looking back she wondered how long he had been gazing at her.

"Ponniyin Selvare, what are you doing?" She couldn't help but whisper

"Looking at my idol" he whispered back

"But the idol of Kali is over there"

"My idol is right here, next to me"

Her eyes widened at the remark, glancing at her yaanai paagan who was now grinning at her. Such honeyed words..where did he learn to talk like that?

"Ilavarase, when did you become such a tease?"

He tried to suppress his laughter, disguising it as a cough " You can thank Vanthiyathevan for it"

Of course, she should have guessed it. The Vana Clan prince and the Chola prince has been thick as thieves ever since their first meeting, so of course Vanthiyathevan would impart his expert knowledge to his newfound friend.

They remained quiet for some time.

"Vanathi" her heart skipped a beat when she heard her given name being uttered with so much care. " Can we meet after this? In the garden? Preferably without my Akka hovering over us and analysing our each word and reaction?"

She took a sharp intake of breath. A secret rendezvous? Behind Akka's back? How intriguing!

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her uyir thozi glancing at their direction. It was like Kundavai could sense they were talking about her. How was she going to evade her smart Akka? What would distract her? Or better yet who?

Vallavaraiyan Vanthiyathevan. Yes, who else is more qualified to distract her Akka than the charming and loyal prince who has already won Kundavai's heart with his " uyir ungalodayathu Devi" .

'Kamsa Mama' Vanathi thought 'You have to do one more favour for this Maya Kannan'

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@vibishalakshman @hollogramhallucination @kovaipaavai @willkatfanfromasia. @thegleamingmoon @deafeningflowercat @thelekhikawrites @dumdaradumdaradum @whippersnappersbookworm @yehsahihai @theperfectidiot20 @itsfookingloosah Would love to hear your opinions 🥰

#ponniyin selvan #aditha karikalan #vanathi #arulmozhi #kundavai #ponniyin selvan 2 #nandini #vanthiyathevan #arulmozhi varman #Vanmozhi

[rreskk]

can u make trevor choke and pound the slutty reader while they get it on thx bbg

Okay, wifey :3

Summary: Trevor doesn't know how to control himself around you.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 2003

“Here’s your receipt.” The cashier loaded your bags full of groceries and smiled.

Trevor was snuggled behind you. He had his hands fiddling with the hem of your T-shirt as you thanked the worker. His fingers lingered from the hem to your bare back, smirking when you had shuddered at the sudden physical contact. What looked innocent, you knew his devilish intensions and quickly scrambled from the grocery store. He followed closely behind.

“Let me take one.” He protested and snatched a bag from your hand. He took the heavier one and threw it over his shoulder effortlessly.

“You’re extremely clingy.” You huffed at the audacity he had to try and touch you within public area.

“Mmm, maybe. Why can’t I touch you?”

“In front of the poor woman while she was scanning our food.”

“I see no problem with that,” Trevor grinned, “You wore the right shirt today… Tight. It’s sexy.”

You rolled your eyes and began putting the bags at the back of his truck. The bag he carried was thrown carelessly as he cluttered with the rest. He then leaned against the side, watching you load the rest with precision. He always liked how careful you were, it complimented his chaos.

“Did you really have to buy 3 whole boxes of beer?” You’d ask when making eye contact with him, but of course he was looking at something completely different.

“Yes, it’s essential.” His eyes fixated on your chest. There was no thought, just pure daydream.

“There’s 12 bottles in 1 pack.”

“Yeah? I paid with my cash, sugar, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“I’m not complai – “ You randomly gasped when you’ve noticed Trevor’s hands eruptively crawling up your shirt and toying with your breasts. He smirked down at you. You had grabbed his wrists and whispered –

“We are in a public car-park, Trevor…”

“I don’t give a shit, babe. Car-park, graveyard, motel, the streets; you’re my girl, I can touch whatever I want…” He lowered his head and whispered against your ear, “And people who watch are perverts. Not my fault.”

“I- I know but – “ You tried to reason but fell into an a trance when he had trespassed into your bra, rubbing his palm raw against your tits, squeezing them with no concerns about the people driving by.

Being stood there, using his truck for stability as he was inches away from you. The hands of his tormented soul was routing under your shirt and it was very obvious, he didn’t bother hiding what he was doing. Nevertheless, Trevor was biting his lip when using your breasts as a personal stress toy. He was rough, occasionally making you moan softly.

“I fuckin’ love your tits… They fit into my hands perfectly. God, they were made for me, sugar.” He giggled and decided to lift your shirt up to free the full size of your chest.

You’ve made brief eye-contact with some passers. As you’d expect, they were disgusted at your public intimacy. However, when you were going to raise your concern, he had slammed you against the trunk, falling beside the grocery.

You grunted – “Fuck.”

Trevor crawled over you, ignoring the groceries that were now shoved into the corner to make more space for you. His whole truck shuffled at your weights together but it didn’t distract him. Your shirt was immediately ripped off, your bra being stolen as well. You were lied on your bare back of his trunk, squirming when his hands remained tightly around your breasts. Trevor was squeezing them so viciously, yet lovingly. He had sat on your lower stomach and grin when you grew flustered.

“You look hot like this…” His eyes falling from your face to your boobs that he’s mangling.

“B-But – “

“But, but? What?” He cruelly smirked, beginning to kiss around your chest.

“People might watch,” You struggled to speak as moans replaced your attempts, “They’ll look and – “

“Oh yeah? They can watch me fuck my beautiful lady… So what? Just focus on me, sugar, I’m the only person you need to look at. Fuck everyone else, yeah?”

You nodded. Your hands were soon pinned above your head as he scattered purple hickeys across your chest and stomach. His tongue was fatally wounding you amazingly. You’d moan his name softly and stare at the sky ahead of you. It was blue, clear, cloudless. The sun was beaming bright as it glowed it’s sunbeam across your naked torso. It made your sore breasts look red and maimed, thanks to Trevor and his sinful hands.

“It doesn’t matter who watches us, [y/n]” He murmured against your skin, “I’m just a guy loving his woman. My gorgeous lady with massive tits, fuckkk… I can’t get enough of them…” He slapped your left breast with a smirk and kissed your cheek.

“Ah!” You moaned when he striked.

“Lift your legs up.”

You whined when your legs were thrown around his shoulders. Trevor was on his knees, grinning when your hips were pressed against his groin during this position.

“Perfect… Keep looking at me, don’t look anywhere but my eyes.”

“Shit, Trevor.” You were vulnerable, small; he was dominant, smug. He giggled at your small whimpers before dangling your trousers and panties around your thighs, exposing your cunt.

“Mmmm, there she is!” He praised the sight of you. The preference of a good bush with a soaked pussy that yearned for him… Trevor was ecstatic, a truth heaven on a plate.

“Oh, fuck,” He had unzipped his flies and ruggedly snaked out his cock that stroked your entrance with a slight tease, it made you whimper – “Oh! Oh, my God…”

He carried on tracing the tip of his cock around your pussy before thrusting his hips against yours. Due to your legs being sprawled around his shoulders, there was more access to your G-spot. You both groaned as the intimacy grew physically sensual. Trevor grinded his way in and out, hands groping your thighs to keep your legs steady around him.

“Trevor!” You didn’t care about the public audience now. People who were supposedly shopping were stood in shock, watching you two fuck on the trunk of his red Bhodi. They were even more disturbed as Trevor had left your chest burning red with slap marks and Godly hickeys.

“Fuck, you feel too good.”

The sky turned from clear blue to static stars that altered your vision. He continued to dig his dick into your pussy with the extra remedy of his whiny moans.

“[y/n], fuck me! You’re so tighttt!” He exaggerated with euphemism. Trevor repositioned himself, leaning on the tip of his knees and hovering over your naked body. He made sure your legs remained tucked around his head before the pace increased. He was using his lower body to sloppily slap his erection into finding your G-spot.

You had trouble being verbal since the pleasure was too divine. Your mouth was open and eyes dazedly lost in the sky. He growled when your attention was departed, something he told you not to do – so he grabbed your neck and forced your eyes to fixate on him again.

“Urgh!” A small murmur left the throat that was being choked. You gasped for air and smirked at Trevor who was hammering you with rapid intensity. His teeth was clenched and his angry face, so pure of concentration, staring into yours.

“Yeah, yeah,” He repeatedly lowly, “Mmm, so good.”

The attraction was only growing as people were stopping their cars just to see this. Old people were in disgrace, drivers unable to concentrate on the road and jaws wide open. Unfortunately, there was a couple who had parked right beside Trevor’s truck. They were hesitantly packing their things, refusing to acknowledge you both fucking, yet they caught Trevor’s attention and was met with a dark smirk.

“Ohhh, yeahhh!” He purposely moaned louder, staring at the couple who were mortified, “[y/n], you are so fuckin’ tight… Ohhh!”

They drove off clumsily and Trevor giggled, returning to you and began to choke harder. He weighed his whole body against you, hips clapping and slapping that your pussy squealed around his throbbing cock. His hands grew veins as he choked you, the closeness of your bodies causing friction and rashes, especially when he was rough.

“Trevor!” You cried out again.

Both panting and struggling to hold it together, he was threw your head closer to his, foreheads merging as he grinded and grinded until your cunt was left pulsing and beaten from him. Trevor’s hand moved to your jaw. He squished your cheeks together and watched you struggle to breathe. He grinned and kissed your lips, being your only supply of oxygen; using his own oxygen, forcing you to rely on ONLY him.

The beer bottles he had brought had fallen out of the trunk as a result of the shaking vehicle. It smashed on the ground, the fluids spilling around the trucks tires. Trevor groaned before choking you against the floor of his trunk again. He thrusted even faster, ignoring the sweat that trickled down his forehead. He grew irritated about the waste of beer until he glanced at you again, smirking.

“Whoopsies…” His cheeky giggle turning into heavy moans.

“Fuck, Trevor!”

“Oh, yeah… Yeah, c’mon – fuck, fuck!” Trevor whined as he slowly came to a near climax. He stopped choking you and began toying with your tits for support. His eyes squeezed closed and one last thrust later, he ejaculated –

“SHIIIIT!”

You whimpered when the unload of his semen was buried deep within your cunt. His dick continued to torment as he fucked through the orgasm. He was gasping for air, clearly heavily indulged. So much so that your legs fell from his shoulders and clamped his waist, pulling him closer. Trevor took the hint and slammed his hips against yours. The cum he had infested inside you made the sensation overwhelming.

“Trevor, please!” You were begging for more disclosure, “Oh God… I’m gonna – “

He growled animalistically and rocked into your shaky frame. Your tits were blazing. His palms were smothering your nipples and groping the boobs into flaring red-hot. There was drool seeping from his mouth as you were moaning his name repeatedly.

“TREVOR!”

There was a subtle moment of pure exhaustion when you came to your orgasm. He yelped in heavenly cries, his dick being smothered with your heated cum. Trevor had left and dismounted from your tits until he was tilting his head back, the Adams-apple visible and shaking with anticipation. There was sweat trickling down his jaw and neck. It dampened the collar of his white T-shirt.

“Oh my God…” You whispered and cuddled your stomach after the exposure of your affections. Trevor stumbled back and jumped to the cobbled floor, accidentally standing in the broken glass of his beer bottles.

He winced but didn’t seem to care. His hands zipped his flies back up before giving you a small grin.

“Hey, sexy.”

You gulped and began dressing yourself when he looked around. There were people watching still, and he scowled.

“The fuck do you want!” The aggression had made them scatter and returned to their business. He rolled his eyes and helped you crawl from his trunk. The groceries were fallen out of bags and some were squashed. You didn’t know whether to be mad or not.

“The food.” You just pointed out with a numb finger.

Trevor grumbled – “Eh, whatever… Hey, sugar,” He kissed your cheek, “Wait in the truck, I gotta pay more beer.”

“Trevor – “

“I’ll be quick!” He winked and stomped towards the store again. You had cursed to yourself. The majority of people in there had saw him passionately fuck you… If anyone said anything, he’d come out with some beers and a dead body.

You quickly seated in the passengers seat and waited. Your neck was covered with the memory of his lips and tongue. You couldn’t help but blush.

Maybe you did have a secret desire for public sex.

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[love-strawberry]

crestfallen on the landing

summary : he was really grateful that she didn't ask anything of him, but one day, she finally does.

pairing : kaz brekker x reader

warnings : language, angst

author's note : HIIIIIIII!! im so fucking sorry everyone for being so inactive on updating here, i really am. but im here now!! i'll try my best to be on here more regularly :'),,, so kaz might be a bit ooc here and this is pure angst okay?? let me know if u want a part ii,, love u a sm <3 requests are open!!!

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y/n y/l/n had her fair share of regrets in her life.

she had made mistakes—some of which she could never come back from but in the end, if someone were to ask her if she was happy, she wouldn't have thought twice about saying yes.

she hadn't had the perfect life, but in the rundown building, full of life with her closest friends—family was a better word; she knew that it wouldn't get better than this.

but then kaz came along.

it wasn't as if he wasn't there before—he was, but he was just kaz then. kaz brekker, bastard of the barrel, dirtyhands, owner of the crow club, leader of the dregs—an asshole to the ones close to him.

but now, he was kaz.

the love of her life, the man who could talk hours on the hand about the most complex and near impossible heist and she would consider it music. the man whom she had loved more than she had ever loved anything, the one who made the dark alleys of the barrel seem like her home and it was.

her home was wherever he was.

he made the small rundown building with a crooked structure and broken staircase feel like home. just like he made the four walls of his office appear like a paradise to her.

their relationship hadn't really been a surprise to the crows, but still, it was a pretty big deal. curses were thrown around, people were threatened and money was made but the crows had never been happier with these two.

their relationship at first was stolen glances, half quirked lips, small nods and feather like touches on the shoulders. it was searching of the other's eye in a room full of people and it was staying awake till three in the morning, waiting for your other half to come back from a job.

then, it was calm. it was catching your lover's eyes from across the room and feeling your heartbeat slow down. it was looking over your shoulder and knowing that they had your back. it was finding your favourite coffee on the dining table in the morning when you woke up late and it was having your favourite thing for lunch at your desk without asking.

and now, y/n hoped it would be eyes that spoke a thousand words, meaningful glances and a lifelong aggreement on the roof where they had first met.

she hoped it would a lifetime of happiness.

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if there was one thing kaz brekker liked about y/n y/l/n, it was that she never asked anything of him.

she never complained about lack of physical contact, she never disagreed with him on the topic of his job and she never asked him to push more than he could.

she understood and he swore that for a moment, he believed that he could love her.

never in a million years to come, he would've been able to guess that he'd have someone. someone he could truly call his own.

in his mind, his relationship was pretty simple. it wasn't kisses in the dark and hands on her waist, it was small whispers in the alleys before a job and it was the slight touch of his gloves on her hands before he went off on a job.

they were great together, kaz knew that much. and they didn't really have problems in their relationship except for the occasional fight about changing the wallpaper in his office and decorating the slat—something both jesper and nina backed her up on.

which is why, he was surprised when she asked him to meet her on the rooftop where they had first met.

and he was even more surprised to see her sitting with her back to the railing, fiddling with her fingers and tapping her foot rhythmically.

"y/n?" kaz called out, his voice a rasp from the december cold. he was wearing his usual attire but regretted not wearing more layers when y/n told him to.

"kaz—hi!" y/n stood up from her place on the ground swiftly and made her way to where he was standing near the exit with her satchel clutched tightly in her hands.

"you wanted to meet me here?" kaz questioned, trying his absolute best not to let his voice come out all cold and demanding but he knew that y/n wouldn't make anything if it.

"oh, yes—" y/n trailed away and for a moment, kaz thought he saw panic and fear in her eyes but she quickly turned away and kaz decided that it was just a trick of the moonlight. "—one second, it's here. please, saints, don't tell me i forgot it—"

kaz watched her with slightly upturned lips as she looked through her satchel and shook his head to remain more serious.

"what is it?"

"have patience, i almost found it."

"found wha—"

his voice trailed away as y/n sighed with relief and turned to him with something in her hand and kaz almost wished that the moon was tricking him and that it was just a play of light.

"it's a ring?" kaz swallowed as he felt the world grew hot and held his cane a bit tighter.

"it's an antique ring," y/n corrected.

"and—" kaz struggled to say the next words, praying to all the saints that inej believed in that she would just say that she had brought it to show it to him. that's all. "—why do you have it?"

y/n's smile had faded a bit but she she shook her head, smiling more brightly than she was before and held out her hand, a good few inches away from kaz, holding the ring up so that he could see it.

"it's—uh," y/n spoke in a whisper, her eyes flickering across kaz's face in uncertainty, "it's for you."

kaz sucked in a sharp breath and looked down. when he looked up, there was not trace of a smile on y/n's face.

"i—" kaz stopped as he tried to string sentences together in his mind in a way that sounded the least harsh, "don't know what to say."

"you and not knowing what to say?" y/n laughed sadly and kaz wanted nothing more than to take back what had already escaped his mouth and make it right. "i mean—deep down i knew this was a possibility but i—i ruled it out. my mistake, right there."

"y/n—" kaz started but she help you her hand and he grew quiet.

"why—i mean, i know that we're still young but we're almost in our late twenties and i know that our lifestyle is not ideal for having a life full of domesticity but we don't have to do that—" y/n spoke rapidly, sounding like it hurt to speak, "—we can be kaz and y/n, stealing from the rich and living in the slat. why, kaz? why?"

kaz brekker didn't have a reason.

he didn't have a reason as to why he couldn't say yes to her. he didn't have a have a reason why it was so hard for him to finally accept something good and something pure and not tainted in life.

but because he was kaz brekker, he always had to get in the last world but this time, he almost wished saints cut his tongue cause nothing would ever make him forget the look on her face as he spoke.

"because in order to marry someone, you actually have to love them. we don't have that."

it had been a blur after that. there was a door slammed and he could practically hear inej sharping her knives to kill him. it had started raining but kaz took no notice.

guilt blossomed in his chest, regret was wrapping like poison ivy around him and cutting off his breath till he was was choking in the blood of the love that he may had killed.

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for y/n, it had been months since she was not able to tell the difference between the rain and her tears.

she made her way threw the narrow alleys, her dagger out and positioned in her hand like it was meant to kill and on a night like this, it was.

she quickly reached the slat and made her way up the stairs to her room, just wanting to lay in bed and add another regret to her list.

she had just finished changing from her wet clothes when a knock sounded at the door—a rhythmic pattern that she herself had taught the sharpshooter.

"jes, i really don't wanna talk right now," y/n called out weakly, her voice giving out halfway between and she cursed as she knew that he would definitely come in now. "just—close the door."

"hey," jesper peeked out from behind the door, taking in her tear stained cheeks and frowned. "what happened?"

"uh—i," y/n's voiced cracked and jesper instantly took a seat beside her on her bed and placed a hand on her should, "i messed it all up."

"don't say that," jesper protested as he wiped her tears. "no, whatever happened, we'll figure it out. what did he say?"

"he didn't have to say anything for me to know that it was 'no' from him," y/n said as she sniffled, the ring feeling so heavy in her pocket. "it's about what he said after."

"oh no, what'd he say?" jesper's face dropped and y/n almost wanted to smile at how horror struck he looked.

"he said that in order for people to marry, they have to love eachother and him and i don't have that," y/n said and her eyes instantly started to sting as his voice played on a loop over and over again in her head.

"okay, wow," jesper scoffed as he looked away. "i—i cannot be—"

his voice muffled after that as y/n pulled out the ring from her pocket and stared at the initials she had gotten engraved. a small 'k' for kaz and a crow next to it.

she looked over it in her hand and wondered that if that ring was so ugly that it made kaz say no.

"—and to say that—"

"is the ring ugly?" y/n interrupted jesper from his rant as she shoved the ring in his face.

"...what?"

"the ring. is it ugly?" y/n repeated slowly.

"uh—no, it's not," jesper spoke, although a bit confused.

"am i ugly?"

"what?! no, of course not, y/n/n," jesper said seriously, looking at her through crazed eyes. "what made you think that?"

"is there something wrong with me then?" y/n ignored his questions, her head running wild.

"no! no. no, listen to me," jesper started as took the ring out of her hand and placed it on her bedside table, "there's nothing wrong with you. you're perfect and anyone would so lucky to have you. kaz is an idiot who doesn't know what's in front of him and i'm telling you, he's gonna regret it—letting you go, that is.

"now, chin up and get some rest," jesper finished with a soothing smile as he stood up. "saints know you need."

"i'll tell the others in the morning," y/n nodded, moving the stacks of papers on her bed to the floor, "yeah, that sounds good."

"okay," jesper agreed, "but don't feel compelled to do so, alright? tell everyone else on your own accord."

"i will," y/n smiled at her friend gratefully before getting up and hugging him. "thank you, jes. i honestly don't know what i would do without you."

"you won't have to ever find out," jesper said, hugging her just as tightly, "i promise. i'll be here, forever and a day after that."

y/n couldn't say anything but with the way she hugged him with everything in her and whispered a 'thank you', she knew that jesper understood everything she wanted to say.

the two parted for the night and y/n returned to her bed, and stared at the ring in silence.

a moment passed and then another one and before she could stare any longer, she quickly placed the ring in one of the many drawers and turned off the lamp.

sighing heavily, she stared at the ceiling and before she even knew, she was clutching her stomach, and her hand was on her mouth, muffling the heart shattering sobs that slipped out like red wine and tainted her pillow.

her whole body shook as she drew in shaking breathes—or at least tried to. before she could even inhale properly, another sob made its way out of her chest and it hurt all over again.

she felt the pain in her chest, in the stomach and in her head. it was excruciating and painful and the worst of it all was that she believed that it was fine.

it was fine because that was how she had expected it be—loving kaz.

she knew that she'd never have the that love that nina and matthias had or jesper and wylan and she was fine with it.

she had always thought that in that end, it'd be silencing screams and painful words and barbed wired voices. but she never would've thought that it'd be a muted decison, ragged breaths and silences that felt deafening.

as she drew in another shaky breath, she swore that for a moment, she wondered if this was what the poets meant by death by a broken heart.

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[midn310]

Make it hurt

Thomas Hewitt x reader

*edited english version*

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It was a hot Saturday afternoon

The 3:00 pm sun was shining brightly, but occasionally the bright light was mercifully blocked by dark, dense clouds. It would rain soon.

Thomas was in charge of cleaning out the Hewitts' neglected old barn. Just one of the many tasks the family gave him to burden him. Luda Mae was back for her shift at the decrepit gas station, Hoyt was probably driving his stolen cruiser around, intimidating unsuspecting teenagers. And Monty was watching reruns of soap operas, as usual.

You were on the porch, brooding in thought as you shamelessly watched Thomas work. But you couldn't look away.

His toned muscles glistened with sweat and grime, his torso, bare to withstand the Texan heat, rising and falling rapidly as he heaved from the exertion. You watched him, his massive, massive body supporting the weight of a giant tire, which then dropped into the rubble pile with a loud thud. The mere thought of Thomas made your body tingle.

You mentally beat yourself up

Do you remember: Thomas and you are enemies

Ever since that day you first met the Hewitts, when they slaughtered your "friends" (who were more like idiotic traveling companions). You, unlike your peers, took advantage of your good manners early on, managing to ingratiate yourself with Luda Mae and sparing your life.

But then there was Thomas.

It was he who first caught your eye while visiting the station.

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You were holding a basket with some produce in it, fanning yourself with your other hand in a fruitless attempt to relieve the heat. Luda Mae watched intently as your rowdy colleagues carelessly grabbed a few items from the sparse shelves. The commotion in the shop seemed to bother the old lady, who regarded them with disdain.

You, a shy and polite young woman, greeted the woman with a sweet smile and placed the remaining items on the counter. Ears burning with embarrassment.

"Sorry about the mess ma'am, I swear we'll clean it up before we leave."

"Are these your friends?" She asked sniffing at the young people at the back of the store.

You considered the question for a few seconds. "No, just college buddies. I needed a ride to Louisiana to do some research work."

She stared at you for a long time. Shit, you struggled to maintain eye contact. She had that strict mother vibe, the look over her round glasses almost made you cringe.

"Well, I'm kind of paying for the ride, so it's not exactly a ride."

She looked at you for a few more seconds and smiled "Well, that explains how a nice young lady like you ended up here with these...children".

"E-er. Yes. Well, where's my education, my name is y/n."

"Luda Mae." She greeted with a grandmotherly smile.

"Ah, sorry to bother you again, but do you have mineral water?"

"Oh yes. We're restocking. I'll have my son bring them over.

"Fine, thanks." You smiled.

"Tommy, dear, bring the crates from the warehouse."

A few moments of silence passed before you heard a distant thump.

Footsteps echoed like an earthquake through the room, and from the back room, a huge man in a stained dress shirt and apron emerged with packages piled high in his strong arms.

Jesus Christ.

The man was built like a tractor.

Luda Mae referred to him as a child, but there was nothing childish about his composition.

You stared at him mesmerized. His unruly dark curls surrounded his strong, masculine face and fell over his massive shoulders. Until he turned to his mother. So you saw it.

There was a dark, thick mask that covered the lower part of his face. It piqued his curiosity and somehow made his figure more attractive and mysterious.

"This here is my son Thomas, he's a sweetheart, he's not very talkative, but he can take care of you just fine anyway. Thomas take care of the lady and her….friends. I need to make a call to your uncle" . She said casting one last look at you.

Your mouth was dry. The man unloaded the merchandise onto the counter, then turned to you, waiting. A few moments passed as you unconsciously studied his face, until he narrowed those blue eyes at you. You chastised yourself for the invasive action and pulled yourself together.

"Oh yes, it's nice to meet you Thomas." You stared at the linoleum floor in embarrassment. He must have misinterpreted your curiosity. You were stuck with his lack of reaction and his intimidating aura.

Yes, a love, for sure.

"I just need one of those mineral water packs…..please," you added nervously.

At a practiced pace, Thomas reached for one of the packages and cradled it for you. The rumble of your colleagues' voices ceased for a moment, until you turned and noticed their glances and whispers directed at the brute of a man at the register.

Thomas seemed to be purposely ignoring them in favor of finishing serving you as soon as possible so you could leave the store soon. But soon one of them, John, spoke up:

"Hey man, what's wrong with your face?"

Shit.

"Is this thing to cover your giant nose or something?" Said another with a shit-eating grin. His girlfriend let out a nasal laugh.

Thomas stiffened but remained silent.

"Come on, you think you're too good to talk to us?"

Crushing silence took over the place.

Thomas had his head down, trying to calmly organize the rest of his shopping into bags.

"Animal". John finished

Thomas clenched his fists. He was holding back, you saw, the fury in his red face obscured by his unruly hair. It was better to step in before something happened.

"Can you stop? What's your problem?"

"Oh come on kitten." John looped his arm around your shoulders. "Don't tell me you're going to side with that thing over us. We're partners, aren't we?" You shuddered with revulsion.

You looked at Thomas wordlessly, he looked into your startled eyes, before lowering his head again.

You were about to answer when someone interrupted.

"Well, what do we have here?"

It was a sheriff, the name "Hoyt" written on his name tag. His smile was sallow and forced as he assessed the young people in front of him.

"Who does that car parked outside belong to?"

"It's mine". Evan spoke up.

"We're taking a college trip, sheriff." Completed John

"Ah, so you can explain that to me." He held out a small package in the air.

"Damn it, Evan." The girl, Cindy, murmured to her boyfriend.

"We don't know how that got in the car, Sheriff." They looked at each other nervously.

"Well, they should know since there's weed all over the damn car." He grunted. "You guys come with me." He sucked his teeth in arrogance.

"Wait, we can't get arrested, yeah....

Hoyt pulled a gun on Evan, interrupting his plea.

"Want me to blow your brains out boy?" Evan shook his head. "Better get going then."

You risked one last guilty look at Thomas before you left, but he was gone. He must have been really upset with you.

You were escorted by Hoyt to your squad car. The discomfort of being crammed into a car like a can of sardines, suffocating you, but no one said a word the entire trip.

But instead of a police station, you were taken to the big house in a deserted area. Hoyt threw you out of the car. Before anyone could protest, the noise of a chainsaw cut through the silence, and suddenly, a tall figure approached the car.

Thomas

The sound of chains cutting through human flesh was disturbing. You watched him brutally murder every one of them. You saw him approaching his helpless figure. And suddenly, darkness.

You remember the dark, dank basement you were kept in for days, you remember recognizing Luda Mae when you were called to join a "family" dinner.

That was it, wasn't it? You were considered part of the family now.

Except for Thomas.

He still had that distrust and recent fondness for you from that day in Luda Mae's little shop.

Speaking of her, another point aroused Thomas' resentment: Luda mentioned how she would like to have a "daughter". So since you were just polite and kind to the family, she saw that role as a perfect fit for you. It didn't help that you were always disciplined and helped Luda with the housework.

A golden girl, she said.

She spoiled you, offered you dresses and treats she got in the store.

Thomas was furious.

How could they believe you so blindly? You were just like those pieces of shit that came with you. The mere mention of his name made him grind his teeth.

Over time you adapted. You learned the family routine and how to communicate with Thomas. You would watch him signing or gesturing to his mother when she asked him something. He had different ways of talking, so you understood.

You tried to approach him several times, but he snubbed you. It was just acting, he thought, you'd hope to gain the family's trust enough to run away and call the police.

You had no right to invade their lives and establish yourself as their preferred daughter. It was his home, his life, his mother.

He hated you, but he couldn't even lay his hands on you like he did the victims he took. The last time he reacted to your gentle advances with rudeness, his mother scolded him and sent him to his room.

What the fuck. He was not a child. He should NOT be treated like a bratty, insolent child. It was your fault.

In the end, you got tired too.

Tired of treating him with kindness and kindness only to be ignored and stepped on. You was tired of getting disapproving looks and snarls when you went out of your way to do something to please him. You got tired of him.

So you matched your behavior to his. Yes, it was childish. But as long as Thomas treated you with disgust and unjust hatred, you would reciprocate in kind.

It became a game between you. You two beings refused to falter around each other and give in to defeat.

Your pride and stubbornness as high as his. Neither of them would back down.

But still, there was something growing, something the two of you denied sharing.

The way Thomas looked fondly at his mother made your heart ache, the diligence he took with his work aroused your admiration, his concern for his family's welfare made you believe he was something more than a brute no compassion. His sassy way when he looked at you defiantly.

But……there was something more carnal as well. A raw and unbridled feeling that built up in you day after day. You stared at his hands and imagined how they would feel on your body, you thought of his huge body on top of your much smaller figure, his cruel and intense blue eyes focused on you with genuine interest. It made your core vibrate.

It was wrong. Outside the terms established between you.

You were upset that, without even trying, Thomas was making you lose.

The only way you've found to ease your thoughts is in your bed at night with your fingers buried in your pussy. It didn't seem like enough, but you'd have to make do. Guilt welled up as your chased your orgasm, trying to think of anything, anything other than Thomas Hewitt, but it was inevitable.

Thomas wasn't any better either. He was confused and outraged by the seething feeling you aroused in him.

He became increasingly interested in your quirks and quirky behaviors. You would be rude to him too, but never the way others have been. The slights from you would never be because of his appearance, he realized.

"Thomas let me out." He pushed you and blocked the door. "I need my things that are in the car, Luda Mae said I could get them." "No". He grunted. "Seriously, Thomas. I'm not running away even if I wanted to. The car won't work since Hoyt screwed it up." He didn't move out of the way. You snorted and suppressed a frustrated cry. The day had been stressful enough, its time of the month had made you more sensitive and emotional. You weren't going to cry, were you?

"Damn, Thomas, you're so…"

He raised his eyebrows daring you to continue. So what? Ugly? A disgusting, scary monster? He wanted you to say, wanted you to get past that barrier so he would have a reason to…

"Irritating". You completed with a sigh. You give up your quest and turn upstairs, leaving Thomas standing in the doorway.

Sometimes he would catch himself looking at you, immediately condemning himself for the act. He would watch your face closely when you were distracted or focused on some task, your pleasant smile directed at someone other than him. He would stare at your tiny little hands getting all over the cutlery during dinner, imagining how they would feel wrapped up in something else…

Fuck. It was too much.

Often he would have to retreat from the same room you were in just to hide his growing erection. Making you imagine it was just a reaction to the revulsion he felt for you, something you were used to, but it still hurt.

Constantly he would have to seclude himself in his room, hand wrapped around his cock, masturbating at a frantic pace until the only thing on his mind was the post-orgasm haze.

In the end, the two of you carried so much guilt around that you couldn't even face each other for days.

You weren't aware of the effect you had on each other. For you Thomas still hated you with a passion, for Thomas you couldn't even bear to spare a look at his face like you did before.

Little did you know that the two lost.

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You took one last peek at Thomas before stepping off the porch, heading straight into the kitchen to pour yourself two glasses of juice.

You left the house, heading towards the barn. You approached him and when you spotted Thomas and considered him for a moment.

His heavy breathing revealed how much the accumulated work of the day had exhausted him. The barn wasn't even partially empty, he wasn't going to be finished anytime soon.

You felt that twinge of pity rising in your chest. Thomas worked like a workhorse and wasn't even recognized for it.

An idea came to you.

Come on y/n, erase that thought, you're like arch enemies. You shouldn't even have come to talk to him in the first plac-

"Here". You understood one of the glasses to Thomas, who turned to you and, with a brief moment of reluctance, accepted your offering.

"It's not poisoned, if that's what you're thinking"

He growled and fixed his eyes on you just in case.

"Come on big guy, don't I get a thank you?"

He snorted again with disdain, then gulped down the cold drink greedily. You greedily watched his Adam's apple bob with every sip he took. A treacherous drop trickled down his chin, leaving a wet trail in its wake.

He was so sweaty. A few damp curls swayed heavily while others clung to his forehead and all over his warm skin. His fingers itched to pull his hair out of his face. Would he let you pull your hair back and tie it up?

Obviously not, behave y/n!

Thomas sighed with contentment and relief. But then he noticed your thoughtful expression and your eyes fixed on his face. He glared back and soon you tried to disguise the situation with a petulant look.

It was even funny. That audacious look of yours didn't suit you, your tiny size reminded him of an enraged kitten. You constantly battled your own shyness just to challenge him. Cute.

"Aren't you finished yet?"

"What do you think?"He gestured.

"Well, it would be good to finish soon." Damn, you couldn't just say what you wanted, could you?

He narrowed his eyes at you.

"Come on, I just came to offer help, don't be so proud."

He snorted in mockery.

"Look, two people are better than one at speeding up the work. I'm just trying to take a load off your ass."

"Why?"He raised one of his eyebrows in question.

"Well, because.... It's going to rain soon and Hoyt would hate to see those things soaked through when he gets back. And you know he's a pain in the ass with everyone when he gets mad."

You've always been terrible at making excuses.

He didn't insist though, just crossed his arms and shook his head.

"No?". You kind of already expected this answer. "Okay. But who said I asked your permission?"

You set the glass aside on a closer surface and brushed past Thomas before he reacted.

You started by selecting a few pieces and soon you were removing some items from the barn. Thomas sighed impatiently, knowing it was no use pushing someone as stubborn as you. So, with your help, he began to collect the materials and select those that would be stored in a shed, safe from water.

2 more hours of work and that's it. The barn was nearly empty except for a few bales of hay and a rake, which would remain in place. He had to admit, your help saved a good deal of effort and a few extra hours of work.

But of course he wouldn't admit it to you.

You.

He hasn't heard a word from you since you started on your mission to help him.

He walked back to the barn, eyes scanning around.

Until he felt your small figure hit his bare chest.

You blushed and tried to frown

"What's your problem, you didn't see me here?"

He tried to retort with a tease (something about your small stature), but soon noticed your red face and labored breathing. You were overheating, but it wasn't from the heat.

He did not understand. Thomas pulled you by the arm and made you sit on the hay ignoring your protests. Quickly he went to the mansion in search of water, returning in a minute with a full glass of liquid and delivering it in your hand.

"Hu-m thanks". You drink the contents of the glass, totally self-conscious under Thomas' intense gaze.

You finish your drink and soon an uncomfortable silence settles between you. And now?

"I told you it was better to have accepted my help from the beginning." You change the subject.

He ignores your comment, realizing that you're probably fine again.

"A thank you would be appreciated"

He grunts in disagreement rolling his eyes.

"Why do you have to be like this?" You sigh, "Can't you be nice even once?."

He shoots you a scathing look.

"I'm just saying, you should try to at least be gratefu-"

He doesn't give you a chance to finish before he approaches you, pulls you and pushes you hard against a wall.

Ouch!

He used only one of his giant hands to hold both your wrists together above your head.

Now his face is inches from yours, his hot breath making you cringe. Cerulean blues staring deep into theirs with unbridled fury.

He's asking you a question, you see.

"Who should I thank? You?".

"What the fuck is your problem, Thomas?"

The grip on your hand tightened and you writhed in pain. Your wrists would be bruised tomorrow for sure.

His patience was at an end. You, little minx, would get what you deserve.

He squeezes your throat tightly, squeezing most of the air out of your lungs.

Is this where you die?

Would you die in an old barn on some off-the-map property, at the hand of the only man you ever loved in your entire life, the one who always hated you in return for your kindnesses?

Whatever, but you're not going to die without telling the truth, without throwing it all in his goddamn face. You wanted it to hurt him like it hurt you, you wanted him to toss and turn at night thinking about how he ended the life of the only person, besides his family, who showed him compassion in life, that he had a chance to be loved, but threw it all away.

Well fuck it, here it goes

"I tried Thomas." you suffocated

"You know I tried. I-I, ?I tried to be nice to everyone, even f-for you-u." He dares you to keep going, even as his grip tightens on your windpipe.

“I've tried, hu-ghh, t-tried to get his attention, ever since I met you. He's in shock. The tightness in your throat eases and you suck in a breath.

"But you... You cough. "You hurt me the whole time." Damn it, why did you have to start crying so easily? You hated that he was watching you break down.

You were weak, weak and pathetic.

"It's no use trying to be nice to you when you act like a jerk to me, I hate that I still try to help you because I still have feelings for you, I hate the fact that you're always trying to make me unhappy when all I feel for you is admiration". He was staring at you mortified, but you're not done yet.

"I hate having to put up with this damn feeling I feel when all I wanted was to hate you completely. I don't want to feel so confused. I don't want to feel attracted to you. But I do." You sob.

"I don't want to still have to wish you around when you're just mean to me. I hate myself even more for imagining you in my bed at night. But fuck you, because you were never there."

You couldn't just shut up, the turmoil of things inside you making it all come out all at once.

"So if you want Thomas, you can kill me now, it would do me a favor t-

The brutal kiss interrupts you. Needy and hungry tongue invading your mouth aggressively. You mind's confusion and surprise melts into a puddle. You do not understand.

The reality of the situation slowly dawning on you.

You recover from the momentary shock. You successfully try to keep pace with Thomas with the mask on the way, but he is the one who dominates the kiss.

Soon the oxygen disappears from your lungs, forcing you to separate. Lips swollen and wet with need.

Thomas's hungry gaze on you is almost animalistic. A wolf staring at its prey. And you're just a little bunny about to be eaten.

Your dress is the first to come off, buttons and seams straining in Thomas's rush to undress you. Your bra is pulled down carelessly by one of his hands. He looks away from your newly exposed breasts, one of your nipples is quickly taken by his mouth, sucking with will and sloppiness. The other neglected breast is massaged by his free hand, drawing a wave of sighs from you, encouraging him to continue his ministrations.

Your knees were weak and Thomas, observant as ever, guided you back to one of the haystacks beside you.

He spread your legs and pressed himself against you, coming into heat against your clothed pussy. His hands moved forward, but he held back and kept them there, hovering over your panties. He looked at you in question.

You waved as you whined

"Please Tommy, fuck me. You moaned

That was the last straw for Thomas. Impatience got the better of him, so he grabbed the waistband of your panties with both hands and ripped them, throwing them somewhere in the barn. The sick sting in your skin reminded you who was on top of you.

A beast of a man, a brute, whose strength excited you enough to make the insides of your thighs wet.

Now stark naked, every inch of skin was vulnerable to Thomas's ravenous gaze. The rare shyness you had around him was back in full force, making you close your legs to hide.

But he wouldn't have that.

He grabbed both your knees and forced them open, revealing your wet pussy to him.

The sight made his cock so hard it hurt. He wanted to know how it would fit, you were so small compared to him. The fit would be too tight perhaps.

But he wanted to taste you first, suck the essence of your pussy like he always fantasized about when he was alone.

He remembered something, then nervously gestured to your eyes.

Was he going to take off his mask?

"Please, Tommy, let me see you, please".

He hesitated.

It was too delicate for him.

Regret overwhelmed you and you felt you were asking too much. "Fine, I won't force you if you don't want to." You gave him an understandable look.

Not.

It was the bare minimum.

You were always so good. It was the least he could do for you after everything he put you through.

He grabbed the mask strings behind his head and pulled.

And by god.

It was the most beautiful face you've ever seen. The strong jaw, the scars scattered across his skin, red and full lips, thick eyebrows that seemed to be permanently furrowed, the deteriorated nose, pale cheeks contrasting with the sun-bleached forehead.

He looks nervously at you, waiting for your reaction. When he seems to have no answer he decides enough is enough, his eyes disappointed, like that day at Luda's shop......

He was ready to get up and go, but you stop Thomas. You cup his face and pull the sweaty hair off his forehead.

"Idiot. You had no right to hide such a beautiful face from me."

He blushes. It's the first time you've seen him so vulnerable. And he's so cute when he's embarrassed.

He plants a kiss on your hands, before remembering what he was doing earlier.

His face moves closer until it's just inches from your sodden pussy, studying with curiosity and excitement every slippery patch of pink flesh that only he has the right to look at.

Just him.

You were his from the start, you were always his. Emotion consumed his chest and soon his eager mouth was on you and he moaned at the taste. You groan at the unfamiliar sensation, all blood rushing south.

Thomas' lack of practice was made up for by his enthusiasm. His heated tongue ran up and down you slit, as if he was curious to learn but he didn't know where to start. His jagged teeth nudging you added a twinge of pleasure, his tongue briefly circled your clit and you moaned.

Thomas seemed to notice, because a moment later he began to press his tongue harder on the area, full lips closed around the bud and sucked.

"Fu-uuck". Shit, that felt so good. "T-Tho-mas, use your fingers." You moan.

He ponders. You grab Thomas's hand and hold one of his fingers against your entrance. "Like this, right here."

You guide his finger inside your tight pussy. The feel of your walls squeezing his finger made him wonder what his cock would feel like inside you.

You moaned. Damn the feel of his big finger is good enough to put your tiny little ones to shame.

Thomas began pulling his finger back and forth, testing its limits. He sucks you while pumping his finger at an increasing pace. You sigh.

Her hips shook with pleasure. Thomas put an arm across your stomach, holding you firmly in place. He gave you just one look: "be quiet".

The heat in your core only increased.

At that moment he was a starving man trying to enjoy his feast. No one would stop him, not even you.

His mouth is immediately back on your pussy, sucking wildly, as if the nectar of your arousal is nirvana on Earth.

"Thomas!"

He suckles on your pussy as if he can't get enough to drink, as if he wants to swallow you all at once, consume you whole and yet he won't get enough of you. you see stars dancing in your head as your orgasm approaches faster and faster. You cover your mouth with one hand to contain your moaning, your other hand grips his hair, the long, greasy strands between your fingers pulled hard, making Thomas moan.

With a loud moan, you come hard. Your vision turns white. You throb around Thomas's finger, convulsing as you tries to withstand the heavy orgasm that hits you.

You groan from overstimulation and try to warn Thomas.

"Thommy, not anymore. I can't." you tried to pull his head away from you.

Despite his desperate pleas, he doesn't stop. He vigorously sucks on your swollen pussy, trying to get more and more of your honey.

He adds one more finger and pumps hard. His sling circles all he can reach of your throbbing pussy.

Soon you are close to cumming again. You lifts your head back, eyes narrowed and mouth open in searing pleasure.

You come with a squirt all over Thomas's mouth, his face, his dripping hand.

He happily licks his sweet prize.

You're finished, bare skin coated in a fine sheen of sweat. And he's not even done with you yet.

He stood up and faced your boneless form. You were like a goddess under him, rosy cheeks, disheveled hair, heaving chest. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

You were barely recovering and already wanted more, you pulled the waist of his pants down in weak movements, in an attempt to encourage him to take them off. Thomas got the message, and soon he was stripping off the last few pieces of clothing, freeing his heavy cock from its restraints.

you choked

His dick was thick, huge. A few veins stood out along its absurd length. The purple head drooled a drop of pre-cum. He was hard, swollen and angry.

You played. Your hand wrapped around his length. Fuck, your fingers couldn't even touch, the girth too big to fit in his fist. You had to wrap both hands around it to make up for the lack of space. Thomas moaned at your touch, thrusting his hips into your hands.

Thomas wanted to fuck you, he wanted to deflower your pussy until you screamed and screamed in pleasure, moaning his name so everyone could hear who you belonged to.

He broke away from your touch and gently pushed you so that you were left. Thomas positioned himself between your legs and brought his cock closer to your dripping slit, wetting it with his arousal.

He would tear you apart. Your flower untouched by another man, she didn't have the training or experience to bear it.

As soon as he managed to find your little orifice, you stopped him. He looked at you expectantly, eyes hazy with dark pleasure.

"Er-m Thomas I-I never d-did that I want it so bad, but I don't know if I can… you know, you're so big and and I…” You stammered quickly.

He pales. So you never… he thought that…

Were you… virgin?

He hadn't been with anyone else either, he knew sex only from Hoyt and the bullshit he spouted about the female victims that passed through the property, the filthy magazines he forced Thomas to look at. The things he saw on the internet, on a victim's cell phone that he stole and learned to use by himself.

Other than that, he had never had sexual contact with anyone. He has never been attracted to anyone but you and no one would ever feel that way for him.

Nobody wanted to touch a freak, a disfigured monster.

But you? You were beautiful in his eyes, a muse, an immaculate and perfect goddess that only the most worthy should look up to. Not him. You should have several men chasing after your attention.

But he was the one you chose, the one who would mark you and taste you first.

You were a rare creature, an innocent soul he would gladly take.

And your delicious pussy saved just for him...

His eyes darkened with desire and unbridled need. He had to hold back. You needed him to be careful.

He soothed you, cupped your chin and lifted your sheepish gaze back to him. His eyes were like a blue, black ocean, the pupil covering most of the iris. He was trying to put self control over his desire. He would be careful for you

He needed self control not to hurt you. Despite the urgency to be inside you killing it.

He looked at you fondly. A soft smile on his face.

"Don't worry"

You sighed and shook your head.

"It's okay, I trust you"

He nodded gratefully.

Thomas forced the head of his cock into your entrance, pushing in slowly, stopping occasionally to let you recover.

Gradually more than half of its length entered your pussy. He wanted to maintain control. But it was so much to bear.

Your pussy was so, so tight. He felt like he was going to come just from the feel of the resistance of your velvety walls around him.

You took gulps of air in an attempt to keep your heart rate steady. He wasn't even fully inside and you were already feeling overwhelmed, having to stretch your thighs to the fullest to support his waist circumference. As soon as you adjusted, that spark of courage appeared."

"Thomas, move please."

You didn't have to ask twice.

His languid rhythm against you allowed you to adjust to the pain, which was soon replaced by rising pleasure. He sped up. The cock deeper and deeper, until he was buried in you. Hips pressed against yours. He licked the seam of your neck and sucked on a small area that made you tingle, the pleasure of it adding more heat to your burning body.

The cream of your pussy eased the slide of his cock into your pussy. Thomas was hitting you with speed. He looked down at your face contorted with pleasure and stained with tears. His cock throbbed.

"Faster, Tommy. More, more, more". You cried deliriously.

The pace he set was brutal. You grabbed him, ankles dug into his back, hand behind his head, face buried in his neck. He fucked you mercilessly. You screamed as loud as a cheap porn star. If it weren't for the rain that was already pouring down outside, Monty would certainly have heard you.

Fat tears spilled down your heated cheeks.

He growled muffled sounds in your ear.

His moans of pleasure mingled with yours. A symphony the two of you shared in each other's ears.

"This whole time you wanted to fuck me big man, hmm?" You moaned in his ear. "Wanna ram that thick cock into my pussy until I couldn't walk?

Shit... Did you know how to talk dirty? The polite, innocent girl Luda Mae bragged about? If she heard those words coming out of your pretty little mouth…. Oh no, she would have a fit.

He moans. He would fuck you like the whore you are. You sassy, y/n.

He puts out full power. His hips were like pistons, unbridled and powerful.

You saw stars, before you felt your third orgasm approaching. He didn't stop, the sensation of your pussy chewing was too much for him. He felt like he was going to come any minute.

He put his mouth over your ear and growled.

"MINE!" Your eyes widened. You had never heard him speak, and now he was saying it. Only for you.

You felt the coil tighten. In a desperate act, you bit the crook of Thomas's neck. He moaned hard. Fuck you were going to cum all over his cock.

His thick, rumbling voice rumbled like an earthquake in his chest: "CUM, Y/N!".

With one last heated look from Thomas, you came.

Your climax hit like a train. Your eyes rolled back behind your lids, head thrown back in ecstasy.

Your orgasm ripped Thomas's. Pussy milking him fervently. Thick ropes of cum shooting inside you in absurd amounts that couldn't fit inside and overflowed with every thrust. His hips stuttered on his last thrusts. Until he landed on top of you, your forearms braced to keep from throwing all of his body weight into your smaller form.

You stayed there, enjoying each other's warmth and the pleasant post-sex haze.

Minutes passed and soon you broke the silence

"Sorry"

He looked up. What were you apologizing for?

"I shouldn't have been so reckless, I should have said something that day at the station. I should have defended you from those idiots, but I acted like a coward."

You weren't to blame for anything, the only one who should be apologizing and begging for your forgiveness was him.

He looked at you with determination

"Not- you"he tried again

"I'm s-orry, y/n". I was mean, not you." He said with watery eyes. You rated him, did it hurt to talk? He was torturing himself just to apologize to you.

"Thomas, stop". He looked at you with regret. Sad, guilty eyes staring into yours reluctantly.

"What happened doesn't matter now, okay? You messed up, I messed up, we were two idiots fighting over something useless. The only thing I want right now is for you and me to try to get to know each other, okay. I want to touch you and be able to talk to you you without all that rancor. I want you to touch me and be closer to me, don't run away like you used to. I want to be friends before anything. I want to be your girlfriend, lover, whatever you want. If you want wants."

He considered you for a moment, his expression one of pure surprise and delight. He nodded in affirmation.

Yes, y/n! He would be everything you asked for. He didn't want to love you in secret anymore, he wanted to be able to touch your face, your hair, he wanted to wake up and find you in his bed with messy hair and sleepy eyes. He wanted to have those soft teasing moments, wanted to be able to openly watch your smile without having to watch you from a distance, wanted to sweep you in his arms and kiss you…..

Yes, yes and yes.

He wanted to make up for that pang of guilt by suffering for all the times he hurt you. He would try to compensate with every gesture of love he could give you. He would give his life for you.

You smiled and pecked all over his face, the forehead, the eyelids, the scarred cheeks, the damaged nose, and finally his mouth. He held your face in this position and stole your lips in a slow and deep kiss.

You broke away and rested your forehead against his with a happy sigh.

But then you felt the dry straw of hay prickling your back uncomfortably.

"So. How about a run home in the rain? His head shook in denial."

"Well, I was going to say that you could take a shower together when we get there, but if you don't want…"

He lifted his head and opened his eyes. You looked at him boldly.

Naughty girl.

He gave you a peck.

"Oh, so that's a yes?" He chuckled, but nodded, matching your amusement.

"I love you Thomas"

He touched your lower lip with his thumb, kissed your cheek and whispered into the shell of your ear.

"I love you too Y/N"

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This is my first story, so I don't know if it will be good. Too many words here, sorry I got carried away 👉👈

Sorry for any spelling errors, I'm from another country so English is not my native language.

#thomas hewitt x reader #Smut #Lemon #enemies to lovers #long reads

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Human: Rewritten

Chapter One

Natasha Romanoff x Female OC

A/N: Troyes, France is 6 hours ahead of NYC so 7pm there is 1pm in NYC

Barcelona, Spain; January, 2012

The repetitive ticking of the clock registered in her brain before her eyes even opened. She didn’t need that clock to know what time it was, of course. It was 4:30 am— the same time she’d woken up everyday for the past twenty-five years of her life. She no longer needed to wake up that early, yet it’s a habit so deeply entrained in her framework that it’s seemingly unbreakable. She rolled out of bed and made her way into the dingy kitchen with light footsteps. With some quick math she figures that she got barely two hours of sleep last night, but that’s typical. She started the coffee machine and asked with a sigh, “Would you like some coffee or are you just going to lurk in the corner?”

The leather-clad stranger with an eyepatch stepped up to the kitchen island opposite of her and responded, “I wouldn’t mind a cup. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you knew I was here.”

“Well, you know what they say about old habits. You got a name?”

“You can call me Fury. We have a lot to talk about, Eight.” She slid him a mug of cheap coffee and gestured for him to take a seat.

“Then we’d better get started so you can get the hell out of my apartment.” He simply chuckled in response and Eight could already feel her patience wavering.

Two hours later, Eight rubbed her forehead in an effort alleviate the headache.

“Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division? Really, dude?”

“Yeah, it’s a mouthful. Trust me I know.”

“I’m sorry that you came all this way for nothing, Fury, but there’s no way in hell I'm working for some government spy circus.”

“It’s technically an extra-governmental spy agency-”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m not joining,” She said, cutting him off.

“So, you’re just gonna hop from one shitty apartment to the next until you die? That doesn’t seem like a great life.”

“Better than the one I lived before.”

“You aren’t the person to live in hiding. You’re the person who thrives in the action and lives to kick ass, and we both know it.” When she didn’t respond he continued, “I’ll leave you my card. When you change your mind, which you will, you’ll know where to find me. You don’t have to be the bad guy anymore, Eight.” With that he slid off the stool and left her apartment, leaving her with nothing but her rapidly spiraling thoughts and a black business card.

Troyes, France; May, 2012:

It had been four months since Director Fury paid a visit to Eight’s apartment in Barcelona. They had kept in contact and he hadn't given up on her joining SHIELD. She’d lived in three different apartments since then. Eight was watching the seven o’clock news when she saw something that made her choke on her Cheerios. “An alien invasion? What the hell is—” Her muffled exclamation was interrupted by the ring of her burner phone. “Hello?”

“Eight, you watched the news recently?”

“Uh yeah, I'm watching it now. You fighting aliens now, Nicky?”

“Okay first of all, I told you to stop calling me that. Second, yes, aliens. I’m forming a team of extraordinary people to help protect against these threats. They could really use a hand to finish off this fight.”

“I may be a bit unusual but I’m not ‘extraordinary’, Fury. I don’t wanna join your band of misfits.”

“Alright, how about a compromise? You fly your fancy jet here right now and help them out and if you still don’t wanna join, you can go right back to France after the fight is over and I’ll stop bothering you about joining.” After a few seconds of silence she agreed.

“Fine, but I’m not gonna change my mind. How do you know about my jet?”

He gave a hearty laugh and said “I know everything, Eight. You should know that by now.”

New York, New York; 96 Minutes Later:

Eight flew her jet into the city, making sure to take out a few flying Chitauri in the process. She found herself extremely grateful for the stolen German jet capable of flying 2100mph. She saw a few interesting characters standing in a circle fighting off an endless sea of aliens. She maneuvered the jet and— Is that guy wearing blue tights? Is this what Fury meant by extraordinary? She landed in the street about 20 yards away and killed the engines, then hopped out and started jogging towards the group. A couple of them turned around, probably wondering who the hell she was and—whoa that’s a beautiful woman. After realizing her steps had literally faltered at the sight of the woman, she slowed to a walk and said “You guys need a hand?”

“Depends on whose hand it is,” replied the gorgeous redhead.

“I’m a friend of Fury’s. He practically begged me to come save your asses.”

“Fury doesn’t beg,” she said in a doubtful tone.

“Not typically, but I'm just that awesome. If you don’t believe me then call him up but I’m gonna go kill some aliens.” With that she took off down another street where there was a group of the repulsive bastards. After unloading all of her magazines into Chitauri bodies, she switched to swords and daggers. After another hour or so of fighting, there were no more aliens in sight. Eight started jogging toward the rich dude’s tower when she saw said rich dude falling through the rapidly-closing portal. She stopped next to Mr. Blue Tights and Mr. Hammer Man when the big green thing grabbed Mr. Rich Dude from the sky and landed next to the group. The green guy yelled, waking Mr. Rich Dude up with a start. “What the hell? What happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me. Except for her, she’s pretty hot,” he said, nodding toward Eight. Just then the redhead jogged over to us and eyed Eight’s blood-soaked form from head to toe.

“See something you like, Red?”

“No. I’m pretty sure I'd be classified as a sadist if I liked the sight of that much blood,” she said with a raise of her eyebrow.

“I’d be into it if you were.”

She shook her head at Eight with a small smirk. There was barely a second of silence when Mr. Rich Dude spoke up.

“Anybody want shawarma?”

Three Hours Later:

Eight had gone to the Triskelion after the band of misfits apprehended Loki. Agent Hill showed her where to land her jet and directed her to a room so she could shower and stay the night if she wanted to. Eight had put on black jeans, a white tank, and a black jean jacket, all of which had been in a to-go bag in her jet. She was toweling off her hair when someone knocked on the door. Eight opened the door to see none other than the one-eyed-wonder standing there. “What can I do for you, Nicky?”

“The Avengers are being debriefed in Conference Room 6B in ten minutes. You should come.”

“The Avengers? Is that what you’re calling them? That’s cute. But I'm not an Avenger and I don’t want to be an Avenger, so no thanks.”

“You should come anyway.”

“I don’t actually have a choice, do I?”

“You know me so well, Eight,” he said with an amused grin.

She walked into the conference room, finding the Avengers already there. Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, and Natasha Romanoff—whose names Eight had learned from Hill—were scattered around a large table, along with Fury. Romanoff eyed Eight from where she was standing and arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at her. Eight squinted her eyes and wiggled her eyebrows in response, and she could see the redhead stifle a laugh.

“What’s your name?” She accompanied the question with a blank expression.

“That’s a very personal question, Miss Romanoff. Let’s slow the pace, please.”

“You know my name but I can’t know yours? That doesn’t seem fair.”

“The world isn’t fair, Miss Romanoff, and I love a good mystery.”

“If you two are done flirting, we have business to attend to,” interjected Fury.

“Right, my apologies, Nicky.”

“Don’t call me that, Eight.”

After an excruciating 43 minutes and 27 seconds, Fury finally let the group leave. Eight was so close to freedom when that unbelievably sexy voice called to her.

“Eight!” Romanoff hastily walked towards her in an effort to catch up.

“Yeah?”

“Is your name actually Eight?”

“If you want it to be.”

“Why are you so damn stubborn?”

“It amuses me, Red.” There was a brief silence during which both women were trying to figure out if the conversation was over.

Eight was about to leave when Natasha continued, “So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave?”

“Well, no. I’m going to stay the night, steal some really expensive jet fuel, and then leave in the morning before Fury can get up my ass about joining his little team.”

She rolled her eyes and responded, “Why won’t you join the Avengers? And why won’t you tell me your real name?”

“It’s just not my style. I’d rather fly solo.”

“You ignored my second question.”

“Then maybe you should take the hint and stop asking.” With that she turned around and started walking away, but a hand on her arm stopped her dead in my tracks. Alarms started going off in Eight’s head, and Romanoff might’ve been saying something to her, but she was too caught up in the memories to register it. After a few seconds, the white of her vision cleared up and the voices in her head faded into the background. Her heart was still hammering in her chest and she was trying to keep her breathing steady. Eight regained her neutral expression and said. “Sorry, did you say something?”

“Are you okay?” Natasha had a concerned expression and if Eight wasn’t so blinded with anxiety, she would’ve appreciated how cute the furrow of her eyebrows was.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just gonna turn in. It’s been a long day.” She turned around and walked back to her temporary room at a brutal pace. As soon as the door closed behind her, hot tears raced down her cheeks and she lost the ability to breathe as she fought the old conditioning messing with her head. It was gonna be a long night.

3:21 am:

She finally managed to calm herself down and stop the panic attack after almost four hours. Trying to sleep would be pointless, so she decided to leave before anyone woke up. Eight didn’t have much to pack so she grabbed her duffel bag and left the room. She made it to the corridor attached to the landing pads, then ran into the one person she really didn’t want to see. “What are you doing out and about, Red?”

“I’ve got places to be and things to do. Were you just going to sneak out in the middle of the night like a teenager with a rebel streak?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing, actually. Do you need a ride? Where are you going?”

“Madrid. Fury said I could hitch a ride on another plane that’s headed for Germany.”

“Well I’m going to France if you wanna ride with me. My jet will get you there a lot faster.” Natasha studied her for what felt like way too long, probably debating if Eight would try to kill her or not. Spies can be so untrusting.

“What the hell, why not?”

And that is how she ended up in a jet with “Candy Shop” playing over the speakers and Natasha Romanoff in the copilot seat yelling at her to ‘slow the fuck down!’

“Why would I slow down, you psycho?! That’s the whole damn point of this thing!”

“Where did you even get a German jet this fast?”

“Germany.”

“No shit Sherlock. How did you get it?”

“I went to Germany, stopped in at the local speedy-jet dealership, and walked out with this beauty.”

“Sarcasm is a defense mechanism, you know. You’re dodging my questions.”

“You act like you’d answer my questions if I were to start asking about you.” It was quiet as the two women shared a look of mutual understanding.

Madrid, Spain:

Eight landed the jet at the local SHIELD base and killed the engines. They removed their headsets and Eight stood to help Romanoff get her bags. “Well, I’ll see you around I guess.” Eight had never been good at goodbyes. Or any social interactions, really. Twenty-four years in a cell will do that to you.

“Will I? See you around, I mean.”

“Um, I don’t know, honestly.”

“Why won’t you join SHIELD? I mean what else are you doing?”

“Oh, I see. You just love me so much that you don’t want me to leave. You’re gonna miss me so much-” Eight was cut off when Natasha threw her backpack at my head. “Hey! You’re lucky I caught that! Fucking crazy woman.”

When their laughter died down, Natasha said, “Well I should probably go. Thank you for the ride.”

“Of course. Hitchhikers are always welcome aboard my beloved jet.” A small smile appeared on her face and she stepped forward to give Eight a hug but she must’ve seen her body go rigid because she stepped back. And then she was gone. Eight walked to the front of the jet and started the journey to France.

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