✧ ˚ ༘ ⋆ 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐘 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘.
dark!kevin lomax⠀x⠀wife!reader.
𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. you've finally had enough of kevin's lies and secrets, and you ask for a divorce. unfortunately, some secrets come back to bite as kevin threatens to leak compromising footage of you.
—⠀੭୧⠀warnings⠀· ˚ ༘⠀extremely dubious consent. heavy angst. hate sex. p in v. forced breeding. blackmail. revenge porn. infidelity. forced established relationship.
𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆ִֶָ 𓂃 ⊹ this is a dark fic, i can't stress this enough so please read the warnings. i know a lot of y'all requested the blackmail/sextape trope with kevin, so i kinda combined all the asks into this fic— hope you enjoy ♡ !!
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THE MUFFLED MELODY OF the record player echoed through your dark, and empty apartment. You rested the wine glass against the side of your head, letting out a soft sigh as you closed your eyes. The lifeless walls, that were painted in all the wrong colors, had begun to repulse you over the last few weeks. You spent most of your days trapped alone in this apartment, trying to keep yourself busy with any menial tasks.
Whether it be repainting the walls several times (only to receive no words of acknowledgement from your husband), or filling up the place with random plants— as a poor attempt to bring any form of life back into the soulless place you now called home.
At first, you couldn't bear to tell Kevin how much you despised New York. You missed the warm Florida sun, you missed the cool breeze on your face and the quiet roads when you'd drive to work in the early mornings— Hell, you even missed the tiny condo you and Kevin used to live in. It was small, there was hardly any hot water, and the neighbours were noisy as all hell, but it was home. And Kevin was actually around enough for you to be able to call him a husband.
"Jesus Christ," you mumbled to yourself, glancing upwards. The moonlight shone through the curtains, illuminating the clock hanging above the ashy fireplace. 3:07 am. You take a final swig of your wine, chugging down the last few drops, before slamming the glass hard enough on the coffee table that you almost smashed it.
The sound of keys jingling and the door creaking startled you from your thoughts. A murmured "damn" whispered from a masculine voice, as he tried to be as quiet as possible. You kept your eyes firmly focused in front of you, and almost as if on cue, your husband stumbled into the living room.
"Why are the damn lights off— Shit!" He jumped when he flicked the light switch on, revealing you sitting across from him, cross-legged on the leather couch. "Baby, you scared me, I thought you'd be ‘sleep by now," he lets out a small laugh, the southern twang leaking into his voice.
"Did you have fun?" Pain bubbles up in your throat, scalding, and you swallow. You knew where he was. It was the same excuse every night ("Sorry, baby, I have to stay late tonight at the office, this case is a real-pain in the ass"), and part of yourself wished you could just delude yourself into believing his web-of-lies. Yet, deep down in the crevice of your broken heart, you knew he was with her.
The red-headed Italian beauty, Christabella Andreoli. You'd been formally introduced once, at one of Kevin's bosses extravagant parties that he'd dragged you along to. You hardly missed the way she eyed your husband hungrily.
Her slender hand wrapped around his upper arm, her long maroon nails digging into his suit. With a cheshire grin hanging on her lips, she began to pull him away from you. "Hope you don't mind if I just steal him for a moment, just some shop-talk," she winks and you watch them disappear among the numerous figures of suit-cladded businessmen and lawyers.
That was your first red flag. Kevin promised you —crossing his heart— that she was just a colleague, who was a natural flirt.
"I don't know if I'd count shifting through endless piles of New York's city health codes fun," he smirks, taking slow strides closer to you. The couch dips as Kevin takes a seat next to you. He presses numerous little kisses along your shoulder, down to your neck. “I missed you, ba—”
“Just stop it!” You snap, rising from the couch as you slapped away your husband's hand. “Christ, Kevin! How stupid do you think I am?”
You watch as Kevin’s face contorts to confusion, his brows furrowing as he licks his bottom lip.
“Baby, what are you talking about?” He stands from the couch, still completely oblivious to the painstaking heartbreak written on your face. Kevin’s hand reaches for you, and again you slap it away, completely repulsed by the man who you used to crave.
“I want a divorce.”
THAT WAS TWO DAYS AGO.
After wailing, and shouting till the early hours of the morning, you locked yourself into your shared bedroom. Kevin begged and pleaded with you to open the door.
“Baby.. baby, please talk to me,” you ignore his muffled pleas. Sitting on the floor with your back to the door, you sob hysterically in your hands— all the more crushing bits of Kevin’s heart.
“Open the door, honey..”
At some point during the sunrise, the joyous early morning leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, Kevin had left the apartment. You wandered through the empty apartment, noticing the dishevelled couch where he frequently resided after a fight.
Since the fight, you’ve been seeing Kevin more in the last two days than the entire year you have been living in New York. When you once prayed for an ounce of his attention, you now avoided him like the plague.
Every attempt to touch, hug, kiss you was met with running in the other direction. You couldn’t stand to look him in the eyes— those dark, brown puppy dog eyes, knowing that he did all those things with another woman.
“Baby, nothing happened! I promise you!”
“Promises mean shit if you never keep them!”
THREE DAYS LATER, you had pondered the idea of looking into divorce lawyers. You prayed someone in New York would be willing to go against Kevin Lomax. His infamous reputation of having never lost a case, unsettled even the elites in the business, so your search was nearing fruitless.
But, Kevin is your husband (soon to be ex), surely he would grant you this last gift of mercy by just signing the papers— without the courtroom hassle.
You waited impatiently in the elevator, watching the numbers light up with each passing floor. Your heel clicked anxiously against the floor, as you held the pile of divorce papers to your chest.
It was going to be over. Five years. Five years completely down the fucking drain. All because your husband couldn’t keep it in his goddamn pants. Or so you thought.
The silver doors finally opened, revealing the equivalent of the devil incarnate.
Christabella Andreoli.
“Mrs. Lomax, what a ple—”
“Don’t. Just.. don’t,” you interrupt, shutting your eyes as painful images of your husband and her begin forming in your mind. Christabella awkwardly clears her throat as she moves to the side, allowing you to pass her. “Do you know where Kevin is?” you ask, venom laced in your voice.
“He’s on the top floor, I’m going there now.”
“Great,” you quip with faux enthusiasm. “Do me one last favor —aside from fucking my husband— and hand him this.” You push the papers into the redhead's arms, her eyes staring at you with a similar confusion as Kevin did.
“Mrs. Lomax, I have no clue what yo—"
YOU DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE KEVIN sitting on the couch as you arose from your slumber. Kevin’s oversized law school hoodie and undies were the only thing covering your otherwise naked figure— an unfortunate habit you haven’t managed to break yet. Embarrassment bloomed in your face, hoping he wouldn’t notice (he did). You rubbed your tired eyes, shifting away from the lawyer. The pile of divorce papers lay sprawled across the coffee table, with the thick line at the end left unsigned.
“I’m not signing these,” Kevin sighs, running a hand through his black, slicked hair.
“Kevin, we’ve been over this. I want a di–” you were rudely interrupted by Kevin reaching for the remote and switching it on. The TV static appears for half a second before cutting to what looks like CCTV footage. Labelled in the bottom right corner, this was footage of Kevin’s office floor.
Squinting your eyes, the colour drains from your face as he fast forwards. Slowly fast forwarding to you entering his office, after hours, and the CCTV caught everything through his glass office doors. Every last second from you coming inside, kneeling down, and wrapping your lips around his cock.
Conveniently enough, the camera frame ends just above your head, preserving Kevin’s anonymity.
“What the hell? Where did you get this?! Why do you have this?!” The questions blurted out all at once, fury bubbling in your chest. Kevin was always one to fight dirty, but you never thought you’d bear victim to it.
“Security team is very amoral if you haven’t noticed.”
“So they actually gave you this footage?!”
He smirks, pausing the TV on a particularly graphic frame. “Money talks. And I know those underpaid security people have no problem giving footage to whoever talks the most.”
“You know what? Keep this sick shit if you want, I’m done. Sign the papers, don’t sign them, I don’t care! I’m getting a goddam lawyer,” you whip around, hurriedly rushing towards your shared bedroom.
Kevin’s footsteps trailed behind you, loud and faster as he boomed “So that’s your big plan?”
You ignore his words, reaching for the first small suitcase you could find. Kevin enters the room, and slams the door behind him. You were too distracted looking for shirts to hear the quiet click of the lock.
“You think I’m gonna just let you leave?”
“Let me?” You barked, fists clenching and damn near smoke coming out of your ears. “You’re a cocky asshole if you think you’re letting me do anything. I’m leaving you, Kevin. We are over—”
A pain shocks your wrist as Kevin snatches it into a tight grip. You struggled against him, and with a huff, he pushed you onto the bed. Hastily, you try to crawl off the masterbed, only for Kevin to snatch your ankle and pull you back towards him. You feel his weight on top of you as he straddles you, both his hands pinning your hands down.
“Baby, I made a lot of mistakes..” the dark-haired man mumbles, his eyes piercing into you.
“K-Kevin, you’re hurting me—”
“But, you’re not leaving me. No, no, no, baby,” Kevin's lips met your neck, making your chest tighten as you kicked your legs to try and get him off you; but to no avail. “You think you’ll find a single goddamn lawyer that’s gonna help you when that tape gets out?”
You freeze.
“What did you say?” your voice was so quiet, he almost didn’t hear you.
“All the judge will see is visual evidence of you being a cheating whore— fucking another man in your doting husband’s office, no less,” Kevin smirks against your jaw as he continues his kisses. “Or at least that’s how I’ll make it look..”
“You sick bastard!”
“You’ll lose the rights to everything by a landslide, and you’ll be left with nothing,” Kevin sighs, faux-sympathy laced in his devilish voice. His head moves back and hovers directly over your face, his brown puppy eyes piercing into your teary, fury ones.
“Nobody’s gonna believe that,” you murmured, trying to sound sure, but deep in the pit of your stomach.. He was right. Kevin had all the money, power and connections to screw you over.
“Baby, they’ll believe whatever I want them to believe,” he rests his forehead against yours, ignoring the tears that are brimming your waterline. You struggled once more, desperately wanting out of his grasp.
“Baby, baby.. please,” Kevin’s hand trails down your torso, his cold wedding ring touching against you, making you twitch. Another devastating reminder that the man you love, the man you married, was holding you down and blackmailing you.
“You’re fucking evil—” A choked sob escapes your lips, simultaneously as his hand dips under your waistband. “Oh my Go—”
“Let me make it up to you..” his honey voice echoes in your ear. Your voice dies in your throat when Kevin’s fingers start to toy with your clit, and you hate the way your body reacts to his touch. Arching your back, you continue to squirm out of fear.. and desperation. Your body betrays you as you feel yourself getting wetter. “Let me make you feel good, baby, hm?”
“Fuck you,” you spit angrily, not before being interrupted by a measly gasp as his fingers continue working against your bundle of nerves.
“I love you so much, sugar,” Kevin pressed his soft lips to yours, only you kept yours in a thin line. Two fingers were plunged into your wet cunt, and you let out a small gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue in and capturing your lips in a passionate embrace. “There’s no line in the world I wouldn’t cross for you.”
“I-I hate you,” you mewled weakly, biting on your lower lip to ignore the feeling in your core. Kevin merely chuckles, eyeing the way you bend to his will as he rubs your desperate bud faster.
Suddenly, the tearing sound of your undies made your heart drop. You purse your lips, stopping the involuntary moans from leaving your lips. The tip of Kevin’s cock slides up and down your cunt, before parting your pussy lips.
“I-I hate you.. Oh fuck— K-Kevin..” you whimper, his cock stretching your pretty pussy deliciously. His slow thrusts were agonising, and made your head swirl, a warmth blooming from your lower region.
“I’m gonna be around more, baby, I promise you,” he pants against your ear, his hot breath hitting your face. Stray tears fall down your cheeks and Kevin kisses them away. One of his hands letting go of your wrist, trailing down to the back of your thigh. He presses one knee up to your chest, allowing him to thrust his cock even deeper inside you— you swore you could feel him in your stomach. “I’m gonna make you so happy.”
Your toes curled with each thrust and your fluttering walls clenched at his words, only making you more ashamed by the minute. His laboured breaths mixed in with your own as he continued nipping your neck, leaving small love bites.
“It’s gonna be you, and me.. and a baby.”
Your eyes widened at that, and immediately you tried to sit up, only for Kevin to push more of his weight down on you, keeping you firmly in your place. You were practically speechless, your bambi eyes frozen in shock. “Kevin, wait— don’t come inside—”
“Sh, sh,” he coos. “I’m gonna fill you up, mama. Don’t you want that?” You mewl at his sudden harsh thrust, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. Blinded by your tears and the overwhelming pleasure washing over your body, you nod weakly.
A sick grin hung on Kevin’s lips as he poured into you, and you let out a sinful moan as you clenched hard around him, mixing your cum with his. Panting, you don’t resist when Kevin traps your lips with his.
“You’re the only woman I’ll ever want,” he whispers your name sensually, you can’t help the chills that arise on your skin.
“And, I’ll be damned to hell before I let you leave me.”
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Rural dynasty 33/ Сельская династия 33
Despite moving and living with her stepmother, Irma is doing well. She made a new friend and joined a support group. And even Vic called and said that he liked her (and even invited her to visit). They never quarreled with Helena. Elliot took out a loan and bought a new big house.
But his marriage to Helena began to crumble. Elliot admitted to cheating and Helena was furious. And then he found out that she resumed communication with her ex-boyfriend, Christabella's father. Helena began to have a midlife crisis and began to want to get a divorce.
Elliot asked her to break up with her ex-lover for good, and she did it. Helena asked him to break up with Hope, and he complied with her request. But then Helena suggested not starting all over again, forgetting about the past, but demanded a divorce. He took Irma and moved into the house next door so he could see his younger children more often.
Neighbors came to congratulate Elliot on his move, and he really liked his neighbors. He has a new novel. However, that didn't stop him from flirting with Hope again. But she turned him off - stop bumping into the same rake. Elliot came to Victoria's birthday party (she became a child), and Helena tried to talk about getting back together, but Elliot refused.
The kids adore Elliot and he has a "supportive" family dynamic with Irma. But recently their relationship has deteriorated. Irma is having a teenage crisis, and Elliot is too busy paying off his mortgage, working, and competing at work.
Несмотря на переезд и жизнь с мачехой, у Ирмы все неплохо. У нее появилась новая подруга, она вступила в группу поддержки. И даже Вик позвонил и сказал, что она ему нравится (и даже пригласил в гости). С Хеленой они ни разу не поругались. Эллиот взял кредит и купил новый большой дом.
Но его брак с Хеленой стал рушиться. Эллиот признался в измене, и Хелена была в ярости. А потом он узнал, что она возобновила общение с бывшим парнем, отцом Кристабеллы. У Хелены начался кризис среднего возраста и появилось желание развестись.
Эллиот попросил порвать ее с бывшим любовником окончательно, и она сделала это. Хелена попросила порвать его с Хоуп, и он выполнил ее просьбу. Но следом Хелена предложила не начать все сначала, забыв о прошлом, а потребовала развода. Он забрал Ирму и переехал в дом по соседству, чтобы чаще видеться с младшими детьми.
Соседи пришли поздравить Эллиота с переездом, и одна и соседок ему очень понравилась. У него новый роман. Впрочем, это не помешало ему снова флиртовать с Хоуп. Но та его отшила - хватит натыкаться на те же грабли. Эллиот пришел на день рождения Виктории (она стала ребенком), и Хелена попробовала заговорить о возобновлении отношений, но Эллиот отказался.
Дети обожают Эллиота, с Ирмой у него семейная динамика "поддержка". Но в последнее время их отношения ухудшились. У Ирмы кризис подросткового возраста, а Эллиот слишком занят выплатой кредита, работой и соперничеством на работе.
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Head Canons
Her constellation is named the Ponum Granatum de Orcus. The stars form the shape of a pomegranate.
She is the youngest in a family of 13 sisters. In order they are: Beatrice, Marie, Jolie, Christabella, Louise, Elodie, Rose, Delphine, Sylvie, Fosette, Giselle, Odette, and Alessa
All of the sisters work at the tea shop along with various employees.
Her favorite food is Carrot Cake, and her favorite drink is pomegranate juice.
Four of her sisters are already married, and of her married sisters, two have children. Being the youngest, she cares for the children whenever her sisters come to work at the shop.
She and her sisters are references to Alice in Wonderland characters: Rose (The Caterpillar), Marie (The Mad Hatter), Chirstabella (The Cheshire Cat), Delphine (The Doormouse), Odette (The White Queen), Sylvie (The Knave of Hearts), Fosette (Tweedledee), Louise (The March Hare), Giselle (Tweedledum), Beatrice (The Queen of Hearts), Jolie (The Mock Turtle), Elodie (The Carpenter), and Alessa (The White Rabbit)
She's always running late to things.
Like her mother, Alessa is well mannered and kind and polite however, if she's pushed too far, she becomes rather blunt and rude if need be.
Alessa wields the light vision (Photo) and is a catalyst user. Her use of her ability is newly found as it has only manifested now due to the resurgence of the Photo Archon.
She has never journeyed outside Fontaine but yearns to see the world outside her homeland.
Alessa is a relatively shy being around strangers, she tends to be closed off and unapproachable unless she's in the presence of people she knows.
Her hobbies include tea brewing, tinkering, dancing, and reading.
She loves experimenting with the tea leaves her family purchases and has created unique blends and concoctions sold only by her family's tea shop. This along with the fresh breads made by Chi, is the reason why the shop is so successful and well-known in Fontaine.
She is the only one who knows her recipes, not sharing the information with anyone, so the competition never steals a creation to sell in their cafes.
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