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drudyslut · 4 months

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— summary: stuck at the chateau with jj— who hates you— during a hurricane turns into a night you definitely didn’t expect.

— pairing: jj maybank x kook princess!reader

— warnings: smut! 18+ hate sex!! dub con, fingering, protected sex, degrading, hair pulling, choking, spanking, some language, jj is a so mean in this. i think that’s all.

↠ note— i literally found this in my notes from back in June lmao. thought i’d finish it and post it.

❥ the storm— j.m

“i’m not afraid, sare! i just don’t necessarily like storms. i don’t understand why you and john b. couldn’t stay here tonight”

a sigh leaves your lips, fingertips pushing the thin curtains of the room you’re in to the side as you watched the rain pour down, the trees roughly swayed from the strong winds as booms of thunder and cracks of lightning fill your ears.

sarah chuckles. “y/n/n you’re going to be fine! besides jj is there too, why don’t you go hang out with him? the storm should be passed by morning”

you groan, letting the curtains fall from your fingers. quickly turning your body, you make your way toward the bed, tossing yourself back onto the mattress as you roll your eyes.

you’d gladly hang out with jj, but he hated you. you never understood why, but he always acted like he would rather be anywhere else when you were around.

“jj hates me, sare. you know that”

the sound of john b’s voice and sarah’s giggles fill your ears, making you roll your eyes again.

“he doesn’t hate you! he just doesn’t like kooks, so he’s taking his time on warming up to us”

boom!

a loud rumble of thunder causes you to slightly jump. you completely throw the fact that jj hates you out the window and jump up from the bed, slowly making your way toward the door. “okay sare, i’m going to find jj, y’all have a good night”

sarah says her goodbyes and you hang up the phone. you slowly pull open the bedroom door, slipping out of the room in search of jj.

you make your way down the small hallway and into the living room, finding a shirtless jj standing at the screen door of the house as he watched the storm roll in.

you find yourself staring at him longer than you probably should, but you couldn’t help yourself. you had thought jj was attractive from the moment you first laid eyes on him, and how couldn’t you? he was beautifully tanned and toned, his back muscles contracting with every move he made, his messy blond hair framed his face perfectly, his perfect plump, pink lips, and his eyes. his bright, ocean blue eyes could make any girl melt.

but you would never openly admit any of that.

“hey j, can’t sleep either?”

your voice startles him, making him jump and turn to face you. his face quickly turns into a look of annoyance when he sees it’s you, not like he could see anyone else, you’re the only two here.

he turns back toward the door, his focus back on the storm outside. “what do you want?”

you sigh, running a hand through your hair and sitting on the old couch.

“i just couldn’t sleep, it’s really coming down out there huh?”

jj groans, resting his head against the screen door before he pulls back and turns to face you. “are you really trying to make small talk with me right now? you and i don’t get along, so let’s not pretend we do”

you scoff, turning yourself on the couch and sitting on your knees to face jj fully. “you don’t like me, i try to be nice, but you make it so goddamn hard when you act like you can’t stand me!”

jj opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it when a loud rumble of thunder shakes the small house. you jump slightly at the sound, your eyes going wide as you frantically look around the small house, cursing yourself for coming here in the first place and getting stuck overnight with jj fucking maybank.

jj notices your tense demeanor, snorting out a laugh as he smirks in amusement. “you’re seriously scared of a hurricane? haven’t you like lived here your entire life?” he pauses, snapping his fingers in mock realization as he laughs darkly. “oh wait, that’s right. kook princess is used to her generators and big fancy house on figure eight, never been stuck in a small house on the cut during one of these i assume?”

you sigh exasperatedly. “why are you such a dick, jj? what the fuck have i ever done to you?”

“i just don’t fucking like you”

you groan, pulling yourself from the couch and making your way into the kitchen. you pull the fridge open harshly, grabbing a beer and popping it open. you bring the rim to your lips, taking a long sip from it before harshly sitting it on the counter. “well good to know. i don’t fucking like you either, you’re a complete asshole who thinks he’s some hot shot because he’s attractive, but newsflash, you’re not special jj”

jj’s head whips in your direction, his eyes narrowed toward you. he takes a few long strides toward you, making your breathing accelerate the closer he got. your bodies were so close together you could feel his breath fanning over your face, and you were sure he could hear your heart rapidly beating in your chest. you swallow thickly, straightening yourself and locking your eyes with his.

you gasp loudly, your hand hitting the counter and knocking your beer bottle onto the floor when he wraps his large hand around your throat, squeezing so tightly your vision began to instantly blur from the tears forming in your eyes.

“and you’re a fucking kook princess who thinks the world revolves around her. you think everyone has to fucking like you, but newsflash. you ain’t special either, princess”

you begin clawing at his hand, trying to pry him off of you, but he was much stronger than you. you whimper as he squeezes tighter, his fingers surely bruising the skin of your neck, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched you struggle under his hold. you tried to get words out, wanting to beg him to let you go, but you couldn’t breathe, much less talk, due to the grip he had on you.

“what was that princess? i didn’t quite catch that”

you dig your fingernails into the back of his hand, leaving half crescent shapes in the skin. you use your free hand to continue pushing at his chest, hot tears flowing down your cheeks as you felt your head becoming fuzzy from the lack of oxygen.

jj finally releases your throat, pushing you back into the fridge when he does. you begin gasping for air, trying to suck as much oxygen as you could back into your lungs. “what the fuck jj? are you fucking psychotic?”

you begin rubbing at your throat, trying to ease the sting from where his hands were. another gasp leaves your mouth when jj is in front of you again, bodies so close you could feel his bulge against your thigh through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. he takes his hands and tightly grabs your arms, turning your bodies and pushing your back into the countertop, more pain shoots through you from the impact.

“you really need a fucking attitude adjustment, princess. and i think i know just how to fix it”

your breath hitches in your throat as jj inches his face closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours. you’d be lying if you said the aggression that spewed from him wasn’t a turn on to you, the ache between your legs and arousal pooling into your panties an obvious indicator that you were in fact turned on.

“what- what’re you gonna do? hmm? i bet you don’t even know how to properly fuck a girl” you spit out, your noses brushing over one another as you keep your eyes locked on his.

this just made jj even angrier, he places his hands back around your throat, smashing his lips against yours roughly. you let out a strangled moan when he slips his tongue into your mouth, using the grip on your throat to pull you further into him.

you melt into him for a moment, your lips moving fervently with his. it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, the feel of jj’s hard cock pressed firmly into your thigh making you wetter, needier. he releases your throat, running his hands up the sides of your face and digging his finger into your hair, tugging at it lightly.

your mind begins racing, your senses finally hitting you. you push jj off, slapping him across the face, his head whips to the side from the impact.

“i’m not sleeping with you, jj”

jj slowly turns his head toward you, bringing a hand up to rub at the spot you’d just slapped. “oh yeah? i’d bet you’ve soaked those pretty little panties of yours, why don’t we find out, hmm?”

you begin rapidly shaking your head, biting down on your bottom lip so hard you taste blood. you try to push past jj’s body, but he has you caged in, your back firmly pressed against the counter top. jj’s hands fly to the waistband of your sleep shorts, pushing a hand down and into your panties, his thick fingers running through your slick folds making your head throw back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as you try and stave off your moans.

“what’d i say? you’re fucking soaked, your pussy is begging to be fucked by me”

a small whimper escapes your lips when jj shoves his index finger into your soaked core, thrusting it in and out of you slowly as his dark eyes stay locked on yours. you could see the enjoyment on his face, he enjoyed watching you fall apart for him, he loved the control he had over you in the moment.

and as much as you wanted to push him off of you, tell him to go fuck himself, you were enjoying this too much.

“jj” you breathe out, chest heaving up and down.

he swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, shoving another finger into your cunt. he begins harshly thrusting them in and out of you, his palm firmly pressed against your clit.

you feel your orgasm building inside you, the band threatening to snap when he curves his fingers slightly, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you that no man has ever found.

“i-i’m gonna cum, jj. fuck, s’close!” you whine, grinding yourself against his hand, chasing your high as he pushes his fingers roughly into you. you begin clenching around his fingers, your release threatening to burst out of you.

jj stops, pulling his fingers from inside you and sucking them clean. “mmm, the princess tastes so good, who knew?”

you throw your head up, eyes narrowed toward him in annoyance. “jj what the fuck, why’d you stop?!”

jj chuckles darkly, his hands flying to the back of your hair as he smashes his lips to yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. you moan against his lips when you taste yourself on his tongue.

he pulls your lips from his, holding your head back as his dark eyes burn into yours. “bratty little sluts like you don’t get to cum that easily”

you pout. “but-“ you begin but your words die on your tongue, jj’s tight grip on your hair pulling a whine from your lips. he begins pulling you to the couch by your hair, your legs failing to keep up with his long strides causing you to stumble and trip over your own two feet.

jj tosses you onto the couch, a dark laugh falling from his mouth as he watches you stare back at him in frustration.

“take your clothes off, now”

you hesitantly pull your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor in front of you before you move to pull your shorts and panties down your legs. you feel your face heating up, feeling a little too exposed in front of jj for your liking.

jj sucks in a sharp breath, his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes scanned the length of your naked body.

he takes a step toward you, making you flinch and scoot yourself further into the couch. you weren’t afraid of him, but after the way he’s been all night, it was out of instinct to flinch away from him.

“don’t be scared, gonna fuck the attitude right out of you, and then we can go back to acting like the other doesn’t exist, got it?”

“o-okay”

jj pulls at the waistband of his sweatpants, shoving them down his legs and kicking them to the side. your eyes go wide when you see his impressive length pressed against his thigh through the fabric of his briefs. you’d always heard rumors about jj’s size, but seeing it for yourself, he looked much bigger than you’d expected.

jj leans forward, gripping at your arms and yanking you upright. he pulls you to your feet, sitting on the couch and patting at his legs, making you cock your head to the side in confusion.

“c’mon, lay across my lap”

you do as he says, laying your body across his lap. you weren’t sure what his plan was, but you were too turned on to care, whatever he had in store for you would be worth it.

slap!

you wince, the feel of jj’s hand landing harshly on your ass making you whimper. “what’re you-“ slap! jj’s hand lands another harsh slap against your ass, tears forming in your eyes from the pain left behind.

“just a little discipline, you need to learn not to talk back all the fucking time, not to have such a fucking attitude”

he lands another harsh slap to the other side of your ass, the burn you felt from his hands making tears flow quickly down your face.

jj begins rubbing at your ass, his large hands kneading at the flesh. you sigh in relief when you think he’s finally done with the spanking, but your mind goes blank when you feel him land yet another rough smack.

he pulls you up, sitting you on the couch and wiping his thumb across your cheek. “stop fucking crying”

you sniffle, nodding your head and wiping your tears away from your face.

you watch as jj makes his way toward john b’s room, returning quickly with a condom in hand. you watch in awe as he slides his briefs down his legs, his large cock springing free and slapping at his stomach.

“stop staring, princess. s’not nice” your eyes meet his, an amused smirk on his face when he sees the look of fear in your eyes. he strokes himself a few times before he rips the foil packet open with his teeth, sliding the condom down his length and stepping toward you. “it’ll fit, don’t worry. and if it doesn’t, i’ll make it fit”

you swallow the lump in your throat, nodding your head as you watch him fall onto the couch. “come sit on my cock, want you to ride me”

you stand from your spot on the couch so quickly you trip over your own feet, stumbling forward, hands pressed firmly into jj’s chest. you throw one leg over his waist, straddling him and gripping his cock in one hand. you begin grinding your hips over his length, a low groan pulled from him.

“stop fucking teasing me, i don’t want to have to hurt you again, but i will”

you nod your head, reaching behind you and grasping his cock in your hands, stroking him softly and lining him up with your entrance. you push the head in slowly, gasping when the thick head pushes into you.

jj groans. “fuuuck”

you fully sink yourself onto him, a loud moan falling past your lips. you dig your fingernails into his shoulders, resting your head in the crook of his neck as you sit still, trying to adjust to his size.

jj grips your hips, sliding you up slowly before pushing you back down harshly. your breath hitches in your throat when the head of his cock hits your g-spot. “fuck, jj, fuck!”

he lands a slap to your ass, a whimper falling from your lips at the action. “move, now” jj demands, both his hands landing harsh slaps to your ass cheeks again.

you quickly do as he says, bouncing yourself up and down his length. the sounds of both your skin slapping together, soft whimpers and loud moans fill the room.

jj runs his hands from your hips to your ass, gripping at the flesh hard, landing smacks as you continue to bounce yourself up and down. “such a good fucking slut, bouncing yourself on my cock, the cock of the man that fucking hates you”

you whimper, jj’s cock pushing into you so deep you could feel it in your stomach. the head of his cock continuously hits at your sweet spot, the band in your belly begins to tighten, your vision blurred with tears. “jj, i’m gonna cum- fuck! i’m gonna cum!”

you hear jj tsk, his hands making purchase on your hips again as he stops your movements. “you don’t fucking cum until i say you can, got it? brats don’t get to cum whenever they fucking want”

you whine, your hand slithering between the two of you, fingers finding your clit instantly. you begin rubbing slow circles around your sensitive bud, trying to chase your orgasm despite jj’s telling you no.

jj’s hand grabs yours, pulling it from your clit and twisting your arm behind your back. “are you disobeying me, princess? i would recommend you not do that”

jj begins pounding his hips up into yours, his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot, a string of curses and moans falling from your lips at his continued abuse to your cunt.

“such a tight fucking pussy. who knew the girl i fucking hate would feel so fucking good” jj groans, his voice low and raspy.

he begins placing sloppy kisses around your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. you feel his thrusts getting sloppy, letting you know he was close to his orgasm. “j, can i please cum? please” you whine, tears flowing down your face from the pressure you felt between your thighs.

jj sinks his teeth into your shoulder, his dick stiffening as he bursts into the condom.

“fuckfuck, go on, cum. be a good slut and cum all over me”

his words were all it took to send you flying over the edge, your release bursting from you in body shaking euphoria.

“jj, shit, feels so fucking good jj” you cry out, his hips pounding into you a few more times before he goes limp beneath you.

you rest your head on his shoulder, trying to slow your breathing. jj slaps at your ass, making you lift your head as he lifts you from his lap, tossing you to the side.

jj chuckles, standing from the couch and pulling the condom off of himself, tossing it into the trash. “thanks for that, i’m gonna sleep good now”

he opens the fridge, pulling out a beer and opening it. he takes a long sip as he makes his way back into the living room, grabbing his underwear and sweatpants from the floor and slipping them back on.

“we don’t talk about this, ever. got it? it was just.. hate sex? someone had to fuck the attitude out of you. this changes nothing, you mean nothing to me, and i still hate you”

you sit on the couch, tears beginning to fill your eyes again as you stare at him in shock. you felt dirty, used, hurt. he just fucked you for fun? he still hated you? you were regretting your decision to sleep with him now, even though you never fully said you wanted to, you never said no, never stopped him.

jj laughs darkly at the expression on your face, taking another sip from his beer, his head shaking in amusement as he disappears down the hallway and into john b’s room.

you bring your knees up to your chest, letting silent, choked sobs escape your throat. jj fucking maybank. this changed everything, and now, you fucking hated him as much as he hated you.

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welcometotheravenclawcommonroom · 8 months

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(South) Indian Harry Potter Headcanons:

Harry knew he was Indian (mostly because the Dursley’s used to say racist shit to him) but he didn’t know where in India the potters were from until he went to Hogwarts. He finds out from the Patils, who were close with the potters because desis stick together.

The Patils are from the north and use Hindi to speak to each other. Neither of them knows Telugu/Tamil/Marathi/Malayalam/insert Southern language of choice here (I personally headcanon Telugu because it’s the only Indian language I speak and because there’s a huge diaspora of telugumandi in the west, but feel free to choose whatever you’d like). So Harry has to rediscover his heritage language on his own.

He also studies Sanskrit, and it opens up a HUGE world of spells that they don’t teach at Hogwarts (because of course Indian wizards don’t do spells in Latin). He and the Patils know a bunch of spells that nobody else does.

Harry’s pleat game is ON POINT. It makes sense, since he had to do all the chores at the Dursley’s and that includes perfectly folded and ironed laundry with the edges aligned neatly, or else he would risk being punished. But the result is that if you want your saree drape to pass the inspection of even the most judgemental auntie, you go to Harry to help with your pleats.

Even when they’ve graduated and all have their own homes, it’s a pretty regular sight for the Patil twins to come through Harry’s floo, half dressed, to have Harry pleat their sarees or their lehenga dupatta for them.

Harry LOVES spices. The dursleys only liked bland food, but Harry has always liked flavorful foods, and has no problem with (hot) spicy food either. He uses lots of spices in his own cooking now. His food is very flavorful, but when he’s cooking for himself, it’s too spicy for all his friends (even the Patils). So nobody can eat his leftovers unless he was specifically cooking with other people in mind. Ron learned this the first time he rummaged through Harry’s fridge after a night of drinking. Now Harry labels all his food as to whether or not it’s “Harry spicy”.

James LOVED to buy Lily sarees. He’d order them with custom, wizard-themed designs from weaving villages in south India. The women who made them assumed he was just very imaginative, so he wasn’t violating the statute of secrecy since saree patterns are often vibrant and unique. Harry finds some of them in the old potter manor, and they still smell like the perfumes and scented oils his mother would wear when James took her to the local temple for Hindu holidays.

Indian witches often store extra magic in or enchant pieces of their copious jewelry with spells that can keep them safe if they’re ever in a situation where they don’t have their wands. stuff like, each bangle can function as an emergency portkey that can take you to different safe locations if you say the activation word, or ones that create an instant magical shield when you tap them. Harry finds some of his mothers gajulu, gives them to his female friends.

He ties Rhaki on Ron and Neville, and all the weasley boys. Ron was the first person he ever tied it on, because Ron was the first person who he ever bonded with, and his closest brother.

Harry always cooks idli sambar or dosa for his friends for breakfast the next morning after a night of drinking together, and it’s the perfect hangover food because it definitely brings you back to full alertness/knocks the last bit of post-hangover grogginess right out of your system.

Harry’s parselmouth abilities are valued in his native culture because of the sacredness of snakes in Hinduism, and it comes to be something he’s really proud of (personally I think the ‘parselmouth connected to the horcrux’ thing is dumb, so I’ve always imagined Harry was just naturally a parselmouth).

As the number of Indian immigrants/expats continues to grow after they graduate, Harry helps some of his students (he’s the DADA teacher) start the Hogwarts “South Asian Student Union”.

He always has snacks out for his students when they come to visit his office hours, and they’re all Indian snacks and sweets. His personal favorite is kaju barfi, but he always has a good variety of both sweet and spicy treats, especially for stressed out owl and newts students.

He collaborates with Hermione, who works in the ministry, to make it mandatory for Hogwarts students to a “foreign magical language” course so they can broaden both their minds and their spell repertoires. Padma Patil becomes the “Sanskrit Spells” teacher, and Seamus teaches “Irish Gaelic”. (It took him a little longer to get his course started, since it turns out that at least 40% of Gaelic spells are just increasingly complicated and violent ways to repel the English).

Hermione and Harry also work together to make sure there are employees in the international magical cooperation department who specialize in post-colonial relations, because the magical world also has its issues with that colonialist mindset towards countries that were formerly part of the empire.

Just south Indian Harry embracing his heritage, learning about what was ripped from him, and using it to enact meaningful change in a multicultural magical society.

#mod des #hp #Harry Potter #South Indian Harry Potter #desi harry potter #Tamil Harry Potter #Telugu Harry Potter #Marathi Harry Potter #kannada Harry Potter #diverse magical world #also fuck jkr #Malay Harry potter

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bishh-kanya · 2 years

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Things Desiblr made me realise & do :

That it's actually really cool to be a Desi .

Old Bollywood movies >>>>

Every Desi girl should wear saree and wear bindi and feel like a retro Indian movie star.

Indian history supports queer people , so whenever your aunt is being homophobic , proudly say her , she knows nothing !!!!! If you wanna know more read "Shikhandi " by Devdutt Pattanaik .

What as an Indian man are you doing if you aren't writing poetry?

That nothing can compare to Indian humour .

Indian goddess are the actual baddies .

Haseena's and brown munde's >>>>> rest of population.

Ittar >>> perfume .

Urdu & Persian poetry are top tier .

Kannada devotional writers like Akka Mahadevi are like diamond in the dust .

A gajra >>>french kiss.

Jasmine & lotus are not just flowers .

Pasoori rules the world right now .

Be free like Geet and bounce back like Bulbul .

Madhubala is the embodiment of being gorgeous and cute at the same time .

Rekha is a Siren .

Learning Sanskrit is a rich experience .

Draupadi's vengeance created wars , so can yours .

Kishore Kumar for rain , Lata Mangeshkar for prem .

Alka Yagnik for feeling confident .

Indian rap is richer and sounds more poetic .

96 sanskrit words for love >>>>> the word love .

South Indian movies have the perfect balance of romance and action .

Khanjar is mightier than a sword.

Ye Maharani banke kaha ja rahi hai >>>> you look beautiful honey.

The tension between me and a cute boy at a puja pandal >>>>>>> speed of the earth rotation .

Gold >>>> any other metal

Chandni raat is for romance .

Talk to me in ghazals and geets only !

And many more .......

Writing this made me love being an Indian more !!!!!

If you want add yours , I'd love to read.

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s6onder · 4 months

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miguel o'hara x desi!f!reader hcs (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

fluff. divider by v6que. i barely see any content with miguel and desi reader so i wanted to write something because desi rep is important!!

he learns how to make chai just for you

knows exactly how much milk and sugar you like, which brand of patti you prefer

drinks chai with you sometimes during the evening after he's done with work

LOVESSS DESI FOOD

the first time he tried it he let out a groan and commented on how good it was

one time you both ordered nihari with naan

he was mesmerized by the way you ate with your hands

thought you looked graceful

stared at you and tried mimicking your actions until you glanced at him

when you asked him what he was doing he turned into a flustered mess while he made up an excuse as to why he totally wasn’t staring at you

he thinks mehndi is beautiful and lets you use his hands to practice designs

one time he fell asleep with his hand against his face and woke up with a flower pattern on his cheek (personal experience here)

cue the widening eyes when you tell him that mehndi lasts for about a few weeks

he’ll have spiderpeople snickering at him while he's being serious

whenever you both are going out somewhere and you wear traditional clothes be prepared because this man is obsessed

his jaw is on the floor as you come out in a kurti, shalwar kameez, saree, lehenga, etc

cannot and will not take his eyes (and hands) off of you

will shower you in compliments

"look at you, amor." "my beautiful girl." "you’re so gorgeous.” "i still can't believe you're mine."

he's fallen in love all over again

he will 100% be protective of you when those aunties talk to you

uses witty remarks to get them to leave you both alone

will comfort you if their comments hurt you

“look at me, querida. what they said isn’t true. they wanted to get under your skin because they’re insecure and judgmental. whatever they said doesn't define anything. believe me, you’re perfect. so perfect for me. i love you no matter what. i always will."

the first time he tried kohl his eyes started watering

he got used to it after a while

makes his eyes look super pretty

flutters his eyelashes because you asked.. loves the squeal he receives in response

you take pictures of him when he wears it because he looks wayy too fine

"baby, i think that's enough-"

"one more picture. c'mon, for me?"

he can never say no to you

#desi reader #desi #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel atsv #miguel ohara #miguel 2099 #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel ohara fluff #miguel ohara x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel x reader #miguel fluff

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mayakimayahai · 6 months

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Kill lady

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An: as promised here it is, take it easy on me okay? This is just my way of giving him the kill lady he truly deserves (is that foreshadowing? Yes? No? Maybe..well okay only a little bit) hope you like it

Summary: after the meeting is over he realizes the quite innocent girl in the corner was a wolf in sheep's clothing, he doesn't really mind it tho

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The sun was beginning to set letting the evening clouds take over, a breeze of cold air sent a shiver down her spine while she hid behind one of the pillars waiting for her opportunity

He finally walked out the room after finishing up some stuff after the meeting was over

He walked through the corridor with a frown on his face opening a few buttons to let some air in

The cold air was starting to get to her, maybe a saree wasn't the best choice, she shivered making her hair fall on her face frustrating her further

Making a make shift bun she put in on of her daggers to keep it still

Her eyes found him again, him walked along the open collider made it easy to monitor him

The others had left..well minus Kamal

His head was around somewhere

She was glad he killed him, wasn't exactly ethical to kill your own client

He saved her the trouble

Someone rushed after him with a file in hand but with a single flick of his wrist he dismissed him giving her the perfect opportunity

He was alone with no one to bother him for a while

She tucked the pallu of her saree in her waist, putting on the silencer on the gun while putting on her glasses again

Soft air touched her shoulder making her push her hair back

Holding her gun properly she slowly creeped up behind him

She quickly caught up to him, when looking Around she noticed they were the only two people on the floor

He held her wrist, her eyes widened but before she could withstand the shock he knocked the gun out of her hands

She looked at the gun on the ground cursing at herself for not being more vigilant "tum?" He looked at her amused making her face him

He was more amused than angry

You really shouldn't underestimate a pretty face but it doesn't always turn out too bad

She grunted launching at him but he dodged her easily, she shouldn't have underestimated him but she sure enjoyed a challenge

Pulling out of her daggers she got away when he tried to grab her

She winked pushing him against the wall with her knife at his throat

The smile she had on her face was shortlived as he hit her wrist knocking the knife out of her hand

He held her wrist turning them around so she was the one against the wall

His hot breath reached her face as he looked at her still not quite believing this, she huffed a smile pushing him back with a kick to his stomach

He stumbled backwards but that gorgeous smile never left his face

He truly was amushed holding his stomach he chuckled "aayela kill lady?"

She smirked liking this a little too much, he was different..she liked it

She lunged at him again but he held her arms pushing her more into the wall examining her eyes "apun ko maarne aayi hai?" He smiled

He had never seen someone like this and it truly showed in his eyes that he couldn't believe himself

And she was here for him? That did things to his heart

"Dikh nahi raha" she flashed him a smile with her lips pressed in a line as she punched his neck getting him to leave her alone

He stumbled backwards taking a minute to recover giving her the opportunity to grab her gun off the floor

Coming back up he smiled having the time of his life

He couldn't believe it forgetting everything except her

He was ready to die at her hands right here if she pleased

Her eyes shined as he stared at them slowly and sensually loosing his mind

He wasn't even mad about it

She came at him again, this time he didn't even stop her- but something did

A ring

Flashing of her earpiece

She cursed under her breath tapping twice to answer it while having him pinned against the wall with her forearm on his neck "kinda in the middle of something right now" she snarled

Her being distracted like this gave him the perfect opportunity to look at her all he wanted

Her jhumke chimed as she talked her way through

He was mesmerized

Her on the other hand she didn't know who she wanted to kill herself or peirce

She picked the worst times

And didn't even apologize for it

Ofcourse why would she, she was the boss after all

Maya couldn't wait to be rid of her

"Stop" the voice came through making her eyes widen while he looked at her dumbfounded

"wHat??" She took a step back not believing this, the nerve of this women

He didn't like the frown on her face and streched out his fingers to touch her forehead getting some hair out of her face

That made her jerk her head in his direction fuming with anger while he just smirked "I need you to leave NOW maya" the voice came through again making her mutter a few curses

"You want me to leave the mission" maya asked digging her gun into his chest making him wrap his fingers around her wrist

She couldn't quite make out the expression on his face

She was too busy reasoning with peirce to even think for a second what was going on inside his head

"Kill him isn't worth the price maya come back now" she said hanging up the phone leaving maya open mouthed

"Wha- did she just??" She closed her eyes running a hand over her face "that bitch" she muttered

She closed her eyed taking deep breaths

She had him

Just one click of his gun and his body would be on the floor right now bleeding out

But no THAT-

She took deep breaths trying to stay calm

She could just squeeze her tiny little neck watching as the air slowly left her body

She was almost done

The mission was over- but no she had to intrupt her like this

She backed up closing her eyes trying to keep herself calm

"Kismat achi hai tumhari" she let out a bitter chuckle taking her pallu out letting it fall and securing her gun in place

She turned away a gush of wind taking out her frustration

Before leaving she didn't know what got into her but she turned around to face him once again

He took in the sight infront of him

His face instantly relaxed

His heart on the other hand?

It appeared it had a different plan

Her brows knitted "main nahi toh koi aur" she looked at the floor "zinda rehna" she breathed "Reh sakte ho" she turned once again

But before she could leave his fingers curled around her wrist

Her head snapped back fury in her eyes "leaving sona?" He asked that smirk not leaving his face

"Itni jaldi" his fingers tightened while he pulled her towards him, her anklet chiming while her pallu collided with his face

His eyes met hers as he softly took the net off his face

He pulled her away from the stairs "tum!" She shrieked trying to pull her arm away but he just chuckled dragging her into the last room of the corridor

She couldn't kill him anymore

The consequences weren't worth his head

Oh but it would look so good as a decorative piece in her room

Such pretty eyes

Shining when the sun touches them

She struggled trying to pull herself away but he pulled her into the room with ease

His hand left hers making her stumble for a second before she caught herself

Her eyes scanned the room

There were a few people in there

Approximately 6 or 7 excluding them

"Mereko ko marne ki koshish karne ke baad aase toh nahi jaane de sakta" he gave her half a smile

She laughed at the absurdity "zinda chood diya khush raho" she turned Around but his goons surrounded her

Did he think she could not leave? Ha this guy

"Kisne bheja tujhe sona?" He leaned on his side letting his elbow sit on the armrest while he leaned on his fist

"Tumhe marne aakeli aae. yahan se bahar nahi nikal paungi?" she laughed looking at the guys who thought too highly of themselves

If she wanted to she could burn this place to the ground without even a flick of her wrist

But that would attract too much attention and she would be answerable to the old hag

"Kisne bheja tujhe sona" he asked again

She sighed not giving him the time of day and looking back at the two guys blocking the exit

Two guys? Easy

Collateral damage

Peirce couldn't really blame her for collateral damage now could she? Maya smirked

Finally a way to take out her frustration

She wasn't going to hurt him but that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun

She turned Around but his mean held her back while he sat on the chair all powerful watching the scene unfold

She chuckled making him frown

"Tumhe nahi mar sakti par.." she smiled

She turned to her left making the guy's hold tighten around her and his jaw clench at the sight

He was relived when she let out a low and small smile

She hit his shoulder but he didn't budge and she couldn't exactly get to her weapon being a little tied up at the moment

Looking up to meet his eyes she kicked on of them in the shin to make him fall to his knees

She dug her heel into his leg as her fist collided with his nose making him scream in agony as she crawled back holding his nose

This gave her the perfect opportunity to pull our her knife to stab the other one

Her knife entered his throat like hot knife on melted butter she truly loved the process

Sliding the knife down his throat making some of his blood splash onto her own neck she pulled out the knife

His hands made their way to this throat but he couldn't do anything except look helpless

The first one tried to get up but she just kicked his leg once more making him sit still in his place, she graced him with a knife right between his eyes

Once he fell to the ground as well she cracked her next

No one else dared to move from their place, his palm stopping them keeping them where they are

she took of her glasses inspecting them "tsk" she wiped the blood with the pallu of her saree

"So where were we" their eyes met

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