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skymaiden32 · 10 months

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Toxicity

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Fandom: Thunderbirds

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn (Please ask if you would like to be updated when I update or post new stories.)

Consider this a late birthday present for our boy Virgil! ^^

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Virgil smiled gently at Kyrano, who gave him a respectful nod when he saw him coming. But there was also something else there. The manservant’s desperation to get what he wanted to say off his chest was palpable, and who was Virgil to keep him waiting?

“So…” Virgil started. “What did you want to tell me?” Kyrano gave him a fearful look. “Kyrano?” He prompted.

“We…” Kyrano began. “We are in grave danger on this island, Virgil…”

Virgil froze. “What do you mean? Surely, we’re safer here than anywhere else…” Despite the conviction he pushed into them, he wasn’t sure he believed his own words.

“I feel my brother's influence here, stronger than ever before…” Kyrano frowned. “Even if he is not here, one of his people is…”

That was the only warning Virgil got before Kyrano was hit in the back of the head with something particularly heavy, dropping to the floor. Virgil’s medic training immediately kicked in, and he scrambled to carefully pick the man up and run toward relative safety, swiftly motioning for Tin-Tin to follow as he passed her in the hallway. Noticing the frantic look on his face, and Kyrano in a bad way in his arms, she was more than happy to oblige, furious at whoever would want to hurt her kind-hearted father.

All the while as they ran to the medbay, the safest place Virgil could think of, their pursuer was hot on their heels. Virgil frowned as he almost fell through the doorway, passing Kyrano off to his daughter when she made it through and locked the door behind her. The intruder pounded on the door, yelling profanities at the people who had locked themselves inside. Thick and made of Cahelium, the door was built to withstand any attack thrown at it. They were safe in here. For now…

“What are we going to do, Virgil?” Tin-Tin was already doing her best to clean Kyrano’s headwound, and Virgil grabbed a roll of bandages to get started on wrapping it up.

“We’ll think of something, Tin.” Virgil finished bandaging up Kyrano’s head, hoping that he would wake up soon. “We’ve got to…”

Alan had never flown home so fast in his life. The second Jeff had been cleared to leave the hospital and go home, they’d all booked it out. While waiting for his father's discharge, he’d come to a chilling realisation. Virgil and the Kyrano’s were the only ones on the Island right now. With everyone distracted, it would be all too easy for the Hood to hit them where it hurt, a concern he’d long since made clear to the family he had with him. The thought somehow scared him more than everything else that was going on.

“Breath, Alan…” His father’s voice from behind brought him out of his panic. “You can do this. Conduct it just like you would a normal rescue. Establish contact with Virgil first, and then go from there.”

The island blipped up onto the radar, and Alan forced himself to take his father’s advice and took a shaky breath in. And then out. In. And out. Determined, he flicked open his comms. “Virgil, this is Alan. Come in please.” The static was almost deafening. “Virgil? Virgil, come in…” Still nothing. Alan licked his dry lips nervously, and tried one last time. “Please answer, big brother. Don’t tell me I’ve lost you too…”

A low chuckle was barely heard on the other end of the line, although it was difficult to miss the hint of panic in Virgil’s tone. “As if, sprout. You people are stuck with me.” There was a loud bang, and Virgil inhaled sharply. “If I manage to get this jokester off my back, that is…”

Alan’s breath hitched. “W-What? Virgil, what’s going on?”

“Are you on your way home?”

“Yes. And that doesn’t answer my question, you know…” Alan replied, anxiety through the roof at this point. “I’ve just made visual contact with the island Virg, so you better tell me fast. Yesterday fast…”

There were a series of mild curse words on the other end. Their grandmother gave the radio a glare. “Language, young man!”

“Sorry, Grandma.” Virgil muttered as the banging increased. “We have an intruder on the island…” Virgil admitted, causing gasps all around. “They must have come with the police team earlier. That’s the only time they could’ve. Me and the Kyranos are dealing with it. We have a plan.” His nervous grin was almost audible. “This medbay has another entrance, right?”

“Y-Yes, V-V-Virgil. A hi-hidden o-one.” Brains replied, stutter worse than it usually was with the added stress. “I-It leads d-directly to th-the west beach. There’s n-no other w-way there, u-unless y-you go through the j-jungle.”

“Perfect.” Was Virgil’s reply. “I’ll send the Kyranos out there while I deal with our home invader.” What he said next caught them all off guard. “Take Thunderbird Two and meet them there. Thunderbird One is down, so John and Gordon will need your help getting her home.”

“But Virgil-” Alan was promptly cut off.

“Look, we all know the risks of launching a Thunderbird while a non-IR operative is on the island, especially uninvited. But we don’t have a choice. This is likely one of the Hood’s agents anyway, so he’ll know about us…”

Jeff hummed, making his presence known. “I’m not sure about this, son. What if this isn’t one of the Hood’s men? I know the chances are low, but hypothetically speaking?”

Virgil sighed. “Either way, he’s invaded our home. And he attacked Kyrano. Let’s show him why you don’t mess with the Tracys…” The pounding somehow got louder. “The sound of Two’s launch should divert his attention, and I’ll be able to get the drop on him.”

“Virgil…” Alan was close to pleading.

“What other choice do we have?” His brother asked as the jet landed. The bang on the other end stopped. “He knows you’re there. Get to Two. Now! All of you!” Virgil whispered harshly.

“FAB, Virgil.” Alan’s voice was shaky. He fumbled with his belt, hearing the other three members of his family do the same. “Be careful…” Before his brother could reply, he clicked the radio off.

The four of them dropped out of the plane, rushing for the much larger green craft just behind the steel doors in front of them. Thunderbird Two was awaiting them in all her glory. Jeff frowned, and spun quickly to his son. “You fly Two, Alan. Take Brains and your grandmother, pick up Kyrano and Tin-Tin from the west shore, and then get the heck out of dodge. I’m going to help your brother.”

Alan gave him a look. “You just got out of the hospital!”

The patriarch smirked. “And I shall celebrate my newfound health by smacking this guy upside the head.” Alan opened his mouth to argue, and Jeff pulled him into a hug, silencing him. “Go. Don’t make me give you an order, young man.” Alan squeezed back.

“Okay…” The youngest Tracy boy relented. “Only if you don’t push yourself too hard.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth, Alan.” Ruth huffed, folding her arms. She fixed Jeff with a stare. He gave her a hard look back.

“We don’t have time to argue about this, mother.” He sighed. “We’ve got a plan, so let’s follow it. And hope we all make it out…”

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A whole ocean and an entirely different country away from the chaos that the Tracy’s lives had become as of late, the young woman they depended on to run International Rescue’s vast secret agent network peered over the edge of her seat to look at the road behind her iconic pink Rolls Royce, and frowning at the brown car that had been tailing them for the past ten minutes, much to her chauffeur and most loyal friend’s chagrin, even though he would never show it.

“‘E’s still following us, then, m’lady?” Aloysius Parker asked, breaking into her thoughts.

“I’m afraid so, Parker.” Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward sighed as she turned forward once again, pushing her short blonde hair out of her eyes. “This whole business is becoming quite tiresome…” There was no need for her to elaborate. They both knew exactly what their old friend’s were dealing with.

Parker hummed in concern. “Should h’I deal with this joker, ma’am?”

Penny thought for a moment, but ultimately shook her head. “No. At least, not yet.” She gave her friend a knowing grin. “Let’s make sure he is who we think he is first. This is a busy motorway after all, and we wouldn’t want to cause a scene.”

“Yes, m’lady.”

And so, they drove on, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Until eventually, they were on a clear stretch of road, and the other car slowly but surely pulled up alongside them, Penelope calmly staring the driver dead in the eye as his passenger raised his gun. She maintained that eye contact even as the car pulled in front of them. “Big mistake…” She smiled. “Fire at will, Parker.”

One shot was all it took, and the hostile car skidded out of control, the driver struggling to control the vehicle with just three tires. FAB 1 sped past, the occupants smirking at their victory.

“Good shooting, Parker.” Penelope praised.

“Thank you, ma’am…” Parker replied, a little bashfully. “‘Ome, m’lady?” He added, more than ready to get some much needed rest after the week of chaos they’d had.

The noblewoman turned secret agent sighed. “I’m afraid not, Parker. Not just yet, at least.” She turned her attention to the flashing light in front of her, a sure sign that another member of International Rescue was trying to get in contact with her. “It appears as though we’ll be away from our own beds for just a bit longer. First, there’s a call I need to answer.”

Her eyes widened at the SOS signal that appeared on her screen, before she frowned, the snippets of a plan forming in her mind. “Southampton Port, Parker, as fast as you can! We’ll need FAB 2. We have a trip to Malaysia to organise and some friends to contact about it…”

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Tin-Tin hauled her semi-conscious father along the long and winding path down to their little rendezvous point, adjusting her hold on him every once in a while. Virgil had given her a small communicator before they’d split up, making sure that they could remain in contact. She breathed a sigh of relief when the beach finally came into view, and gently laid her father on the golden sand next to a medium sized boulder, making sure that they were well hidden if the Hood’s agent managed to get past Virgil and Jeff and find his way down to the beach.

“We’re in position.” She spoke as clearly as she could into the device.

Her boyfriend was the one who replied, and it suddenly hit Tin-Tin just how much she’d grown to miss him in just the single day he’d been gone. “FAB. Thunderbird 2, ready for take-off, Father.” Tin-Tin couldn’t see the gentle green giant of International Rescue, but she didn’t need to in order to visualise the craft’s nose pointed up into the sky, as always, ready to come to somebody’s rescue. In this case, the entire core of the International Rescue team.

Virgil grunted, keeping his voice low to avoid the intruder from perhaps getting a clue as to what they were planning. “Ready and waiting.”

Jeff Tracy’s voice rang clear and true across the comms. “Alright. I’ve got eyes on him now.” The patriarch took a deep breath, quickly scanning the skies above for any prying eyes. Crisis or not, they still had a secret to keep. “Thunderbird 2, you’re clear for launch.”

And then everything happened at once.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #virgil tracy #kyrano thunderbirds #tin tin kyrano #alan tracy #jeff tracy #grandma tracy #brains thunderbirds #aloysius parker #lady penelope creighton ward #sky writes stuff #penny and parker weren't originally gonna be in this story...#but they have minds of their own and found a way in anyway XD #story: toxicity

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bixels · 22 days

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Scary Sunset.

I'm concepting things way outta order in this story, but I'm sure you can piece things together. Context is for a storybeat where, after defeating and capturing Adagio (thus having all three sirens in her possession), Sunset enacts her revenge plot to release the sirens on Canterlot as Thea discovers she's been manipulated. In a confrontation, the two scuffle and fight over the siren orbs while Sunset struggles with her conflicting wants and emotions.

#mlp #sunset shimmer #twilight sparkle #twiset #the orbs are the glass balls sunset carries on her back btw its in her cast line up art #deep down sunset hates thea. she was named “twilight” by celestia. the time of day succeeding sunset. she was always her replacement #but at this point in the story sunset's also fallen for thea. so it's also a conflict of wills in sunset. love or hatred.#hence the “don't make me do this” language. she's rationalizing her hatred and violence as thea forcing her hand and getting in her way #when in reality she doesn't need to do any of this. it's her last stand and outburst to cling to a life of revenge that she's grown too #fond of. because she knows thea has the power to change that and disrupt her identity as a pathetic victim who fell from glory #and that's scary. thea's a very scary thing to sunset because suddenly sunset wants something and to be someone new.#she suddenly wants to change. to be better for someone else. and she never thought or believed that could be an option for her #anyways toxic yuri yayyy #my art #the grand galloping 20s #character design #i hope i got across the pained conflicted emotions in sunset's face tho i belabored over them these past 3 days #i hope a look of anger and dissonance and guilt and “oh god i don't really wanna hurt you please just obey me” while trying to intimidate #is readable. if so it's all in the eyebrows babey

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month

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I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wen ning #wei wuxian #wen qing #jiang cheng #Truly Massive disclaimer here: I am a Jiang Cheng enjoyer. I like his character. I enjoy that he is very flawed and volatile.#This episode of the audio drama has a lot of great breakdown scenes featuring JC - and they all deserve a feature.#But underlying this comic is a small meta comment of 'ah man I have too many comics of JC just wailing sadly'#My goal is to draw 6-8 comics per episode - I sometimes have to truncate and cut good scenes out.#Especially when a large majority is just different flavours of trauma and toxic relationships to your self-worth.#I would also like to make a note here that just because you lose the ability to do something that is very tied to your core identity-#-does not mean your life is over. It will feel like the end of the world. It will send you into a spiral of grief. It will hurt so badly.#Sometimes we do not realize how tied up our identities can be in certain things until we are cut loose.#You don't lose yourself. I promise the pain will fade in time. I promise you will find other things to tether you. I promise you will be ok #Life moves forwards. Time moves forwards. You move forwards.#Ego death just means an opportunity for ego rebirth. You are never committed to being the same person forever.#To wrap this around to JC: Yeah I love the twist with the core transfer but man I would have loved to see JC accept the loss.#Obviously it happens for a reason (story) but I can have my AUs. I can have these 'what-ifs'.#described in alt text #I'm trying it out! *please* give me feedback - I want to eventually Add image ID to all of these comics one day

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misstycloud · 1 year

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Yandere CEO Headcanon

Yandere!CEO who is known to be cold and strict, because he leaves no room for any sort of mistake. As a result, all the employees are scared to bits around him.

Yandere!CEO who despite his outer appearance is in fact very lonely, though he refuses to admit it to anyone. He barely even accepts it himself. Him, the powerful and successful business man; lonely? Pffft! No, no, that’s absurd.

Yandere!CEO who has everyone shocked when you managed to melt his icy heart. They wondered if he even had one to begin with. He must have, considering how he acted while with you.

Yandere CEO who is blown away the moment he realised his feelings for you. It was warm and fuzzy, and gave him butterflies- something that’s never happened before. However wonderful it felt, there was something else brewing alongside it. Something a tad bit…darker.

Yandere!CEO who simply can’t help but spoil you. He wants to give you everything your little heart desires, he won’t say no, it doesn’t matter what it is the answer is yes. You want a new dress? Done! You saw a diamond necklace you really like? It’s yours! Do you wish to go on a trip overseas? He’ll gladly come with!

Yandere!CEO who will let you have anything except freedom. There was no way you’d be allowed anywhere without him by your side. You belong to him just as he belongs to you, you are two halves of one.

Yandere!CEO who hates everyone who is not you. You are his sanctuary; his all. The person he can’t imagine being apart from.

“I will buy you anything and everything you can ever ask for, but I won’t let you leave me. That is the one thing you can’t have.”

#oc #obsessed #yandere #possesive #toxic #male yandere #bad relationships #yandere oc #short story #yandere boyfriend #yandere x reader #yandere CEO #rich yandere #wealth #CEO

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fuckmeyer · 1 month

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the choice between Edward & Jacob is not a question of which relationship is healthier or which partner is best suitable for Bella. neither is correct. neither is best. neither produces a happy ending for Bella. at the end of the day this is still a vampire novel. any choice Bella could make would yield, at best, a bittersweet happily ever after.

if she chooses Edward, she gets the terrifying Breaking Dawn ending: a girl who rejected her call to grow up has hung her love & her eternity on an emotionally stunted partner who hates himself marginally less than he loves her. she's a teen mom with a kid she never wanted who perpetuates the generational trauma passed down from her parents. by keeping this child, the Cullens have set the stage for an uprising/cold war against the Volturi who are likely to take revenge in order to maintain power. Bella is living in a tenuous "dream come true" wrapped in a nightmare & doesn't realize it.

choosing Jacob is the true coming-of-age ending that rips the stitches out of a wound that never fully healed. even if we ignore the fact that she ends up with a man who sexually assaulted her (we must bear in mind Jacob's character is influenced by smeyer's racism, but it did happen), they can't have a secure romantic relationship. based on the high imprinting rate of the pack, Jacob will likely find his imprint in his lifetime & will lose himself to the imprintee. he will no longer be her Jacob. he will inevitably abandon her (whether he wants to or not), & she must reconcile with the reality that she will always be inadequate to Jacob's imprint. & say he never manages to escape the vampires? he will presumably not age for a long time, meaning the relationship Bella always feared with Edward (her being an old grandmother while he stays forever young) remains a possibility. this is the story of a girl who slaps a Band Aid on an open wound & calls herself healed while flinching every time she sees the shadow of the knife that cut her.

if she chooses neither (team therapy), her healing requires her to lose or be at least partially disconnected from everyone she cares about. Bella must spend the rest of her life shut out from one world while never fully existing in her human world ever again. she must always keep secrets. she can never go back home. even in the unlikely event that she manages to escape the Volturi, the threat of being hunted by vampires will never leave her. in addition, she must face her worst fears (aging, losing Edward) while always keeping in mind the immortal life that could have been hers, if only.

even the "healthiest" option produces scars that will never quite heal.

Twilight is a horror. Twilight is a vampire novel. Twilight is gothic. Twilight is fiction. neither Edward nor Jacob is a "bad" choice because neither will give Bella her happily ever after. the choice between Edward & Jacob is simply a matter of which horror story you prefer to read.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #bella swan #the twilight saga #edward cullen #twilight saga #twilight meta #not to be a downer but the edward/jacob feud is silly #i understand this feud will continue in perpetuity because controversy & drama will always garner attention in online spaces etc #but the idea that either of these men will provide the happy story some people in this fandom want is an illusion #because no matter what happens The Twilight Saga still operates in the context of the vampire/gothic genre which by design can't produce #a 100% happy ending. the vampire itself reflects the inner anxieties of a society - & isolation & change & death - etc.#these are anxieties that can be alleviated thru vamp media. they can be escaped but never solved. which is part of the horror of the genre #The Horror Will Not Go Away #& in this respect Twilight is NOT the exception to the rule.#'oh but it's a YA romance so-' yeah so the black walls get wallpapered. they're still black underneath & nothing changes that #i wish we were able to debate the choice between Edward & Jacob while still bearing in mind neither choice is wrong #i think this fandom would be a lot less toxic & mean to each other for no fuckin reason but oh well

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sinfonia-relativa · 10 months

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No dejé de amarte ni en las noches en que me dormía llorando por ti.

Alexander Alay.

#escritos #notas #frases #citas #sinfonia-relativa #sad stories #sad poem #sad quotes #quotes #llorar #lágrimas #toxic relationship #alexanderalay #alay #agosto 2023

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quietly00 · 2 months

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you know what? i hope ivan is a trauma for till. i want him to see his body in the back of his mind all the time. i want him to remember their childhood. i want him haunted by the ghost of ivan. i want him remember how the kiss felt. i want him to see ivan’s smile whenever he thinks of giving up. i want him to be angry and confused. i want him cry. i want him to write a song about it. i wanted him to be permanently altered. i want him to finally see ivan. even if it’s too late.

#(i want ivan flashbacks pleas pleas please keep him in the story)#I CRAVE THE TOXIC YAOI #alnst #alien stage #alien stage round 6 #alien stage till #alien stage ivan #ivantill #quiet talk

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sourlove · 1 month

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YANDERE KING PART II 👑(GN READER)

TW: OBSESSION, YANDERE THEMES, JEALOUSY, VIOLENCE, IMPLIED TORTURE

READ PART 1 HERE

You had never heard a room fall silent the way it did when you stepped in.

It was lunchtime and King Henry had demanded politely requested that you join him and some foreign dignitaries for a meal in the grand hall. However, none of the aforementioned were present. Instead, the Queen and her servants stared at you coldly as you halted by the entrance.

"Good afternoon, Your majesty," you greeted with a bow. "My apologies for-"

"You. Come here." The hall was empty, so the Queen's voiced echoed, coldly.

You glanced up and nervously stepped towards her. The head butler stood there as well, but he sneered at you when you looked at him. Queen Penelope's maids, two nasty girls who constantly tried to make your life miserable, began to whisper to themselves, eyes trained on your neck. Actually, you noticed that all of them seemed to be looking at your neck.

With a sinking feeling, you looked down at the garishly ornate necklace the King insisted you wear to lunch.

"It's the same color as my eyes. I want you to wear it and think of me," Henry had whispered into your ear as he clasped it around your neck. You hadn't thought much of it and had just planned to wear it for the afternoon and stuff it in a drawer with all the other gifts Henry had forced on you.

"That necklace, where did you get it from?" the Queen asked stiffly. Her face gave away nothing but disgust and hatred for you.

"Ah, this? It was His majesty that gave it to me, Your majesty," you replied, reaching up to touch the giant chunk of sapphire swinging from the thick gold chain.

"Liar!" One of the maids cried. "It is the same one the King gave Her Majesty on their wedding night! The one that went missing!"

The temperature suddenly dropped as you realized the situation you had just walked into. You opened your mouth to defend yourself but nothing came out, making Queen Penelope snap in anger.

"You dare try to make excuses? Hold them down!"

The two maids immediately grabbed your arms, fingernails painfully digging into your skin. The butler scoffed, "Of course someone of your status would resort to theft."

The Queen roughly yanked the necklace off you. "A filthy concubine," she hissed. "Dares to sneak around my chambers? You must think you can get away with anything just because you're warming the King's bed. But let me tell you something." She lowered her voice as if she were sharing a secret. "He will soon tire of you, and I will take great pleasure in dealing with you the same way I dealt with others who dared to think they were beyond their station."

You licked your lips shakily and stammered out, "Y-your majesty, I swear there must have been some kind of mistake. Hen-The King truly gave me that necklace! I would never dare to-"

Her rings caught on your face when she hit you and you stumbled back, only held up by her giggling maids. A warm, metallic taste filled your mouth. Blood. "How dare you speak his name?! You will regret ever crawling into his bed, you vile wench!"

She raised her her hand again to land another blow until a booming voice froze everyone in place.

"What is going on here?!"

Henry looked furious as he stormed into the grand hall, closely followed by an entourage of people; guards, servants and the dignitaries you were supposed to have lunch with. Before you could even begin to feel embarrassed, the maids holding you fled to stand behind their mistress, leaving you to stagger into Henry's arms.

His blue eyes scanned you and took in your bruised face, his face twisting into an expression you had never seen before. "Penelope!" he barked. "What is the meaning of this? Explain yourself immediately!"

The Queen balked at the face of his pure, unadulterated rage, but still pointed an accusatory finger at you. "My necklace! Th-they stole it from my chambers and paraded around claiming that you gave it to them!" All of a sudden, she burst into tears and you gaped at her. Who exactly was the victim here? "I-I just lost my temper, because that necklace is so dear to me! You gave it to me as a wedding gift!"

You could already feel the nasty looks being sent in your direction and shrunk back. Henry looked down at your trembling form and bloody mouth, seemingly unaffected by Queen Penelope's tears.

"Let me see the necklace," he commanded. The head butler stepped forward with the cause of all your problems and bowed to the King, handing it to him. Henry turned it over in his hand and chuckled dryly. "You foolish woman."

This seemed to surprise everyone, for the King was known for being kind and peaceful. "Y-your majesty?"

Henry flipped the sapphire pendant, revealing the gold backing on which your initials were carved. The Queen was at a lost for words and her mouth opened and closed multiple times without saying a word.

The butler stepped in for his mistress. "Your majesty, there is a chance they could have engraved it themself after they stole it!"

Henry cocked his head and hummed. "There is a chance. A very slim one, considering I was the one who engraved their initials myself." He stroked your hair soothingly. "I didn't want there to be any confusion between the two so this was a precaution. Had I known that the Queen would be so willing to strike my concubine over such a small issue, I would have been more careful."

"Your majesty!" A knight ran into the room, holding up a familiar object. "We found the Queen's necklace in the head butler's quarters!"

The man gasped and shook. "Framed! I've been framed!" He dropped to his knees as the guards surrounded him. "Your majesty, please believe me!"

Henry barely spared him a glance. "Take him to the dungeons and have him whipped. Such is the punishment for a thief." He turned to the Queen who paled in fear but Henry wasn't done. "Take the maids too. Cut off the hands that dared to hurt what is mine."

They screamed as they were dragged away, pleading for mercy, and you winced. Henry turned to reschedule his lunch meeting with the dignitaries as if it were nothing, as is he didn't just order for people to be tortured. The events of the day started to catch up to you and you swayed in Henry's grasp.

He swooped you into a bridal carry immediately, barking orders to call a physician. He cast a final glance back at the Queen who had just watched her most loyal servants be taken away. Tears, perhaps real ones this time, filled her eyes.

Henry turned back to you. "Lock the Queen in her chambers until further notice. She has done enough damage today."

"Your majesty! Your majesty, you cannot do this to me! I am your Queen!"

Her cries were cut off as the doors to the grand hall slammed shut. Henry strode quickly to you chambers, lips pressed in a thin line.

"...I'm fine, Henry," you said softly. You knew calling him by his name would calm him down from the thoughts in his head. He glanced down at you.

"She hit you."

"But it's not serious. I will heal very soon."

Henry shook his head in frustration. He said no more until you were tucked in bed, after being thoroughly examined by the palace physician. After the old man had given you some medicine and left, the King crawled into your bed. "I'm sorry, my love."

You patted his hand tiredly. You wished he would leave you to sleep in peace, but that didn't seem like it was going to happen. "It's not your fault, Henry. It's not like you planned this."

When Henry said nothing, you turned to find a look in his eyes that made you sit up straight, sleepiness fading away. "I didn't think she would hit you-" he began but you cut him off.

"Is that why you insisted I wear it to lunch? Did you plan this whole affair to humiliate me?"

"You don't understand, I did it for you! To help you establish your place in the palace!"

"As what? As your bed warmer? The King's whore? Is that what you wanted?" You glared at him. "Why can't you understand that there is simply no place for me here. Not when I was forced to be here."

"...you're right."

You glanced at him, frowning in confusion but Henry was staring into space, lost in his thoughts. "It's too dangerous for you here. Who knows what that woman will do to hurt you?"

"Are you-are you saying that I can go home?" You couldn't help feeling hopeful of returning to your old life but that feeling soon crashed down when Henry smiled.

"I can't just let you go, my love," he chuckled, pulling you closer to him. "But I will take you somewhere you never have to go through anything like this ever again."

Later on, you would wonder if anyone ever questioned your disappearance or if Henry had spread some story to stop them from searching for you. Either way, it's not like anything that happened outside of the safehouse mattered. It was your only home now.

And the only thing you needed to concern yourself with was loving your King and serving him, and only him, until death do you part.

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A/N: Please like, reblog and leave a comment if you enjoyed this! Feel free to request any headcanons for this character but I might not write anymore full fledged fics of Henry for a while lol.

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perplexingly · 5 months

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The og "I am no man" scene....

#Balladyna would do numbers on Tumblr if this website wasn't allergic to non-western stories #You can't get a more pathetic problematic toxic girlboss than her

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alaynestone · 6 months

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you're an angel, i'm a dog or you're a dog and i'm your man you believe me like a god i destroy you like i am

#spnedit #samdeanedit #wincestedit #sam x dean #wincest #the epic love story of sam and dean #in all its terrible fratricidal glory #the toxicity goes both ways and always has and that's how i like it #carver era is very much informed by the fact that sam was able to take control of his own demons because of dean #divorcing the mark of cain era from their shared history is not only a misunderstanding of dean but a misunderstanding of sam #and i'm sorry this post is so long but i could've gone on and on and on and i'm not actually sorry about it #they are all things to each other good and bad and everything in between #forever boys #supernatural #whatever this is #*

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skymaiden32 · 1 year

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Toxicity

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Fandom: Thunderbirds

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn (Please ask if you would like to be updated when I update or write new stories)

Why hello there. It's been a while since I updated this... ^^'

Tomorrow also happens to be this fic's one-year anniversary, so really hope you enjoy this chapter! >:3

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Virgil waved from the edge of the runway as the police team arrived on the Island. They’d only announced they were coming today early this morning, and three hours later they had blipped onto the radar, getting closer and closer to the sanctuary of the family’s little hideaway. The second eldest brother took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was going to happen here, whatever it was. He was sure everything would be fine. Operation Cover-Up was fully operational, Kyrano had gotten some late lunch together for their visitors, and Virgil knew enough about distracting little brothers to hopefully apply it to a group of officers.

“Welcome to Tracy Island.” He greeted the police chief, warmly shaking his hand.

Chief Adams grinned at Virgil, shaking heartily back. “Pleasure’s all ours, Mr Tracy. What do you say about us having a chat about what happened first, and then me and my boys will have a look around?”

“I’d say you’ve got yourselves a plan.” Virgil turned around, gesturing for the group to follow him. “The main house is this way. And please…" The Chief raised an eyebrow. “Mr Tracy is my father. You can just call me Virgil.”

“Of course.” Adams smiled understandingly. “Lead the way, Virgil…”

What they failed to notice as they were walking towards the villa however, was that one policeman had broken off from the group, and was going the exact opposite way.

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John had been following the convoy for some time now, and although he knew he was in stealth mode and far behind them, he was certain the Hood knew he was there. Why wouldn’t he? The criminal always seemed to be one step ahead of them when it came to this particular scheme of his…

Thunderbird One’s radar screamed at him, and he forced himself to take his eyes off the convoy to take a look. “Well,” he could’ve cursed, “that’s not good…” He swerved sharply in the air. The rocket ship shook as the missile just managed to miss the cockpit and hit the back engines instead. The Hood had definitely known…

John gritted his teeth as he struggled to control the damaged ship. Instruments wailed all around him as Thunderbird One went down, down, down, falling in a nose dive towards the tree line. No matter how hard he tugged the controls, he couldn’t pull her upright. All he could do was utter his final words before hitting the ground. “I’m sorry, Scott…”

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Gordon had perked up as soon as he’d heard Thunderbird One’s distress beacon, wondering if John had managed to either catch up and get Scott back, or tracked the Hood all the way back to his next base of operations. But now, as he approached the ship’s location, dread was starting to set in. It was impossible to deny the heat of the flames around the silver rocket plane his eldest brother seemed to almost worship sometimes. The symbolism of the moment didn’t escape his notice.

But for now, he only had eyes for the big brother he could reach. “John!” He ignored the stifling heat, pushing through the narrow entrance and grabbing the astronaut when he managed to find him in the pilot chair. Gordon breathed a sigh of relief when he felt for a pulse, finding it relatively easily. “Come on big brother… No way are we losing anyone else today…” He grunted as he pulled John away from immediate danger, to behind a boulder at the edge of the clearing the crashed ship had made. He knew there was no way the ship would outright explode, as the fire was nowhere near the reactor, but he still wanted to be careful.

Eventually, the fire behind him settled as he treated John’s head wound and set his broken arm. Once that was over and done, Gordon looked behind them, grimacing at the carnage the missile and fire had caused. Repairs would need to be done on the Island; the damage was far too extensive to fix here. He would have to call Virgil now if they were going to see Thunderbird Two make an appearance anytime soon, and even then, the pilot had said something about a police team on the Island. They’d have to wait for them to leave before launch, and who knew how long that would take?

As Gordon groaned, pondering their dilemma of lack of transportation, John blinked wearily, eyes adjusting to the growing darkness. “Heya, Gords…” Stars, he sounded awful.

“John!” The space monitor soon found himself being squeezed to death. Once his shock subsided, John tentatively hugged his younger brother back. “You’re okay!”

“Mostly…” The blond chuckled, wincing at the sharp pain in his arm. “What happened? Everything’s so fuzzy…”

Gordon sighed, launching into exposition mode. “The Hood hit you with a missile.” He pointed to Thunderbird One. The state of her made John grimace. “There’s no way we can fly her home, so we gotta call Virgil…”

John almost hesitated to ask his next question. “We… We didn’t get Scott back, did we?…”

“No…” John had never seen their normally happy-go-lucky fish so despondent. “We didn’t…”

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“Alright, Virgil.” Adams grinned at the man in front of him. “That’s about it.” He snapped his notebook shut. “We’ll be out of your hair now. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate as it is…”

Virgil buried his anxiety as his watch beeped at him for the sixteenth time in the past ten minutes. He’d managed to explain it away to the police as it needing servicing, but the fact that Gordon and John were after the Hood niggled him. They could be in danger, or worse, captured. His only consolation was that if they were still trying to contact him, they were still alive, at the very least.

Pushing his protective instincts down, he reached forward to shake Chief Adams’ hand one more time. “Thank you. I’m afraid I have some work to do, so I won’t be able to escort you out, but I’m sure Kyrano would be happy to show you the way.” He nodded in the manservant’s direction, who was looking out to the horizon with a far off look in his eyes. Virgil raised an eyebrow, and made his way over to lay a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Kyrano, are you oka-” Kyrano jolted in surprise at the touch, and immediately turned apologetic when he saw who it was.

“Ah.” He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. “I am sorry, Master Virgil. I must’ve been lost in thought…”

Virgil inwardly sighed. Since the reveal of the Hood being Kyrano’s family, their friend had been on edge. Their father suspected it was a fear he would be kicked out and abandoned by the Tracy’s, but assured the manservant that it would never happen. And Virgil, as well as everyone else, was inclined to agree. He was sure Scott would too, if he were here…

“It’s okay, Kyrano…” Virgil soothed. “Would you mind showing Chief Adams and his team back to their plane, please?”

“Of course.” Kyrano nodded, but his face still held a nervousness the pilot couldn’t quite place. “But I need to talk to you about something afterwards...”

Ignoring the questioning gazes of Chief Adams and his officers, Virgil nodded. “Sure thing.” He watched the manservant and trio of police officers leave, raising his watch up as soon as he was sure they were out of earshot. “International Rescue Headquarters calling Gordon. Come in please.” His brother faded into existence, alongside John. “Geez, you guys look awful.”

“We feel awful.”

Virgil frowned. “I take it the mission didn’t go well?”

Gordon gave him a look. “It was a raging dumpster fire.”

John’s voice could just about be heard. “And all we have to show for it right now is my concussion, broken arm, and a shot down Thunderbird…”

“Not to mention a direct confrontation with Hoody boy and him escaping with Scott.” Gordon huffed. “Long story short, we need a ride home…”

Their older brother grimaced. “We’ll definitely talk about this, but for now, I’m just glad you’re okay. Police team are just leaving now, and then I promised Kyrano I’d talk to him about something. Sit tight guys, Thunderbird Two is on the way.”

“FAB…”

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“You won’t get away with this!” Scott snarled, fighting whoever was keeping a tight hold on him as they made their way through the temple. No matter how hard he tried though, he couldn’t break free.

The Hood examined his fingernails nonchalantly as his captive was thrown into the room that would be his new prison for the foreseeable future, landing on the floor with a pained grunt. “Normally I’d retort with the good old fashioned, ‘Oh, but I will.’ But I tire of this endless game of cat and mouse that we seem to be playing, Tracy.” He smirked. “If you won’t give me what I want to know, I guess I’ll have to look elsewhere…”

Scott froze, immediately catching on. “You can do whatever you want to me, but leave my brothers out of it…”

“Interesting thing to say, considering my men just shot one of them out of the sky…”

The criminal chuckled darkly. Scott forced himself not to retort, staying silent this time. He sent a silent prayer out. Please, please let John be okay… “Well, I guess this is as good a cue as any to take my leave…” The Hood turned, waving nonchalantly as he left and closed the door. “Farewell for now…”

Scott was left in the dark once again, feeling more and more hopeless by the moment. He trudged over to the bed made of hay in the corner, trying his hardest not to cry. If the Hood was watching, Scott wanted so badly not to give him the satisfaction. But he’d reached his limit a long time ago, and seeing Thunderbird One shot down with one of his precious brothers inside pushed him over the edge.

That night, he cried for his brothers, his father, his friends, and his freedom. Everything he’d already lost, and was on the verge of losing forever. He clung to the locket that was still around his neck after all this time, hidden from the prying eyes of the Hood. If his mother was watching over his brothers and father, there was still hope. Just the tiniest bit made all the difference to him…

And then his eyes widened. He pinched the bridge of his nose, huffing. “Dang it, Scott Tracy.” He whispered as he rebuked himself for forgetting, hoping none of the Hood’s lackeys, or stars forbid, the Hood himself, would hear him. “I’m such a dummy…” Opening the locket, he quickly found what he was looking for even in the low light and brought it up to his eye level, smirking. It was so small, almost invisible. But it was the key to him getting out of this mess alive. One that he couldn’t afford to lose.

That fact wouldn’t stop his brothers teasing him endlessly for forgetting his edible transmitter existed though…

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #virgil tracy #john tracy #gordon tracy #kyrano thunderbirds #scott tracy #the hood #police chief adams (oc)#sky writes stuff #story: toxicity

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cutieshonie · 3 months

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♪ → YOU MAKE ME WANT TO SCREAM! ← ♪

pairing; scaramouche, ayato, childe, kaveh , gn!reader

content warnings; toxic relationships, unhealthy relationships, toxic boys, smut, arguments, verbal abuse, rough sex, making up sex, crying, degrading, emontional abuse(?), reader has no vision and is just a normal citizen, attempted physical abuse, dubcon, attempted killing(? Idk scara almost uses electro to shock you), threats of murder

notes; I was listening to mars argo and this song made me have a idea, (it's called runaway) and @cutiesgawr said that I should do like toxic smut or angst thing, while their doing another lyric one ! These boys are toxic, so deal with me ;3 btw

🎞️ SCARAMOUCHE is rather someone that makes you want to scream, his arrogant attitude, his ignorance. His neglection to you, your relationship. All he wanted to do was to get that gnosis, take revenge on those who wronged him. His cruel words, you finally had enough as you can feel tears coming. It wasn't due to sadness but rather due to anger, you harshly rubbed at your eyes as you clenched your fist. You bit at your bottom lip, you inhaled and exhaled. "Scaramouche, I thi-" before you could say your words, he cutted you off. "Just leave me alone, I don't want to deal with you." He said, looking at you with a blank look. You suck on a breath, you wanted to scream right there. "Scara! You bastard! Can you atleast pretend that you care!?" You yelled, you glared at him, he had a dark tint in his eyes as he smiles and looks at you. "Why should I care? I didn't even need you! I could fucking kill you!" He screamed, you stepped back as he laughs and walks towards you. "What's wrong, baby?" He teased. "Where's all your confidence gone? Hah?" He said, you flinch as he corners you, he lets out some electro, seeing a purple light makes you more scared. Your body shakes in fear, how dumb can you be to say that to someone who has an advance! "Hm, you work for that fox girl. Right?" You peek open your eyes as you slowly nod your head. What was he going to do? He leans towards you, his lips landing on yours, you gasp as you push on his chest. Your hands slowly fall to your side, was he finally giving you attention, he pulls away as you whine. He chuckles as rubs at your hips. "I am sorry, baby.. how about I make it up to you~?" He says in a melodic voice, your face feels hot as you nod. He sucks on your neck and bites on it softly, you gasp as you realize that he was going to do it outside. His hands land on your legs as he makes you wrap your legs around him. "mfhm! Scara, w-were outside!" You cried, he hums as he take soff your lower clothing, you closed your eyes as he takes off his lower clothing. Revealing his hard dick, he aims it at your hole. He pushes into you, going you down as you slowly take him. "Mmh!" He groans and moves quickly, you gasp and cling onto him, your back is against the wall as he slams into you, his dick hitting those special spots in you, it makes you go dizzy. You can see stars, he groans in your ear, your hole clenches move around him, your toes begin to curl, you moan loudly. Not caring for someone heard you or not, your eyes roll back as you climax. You let out a sigh, he lets out a small moan as scara climaxes, you can feel his dick twitching in you, you can feel him filling you up. He gently sits you down, your mind feels all mushy. Scara can be a bastard but I guess your into bastards like him!

🕰️ AYATO is a wealthy and praised man, a perfect husband! He was but he wasn't so great, his silver tongue wasn't something that was healthy. Him manipulating you, and everyone else made you mad. How stupid can you be for not realizing it! You have a smile to Thoma as you walk by him, he gave you a smile. You walk down the halls to his office, standing infront of his office, you exhaled as you open the door, ayato was at his desk. Writing on papers, he looks up and smiles, he looks back down, you walk towards him, you were going to talk about his behaviour and actions. "Ayato, I want to speak to you" you remained calm. "Hm? What is it, sweetie?" He said, you sighed. "Why are you manipulating me?" You said, he looks at you and tilts his head... His simple action made you mad, how can he pretend that he doesn't know?! "I feel taken advantage of!" You yelled out, he smiles softly and looks at you. "Ah? What do you mean dearest? Why are you talking crazy?" He said, you clenched your fist as you glared at him. You wanted to scream at him so badly. "Stop pretending! Ayato, you know how cruel it is!" You slammed your fists onto his desk, he doesn't say anything as he looks down and looking at the messy desk. "Sweetie" he got up and you backed away, he smiles as he grabs your wrists. Twirling you around as he gently lays you on his desk, you glare up at him. "Dearest, I could never, I think you been to stressed... How about I make it up to you?" He said, you raised up an eyebrow, what did he mean. He goes down as he looks up at you, his lips curling into a smile. "Wha—!" You let out a moan as his mouth lands in your crotch, you games down at him. "What do you say?" You gripped at the desk, your heart was racing. Your eyes were focused on him and you didn't even feel yourself nodding to his question. His mouth goes back to your crotch, sucking at your sex through your clothing, he smirks as you whine. He takes off your lower clothing, looking at your underwear. He smirks and take sit off, slowly. You whined and he lets out a chuckle, he was amused by you. His tongue touches your sex as he slowly licks at it, his mouth goes on your sex, licking and sucking. You moaned and closed your eyes, your eyes roll back as his mouth doesn't stop pleasuring your sex. Your sex leaks out your pre-cum/juices, you gasped as his teeth touches your sex. Your eyes were completely rolled back, your chest goes up and down, you were seeing stars. He kept on going, soon you were to climax, he sucks more harder, you whined and grip at his hair. You climaxed. "How about we continue later, after I finish work, m'kay?" You nod, he smiles.

🪐 CHILDE is a dangerous man you feel inlove with, his job was risky to be with. His bloodlust and wanting to fight was also dangerous, you grip at your clothing as he practiced and practiced and kept seeking out the blonde traveler. Didn't he know that he can get hurt?! Your hands grasped your clothing, he loved you and you know that! He would give you anything but he was selfish. He wanted power and he kills people, he kills so that he can satisfy his needs, his killing and fighting does that for him. Childe craves more and the world gives him so little, he comes back battered! You didn't like that and you always wanted to scream at him, you feel powerless. You didn't equal to him at all, he had a advance to you already but he was a bigger advance! You gripped at your clothing as you wait for him, you wanted to confess how you felt and you hoped that he wouldn't take it the wrong way. You got up as you faced him, he had some cuts in him, he looks at you and smiles sheepishly. "Childe, can I tal-" he walks by you, you look at him as glared at him. "Listen to me!" You screamed, he stops in his tracks as he turns to look at you. You exhaled and clenched your fist as you tried to hold in your anger. "What is it?" He said. "Stop, being so.." you said, muttering. "What? Stop being what?" He said. "Stop being you!" You blurt out. "What? Stop being me?" He said, his eyes having a dark tint. "That's not what I meant! I meant being so... Selfish!" You yelled out, he glares at you. His glare makes you get goosebumps. "Selfish? Hah! How am I being selfish?" He said, taking a step to you as you take a step back. "I am giving you all you want and you call me selfish? Don't make me laugh!" He said, you flinched. "Argh! See! You don't get what I mean and you just want more and more!" You screamed to him. "More and more of what! All you do is stay at home while I do my job and you dare to speak to me like that?!" He screamed and he takes steps towards, his hand raises up as his weapon comes out. Your eyes widen as you fall to ground, you look up at him as a dark shadow covers his face, he drops to floor as he holds your cheek. "Sorry, baby" he says, you look at him in confusion. "Sorry, baby. Semes like we are both stressed, I didn't mean it..." He said, he kisses you. "Sweet baby, how about we forget about all of this. I think we both need to get rid of our stresses.." he says, you look at him as his hand lays on your thigh. You gasp as he smiles at you, looking at you with a warm look. You were both mad at eachother and now he wants to have sex? You tried your best to be mad and say no but he looks so sweet and warm... What happens if this your last chance if this happening, you and Childe never had sex in while .. you nod your head as he kisses you. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, lifting you up as he lays you on the bed. Your hands gripping at his shoulders. You kiss him as he fastly takes off your clothing and his, his dick is standing up as it leaks out some pre-cum, you moaned when his dick touches your skin. His dick teases your hole before he finally enters you, he puts you in a mating press. Your legs tucked as he kisses you before moving fast. "Fuck... Baby, you feel so good~" he says, his dick hitting spots in you, fast and hard. You can feel yourself ready to cum, your eyes roll back due to his fast movements. "Ahh! Childe!" You cried, your hands grip at his hips as he slams into you. His fast, needy actions show as he is about to climax. Moaning and groaning into your ear, your eyes roll back as you arch your back. His dick hitting at spot in you, your hole clenches and you climax. He kisses your neck and he slams into you, his dick twitching and he fills your hole up. We'll your selfish for his dick and his love and he seems to be selfish for your body and love!

🚬 KAVEH is someone you admire, his job and how hard he works. But he works about to hard, it's quite concerning. He was a sweet lovable man that you loved so much but you he doesn't spend time with you that much. You know he is busy but does he have to drink, it isn't a the best way to escape from struggles. You wanted to talk about it with him, you wanted him to take a rest and just focus on himself and you. You smiled as you set up dinner ans the bed, you pat yourself on your back, you wait for him. "KAVEH!" You got up as you heard the door open, you see your blonde boyfriend, he looks at you. You smile as your hand rests on his shoulder, you tilt your head. "L-leave me *hic* alone!" He said, you look at him as your eyebrows furrowed, he was drunk. You could smell it on his breath, you sighed and smiled. "Kaveh, I made us dinn-" he walks by you and towards the bedroom door. "I don't want!" He cried, you grab his wrist. "Kaveh, you have to stop" you said, he glares at you. "Just leave me alone" he said, you frowned and point at the table. "Kaveh, I made us dinner and drink some water." You said, his eyes roll. You kept in bothering him as you try to drag him to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He shakes his head and he groans, you want to scream at him. He wants listening and you were starting to get mad. He pushes you as you gasp and look at him, he opens his mouth. He starts spewing out nonsense and words that hurt to you, you grit your teeth and he moves to you. His hand raises up as you lift up your arms. He stops as he sobs, you look at him and he stops to the floor..wiping away his tears. "Sorry.... I am just a fucking mess, I don't want to hurt you and I am so sorry!" He sobs, your eyes tear up and you hug him. It wasn't his fault. "I am so sorry, sweetie.." he cries, you nod your head and kisses his cheek. He loks at you as he kisses you, his hands under your shirt. You pull away. "Kaveh, your drunk an-" he cuts you off. "No... It's okay, I want it, I I want to make it up to you... My love" he says, you smile and he nods his head. You both make your way to the bedroom as you both tangle with eachother, hands in hair as you makeout, you moan and whimper. "I love you so much, I am so sorry, baby.." he says, kissing your chest as he takes off his pants in a hurry, holding you close. "I love you too!" You say, you moan when his dick enters you. You wipe away your tears as he fucks you. Bending you as his tongue sucks on yours, fucking you slow then faster. Your eyes roll back and he begins to moan really loud. Whimpering in your ear as he goes faster, getting sloppy. Your legs tremble in pleasure and his dick twitches. Warning you for his soon-climax. You kisses him harder, slamming your lips together, you both climax at the same time, holding eachother close. You smile and look at him, h kisses your neck and smiles. Well the food probably goes gone cold but oh well!

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