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bjy-on-ao3 · 3 years

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Fic Friday: Helping Hand

(As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

This story feels like fan content-ception to me, as it spawned from some NSFW art I made featuring Izaya, which was made from doodles to start with. Still scheming, but a lot more simple than my other fics with Izaya. Leaving this one a little open-ended in case I came back to it for Izaya returning the favor as he suggested. Not currently decided for sure though. I recently got my first request for Izaya and am brewing that, though it could be some time before I can get something down. It should be pretty fun though and spicier than this. (Note: Apologies for no cut - I am not sure how I add a cut with the new editor :/) Summary Invited over to Izaya’s apartment, Reader arrives too early and interrupts the informant’s alone time. And unfortunately (or fortunately), Izaya has no qualms about asking for a little help. Tags/Warnings Blowjobs, Come Swallowing, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Reader-Insert, Shameless Smut

Helping Hand (F! Reader/Izaya Orihara)

Arriving at the non-descript door in the hall of the impressive-looking apartment building, you hesitated. A few quick glances confirmed the numbers by the door matched up with the information listed in your phone’s address book. A few times before you had been to the apartment, but you hadn’t memorized everything about the address. All things considered, it was surprising you weren’t late this time, as you had been each time in the past. Maybe you were improving a little.

You raised a fist and drummed it against the door, starting light and polite. Nothing. You rapped harder. Surely that was loud enough to be heard? Your assumption was disproved when all that met you was silence, leaving you alone still in the hallway. You frowned in frustration and impatience. You knocked a third time, waiting a minute, wondering if he was preoccupied or just enjoying making you wait. When all remained quiet again, your frown deepened.

You looked back down at your phone, silently navigating to the texting feature and typing you a message irritably.

(X:XX PM): I’m here. I knocked, but I guess you didn’t hear it.

You didn’t need to wait more than fifteen seconds before your phone buzzed in reply. Two words met your gaze, followed after a moment by a second slightly longer message.

Izaya (X:XX PM): You’re early.

Izaya (X:XX PM): I’m a little busy right now.

You paused, your scowl becoming confusion, and you scrolled back up through the conversation. The log confirmed the time you had been told and the one in the corner of your phone matched. ‘ Early? Right. Don’t tell me Izaya of all people forgot.’

(X:XX PM): I checked and either I’m on time or you screwed up and sent me the wrong time.

Arguing with him wouldn’t do you any good one way or another; Izaya wasn’t one to genuinely apologize for any inconveniences he caused others. But correcting him made you feel a little better and somewhat less cross at least.

Izaya (X:XX PM): Oh, did I?

Izaya (X:XX PM): Well, if you don’t like waiting, you can just come in. Door’s unlocked.

Your face twisted again, now into a skeptical surprise. Izaya just left his door unlocked? Izaya Orihara, the man who had probably as many enemies as he had clients, decided it was smart to let whoever wanted to waltz right in. Yeah, that made sense. You wondered if he enjoyed the excitement of the potential danger.

(X:XX PM): Hardly seems like a good idea for YOU to leave your door unlocked, but whatever.

With a dismissive shrug, you tucked your phone into your pocket and reached for the knob. Pushing it open, you stepped inside quickly and closed it gently behind you. You took a step away before pausing, turning back and locking the door as an afterthought. Izaya could endanger himself all he wanted, but you would rather there be at least some kind of barrier between whatever messy trouble came looking for him.

Walking past the foyer, you expected to see him perched on his chair, clacking noisily away at his keyboard, fixed on the screens of his computers and cellphones or something of the sort. The chair was empty though, turned away from the screens. You scanned the area for the ever-frustrating information broker. Quickly, you noticed him tucked away in the corner of the dark-colored leather section, his back facing you. His head rested against the couch, one long arm lying curled over its back. For someone supposedly busy, Izaya looked pretty relaxed from where you were standing.

“You don’t look real busy to me,” you accused once you spotted him.

Izaya shifted, tilting his head further back to glance over his outstretched arm at you. “Oh, I am, I assure you.” He looked and sounded as collected as ever, as if nothing could or should trouble him. Except… was it just you, or did his face seem a bit red? “But I’ll be just a few minutes. Feel free to wait for me there,” Izaya suggested. There was something off as well about the quality of his voice you couldn’t place.

“Uh huh,” you said, unsure if you felt unsettled or just irritated still. Maybe a little of both.

He had told you to wait, yet your curiosity nagged at you viciously, demanding to see what exactly preoccupied him. Or maybe it was indignation needing to see what was so pressing he couldn’t remember the time he had told you. You took a few steps, intending to round the recessed floor area and the sectional to see what he was doing.

“You really should wait over there,” he warned you casually, the strange tone of his voice sounding stronger, but still indecipherable.

You scoffed, ignoring the warning and carrying on. When you swept around the corner of the area though, what you saw stopped you dead in your tracks, poised on the lip of the steps down. At first the strangled squeak that burst from your mouth didn’t quite register, nor did the immediate hot flush that fell across your face.

Izaya looked very comfortable where he sat, leaning back into the plush cushions. From the top-down, at first he looked perfectly normal, if a little flushed, one of his usual ‘v’-neck shirts tantalizing displaying a bit of his delicate-looking collarbones. Though the picture grew more suspect the further you went. The hem of his shirt was lifted, askew and higher on one side than the other, exposing his lean torso. That wasn’t nearly so scandalous though, as even further down.

He sat nude from the waist down, his pants and belt pooled around his ankles. His cock stood prominently between his splayed legs, a flushed tone to match the rosy tint in cheeks and leaking pre-cum. As if walking on Izaya with his pants literally down wasn’t mortifying enough, one hand was wrapped leisurely around his cock. Obviously he had been in the process of jerking off, and still was, having not bothered to stop even once you had caught him in the act.

What you were looking at hit you all at once, and a stream of half-finished sentences exploded out. “I’I’m sorry, I-- But what are you--? Why would let me come in if that’s what you’re busy doing?! You began in an apologetic voice, though your apology quickly turned to indignation at the fact Izaya’d had plenty of time to put himself away before you came in. Before he invited you, for example, and then before he greeted you.

“Well, I did warn you.” Izaya’s speech held no hint of apology. The shameless, steady stroke of his hand up and down confirmed he was not bothered whatsoever. “Besides, you’re the one who wanted to show up early and be nosy, darling.”

At last you recognized the tone in his voice you hadn’t been able to place before. Something husky and thick, a silky accent to his already smooth voice. You felt stupid not being able to put two-and-two together from his voice and face.

“I’m not early! I-it’s not my fault you told me the wrong time,” you tried to hide the shakiness in your voice with anger, though you knew Izaya was a master at seeing through masks.

You wanted to turn, to look away, but you found yours glued to the sight of him, stunned like a deer in headlights. Maybe it was his audacity that was truly so stunning. I’m just gonna go and come back later,” you ground out through teeth after you tore your eyes away from the enticingly lewd scene.

“Oh? But like I said, I’ll only be a little bit.” You nearly choked again from Izaya’s boldness. He really expected you to just wait around while he jacked off like it was nothing? For someone who claimed to love humans and all their emotions and behaviors so much, you really wondered how much he really understood them sometimes. “You know, if you wanted to lend a hand, it might be even sooner.”

You made another embarrassing noise, your eyes snapping back around and fixing on his own. The expression in his sharp brown eyes told you he wasn’t just you or making some inappropriate joke, not completely. Izaya was dead serious suggesting you ‘lend him a hand’ with his current ‘business’. You should have been mad. You should have been uncomfortable. You should have walked away then. But something else was creeping up and up, suppressing what you should have done, leaving behind the sense that you didn’t quite hate the idea.

You weren’t ready to give in completely, though, not yet. “Was that your plan when you invited me over?” You tried to deflect once more, but your angry speech was half-hearted.

He gave a small shrug, still languorously pumping his hand up and down, smearing a new bead of pre-cum along the head of his dick. You licked your lips, and you weren’t sure whether it was from nerves or hunger. “Who knows? Maybe, maybe not.” Of course Izaya would give you a nonsense answered that told you nothing.

“Can you just put your pants on, please?” You tried weakly, a last ditch effort to squish down the hot feeling suffusing you and to call his bluff. But Izaya wouldn’t be moved.

“Weren’t you leaving though?” He questioned calmly. “So why should I? Then I can’t take care of this.” You groaned mentally at his ‘logic’ that amounted to his typical games. “So, what’s stopping you?”

You didn’t speak, listening only to the slick sound of Izaya stroking himself, as if trying to come up with an appropriate excuse. But there was none. You were still there because you wanted to be. You sputtered some nonsense at first, before sighing in defeat.

“I...I just… fine,” you mumbled, unable to meet his cutting gaze when you agreed.

He didn’t seem bothered or surprised by your admission, and when you looked back up, he was smirking widely, as if he had expected you to crumble and play right into his hands. “Well, what are you waiting for then?”

You nearly scowled at the impatience of the question, but shook your head. You approached quickly, stopping once you stood in front of him. You licked your lips again and swallowed thickly, kneeling between his legs. Up close and personal with his cock, it you for real the favor you had submitted yourself to. It made your stomach twist in a way that was pleasantly hot, but with a nervous flutter. But even if he would probably let you, there was no back down now. You had dug your hole and you intended to stay in it.

Feeling Izaya’s eyes burning down onto you, you lifted a hand tentatively, more intimidated than you would have admitted. You nearly jumped when the hand he had been pleasuring himself with seized yours. Your face was on fire as he guided your hand over his shaft, helping you wrap it around the heated skin. He made a small sound in the back of his throat at the contact, his palm lingering over your hand. Gingerly, you shifted your hand up and down, mimicking him, the skin hot and velvety under your fingers.

“There, just like that,” Izaya cooed, his hips rocking up into your touch. His hand left yours to bury itself in the cushion beside him.

You chanced a subtle glance up, past his exposed torso and up his chest. His head lolled back against the sofa back, and his chest rose and fell deeply in more noticeable, pleasured breaths as you stroked. He seemed more than willing to sit back and fully indulge in your touch, apparently a far more exhilarating experience than his own.

“What a good girl,” he praised as your grip tightened you pumped his cock more surely, enjoying the noises that vibrated up his chest. They were low and smooth, containing all the richness of his speaking voice, yet none of the frustrating teasing or condescension. “Mmph, a little hard, don’t be shy,” he coaxed, giving a particularly eager buck of his hips, a new drop of pre-cum beading on the head of his dick.

You did as instructed, and the sound of his breathing deepened more, the small, pleasant sounds morphing into longer, bawdy groans. “How’s that?” you prompted, the confidence from watching him come slowly undone steadying your voice, the sheer arousal in it surprising you.

“Mm, good, keep going.”

You stuck to the steady rhythm you had set, your tongue wetting suddenly dry lips again as you alternated between watching Izaya’s blissful form above you and his throbbing cock in front of you. You moved your idle hand up, cradling his balls in your palm and rubbing gently, rewarded with even more erotic noises. You weren’t sure whether you were more turned on by the eroticism of the sounds themselves, or the fact you were hardly ever heard Izaya sound so unrestrained.

Your gaze stopped, lingering on his cock, and you decided if you were going to help out, you may as well have a little more fun, as well as satisfy the hunger building in you. You bent forward, your breath fanning over the head hotly, and you barely caught a shiver roll through Izaya. You leaned closer, opening your mouth and licking coyly at the flushed head, the bitter taste of pre-cum flooding your senses.

“ Oh .” The word was surprised, excited almost, made even more so by the breathiness that carried it. “I didn’t even have to ask you to do that.” Your faced burned with embarrassment you fought to ignore, letting your lips wrap around the head, swirling your tongue along the underside. “More eager than you let on, I see. But I’m not complaining.”

Izaya relaxed more limply against the cushions, save for the rhythmic roll of his hips meeting the hot, wet touch of your mouth. You sank down on his cock more, slowly, trying to account for the motion of his hips to not choke yourself on his length. Fortunately, though it was steady, his pace was languid, letting you adjust easily. You took as much as you could without inciting your gag reflex, shifting between dancing your tongue along his skin or pressing flat against the underside or teasing the head where it connected to his shaft.

Above you, Izaya’s dulcet chorus of groans and mumbled words escalated and his fingers met the top of your head. They curled loosely, massaging methodically, neither forcing you down or adjust to a new pace.

“Hmm, and they say I’ve got a talented tongue,” Izaya hummed huskily and you couldn’t stifle a low moan in answer, the sound shooting through Izaya and making his hips stutter. “Sure seems like you know to use yours though,” he praised again, and you could make out the teasing tone you were so used to among his lusty, strained voice.

Izaya fell silent for a time, or at least he fell wordless, panting and groaning his pleasure, the sounds accentuated by the wet noises you made while you sucked him off. But Izaya’s was a mouth that couldn’t stand staying silent for long. “You can take a little more, can’t you?” He asked insistently, his fingers tightening their loose hold. He thrust his hips more roughly into your mouth as you sank down again, as if punctuating his question.

Tears stung at your eyes for an instant as the tip of his dick touched your throat and you inhaled deeply to relax it. You took in even more of his cock, noticing the roll of his hips slow, as if accommodating you to take his length more easily. When you pulled back, his hand only let you go so far, effectively keeping you from pulling away. You indulged him, satisfied with the even more ragged breaths replacing his words and more of the salty fluid leaking from him.

Your jaw was beginning to ache, but you ached elsewhere as well, and it urged you to continue. With your mouth wrapped around him so intimately, you could tell Izaya was getting very close to cumming, from the increasing cant of his hips to the harsh pitch of his breath to the way his cock twitched, even more hard.

“Mm, that’s it. Almost there.” Izaya confirmed your suspicions, the lustiness of his tone adding to the urgency. “If you don’t want a mouthful, you might want to stop,” he warned you, surprisingly considerate in the moment.

Your eyes flickered up, but you didn’t stop, trying to hum your acknowledgement around a mouthful of his dick, working him even more eagerly.

“Oh, shit, you’re more obscene than I thought. If that’s how you want it,” His excitement pierced his arousal again, as if he hadn’t expected you to be so wrapped up in servicing him.

Thrusting into your mouth more desperately, his hips finally stuttered as he finished, filling your mouth with hot ropes of thick that you swallowed as soon as the bitter taste swept over your tongue. Several especially long, feral moans drifted from Izaya’s lips as you drank him down, until at last he was spent and there was nothing left for you to swallow. You drew away, wiping a smear of drool and some stray cum from your mouth with the back of your hand and resting back on your knees.

“There, that’s taken care of,” you said, your attempt to sound level and collected ruined by your own arousal making your voice overly breathy. “Now did you actually have a reason for inviting me over?”

Izaya laughed breathlessly, as if amused by your change of pace, lying boneless against the sectional. “Of course, my dear,” he answered when his laughter died, tipping his head forward to look at you. “I wouldn’t lie to your like that. Though, if you’d like, I can return the favor. It sounds like you need it.”

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ninjakitty15 · 3 years

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Chapter 10: Tricks Are For Gods (Loki x OFC Pairing)

"That right there is why guns are a dumb idea against zombies," I pointed out as we all watched one of the zombie movies Tony bought just to debunk for future reference. "Their eyes are shit but they hear just fine and if you want them to stop coming you need a firearm that causes maximum damage."

"But do they run that fast?" asked Clint on the couch adjecent from Loki and me.

"I mean if you really want them to but its like having explosive shits with them, the faster they run the more they fall apart."

A collective groan of disgust came from the other Avengers.

"Ask stupid questions, expect stupid answers. They're rotting corpses, c'mon people."

"IZombie's got a point," Tony agreed. "How was the outside world by the way?"

"I was very disappointed to find out people still royally suck and creeps still roam free unchecked and uncharged for their crimes, what the hell are you lot doing that this is still happening?"

"Dealing with bigger threats with bigger weapons obviously," Tony remarked. "Should I look on the video feed for what you were up to?"

"Nothing illegal, just fought fire with fire and creeped out the creeps of the streets."

"She's very good at it too," added Loki.

Of course that didn't stop Tony from snooping and of course he found footage of me scaring them off. "What did you say to that last guy that made him turn into an angry tomato?"

"Told him his dead mom and wife are ashamed of his existence, which isn't a lie at all, he's kind of a monster."

"What did he say to start this?"

"Told me pretty girls like me should smile more. Maybe I should sharpen my teeth."

"Please don't," Loki spoke up.

"Why not? All the better to eat you with, my dear."

"Can you not ruin my childhood stories please?" moaned Clint.

"Listen, most of them are from horror stories anyway just dumbed down for your innocent ears and eyes."

"Ring around the rosie, for starters. Grimm's fairy tales were all dark, some of the disney movies definitely," Tony agreed.

"Sleeping Beauty was raped in her sleep by the king she later married," I added on. "And girls still wanna be the next disney princess, hard pass there."

"I beg your pardon, what kind of people are you reading these kinds of tales to your children?" Loki demanded.

"Hey don't look at me, I don't even have children, I'm just a fan of horror stories and those popped up."

"What would you read to them if you did though?" asked Nat.

"Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, all three of them, don't look at me like that, I raise the dead for a living, my kids need to have nerves of steel just to live with me."

Loki studied me curiously, probably wondering how good or bad a mother I would be if that was possible or maybe what kind of family he envisioned us having if again possible. I turned to catch his eyes with my own and arched an eyebrow.

"Something you wanna share with the class?" I challenged.

"Just pondering a what if future," was his simple response.

"Don't strain yourself." A couch pillow was his response to my quip that had everyone kind of staring in shock at his childish but very amusing reaction. "That's real cute but unfortunately for you I'm gonna have to kill you now, eat feathers you glorified smurf!"

"This better not lead to what it usually leads to when one of you pounces on the other, what if Peter walks in? His innocent eyes!" cried Tony.

"He's a teenager, he's probably seen better porn than us at some point on the interwebs," I stated while beating an amused god with a throw pillow.

"Better porn? Is there such a thing?" asked Steve.

"Rule 34 hun, if it exists there's a porn for it, if it doesn't then there will be." And with that I continued to beat my lover with a pillow to the head.

"Free porn aside, I'm actually kinda curious who would win in a fight now, you or Loki," Clint mused.

We both stopped pummeling each other and looked at him then each other curiously. "With or without magic?" Loki asked.

"Without, just close range hand to hand or with blades if you must," Nat added.

My gaze went to her with an arched eyebrow. "Ya'll thinking about this?" A collective nod from the rest of the group was my answer before I returned my gaze to Loki. "What's your vote on this?"

"I'm all for it if you are."

You would think he'd go for the knives or rather the sticks that substituted knives but nope, ever the man of mischief, he chose the bo staff. Thor would later tell me its because while he favors knives as they're easy to hide and stash away, Loki had much better luck with staves. I found out quite quickly how right that was. While I was no Michelle Yeoh, I did take martial arts even before I became a leader of undead battles as children are merciless and if they decide you're a freak they make you a target. Just outside the training area of the compound stood the not busy Avengers and not surprisingly Tony was already placing bets on who would win, hell I knew who would win, the one that's probably been training and fighting for half a millennia at least. But as a wise cigar smoking Goth dad once said, just because it's a bad idea doesn't mean it won't be a good time. I chose a different kind of bo staff, if the weapon worked for the Buddhist monks, it would work for me, right? Loki was very much like a cat or maybe he just was with me, stalking his prey, pacing, biding his time, calculating his moves whereas after being obsessed with old timey wushu movies at one point, I opted for a simple nonthreatening stance resembling Wong Fei-Hung, a ruse as I couldn't fight off 10 men or so with a bo staff like the legend did but no one had to know that. One foot forward, one perpendicular in a short fighting stance, staff held behind me with one hand, the shaft pressed against the arm, the other arm stretched out in front of me beckoning him forward. Most people would think twirling it a bit is the typical first move but that's more to show off or intimidate the opponent and I'm not the show off type, especially if I'm not the best at what I'm showing off. Loki moved first though, lunging and thrusting one end of his staff at my head, I easily side stepped it, , my head tilting away but my eyes never leaving his. I figure if I couldn't wear him out despite him being ancient compared to me, and I couldn't outright beat him in strength, I could probably just frustrate the hell out of him by never letting him land a hit. Getting under people's skin was my specialty after all. So that's what it was like for the beginning, letting him attack first and either simply dodging his staff or blocking it with my own staff.

"This is boring, make a move, Aang!" called Tony from the sidelines.

"Hey, he was the best Avatar in the series, and he kicked ass!" I called back.

"Then why don't you?"

"Patience is a virtue, old Stark!"

"You say old like you're not sleeping with the oldest person in the building!"

I snorted and blocked Loki's staff once more. "You're only as old as you act, grandpa." I watched Loki carefully, waiting for the opportune moment when he thought he could let his guard down believing I wasn't gonna go batshit crazy on him.

He sped up his attacks, probably thinking I'd step into action if I was being rushed but I still kept my leisure defense up, he tried a few more changing tactics to try to get me to strike back first before I saw the sign I was waiting for the whole time and forced myself to keep the poker face I wore, resisting the urge to smirk wickedly as he seemed to relax and go back to simply trying to hit me anyway he thought was an opening. I blocked his staff once more as he went for my stomach then quick as a whip swung mine to strike his knee, stomach, and head and he went down. The utter look of shock on his face was more than enough to make me break my expression into one of pure wickedness, a canary eating grin cracking through. The game had begun. He quickly got back to his feet and lunged at me again with his staff, no longer holding back as he whipped the ends at me one after another, the only sounds now were that of wood hitting wood and the shuffling of our feet as we went at each other. Several times he left himself wide open when he was swinging his staff behind and around him to hit me from another side which was amusing because although kinda cool looking and showy, he was totally exposed and I took full advantage of that hitting him in the stomach and causing him to drop his staff mid-swing though he was quick enough to catch one end and come down at me with the other. I raised my staff to block it and shifted my upper strength to hold him off while pulling apart my staff which was actually a two piece one almost seamlessly held together and struck him in the ribs with the other piece. He glared at me, the god of tricks being tricked in a fight by some dead chick he only met recently.

"Clever girl," he growled at me.

I grinned wider. "Give up, or are you thirsty for more?"

"Very well, you asked for it."

Somehow it didn't click in my head that being a god and all, he not only had enhanced strength but apparently speed too as me verbally challenging him and getting extra sneaky had me suddenly and swiftly struck several times in the stomach and side, my feet swept out from under me, and I was on back with one end of a bo staff pointed at my head.

"Isn't this a familiar position?" he purred above me, his eyes glittering.

I held back a retort in order to roll over to avoid his staff and then lock my legs on either side of one of his then roll again, knocking him to the ground as well and making him drop his staff again. I wasted no time in getting on top of him and still holding onto my two pieces of my staff the entire time, i crossed them against his throat. "Prefer this position myself."

"I'll have to remember that later." He raised his arms to his head while still on the ground in what I thought was him surrendering but quicker than a cheetah, snatched back his bo staff and swung, knocking me off him and making me drop both pieces he was just as quick to kick away from me before pinning me to the floor, a knee against each of my arms and the shaft of his staff against my throat. "The things I could do to you in this position."

"Pretty sure you've already done them and I recall you not wanting others to see us doing them."

He smirked but made no move whatsoever from where he knelt on top of me. "Don't act like you're not thinking what I'm thinking."

"Oh that's no secret here but I'd prefer it in the bedroom where there's soundproof walls and there's other options to keep me in place the whole time."

Both his eyebrows shot up at what was implied there. "I can arrange that. For now though, I'm not moving till you say the words."

I rolled my eyes but sighed in defeat. "I yield."

"Good girl." He got off me and offered me his hand to help me up which I took easily and was yanked up and flush against him, a hungry, hot kiss stolen from me. "We should do this again sometime," he breathed in my ear.

"We'll see." I nipped his earlobe teasingly before shoving him away and walking out of the training arena.

"Does everything have to be sexual between you two?" asked Tony.

"Listen, if you were cut off from all forms of pleasure for as long as I have and suddenly are given the ultimate form of it after, you'd take it with a smile too, as many times as you can."

"I'm the ultimate form, am I?" teased Loki behind me.

"Don't let that get to your head or your excessively ornate helmet won't fit on you anymore," I retorted. "And it really brings the whole outfit together."

"I was under the impression you liked me more without an outfit."

I shrugged innocently. "A woman can change her mind."

"Am I going to have to separate you two or something?" Tony interrupted.

"I mean you could just let me go home..."

"Tempting but till our mutual enemies are out of the equation, I don't see that happening."

"Well then, I'll have to refer you to the three T's."

"The three T's?"

"Tough titties, Tony." I grabbed Loki's hand and poof we were gone.

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obviously-best-potions-master · 5 years

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Private Lessons

Chapter 22

Word count: 1678

All the Hogwarts was excited from the news about the upcoming dueling championship among the senior courses. Snape tried to convince McGonagall that it wasn’t necessary to hold it, but she was convinced, this would arouse enthusiasm in students, and they would be able to achieve great success in DADA.

“Do you doubt my competence, Minerva?” Snape frowned displeased.

“No one could’ve taught them better, Severus.” She replied amiably. “But the students are so busy, why not let them have a little time off from textbooks? Moreover, as we’re holding the inter-school championship next year it would be useful for them to start training now.”

Snape wasn’t happy about the upcoming event. He believed it was an unreasonable risk to use combat spells for fun.

Despite the prohibition, students sharpened their skills on each other now and then. Even the junior ones who couldn’t yet participate, tried to fight with the few spells that they had already learned.

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“I do not share the general enthusiasm for this senseless championship.” Professor Snape uttered in a low voice, standing in front of the class. “You dunderheads can cripple even with a protective spell. But since it is not me, who decides whether to hold it or not, I have nothing left but to teach you how to defend yourselves.” He spoke slowly, clearly pronouncing the words.

Snape examined the students, running his piercing glance over their heads.

“So,” he paused, “I need a volunteer.”

Silence fell in the class room.

“No one is willing…” He stated in an indifferent tone.

You enjoyed watching him. He looked so unapproachable, so cold and menacing. But you knew how kind and caring he actually was. You chuckled to yourself for being the one to see the real him. You were so proud to have him by your side.

“Which spell will you use to attack your opponent?” Professor asked a boy from the back row.

“Flipendo?” He answered uncertainly.

“Flipendo.” Repeated Snape. “Wonderful.” His tone was full of sarcasm.

“And how would you repulse this monstrous attack?” Snape asked the other boy.

“Protego?” The boy replied quietly.

“How exciting.” He said in a bored tone, with his hands in his pockets.

You rolled your eyes. “Reflecto, reflecto…” You whispered to yourself, being disappointed about your negligent classmate.

Snape looked at you and the corners of his lips lifted. With a flick of his head he gave you a sign to come up.

He stood opposite to you, looking into your eyes. There was something in his glance you could describe as a subtle glimpse of privacy, only you two were involved in.

“Defend yourself, Miss.” His voice sounded harsh and distinct.

“But I don’t want to reflect it on you, sir!” You frightened.

“Do what I say!” He said sternly. “Flipendo!”

Snape casted a spell, and a blow of energy burst out of his wand. His hit was strong, but you knew he used just a quarter of his real power.

You repelled his attack, and the blow rushed back in Snape’s direction. He flicked it off with a barely noticeable movement of his hand, and it scattered down at his feet with a number of tiny sparks.

Snape addressed the class.

“You must always be ready, that your own spells can serve against you.” Professor warned monotonously with his head held high. “You can also use your opponent’s power against him. That is why it's so important to be able to defend yourselves. And to do it properly.”

“I would advise you to be prepared for surprises…” With these words he directed his wand at you, spattering you with water. You chuckled and dried it, not letting water reach the goal. Snape smiled approvingly.

“Miss Y/L/N, explain how you reflected my spell?” He was proud of you.

“I acted intuitively, used the opposite.” You admitted shyly.

He nodded.

“You cannot know all the spells ...” he stated, “but you must operate with those you’ve already learned.”

“Prepare an essay describing three defensive spells for the next class.” He snapped. “Dismissed!”

When everyone left, he came up to you and bowed gallantly. “My appreciation, didn’t expect you would react that quick.” He praised you, giving you a gentle smile.

“This spell somehow appeared in my head itself.” You shrugged.

He nodded approvingly. “It should be so.”

Snape gathered his papers and walked up the stairs leading to his office.

“You can easily beat these dunderheads.” His deep voice reached you from behind the half open door.

You followed him and walked inside. Snape was putting his notes in the drawers with a serious look.

“Professor?” You hesitantly called him.

He raised his head and carefully looked into your eyes. There left not a single reminder of that stern and menacing man you saw few minutes ago.

“May I take some of your time?” You lowered your head. “If it wouldn't bother you, of course.”

“For you as much time as you need.” Snape said with a soft but still deep voice, which made your heart flutter, pushed everything aside and watched you attentively.

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage, and continued.

“I have troubles with non-verbal spells. Maybe if you explained…”

He didn’t let you finish.

“That’s good you asked, because I actually was going to offer it.” His face twisted in a guilty expression. “Just thought whether it wouldn’t be too much for you.” He seemed to be a little unsure. “You never rest…”

Snape slowly approached you and stroked your shoulder.

“Same as you.” You smiled, and he couldn't take eyes off your beautiful face. Your smile poured life in him, he could admire it endlessly.

“Let me know when you’re ready.” He said kindly.

“I shall go then?” You felt confident again.

“No.” He smiled. It sounded like a joke, but he really didn’t want you to leave.

“So I’m staying?” You didn’t want to leave either.

Snape laughed. “Go have some rest. I won’t let you overwork.”

***

“Well, are you ready to discover the art of non-verbal spells?” Asked Snape after you finished working in the lab.

“Sure!” You were excited about the upcoming training.

“Shall we go outside, get some fresh air?” Professor suggested.

You went out into the garden and walked slowly along the path.

“Non-verbal spells, as you know, do not require pronouncing.” Snape began calmly and measuredly. “But even if you say the spell to yourself, it will remain verbal anyway, because you still use the verbal form.”

You nodded, knowing quiet well what he was talking about.

“Non-verbal spells are written in the language of symbols.” He continued in his leisurely manner. “They require wand waving and great concentration. Such magic will not tolerate uncertainty.”

You listened carefully.

“What spells did you learn?”

“Well, I tried simple hits and kicks.” You replied shyly.

Snape stopped in front of you, pulling a wand out of his sleeve.

“Hit me.” He commanded.

You hesitated.

“Don’t be afraid.” He cheered you up.

You directed your wand at him, imagined a symbol, casting a spell, and… nothing happened.

“It's okay.” Snape calmed you softly.

He approached you from behind, gently put his left hand on your back, and with his right hand he took yours, straightening it in direction of the target.

“See that stone? Now we’ll try to hit it.” He was standing so close, so that you could feel his hair touching your cheek. You were so pleased with his attention and care.

You focused, the last thing you wanted was disappointing him.

“Close your eyes.” Professor said quietly. “Imagine the symbol... Feel the energy running along your arm straight to the wand.” He continued holding your back with one hand, while gently drawing a line from your shoulder to the forearm with the other, tightly squeezing your wrist.

“Now.” He whispered into your ear.

You concentrated and hit. Snape helped you with his power so that you would feel the necessary impulse.

The stone bounced to the bushes.

“Good.” He praised you, stroking your shoulders, staying behind you. “Try again.” His voice calm and soft.

You pointed the wand at the other stone, struck again and the stone broke into pieces. You happily turned to Professor. He smiled approvingly.

“Now me.” He walked a few steps back.

“Go ahead, you won't hurt me.” He answered your frightened glance with a smile.

“Hit me! Come on! Do not stop!” He demanded.

You attacked him, and he skillfully repulsed all your spells, so that they splashed sparkling on the ground. Now you understood why he took you outside, you two could’ve accidentally crushed his office.

He came up to you. “Well done.” He said quietly and looked into your eyes full of delight.

You continued walking slowly along the path, shoulder to shoulder. It was getting dark. Snape took your hand and laid it on his forearm. You looked at him kindly and leaned closer.

“Since you have to take part in these stupid fights, I want to show you how to recognize your opponent’s intentions and act in advance. There is a spell: Cognossere intentium.”

“Cognossere intentium.” You repeated.

He stood in front of you and pulled out his wand again.

“Try it.”

“You uttered the formula and felt vibration transmitting through your wand.” You caught the spell Professor wanted to use, and chose the most suitable one to repel it.

“Useful, isn’t it?” Snape was proud of you. He wanted to teach you everything he knew.

“No need to say it out loud. It works anyway.”

“You’ve never mentioned it in class, but it’s really necessary.” You took his arm again, and you continued walking.

“Because it is not generally known.” He said with an impassive look.

“Thank you, Professor.” You realized, he was sharing his own spells with you and leaned closer to his shoulder.

“There is nothing to thank me for.” He said quietly. “I haven’t taught you anything yet.”

“You’re kidding?” You exclaimed surprised.

“Because it’s nothing compared to what I’m up to show you.” He grinned cunningly.

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warmau · 7 years

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{Special} College!AU Momo

major: photography / concentration: commercial

minor: dropped her dance minor because she realized she liked her own style way more than taking classes on it,,,

sports: urban dance team

clubs: cooking club (except she doesn’t cook she just tastes everyone else is making), reviews restaurants with jeongyeon for the campus blog, and sometimes gets asked by dance minors for help which shocks her because she’s like “how do you guys know i dance,,,” and they’re like “we see all of nayeons snapchats of you!!!!” and momo is like,,,,,,,,,,,clueless

ever since she was really young everyone assumed momo was going to pursue her career in dance,,,, she’s just always been so good at it and loved with a passion that people were like you hAVE to major in dance or theater,,,, be a PERFORMER

but momo,,,,,was hesitant with it because as much as she adores it,,, something about making it her chief discipline,,, took out the fun in it

so when she entered college and chose photography everyone was like ??? because since when did she like taking photos

or doing anything aside from laying upside down from her bed watching dramas or being in a practice studio,,,,,,,

but momo’s simple answer was “food”

“what about,,,,,,,food?”

“i want,,,,,,,to take photos of food.”

which im not kidding, is an actual career like who do you think takes those videos for mcdonalds or those nice pics for restaurant menus like this is a lEGITMATE business and momo is like “i heard sometimes you can eat the food after,,,,,,,if it isn’t fake : )”

jihyo: oh that’s why you want to do it, to eat right

momo:,,,,,,,,,,,

momo: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,yes

she tried doing rookie shots of jeongyeon’s cooking or her sisters and ,,, the photos didn’t turn out half bad so she decided it’d be something she could see herself doing

plus it would still give her time to practice dance for her own leisure,,,,,,

to be honest,,,college was a bit of challenge for her - momo isn’t the most schoolwork motivated and she has habits of slipping into her hobbies more than her schoolwork

cue: moms jihyo and jeongyeon reminding her that she has finals and projects due

and momo crying over the prerequisite biology course

but hey,,,,,she has a dream and she wants to be able to follow it (and make money,,,,as all college students dream of some day LOL)

plus,,,,,if anything,,,,,,she makes money on the side tutoring dance and being in small performances set up by friends or dance majors so you know ,,,,,, it isn’t like she gave up the thing she really loves

she’s just being realistic

but she does get lost on her way to class like all the time,,, like she’s been on campus long enough to know where the buildings are but she zones out and ends up outside of the library and not the art department

do you know how many times sana has found her there??? too many to count

keeps getting scouted by different uni sports teams while she’s at the gym because she’s FIT and has a more grueling workout then some of the dudes on the football team

but the only team she’s on is an urban dance one because she’s friends with the leader who lets her choreograph parts and it’s the only group that lets her ,,,, like?? break the rules??? of what people think dance is about

but yeah even though she can sleep for 16 hours straight and eats unhealthy snacks in class,,,,,,she can probably run laps around half the people on campus

nayeon calls her ab-god and momo is just like “i can make my abs dance wanna see” and nayeon is like YES im gonna put it on instagram and jeongyeon has to pull momo’s shirt down before it can happen because quote on quote, “stop exploiting her for likes nayeon”

shares her dorm with jeongyeon’s and you can see who lives on which side

because one is perfectly clean, with a new-looking monitor on the desk and textbooks staked by class and bed sheets white and crisp

while the other is,,,,,,,mismatched sheets,,,,,,,30248 teddy bears,,,,,,,and a desk that has empty chip bags on it and momo’s sweater that she wore a week ago

who cuts out photos of pretty food and tapes them to their binders??? momo

everyone in her class is like ,,,,,,,,,,,, oh and she’s like “this is a photo of a hotdog. a hotdog,,,,,,i would die for”

most definitely sleeps in class when she can LOL

you first see momo on your way to pick up a friend’s films from the photography department

she’s standing outside of the entrance,,,, where you have to swipe an ID to get in looking glum and you wonder if maybe,,,,,,she forgot her ID?

you don’t want to be weird and just ask her but it’s obvious the way she’s looking at the machine and the people passing through

it’s even more obvious when mina walks by, and goes “no ID?”

momo pouts as mina swipes herself in and shakes her head “cant help you momorin,,,,,,,,,start using the wallet we gave you!!!”

momo sighs,,,mumbling to herself that dropping her money and cards into her huge backpack has always worked before - todays just an unlucky day

you feel bad and so you walk over and go “h,,,,hey im going to be going inside and i can hand you my ID after i swipe it if you want???”

momo’s eyes light up,,,,,,,she does a little clap and thanks you

you swipe yourself in and then discreetly hand over your ID to her so she can do it too

once inside momo grins,,,,,her smile is so cute and she takes your hand to shake it,,,,,thanking you again

with that she rushes off,,,, realizing she’s late now for class and you stand there a little bewildered because something tells you she isn’t,,,,like a lot of other people is she

you learn quickly that you’re right - she’s not

because the next day as you’re leaving the photography department you see momo again

and she doesn’t have her ID,,,,,,,,,again

and you swipe her in and she’s all stars in her eyes thanking you!!!! till she goes “oh,,,,,,,,,,,,but i think i forgot my camera in the dorm oh no,,,,,,,i have to go back,,,,,”

you watch again, amazed, as she dashes out of the building you try to think of something to say but you just call out “take your ID too!”

she does something of a nod,,,,,,disappearing out the doors

this goes on for a bit,,,,,,,momo seems to never have her ID and you always bump into her at the entrance

sometimes a friend or someone else will swipe her in, but for a while it seems like she’s looking for you

when she sees you,,,,,she calls your name,,,,,,,,the smile of hers is really simple - it’s not big and bright

but it’s, it’s got this subtle beauty

even a bit of a sleepy beauty,,,something that reminds you of warm blankets and lazy afternoons

even though you’ve seen her run,,,,,like she’s part of the track team and get up and all worried about forgetting anything else before going in,,,,,,,for the most part momo’s energy is always dreamy

and you,,,,,,you think it’s cute

at one point you’d been handing her your ID when a girl,,,,with short hair and a stern expression swatted your arm and went “don’t give it, she needs to learn to stop losing her ID!”

you had looked at her and momo had frowned “jeongyeon,,,,,,,,they’re being nice,,,,,,,,,,,,,”

jeongyeon has narrowed her eyes and went “momo told me about you,,,,,,stop swiping her in! she needs to start bringing her ID! doesn’t it bother you that she’s always here?”

your gaze had shifted to momo,,,,,,to be honest nothing about her bothered you in the least,,,,,,,you’d swipe momo in for the rest of your academic career if she wanted

but you didn’t even have to say that,,,,,jeongyeon just huffed and went “i see you’ve been won over - you’re hopeless!”

turning to momo she’d pinched her roommates nose and went “stop relying on being adorable and start getting organized - we’re going to clean our WHOLE dorm till you find your ID”

with that jeongyeon had pulled momo out of the building,,,,,,momo had went willingly,,,,but turned and waved to you

shyly you’d brought your hand up to wave back,,,,,,,but jeongyeon’s words kept rattling in your head

‘you’ve been won over - you’re hopeless!’

you got stuck thinking about it so long that someone had to ask you to move out of the way so they could get through skfljda

but it’s true,,,,,,she really had in some ways,,,,,,won you over

a couple of weeks passed by and momo had vanished from her spot near the entrance,,,you were a little upset,,,,,you wouldn’t lie

but you were happy thinking that she had probably finally gotten her ID back

until you saw her again,,,,,,

“do you need me to swipe you in?”

momo shakes her head,,,,,the way her hairs up in a messy bun and the oversized hoodie hanging over her frame,,,,,you wanna CRY she’s so damn cute

“jeongyeon made me get my ID remade,,,,and i haven’t lost it because-”

proudly she shows you the lanyard around her neck, from the bottom hangs her ID pass and you look at it,,,,it’s pink,,,,,with little dogs on it

(see: you’d cry she’s so frea K I NG CUTE)

“so what’s up?”

momo motions to the door with her hand,,,,you give her a confused look but she goes “i wanna take you somewhere i really like,,,,,,do you want to come?”

she doesn’t tell you the name of where you’re going or where it’s located, you just follow her as momo takes your hand and excitedly talks to herself about how she’s been craving this food for a while,,,,,,,

you end up seated in a small family-owned restaurant,,,,momo is on a first name basis with the lady that takes your order and even knows about her kids and husband

momo seems like she’s at home,,,,,not even looking at the menu since she orders her “regular”

you try to see if there’s anything you’d like but momo urges you to get what she is - she promises you’re going to love it!!!!!!

and you’ve never seen her so animated and excited about something

her usual daydreamy like expression turns vibrant

and she tells you that this place is her favorite,,,,she’s been coming here since she was a kid

and you’re like,,,,,,,,still not sure why she’s taken you here and what this is like is this a thank you for you helping her swipe in all those times?? is this just new friends hanging out???? is this a date,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

the idea makes your heart do a ! and you’re not sure how to calm yourself down

but momo is thankfully distracted because when the food comes out,,,,,,it’s like a whole new person is in the room with you

and you reach over but momo is like “wait! let me take a photo!”

she takes her camera out,,,,,not her phone,,,,and you’re like “should i pos-”

but she instead starts snapping pics of the food, admiring it and smiling to herself and she’s like “oh! we should take one too!”

you flush bright pink as she moves over to sit beside you

she’s squished up against your arm,,,,,the smell of strawberry scented shampoo and her pretty profile up close is enough to send you into a mini heart attack

but momo just comfortably throws up the peace sign and giggles for you to do it too

the food,,,,,,like momo said,,,,,,, is exceptionally good!!! you and momo don’t talk, both totally immersed in the flavor

but once you’re done,,,,,finishing what is a serving for four people,,,,,,you go “thanks for taking me here! i never knew this place existed!”

momo nods, patting her stomach “i only show it to people who i like”

those words make you freeze,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,what kind of like,,,,,,you’re so confused,,,,,,,

momo’s ability to say things like that with no change in expression makes your head spin because what??????? does?????? this???? all???? mean???

momo suddenly gets up to pay and you try to get some bills from your wallet but she’s just like “you don’t have to, ive racked up points!”

confused you look at her pull a card from her pocket, the name of the restaurant and holes punched all throught it except for the message that says ‘come 10 times and get a free meal!’

you gwack and momo hands it to the lady from before who asks “do you want another one?” momo just smiles in obvious response

and when you two are back on the train to campus,,,,,you practically jump from your skin when momo softly lays her head on your shoulder and falls asleep

her mouth open in just the slightest and her hand tightly holding yours,,,,,,

you feel even more nervous when you guys are standing together in front of the dorms,,,,,,momo isn’t say anything

and you’re so worried you did something wrong that you’re trying to come up with an apology in your head when momo just goes

“we should ,,,,,,, do this again”

you nod,,,,almost too fast,,,,,,,your excitement makes you embarrassed but momo just seems to find it cute

then she takes a step closer and adds “if you ,,,,, want we should also ,,,”

her hands come up to hold your face,,, your eyes dart back and forth and you feel your heart spin but you close your eyes

and momo kisses you ever so gently,,,,,,the same sensation of when a snowflake falls on your skin

but it makes your whole body tingle because,,,,,she did it,,,,,,she kissed you

and oh god you don’t want to do anything else for the rest of your life but kiss hirai momo,,,,,,,,,

you say your goodnights and you go home on cloud nine,,,,,,momo falls face first into her bed and jeongyeon is about to tell her to at least take of her shoes first

when momo turns her head, smiling and goes “jeongyeon,,,,,,i found someone i like,,,,,,,,,,as much as i like food,,,,,,,,”

jeongyeon almost doesn’t believe it LOL

the first act of dating momo is you two swipe yourselves into the photography department while holding hands and it’s so c*rny,,,,,,yet sweet

well i mean jihyo finds it sweet and nayeon says it’s corny but you know whatever

you actually get you and momo matching lanyards to wear for your IDs and you’re too shy to give it to her but when she finds them hanging on the wall of your dorm

she grasps them and is like !!!!!!! cute !!!!!

you got one with peaches on it because momo told you that’s what her name means and you didn’t say that either,,,,,,but momo somehow just Knew

momo is the comfortable college gf meaning she loves wearing baggy jeans, big t-shirts, uni sweaters, and sneakers

but sometimes when she has a dance competition to go to or sana makes her go shopping with her

you get to see momo in cute shorts or dresses and wow ok,,,,like i know we established how adorable she is but momo is hot,,,,,,and you’re like oh my,,,,,,,,,,,god and everyone is like “don’t drool” and you’re like excuse me but my gf is killing me????? do you see how good she looks??????

but to momo it doesn’t really matter what she wears, she’s fine showing up to get cereal with you in the campus dinning hall at 3 pm in her goofy pajamas like she’ll do it

but no matter what she always has that,,,,,strawberry scented shampoo,,,,,and this laid back aura that makes you feel that spinning heart feeling anytime you see her

you get to see momo’s photography and she’s pretty good,,,,,she’s definitely more careful with product photography then she is with like taking photos of people

see: all her pics of food for her portfolio are amazing, top quality

you ask her to take one photo of you and it’s a blurry nightmare

matching coffee mugs over matching phone cases

she unapologetically eats off your plate if you’re eating,,,,,,like even if you’re just unwrapping some gum she’ll break half the stick off

but you don’t mind,,,,,tbh you start carrying snacks with you because you know momo’s going to eat like half of yours LOL

when you first see her dance,,,,,you can’t even believe it’s her,,,,,,,

the same girl who just kissed you on the corner of the lips because she missed your mouth because she was still sleepy,,,,,,looks like the most fierce girl on stage

you know everyone else in the group is doing good,,,but you can’t look away from momo,,,,,,her impact is TOO strong

and afterword, sweaty and being flocked by people complimenting her - momo finds you in the crowd and sluggishly falls into your arms for a hug

“you did amazing, i never knew you were that good!”

she rubs her face into your neck and just goes “im hungry,,,,,,”

that’s momo as a gf for you; affectionate and hungry aksdlskjg

but really,,,being with her is so chill and you get worried because you want to do more for her, take her somewhere fancy or get her something expensive because she means a lot to you

but momo is totally fine with cuddling and a movie,,,,,,,,+ three different types of popcorn

and she just wants to kiss your face and not get up from the couch

also she never fails to amaze you because you once went to a dog cafe because you thought momo would have fun since she loves animals and cafe snacks

and an hour later, with a big dog sitting in her lap momo turns to you with a big smile and goes

“im actually allergic to them”

you almost yELL because oh GOD WHAT but she’s like not deathly!! she tries to hug the dog again but you’re like um excuse me let me get my gf out of her before she sneezes herself into a coma or something oh god

studying with momo consists of you quizzing her on stuff and giving her candy if she gets it right but every once in a while she just pushes the flash cards from your hands and asks to get all mushy instead

and you can’t resist her at all

jeongyeon is like “you’re wearing momo-colored glasses, all you ever see is her” and you’re like,,,,,,,yep,,,,,you right,,,,,,,,,i love her so much

you and momo looooove just laying out in a park after an exhausting week of school and work and everyone else and you guys share headphones and listen to a playlist you made

and there’s a song that goes ‘you are my peach, your are my plum’ and everytime it plays momo wiggles closer to you and mumbles that it’s your song,,,,,,,,because she’s your peach,,,,,and you’re her plum and ok is it the cutest thing ever? yeah. yeah it is

momo getting you to come to the gym with her and you’re like ,,,,, cant we just be slOBS together and go get some cheetos,,,,,,,

but momo is like it’s fun!! and you’re like idgi how can you like exercising but also not moving for 24 hours straight

dahyun: it’s her talent, the duality of les momo

you guys eskimo kiss and momo tickles you with the ends of her hair and it’s so damn soft,,,,,,,

momo is a horrible texter but it’s ok because she makes up for it by just sending the same heart emoji over and over again and then randomly you’ll get a selfie from her that makes you want to frame it and put it up in the moma she’s so damn gorgeous

she’s also the type of girlfriend to point to two cute animals cuddling and be like “us”

but also point to french fries stuck together and be like “ U!!S!!!!!”

you catch her dancing to herself and forgetting she’s in a library full of students and just so people stop staring at only her you start trying to dance along with her and ,,,

ok you love her so much and momo loves you ok she probably just blankly stares at you for 30 minutes before going “you’re pretty” and then passing out on top of her textbook

#twice scenarios #twice imagines #twice au #momo scenarios #momo imagines #momo au #sfw #twice #momo #hirai momo scenarios #hirai momo #girl group scenarios #gg scenarios #im going to cry this made me so emo

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cassxtaylor · 7 years

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The Blackmail (A Post-Para): Philippe & Cassandra

@philippexlinwood

Philippe Linwood: Philippe leisurely strolled around Harvey Nichols, his fingers gently trailing upon the racks of high-end branded clothing fabulously displayed. The luxurious store only catered to the high society of London, which was why he found himself drawn to the place, as it served as the perfect setting for his mischievous plan. The best part of it all was that he knew the place was foolproof, and it would allow him to get some shopping down as well. Two birds with one stone, always.

No doubt she would be here, he thought, as he walked around at a relaxed pace. The Masquerade event was in three days, and she surely would need to pick up a few items from one of her favourite shops. And right on cue, he found her by the accessories area, looking all pristine and as gorgeous as ever. Indeed, it was show time.

Without hesitation, he walked up to her, a bright smile on his face, before speaking out, “Oh, Cassandra. It’s been ages…”

Cassandra Taylor: The planning had been both a learning and a yawning experience. She was thankful that Devlin held the same views about the society soiree as her for if Cass had to keeping planning for events to entertain his acquaintances, she’d have surely lost her mind. Nevertheless, the masquerade ball did have her shred her disdain for pointless interactions and as she strolled around Harvey Nichols, she could even confess that she was actually looking forward to it.

Finding herself in the accessories area, her eyes catching sight of a gorgeous earring, she couldn’t resist the impulse to look at it closely. Its intricate pattern was a piece of art and though a year ago, Cass wouldn’t even have walked in this extravagant store, she now found herself craving for that purchase. Though rarely allowing her own indulgence, even she knew the need to enjoy and pamper herself once a while.

The earring was certainly to be blamed though, as being focused on it made her unaware of just who was approaching from a distance. By the time he came upon her, it was too late to escape and resisting the impulse to bolt, she turned around plastering a bright smile of her own “Philippe. It has. I almost thought you had fallen off the planet. What an unexpected surprise” And an unwanted one too. But she didn’t air that thought

Philippe Linwood: “My dear Cassie,” Philippe greeted her, a glint of evil twinkle in his eyes as he smiled, “that would be Charlotte who have vanished. I, however, remain here.” It had been ages since the last two had spoken, and the time span had not changed the ill feelings he had towards her. Glancing at the gorgeous pair of earrings she had been looking at, the man could not resist but take a closer look, peering down at the display case. “Ah, they’re lovely. They would look beautiful on those ears of yours, Cass.” He said, slowly straightening up. “I’m sure Devlin would be more than happy to get his wife such an exquisite beauty.”

Cassandra Taylor: A string of curses clouded her mind. If only she had been paying more attention, she could have easily dodged him. Nothing good could come out of this encounter, especially not if he was smiling in that way and a flicker of unease rested on her heart though her polite was as friendly as it possibly could be “Charlotte yes. Where is she?” Cass inquired resisting the urge to bite her lips. Nothing made sense anymore, nothing had since she had gone behind their back and committed the cardinal sin of falling in love with their enemy. “Well thank you! I should really get these and be on my way. Lots of things to do you know. With the upcoming event and all” Her eyes flickered to see if there was any shop assistant around but none seemed close enough. Pulling her eyes back closer, she inched further away from him “I am sure you have your own shopping to do. See you later Philippe”

Philippe Linwood: When Cassandra posed the question on Charlotte’s whereabouts his way, the man merely smiled. He was not going to be answering her question, lest she relayed it onto Devlin. He was definitely not letting their enemy know that the Red Queen was currently preoccupied elsewhere. Plus, it was she who needed to do some answering, and not the other way around. Noting her attempt to evade him, Philippe casually stepped to block her path, using his whole body to prevent her from taking another step. “What’s the rush, Cass?” He asked her, before dropping his tone. “Scared of your own past?”

Cassandra Taylor: His smile was beginning to grate on her nerves. Of course he wouldn’t tell her, she wasn’t one of them now. And she wasn’t one of the Strix either. It wasn’t the first time she threw that existential question of just where she belonged up in the air, only to have tangled webs thrown at her in response. She could almost feel her sandcastle starting to crumble and being powerless to do anything about it shattered her soul. She had never not wanted power, a simple tool to decide her own destiny and when she had finally found it, the price she had payed suddenly seemed too much, too final, too irrevocable. Cass wasn’t all that surprised when Philippe blocked her way and not letting the chaos of emotions show on her face at his words, she laughed quietly “My past was me living on the streets with garbage and poverty and drugs and mindless passing faces for company. Why would I be scared of that?” She knew he didn’t mean that past but the past he was referring to had become her current present nightmare

Philippe Linwood: Her feeble attempt at lying was laughable. Poor Cassandra never did quite have that dark side inside of her, never knew how to stand up for herself. She was always only pretty, clever, maybe, but dark? Definitely not. “We all know that that’s not the past I’m referring to.” He sweetly replied, before turning to the rest of the jewels behind the display case. “Say, how about you pretend that you’re browsing still, and maybe, just maybe,” producing his iPhone from his pocket, he showed her the screen, “I won’t hit send on this photo of us to your dear husband.” On the screen was a photo of the three of them, Charlotte, Cassandra and Philippe, hugging each other tightly in a candid shot, the trio mid-laugh on the frame. “Can you just imagine if he sees this?” Philippe taunted.

Cassandra Taylor: She had been gearing to physically push the man out of the way to get away from the situation when his words stopped her cold and her eyes flicked towards the screen. It seemed almost like that scene never happened, like that closeness had never existed, like that once tight friendship had not blown away in this manner. She could still remember Philippe and her arguing with Charlotte over her decision to send her out as a spy, but Charlotte won the debate, she always did. Cass wondered for a moment what would have happened if she hadn’t been on the mission. Would they have now been plotting against destroying and ripping the Taylors apart? That reality was too grim to contemplate and instead she turned towards another earring with a slight shrug “What of it? Anyone could say it was photoshopped. No one really knows except us and I think my dear husband would have a good laugh at that picture” she retorted nonchalantly. She really didn’t know if Dev would actually be laughing at the photo but one thing was certain, showing Philippe Linwood fear was never a good idea

Philippe Linwood: Of course she would not go down without a fight. But Philippe knew her all too well, as he simply swiped on the screen, before tapping it so, thus playing the video. On his screen played this: Cassandra and Charlotte, gleefully laughing, the same setting and the same day of the previous shot, while Philippe spoke on the background. A song played on, the two girls dancing around, before Charlotte made a reach for the camera, such that she vanished into the frame, and Philippe entered, his arms wrapped around Cass’ as the two giggled, before he planted a swift peck on her cheek, with Cass sticking her tongue out at the camera. The video halted then, as the man raised a brow in her direction. “Still think it’s Photoshop?”

Cassandra Taylor: She swore under her breath almost reaching out to snatch that offending device off his hand. Of course he had a plan. He was nothing if not efficient and while at the Royals, she had appreciated that quality, now it simply brought a bitter taste to her mouth. Cass tried seeing it through Dev’s eyes, seeing his wife being on super friendly terms with his enemy. Could her past be downplayed? Could she tell him they had all been friends at one point and had a falling out because Cass did not agree with Charlotte’s ideals? It sounded like a believable explanation. Expertly covering up the rising unease in her expression, she turned to give Philippe almost a nonchalant look “Okay well not Photoshop but not everyone’s past is stellar. Devlin will think I probably had a few questionable connections. That’s all”

Philippe Linwood: He had to give it to her, the lady had grown tougher under Devlin’s care. Normally, she would have cracked by now, but it seemed as if the Taylors had influenced Cassie to be unfazed, unlike before. “Really? You think Devlin wouldn’t think twice about his wife singing along and hugging the Red Queen and the Royal Prince?” The man commented, sliding his phone back into his pocket. “What about the hundreds more of photos and videos that we have, Cass? What about the messages, e-mails, and phone calls to your phone? What about the file folder we have of you detailing everything there is to know about you, Cassandra De Salva?” Philippe hissed the last two words, leaning in ever so slightly.

Cassandra Taylor: She should have known it was a lost case but she wouldn’t back down without a fight. It was why instead of revealing fear, she simply crossed her arms, bristling and a tiny bit unnerved at the use of her maiden name. It had been ages since anyone had called her that, but she knew he had won this round. There were e-mails and she didn’t think Devlin would take it lightly. He not just loved her, he trusted her and to have that rug pulled away from his feet would be a fall she really didn’t want to witness. “What do you want Philippe?” Cass almost growled “You do know it goes both ways don’t you? If you attempt to destroy me, I have the equal amount of ammunition to destroy you. State your purpose and go your merry way”

Philippe Linwood: That simple act of her crossing her arms was the confirmation he needed. She may not show it, but the man was successful in finding a detail to get under her skin. Straightening up, he smoothed his outerwear jacket, casually going on as if he was not threatening the woman just now. “I know, but you won’t use it now, will you?” Glancing up to her, he rested his hands behind him, standing in a power stance. “My sources tell me that the Strix had a new shipment of weapons. How on Earth you lot managed to find another weapons dealer is beyond me,” Philippe shrugged, uncaring, “but, the question remains: where is it? Where are the weapons, Mrs. Taylor?”

Cassandra Taylor: You Lot That just spoke of where he considered her to be. A part of the Strix and she would have perhaps if she didn’t have a death knell of a mission hanging over her head. She didn’t reply to his rhetorical question, merely raised her eyebrow enough to indicate that she could and she would. Even if it killed her. If they attempted to destroy her, she would not go down without a fight. At his inquiry, her brows furrowed in confusion “Weapons? What are you talking about? Last I know they had signed a deal for TM and are celebrating the success. Devlin trusts me yes, but I am not an official member of the gang to be privy to all information. Sorry I couldn’t help” she deadpanned and turned to try on an earring. Where on earth were the staff members when you needed them?

Philippe Linwood: “Cass, don’t lie to me.” The man pouted, feigning the innocence of that of a child’s. “You know, Charlotte may think that you’re still on our side, but I damn well know that you’ve fallen for that husband of yours.” Philippe could see it, because he knew the look of love when he saw it. Heck, she wore the same look that he used to wear around Marie. You could just pick up on it, even from miles away. “See, I wonder what happens if we just cancel your mission right here, right now. You know, since you’re obviously working for them now by refusing to give me the information you were sent for.” Truth be told, he was getting sick and tired of how long this exchange was going. The Taylors had succeeded in influencing Cassandra, by turning her into one of them. She could deny it all she wanted, but he saw right through her act. “I’m getting tired.” He told her, his tone dangerously dropping to an undesirable level.

Cassandra Taylor: “I am not lying. I honestly have no clue what weapons or dealers you are talking about Philippe. Maybe you should ask your source for more information. If they got it once, they’d get it again” She turned to look right in his eye willing him to believe she was being honest, neither blinking nor covering in fear or uncertainty. Her face still had its polite friendliness, not even reacting to his very correct observation of just how much she had fallen for her husband nor to his comment about cancelling her mission. She wanted to get away but their destinies now were so tangled, she doubted any of them would come out of it unscarred. “So am I. Look here…if you want to know who the guests are for the event, I can give you that list. That’s the only information I have in hand. Now if you’ll excuse me” she pushed past him cursing that she couldn’t make a run for it

Philippe Linwood: No longer amused with their little charade, Philippe grabbed Cassandra’s arm, a tight grip on the delicate limb underneath. “Frankly, you’re still working for us. So it’s either you cough up the information, or you’re fired.” He seethed, his chocolate-hued eyes no longer kind, as they roared with fire. “And trust me, you know what happens to ex-employees who are too much of a liability to the gang.” Narrowing his eyes, he kept his hold on her, completely confident despite the public setting they were in. “Are you sure your husband can protect you the moment you step out of this building’s doors? You might not even be able to step one foot out, Cass.” Because he never travelled alone, the man had managed to secure three of the Royal assassins, positioned just outside at various points, waiting for his cue. “I’d start talking if I were you.” He was not above killing her anymore.

Cassandra Taylor: Her eyes widened momentarily not expecting to hear what she was hearing. She had always been under the impression that no matter what, Charlotte or Philippe wouldn’t kill her. She wasn’t like any other member on their payroll. She had been their closest friend but now, looking into his furious eyes, she knew the lines had been crossed and frankly she couldn’t even blame them. But the fact that she could be killed rested heavily on her head, though she simply didn’t know how to react to that. Her eyes looked away from a moment trying to spot where their cams would be. What kind of high security shop wouldn’t have assistants all around? Biting her bottom lip she looked at him trying to be as earnest as possible “What happens if you fire me? I have no clue about the weapons. Why on earth would Devlin tell me??” She knew how important that was to him, he had talked of nothing else for days and her heart twisted at the thought of sabotaging it all

Philippe Linwood: Philippe’s brow quirked, as if daring her to challenge him even more. Ever since Charlotte had decided to go away and leave it all behind to him, it was safe to say that the man had succumbed to the role he played, acting more and more like the evil genius of a leader he always ambitioned himself to be. “Fired employees make for dead employees.” He merely stated, a twitch of the corner of his mouth turning upright. “Now, let me ask you again: tell me where the location of the weapons is, Cassandra.” This time, his voice was stronger, more forceful, as his grip on her arm tightened.

Cassandra Taylor: She visibly flinched at his grip, knowing it would bruise and knowing she’d have to come up with another spew of lies to hide just what was happening. “I don’t know the location. I swear of my mother I don’t” Cass erupted trying to pull away. The fact that she had even mentioned her mother Catalina should be proof enough that she wasn’t lying “I know the date. That’s all I know. He keeps all information in his safe. No one knows the combination except him. I am not lying. I just know the date. It’s the 21st of July. Whatever is happening will happen then. That’s all I know…having me killed won’t serve any purpose” she insisted quietly tugging at her arms. Granted she had lied about the date too but Philippe would never really know that. Philippe Linwood: She was fighting, struggling to get out of his grip, but Philippe was far stronger than she was when it came down to it. “Well, well, well.” She was starting to cough up facts now. “A safe? Where is this safe? I know for a fact that you know where it is, Cass. Come on. Spill it out.” He sing-songed, boring his intense gaze into hers. “You know I won’t stop or tell them to back down lest you tell me.”

Cassandra Taylor: His grip was really starting to hurt and she contemplated screaming bloody murder for a moment but one look at his thunderous expression and she knew he’d quick likely kill her and pay people for their silence. She was digging into her lips almost drawing blood thinking fast. Devlin always locked his office and there was security everywhere plus she could warn him to keep more security around too. Philippe would get the information but he won’t be able to do anything with it “His office! Underneath the couch cushion” another lie who Philippe wouldn’t know that “Now let me go!!”

Philippe Linwood: Maybe it was because he knew that he was hurting her enough, or that he had threatened her life, or the fact that under duress, he knew Cassandra could not lie, but either way, Philippe finally loosened his hold, before completely letting go. “See, that wasn’t so bad.” He murmured, as he straightened up, before taking another peek at the display case they had been peering at a while ago. “Really, Cass, you must get those earrings.” With a turn of his heel, the man began to walk away, speaking into his earpiece for the assassins to back off. “Ta-ta, De Salva. ‘Till next time!” He waved good bye, back towards her still, as he strolled off into the exit, particularly pleased with himself, as he got what he came for.

Cassandra Taylor: Her knees almost buckled as she clutched the counter and shut her eyes tightly. This had to end. She couldn’t go on at all, hurting the ones she loved and that safe contained almost all secrets Dev ever stored. She would have to think of something, anything to salvage the situation, her eyes darkening at Philippe’s happy exit. She wouldn’t let the Royals win, they were her friends…correction, they had been her friends but now that was well and truly over. Almost slamming the earring on the counter, she rushed towards the car and to that one person whose trust she didn’t deserve but was hell bent on preserving. Even if it killed her.

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A payment is a payment. No matter the expense or order it is taken. Whether with material riches or the very vitality stolen from your victim. When remittance is required, remittance is acquired. So, you can imagine my elation upon finding out I was indebted to follow my family’s succession, upon finding out accordingly that I was to be gifted the first-born Weaver girl. Nila Weaver.

Procuring the girl was much too easy, I had stolen her right in front of her Father, her brother and all without the need for bloodshed and violence. There was no need for uncivilised threats, brawn or arguments. My power was absolute. Neither Weaver man could do a single thing to stop me from taking what was /mine/, what was /owed/ to me. She was now /mine/. Limitless power only graced the fair few, such as myself, it gave me the ability to appear noble, polite and downright courteous to those around me. It was pathetic at how easily this so called enemy Archibald Weaver handed over his only daughter to the man who would strip her bare not only physically but emotionally too. I would tear down every wall there was, she would become a shadow of herself, she would become my puppet. Eager to please. What could a man do with his balls held on a very short fucking string? He had no power. Oh, how he had wanted to kill me, how he wanted to rip my beating heart right from my chest, but he would fail. Just like he had failed to protect and conceal the apple of his eye - Nila. Nila Weaver. It had taken me a total of nothing for her to go from his to mine. It was pathetic. At first glance he had thought I was a man, a simple man there to appreciate the fine art the Weaver girl had created with a needle and thread, that all changed when I handed him the black card. “The time is nigh to pay your debts. Your past has found you.” How it fascinated and overjoyed me to watch his eyes go from gleeful to sheer terror shaking him to his very core. Watching him with a hardened gaze, I noticed a flash of rebellion strike across his gaze and his hand to slip into hers. Stupid, stupid man. He knew the consequences if he refused to hand her over. He knew we would not rest until she was ours. It was fate. Their fate. Leaning as if to whisper a kind word in his ear, my voice gruff and low I said “Do not make me slaughter what family you have left, Archibald. Hand her over.” Without hesitation or any such rebellion on his part, he handed his daughter over. He had no choice. I had offered him an ultimatum and he chose to the right decision. Her life was now in my hands, everything she did and would do would be dictated by me. Anything I wished, I would get. Never had I imagined this transaction to be so effortless and without flaw, I had envisioned her to make a fuss, to defy against me, to refuse to take my hand but instead she obeyed. She placed her hand in mine and glided next to me in a shroud of darkness. Observing her attire, I shook my head in disapproval, that would have to go. She was not to travel in such a conspicuous dress. That would bring unnecessary attention and that I certainly did not need. Not to mention the impossible task of getting her on my Harley Davidson, it’s black exterior a near match to the shade of black her dress was in. Letting go of her hand, I drifted behind her to take stock of the way her body curved, the way her hair fell to compliment her dress, of course with such an inordinate outfit, it was hard to fully appreciate the way her body was. Crossing the diminutive but beautiful street, with the crisp Milan air filling my lungs it was hard for me to conceal the jocular expression that claimed dark rugged features. Coming to a stop opposite my new purchase, casting it’s black menacing shadow against the pavement, my attention again returned to her. “Get on.” -“Excuse me?” Was she deaf or just plain stupid? “Get on the bike.” It was hard, so fucking hard to keep the natural balance between gentleman and beast. The rules my father had drilled into me repeated, hammering me, I had to control the anger, I needed to ignore it into submission. I should have known, it was far too fucking easy to have been true. “Ms. Weaver, get on. I will not ask again.” Kidnapping was the very last resort to obtain the debt owed, but so help me if she refused this time, I would have to take her by force. Thankfully, she did as she was told, but not without question. Bunching up her skirts to try and sit atop the luxurious seat, she inched closer. This would not do. Not only did the skirts hang over to drape across the tyre, they accumulated behind my back preventing me from pushing her inescapably close. Stroking the throttle of my bike, I tried to ignore the cluster sat at my back, it became unbearable. Anger at the inconvenience of this unfortunate attire clawed at the base of my throat, no longer could I take it.

Ripping the rich fabric from her slim figure as if it was nothing but a sheet of paper, gave release to the anger building within me. Feathers, beads, and organza’s fell the floor like a silken ribbon, turning her to pivot before me to scrutinize the fairness of exposure, I caught glimpses of tears rolling down her cheeks, and pleads alike to leave her dress as it may. Taking her chin within my grip, my eyes bored into hers. “Do you think this is a fucking game, Ms Weaver? It is not. I suggest you hush up, and stop complaining. It is your life for theirs.” What made it all the sadder was, she believed I was taking her for want of her. As if I, a man such as myself would be interested in a woman like her. Fair, meek and tedious. Never photographed with another man except her father or brother. It would come as no surprise to me, if under all this shelter, she was still a Virgin. The woman was still a babied child. Perhaps, this would make this transaction even more troublesome.

Milan airport, ah, a step closer to her fully becoming mine. A step closer until she learns her fucking place. The sooner she learnt this, the better. This isn’t just hard on her, no, I had only learnt of this a month ago, and expected to obtain the debt with little complications. I was heeding my instructions, so why couldn’t she? Twisting her writhing form adjacent to mine, the same trace of annoyance coming again. “As a civil act of kindness, I shan’t punish you yet, but if you continue to fight me on this, I will make you wish you had obeyed every order given. Got it?” Nodding, she again seemed to embrace her timidness, her weak-kneed will. Good; she ought to. How I wanted to punish her, how I wanted to teach her not to anger me. She would learn. Within due time. If not? A mirage of pain would come her way. And that? Would be entirely stupid on her part. Stupid girl. She was a toy, nothing more, nothing less. As if she thought a single tear or two could deter me from getting what I want. Had I need to remind her that her life was in my hands? Entirely.

Travelling was never a challenging task, nor a complicated matter. That was until I had been tasked with this, this excuse for a woman. A woman who could barely stand on her own two feet at the best of times, a woman whose olive toned skin would suddenly drain of all colour known to leave a monumental mask of white. Having learnt of her disadvantage - Vertigo. My patience had hit an all-time low. I hadn’t the time nor the patience to keep this girl upright because she failed to do so herself. It was like looking after a child, I was completely clueless. Another thing to add to the agenda was her unpredictable nature, if she weren’t to know what and how to react, how am I supposed to control that? It was practically impossible. What could I control about a situation that seemed to change all the time? For instance, her obedience. The initial situation was never to change. Since the dark ages the Weavers had been indebted to us- Hawks. Times may have gone, but the debts never do. Not even this one. She was to pay off a debt centuries old, one her ancestors forged for her. Clicking my tongue in indignation, I fought the collapsing veil between man and the beast festering within. She made it incredibly hard, she was such a fucking nuisance. Her loud cries, her pleas pounded into my ears and if I had to listen to any more of this, I would gladly slit her throat just to shut her up. She’d be the last ever Weaver girl to cross our household, I’d make that a promise.

Her fate was sealed. There would be no more Nila Weaver, and all in a night. One single night, it took me one night to destroy her life. For her idyllic life to come collapsing at her feet, to leave the life she had in shreds. The brainless moron thought someone would come to rescue her, to take her back to what she knows, to the life she had. She’s in for a sharp shock, and she’s sourly mistaken. There is no escape from this. Checking my watch, my personal driver was to arrive in a matter of minutes, and he couldn’t come quick enough. I could not stand this any longer, my head was going to explode with her idiotic questions, her bouts of unsteadiness and her downright audacity to defy me even in the slightest; I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t raging to teach her a lesson right here and now. To force her panties around her ankles, spread her legs and insert my fingers into her no doubt tight cunt.

Finally, Pierce had arrived, painfully slow at that, rolling to a stop opposite the curb I stood. Keeping composure of being a presentable gentleman, I processed to open the car door for her. “In, Ms. Weaver, now.” Not giving her chance, or leisure to climb in at her own pace, I surpassed her and yanked her down beside me. She reeked of desolation and pity. It was sickening me, what angered me more was her ‘discreet’ sobbing, and sad goodbye to the life she had. “Stop crying.” It was deplorable, I hated myself for this. The more she fought her tears, the more aroused I got. The more my cock twitched against the tightening fabric of my suit pants. The very air shimmered with looming violence, I was so close to choking her, bounding her, making her mine. One tear away and I will wrap my hand around her throat, make her know that it’s best to follow what I demand.

One might think to claim another as your own in such a way I plan to, you must have little to no compassion, I couldn’t deny that my compassion was scarce, but it was not all absent. Sliding my hand to rest it upon her thigh, I watched her, her immediate obedience to allow me to. A good little pet. She sat statuesque as my fingertips travelled further across her inner thigh, gliding my thumb over her hoods through her panties. -“Jethro, pl-please.” She begged. Hah, it was almost laughable. Begging would accomplish nothing. My nostrils flared, “Shut up. Don’t breathe another word.” Only if she had listened, if she’d followed my instruction I wouldn’t have to teach her this lesson. Unfortunately, her ignorance to do as I say caused this. It caused the punishment I was about to deliver. Pushing her panties aside, I smeared my thumb over her already throbbing clit. I had barely touched her, and she was ready to give herself to me, ready to come screaming out my name. My god would she scream. I’d reduce her to a shaking mess. Driving one finger deep inside her, I growled low in my chest. She was so fucking tight, oh how tight she was; it was unbelievably hard to pump a single finger in and out of her, it was as if her little world paused for the smallest of moments as my finger hit a spot sending her into undoubtable passion, my finger pulsated deep inside her; guilt at having to do this practically crippled me but she needed to be taught, she had to know her place before I got her home. Thrusting a second finger in her turned my passion into a fiery blaze, she was so fucking tight, it would appear she was virgin. The very hardness of my erection seared in my jeans, if I didn’t remove my fingers now I was sure to come in my trousers. Locking my gaze with the woman who was to die for the sins of her ancestors, I felt glacial to her allure. She was an inheritance. A simple transaction; nothing more.

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