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Santa Daddy - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

All the Tribal Chief wants for Christmas is you.

PAIRING: Roman Reigns x OC

Word Count: 3.7k words

A/N: Sorry I brought this in so late, I got sick. Better late than never though! Enjoy!

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It was Christmas morning. Your face was a picture of utmost focus as you wiped away the hair stuck to your forehead. It was a mini madness in your open layout kitchen, but at least it was your controlled chaos. In a few hours' time, a select mix of friends, co-workers and family members would converge at your place for a Christmas sleepover for the ages, to mark your first holidays as Roman Reigns' fiancée.

What a crazy eighteen months it has been for you. If anyone told you that within that timeframe, you would escape from your abusive boyfriend, move states, find a new job and a new place to live, you would have laughed in their face.

And Lord knows how you'd have reacted if they added that you'd be dating a professional wrestler in that same timeframe. And not just any wrestler, but the marquee name, the number one guy in WWE. But here you were. In the house you lived in together. Diamond ring on your finger. Prepping dinner and being quite giddy about it too. It had been a long time since you were giddy about anything, but that changed after you said yes to a coffee date with Roman a lifetime ago, it felt like now.

The honey-glazed chicken, roasted potatoes and gravy were ready, as were the salads and greens. Your centerpiece was undoubtedly the smoky Nigerian jollof rice you couldn't wait for everyone to taste. The chocolate was fragrant as it melted in the pot and the sweet crème caramel was setting nicely. You really wanted everything to go smoothly today. Dinner first, after which everyone would gather in the den for gift swaps, karaoke, play some raunchy adult games, then go to bed whenever they liked before leaving in the morning for their drives home. It was the perfect itinerary and you planned to make sure it was.

You were whisking the chocolate sauce on the stove when the shuffling of a familiar pair of size fifteens invaded your ears. Your heart pounded a little harder anfd your brown eyes lit up as he walked into the kitchen, drinking him in with your heart-shaped mouth curving into a smile. It was incredible how he gave off the exact same aura and energy as his grand entrances to the ring with just entering a small room. It was intimidating in the sexiest way.

"I see someone found one of their gifts." Your voice was soft and sweet - a tone you used only for him - with the gentle tinge of a tease. Your man looked so good in his red Christmas-themed pajama set that matched yours, which he complemented with a Santa hat covering the top of his head.

Roman came to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your neck. "You look amazing in yours," he told you. Taking a deep breath, he welcomed your fragrance deep into his lungs. Your scent reminded him of hot chocolate on a cold winter's day and the roaring fireplace several feet away in the living room. It reminded him of home. You were home.

"Merry Christmas, my beautiful wife-to-be. I love you." His voice was a low, tender rumble in your ear, and you shivered slightly as his hands massaged your waist, his warm breath caressing the sensitive nape of your neck.

"I love you too, Daddy. Merry Christmas," you greeted back, absorbing the aura, the love and affection radiating from him like a bright light. Gosh, how did you get so lucky, winding up with this incredibly handsome, sweet, gentle giant of a man as a life partner?

"It smells so good in here, babe," Roman complimented, dipping his finger in the gravy boat for a taste. "I wish you woke me up to help out," he added sheepishly.

You shook your head immediately. "Don't worry about it. You needed your rest from all the traveling you've been doing."

"What time do the festivities start again?"

You turned off the stove to temp the chocolate down and turned to him. "Not till like, three."

"Hmm, and it's only nine-thirty now. That's a whole lotta time to ourselves," he pointed out, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively as he tugged at the waistband of your pajama pants. "I know I got a lot of presents, but Daddy wants to open this one first. Can I?" he asked with a syrupy sweet voice that promised something much more carnal.

"That depends on if you were naughty or nice this year," you replied.

The dramatic pout that came with his puppy dog eyes was so cute. "I promise I've been a good boy."

You arched a manicured brow at him. "You sure? Not even the tiniest bit bad?"

Roman puffed out his chest and grinned proudly. "I'm positive. I made my woman very happy this year. That counts as good, right?"

The glittering rock on your finger answered that question. "Definitely," you agreed.

"Exactly. By the way, look up."

You followed his pointed finger. A sprig of mistletoe dangled from the cabinet right above you. You met your fiancé's stormy stare, and your pussy purred from the mischief and lust you saw in them. You licked your lips with anticipation, knowing full well he was going to have his way with you, like he always did. Like you always wanted him to.

"C'mere." He guided your face to his own with his hand on the back of your neck. Your hands clutched his broad shoulders as your lips melded together in a soft, passionate dance. You stood in the kitchen for what felt like hours, worshiping each other's mouths, the smacking of your lips and hushed sighs mingling with the soft Christmas ballad playing through Alexa.

As you kissed, Roman couldn't help but get turned on. He let his hands slip down into the back of your pants and over your backside, molding your bare ass cheeks in his palms while you pressed yourself against him. You continued the increasingly intense makeout session, neither of you seeming to be in any hurry to stop.

"Santa Daddy thinks you've been a good girl this year," he murmured against your lips, "so good that you deserve a special present."

"Mmm, I love presents, Santa Daddy," you replied, allowing him to pick you up and place you on the countertop. He stepped into the space between your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, while your arms curled around his shoulders as you dove into the kiss. He caressed your mouth with his luscious tongue in a way that made your knees weak. Your hands and his moved in unison, pulling off each other's clothes until you were both completely nude. The second your top was off, his fingers teased your nipples, which instantly pebbled at his touch. His broad chest was hard and warm against your palms, and you scratched your nails along his ribs just to hear him hiss in a breath right before his mouth latched onto your throat. You whimpered and gripped his hair. God, his mouth and tongue felt so good on your skin. He nibbled and sucked on you while massaging your right breast, and you felt the pit of stomach heat up with the rabid need for your pussy to be filled. The moisture pooling between your thighs could probably fill a lake.

With your eyes closed as you savored the sensations, you never quite saw him take the pot of chocolate, dip the whisk in it and wave it over your nipples. The chocolate that dripped onto your skin seared with heat, but his tongue was there to quickly lick it away before the pain registered as anything more than a turn-on.

"Mmm, that's tasty," he commented.

You watched him and his lethal mouth like a hawk. "You like that, Daddy?" you inquired, resting back on your elbows.

"Oh, I do." He drizzled more chocolate over your breasts. Your mind swam as he took his time sucking each soft flesh, activating your erogenous pressure point. He then dipped his finger in the warm chocolate then made a long trail down your lower belly. He licked that away, then used two fingers to paint your entire pussy with the hot chocolate, his face a mask of concentration as he worked on his masterpiece. Your body jerked and you sucked in a breath at the fire that raged between your legs. Then his tongue was down there, splitting your soft folds apart to delve into your sweetened essence.

Yanking the Santa hat off his head, your fingers threaded through his messy ponytail, pulling his face flush against you, writhing against him and begging for more. "Unnnh, babe, that feels so good," you groaned, your brain growing fuzzy as he French-kissed your pussy, pleasure licking at you with the same devastating impact as his tongue. "Fuck, baby, I love you!"

"I know," Roman moaned back, pushing your thighs further apart. "Spread your legs, baby...wider," he instructed you, his burly arms winding around your thighs and yanking you closer to him. "Mmm, perfect. Imma eat you off this counter, girl."

And he was. With gusto. Desperate for release, you tried to squirm but he had you pinned down to the kitchen island, keeping you still. You were panting hard as the tension coiled tighter in your belly. You were almost there, just a step away from that cliff, when he nuzzled his face against your wet pussy and flicked your hard little clit with his thumb. The pressure sent you over the edge and you moaned through the orgasm, your back arching against the cool surface of the counter. Your string of moans was an aphrodisiac to Roman, and he kept up his tender licking and sucking until your legs fell from his shoulders and you gave a shuddering sigh.

"Jesus," you whispered.

Roman resembled a kid in a candy store with his beard stained with cum and chocolate, eyes bright and lust-filled. He looked up, licked his lips with a smug smile and said, "Nothing tastes as good as you, baby," he praised, and your ego swelled. He always knew the right things to say to make you feel good. Twining your fingers in his, he pulled you upright and kissed your lips, sharing your tangy sweetness with you.

"Your turn," you announced, and slid carefully off the counter, pushing him to sit on one of the stools. You moved to take the pot of chocolate, but the three mason jars filled with homemade caramel sauce caught your eye. A devious little idea popped up in your head. Grabbing one, you unscrewed the cover, licking the sauce around the rim before grabbing Roman's dick with one hand, bringing the jar up to his plum-shaped tip.

"Fuck, girl," Roman shivered, his eyes wide when you dunked his dick right inside the jar. Your eyes shone excitedly as you pulled him back out, the thick, succulent syrup dripping down his pipe and around the rim of your hand.

"Mmm, look at all this sweetness on your dick, Daddy," you moaned, bending at the waist to capture his cock between your lips, your husky sigh vibrating against his sensitive skin. Roman moaned softly as you angled your bobbing head, sliding his dick further down your throat with the same rhythm as your hand stroking him, the sensations leaving him boneless.

"Shiiiit, just like that, baby, eat up my dick like a good girl, how's it taste, huh?" he managed to ask.

"Good," you hummed, working your tongue from the tip of his dick down to the veiny underside of his shaft, causing his breathing to grow labored as his cock throbbed in your hand.

"Oh my god, your tongue, dem juicy lips," Roman clutched your hair, watching you intensely. "Keep suckin' my dick, baby, show me what that mouth do."

Wordlessly, you drew his cock deeper into your mouth with a deep breath and started sucking him with only your jaw doing all of the work. His dick was more than sizable, but was no match for your mouth. Daddy had trained you well to handle all of that fat dick with your mouth and pussy. You paused to scoop more caramel sauce with his dick like a spoon, licking off every drop off his shaft with lavish swipes of your tongue.

"Put some on my balls," Roman instructed.

He held his dick up and out of the way while you rubbed a mix of chocolate and caramel all over his balls. As you sucked on them, Roman slowly massaged his dick, occasionally slapping your face with it. The visual of your arched back mesmerized him, the deliberate twerking of your plump ass cheeks as you pleasured him short-circuited his brain. Even hotter was the sight of his balls hidden in your mouth and the sauce mixture smeared on your chin. The contrast of the dark substance on your brown skin was so fucking sexy.

"That's it, baby, that's it...shit!" The Tribal Chief's deep voice was a strangled gasp, his breaths becoming even shallower as you popped his balls out to recapture his dick. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, lost in toe-curling pleasure as you lodged him in the back of your throat, your warm mouth swallowing around the base of his shaft like a suction. It was his turn to fidget in place, his fingers digging into your scalp as ecstasy loomed ever closer. "Baby I'm gon' come," he whined.

You moaned at his warning, the vibrations shuddering around his length. Your eyes locked with his as he started to fall apart. With a loud groan, he held your head still and gasped helplessly with each spurt of his cum gushing down your throat, his hips bucking from the force of his release. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt you swallow, drinking your fill, your tongue lapping up whatever you spilled. You pulled him out and gulped air back into your lungs, then glanced back up at him with those mischievous pretty eyes, pursing your pouty lips against his blunt head and making his cock twitch in your grasp.

"How the fuck am I still hard?" he half-laughed, half-choked, earning a proud grin from you.

"I got that magic mouth, baby," you declared haughtily, twisting your hand around him in gentle soothing strokes, "And you got this magic dick. You gonna put it on me, Santa Daddy? I know you want to."

"Damn right." He got off the chair and spun you around, bending you over the kitchen table. The tabletop remained cold against your bare, chocolate-streaked skin, and you shivered in response. It was only seconds before he guided your hands to grip the edges of the table in front of you. You moaned softly as he nudged your legs wider apart, hiking your ass slightly higher to press himself up against you.

"Ay, Alexa, turn that shit off, I wanna hear my girl scream for me," he growled at the air, and you burst out laughing when the kitchen fell into an abrupt silence.

His hard dick throbbed between your ass cheeks. He ran the thick head up and down the slit of your pussy lips. When he pushed the first few inches in, you whined pitifully. Your velvety womanhood pulled him in, eking a groan from the Tribal Chief as his big hands roamed your back and ass. His thrusts were slow at first, savoring the feel of your tight, wet pussy tugging at him with each languid stroke. You responded by bucking up against him, luring him even deeper into your body. You moaned together in mutual pleasure.

"God, so tight, so wet...bomb ass pussy," he grunted, smacking your ass and squeezing on the soft juicy flesh, knowing it would make you that much wetter as he stretched you open with that good dick. Your keening moans were nothing but fuel for him; he knew you loved it when he fucked you deep and hard and a little rough, ticking all your little sexual boxes that no one but him knew about. His rhythm was steady yet heavy, keeping you on edge with deep strokes right up on your g-spot. Leaning over you, he swept your hair out of your face to kiss your cheek, a hushed moan slipping from his throat when you squirmed against him, pressing your ass closer to his hips every time he pushed into you.

With the table pressing into your belly and his body trapping you against it, you felt his dick swell inside you, girthier and harder with every thrust. Your body was so sensitized from your previous orgasm that you felt another one build in record time. You wanted your second nut so bad, and you rolled your ass against him, hoping to put enough pressure on your clit to bring it on.

"Unnh yeah, throw that sexy ass back at me," Roman grunted with another hard smack to your ass which jiggled from the impact of his big hand. Said hand then made its way into your hair, the other gripping your waist as he grinded against you and you against him. He loved it; loved you, loved the feel of your bodies moving together, your juices dripping all over his dick, loved the fact that you couldn't seem to control the noises you were making as the kitchen echoed with the erotic sound of them.

"Oh, baby, I'm fuckin' close," you whimpered through your moans.

"How close?" he asked, his lips brushing soft kisses between your shoulder blades and trailing them down your back. His warm breath and his soft beard tickled your skin, and too aroused to answer, you merely whimpered again and bounced your ass more impatiently on his dick. The tension was there in your belly, swirling around so close to explosion, and you needed it like you needed air.

Roman's grip on your hair strengthened, anchoring himself to you. "Don't move. Lemme get that pussy." He was like a Ferrari engine, accelerating with harder pummeling thrusts that filled you to the brim. He was now balanced on just the balls of his feet in an effort to drive deeper into you, pounding you out until you were leaking down your thighs and all over his dick and balls. It felt so good. Too good.

"Yes, Daddy, beat that shit up...unnhhh, my god, I'm coming," you moaned long and loud as you unraveled like flimsy wrapping paper. Stars sparked behind your eyelids as the orgasm tore through you, leaving you shaking uncontrollably from its intensity.

"Mmm, there you go sweetheart, soak my dick, come all over it," he snickered proudly, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. "Was that nut good, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy, so good," you grinded out, lightheaded, your eyes glazed over and unfocused, even more so as you felt his hand spread over the back of your neck and hold you down to the countertop, his hips winding against your ass as he stayed burying his long, girthy dick in your warm, snug depths.

"Good, cuz I'm 'bout to nut too...shit, baby girl, this pussy amazing...You gon' make me put a kid in you..."

The thought of him breeding you with his seed had your pussy clenching around his cock, the suckling sensation reducing his husky taunts into yet another helpless moan. You could tell from his breathing that he was indeed close, his frenzied thrusts becoming sloppier as white-hot pleasure surged through both of your bodies in incredible waves.

"Oh shit, Y/N," Roman grunted, squeezing your hips for dear life as something snapped inside him. Slamming his dick into you one last time, he went completely rigid with a shout as he came hard for you. The warm wet spurts of cum emptying inside you caused your body to shiver against his as you milked his dick dry. His heavy weight kept you pressed into the hard marble table, both of you so limp that it didn't seem to matter that you couldn't breathe. Somehow, you managed to stand back upright, making him do the same behind you. As he wrapped you up in a hug, he was still inside you, and you tilted your head up to gently bite his bottom lip before licking at his tongue. It made him smile, and you couldn't help but smile back as he shared a long, greedy kiss with you before finally pulling out with a groan, slapping your backside one more time as he stepped away.

"Save some of that chocolate stuff for us," he said, grinning when you shot him a questioning look. "I want you to use 'em on me again later tonight."

You picked up the two sets of pajamas off the floor. "Hmm, you won't be too tired from dinner and all that?"

"Too tired to fuck you? Never, my baby girl."

"Then I'll make sure to bring a jar of each." You laughed as his Adams apple and his cock bobbed simultaneously, his imagination running wild with all the nasty things you would do to him.

"Good idea. Nah, scratch that, great idea," he corrected himself with a chuckle, lifting you into his arms bridal-style and carrying you out of the kitchen. "Right now, we both need a shower."

"Why do I got a feeling this 'shower' is gonna keep our guests waiting?"

He laughed with you and ascended the stairs. "You know me so well."

It was two p.m. by the time he was through with you. When you determined that your legs could function properly again, you dragged yourself out of his bed, changed into another set of pajamas and made your way back downstairs to put the finishing touches on the food and the rest of the house. You had just finished cleaning up the kitchen when this man came up behind you and ran his hands all over your body. His dick was hard.

"Again?" you breathed, biting back a gasp when he started undoing the strings of your pants. The guests would be arriving anytime soon.

"Just one more," he groaned huskily in your ear, grabbing a jar of chocolate sauce, "I've missed you so much, baby, I need to taste you one more time..."

About half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Jey and his wife Larissa were your first guests. When the front door opened, they took one good look at you and Roman; disheveled clothing, hair out of place, the smear of sauce over your left breast and on the corner of Roman's lips, and put two and two together.

"Y'all nasty," Larissa giggled and entered the house, with Jey merely shaking his head behind her.

🎄THE END🎄

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Terra's Target #5 The Scientist

Never put your heart in the way of a merciless assassin's goals.

Terra, the Nigerian assassin, navigated the dimly lit corridors of the high-tech lab, her footsteps echoing against the sterile walls. The infiltration crew followed closely behind her, their weapons ready, alert for any signs of resistance.

As they approached the entrance to the underground office, Terra signaled for the crew to take up defensive positions. With a swift and silent motion, Terra reached for the door handle, her other hand gripping her pistol. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the confrontation that lay ahead.

In a blur of movement, Terra flung open the door and charged into the office, but there were no shots to be heard, no guards to be seen. Terra's eyes scanned the space, taking in the array of advanced computer systems and scientific equipment that lined the walls. And there, at the far end of the room, sat Viola, the scientist they had come to confront. The young dark-skinned woman looked up from her work, her expression a mix of surprise and defiance.

Terra approached her, her steps measured and deliberate. She holstered her gun and met Viola with a steely gaze. "Dr. Viola," she said with a grin. "Want to help us out?"

Viola met Terra's eyes; her own gaze unwavering. "I suppose you're here for research," she said, her tone oddly calm given the circumstances.

Terra nodded, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "You're a smart woman, Doctor. Let's make this easy for both of us."

Terra stood before Viola, her eyes narrowed and her hand resting on her gun's grip. Behind her, the infiltration crew kept a watchful eye on the surroundings, their weapons ready.

"I can't give what you seek, even if I wanted to." Viola said sternly.

"Dr. Viola," Terra began, her voice low and menacing, "you have two options. Either you give us the passcode the easy way, or we do this the fun way."

Viola, despite the palpable danger, remained composed. She met Terra's gaze, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. "I'm afraid your threats are futile, stranger. The access to these computers is not something that can be obtained through force or coercion."

Terra was admittedly a little surprise surprised by Viola's confidence. "Is that so? And why is that?"

Viola smiled, a hint of triumph on her lips. "Because the security system is linked to my vital signs. There's a device implanted in my chest, constantly monitoring my heartbeat and blood pressure. The computers will only grant me access when I'm calm and working."

Terra took a step closer, forming a sadistic grin. "Well, I guess we have to do things the fun way."

Viola shook her head. "It's not about death, It's about my emotional state. If I'm under duress, if my heart rate spikes or my blood pressure rises, the system will lock me out. It's a failsafe, designed to prevent anyone from forcing me to divulge information."

Terra motioned to the guards, who quickly moved to restrain Viola. They grabbed her arms, holding her firmly in place despite her struggles. Viola's eyes widened with fear as Terra approached her. "What are you doing?! you'll get nothing by killing or hurting me!"

Terra's lips brushed against Viola's ear, making the scientist shiver involuntarily. "I've been told these ladies are good at hacking computers..." the assassin purred, her melodic Nigerian accent conveying a sensual and ominous tone.

Terra's fingers traced along Viola's collarbone. The assassin's touch was feather-light. Soon, meaning would come to her words...

"But see, I'm a different kind of hacker," she murmured, flicking open her switchblade and dragging the flat of it gently down Viola's sternum, between her breasts. "And right now, what's in our way involves my kind of hacking."

Viola's heart pounded against her ribcage as the cool steel kissed her heated skin through the thin fabric of her blouse.

"You can't be serious!" Viola whimpered; her eyes wide with fear as Terra's blade pressed against her heaving chest. The steel felt like ice against her flushed skin. The four women stared down impassively as they held her limbs to the floor like pink stone fixtures leaving Terra and her alone in the room.

Terra's dark eyes remained cold and impassive as she studied the trembling scientist, looking beyond her flesh at the bones beneath. She flicked open the top button of Viola's blouse. The fabric parted, revealing a sliver of dark brown flesh.

Viola's heart hammered wildly, threatening to burst from her chest. She couldn't catch her breath. Terra's blade traced lower, slicing through the next button with surgical precision. Then another.

"Please," Viola gasped, her voice breaking. "Don't do this... there's nothing for you to gain!" But her plea fell on deaf ears.

Viola squirmed and shuddered, yet Terra's expression never changed. A bead of sweat rolled down the valley between the scientist's breasts. Terra followed its path with her eyes, then with the tip of her blade, slicing through the final button. The tattered remains of Viola's blouse fell open, exposing the lacy cups of her bra. Terra cocked her head, admiring her handiwork for a moment. Then in one swift motion, she flicked her blade upward, severing the delicate fabric covering Viola's breasts.

As the bra fell away, Viola squeezed her eyes shut, consumed by terror as her chest fluttered with ragged breaths. Her deep brown nipples hardened in the cool air as goosebumps raced across her exposed skin.

Terra slid the blade below Viola's sternum, making her yelp and whimper. Blood welled around the blade. "I’ll do anything you want! We can think of something" she said weakly to her deranged assailant.

Terra's cold brown eyes flicked to Viola's sweat-streaked face as she lifted the bone and exposed the cavern of glistening yellow and twitching pink muscles. “I already know what I’m doing. That’s not needed, sweetie.” The scientist squirmed and sobbed but was held fast by Terra's apprentices on either side, one winking to Terra and covering her mouth. Ignoring Viola's choked pleas, the assassin began meticulously cutting through the coastal cartilage, freeing the breastbone.

"Now’s a good time to tell me about some easier way, doc." Terra said calmly over the wet slicing of her separating bone and cartilage, the blonde letting her speak.

"Go to hell..." Viola gasped out through gritted teeth, unable to find reason in Terra’s actions.

Terra shook her head slightly. With a sharp tug, she peeled the sternum up and away, snapping through the remaining connective tissue.

Viola let out a shriek at the violation, back arching. Terra studied the glistening pericardium now laid bare, a thin membrane shielding the frenetically pounding heart beneath. The key to the encrypted data was quite literally bound to Viola's life force. An elegant security measures. But not one that would stop Terra from completing her mission.

She allowed herself a moment of anticipation, fingertips grazing over the exposed pericardial sac. Slicing it open to grasp the very epicenter of the woman's being and the key to her mission.

Terra peered into Viola's open chest cavity, her eyes drawn to the delicate silver and glass ring wrapped around the pulsing aorta. Wireless signals controlling access to Viola's precious research data.

Viola's eyes fluttered open, disoriented, as she registered the searing pain in her chest and the assassin looming over her. "Wh-what... are you doing... to me?" she croaked weakly.

Terra ignored her, reaching a hand into Viola's chest. She wrapped her fingers around the scientist's exposed heart and began to squeeze it rhythmically, feeling the muscle contract and relax in her palm. Viola let out a strangled cry, her body arching against the women holding her.

"Sarah, you checking the terminal?" Terra said, ignoring this woman whose life she manipulated. “Yes ma’am” the woman replied.

Never taking her eyes off her work, her hand contracted around the delicate organ. She applied more pressure, quickening the tempo, and felt a thrill as Viola's heart immediately matched the cadence she set.

Viola could only writhe helplessly as the horrible realization of what was happening crashed over her. Terra was hijacking control of her heart, overriding its natural rhythm, bending it to her will with cruel efficiency.

Terra's touch was deceptively gentle, almost tender, a stark contrast to the ruthless way she opened viola’s chest. Each squeeze sent waves of agony radiating through Viola's body, yet the woman kept her conscious. she was powerless to resist as the assassin methodically massaged the heart's quivering ventricles between her fingers, making their frantic pulsing slowly subside.

"P-please..." Viola whimpered. "You're...killing me..."

"Shhh, not yet," Terra said ominously.

Viola let out a strangled gasp as the light skinned woman above breathed into her, then covered her mouth again done with her words.

Terra tightened her grip, stilling the organ before releasing it and stirring it with a gentle shake. Viola’s heart responded with hard and confused beating, yet it was slower than before. Viola could only sob breathlessly, knowing her body was nothing more than a key for some vile henchwoman.

Terra ignored her pitiful expression, focused solely on her task. She needed to regulate Viola's heartbeat, to slow it down to the precise cadence required to trick the biometric security. The assassin continued rhythmically compressing the delicate organ, subduing its natural impulses to unlock the sensors.

Each squeeze was measured and precise, applying just the right pressure to override its natural cadence without causing damage to the precious access key that was Viola’s life. The cardiac muscle was surprisingly dense and meaty in her grasp. She sensed its primal urge to keep frantically pumping, but her technique was working - the spasms were spacing out, growing fainter.

"Shhhh, that's it," Terra whispered soothingly, as if the heart could hear her. "Nice and easy does it."

Viola's head lolled to the side, barely conscious. She was utterly in Terra's thrall, her life itself yoked to the assassin's whims. There - the heart had stabilized into docility, its wild fluctuations tamed. Terra slowly released her rhythmic compressions. She watched hawkishly for any signs of relapse, but the muscle obediently maintained its new pacified pattern.

Terra allowed herself a relieved smile. The biometrics were tricked.

The woman at Viola’s desk began typing and clicking, the sound letting both of them know that the mission was successful. The doctor could only whimper in defeat, despite the adrenaline still surging through her veins, her heart remained well controlled.

Even in this state, a disappointment filled her vacant eyes as the woman yelled “Success” with a cutesy jump.

Terra rose, her task complete, leaving Viola's chest cavity gaping open and vulnerable. She gestured to the pale woman pinning Viola down. "She's all yours now."

The four women took their fill. Cold, eager fingers plunged into Viola's exposed chest with a perverse curiosity. They seized her defenseless heart, fondling and squeezing the slick, throbbing muscle. Viola felt their cruel hands violating her very core, probing her most intimate depths.

The woman periodically breathed into Viola's mouth, forcing stale air into her lungs to maintain a flicker of consciousness, prolonging the obscene torment. Viola's mind reeled, silently screaming, as they continued to grope and molest her beating heart which they allowed to serve her only so much.

After waiting impatiently, the lead hacker knelt beside Viola. With a few sharp slaps, she pummeled Viola's straining heart, pounding it into submission until the abused organ shuddered and stilled under her ruthless battery. As darkness consumed her, Viola's last sensation was the woman's satisfied smirk burning into her fading vision.

#dark cardiophilia #heart grabbing #heart abuse #heartplay

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Other Worlds: An Anthology of Diverse Short Fiction

Short stories by writers from marginalised and/or underrepresented communities or backgrounds exploring the theme of "Other Worlds"

KICKSTARTER NOW LIVE and SUBMISSIONS OPEN!

Other Worlds is the second print anthology brought to you by A Coup of Owls Press - home of online quarterly anthologies from creators from marginalised and/or underrepresented communities or backgrounds.

As a follow-up to Other & Different, which explored what it is to be othered, Other Worlds will be an exploration of places, situations, communities, etc, that are other. These might be actual other worlds in a science or speculative fiction genre, or a community, or a situation in the historical or modern world that feels or is made to feel alien. Encompassing a variety of styles and genres, Other Worlds will feature stories focused on the theme of being part of those othered communities - however the writers wish to interpret that.

THE STORIES

We are thrilled to confirm that we have invited five fantastic authors to contribute to Other Worlds, and our submissions for the remaining stories are open from 1st October to 15th November 2023.

For more submissions guidelines and to submit, check out our submissions page.

Eve Morton: Strange people with strange purposes gather in Haven (Science Fiction).

Eve Morton is a poet, professor, and parent living in Waterloo, Ontario. She likes coffee, short stories, and horror movies--in that order. Weblinks: website

Previous publications include: A Coup of Owls, Other Stories Podcast and Third Flatiron Publishing

Victor Okechukwu: A post-civil war community feels cut off from the rest of Nigeria when a woman's only son enters a train to Jos but may not return (Modern Nigerian Lit).

Victor Okechukwu is a writer based in Lagos, Nigeria. His writing takes a deep setting in arresting issues of mental health that have been overlooked in his country. He's an Associate Prose Editor at Zerotic Press and is reading mass communication at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. Weblinks: Twitter

Previous publications include: Gordon Square Review, Mycelia, Door-is-a-jar, and Rigorous Magazine

Von Reyes: Violence and intimacy become blurred and life might just be worth fighting for amongst a community of underground fighters (Speculative Fiction).

Von Reyes is an emergent fiction author, focused on uplifting the intersections of queer and trans masculinity and Asian diasporic identity. He focuses on genre fiction with themes of surrealism, queer sexuality, existentialism, and optimistic nihilism. He is passionate about creating a more socially conscious world where care for each other is at the core of all that we do. He hopes to tell stories that don't shy away from the horrors, but allows us to find the light within them. When he isn't writing, he can usually be found chasing the ocean and his next iced coffee. Weblinks: website

Previous publications include: The Good Men Project. Forthcoming in Chill Mag.

Zachary Rosenberg: A Jewish soldier and rancher must contend with mysterious monsters to build the home he longs for (Horror Western).

Zachary Rosenberg is a horror writer living in Florida. He crafts horrifying tales by night and by day he practices law, which is even more frightening. His debut novella Hungers as Old As This Land is out now from Brigids Gate Press and his second, The Long Shalom, is available from by Off Limits Press. Weblinks: Twitter

Previous publications include: Dark Matter Magazine, The Deadlands, and the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction.

Samir Sirk Morató: When an Appalachian community clashes with their neighbors—a grove of sentient, dying chestnut trees—tragedy strikes (Horror).

Samir Sirk Morató is a scientist, artist, and flesh heap. They are also a 2022 Brave New Weird shortlister and a F(r)iction Fall 2022 Flash Fiction finalist. Samir spends most of their time tending to their cacti and contemplating the nature of meat. Weblinks: Twitter, Instagram, and website

Previous publications include: Neon Hemlock, bodyfluids, Catapult, and Seize the Press.

COVER ART

We can't wait to share with you the amazing cover art currently being created by amazing artist @pangaeastarseed.

Pangaea is a life-long artist and resident of the DC suburbs. A freelance illustrator with 20+ years experience, Pan’s work focuses on figure work and visual narratives utilizing the exploration of queerness, food as a love-language, and colors influenced by their florid synaesthesia.

Pangaea’s previous work includes custom illustration commissions and tattoo designs for clients; Starseed, an original gay-porn-space-opera comic, The Alien Dick Coloring Book, sketchbook zines Cardassia Prime and Cardassia Kotok, and the Washington DC-variant poster design of The Lambda Literary Awards 2022.

Portfolio: https://www.pangaeaillustrations.com/

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We want to ensure that we produce the high quality product that we know we can! Whilst design, layout and formatting happens in-house, Kickstarter funds will help cover pay for our authors, cover artist and editor.

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Add Ons!

We have a variety of extras available in the add-ons, from extra copies to special collected editions. Whilst we've tried to create reward tiers to suit everyone, the add-ons will better allow you to mix and match to your preference!

Our own @maxturnerwrites is once more offering some of his own work at discounted prices for supporters.

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£1000 : at £1000 we will add an Other Worlds bookmark for each physical backer

£1250 : at £1250 we will add an A5 print of cover art (without title) to each physical backer, and an e-copy of the same to each e-backer

£1500 : at £1500 we will add an Other Worlds tote bag for each physical backer

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beautifulpersonpeach · 9 months

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This isn’t related to BTS so feel free to skip this message if you want. I’m guessing you’ve either live in Korea or at least have been there but do you think Korea, Seoul in particular, is safe for a woman to travel to alone? I’m planning a trip there and I’ve read (mostly from other travelers) conflicting accounts on if it’s safe or not so I was hoping to get a local’s opinion. I’m not aware of your gender so the answer can be as vague or as detailed as you feel comfortable giving.

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Hi @ahhockey

My family does and yes, after not visiting Korea at all during the pandemic, in the last year or so I've been able to travel home more frequently. Korea is very safe for solo female travelers. I suggest you take all the usual precautions like avoiding very crowded areas, watching your drinks, staying in well lit public areas, and communicating often with people you trust about your whereabouts. The subways are fine but taking a taxi is my preferred way to get about. Taxis aren't as expensive as it is in the US/UK, you're not expected to tip, many drivers can communicate in passable English too and you can download the app beforehand so it's not too difficult - I really suggest going for taxis over using the transit system in Seoul if you can. Also, if you're traveling before September, I suggest you try to stay above ground and avoid underground malls and subways as much as possible. July to September is raining season and flooding can happen very suddenly and escalate quickly. And just as a general rule, I'd say avoid public bathrooms too. It's something I personally do and it isn't limited to Korea either. Even though there's less molka instances in Seoul recently and sometimes fears do get overblown, I suggest avoiding public bathrooms in Seoul unless it's necessary.

I'm not sure if this would be fully applicable to you, but based on what I've seen, it's race rather than gender that impacts how many Koreans treat you if you're a foreigner. Rather, race more than gender impacts any considerations. And so I'd add, if you're lighter skinned, you're fine to move about solo all the time, but if you're darker skinned, I strongly suggest you try a buddy system while there. You can do this by joining travel forums and connecting with other foreigners going to the same destinations I think.

I hope you have a wonderful time in Korea! Koreans have the best cuisine after Japanese, Nigerian, and Lebanese food. In my opinion. If you like kalguksu there's many really good places along Donhwamun-ro near Unnidong. :) Good luck! 💜

#sweet asks

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literary-illuminati · 10 months

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Book Review 24 - The Death of Vivek Oji by Awaeke Emezi

I always feel slightly weird trying to organize my thoughts after reading actual literary fiction, if only because it’s such a small slice of my reading diet and there’s so much of it I’m totally ignorant of. This book is, I’m sure, ably in conversation with a dozen others in ways I totally failed to detect as I read it.

So, having accepted that I’m probably going to embarrass myself trying to talk about it; I overall really enjoyed this book, with a few somewhat major caveats.

The story jumps across time and perspective quite a bit, but it’s set in southern Nigeria, centred around a pair of brothers, their wives, and, especially, their two children. The eponymous Vivek Oji is one of those children, and the book is about them even though they honestly don’t get particularly much screen time, and also the book opens with their mother finding their corpse wrapped in a carpet and left in front of the family’s front door. The book bounces back and forth before and after that death, on the one hand giving everyone’s life stories and on the other following the mother’s increasingly desperate attempts to investigate a death the police don’t show any interest in.

So this is very much capital q capital l Queer Lit – the whole central drama around Vivek’s death is that they were flagrantly gender nonconforming and (as becomes clear very quickly) either genderfluid or a trans woman, with the universal assumption being that they were lynched by homophobes during a riot. A pretty major subplot is their cousin Osita (one of our main POVs) accepting that he’s queer, and the contrast of the supportive little queer friend group they both find compared to the conservative, homophobic world they live in is a major theme.

The prose is really just lovely – literary is the word for a reason, I suppose – and honestly close to breathtaking at points. Almost every character rings extremely true to life, which is to say deeply flawed and utterly unselfaware about why they do the things they do, but in a way that’s actually usually (usually) pretty endearing. (There’s so many affairs among the older generation you’re rather left wondering what the point of marriage even is to begin with, but as far as I can tell that’s not that far from true to life).

I can’t really comment on the accuracy of the book’s depiction of Nigerian culture, save that nothing was so totally unbelievable or obviously wrong it stood out to me. It at least felt very real, full of little quotidian details and minor hypocrisies and other touches that really made the book’s settings live and breath.

My issues with the book are fairly few, but they’re unfortunately pretty structural. Mostly it’s with Vivek themselves. They’re a very identifiable character archetype – perpetually innocent and idealistic to the point where they’re treated by the narrative as somewhere between a holy mystic and perpetual child, incapable of ever really explaining themselves but this sort of inspirational idol in other people’s lives and, of course, dead. Even when well-written, the whole archetype still leaves a bit of a bad taste in my mouth.

The other thing is just – spoilers for the very, very end of the book, I suppose – the reveal of just how they actually died. They weren’t killed by a lynch mob, you see – Osita, their cousin/boyfriend and one of the main POV characters, eventually reveals that he had been trying to convince them not to go out in public wearing a dress when a riot was clearly about to start, and when they insisted on going down to the market anyway got frustrated and shoved them. Which, entirely by accident, sent them tripping over the pavement, falling to the ground, hitting their head on the curb, and near-instantly dying.

Thematically it’s clear to the point of browbeating – literally, not killed by someone for being out in public, but by the fear of how people might react to coming out – but I just found it incredibly bathetic? And slightly annoyed at how obvious and blatant it made the author’s puppet strings.

Anyway, complaints aside, still a beautifully written book.

#book review #the death of vivek oji #Awaeke Emezi #literature

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turn-up-the-truth · 10 months

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Amy Benson

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“Amy, are you A GAY?” I could hear my mother’s Nigerian accent in my head while I was swooning over these photos. It made me super weak with laughter as I envisioned her being utterly confused about what exactly queer means.

Here’s the thing, Nigerian parents have a way of ignoring things that they don’t want to know the answer to or already know the answer to but don’t want to acknowledge or discuss it.

Before getting “left on read” was a thing on social media or via text, Nigerian parents had already mastered this art.

Curating and maintaining privacy while being explosively socially active is a life skill I should add to my resume. It’s been by choice and design until love happened to me. Like love love.

And besides, these photos are honestly too beautiful not to share sooo.....

SHE is Her:

I’ve fallen deeply in love with a woman. Although she’s not the first woman I’ve been intimate with, in the past I’ve consciously steered clear of relationships with women. “Nah, I don’t date women.” I’ll be honest, anything more than physical seemed “too gay” for me. Whatever that means. Chileeee I’m already unpacking that. I’ll report back when that “luggage” is empty, “clothes” are folded, and all are stored away.

SHE has allowed me to be more vulnerable, transparent, and even more expressive than I was before. Her beauty is enamoring, her touch is intoxicating, and she sings a song that puts my soul at ease. Bae can sang sang. She melts my heart...her dimples are wide and deep enough for me to find comfort in. Although I find comfort in her extraordinary culinary abilities, her dimples don’t come with calories. Lol.

She’s sweet. Supportive. Sensible. Smart. Sexy. SHE

EVERYTHING

She’s so damn bomb y’all.

Additionally, she continuously encouraged me during the start of my business, Planes and Champagne Hawaii, a lifestyle concierge company. (shameless plug

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But all FACTS.

I also understand her love language is quality time and I haven’t succeeded in that department while laying a foundation to not only entrepreneurship, but a beginning to a forever with her.

The Photoshoot

The number of people that reached out and was like, “Amy, so you got married without having a lit ass wedding that we could come turn up at?!!” The fact y’all know my wedding would be lit af makes my heart burst into champagne bubbles. I love y’all so hard.

Calm down, we did not get married. You did not miss a lit ass wedding in Hawaii. Most importantly, you did not miss the open bar.

Vida Chic Events reached out to me and stated they wanted to capture me and bae in a wedding style shoot at one of the island’s most beautiful beaches with the infamous wedding photographer Jenna Lee. Jenna Lee is almost never available but the universe aligned and she was free on Juneteenth. Crazy right?! Oh the universe.

Chavah Grant, owner of Vida Chic Events, literally coordinated this magical production in approximately 5 days. She told me she wanted to do BLACK gowns, colorful flowers, white sand...I was like, “oh so this is going to be lit lit.” Got it sis.

I called my makeup artist friend Andrea right away and made an appointment for her to come beat our faces to the GAWDS.

And Sis

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. Beatith to the horizons of the Melanated Gods

Love you Drea

I was slightly concerned Jenna, despite her impressive portfolio, wouldn’t capture our melanin properly. Sometimes vvhite photographers don’t give our glow the GLORY it deserves.

But she DEFINITELY delivered ! Whew.

So here I was... me and somebody’s daughter, ..somebody’s FINE AF daughter, getting photographed by Jenna Lee, with rings on from The Wedding Ring Shop, gowns from White Hot Hawaii, adorned with flowers from Ocean Dreamerr along a white sand beach on Oahu. Damien Marley’s “Beach in Hawaii” playing in my head...

A dream...a freaking dream.

I was nervous yet anxious and excited to write this. She deserves for me to love her out loud on Al Gore’s innanet.

This is me loving Victoria out loud. When she reads this, she’s likely going to bat her eyes with them long ass lashes she loves, with a smile so divine, and eyes that say, “I’m yours.”

Nourish the love you have. And until love happens to you, please believe You. Are. Enough. Aloha

Share and Tag someone. Let them know you love them. Love them out loud.

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dragonmaiden79 · 6 days

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You say you're willing to write for a variety of fandoms and material, one being Greek mythology. Do you have any ideas you don't mind sharing?

@palettesofrenaissance I had to dig up this relic to respond to you. I had done a short writing in the past that was a bit of a crossover between Nigerian mythology and Greek mythology, wherein the Igbo Supreme Creator Goddess would be minding her business and Zeus would try... Well we all know how Zeus is, but yeah it backfired on him immensely. I've never posted or shared it anywhere and it's unedited (and Idk how old) so please disregard the typos, but here it is.

Zeus, Olisabuluwa

How The Heavens Split

It was a fatal mistake. One that the pantheon could only sit by and watch helplessly. Zeus was the God of Gods, champion of all... Yet and still wasn't prepared for her. Maybe it was his brashness or his ego and certainly his extreme lust and lack of self control that destroyed everything. Zeus just absolutely had to have her, but this time, it proved to be his downfall.

"Olisabuluwa". That was one of the names that they called her in her home world. She was ancient and all powerful, having birthed the Sun, the Moon, and the Universe that she came from. Having retired, she merely traveled and observed those in different universes for leisure now. It's a shame that the narcissistic hunger that composed Zeus's personality resulted in such raw nympholepsy that he didn't even note the power of what he thought was a normal woman.

She was beautiful and dark skinned, long, high-end fabrics conservatively shielding her body, and himation covering her head, her soft figure easily desirable by anyone's standards. She lived modestly in a small home made of brick far out in the countryside, with a pond and under an acre of farmland, just enough to sustain herself. She was ever reclusive, coming out only on the morning of the full moons to give away free goods to peasants and helots.

Zeus had spotted her beauty while disguised, in the midst of one of his other... Conquests. The woman whose home he was leaving was near to where merchants gathered to peddle their wares. On this day, Olisabuluwa had a 4 wheeled cart loaded with various food items and crops from her farm, pulled by a pair of oxen. As if her beauty and sun-loved skin wasn't enough to grab his attention, Zeus realized that she was from a foreign land by virtue of the small clay pots that she was giving away. They certainly weren't Greek and neither were most of the dishes contained within them. He should have been intrigued by that, if not alarmed as a God, that a foreigner of this nature had materialized seemingly over night and had been there for a few years without any of the Gods or Demigods knowing. But he wasn't.

He saw her then and approached, using his best, most handsome human form, introducing himself as Zeus. He complemented her gorgeous eyes-- the color of healthy earth and her hair-- appearing plush as a cloud, but to no avail. She firmly, but respectfully declined until she was forced to harshly demand that he leave her space.

It infuriated him to no end, not that she said no (He would have her regardless so that didn't matter), but that she was in his opinion, stupid enough to decline an immaculate and well-spoken God.

Zeus went on then, to disguise himself as a poor child, gathering information on the mysterious woman. He waited for the next full moon, disguising himself as an owl-- an animal considered to have her favor, and followed her out to her home amidst the plains of blue and white flowers of the open countryside. Were he not so ignorant and trapped in his own megalomania he would have noticed the blue flowers and recognized the symbolism of them and the wisdom of the owls to Olisabuluwa. Common knowledge across the different pantheons.

As she lit the flames of her outdoor lanterns for the night he attempted to attack her, swooping down from high in the sky in owl form and landing on top of her in the form of a man. She didn't scream or struggle, instead posing a question, "Are you certain of your choice?" He responded with using his mighty strength to tear away some of her clothing. He should have been concerned about her non-reaction, but he was too drunken on his own arousal.

Zeus motioned to violate her body and penetrate her, but it never came to fruition. Suddenly her eyes became like mirrors that reflected her own universe and the world shook on Atlas' back. Olisabuluwa's body dissolved into the form of this Universe and Zeus was swarmed by the energy of the cosmos themselves as reality fell away from him. He found the world shrinking in his view as she carried him faster than light further and further away from the human world. The pantheon watched in horror as Olisabuluwa crashed Zeus back into his place on his throne in the Heavens, releasing his God power into the mortal realm, before using her power as a Supreme Being to rend them apart.

The Heavens tore, completely apart from the human world and then again and again it was shredded into shards, tattering and dissolving into the rest of the Universe. The Greek gods were now separated from each other and their subjects. And one thing that was common knowledge about the Greek gods, was that they needed access to the worship of their mortals to survive.

Technically, the Heavens and such could be restored. But Olisabuluwa certainly would not be the one to do it. And as for Zeus. Zeus was dead. His power released upon his mortals that they may all wake up and be gods themselves. They soon will cease to rely on their pantheon.

If only Zeus were not so foolhardy. He would have known better than to execute his usual pattern of behavior and minded his targets. Instead, all of his home dimension must live with the folly of his ways.

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andrumedus · 2 years

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Shaba Iyanu, Songs from the Moon; “damned and lost”

[Text ID: Through windows the world burns in silent / Distant fires of solitudes]

#literature #poetry #shaba iyanu #songs from the moon #the heart is a severed kind of muscle #typography #nigerian lit #m #x

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feral-ballad · 2 years

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Ijeoma Umebinyuo, from Questions for Ada

#excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #ijeoma umebinyuo #fragments #words #selections #quotes #poetry collection #lit #typography #pain #healing #nigerian writers #nigerian poets

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choicesmc · 12 days

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3, 4, 11, 18 for Rin and Fiona!

thank you!!

3. What is your favorite childhood memory?

RIN When she was ~4/5, her mom took her for ice cream as a treat. Rin’s honestly not sure why. She just knows that it happened. And it wasn’t like just ice cream. Her mom was super nice the entire time. She’d pet Rin, coo at her, praise her, and generally gave her free reign all day. It was so unexpected from her mother! Not just the praise/general love but also that it stayed constant all day. Starla tended to switch between loving and hating Rin pretty fluidly but that day was amazing. If you ask Rin, she’d say she dreamt it.

FIONA During peak Fiona Stoicism, way back in middle school, he dressed up for character day. Specifically he dressed up as the Fox in Socks. He went all out: red jeans, red shirt, a painted on nose, painted whiskers, blue shoes, and blue gloves. Most importantly, Fiona was fully expecting ridicule because well… look at him! But he got praise and compliments instead. Frankly, he hadn’t been praised like that in years.

4. What is your least favorite childhood memory?

RIN The day her mom abandoned her with the police. They’d been lured into the the Children of Starlight cult (the one from Laws of Attraction) and when it eventually went downhill. Starla had run away and left Rin alone. Rin was thirteen. Keep in mind, prior to this Rin was a very clingy child. There was honestly nothing scarier to Rin than being alone and, well, Starla made that nightmare a reality that day.

FIONA Tough one. There isn’t One Big Thing that stays with him forever but a lot of mini things that made his childhood, ultimately, a series of dull disappointments. Though, when he was in eighth grade his father made a bet with him: Fiona gets high As for the entire school year (ie 96+) in Math and his dad would let him apply for a performance art school. Obviously, that was a very high bar to keep up (he was a high B, low A math student) but Fiona worked like hell and by next summer had successfully kept his math grades above a 96 –even peaking at a 99! His dad didn’t uphold his end of the deal though so… all for nothing.

11. What is your favorite type of media (TV, movie, books, etc)? Name some specific favorites (which shows, movies, books, etc do you like)!

RIN Books. Call her a nerd, fine. She is. I think she gets very into solarpunk lit. But also loves sillier books like The Thea Stilton, Geronimo Stilton, and Goddess Girls series. Goddess Girls is a guilty pleasure.

FIONA Podcasts frfr. I do think he listens to story-telling podcasts (think Nightvale). But, more often than not, he’s just listening to Nigerian entertainment news. It’s hard to keep up language fluency without Igbo speakers around. He must make do (；′⌒`)

18. What’s the best way to cheer you up?

RIN Path 1: Leave her alone. Come back in a couple hours. Give her time to understand how she feels in a space where she can’t lash out. (Rin will often distance herself when she needs it. What you do is stay away until she reaches out again.)

Path 2: Stay but listen. Just lend her a listening ear. She doesn’t want solutions or critiques right now, okay?

FIONA Fiona likes to be distracted. He’s the sort that likes to push off processing how he feels until forever-and-amen. In the long run is it helpful? No, not really. But Fiona likes it that way, at least for now.

#asks answered #fiona lightwood #rin #learned that ctrl + enter <- posts the post D:

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leopoldainter · 12 days

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You receive an email, from a Nigerian prince of your own...on television not

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Turkey;incase you couldn't tell its still only just cooked on.

Although I am predominantly sure that I have expressed my preference for newfie steaks which is fried bologna AND ketchup there bet Eponas at my radar Jaaaaaaaaaaahhh

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Terra's Target #3 The CEO

She thought she couldn't be killed without leaving evidence. She was dead wrong.

Terra gazed across the dimly lit bedroom at Lin, a toned and lightly tanned woman whose active and adventurous lifestyle was evidenced by the energy in her smile. Terra, a Nigerian born assassin and... for the moment, escort... was there to give her another fun little adventure.

The woman laid back invitingly on the king-sized bed in a thin silk robe, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips. Terra strode forward, every curve of her slender dark body on display in the tight red dress that clung to her like a second skin. She had been hired to seduce and dispose of this high-profile businesswoman without leaving a trace. It was meant to look like a heart attack or an accident.

Terra perched herself on the edge of the bed and leaned in close, her full lips nearly brushing the other woman's ear as she purred, "I thought we could have a drink first, to set the mood."

She moved to the nightstand and covered her deception with her body. A small crystal vial in her hands, she quickly uncorked it and poured the drinks. The clear, odorless poison would induce cardiac arrest within minutes, leaving no evidence behind. Terra tipped the contents into one of the wine glasses.

But as she turned back, Lin, already tipsy, switched the glasses and took a sip from the untainted one. Her eyes glinted knowingly over the rim.

"Did you really think I wouldn't suspect?" she asked with a coy chuckle. "That I wouldn't have eyes and ears everywhere, keeping me one step ahead?"

Terra tensed, mind racing through options, each more unacceptable than the last. Anything physical was out of the question. Even the slightest mark on the woman's body would point directly to foul play, and the numerous surveillance cameras surrounding the property had surely captured Terra's arrival. She was cornered.

The woman stumbled into Terra, a sly smile on her face. She shoved Terra back into the bed and straddled her lap, grinding against her.

"Mmm, look at you. My strong and scary killer." Her fingertips traced Terra's lean arms and toned abs with a featherlight brush of her nails. "But you won't fight back, will you? You'll be a good girl for me."

Terra felt the heat of the woman's core as she writhed, bare uncovered flesh in her lap. The assassin's hands instinctively gripped the woman's waist, holding her steady, an act which brightened the power-tripping woman’s grin.

The woman tangled her fingers in Terra's thick curls and yanked her head back. "Worship me," she demanded. "Lick me like a good little pet."

Terra hesitated only a moment before pulling the woman down to her, brushing her lips up the woman's neck to whisper in her ear. "As you wish, my love."

Lin straddled Terra's face, grinding her hips against Terra's mouth. Terra reached up and grabbed the woman's thighs, digging her fingers into smooth flesh as her tongue probed and teased. The woman's breathy moans filled the room.

She buried her face deeper, nose pressed against pink flesh. The woman bucked and writhed above her, gasping.

Terra felt a rush of power and control. Slowing her movements, Terra pulled back slightly, flicking her tongue in feather-light strokes.

Terra smiled wickedly. She had her now. "Beg me," she purred. "Beg me to let you come."

Confusion ran over Lin’s wide hazy eyes. Terra pushed herself up suddenly, catching the woman in her arms before she could hit the floor, then lying her on the carpet gently. Before the woman could protest, Terra swiftly moved to straddle her chest, pinning her arms at her sides.

“Remember, no restraints, no marks!" Lin reminded Terra, hot breaths pouring from her lips as the thrill of this moment surged through her chest.

Terra flashed an enigmatic smile, her dark eyes glinting. Without a word, she straddled Lin's slender body and began pressing her hands into Lin's chest with sudden, forceful compressions. Lin's eyes flew open in shock as Terra leaned down and clamped her full lips over Lin's mouth, sucking the startled cries from her lungs.

"Mmph! Wh-what are you doing?" Lin sputtered in a rising panic as Terra broke the kiss. She could feel her heart stuttering wildly against her ribcage from the compressions.

"I'm rescuing you," Terra purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "But I don't think your fragile little heart can be saved."

She grinned wickedly and continued the hard, driving rhythm, each deep compression sending a jolt through Lin's body. Lin gasped and writhed beneath her, overwhelmed by warring sensations of pain, violation, and a strange arousal gripping at her heart.

Terra's skilled hands worked Lin's heart like an instrument, squeezing and releasing, throwing its rhythm into erratic chaos as she worked herself into a light sweat. Lin's pulse went silent, then raced to catch up. She felt dizzy, light-headed, her heart fluttering frantically as it strained against Terra's malicious force.

"Please...wait!..." Lin whimpered, but Terra only pressed harder, her smile sharpening.

“Poor little thing had a heart attack when she was riding my face, and I tried valiantly to save her," Terra purred. She continued her brutal compressions, each one jolting the woman's weakening body.

Lin gasped and thrashed weakly beneath Terra as the assassin's strong hands pressed forcefully into her heaving chest. Terra could feel the fluttering heartbeat grow erratic under her palms as she squeezed the very life from the flaccid woman pinned helplessly beneath her.

Terra sealed her full lips over Lin's trembling mouth in a deep, forceful kiss, sucking the last feeble breaths from her victim's straining lungs. She drank in Lin's fading essence, relishing the intimate connection as she slowly, sadistically crushed the life from her prey.

Bright flashes burst behind Lin's eyes as the edges of her vision darkened and narrowed. Her oxygen-starved brain could barely process what was happening as Terra's weight compressed her chest, her lungs burning for air that would not come. Weakly, Lin clawed at the powerful arms holding her down, but it was useless. Her body was nothing more than a delicate little toy for Terra’s amusement.

Lin's heart lurched and stuttered in submission to Terra's cruel desire. She could feel her pulse go silent as Terra's hands crushed her sternum, driving the life from her chest.

Terra gazed into the woman's eyes as they glazed over, their light fading like the setting sun as she teetered between life and death. Terra's dark fingers contrasted against the woman's pale skin as she gently, tenderly, covered her mouth and pinched her nostrils shut.

Terra laid her head against the woman's chest, relishing the erratic final protest of her heart as she denied her breath. The lub-dubs spiked under Terra's cheek, like the frantic fluttering of a trapped bird desperate to escape its cage. Gradually, the struggling heartbeats grew fainter, an unsteady rhythm slowing... quieting...

Until with one last trembling contraction, the woman's heart stilled and fell silent under Terra's attentive ear. Terra savored the stillness, the triumph over such a boisterous woman. She did all she could... or maybe there was time to have a little more fun.

#dark cardiophilia #malicious CPR #forceful chest compression #prolonged heart stopping

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