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girlgenius1111 · 3 months

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echoes of her

fluff x angst. implied sexual content? 18+ anyway. warnings: mention of unhealthy past relationship.

alexia and r are out, r sees alexia with another girl, who happens to be r's ex. r acts up, until alexia drags her home, prepared to punish her for being a brat. before she does, r breaks down, tells alexia what was really going on.

You did a double take when you noticed just who your girlfriend was speaking to at the bar. Your blood ran cold at the sight of her; your ex girlfriend. How, why, was she here?

She was, truly, an awful person. Incomparably so. Your time with her had been awful for you, completely destroying your mental health. Despite this, Alexia hardly knew anything about the other woman. She knew there was someone before her, when you were still living in London, and that it hadn't ended well. You'd kept that ugly part of you locked away from your girlfriend. Partly because you didn't feel like bothering her with something that was so very done, but also because you didn't want her to see how shattered that girl had left you.

Alexia had walked away to get another drink for you a few minutes ago. It was taking longer than you expected, so you turned away from the conversation you were having with Mapi, and looked around for the blonde head of hair you were so familiar with. There she was, stood at the bar, making conversation with another blonde you were rather familiar with. What this woman was doing in Spain was beyond you; for a moment, you wondered if you were being crazy; that couldn't be her.

Then she turned, catching your eye and sending you a smirk, and you knew this was no accident. Her, in this club, talking to your girlfriend. You felt like you were being torn in half; you felt like sprinting towards the nearest exit, away from the girl standing at the bar. At the same time, you wanted to run towards her, to pull Alexia away, to protect her. You were paralyzed, a million different thoughts running through your head as you caught Alexia's eye. Her smile fell, eyes squinting slightly as she caught the very panicked look on your face.

"Chica!" Mapi called, waving a hand in front of your face. This broke you out of your stare, and you jumped a little, turning towards your friend. Her and Patri were looking at you, concerned, having witnessed you go from relaxed to completely tense in just 10 seconds.

"Yeah?" You asked, clearing your throat, glancing back at where your girlfriend had been standing. She was on her way back to you, and you dug your nails into your leg. Alexia would come here, and everything would be fine.

"Are you okay?" Patri asked, resting a hand on your shoulder. You repressed a shudder at the contact. Everything was setting you off, everything suddenly too loud, too bright, too close.

"Yeah, yeah. Just got dizzy for second. I'm fine." You promised, putting on a smile that you hoped was convincing. Before either girl could question you further, an arm was wrapping around your abdomen, pulling you back into your girlfriend's body. You curled into her and she tightened her arms around you, rubbing her thumb up and down your stomach lightly.

"Bién?" Alexia softly whispered in your ear. "Are you feeling ill?" You weren't sure how Alexia could tell you felt nauseous, seeing as though the lights in the club were multicolored and dim. You turned to look at up at her, and caught your ex girlfriend, only a few feet away, clearly intending to come speak to you.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around Alexia's neck, pulling her down into a kiss that could only be described as one too filthy to be had in public. Alexia allowed it for a minute, pulling back when Mapi and Patri started making loud retching noises from next to her. She gave you a look, one that told you to behave, before turning to your friends and rolling her eyes at them.

"No seas dramática. As if I have not seen you both make out with girls in clubs until my eyes were burning."

Before they could respond, you raised a hand to Alexia's cheek, turning her head to look back at you. Your ex had stopped moving closer, but she was still watching, a frown set on her face. You needed her to stay away, stay far away. Alexia had been looking forward to this night out, though, and the only way she'd agree to leave early was if you gave her a convincing reason to. Of course, you could have just told her what was going on, but that didn't really feel like an option to you.

"Dance with me?" You asked Ale, a plan beginning to form in your head. Get Alexia turned on, get her to take you home. Get your ex to leave you alone, all at once.

Alexia got the familiar dreamy expression on her face that she got when you asked her for anything, and she nodded.

"Sí, if you want."

You took her hand, puling her towards the dance floor. Behind you, out of your line of sight, Mapi and Patri exchanged amused looks; never before had they seen their stubborn captain so easily agree to dance. She would do anything for you, though, as was evident.

Your and Alexia's dancing remained innocent for less than a minute, before you were turning your back to her, pressing your ass back into her, and grabbing her hands in yours. You trailed them all over your body, grinding backwards to the bass of the song. You didn't need to hear Alexia's hitch of breath to know how she was feeling about this.

You were pushing her, you knew. Alexia was possessive; she didn't like anyone to see you the way she did. This little performance you were putting on was drawing some attention; it was a gay bar, after all, and your tight outfit hugged you perfectly, your body swaying gracefully against Alexia's. She clenched her jaw tight, sure you were going for a reaction, and not quite wanting to give you one.

Her resolve broke, though, when she caught the blonde she was talking to earlier at the bar staring at you. It seemed to Alexia that you were looking right back at her.

"Vamos, mi zorrita." Alexia whispered lowly right into your ear, wrenching her hands out of yours, instead placing a possessive hand on your back, and leading you towards the exit. As she passed the woman who had been looking at you, she made eye contact, glaring hard. You were hers. She thought she felt you tense up as you passed by her, reaching back to lace your fingers with hers, but she didn't linger too long on it, already planning what she was going to do with you when you arrived home.

You passed by where your friends were gathered, ignoring their knowing smirks as Alexia practically dragged you out of the club. So close, you were so close to being safe, to Alexia being safe, far away from her.

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Alexia gave you the silent treatment in the car, knowing how crazy it drove you. You needed contact with her, though, anxiety still swirling inside of you. You couldn't ask for her hand right now, without explaining why yours was inexplicably shaking. Not now, when Alexia was preparing, deservedly, to punish you.

Instead, you let your hand rest on her thigh, letting your fingers rub small patterns in to the fabric of her tight leather pants. She scoffed at you, as if daring you to continue teasing her, but she still didn't say anything. It was fine, you were almost home. Alexia would make you feel good, replace every thought in your mind of her, with the feeling of your girlfriend all over you. It was fine.

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The minute you were through the door, Alexia had you pressed up against the wall of the entry way, barely taking time to shut the door behind her. You reached for her, but she grabbed your hands with hers, pressing them back into the wall.

"No no, you wanted to be una zorrita, I will treat you like one."

"Alexia-"

"Cállate." She growled, moving her lips to your neck, working marks into the skin. Her teeth nipped at your skin, and you shuddered at the feeling. You were turned on, obviously. How could you not be? Alexia was biting at kissing at you like she wanted to eat you alive, pressing up against the wall, clearly preparing to fuck the brattiness out of you.

You weren't in the right headspace for this, though. Your brain was already flashing to times with her times that had been fueled with rage, and a passionate hatred. Times that were definitely not healthy. Alexia needed to stop. Now. Your breathing was quickening, your hands were starting to shake, and you needed her off, off now.

"Stop. Red, Alexia, stop" you managed, taking your hands and physically pushing Alexia away. She was off of you in a heartbeat at your words, her hands raised in the air, swollen lips falling into a concerned frown.

"Okay, okay. Stop. We stop." She assured you, taking in the way your whole body seemed to vibrate with anxiety. She had mistaken your body's reaction as being one of arousal, when it had been one of panic. "Mi amor? Talk to me." She pleaded softly.

You reached a shaky hand out towards your girlfriend, and she took it instantly, latching on and squeezing tight. You were unsteady, mind in overdrive. All you knew was that Alexia was safe, and you needed safe. You tried to take a step towards the blonde, but you were shaking too hard, and your legs practically gave out from under you. Alexia caught you easily, carefully lowering you to the ground. She made a movement as if to give you space again, not wanting to overwhelm you with her touch.

That was the opposite of what you needed, though, the feeling of her hand in yours being the only thing keeping you somewhat grounded.

"Ale," you gasped out, clinging onto her shirt.

"Está bien, está bien, te tengo." Alexia promised, allowing you to scramble closer into her arms. "Shh, shh, you are okay, amor, todo está bien."

You were a pile of limbs on the ground, just in the entry way of the house, a shaking mess collapsed against your girlfriend. You pressed your face closer into her neck, her loose blonde hair tickling your skin lightly. You couldn't get close enough to Alexia, would have preferred to climb into her skin if you could.

"Tighter," you mumbled.

"¿Qué?" She whispered back, her lips pressing a soft kiss into your hair.

"Tighter, please,"

Alexia tightened her arms around you, until it was almost painful, but it was exactly what you needed. Being surrounded by her was working, the scent of her perfume and her laundry detergent invaded your senses, one of her calloused hands sliding up under your shirt and moving slowly up and down your back.

"Mi bebé, estás a salvo, lo prometo."

Alexia wasn't sure what this was. One second, you were kissing her back, teasing her in the car on the way home, the next you were looking around like you weren't sure what was going on, or who was touching you. She thought she knew what you needed, but evidently, she was wrong.

You had calmed down significantly after a few minutes, settling into the feeling of Alexia's nails gently running through your hair.

"You back with me, amor?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah." You inhaled deeply, leaning away and looking, guiltily, at your girlfriend. "I'm so sorry, Alexia, I didn't mean to freak out like that."

Alexia immediately shook her head. "No, I am sorry, amor. I should have checked in sooner."

"Alexia you were just kissing me, there wasn't time to check in sooner." You dismissed, rising unsteadily to your feet, and holding out a hand to help the blonde up as well. She still looked like she disagreed with you, but she took your hand anyway, allowing you to help her to her feet.

You knew a conversation was imminent, and you began to walk into the living room. Alexia caught your hand, though, pulling you back into a tight hug. You melted into it, pressing your face into her shoulder and inhaling deeply. After minute, Alexia released you, tilting your chin up to look at her.

"Better?" She questioned.

"Yeah, much better."

Alexia nodded, laying a soft kiss on your forehead, before pulling you towards the living room once again. You sat slightly away from your girlfriend, mentally preparing yourself to tell her what was going on. The blonde frowned, but didn't move any closer.

"Amor. Did I do something to make you so upset?" Alexia asked, rushing through the question like she was terrified of your answer.

"No, no. It wasn't you. I got... overwhelmed. Tonight was a lot."

"Why was it a lot? What got you so riled up at the club? You were acting normal one second, and then you were all over me the next."

"I saw you at the bar... talking to that blonde girl? With the red top?" You trailed off, looking down at your hands. Alexia misunderstood.

"Bonita, I did not mean to make you jealous, I was just being nice."

"I wasn't jealous, Ale. I... I knew her. That girl. I knew her."

The midfielder took this in, nodding slowly. She was watching the expression on your face, carefully guarded, with just a hint of hurt peaking through.

"What did you know her from?" She wondered cautiously.

You took a deep, shuddering breath. "I used to date her. Back in London. Before I moved here."

"Oh... Oh. She is that ex. The one it did not work out so well with."

You let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah. Not so well."

"And seeing her made you very upset?" Alexia continued. You nodded. "Can you tell me why?"

"That relationship wasn't good. At first, she was fine. We worked well together. She got... controlling and manipulative pretty fast. It was awful. We were together 6 months, and in that time she completely destroyed me. I was unrecognizable." You paused, peaking at the blonde. She was looking at you, sympathy written clear across her face, giving you a small nod to tell you to keep going.

"I don't think I really realized how bad it was until I met you, and you were so different than she was. Always so sweet to me. And seeing her with you, I don't know. It set off my fight or flight. I needed to protect you from her, and myself from her, and at the same time I wanted to prove to her that I was doing well, that I was happy. I wasn't happy, for so long after we broke up, and every time our paths crossed, she always seemed so pleased with herself. I needed to feel like I was yours, and the only thing I could think to do was the get you to take control, and get me out of there." You finished, eyes locked on the fingernail you were fiddling with.

Alexia was quiet for a while. So long, in fact, that you were starting to get nervous.

Finally, she spoke. "Well, first, mi amor, I am so sorry that you were in such a destructive relationship. You deserve so much better than that. You are... you are perfect mi niña, and I am so sorry that she did not see that, and that she was so awful to you. I would like to talk more about this, later."

"But you should have told me, amor. What was going on, who I had been speaking too. I would have gotten you out of there if I knew you needed to leave. You have to talk to me. When you do not feel safe, whatever it is, you tell me, and I will take care of it. Always."

"And, amor, there are other ways for me to make you know that you are mine, than trying to get me to have sex with you. We do not mess around like that when you are not feeling right." Alexia said firmly.

You found that, suddenly, you could not meet her eyes. Hesitantly, the blonde slid closer to you, leaving her hand open on the couch next to you, an invitation. You took it appreciatively, feeling inexplicably safer when her large hand completely encapsulated yours.

"I am not mad, bebita. I promise. Can you tell me what was going on in your head when you pushed me away?" Alexia felt you tense next to her, and opened her mouth to withdraw the question. Before she could, you spoke.

"We always used to have sex after a fight, once we'd made up. It wasn't healthy, and we shouldn't have been doing it but we did. I was remembering that, one of the last times. I didn't realized how unsafe I felt around her until I was with you, and I felt so safe. My body couldn't decide whether it was safe or not, it was really confusing."

Alexia sighed deeply, and you prepared yourself for her to get angry. You were surprised she hadn't yet, but it was only a matter of time. Wasn't it?

"If something like this ever happens again, you have to communicate with me, yes? You should always feel safe with me. Can I... can I ask why you did not tell me?"

"I didn't think you'd want to hear about it." You confessed, meeting Alexia's confused gaze.

"Why?" The midfielder responded, sounding completely bewildered.

"Why would you want to hear about my ex girlfriend, Alexia?" You scoffed.

"Because it was upsetting you. And she hurt you. I want to hear about those things. You are mine amor. Not hers, I know that. I want to know when something is upsetting you; it will never make me upset with you. Never."

You looked so unsure, Alexia rested a hand on your cheek, stroking gently back and forth with her thumb. "You can tell me anything, amor, anything. You do not need to worry about my reaction. All I care about is you being okay, not being jealous of your awful ex girlfriend."

You nodded hesitantly, placing your hand over Alexia's, keeping her hand on your face as you leaned into the contact.

"Mi amor," she murmured. "I am sorry tonight was so hard for you. How are you feeling now?"

"Better." You lied.

"Better, but..." Alexia said, looking at you expectantly. You wished you could be annoyed with how well she knew you, but you couldn't. It just made you feel that much more loved.

"But... seeing her again, it was like I was back there, in her little apartment. She made me feel so worthless, and I felt that way again. Like I was nothing, worth nothing." You admitted, turning away briefly to rub at your face, very tired of crying this evening. Alexia didn't let you get far, though, wrapping a muscular arm around your shoulder and pulling your right back into her.

"No. No. You are worth everything. Everything I have to give you and more, bebé, all of it."

"What did I do to deserve someone as good as you?" You wondered aloud, almost accidentally. You didn't realize what you'd said until Alexia frowned, looking into your eyes intently. You got lost in the warm hazel there, as you always did, almost forgetting your question until she spoke.

"You are good. You deserve good. I will only ever give you good, amor. Only ever the best for my girl." Alexia declared, leaving a light kiss on your nose, and then one on your lips. Her gaze when she pulled back was so intense, you felt yourself blushing heavily.

"I love you." You said shakily, managing a watery smile.

"I love you more." Alexia promised, leaning in for another gentle kiss.

Another thing about Alexia; when she told you something, you believed it. She had a way with speaking with such conviction, that when she told you she loved you, you were instantly convinced that she did. And if Alexia loved you? If someone as good, as perfect as Alexia loved you? You must have been deserving.

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Eddie's bratty attitude is back

⚠️smutttttttttt, spanking, whipping, spitting, choking, ass play, semi public sex, oral, pegging, and degradation, just a lot went through my head seeing this picture. Pretty sure there's barely a plot

Eddie is not part of the group at this point :)

I hope you guys like this! I want to hear thoughts ASAP🫣 I hope it's what you guys were waiting for🥹🧎‍♀️

Did Eddie ever learn his lesson? No

Did she constantly punish him over and over? Yes

Did he love it? Fuck yes

Eddie sulked all night as his girlfriend made him come to this party. He was a good boy all day, just like she asked. He sat quietly at her game, ignoring the bulge in his jeans as she flipped around in her tiny skirt. He never rushed to go home when she talked to Chrissy. He thinks he deserves an award for listening and being good. But it seemed like she didn't care. Arriving at the party she went to find a friend, telling Eddie she would be right back. Sit there and look pretty.

So he did. But then he got offered a drink, and then another. Which turned into too many drinks. Now he's not sober, but not drunk yet and swaying to find his girlfriend.

She was talking to Steve when he came up behind her. No shame as he pressed his cock into her ass. "Steve is it? Time to go" he glared over her shoulder. Waving his hand in Steve's face. She turned around with a glare of her own.

"Edward Munson, you do not act that way" she scolded. Unhooking his arms as he tried to cage her in.

"I want to play a game" he whined, tugging her hand into the living room. A group of teenagers sitting in a circle with a bottle in the middle.

"Eddie I'm not thirteen. I'm not playing spin the bottle" she scoffed at him. Plus she knew her baby would not be able to handle her kissing someone else. He couldn't even handle her talking to someone.

"but I wanna play" he whined.

Here's the thing, she trusted Eddie. She knew he would never cheat or make her doubt their relationship. She could easily watch him kiss a girl quick on the lips and move on. It was a game and she knew it would mean nothing. She was confident and she had Eddie wrapped around her finger.

"you really want to play baby?" She asked. He nodded with a smile.

"okay fine. But you get one spin, and it better be a fast peck. No tongue, no touching, and they don't touch you. Got it?" She pointed her finger at him. And she was dead serious. She got closer to his face. Nose to nose.

"and if you break any of that, I will absolutely destroy your pathetic ass, got it?"

She smirked as his eyes filled with lust as he looked down at her lips.

"yes mommy" he whispered, "I'll be a good boy. Thank you" he giggled. Kissing her lips and placing himself in the circle. She laughed at his childish actions and stood in the corner. She wouldn't leave him unsupervised. And she had a good feeling he was in fact not going to be her good boy.

She watched as each person went. Nothing landed on Eddie quite yet.

Eddie felt her staring at him the whole time. His body was in flames as he squirmed. It wasn't too easy to get her jealous. She was confident in herself. And they both knew Eddie would never pick anyone over her. They both knew they were it for each other. And Eddie knew she was the love of his life. But being so stable in the relationship called for some fun on Eddie's end. He liked to keep pushing her, just to see how far she will continue to go.

So when the bottle finally landed on him, he looked up to see who was on the other end. He gulped, this was not going to be good

Y/N felt her blood boil as Megan spun the bottle, landing on her boyfriend. If she knew that slut came to play she wouldn't have let Eddie sit down.

Megan was the only girl on that cheerleading that she hated. She had no respect for anyone's relationships. She's talked about how badly she wanted to fuck Eddie before Y/N got to him, and after. She knew that Megan still wanted Eddie. She wasn't dumb. She eye fucked him all the time, no care that Y/N could clearly see her.

Eddie quickly found her eyes. Y/N shook her head no. Already leaning off of the wall to walk towards him. There was no fucking way she was letting him kiss her.

But once again, Eddie wasn't in the mood to listen.

Eddie watched as Megan smirked and crawled her way over to him.

Eddie had two options: be a good boy and get the fuck out of the circle. Or kiss the girl his girlfriend hated and see how much more fun his night could get.

He picked the wrong one.

Y/N froze as Megan crawled in his lap, smashing her lips onto Eddie with no hesitation. The crowd woofed and whistled as she dug her hands in his hair. It was easy to tell she shoved her tongue in his mouth. She knew exactly what Eddie looked like when he tongued someone, and right now his bad self was.

Insecure? Definitely not what she was feeling

Worried? Of course not. Eddie wouldn't ever leave her

Cheated? No, this was a game

And Y/N did not let Eddie win games.

Everyone's eyes followed her as she marched to the circle. Stomping her heel on the bottle. The shattered glass caused the two to pull away from each other.

Eddie felt his bulge grow bigger, and not because of the girl on his lap. But because his girlfriend looked like she was going to devour him.

"off now" she growled. She would give Megan three seconds before she lost her cool.

Megan didn't look like she was going to move, so Eddie did it for her. Shoving her harshly to the side. Not caring that she landed with a thump. His puppy eyes looking up at his girlfriend.

Y/N didn't say a word. Grabbing him by his ear and dragging him to the nearest bathroom. He wanted to get punished? Good because now this whole damn party was going to hear just how rough he liked it.

Eddie moaned as she shoved him against the sink. The door locked and slammed in a hurry.

"did you enjoy playing your game?" She mocked. Her hard eyes could easily bury him six feet under. He nodded his head hesitantly. He didn't enjoy the kiss, he enjoyed his own game he had going.

"that's good baby. Because now mommy is going to enjoy hers" she growled. Stepping back as she unzipped her dress.

Eddie drooled as she stepped out of it. No bra, and a very small pair of panties. He could see the wet patch, he smiled. He knew his little minx would love this.

His smile grew when she spoke her next words.

"belt off now"

"yes mommy" he said. Going to unbuckle it but before he could fully take it off, she added

"and hand it over" her palm laying face up. Waiting for the leather to be placed.

Now that made him freeze, smile dropping

"what?" He gulped

"I said. Hand. Over. The. Goddamn. Belt. "

He quickly pulled the belt through the loops, trying to go so fast, he fumbled with it a few times. Once he got the final loop through, he began babbling.

"okay I'm sorry. Very sorry. I'm so sorry"

But her face never changed, still staring at him with pure coldness, but he kinda liked it.

Her hand was still waiting for the leather

"I don't give a shit if you're sorry. Give me your belt"

His hand shook as he handed it over. Placing his handcuffed belt in her hands. Watching as she smirked.

"strip" she snapped. Running the leather against her fingers. He could just tell she has a million bad thoughts running through her head.

He quickly ripped off his shirt, throwing his pants down to his ankles and kicking it to the side.

"boxers too baby"

He gulped as she smacked the belt against her own hand. Running out of patience.

The second his boxers hit the floor he didn't have time to react. She turned his body over and shoved him harder against the counter.

His hot cock was pushed into the cold marble counter and it made him shiver. He felt her push his body flat down. His head inches away from the mirror. A loud whine left his throat when he looked in it. The way he was bent over, completely at her mercy. The same twisted smile on her face as her fingers trailed around his ass.

"mommy please" he whined, trying to push his hips against the counter so his cock could slide against the marble

"seriously shut the fuck up" she snapped. Yanking his hair so hard his head flew back. She laid her bare chest against his back. He could feel her wetness being pushed against his ass.

"you are going to look into this mirror and watch as mommy whips the pathetic attitude out of you, got it?" She growled in his ear. His body felt hot all over. The coldness of the counter wasn't doing anything to calm him down. He tried to nod with the grip she had on his hair. Her one hand was still trailing around the skin of his ass. Smacking lightly with her hand.

"yes mommy fuck" he moaned. His reflection looked like he was already fucked out. Like she's been destroying his insides for hours. So deep in him that he could see It in his stomach. But she hasn't even started part one of his punishment. He knew he was fucked badly now.

She let go of his hair with a shove. His head falling forward against the mirror. He placed his hands against the mirror, spreading his legs a tad bit further. Mentally preparing himself for the first whip of leath-

"OH FUCK" he screamed. The first whip of his belt stung against his ass. She didn't start easy either.

He watched as she smirked, landing another crack to his pale skin. Seconds between the first one. Not waiting a single second between the hits.

And she didn't stop. She kept whipping his skin over and over. His moans and screams echoed through the bathroom. He could see his own tears falling down his face. Watching as his hands tried to grip anything. His harsh breaths were fogging up the mirror as his face was smashed against it.

"turning so fucking red for me" she moaned, running her hands over the red marks that stained his pale skin. She could feel herself dripping at this point but she wasn't even close to being done. She wanted this mother fucker to cry and beg for her to stop.

She pushed on his back further, his ass arching out.

The bathroom was filled with his moans, screams, and the sound of leather cracking against his skin over and over. His body thrusted against the counter with every strike. His cock was sliding back and forth, adding to the pleasure.

He breathed a sigh of relief when she placed the belt next to him on the counter.

But the look in her eyes had him feeling he wasn't even close to being done.

She kneeled down on her knees, kissing the burning red skin. The marks of lashes contrasted on his white skin. She could see small bits of blood breaking the skin. She could feel his legs shaking as she kissed closer and closer to his hole. She pulled his cheeks apart and moaned at the sight of his pretty pink asshole gripping at nothing. She spit on it and smeared it all around.

"oh God yes" he moaned from above her. She looked up to see his head turned down to look at her. His eyes were filled with tears, his cheeks were red, and his lips looked like he'd been eating away at them for hours. She looked straight at him as she latched her lips on his hole, licking all around his opening. His eyes were rolling back.

But then she stepped away. Standing up and this time, smacking her hand down straight on his abused skin. His body jolted forward. The precum from his throbbing tip was creating a puddle below him.

"you like this you slut?" She teased. Her hands rubbed the abused skin once again. Without waiting for a response, she smacked down on his ass again.

"YES" he screamed, moaning endlessly as his skin burned

"you squeal so loud my little slut. Half of this party can probably hear you" she mocked.

She grabbed his hips and turned him around. She licked away his tears and his cock twitched at the feeling

"look at how fucking hard you are baby. You like getting your ass whipped with your own belt? A whole party just outside the door?" she teased. Gripping his cock and smacking it against her hand. Hearing it echo throughout the bathroom.

Her eyes caught the leather again. Another idea came to mind.

She removed her hands from his cock and he whined at the loss of contact

"shut up slut" she growled, smacking his face gently. He moaned at the feeling.

He watched as she grabbed the belt. Licking the leather with her tongue. Eddie felt himself losing air. She smirked and shoved three fingers in his mouth. She had a feeling he was going to get even louder

He braced himself for whatever she had planned. But the feeling of the leather whipping against his cock was not what he planned

"OH GOD MOMMY" he cried around her fingers. Sobs left his body as his cock burned from the crack.

She laughed at his cries and whipped his cock again and again. Some of the hit landed on his inner thigh. Smacking his balls just a tad bit softer. Watching as his body threw itself into her.

"look at you crying. You are so fucking pathetic" she mocked, pulling away

Eddie sobbed and nodded his head

"I'm a pathetic slut" he whined. Hating the way his cock ached even more for her. She nodded, agreeing as she kissed his cock and thighs.

She stepped back and pulled on her dress

"wait mommy, no,I want more" he whined. Grabbing her hand, and placing it on his stomach.

"you are crying like a little bitch. I don't think you can handle more"

She began to dress him and he whined in protest

"no mommy. I want more" he whined. Trying to kick his legs out of his underwear.

She growled at his behavior. Gripping his cock in a harsh tight grip that had his mouth falling open in seconds. A choked moan in his throat. His teeth clenched together as he puffed out air through his nose.

"you are such a slut. You think you even deserve to be fucked tonight?"

He nodded his head, ashamed.

"no I don't. But I deserve you to punish me. Remind me who I belong to. Please mommy" he cried. Begging helplessly as her grip got tighter on his cock but never moving it. Just clenching the skin.

"get dressed and I'll meet you in the car" she spit on the top of his cock and went out the door, slamming it behind her.

Getting dressed was harder than he thought it would be. Sliding his boxers up. The material scraping against the marks on his ass had him hissing. Touching his sensitive and abused cock into his underwear had him gripping the sink. He could see the skin had small marks on it and his thigh was starting to bruise. He whined as he quickly palmed himself. Jerking himself off through his underwear at a slow place. He removed his hand, knowing if he even had a small trace of full cum in his boxers he'd get blue balls for a week, and slipped on his jeans, with his belt and threw on his shirt.

Shoulders slumped as he opened the door. Walking, well more like stomping, his way to the front door.

No doubt that his eyes were red and puffy. His face was stained with tears.

He slouched in the seat once he made it in the car. Ignoring her purposely when he buckled.

She laughed at this attitude but played along.

Acting like she had no idea he was ignoring her. She loved when Eddie pouted and crossed his arms. And he was doing just that. Twitching in his seat.

"does your little ass hurt now?" She teased. Her fingers touching the belt he put back on his slutty small hips.

He continued to ignore her. His ass in fact was on fire and sitting only made it worse. The fact that his cock was still throbbing didn't help either.

Once they arrived at his trailer, he slammed the car door and pounded up the steps. Taking off his shoes and throwing them nearby, harshly.

Y/N watched as he threw his little tantrum. She wanted to keep teasing him a tad bit longer.

She started walking to his bedroom. She could hear his feet quickly following behind her. She ignored him as she sat on the bed, removing her heels and moaning at the relief. She could see Eddie twitching in the doorway.

"ready to go to sleep baby?" She smirked.

She stood up and removed her dress, preparing to grab a shirt of Eddie's when he dropped on his knees in front of her. Not saying a word. She looked down at his puppy eyes.

He continued his game of ignoring her. Just slowly kissing her stomach, sucking lightly near her hips. She moaned lightly and she could feel his smirk against her skin.

His fingertips grabbed her lace panties and pulled back. Watching as it snapped against her skin. He returned to kiss her, trailing down her thighs, his nose bumped against her clit through the lace. He whined at her smell. His hands grabbing her ass from behind and shoving her further into him. He licked her cunt through the lace. Bucking his hips into the air as he got a slight taste of her.

"let me prove I can be a good boy. I want to make mommy cum" he whined. His eyes looked up at her as his tongue pushed against her clit.

"you want to eat mommy's pussy?" She asked, trailing her fingers around his soft cheeks.

He nodded fast, his nose brushing against her clit. Still refusing to move his head.

"okay baby". She yanked his head away from her. Smirking down as his puppy eyes followed her every move

"lay down" he nodded fast. Throwing his fully clothed body on his bed.

She kissed his lips, he hummed at her taste. Throwing his arms around her and placing a hand on her head. Pushing her against his lips harder. She pulled away faster than he would have liked.

She slide her body over his. Placing her thighs on the sides of his head. She pulled her panties to the side, Eddie moaning instantly seeing her cunt. She slowly placed herself on his tongue. Whining as he devoured her right away. Not wasting a second to tease her or anything.

Eddie loved to give sloppy and wet head. He loved making a mess. His face was thrashing under her, not giving her a second to breathe. She dove her hands into his hair. Rocking her hips against his tongue. Riding his face just as desperately as his tongue was fucking her.

"oh baby. You are doing so good" she moaned. Eddie always worked better with praise. He was a strange one. He loved being called pathetic, a slut and worthless. But when it came to pleasing her, he wanted the praise. He needed to know he was making his mommy feel good.

She gasped out and removed her hips. Hovering over his face. Smirking as he gasped for fresh air. Licking his lips, his mouth was covered in her sweetness. His hands went to grab her hips to bring her down again, but she moved away.

He huffed out again. His hands smacking his bed in frustration.

"quit with the attitude" she snapped. Squeezing her fingers around his mouth. His lips puffing out.

"I'm sorry" he whined. Her grip on his jaw was tight and he couldn't move.

"I was moving so I could suck your pathetic cock. Now I'm not sure if I want to anymore" she smirked as his eyes welled up with tears. Eddie was always a pretty crier.

"NO PLEASE DO IT. I'M SORRY. I'LL BE GOOD" he screamed. Sitting up fully. She shook her head and pushed him back down. Rolling her eyes as she placed her cunt above his face again, this time her face was next to his crotch.

"don't you even think about cumming before me" she warned. She felt his head nod as he dove his tongue back inside of her.

She moaned as she unzipped his jeans. Slowly taking off the belt....keeping it close by. She took his cock out of his boxers. Throbbing, red, soaked in his own precum and small red marks from his belt. She licked his tip slowly. Tracing her tongue all around his head. Swallowing the small bits of precum. She sucked on his tip slowly and gently. She knew she needed to start slow otherwise he'd bust in seconds. She felt his tongue go still inside of her. Moaning against her as his hips jerked forward.

"did I say stop, you whore?" She snapped. Her hand gripping his cock harshly.

"fu..ck..no" he whined. Diving back inside of her. Trying his best to keep his tongue moving as she sucked him off. He silently thanked her for having some mercy and taking him slow.

He worked her faster. Desperate to get her off. His tongue was moving all around inside her. He thrashed his head side to side. His nose brushing against her clit repeatedly. She was speeding up on his cock and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He whined at how pathetic he felt. She just started sucking him further and he was ready to bust like a virgin.

She released his cock with a pop. A loud moan leaving her throat. Her nails scratched down his balls, massaging them with her hands

"so good baby. Mommy's going to cum really soon" she moved her hips against him faster. Keeping attention on his balls as she felt her body clenching everywhere

"RIGHT THERE EDDIE" she screamed. His tongue and her hips are moving together perfectly. She gasped out as she felt her stomach snap. Her hands left his balls, desperate to clench her own tits. Squeezing them hard as she felt herself cumming. Her hips shuttered against his face. Silent screams leaving her lips as she gripped her tits harder. Small nail marks mark her skin. She could see Eddie's cock moving on its own. Somehow growing harder as he heard her orgasm. She rode it out slowly. Removing herself once she felt her clit become too sensitive.

She turned around to kiss his lips. Tasting herself on him. She pulled away slowly. Watching as he licked his lips. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it up his body, using it to clean his mouth off.

"at least your mouth is good for something other than being a bitch" she growled. Slapping his cheek harder. His head turned with the slap, moaning at the roughness.

"strip while I get my cock for you" she smiled as she turned. Hearing Eddie's bed creak as he flung his clothes in every direction. She grabbed the toy from his closet. Walking back to see him on his knees on his bed.

"look at how big my cock is Eddie. Look at how pathetic yours looks next to it" she mocked. Trailing the toy up against his cock. Watching as he whimpered. His fingers tracing the veins on the toy.

"very big" he moaned. He could feel his asshole clenching, just wishing to be fucked.

"lay down at the edge baby. I'm going to fuck your throat. You are going to suck my cock like a good boy. And stop disappointing me" she slapped his ass when he quickly crawled to the edge. Laughing at the small hiss that left his throat. He laid down, his head hanging off of the bed.

She trailed the toy over his lips. She spit on the toy, lubing the cock before shoving it down Eddie's throat.

She moaned as he choked and gagged. She took no mercy. Fucking his throat as fast as she could. She could see the toy going down his throat. She shoved the toy deep, and stopped. Letting the toy sit in his throat.

"hold it" she growled. Hearing him gag harder and breathe through his nose.

"you feel that?" She asked, grabbing his hand and placing it on the bulge in his neck.

Eddie whined as a response.

She slowly pulled out of his throat. Watching as he gasped for air.

"am I still doing good?" He whispered. His throat burned as he talked.

"so good for mommy baby. She's so proud" she said, kissing his Addams apple as she bent down.

She strapped the toy on her harness. Sitting on his bed against the headboard.

"come here pretty boy" she said. He quickly sat up and crawled over to her.

"can I ride your cock?" He whimpered, his hand jerking off the toy

She nodded. She pulled him by his hips

"I love your slutty hips" she moaned, giving his hips a squeeze

"I love you" he moaned. Now sitting on her thighs

"I love you too" she said. Kissing his lips softly. She pulled his ass cheeks apart, helping him as he pushed himself on the toy

"MOMMY" he whined. The toy rested fully inside of him. His hands gripped on her shoulders.

"take your time" she said softly. Kissing his throat as he took deep breaths.

He slowly moved his hips. Lifting himself up and slamming back down.

The more she encouraged him, the faster he rode her. Bouncing on her cock as he desperately whined loudly.

"you look so gorgeous bouncing on my cock" she complimented. Watching as his eyes were rolling in the back of his head. His bangs were sweaty against his forehead. His hands moved down to her tits. Squeezing them in his hands as he desperately rocked against her. His body burned all over. He could feel her grip on his thighs beginning to hurt, definitely leaving bruises behind later. She sucked hickies on his neck, her hand sneaking behind him to pull his cheeks even further apart. The toy hit him deeper.

"yes mommy....so..good...Jesus" he whined breathlessly.

"up baby" she said. She could see his face was turning into his orgasm face. His body was shaking and he was close. But she didn't want him to cum like this.

He ignored her, bouncing faster

"Eddie up!" She demanded but he kept riding her. Trying to sneak an orgasm

He was unsuccessful, she gripped his neck hard. Choking him as he slowed down his hips.

"I said, to get fucking up" she snapped. Her patience was gone. Eddie felt his throat burning underneath her grip. His vision started to go blurry by the time he admitted defeat.

"okay" he choked out. Satisfied, she released the grip. He coughed as he moved off of the toy. Crying silently as he felt empty again.

"grab me the belt baby" she whispered into his ear, sucking on his earlobe. Yanking the skin with her teeth.

"again?" He whimpered. Pulling his head away to look at her eyes.

She felt herself grow more aroused as he silently cried. Tears going down his face as his hands shook grabbing the belt.

"why baby? Do you not like the belt?" She asked, her nails scraping down his chest and soft stomach. He shivered.

"I just thought I was a good boy" he sniffled. Looking at her through his lashes. Holding the belt tightly in his hands

"oh you were. You were doing so well but you ignored me. You kept fucking your pathetic self on my cock when I said to stop"

"I'm sorry mommy" he begged again.

"I don't care. Turn around" she snapped, yanking the belt out of his hands.

Eddie nodded slowly and turned himself around. He tucked a pillow under his arms, arching his back so his ass pressed against her cock.

"the belt isn't for what you think it is" she teased. Eddie turned to look at her confused but stopped when he felt the belt being wrapped around his neck.

She yanked the belt, his neck thrown back as the belt tugged him into her. His back was pressed against her bare chest

She lubed up the toy, shoving the cock back into his ass

"YES FUCK" he whimpered. Full of her again. She was ruthless. She was pounding into him fast and hard. His throat burned as the leather dug into his skin. She yanked on the belt harder. Loving the whine that left his throat. He was pressed against her fully. Their bodies melted into one.

"that's it. Let me hear you" she teased. Her hand finally went down to his neglected cock. Jerking him fast as he whined pathetically.

He was screaming louder and louder. She had a feeling he was getting close.

"MOMMY I NEED TO CUM" he screamed.

"okay baby" she said softly. Releasing her grip on the belt and his cock

"jerk your pathetic cock off" she snapped. He nodded fast, his hand touching his cock. Jerking himself as fast as he could. Whining as he felt his balls get heavier with cum.

The belt went loose around his neck. He took the advantage and finally breathed normally.

Within seconds she placed the leather strap in his mouth, forcing him to bite down on it as she fucked him harder

He moaned around the belt. Drool dripping down his chin and chest.

The belt muffled his screams, but he was still loud. He felt his body go slack, dropping against the bed as she drilled into him faster. He gave up on holding himself. Jerking his cock right against the sheets. Letting her have her way with him.

He reached his free hand behind him, searching for her hand.

She smiled as she saw his hand reaching for her. Only her sweet Eddie would want to hold hands while he choked on a leather belt and was getting fucked in his ass.

She laced their fingers and kissed his hand. Holding their connected grip against his back.

Within seconds his body shook, thrashing against the bed as he filled the sheets under him with his cum. Jerking himself faster as his cum shot everywhere. Twitching at the sensitivity as her thrusts went slower. Once she felt his body go still, head faced down in his bed. She pulled the toy out, unhooking the belt from his mouth.

She kissed down his spine, kissing softer around his ass, kissing the marks she left behind.

She took off her harness and threw it on the floor. Turning her boyfriend around softly.

"hi baby" she said softly, kissing up his dirty cum filled stomach, to his chest and up to his lips. He had no energy to kiss her back. Just taking the small pecks she offered

"you made me so proud. Can you give me another one? Just a little small one for mommy?" She asked. Her fingers softly touch his sensitive cock. He shivered

"mommy no" he whined. His own body betrayed his words as he felt his cock growing hard again.

"you sure? Mommy just wants one more orgasm to fill up her cunt. Can you do that?" She asked. Kissing his face as he sniffled

"I can't. No" he cried as she kept her hand moving against him

"please baby? It would make mommy so proud" she said

Eddie sighed in defeat. He could never tell her no

"just one?" He asked, hiccuping with his tears

"just a small one" she nodded. Moving her panties to the side as she slid on his lap

Hovering over his cunt as she teased the tip, rubbing it against her clit.

"okay mommy. I can"

The air left his lungs when she slammed down on him. Her warm tight cunt completely clenched around him.

"OH GOD. FUCK" he cried. More tears leaving his eyes

"doing so good" she moaned. Feeling so full of him as she bounced on him. This time chasing her own release

His overstimulated body was shaking. He was gripping the sheets as he thrashed under her.

"it hurts" he cried.

"shh it's okay. I'm almost done" she said softly. Kissing away his tears as she rode him faster. Her orgasm was close. She was twisting Eddie's nipples harshly as her high got closer

"mommy... please...I can't" he sobbed. He was used to multiple orgasms. But he's never had one orgasm ruin his body completely.

She nodded. "rub my clit baby and I'll cum" she said softly. Caressing his face as he nodded.

Sniffling loudly as he rubbed her clit fast. Desperate to get her to cum as his own orgasm was moments behind.

She screamed as she clenched around him. Milking his cock as he shot his cum inside of her. Coating his cock completely in her own cum.

He cried out. Cumming hard as he sobbed.

She slowly took herself off of him. Watching his soft cock fall against his body.

"shh baby. You did so good" she said softly. Running her fingers through his hair as she wiped his tears

"so so so proud my boy. You did amazing" she kept complimenting him. Making sure he felt loved as his body sunk further in his sheets.

She began to get up, reaching for his nightstand but he grabbed her hand

"can you just hold me first?" He asked quietly. Sniffling back more tears

"let me clean you off and put some lotion on your body, first okay? I want to make sure I take care of the marks from the belt, okay?"

He nodded with teary eyes. Whimpering as her touch disappeared.

She softly cleaned off his stomach. Using a cold towel to wipe away his sweat. She kissed his skin repeatedly.

Turning him to his stomach softly. Apologizing as his soft cock rubbed against his sheets.

"I'm sorry baby. Just a second longer" she kissed his spine.

Rubbing lotion on her hands as she rubbed the ointment on his ass. Covering his red skin fully. His body melted into the sheets.

"feel good?" She asked softly

"yes mommy. Thank you" he said. She smiled and kissed his cheek. Turning him to his side and throwing a blanket over his naked body. She took off her panties and added them to the pile of clothes on his floor.

She crawled behind him. Her bare chest rested against his back as she wrapped her arms around him. Kissing his shoulder as he pushed himself against her. His hands held hers that rested on his stomach.

Sighing contently into her arms.

"I love you baby" she said as she kissed his cheek

He smiled and felt his body lure into sleep.

But Eddie knew that wouldn't be the last time he acted as a brat to get what he wanted......

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rafedaddy01 · 10 months

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Rafe x reader ; there having a heated argument and she’s throwing things and breaking things at the tannyhill and ward tells rafe he’s met his match and leaves him there to deal with it and then once the calm is finally over rafe destroys her in doggy style to show he’s really the leader in the relationship (not true) cause he’s whipped for the reader and her outlandish behavior that makes him look somewat normal

A/n: Y’all are so creative with your ideas, I’m loving it. For sure got hot and bothered writing this, it’s a must for me. Keep up the requests

Warnings: smut, punishment, dark, hair pulling, argument, dominance, 18+

“Fuck you rafe” you said turning around to leave. “Where do you think your going? Were not done here” Rafe said pulling you by your hair backward into the room and tossing you onto the couch making your tits bounce which he took notice of. “Yes we are, your a dick. Just let me go home” you shouted standing up to push past him but he blocked the door way

“Your not going anywhere y/n” he chuckled. “Okay, fine” you said picking up a vase “you want me to stay, I’ll stay. But I’ll also destroy every fucking piece of item in this room” you said shattering the vase against the tile floor. Rafe shot you a warning look that you brushed off and reached for a statue that looked pretty expensive. You picked it up and shot Rafe a sarcastic smile before slamming it against the floor bits flying across the room. “What the hell is going on here?” Ward came in looking frantically around the broken glass. He looked up at Rafe who looked embarrassed, “son, looks like you met your match. Deal with this” he said pointing to the mess you made before answering a call and shutting the door behind him. You reached for a few pictures sitting on the piano in the room. “Y/n id be very careful with your next actions, don’t think I won’t punish you for this. I’m still in charge here” you flipped him off before throwing each frame at the wall with a loud crash. You looked around at your mess pretty proud of what you accomplished. You cleaned your hands off and grabbed your purse to exited out the door. Rafe gripped your wrists and pinned you back against the wall. “You wanna act like a brat I’ll fuck you like one” he said taking a pocket knife out of his pocket with his free hand and cut your skirt down the middle causing it to fall to the floor. He looked up at you as tears fell down your cheeks and you tried wiggling free. “Let me go Rafe I swear-“ you started. “You swear what? There’s nothing you could do to scare me y/n” he chuckled darkly placing the pointy part of the knife into your thigh and pushing slightly not enough to cause bleeding but enough to make you yelp. “Now… how about you keep this pretty mouth shut and let me remind you whose in charge in this relationship” Rafe said bringing the knife to your panties and cutting them off you. You nodded your head in defeat.

“Get on the couch on all fours” Rafe said putting the knife on the table and stripping of his clothes. You took your shirt off and did what he said, regretting being a brat. “You know the drill, don’t cum until your given permission” he said slapping your ass hard “understand?” He questioned yanking your head back by your hair when you didn’t answer him. “Y-yes Rafe, im sorry” you cried out. He laughed as he positioned himself behind you, erection pushing against your ass. “A little late for that doll” he thrusted into you harshly not giving you any time to adjust. “You better keep quiet, don’t need my dad coming back up here and seeing what happens to sluts who don’t listen” he grunted as he thrusted harder into your cervix. You always hated when hed fuck you from the back, it allowed him to get a better angle of fucking into you deeper it felt good when you came but the pain that came before was excruciating. “Rafe please slow down” you sobbed. “Aw is baby in pain? To bad. You wanted to act like a brat so you’ll get punished like one” he said leaving his hand print on your ass cheek. “I’m in charge in this relationship and don’t you forget it” he hissed as your walls clenched around his cock repeatedly. He slowed down his thrusts not letting you cum. “Rafe please let me cum, I need it. It hurts to hold it” you pouted turning your head to look at him hoping he’d give in seeing the look on your face. All he did was pull you up so your back pressed against his chest. “You want to cum so bad, fuck yourself on my cock” he whispered in your ear halting his movements inside you. You moaned as you started bouncing on his cock chasing the high you desperately needed. His hands reached around to pinch your nipple causing your eyes to shut from the pain and pleasure he was giving you. “Eyes open” he said wrapping one of his hands around your throat and squeezing. Rafe was close too and you could tell from how his cock twitched repeatedly. He stopped you from moving and flipped you over so that he was on top. “I wanna watch your face when I make you cum” he said inserting himself back into you. Your hands made way into his hair and tugged at the roots. Rafe moaned and came undone inside you thrusting a few sloppy thrusts as you came undone as well throwing your head back and arching your back.

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nattblacklupin · 1 month

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Fierce protector

Pairing: Lord Devlon x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, illyrian soilders inappropriately touching reader (nothing too intense), fighting? (Not really, but still), kinda suggestive at the end but no smut

Summary: Lord Devlon protects his mate no matter what

Masterlist

Everyone in Windhaven was scared of Lord Devlon, one wrong move or word, and he will destroy you the next training. He was especially fierce about training the women in the camp, his mate helped him realise they could be good and useful fighters too. Now it takes one bad word about any woman in the camp, and you got it. Training or, in worst case, punishment that will surely teach everyone their place.

Today was one of these days, and Devlon wasn't letting them go easy today. They spoke too openly about his mate. They should be glad he didn't kill them. Just the thought of yesterday events was making him see red.

He was waiting for his mate to finish her shift in the pub. He told her uncountable times she didn't have to work and that he will take care of her, but she refused every time. Devlon wasn't happy about it, but if his mate wishes to work, he will have it and respect it. His mate matters to him the most and if he has to stay in her pub whole shift just to scare of drunk horny warriors then let it be like that, anything just too see her smile at the end of the day.

Today started as a normal night for both of them. Y/N made sure everyone got their drinks while he was making sure she is alright. The men can get quite handsy, which he totally won't tolerate, not with any woman and totally not with his mate.

"Hello pretty, could you please give us three shots?" One of the soilders yelled at you. He immediately turned to them. It's not something new that men compliment you. He himself does that nearly every day. But he was keeping eye on them. Young warriors often didn't know when to keep their mouth shut. Their table was close to Devlon, so no word that left they shameful mouth didn't miss him. He was still left with a cold mind. Let them fantasise. You would never even get close to them in that way.

You were used to drunk men, their words just pointless part in your night. Their order was quickly done, and you started walking to their table. On your way, you shot Devlon quick smile. You missed him - like it isn't only half an hour since you last kissed him.

Everything was going smoothly, and they didn't do anything stupid till you were leaving them to take care of other orders. One of them whistled and slapped your ass. In a second, his hand was grabbed by your mate, and the soilder was on the ground.

"You wanna try that again?" Devlon growed at him. How dares he touch his mate like that? Only he can do that. The illyrian soldier was nearly peeing his pants while begging for forgiveness. Devlon didn't see through his anger, all his instincts were screaming at him to protect mate and kill any potentional threat to her.

,,Devlon, love, let him go. You can punish him on the training tomorrow. But don't let him destroy the night today. " You knew how to calm down your husband. These little angry scenes were nearly on a daily routine. Devlon could control himself, just not when it came to you, his only weakness.

,,let's go home, love. " you said and took his hand to slowly lead him away from the soilder. He luckily did let go, and his hand went around your waist. ,,talk to my mate like that one more time, and I will literally kill you." He was dead serious when he said that ,,that goes for all of you."

You quickly nodded at your coworker so they knew you were leaving. Everyone was probably happy that you decided to leave sooner, and they didn't have to deal with their angry commander.

The moment you left the pub, you kissed him. The kiss was fast and heated. Nothing sweet about it, but at the moment, you knew that Devlon needed to calm himself somehow, with what you will gladly help him further at home. Your lips left his, and you looked up to smile at him.

,,my fierce protector."

#devlon x reader #acotar x reader #lord devlon x reader #devlon x y/n #lord devlon x y/n #acotar x y/n #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #lord devlon

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imnotsimpingyouare · 11 months

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UPPERMOONS' ROLE IN THE BEDROOM

NSFW Headcannons - Minors DNI

For Gyutaro, Daki, and Kaigaku

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Gyutaro

KINKY

All I have to say

He's put in a sub space easily because bro has no clue what he's doing

He's never been touched this way, nor has he ever thought of touching someone this way

(Until you came along)

Huuuuge praise kink

Like he just wants to be your pretty boy 😢

He will do anything to please you just to hear you call him that

Begging, whining, the whole shebang

He feels like no one would ever touch an ugly demon like him this way, why you? He's very insecure

I feel like he may go feral and just use you one day when he comes home

Probably after a really bad day, or Muzan scolding him for letting Daki hold him back

Like he just comes home and completely defiles you

He wants to witness your little fall from grace, wants to bring you down to his level and punish you for 'messing with him'

Literally just you loving him but go off I guess 😭

He wouldn't stop until you're absolutely wrecked, his cum leaking from everywhere his dick will fit

(Or won't fit)

Even after he'd tell you he's so sorry, so sorry for destroying darling

-> softer sex with lots of praising and reassurance that you truly do love him 😢

Daki

Such a brat 😭😭

Like she can keep up with her customers, but she doesn't have to keep up the facade around you

Cute, sweet, docile little lady -> GONE

She does not want to be dominated AT ALL

In fact, she hates you trying to assert power over her

She degrades you like nobody's business 🥺

It gets her wet knowing you accept that she's better than you, and more powerful

She's only doing this 'to get herself off'

It is my opinion she has LOTS of toys to mess you up with.

Like a whole collection BDSM shit

Step on me

She will do that btw

Does not hesitate to put you in your place

You're below her, and that's final

Need to cum? You better ask permission

You BETTER ask permission

Her punishments are brutal

She likes to edge you, and having infinite stamina she can do that all night if she so desires

Better not cross her 🤫

What really gets her going is when you compliment her. She lovesssss that food for her ego, someone as cute as you begging and praising her while she's destroying you

will peg you any day of the week

In reality, her and her brother have it in common that they really just love to be loved for who they are hot demons instead of what they look like

Daki will cuddle with you after your sessions, showering eachother in love and praise 🥺

Kaigaku

Bitch boy 😤

Acts all tough, but he likes it when you fight back and take what's yours

No joke though if you piss him off, he will annihilate you

He secretly wants to get caught balls deep in you (as long as it's not Koku)

It boosts his confidence to take you, wrap his hand around your neck and wreck you until you can't handle it anymore

When he does submit to you though, he's always challenging your authority

(He likes to be punished by you, he thinks it's so hot when you're upset with him)

His moans are 😩✋️

He knows it too, this bitch will moan in your ear on purpose, saying things like "my peach, you feel so fucking good on my cock, do you like that?"

He doesn't give two fucks how loud he is

cannot wait to see this mf animated 💀

He'll tease and bully you until the very end, telling you "you better not fucking cum"

On the other hand, his bratty demeanor will dissolve when he gets close, and you like to make him taste his own medicine

He HATES it (loves it) when you tease him back

It turns him on beyond belief

Like you two can just be talking but the moment you've got something sassy to say, you better be ready to face HORNY KAIGAKU.

He loves to degrade and be degraded

His aftercare is usually very half-assed, bro just falls asleep 💀

He'll clean you up a little if you're really fucked out

He prefers you to clean eachother up and talk a little bit after, like a mutal thing

Funny thing is demons don't even sleep 💀 like he just does it because he's addicted to the feeling of sleeping after fucking

His favorite thing 😭

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny smut #kny x reader #kny headcanons #kny gyutaro #gyuutarou #gyutaro #kny daki #gyutaro and daki #kaigaku #kny kaigaku #minors fuck off

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specialagentlokitty · 5 months

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Carol Danvers x reader - a lifetime

Part two:

Carol led you back to her ship, and you stood awkwardly in the middle of it.

“I refuse to work with anyone but you, so where you go I go.” You said.

“That’s fair enough, I’ve got some spare clothes if you want to change out of that jumpsuit?”

“Oh… uh.. yes I suppose so.”

Carol beamed at you a little.

“Perfect, come on.”

She led you through the ship and she showed you were all she kept all her spare clothes and she began showing you some of them.

“No, I don’t think these will be enough to hide me.”

“Hide you?”

“Do you have anything long sleeved maybe?”

“Uh…”

She threw a pair of jeans at you, and then she pulled out an old looking sweatshirt, showing it to you before she threw it.

“I’ll give you a second.”

She turned around and you quickly changed into the jeans and the sweatshirt, neatly folding up the jumpsuit and setting it on the desk.

“Thank you.”

Carol turned back around, and she looked at you, nodding her head in approval.

“We’ll sort you out some stuff later, but right now we need to go over what you know and what I know, and piece together everything.”

You followed behind her again, and she took you to the front of the ship, handing you a tablet.

“That’s what I got on my last outing. I can never seem to catch up to the dude.”

You sat down in a chair, playing the video so you could watch it.

It was of a dying star, and you watching it carefully.

“It’s smaller than any dying star I’ve seen.” Carol said.

“Because it is, that’s not a dying star, that’s the remnants of one.”

You sent the tablet down and turned to look at her.

“There’s a handful of people that can do what I do, we were raised to be soldiers, many died in battle.”

“How many of you are left?”

“Aside from myself, there is one another, mostly likely working with those who created our little group. A handful of children on my home planet are born with a gift to connect the stars, we are made to be protecters of the universe, but we were created to destroy it. Everybody has their own unique power.”

“So you know who this is?”

You shook your head.

“No, we may have our own unique powers but we gather our power the same way. I won’t know until I see one of these dying stars in person.”

“Why not?”

You sighed.

“When we take the life force of a dying star, we also leave a little bit of our own powers behind, each one has a different color combination.”

“So, what’s yours? Just so I know it’s you.”

You hummed a little, holding out your palm.

A light burned softly, a mixture of blue and purple, just swirling around the orange ball of light and it faded, leaving little trails of blue and purple that disappeared after.

“Blue and purple.”

“Nice, so at least I know I’ll be able to recognise you if you ever got lost.”

You rolled your eyes a little bit.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on leaving if that’s what you’re worried about Danvers, like I said, I have I’m I interest in that. I just want to get this over and done with so I can finish what should’ve been finished years ago.”

Carol walked over to her chair and sat down, picking up the tablet you left behind.

She began to look through it, kicking her feet up on the console.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes.”

She glanced at you.

“Why are you so determined to die?”

You looked at you hands, clenching your jaw a little.

“I am ashamed of things I have done Danvers, things I never should have done. I have lived with that guilt long enough. I believe it’s time that I face the proper punishment for those crimes.”

“You can change, it seems like you have changed. You don’t seem like a hardened criminal to me.”

You looked at her.

“People can be deceiving.”

“Maybe.”

Carol set the tablet down.

“But that doesn’t mean you deserve to die for the things you did in the past.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew the things I had done.”

“We’re all stained by the memories of things we’ve done in the past, I’m no different. I’ve done things I’m not proud of, but I made them right, and you can too.”

“That’s what i am doing, but it changes nothing. This will still end the same way regardless.”

Carol frowned a bit more.

“So there’s no changing your mind?” She asked.

“No, there isn’t.”

She slowly nodded her head.

“So, let’s not think about that then, how about we just go figure out whatever the hell this is and figure out how to stop it.”

You nodded, gesturing to the console.

“Lead the way.”

“Buckle up, it’s a bumpy ride.”

You did the seatbelts on your chair, and she pressed some buttons.

You weren’t too interested in whatever it was she was doing, so, instead you just sat there staring out the window, watching the sky grow closer and closer.

“What was your planet like?” She asked.

“What does it matter?”

“Curious, somebody has to carry on its memory, right? The memory of your friends, family.”

You went quiet, and she glanced at you before looking away.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s okay. I suppose you would be curious.”

You held up your hand, creating a small planet, showing green land, and blue waters.

“In a way, our home was similar to yours. We had mountains and oceans, cities and deserts.”

You reached out, passing the little planet to her and she took it, spinning it around in her hand.

“We had everything we could ever need, three suns, two moons, animals that could fly that we would tame and keep as pets. We had it all…”

The planet in Carol’s had slowly vanished, leaving a small string of purple and blue.

“I never had any friends, I grew up in a home far away from anybody else, my parents were trying to hide my from the council in the hopes I wouldn’t be taken away.”

“Why?”

“They knew what the council wanted from me, they knew of my power and what it could do in the wrong side. The council killed my parents and took me, trained me to be a soldier, the commander of my team.”

She unbuckled her seat belt and you did the same thing to yours, standing up the stretch.

“We were trained that anybody, and I mean anybody who dared to get in the way of my planets growing empire would face the consequences of it, similar to what the Kree were doing. When I learned of this I confronted the council.”

Carol turned to look at you.

“I killed my own people, my own team, then I destroyed my planet to stop the war that they had created.”

Carol slowly set down the tablet she has just picked up, eyes full of sadness.

“I’m so sorry…”

“I lost everything, after that, I crash landed on Earth, I agreed to help Fury with his avengers initiative, and then the accords happened. I helped Fury design that prison block, under the command I was never to be released no matter what happened, not unless something like this happened. After so many years, upon my request, he was to have me executed.”

“Then why are you helping me? If you knew you were going to be executed?”

“Because I know despite how strong you may be, this is still my fight. I must finish this myself, not you.”

You coughed a little, holding your hand up to her, gesturing to your bag.

Carol grabbed it, walking over she handed it to you, and you reached inside, grabbing a small small box, opening the lid, you took out the small dim star, holding it in your hand.

You sat down for a moment before you put the star back in its box, and you set it aside.

“Why isn’t it as bright?”

You looked at Carol.

“It’s a dying star.”

“You took some of its life force.”

You slowly nodded.

She narrowed her eyes at you.

“We don’t have time for this Danvers, can you find the next star to vanish?”

Carol shook her head, walking over to a console and you got up, following her to look at everything she had gathered.

“No, but I can find one that vanishes unnaturally. The problem is thousands of suns and stars implode all the time, sometimes I get a mixed signal.”

“Uh.. try this, grab those wires.”

You grabbed a few things and began to connect them.

“Connect this to you console frame, be warned it’ll cause a small energy surge, it’ll create a blackout bit it should only last a few seconds. If it lasts any longer I can jumpstart your ship again with your help.”

“Right.”

Carol plugged everything in, and she nodded at you.

Grabbing the other end, you took a deep breath, forcing power through your hand and into the wires.

Her console went haywire, and everything went black.

“I thought you said it would turn back on..” she mumbled.

“Wait…”

You waited a second, and slowly the lights flickered back on with everything else.

Unplugging the wires, you gestured to the console.

Walking over, Carol had a look at everything.

“I have a whole new set of readings, what did you do?”

“When we take the life force of a star, we don’t just take it, it lives inside of us. Kind of like a storage unit, so, instead of looking for a sun or star that’s imploded, you’ll what to be looking for a surge of power exactly like mine.”

Carol looked at you, seeing a bit of blood under your nose.

Grabbing a cloth, she handed it over, gesturing to your nose and you covered it.

“Thanks. It’s been a while since I’ve used my powers, it may take time to get to the strength I need to be at.”

“Then we’ll have to work together, as a team. Right?”

You looked at her as she grinned from ear to ear.

“Not everybody would be so pleased to work with a criminal.”

“I think you’re pretty cool.”

You cracked a small smile, and she held out her hand.

“A team?”

You reached out, clasping your hand with hers.

“A team.”

Carol grinned, and you smiled, letting go of her hand and turned your attention to the console.

“This could take a while, to play it safe we can’t harness stars more than once a month. It’s too dangerous, especially with bigger stars. Which also gives us time to sort out a game plan.”

“Right, and for you to get back into fighting shape, so, know any hand to hand combat?”

You shook your head.

“Perfect, let’s learn.”

She put her fists up and you copied her.

You had no time to waste, and who knows how fast to learn, so you needed to pick up everything as fast as you possible could.

You just prayed your body would hold out until then, because at this rate, you wouldn’t last much longer than a year at most, and you had to make sure Carol never found out about it

#marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel imagine #marvel x y/n #captain marvel #captain marvel imagine #captain marvel x you #captain marvel x reader #Carol Danvers #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x you #carol danvers imagine

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midnightsun-if · 7 months

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angst hehehe ANGST!! How would the ROs react to accidentally hurting the MC? (this could be because of a psychic attack, illusion making them think the MC is someone else, etc?)

Koda: He’d feel absolutely awful. He’s so much bigger than you, while he’s aware you can take care of yourself, the simple fact that he laid his hands on you? Illusion or not? It’d cause him to wilt and he’d do everything he could to ensure that you knew he’d never harm you intentionally, that he’d do anything in his power to make it up to you. For being a bear shifter, he does an excellent impression of a kicked puppy.

Scarlett: All the angst with this one… Her actions would trigger some deep rooted things within her mind, things that she’s tried to avoid for a long time, and bring them to the forefront of her mind. She wouldn’t be able to look at you, after ensuring you were safe and protected as much as you could be, and would avoid being alone with you at all costs. Flinching whenever you within arms reach of her— she’d feel awful because you were the one that’s supposed to be scared of her, you were the one that’s supposed to be avoiding her, and she hates that she’s running from you when all she wants to be is closer, but she can’t be. Not when she doesn’t trust herself anymore near you. You were supposed to be the one person, the one being, she’d never harm.

Cyrus/Cyra: Given the fact that they’re a fire entity, they’d be completely horrified. They could have killed you, could have destroyed ever semblance of peace they’ve ever known, and they wouldn’t have even realized it until it was too late. They’d be stuck in a loop within their mind, thinking of all the things that they could have done to be better prepared. All the things that could have negated what they’ve done to you. They’d give you as much of the tears as you’d need, even if it’d push them past the point of exhaustion. As long as you were okay, as long as they could help you in anyway, it’d be well worth the physical toll it takes on their body. After all, they had hurt you. What does it matter what happens to them while they make sure it gets better for you?

Quinn: They’d be completely desolate. Their wolf wilted entirely inside of them. They’re the protector, they’re the defender, and they’ve failed you spectacularly. A sullen look on them doesn’t look good, but it’d be hard to make their attitude lighten up. Not when they’ve hurt their chosen mate, when they could have killed you. You’d be getting a lot of apology gifts, very short visits from their wolf, as it’d have to come to terms with things too, and just generally trying their best to make it up to you. They know it wasn’t them, that they’d never harm a single hair on your head if they were in their right mind, but that doesn’t negate the guilt that makes its home within their chest.

Caden: They’d be back to their flustered/fidgety mess. Would ensure that you had anything you could ever want and/or need. Nothing would be too great for them to procure for you. Not when they’ve done such a heinous act to themself. They probably wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye for a few days after the fact, not being willing to see the potential look you might have in your eyes, but they’d stay steadfastly by your side. Even if the room got s smidge colder every time they settled within it.

Sloane: They’d be a mess. It’s honestly one of their fears to lose control and hurt someone they care for. Knowing that it could happen to even you? Their potential mate? It’d put a huge roadblock between their reconciliation with their wolf… Not that their wolf would truly complain about it because it’d accept the punishment accordingly. You’d see them turn a lot more sullen, snapping at more people, never you, and generally having a darkened expression etched across their face. One that softens for you when they look in your direction, but you’d notice it’d immediately fall away once they turn from you.

Blake: They wouldn’t be able to believe it at first. Them, hurting you? Thats completely preposterous. They’d never do such a thing. But then vignettes of their actions, when they didn’t have control, would begin to flash through their mind, foggy like it’s a bad dream. Once Blake realizes what they did? They honestly wouldn’t know what to do with themself… Wouldn’t know how to make it better. How the hell could they hurt you? Regardless of the fact that they were being mind controlled. How could they truly call themself your best friend, your significant other, and do something like that to you? It’d make their heart hurt, pain echoing through their body, but they’d do their best to be there for you. To prove to you that you didn’t make a mistake in choosing them.

Reginald/Regina: They’d honestly be surprised. Not in a gloating sort of way that they were able to somehow hurt a vampire… They’d just honestly be gobsmacked. Would probably sum it up to you simply not wanting to hurt them in return… They’d apologize to you, ask you what you needed, and try to make your wishes a reality. Would want to make sure that you were during okay— telling you random stories to distract you, or varying puns/bad jokes to keep your mind off of things (which also helps them too). They wouldn’t act like nothing happened, but they also wouldn’t force you to talk about it either. They’d follow your lead on this.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: koda kingston #ro: sloane addams #ro: c aurelia #ro: quinn grant #ro: r presley #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks #angst

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(MODERN AU) In Your Care

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc x m!oc Genre: Angst/Smut/Drama // Words: 6.9k // [READ ON AO3]

Synopsis: Living in the same foster home, Nebbia and Sebastian are supposed to stay away from each other, but because they are both troubled teenagers with troubled pasts, they simply can't. But then the past comes back to haunt them, threatening to destroy everything.

WARNINGS: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content (oral, vaginal)! Psychological trauma! Sexual abuse/domestic violence! Forbidden foster siblings relations! Horny and damaged teenagers! (Original characters!)

Last warning and notes: This is set in modern times. There is no magic, just plain old life itself, in its worst form imaginable (there's also horny teenagers and love, but the darker themes might hit a lot of trigger points, so please be aware of that!). In this chapter there's an introduction to the setting and a very long smut scene. Enjoy with caution! (If you don't care about the plot, the smut is marked with 🔴!)

// - CHAPTER 2 →

Nebbia stirred in her sleep, inhaling sharply, her eyelids fluttering as another nightmare made her toss and turn. And she would, but something kept her from moving around too much: two arms wrapped tightly around her body.

About two months ago she would have stiffened and panicked, but tonight was not the first time she found herself in his embrace. Turning her head slightly, she opened her eyes and tried to see him in the dark. He had his face buried in the nape of her neck, breathing calmly and deeply, his body molded to the shape of hers, his groin pressed firmly against her rear, and she smiled when she felt exactly how happy he was to be this close to her.

At least he had peaceful dreams, finally. He certainly needed them.

To be fair, she did too, as did all the other people sleeping in the many rooms along the long hallway of the big house. They were all connected under one roof, sharing the same fate: being orphans, having been forgotten by the world, left behind, sent away, tossed around like a leaf in a storm.

Nebbia had been four when her Italian immigrant parents had died in a tragic factory accident in New York, and she had been handed around a lot after that, from foster home to foster home, all over the US, until she had been found by two very ambitious people who had made it their life goal to 'collect' orphans from all over the world.

She didn't know how they did it or why, but by coming to this house her life had changed to the better for sure. They all had their own rooms, bathroom and closet included, they had set mealtimes, and there was always food in the house. They even got a little money every month to buy things for themselves, or the opportunity to work odd jobs to earn some more.

There were, however, certain conditions and rules to follow, but she rather admired the strict pattern they had to live by. Which included a long list of chores, and each day they would check what they had to do today, and despite being a bunch of kids and teenagers and young adults, all of them stuck to the plan without hesitation.

All it took was a story told in hushed tones about how someone had been punished for disobedience, and the details would vary and get worse the longer it got handed around until it had become a common fear of all the residents to never break any rules to not end up like the poor soul who had done it before them. (Who might have never existed in the first place, but nobody knew for sure by now.)

Nebbia wasn't particularly afraid of those rules (or the consequences if broken), she actually liked the structure, it gave her a certain peace of mind.

And despite there being so many of them, at least a dozen orphans, it didn't feel like an orphanage, more like a family. Because they were paired into different groups, it didn't get too overwhelming during mealtimes or their shared free-time.

There were the kids, aged between seven and twelve, then the teenagers, where she found a place, being a few weeks away from turning seventeen, and the young adults, yet the oldest was only 21. They all had to look after each other, so the older inhabitants of the house took care of the younger ones.

Now where were the 'parents' you might wonder. Well, they provided shelter and food, sent the kids to school and college, gave them allowance, but most of them had only ever seen the people, who had taken them in, once. They were always somewhere, anywhere but the house. Traveling mostly, she suspected. To be honest, she didn't even care.

Her life was good the way it was now, and she never felt the need to talk to any authority figure anyway. It worked out, didn't it? Despite the curious circumstances, she lived a normal teenager's life, going to school, worrying about grades, coming home to do her chores, doing homework, helping others with theirs, doing her part.

Come night she found herself in her own room, yet she was seldom completely alone. Being the only girl in the upper age group, she had quickly adjusted to living door to door with three other boys, and again, it usually worked out. Looking back at the years before, she was really grateful it did work out, because that hadn't always been the case.

But she wouldn't look back, there was no reason to lament the past when her present was much more enjoyable. That was if the boys next to her room would play by the rules. They did have a curfew, but until then they were allowed anything... and anything ranged from yelling at computer screens, blasting their music till the walls shook, or doing whatever other noisy activity that would sometimes drive her insane.

There was Paul, the muscle man, another orphaned immigrant kid who was scooped up by their 'parents' some time ago, with his thick German accent, his short blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was the oldest of them, 21, and the provider of all things the others might be too young to get. He didn't talk much, but he might have been the noisiest of them all as he would indulge in lifting weights and doing other fitness related things she had absolutely no clue about, meaning he would usually grunt and groan loudly in his room, yet sometimes she suspected him to do something completely different.

He lived in the room right across from hers, so she didn't really care much about what he was doing as they didn't share a wall. On her left, however, lived Ryan, 19-year-old Canadian who lost his parents a few years ago when he was sixteen. He had joined the 'family' at the same time as her, two years ago, and they had a rather unique friendship because of that. He was tall, with short black hair and the darkest eyes she had ever seen, and most of the time he was hunched over like a shrimp in his chair and stared at his computer, playing games, watching porn and doing who knows what.

He didn't believe in the invention of headphones, so she would always hear what he was up to, and as he had no shame whatsoever (and luckily the younger kids' rooms were on the other side of the house, out of earshot), he would blast those moany films for all of them to hear, if he didn't damage their ears with his extensive collection of the loudest music she had ever heard. Despite it all, he was fun to be around, and she found herself talking to him for hours sometimes.

And then there was Sebastian, on the right of her room, the quiet British kid, seventeen years old, tall, with messy brown locks and warm brown eyes and a face full of freckles. He had come to them last, only about three months ago or so, and his story was a rather tragic one. When he was young, he had lived with his parents and his twin sister in a small house in the Scottish Highlands, secluded enough to make the accident that had occurred when they were only five all the more drastic.

During the night, a damaged cable had caught fire, and within minutes the entire house had burned down. He had been the only one making it out alive. After that he had lived with his uncle who hated him with a passion, mentally and physically abusing the boy whenever he saw fit, and when Sebastian was sixteen, misfortune struck again, and the apartment they were living in fell victim to another unfortunate fire that took the older man's life. Unfortunate accident indeed, or so they said. It was also rumored that it had been arson, and considering his life so far, it certainly felt like a late revenge on the man who had made his life hell until then.

Instead of being charged though, Sebastian had found himself ushered away by his new 'parents' and had moved into the room next to Nebbia's. She had been immediately drawn to him, probably because of his exotic English accent. She certainly could listen to him talk for hours, and she found herself doing exactly that as they got very close very quickly. And when he had opened up to her, she had felt even more connected to him knowing about his life so far, and soon they had broken one of the many rules the house they lived in came with:

No sexual relations between 'family' members.

Yet their hormones had been stronger, and so they found themselves sneaking into the other's room at night and indulging in their need to be even closer to each other. For about two months now, they were hiding their special relationship, only expressing it during the night when everyone else was sleeping. During the day and mostly during school they were just friends, orphans living in the same house together, and nobody suspected a thing.

And it had started rather innocently also. They both suffered from nightmares, and she had found it easier to sleep when he was pressed tightly against her body, and vice versa. And then they had 'slipped' and suddenly his cock had been in her pussy and oopsie daisy, gone were the rules. Of course they wouldn't parade it around and always tried to keep their noises to a minimum, but she knew for a fact that at least Ryan knew what they were doing when the headboard of her bed was quietly slamming against the wall they shared on countless occasions.

Luckily he never said anything, he sometimes even turned up the volume of the porn videos he was watching to mask their very real noises. Which in turn brought Paul to his room, who was very meticulous about the rules, and loud music or other noises after curfew were a total no-go for him. He was the oldest and very much enjoyed living up to the expectation of caring for all the younger ones. Ryan included.

And how he cared for him.

Nebbia remembered a particular morning when Ryan had struggled to sit down at the kitchen island for breakfast. “What's wrong with you?” she asked, looking genuinely concerned when he would wince and take deep pained breaths.

But he would just smirk at her and raise his eyebrows. “Don't worry about me, I finally got some too,” he told her with a wink, and she frowned. “Guess who I made break his precious rules,” he added and nodded towards the bulky form that was Paul on the other side of the kitchen.

Her eyebrows shot up even more. “No way!” she breathed, her cheeks bright red.

“Oh, way!” he confirmed and remained leaning against the counter as he shoveled a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

“Did you... like it?” she asked curiously. They never shied away from sharing these questions, there was something about Ryan that made it very easy to talk about those somewhat 'forbidden' things.

He groaned quietly and chuckled darkly. “Well, not at first. I mean, imagine something very girthy and long and hot being shoved into something very tight and small...”

She cringed at his words, not having to imagine anything, yet she tried her best not to show how badly her hands were shaking when she patted his arm consolingly. “Fuck, Ryan, that's... awful, I'm sorry...”

He only laughed, unaware of her discomfort and the truth behind her reaction. “Nah, it got better the more he moved, you know, the more, uh, friction there was. And then something tight and small became stretched and wide very soon.” She cleared her throat and shook her head at the images he planted in her head, focusing on his surprisingly happy face instead. “Incredible how... resilient and, well, accommodating some things are, eh?” he added and winked at her.

“I can't believe you made him break the rules!” she whispered with a side-glance at the blond behind them. “You think he'll do it again?”

Ryan smirked. “Oh I hope so, he seemed to have enjoyed himself too. Guess you're no longer the only ones doing it like rabbits!”

Her eyes widened, and she hit him in the chest, more or less playfully. “Ryan!” she hissed.

“Ah, come on! Hey, by the way, maybe you should try that too, I bet Sebby boy will be up for it!”

She hit him again and gave him another dark glare, forcing the memories down that reared their ugly heads in the back of her mind, but blushed all the same. Another wink and meaningful gaze later, she left him standing by the counter and went back to the table, sitting down next to Sebastian who had watched them with a dark shadow on his face.

“You two are awfully close,” he remarked quietly. Nebbia nudged his leg under the table.

“We're just friends, I told you,” she whispered and focused on pouring milk over her cereal.

He hummed in disbelief beside her, and she rolled her eyes before she leaned a little closer, her lips almost brushing against his ear. “He got railed by Paul last night,” she straight up told him and forced him into a coughing fit before he leaned away and stared at her with his ears burning red beneath his hair. She only chuckled and started eating her breakfast.

Later that night she fell asleep to the unmistakable sounds of a bed slamming against the wall next door and deep guttural grunts echoing through the silence of the night.

🔴When she woke up, she found herself in Sebastian's arms again. Inhaling deeply as she stirred, she snuggled against him, her hands rubbing along his arms. The house was quiet now. Time for them to change that.

Luckily for her, he had opted to slip into her bed already naked, joining her in her aversion to wear clothes at night, especially during those humid Midwestern summers. Her rear pressed against his groin provokingly until he moved as well and issued a deep groan. “What are you doing?” he mumbled into her hair, his voice low and husky, and she shuddered just hearing it as it vibrated through her entire body.

“Asking you to love me,” she whispered, continuing to buck against him.

“'m lovin' you,” he growled incoherently and pressed his lips to her skin, not moving any other limb or muscle.

Sighing deeply, she wiggled out of his tight embrace until she could roll around, somehow managing to push him onto his back before she climbed on top of him, her breasts squished between their bodies as she leaned on her elbows and cupped his face. “Love me with your dick in my pussy,” she told him and started grinding her pelvis against his groin.

“Language, darling,” he mumbled, finally opening his eyes to look at her, a tiny smirk playing around the corner of his mouth. She blushed, but not because of how crude and needy she sounded but because she loved it when he would call her darling, or love, or kitten, anything really, the accent made any pet name sound ten times better.

“Forgive me, kind sir,” she played along with a smirk of her own and the probably most offensive attempt at a posh English accent ever. “I am but a humble lady in dire need of some assistance. Would you be willing to help me?”

He barked a tired laugh. “Only if you drop whateveract that was and talk dirty to me again,” he muttered, his warm eyes wandering over her face.

She leaned in with a wide smile and claimed his mouth for a heated kiss. “Fuck me, Sebastian,” she mumbled against his lips, her breaths already quickened. “Fuck me until I cannot walk straight anymore.”

His eyebrows shot up as she looked at him to catch her breath. “You put an awful lot of pressure on me, you know that? I had a long and hard day,” he sighed.

“And you have a long and hard dick,” she replied with a wink, grinding her hips firmer against his erection. “But alright, you provide the hardware, I'll take care of the rest, okay?”

He chuckled. “Deal,” he said quietly and moved one hand up to grab the back of her head and pull her face closer to his again before capturing her lips for another passionate kiss. “Use me how you see fit then...”

“That's what I wanted to hear,” she mewled against him and gave him one more peck before she slowly slid down his body until she was settled right between his legs, pushing the covers away as she did so. Her hands rested on his hips as she took an appreciative look at what was in front of her.

His cock lay tall and proud on his lower stomach, deliciously erect, thick veins protruding, and his tip was already glistening in precum. Taking a deep breath, she leaned down and showered his heated flesh with gentle kisses, causing him to hum deeply as he relaxed under her ministrations. She continued the journey of her lips up and down his shaft, eventually letting her tongue join in as well as she took long broad strokes along it, relishing in the subtle twitches she coaxed out of him.

Her eyes wandered up to him while she closed one hand around his base and the other around his balls to give him a few soft squeezes as she lifted him up carefully. He watched her out of hooded eyes, chewing on his lips as he crossed his arms behind his head, giving her free rein over his needy member. Although she was probably a lot needier at the moment. Without breaking eye contact, she lowered her head towards the tip of his cock and let her tongue swirl around it, licking and teasing his slit, waiting for those drops to leak.

Humming softly against him, she then closed her lips around his crown and sucked hard, causing a deep moan to erupt from the back of his throat, before she took him in deeper, his lengthy girth hot and heavy on her tongue. For a long moment she was just suckling on him comfortably, adjusting to the sensation of feeling and tasting and smelling him so close. Despite the lewd nature of the action, she always felt almost relaxed when she had his dick in her mouth, relaxed and safe and without any care in the world as her mind went completely blank.

She could have stayed like this for hours, probably, yet it was always him, despite his initial reluctance, who turned the simple act of cockwarming into something more sexual. This time he inhaled sharply and bucked his hips against her, pushing his length even deeper into her mouth. She let out a soft whimper and looked up at him, meeting his heated gaze. He licked his lips and watched her.

“What happened to fuck me until I cannot walk straight anymore?” he asked, his voice raspy.

She blinked slowly, then moved back and released his cock with a wet pop. “My, how impatient we are tonight,” she teased and licked up some strands of saliva from her lips. “I thought you were too tired to do anything?”

“I'm never too tired to fuck your brains out, love,” he replied with a smirk and leaned up on his elbows.

She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. “Make up your mind, lover boy,” she whispered, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she felt the heat of his words gathering inside her stomach and way lower. “Can I use you or do you wanna fuck me?”

“Put your lips around my cock and find out,” he told her and reached one hand down to grab her hair.

Her eyes bored into his almost defiantly, yet she complied and wrapped her lips once more around his girth, eagerly pulling him in deeper as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked. He groaned at the motion and gripped her hair tighter before he forced her head down further. Another whimper escaped her, and she had to close her eyes as he hit the back of her throat. Her fingers dug into his hips as she steadied herself, before she started (under his guidance) to bob her head up and down on him, her lips straining around his cock as it moved in and out of her mouth, scraping over her tongue, teasing against her tonsils.

Each downward motion made her flinch when he pushed further and further into her throat. Forcing herself not to gag, she ignored the tears collecting under her lashes and kept moving, the urge to feel him and satisfy him stronger than even the urge to breathe at some point. His grip was firm, yet never too forceful, he knew exactly which buttons to push to keep her moving on her own.

If she would have had the brain capacity to think back to the beginning of their relationship, she would have wondered how fast she had turned from absolutely despising and downright dreading physical contact to being completely in awe about it, at least when it came to touching and getting touched by Sebastian. He had turned her trauma into nothing but lust and desire for him, from one extreme to the next, she was well aware of that, but she honestly couldn't care less.

She needed him, everything of him, be it his arms holding her tightly, his lips giving her gentle kisses, or his cock pushed deep down her throat or better yet buried within her pussy as if he was an extension of her own body. It was a strange kind of obsession, and the only normal thing about it was the fact that he needed her in the exact same way. They complemented one another, physically and mentally, and she couldn't be more grateful about it.

Having him face fuck her might have been somewhat degrading in the eyes of others, but firstly: nobody would ever see them like this, and secondly: she loved it, because she knew he would also bury his own face in her wet folds in just the same manner without her even asking for it. They lived for each other, and there was nothing stopping them, no rules, no other family members, nobody.

Or so she naively thought...

Lightheaded and drunk on the taste and smell of him, she kept bobbing her head, taking his cock as deep as possible until she was able to force his tip into her tight throat and hold him there. Feeling the tremors of his body and hearing his deep groans only heightened the heat burning between her legs as she moaned around him, before she leaned back and took a much needed breath, precum and saliva dripping from her lips.

Once her lungs stopped aching, she dove back in and repeated the motion, taking him deep into her throat until she was able to swallow around him, squeezing his tip enough to coax more groans and grunts out of him, while his fingers dug into her hair almost painfully.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed under his breath and jerked his hips against her face erratically, causing her to whimper and even gag around him until she had to lean back and cough and swallow the spit gathering on her tongue.

She never waited long to continue her ministrations, yet when she felt him twitching inside her mouth, she quickly grabbed his base and leaned away, breathlessly staring at him, before she scrambled to her knees and straddled him urgently as she guided his leaking cock towards her wet folds.

Without any hesitation or further preparation, because she was already wet enough just from sucking him off, she lowered her body and pressed his hard length into her tight pussy, a strangled moan escaping her as she felt him slipping into her warmth until he was balls deep inside of her.

He groaned as well, his hands finding her waist as he held onto her, his face flushed, and she knew he was ready to spill his seed into her wet depths, and while some might consider that the end of love-making, it was only the beginning for her. After a short period of adjusting to his size, with more and more shudders rushing through her body, she started riding his cock with reckless abandon, moaning and whimpering on top of him, as her walls clenched around him, assisting in pushing him further over the edge.

His fingers dug into her skin as his face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and when he came, he grunted loudly, pushing his hips upwards into her while she could feel the thick ropes of cum filling her up with every frantic twitch of his cock. She arched her head back, her hands resting on his chest as she started grinding her hips against him, relishing in the feeling of his warmth. When she eventually leaned up on her knees and continued riding him slowly, he had already collapsed onto the bed, his eyes closed, his lips parted, his breath shallow.

But she wasn't done yet, and she would keep bouncing on him until he got hard all over again, if he wanted to or not. With her body undulating rhythmically against him, her hair falling over her shoulders and her small breasts jiggling with every strain of her thighs as she moved up and down steadily, she felt herself getting closer to her own release as her walls clenched more and more around him. Breathing heavier from the exertion, her legs burning from the constant strain, she arched her head back and stared at the ceiling, her fingers gliding up and down his chest with every motion of her hips.

Suddenly his hands were on her wrists, his long fingers moving up her arms until he palmed at her breasts. Looking down at him out of hooded eyes, she smiled tiredly, while he eyed her intently, watching her every move as he rubbed his hands over her hard nipples. More moans slipped from her trembling lips, the tension within her stomach building, the tight coil ready to burst any second.

With a groan she started moving faster on top of him, her hands holding onto his shoulders as she leaned slightly forward to get better leverage, her hips really slamming against his now, the slapping of skin against skin mixing with the creaking of the bed. She was so close, she could feel it, her muscles contracting almost painfully, but her legs hurt and every move seemed to exhaust her even more.

Whining quietly, she pressed her lips together and kept going, really pushing herself to finally reach the desired heights. And then she felt his arms snaking around her torso before he pulled her against him with a smack that coaxed a surprised shriek out of her. Embracing her tightly, he pressed her to his chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck, as he finally started moving with her, his hips snapping upwards at the same rapid pace she had provided.

Her moans were muffled and luckily so because they were far louder now as he drove his length deeper and deeper into her, hitting all the right spots, over and over again, until she finally succumbed to the sensations. Crying out louder than she probably should have, given their circumstances, she felt her entire body shuddering, her pussy fluttering around his cock as he kept pounding into her through her orgasm. Stars danced behind her tightly shut eyelids, and she felt her head spinning as she clung onto him, letting him take the reins to finish her off.

Her release gushed around him and her body spasmed under the tremors as he held her through it all, his breath as heavy as hers as he panted into her ear. Slowly he ceased his movements before he pushed her down on him hard, burying his cock deep within her wet warmth, their combined juices seeping past their connection mercilessly. She lay on top of him, her heart thundering against his own, her limbs boneless and twitching uncontrollably.

Their sweat slick bodies molded together as they both came down from their highs eventually. Barely able to move, she shifted only slightly and turned her head to him, her nose nuzzling against his neck. For a long moment she just lay there, breathing against his skin as his arms held her tightly, keeping her warm and safe and close to him.

Her breaths eased slowly, and despite her fucked-out state, she felt the urge to continue as she pressed her lips to his neck and gingerly licked along his pulse, feeling his heartbeat thrum against her tongue. He moaned softly beneath her, tightening his hold on her before he moved his big hands over her back until his eager fingers grabbed her ass and kneaded it firmly. She hummed against his skin, kissing and sucking and licking it eagerly, while he groped her soft flesh and pulled the cheeks apart to tease a fingertip into her tight hole.

She squirmed then and gasped, her lips frozen in place in the middle of working a hickey into his neck. Her heart beat faster as something forced itself through her clouded mind, all the way from the darkness of the furthest corner where she kept those things she never wanted to think about again.

He felt her reaction and quickly withdrew his finger, moving his hands up to rub soothing circles over her back. “I'm sorry,” he whispered quietly. She swallowed hard and took a shuddering breath as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

“It's... alright...” she mumbled, still fighting the emotions breaking through the walls she had built around them.

“No, I... I forgot, I won't do it again,” he muttered, his low voice vibrating through her head, doing its part to help her push the memories back.

They had shared their life stories early on in their relationship, and while she knew that Sebastian had indeed deliberately burned his apartment down and killed his uncle to be free of him, he also knew about the circumstances that had brought her into this house full of orphans. It had been one of her lowest points to share it with him, but he had listened and consoled her admirably, and afterwards she had felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest.

But despite having shared her trauma, it was still too easy to trigger her with the most random things (even though a finger in her butt was certainly a rather obvious trigger). She was determined, though, to hold onto her mantra of not looking back and focus on the present, especially if said present was holding her in his warm embrace, trying to squeeze all the darkness out of her.

She inhaled deeply and turned her head, her eyes wandering over his profile. He met her gaze when she leaned up on one elbow, a silent understanding surging through the air between them, before she pushed it all back again and pressed her lips to his, concentrating on the sensations he was giving her right now instead of past occurrences that couldn't hurt her anymore.

He kissed her back quickly, urgently, his hand grabbing the back of her head to pull her closer as he slipped his tongue between her trembling lips and met hers in a heated dance. Breathless and lightheaded, she hummed and whimpered against his mouth, even grinding her hips against him once more, feeling his cock twitching inside her as it came back to life.

A deep grunt echoed in her ears as he wrapped his arms around her waist and swiftly rolled them around until he had her pinned to the bed, his body pushing her deep into the soft mattress. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment they just stared at each other, their hot breaths mingling, making her even more dizzy. Before she knew it, he grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist, then started moving his hips against her, plunging deep into her wet depths, his dark eyes boring into hers.

He had the darkest, most sinister expression when he was focused that always sent chills down her spine. That look also meant that he was hellbent on bringing her to the edge of pleasure in record time, only to hold her there for as long as possible. And while he leaned up on his arms and knees to get better leverage, she clung to him helplessly, her body melting under his powerful thrusts as he held her waist with an iron grip.

Moaning and whimpering, her voice strained, her heavy breathing broken up every time he would hit the deepest spot in her clenching pussy, she succumbed to the blissful void quickly, her mind running empty as her body spasmed beneath him, her juices flowing freely, creating a cacophony of wet squelching sounds and skin slapping against skin mixed with the rhythmic yet slightly erratic slamming of the headboard against the wall.

His own grunts were muffled when he leaned down to capture her mouth for a searing kiss but his rapid movements barely gave them the chance to kiss properly as he pushed her body up and down the bed, keeping them in a constant state of motion, two bodies colliding with fervor but still working in unison to bring them both higher and higher, and while she kept coming forcefully around him, he eventually groaned deeply as his tight balls slapped against her ass.

She cried out and thrashed her head back, lifting her hips off the bed as the most powerful wave yet crashed over her while he gave her that final deep thrust to bury his throbbing length all the way inside her until he emptied himself right into her contracting womb, spilling his seed warm and comforting in her depths.

Her thighs twitched uncontrollably, her toes curled up, and for a moment she was bent in the most pleasurable position, arched off the bed, held by Sebastian's strong arms as her feet dug into his lower back, deeply connected as their orgasms joined forces and shuddered through them powerfully. And then she collapsed back onto the bed with a deep exhale, her limbs twitching but boneless, her heart thundering in her chest, her mind blissfully empty while her pussy overflowed with his warm cum.

He sighed contently as he lowered himself carefully on top of her, not wanting to squish her too much, but he knew she loved feeling his weight on her, like a comfort blanket pressing all her worries out of her tiny body. Her walls still clenched around him, holding his cock in their tight embrace, savoring the warm sensation spreading within her.

For the longest moment she just lay there, smothered by his larger frame, her legs too tired to hold onto him anymore as they fell to his sides, twitching. Her hands ran over the sheets mindlessly as she slowly regained some semblance of control over her body. With a soft moan she raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck before she pressed her lips to his jaw, gingerly moving them up until she claimed his mouth for a lazy kiss.

He breathed loudly against her, kissing her back with his eyes closed, his tongue barely meeting the vigor of her own. She leaned away slowly to watch his deeply relaxed face, his cheeks blushed, and even in the dimly lit room she could have counted all of his freckles when he rested his forehead against hers and watched her out of hooded eyes.

“Thank you for loving me,” she whispered, gently cupping his face with slightly shaking hands. “With your dick in my pussy and otherwise,” she added and saw him smirking before he leaned in to kiss her softly.

“Anytime, kitten,” he muttered, and it was his low voice and the pet name and the way he pronounced it that made her moan into his mouth. He chuckled and nuzzled his nose against hers playfully. “Thank you for letting me love you, I know it might not have been easy for you...”

“It was very easy to fall in love with you, Sebastian,” she said quietly and ran her fingers through his hair. “You made it very, very easy...”

“I'm glad,” he replied and smiled at her warmly.🔴

She watched him intently, slowly calming down as she felt his warmth and strength and comforting presence, and she could have stayed like this forever, but reality came with a sudden knock on her door, and she flinched badly, almost knocking him out by smacking her forehead against his.

He leaned back with a sigh and rolled off her, breaking their connection too swiftly for her liking. It wasn't the first time they were interrupted, and he quickly made his way off the bed and into the ensuite bathroom while she scrambled into a sitting position, trying to ignore the shaking of her legs and his seed dripping past her folds. Grabbing a blanket from a nearby chair, she wrapped herself in it and slowly made her way to the door.

Another rapid knock made her flinch. “What?” she called before carefully opening it and peeking into the hallway beyond.

On the other side stood Ryan, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, his head tilted. “Sorry to disturb the little fuck fest you had going on,” he said with a grin, his voice low enough to not carry through the hall, but she shushed him all the same while blushing badly. “Just wanted to give you a heads-up. They're here,” he added, his gaze turning more serious when he said those last words that made her freeze on the spot.

Panic rushed through her limbs. “Fuck,” she grimaced and looked past him down the corridor. “Where –”

“Still downstairs, putting up the new month's chores I bet,” he told her. “Don't worry, they probably didn't hear you, even though I did. Holy hell, Nae, you really have to learn to keep it down... I could barely keep up.”

She stared at him with wide eyes, her blush spreading all over her body as she pulled the blanket tighter around herself. Suddenly Sebastian was behind her, completely dressed with only his messier-than-usual hair an indication of what they had just done.

“Stop jerking off to my girlfriend, you bloody bastard,” he grumbled as he stared at the older boy.

Ryan gave him a toothy grin. “Who said I was jerking off to her?” The wink he gave Sebastian made the latter step back with a frown, his cheeks bright red as well. Nebbia cleared her throat and grabbed the front of his shirt, urging him to look at her.

“They're here,” she whispered pressingly, and Sebastian nodded and pushed past her onto the hallway, trying to avoid getting anywhere near Ryan.

“See you later,” he said quietly, squeezing her hand before he left her and headed to his own room.

Nebbia looked back to Ryan and rolled her eyes before giving him a playful shove. “Thanks for the warning, now if you'll excuse me, I have to scrape the memory of you hitting on my boyfriend out of my brain...”

He laughed at that and winked at her, then turned around and walked towards the stairs leading down while she closed the door and prepared to meet their 'parents' and hopefully not get scolded for breaking their precious rules.

When she came down the stairs into the crowded kitchen, dressed and clean and as innocent as she could appear, she suddenly found herself staring at a sight she hadn't expected. Not only did she see the people who took her in two years ago, laughing and talking to their younger foster children, looking like the loving parents they pretended to be, but next to them stood a tall young man whose gaze was immediately trained on her, cold gray eyes boring right into her damaged soul, ripping open any seams and tearing down any walls she had built up after she had last seen them.

He was here.

Her heart stopped, her breath became erratic, cold sweat broke from her skin as she stood there and stared at him. It was the hint of a malicious grin moving the corner of his mouth that made her take a step back, then another, until she turned around with her heart thundering inside her chest and ran out of the kitchen, out of the house, onto the large driveway and away from him as fast as she possibly could, barely noticing anything around her as panic flooded her mind and hot tears spilled from her lashes.

She didn't even register the footsteps following her.

// - CHAPTER 2 →

End notes: The next chapter will focus on Nebbia's trauma and there will be no Sebastian. If you like a bit of noncon smut, this might still be something for you!

This is also a dumping ground for my darkest and most depraved ideas, things I can't usually put into my (happy) smutty oneshots, but as a new year's resolution I told myself to delve into other themes as well, especially angst which I always enjoyed writing, so it'll get a lot darker on here, but also fluffier as that's another goal I have. Though there might be no fluff in this particular story!

Now, thank you for reading and I hope I have caught your interest with this first chapter and you might enjoy reading more! Let me know!

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#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy smut #alternate universe #modern au #mysmut #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x mc #nebbia deluca #original characters #smut #angst #drama #trauma #hurt/comfort #thirsty thursday

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moreespressoformydepresso · 3 months

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More TBOSAS fix-it food!! Instead of bombing the arena, the rebels bomb the capitol zoo while the tour is happening. Because throwing kids in a zoo enclosure is kind of fucked up actually, and it’s just as much a symbol of the capitol’s rampant dehumanization of the districts as the arena where the yearly underage death match takes place. Thanks to this, the kids obviously can’t be placed back in the zoo because, you know, it was destroyed. So what now? Well…

As I’ve stated in previous posts, I’m convinced the mentor program was an attempt at stopping the games in the long run that backfired horribly. Seeing that not enough progress is being made, dean Highbottom decides that the tributes should stay with their mentors. Peacekeepers will be around to make sure no funny business occurs, of course, but despite the outrage of some mentors (cough Livia cough) and all the mentors’ families the plan goes through. As much as I think the tributes dying was necessary to truly drive home the horror of the games for the mentors, it clearly didn’t work and the kids deserve to live so this is the next best thing.

At first, the tributes don’t have a good time, because the families they’re forced to stay with treat them like animals. Worse, actually, because most people don’t go out of their way to make things as unpleasant as possible for animals. However, it doesn’t take long for at least parts of the families to warm up to the tributes. Who stay jumpy and mistrustful and scared out of their damn minds because one wrong move means death, but hey they’ll live. The peacekeepers got a free hand to dish out whatever punishment they wanted so long as the family the kid’s staying with approves, which turns out to be in Highbottom’s plan’s favor because now capitol citizens get to see firsthand just how cruel and inhumane capitol punishment is in the districts. These families have private doctors too, so while at first the veterinarian responsible for the tributes is working overtime her work slowly diminishes. The mentors’ families are so influential that the initial denial of medical care is quickly retracted.

By the time the games are supposed to happen, the president has grown such a soft spot for Dill that he makes up an excuse to postpone them, and when the new date rolls around the tributes have spent enough time with people even outside of their mentor’s family that they’ve endeared themselves to all the important people in the capitol. The games weren’t popular anyways, so the president doesn’t feel a risk to his career when he cancels them.

I may post little tidbits of plot ideas I have floating in my head for this AU, but for now imagine Felix sitting in one of the massive living rooms in the presidential mansion, showing Dill some cool capitol stuff as she looks on with doe-eyes full of curiosity, while the president loses his mind in the background as he suffers a severe moral crisis.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #10th hunger games #the hunger games #tbosas #hunger games #fix it au #felix ravinstill #dill #dill tbosas #casca highbottom #dean highbottom

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apollo-gate · 2 months

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These RO asks are putting my brain right into the gutter lol. So here, nsfw. Relationship stage

So, ROs are quite busy, going on their usual work, maybe subduing bad guys or messing with the good guys, perhaps having an exhausting meeting or dealing with a bunch of irritating people/hanger-ons when their phone suddenly vibrates/rings.

MC sent them a message.

"What time are you coming home?"

With an attachment.

A ✨risque✨ picture of MC on the bed, with wet hair and a small towel enough to show off their toned skin.

RO reactions?

MY lord just imagine haveing a serius meeting than getting that kind of picture. AND THE MC IS HOT LIKE ANYONE WOULD BE LIKE DAMN....

Alice: You're asking for like pentup gym guy energy. Like she's ready to just punch and slap anybody in her way like seriously hope you don't get in her way. Alice will be ready to drop her clothes as soon as she sees the front door.

Helena: She be doing dance practice and honestly wouldn't be able to focus she would definitely go take a few pictures and send them and be like wait till i get home use these till I'm there in person

Lisa: she.... she gasp so loud that it would draw attention and would be red face and throw her phone into the wall or out the window then would have the panic over shit I just threw my phone.

Becca: this woman you just gave the cat her creme. you messed up. Becca would say that the punishment will be worse when she got home and the MC isn't ready. And yes Becca is getting the blindfold.

Daniella: She would go and get off to it anywhere she can because she already knows she gonna get it. Shes a lawyer so shell have the time.

Vanessa: Vanessa might shoot out an ice shard just a tiny one. the phone would be destroyed then the frustration of I only had 2 seconds of happiness. (Not like she keep a damn photos in her office)

Azalea: She would just stare. The girl would in the middle of the Embissy and just study Mcs body-like artwork. and have a little bit of drool too just lost in the body.

Kent: Man would be in the middle of an interrogation and break some poor dude's bones simply because he wants the Mc like ima be there soon.

Naamah: On one hand she is impressed. Why are you ending pictures where someone else can see them. She's gonna be taking you into the dark room. and at the same time going to erase the picture from existence. No one can ever see Mc but her.

Blaze: Would do two things run to you immediately to see if the Mc is in fact dressed like that then would message be there in 2 seconds. After all, ever he's doing isn't that important.

Zero would be doing some R&D project and just be like wow. He had to leave because he just ended up putting your name in the code or somehow making a really big mistake like the time he had the Ai say I love you over and over.

RF RO: She is pissed.. like blood and a few other things. but not you no. no harm will come to you. but she is rough. like really rough later that night.

Rune: Aish you're asking for a whip and a few other things. She sends some very dirty naughty texts and it's not at all like Rune would be turned on before she gets to you.

Rene: She be like extra quiet and the only one who would notice is Rune. Rene is a big pillow princess, so she would overthink what to say and even think if that is ok to send. But overall she gets home as fast as she can. Just expect a hard crushing kiss and a tall girl being very neddy.

Jade: She probably screws up a spell she is practicing. Might make a moan sound who knows. But all her acolytes will know someone has her attention.

Psyche would be bouncing off the walls staring at the clock like a child ready to get out of school. She might forget she has a truck and run or get stuck on the subway in her rush. Not her fault you sent her something unexpected.

Atargatis. would start her siren song and not realize it and the MC would be in a state of bliss till she walks in. Yeah, she got you back and you get a state of bliss and pleasure.

Atlas: she is teleporting like a jumping frog to buildings and crash into the bedroom and just do the best sexy pose of I'm here.

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raised-u-fr0m-perdition · 3 months

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we could be more | dean winchester | 2

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

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NOW PLAYING: TEARS OF A CLOWN - IRON MAIDEN

I walked up to Sam and Dean, smiling sadly. “I’m sorry ‘bout your dad. I’ve got my clothes in here, so I’ll change quickly.”

“Alright.” Dean opened the door to my car, giving me a wink. “Sam and I’ll block the windows.” I climbed into it, putting on a black dress and heels before getting out.

Dean whistled. “Lookin’ pretty, Beanie.”

“Beanie?” I raised an eyebrow, and so did Sam.

“She wears a beanie. Beanies are adorable and so is she. So I’m callin’ her Beanie.”

“I can’t win.” I groaned. “Let’s just go, you don’t want to be late.”

“Yeah, we don’t.” Sam scowled at Dean as we got back into the car, Dean punished by sitting in the backseat while I rode shotgun.

“I can’t help but feel like this is my fault. Like I’m some bad omen.” I frowned, but was waved off by Sam.

“No, no. If anything, you helped.”

“You saved my life, Beanie, I owe you a lot for that.” Dean piped up.

“Will you stop calling me Beanie?” I asked, hopeful.

“No chance.”

“Worth a shot.” We spent the rest of the road in silence until we pulled up at a location with everyone dressed in black, and there was a funeral pyre. This was John Winchester’s funeral. I, at first, insisted on not going, but Sam and Dean insisted that I’d come along. I stood in silence, thanking the stars that the second funeral I’d been to had been without my empathic abilities. I couldn’t feel anything, and it was bliss.

“Before he.. before, did he say anything to you? About anything?” Sam asked Dean, who looked down.

“No.. no. Nothing.” He replied monotonously, and I looked between the two before enjoying the absence of overwhelming emotions.

Sam nudged me, taking me out of my thoughts. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just in thought.” I replied quietly, watching the pyre burn.

“I-I can’t take much more of this.” Dean groaned, walking off. We followed him to the Impala, where he handed me my clothes, so I went to the nearest bathroom and changed, coming back out while fixing my scarf.

“Alright, what now?” I asked, fixing my hair.

“Home?” Dean shrugged. “Though I need to get my Impala.”

“Let’s take my car, then, and spend a bit at my place before we get your car.” I offered. “Then we can tow the Impala out to my house. I’ve got quite a few tools there you can use.”

“Sounds like a privilege, Beanie.” Dean grinned to Sam, going shotgun. “See? I knew we should’ve kept her with us.”

“Thanks, Ivonne.” Sam whispered in my ear, and I patted his shoulder.

“Please.” I scoffed. “You two are helping me live. Lunch is an understatement.” I opened my car door, getting in. “There’s a good cafe where I can get us lunch. Wanna make a pit stop there?”

“That would be good, yeah.” Sam nodded. I put my foot down on the pedal, playing music while I drove.

“Got some water?” Dean asked, so I gave him a fresh bottle from the side pocket. He sipped it intently. “I love a girl who can drive-“

”Drink your water.” I laughed, turning the wheel while Sam snickered in the back.

“Tell him, Ivonne.” He grinned. “He needs it.”

“Sammy, be nice.” Dean chastised playfully, then turned to me. “When did you start hunting?”

”As soon as I developed magic abilities, which was at 19.” I replied. “Roommate of mine had a vengeful spirit after them. Conveniently, they showed up so I could destroy it.”

“Sounds like a ride.” Sam commented.

“You have no idea.” I laughed. I pulled up at a cafe, parking quickly. I checked myself in the mirror quickly, arranging my hair to look, well, better.

“Who’re you preening for?” Dean scoffed, re-popping his collar and sorting out his hair.

“Who’re you preening for?” I retorted.

“I asked first. Is there a guy in there?”

“Hot barista.” I grinned, taking out a lip gloss and applying it. “He went to my high school.” I opened the car door, getting out and both of them following suit.

“So you’re taken?” Dean joked.

“Dean.” Sam groaned.

“It’s a serious question!”

“Hopefully I will be.” I teased. “Maybe then you’ll get off my back.”

“Kind of hard to do, sweetheart.” Dean winked, giving me the fifth once-over of the day. We went into the cafe, and the barista at the counter smirked once he saw me. His name was Alex, and he had messy brown hair with startling blue eyes, and he was visibly well-built. I walked over to the counter, and he chuckled.

“Ivonne… Hazel… Rainer.” He laughed. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen you.”

“Alex Wilde.” I smiled. “I could say the same for you.”

I heard some movement behind me, and Alex’s eyes flickered to Dean and Sam. “Who’re these two? Bodyguards?”

He hit the nail on the head. I giggled, shaking my head. “I wish I was famous enough for bodyguards. This is Sam and Dean.”

“Nice to meet you.” Sam shook Alex’s hand. “I’m Sam.”

“And I’m Dean.” Dean also shook Alex’s hand, a small smirk on his face.

“Alex.” Alex grinned, then turned to me. “Your usual?”

“You know it.” I smiled.

“And you guys?”

“I’ll take a latte.” Sam spoke up.

“I’ll have what the lady’s having.” Dean nodded to me, flashing his signature smirk again.

“Alright, I’ll get that to y’all.” Alex nodded, and we sat down. Dean raised an eyebrow, scoffing as he nodded towards Alex.

“Him? Really?”

“Yes, him.” I shot back.

“He seems nice.” Sam contradicted.

“Exactly!”

“Seems like a wimp.” Dean rolled his eyes.

“Dean, be nice.” Sam chastised.

“I’m saying that Beanie can do better than a barista.”

“A hot barista.” I retorted.

“You can’t argue with that logic.” Sam whistled.

Dean just shook his head.

I opened the door to my house, letting the boys in and taking off my shoes.

“Sweet joint.” Dean praised while Sam picked up salt from the edge of the room.

“This is where you got your powers taken from you, right?” He deduced, and I nodded, then turned to Dean, who was about to head to the kitchen. I snapped my fingers.

“Hey, ay, ay!” I called, getting his attention. “Shoes off past that point.”

“Really?” He groaned, turning to me.

“Shoes. Off.” I glared at him for a moment, then he conceded, taking his shoes off. Sam did too for good measure, both of them lining it up neatly. I took a piece of paper, writing on it then sticking it above the doorway.

SHOES OFF PAST THIS POINT IF YOU WANNA LIVE :)

- Ivy

”Really, Beanie?” Dean grimaced. “It’s that necessary?”

“My house, my rules.”

“My shoes, my rules.”

“My house is bigger and more expensive.” I mimicked a mic drop, “I’ve got two spare bedrooms so you boys don’t have to suffer sharing the same bed. Settle down, and after a week we’ll go to the impound.”

“Who put you in charge?” Dean argued.

“Common sense did.” I replied smoothly as I walked into the kitchen.

”I gotta say,” Sam quipped, “I agree with common sense.” Dean narrowed his eyes.

“Which side are you on?!”

We were forward a week, and we’d reached the impound where Dean’s car was stationed. It looked, well, better than before, and Sam was awkwardly standing over him. I think that the prospect of John’s death really hit Dean like a bullet train, because he got grumpier and grumpier as the week went. I guess the momentary laughs were just denial.

“How's the car coming along?” Sam asked, looking down on Dean’s legs, which were the only thing you could see with his torso under the car.

“Slow.” Dean replied coldly. Ouch.

”Yeah? Need any help?”

“What?” He laughed. “You, under a hood? I’ll pass.”

“Need anything else, then?”

“Stop it, Sam.” Dean pushed himself out from under the car, looking agitated. Something seemed to pull a nerve there.

”Stop what?” Sam asked, looking confused.

“Stop asking if I need anything, stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I promise.”

“All right, Dean, it's just... We've been at Ivonne’s for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once.”

”You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, and maybe even slow dance.” Dean scoffed. I frowned, folding my arms.

“Don't patronise me, Dean, Dad is dead. The Colt is gone, and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this, and you're acting like nothing happened.” Sam pleaded.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Say something, all right? Hell, say anything! Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day long buried underneath this damn car.”

“Revenge, huh?” Dean nodded sceptically, jaw ticking.

“Yeah.”

“Sounds good. You got any leads on where the demon is? Making heads or tails of any of Dad's research? Because I sure ain't. But you know, if we do finally find it - oh. No, wait, like you said. The Colt's gone. But I'm sure you've figured out another way to kill it. We've got nothing, Sam. Nothing, okay? So you know the only thing I can do? Is I can work on the car-“

“Just shut the hell up!” I burst out, slapping my forehead. “I’ve had enough of this, I really have. The tension here is thick enough for me to take a knife and stab right through it. Sam, reflect. Dean, we need to talk.” I took Dean by the collar, dragging him away from Sam while he feebly protested.

“Hey, hey, watch the collar!” He finally swatted my hand away, popping his collar again and then folding his arms. “What?”

“You need to cut the attitude, cause you’re acting like a douche.” I frowned, folding my own. “Your dad died-“

“Yeah, my dad died. What about it?”

“You’re acting strong, Dean.” I sighed. “You’re a stubborn person, I know that, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re hurting. But so is your brother.”

Dean scoffed, “I’m not hurting-“

“Yes, you are.” I insisted, raising my eyebrows. “It’s so obvious and I know it’s hard to deal, but you can’t shut Sam out like that. He needs your help, even if you don’t realise it.”

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience.” Dean’s eyes narrowed and suddenly I had no voice. I looked down, remaining silent, and he gently took my shoulders, bending down and trying to get me to look at him. “Who died, Ivonne? Talk to me.”

“It’s not important.” I muttered, then turned and walked over to Sam. “He’s gonna be better, I think.”

“Thanks, Ivonne, I…” Sam paused for a moment, “I’ve just never seen him like this and it’s scaring me a bit.”

“I don’t blame you.” I sighed. “He’s acting up and it’s not okay, but he’s visibly hurt by this. I’m gonna try and be there for him and so should you. Even if he doesn’t let you.”

“Makes sense.”

“So,” I spread my arms, “bring it in.” He hugged me tightly, and I patted his back. “It’s gonna be ok, Sam.” We detached, “Now show me whatcha got.”

“This is one of dad's old phones.” He took out a battered phone. “Took me a while, but I cracked his voicemail code. Listen to this.”

“Wait-“ I turned, “DEAN! GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!” Dean walked over, and Sam played the voicemail.

‘John, it's Ellen. Again. Look, don't be stubborn, you know I can help you. Call me.’

“That message is four months old.” Sam frowned.

“Dad saved that chick's message for four months?” Dean blinked.

“Yeah.”

”Well, who's Ellen, for starters?” I asked. “Any mention of her in John’s journal?”

“No. But I ran a trace on her phone number and I got an address.”

“Let’s take my car.” I offered, holding up my keys.

“Sounds like a plan.” Dean agreed.

We approached the Roadhouse Saloon, with Dean at the wheel this time, and he smoothly parked in front. We got out, looking around cautiously.

“Hello?” Sam called, “Anybody here?”

”They will be here soon.” I hissed.

“Just checking!”

“Hey. You bring the, uh…” Dean held out his hand, and Sam searched his pockets.

“Yeah.” He tossed a pickpocketing tool to Dean, who quickly opened the door to the saloon. We crept in, eyes darting around. A light bulb blew out, and there was a man passed out at the bar.

“Hey, buddy?” Sam whispered, and I chuckled.

“I’m guessing that’s not Ellen.” I quipped with a smirk. I went behind the bar, searching for someone. Then I heard a click, a smack and Dean calling out for help.

“Sam! Sammy! I need some help!”

“My hands are tied too.” Sam replied, and I pulled out my gun, flicking down the safety pin. I raised it, moving into the room behind the woman holding a gun to Sam’s head.

“Mine aren’t.” I growled, alerting both the attackers. “Drop your guns and let them go or you’ll both be on the floor faster than you can say ‘hands up’.”

“Wait…” Dean’s attacker popped out from behind him, her eyes widening when she saw me. She had long blonde hair, brown eyes and the most recognisable style I have ever seen. Nobody wears a green tank top and mom jeans and pulls it off that well. “Ivvy?”

“Jo?” I half-laughed, half-exhaled as we both realised who we were dealing with. We stored our guns in our pockets, hugging each other tightly.

“I’m so glad you’re here!”

”I’m so glad I’m here, trust me.”

“I’m confused.” Dean whispered.

“They know each other, Dean.” Sam hissed.

”Should have done a degree in stating the obvious, Sammy.”

”Sam? Dean? Winchester?” Ellen questioned, looking between the two.

“Yeah.” Dean nodded.

“Son of a…”

“Mom, do you know these guys?” Jo asked, detaching herself from me.

“I think these are John Winchester’s boys.”

“They are.” I nodded.

Ellen laughed, lowing her handgun. “Hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo.”

Dean flashed his signature smirk at Jo, who smiled back. “Hey.” He grinned.

“Hey.” She replied, looking bashful.

“You’re not gonna hit me again, are you?”

”Here you go.” Ellen offered Dean a towel with ice, which he accepted.

“Thanks.”

“Good one. I’ve been waiting to do that.” I whispered to Jo, who giggled.

”You called our dad, said you could help. Help with what?”

“Well, the demon, of course. I heard he was closing in on it.” Ellen said candidly.

“What, was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed?” Dean scoffed. “I mean, who-who are you? How do you know about all this?”

”Hey, I just run a saloon. But hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dad a long time ago. John was like family once.”

“Oh yeah? How come he never mentioned you?”

“You’d have to ask him that.”

“So why exactly do we need your help?”

“Hey, don't do me any favors. Look, if you don't want my help, fine. Don't let the door smack your butt on the way out. But John wouldn't have sent you if...” She trailed off, eyes widening, “he didn’t send you. He's all right, isn't he?“

“No. No, he isn't. It was the demon, we think.” Sam stammered. “It, um, it just got him before he got it, I guess.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok. We’re ok.” Dean coughed.

“No, he is not.” I muttered.

”Really? I know how close you and your dad were.”

“Really, lady, we’re fine.” Dean growled through gritted teeth.

“‘Course you are.” I tutted.

“Ivonne.”

“So look, if you can help, we could use all the help we can get.” Sam pleaded.

“Well, we can't.” Ellen stated. “But Ash will.”

“Who’s Ash?” I blinked.

“ASH!” The sleeping man at the bar woke up, flailing his arms.

“I’m up, I’m up! Is it closing time?” Ash slurred.

“That’s Ash?” Sam coughed.

“Delightful.” I grimaced.

”Mhmm. He’s a genius.” Jo convinced, but I wasn’t as much as she was. She started pouring glasses of water, while Ellen slapped a folder on the table. Sam sat down, leaving Dean and I to stand.

“You've gotta be kidding me, this guy's no genius.” Dean groaned. “He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie.”

“Shut your pie hole.” I snapped.

“I like you.” Ash chuckled, pointing to me.

”Thanks.”

“Just give him a chance.” Jo sighed. Dean resigned, sitting down.

“All right.” Dean cleared his throat. “This stuff's about a year's worth of our dad's work, so uh, let's see what you make of it.”

“Come on. This stuff ain't real.” Ash scoffed. “There ain't nobody can track a demon like this.”

“Their dad could.” I retorted.

“There are non-parametrics, statistical overviews, prospects and correlations, I mean.. damn!” Ash exclaimed. “They're signs. Omens. Uh, if you can track 'em, you can track this demon. You know, like crop failures, electrical storms... You ever been struck by lightning? It ain't fun.”

“Can you track it or not?” Sam groaned.

“Yeah, with this, I think so. But it's gonna take time, uh, give me…” Ash clicked his tongue, “fifty one hours.” He then got up to leave.

”Hey, man?” Dean piped up.

“Yeah?”

“I, uh, dig the haircut.” It was an odd haircut, I’ll give him that.

“All business up front, party in the back.” He left, and I turned to Ellen.

“It’s nice to see you again, Ivvy.” Ellen smiled, passing me a beer.

“Same to you, El.” I grinned. “Haven’t felt this at home in ages.”

“How’re you feeling after Danny?” She asked, and I kissed my teeth, thinking.

“Better than I was. Until the Devil took my powers.”

“He did what?!” She slammed the table. “Evil little son of a-“

“Ok, ok!” I chuckled, “It’s fine. I’m survivin’.”

“He shouldn’t.” Ellen growled. “I remember when you were just a girl. Sweetest thing I’ve ever met. These powers corrupted you, but that demon’s going to do worse.”

“Yeah, I get that.” I sighed, looking down.

“I think Jo’s free from Dean, go catch up.” I immediately got up, going over to Jo and hugging her again.

“What’s this about your powers gone?” She asked, and I showed her the rune.

“Gone until the demon dies or I find a ‘drop of love’.” I scoffed.

“What’s that?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

“I’m sure you will.” She patted my shoulder. “By the way, this Dean pal of yours was flirting with me.”

“Pay no attention to him.” I laughed. “He does that with me too. He puts on a Jerry Maguire act for nothing.”

“He’s that kind of guy, got it.” She giggled.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mess with him if I were you.” I joked.

”Hey, Beanie!” Dean called, and I whipped around.

“What?” I snapped back.

“Beanie?” Jo whisper-giggled.

”Short story.”

“C’mere!” Dean yelled again, and I walked over to the two.

“Whaddya want from me?” I groaned, sitting down.

“Very courteous, Beanie.”

“Forgive me, Your Majesty.” I drawled. “Sammy, what’re we doing?”

“Murders, not far from here.” Sam replied, showing me the file.

“Well, we should probably check that out.” I clicked my tongue.

“That’s what I told Ellen we’d do.”

“You've gotta be kidding me. A killer clown?” Dean groaned as he drove my Chevrolet Corvette, Sam in the back with me with the case.

“Yeah. He left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents. Ripped them to pieces, actually.” Sam exhaled sharply.

“And this family was at some carnival that night?”

“Right, right. Uh, the Cooper Carnivals.”

“So how do you know we're not dealing with some psycho carnie in a clown suit?”

“Well, the cops have no viable leads, and all the employees were tearing down shop.” I explained, looking through sheafs of evidence. “Alibis all around. Plus this girl said she saw a clown vanish into thin air. Cops are saying trauma, of course.”

“Well, I know what you're thinking, Sam.” Dean smirked. “Why did it have to be clowns?”

”Oh, give me a break.” Sam groaned.

“You didn't think I'd remember, did you? I mean, come on, you still burst out crying whenever you see Ronald McDonald on the television.”

“At least I’m not afraid of flying.”

“Planes crash!”

“And apparently clowns kill!”

“And so will I in a second!” I cut in, silencing them both.

“I’d rather take the plane.” Dean gulped.

“And me the clown.” Sam whispered.

“Thank you.” I smiled briefly. “So these types of murders, did they ever happen before?”

“Uh, a-according to the file, 1981, the Bunker Brothers Circus, same M.O. It happened three times, three different locales.” Sam stammered.

“It's weird, though, I'm mean if it is a spirit it's usually bound to a specific locale, you know, a house, or a town.” Dean frowned, so I pulled a book out of my satchel, flicking through.

“So how’s this one travelling?”

“Cursed object, perhaps.” I shrugged, “Spirit attaches itself to something and the carnival carries it around with them. Unlikely, but plausible.”

”Great, paranormal scavenger hunt.” Sam grimaced.

“Well, this case was your idea.” Dean retorted. “By the way, why is that? You were awfully quick to jump on this job.”

”So?”

“It's just... not like you, that's all. I thought you were hell-bent for leather on the demon hunt.”

”I don't know, I just think, this job, it's what Dad would have wanted us to do.”

“What Dad would’ve wanted?”

“Yeah? So?” Sam sassed.

“Nothin’.”

Geez.

We pulled up at the carnival, where the police already were.

“Watch out.” Dean whistled. “Five-o’s.”

”You’ll be fine.” I assured. “Don’t make a scene, keep your head down and keep walking.”

”Knowing Dean, that’s not gonna happen.” Sam grimaced as we all got out of the car.

“Ever since she came, you two have been ganging up on me.” Dean grumped.

“That’s cause I finally get to have a conversation with someone who has common sense.”

”I’m proud not to have common sense, Sammy. I own my flaws.”

”Never say that again.” I laughed.

“Try me, Beanie.” Dean smirked, whipping my beanie off my head and jamming it onto his own. Sam ran his fingers through my hair a bit, tidying it up, and I gave him a small smile, combing my fingers in the same direction. A three-foot tall clown went by, and Sam stared at it, nervous, and she stared back as well before walking into the distance. “Did you get her number?”

Sam scowled, looking like a six year old. “More murders?”

“Twice recently.” I explained. “Ripped to shreds, and a little boy survived, and he was with them.”

“Who fingered a clown.” Sam finished, getting a weird look from Dean. “What?”

“So, a clown who just apparently vanished into thin air.” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Dean, you know, looking for a cursed object is like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. They could be anything.”

“It’s going to give off EMF.” I mused.

“So we’ll just scan everything.” Dean added optimistically.

“Oh, good, that's nice and... inconspicuous.” Sam sighed.

“We can blend in.” I smirked, gesturing to the ‘Help Wanted’ sign conveniently placed near us. We ventured inside, spotting a man with sunglasses throwing knives on a target, but they didn’t quite hit bullseye.

“Excuse me, we're looking for a Mr. Cooper, have you seen him around?” Dean asked him, and the man turned around.

“Is that some kinda joke?” He took off his sunglasses, and his eyes had cataracts. Oh damn, he was blind.

”Oh. God, I'm-I'm sorry.”

“You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper? Or a sunset, or anything at all?” The blind man growled.

“Wanna give me some help here?” Dean whispered to Sam.

“No, not really.” Sam whispered back.

“Hey man, is there a problem?” A short guy appeared, looking up at Dean with a suspicious expression.

Trouble’s coming.

I draped my hair over one shoulder, undid a few of my top buttons, took a tube of lip gloss and touched up my makeup. I dumped my scarf on Sam, who gave me a questioning look.

“Yeah, this guy hates blind people.” The blind man grumbled.

”Do you have a problem?” The man asked Dean.

Dean chuckled nervously. “No, it’s just a little misunderstanding.”

“Little?! Son of a-“

“Come on, boys, let’s not fight.” I interrupted, gaining the three men’s attention.

“Who’s she?” Blind man barked. “She sounds pretty.”

“She is pretty.” Short man replied with a smirk.

“I’m flattered.” I laughed, faking it. God, this was demeaning. “Now, my friends and I don’t want any trouble. We’re just looking for Mr Cooper. D’you know where to find him?”

“Follow me, sweetheart.” We followed the short man, and Dean regrouped with Sam and I.

“What the hell?” Dean whispered. “I’m trying to make amends for accidentally offending someone and you just pout your lips?”

“Perks of being a woman.” I smirked, patting Dean’s shoulder. “It’s easy to charm a man who hasn’t known a woman’s touch in ages.”

“That was genius.” Sam chuckled.

“I know.” We reached the door to Mr Cooper’s office, and we were let in.

“Mr Cooper?” The short man asked. “You got three new recruits.” We walked in and saw Mr Cooper at his desk. There were three chairs, and one with a clown painted on it. Sam sat down gingerly, while Dean sat looking smug.

“You boys, and lady, picked a hell of a time to join up.” Cooper grunted. “We've got all kinds of local trouble.”

“What do you mean?” Dean frowned.

“Oh, a couple of folks got themselves murdered.” He waved his hand. “Cops always seem to start here first. So, you two ever worked the circuit before?”

“Yes sir, last year through Texas and Arkansas.”

“Doing what? Ride jockies? Butcher? ANS men?”

“Just a little bit of everything, I guess.” Sam shrugged.

“You lot have never done a show in your lives, have you?”

“No, we have not, sir.” I admitted. “But my brothers and I do need the money.” I saw a twitch of surprise in Dean’s face, but he masked it pretty well.

“You see that picture? That's my daddy.” Cooper pointed to a picture.

“You look just like him, Mr Cooper.”

“He was in the business. Ran a freakshow. Till they outlawed them, most places. Apparently displaying the deformed isn't dignified. So most of the performers went from honest work to rotting in hospitals and asylums. That's progress. I guess. You see, this place, it's a refuge for outcasts. Always has been. For folks that don't fit in nowhere else. But you two? You should go to school. Find a couple of girls. Have two point five kids. Live regular.” Cooper turned to me, “And you, little lady, should build a life of your own. You three’re no outcasts.”

“You’d be surprised.” I laughed.

Sam leaned forward, serious. “Sir? We don't want to go to school. And we don't want regular. We want this.”

“You got assistant manager?” Dean scoffed, picking up rubbish. “How?”

“Perks of being a woman. And downsides of being a man who hasn’t known a woman’s touch in many decades.” I winked. We both got a phone call, so we picked up. “Hello?”

‘Hey, guys.’

“What’s up, Sammy? You sound like you saw a clown.” Dean frowned.

‘Very funny. Skeleton, actually.’

“Are we talking real human bones?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

‘In the funhouse. Listen, I was thinking. What if the spirit isn't attached to a cursed object -- what if it's attached to its own remains?’

”Does it give off EMF?” Dean and I asked at the same time.

‘Well, no, but-’

“We’ll check it out anyway.” I nodded.

“We’re coming to you, Sammy.” Dean said before cutting the call. “Did you have to say that at the same time?”

“Not my fault we think the same way.” I grinned, taking my beanie off Dean and ruffling his hair before pulling it over my head.

“Bug off.”

“Make me.” I teased before walking off. I reached Sam, tapping him on the shoulder. “Whatcha got?”

”Nothing.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Nothing gives off EMF yet.”

“It will.” I assured. “Just gotta keep your patience.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“Hey! It’s hard work, being hit on by a short man!”

“Fine, fine.” Dean approached us, looking grumpy. “What took you so long?”

“Long story.”

”Mommy, look at the clown!” We heard a little girl giggle, pointing to nowhere.

“What clown?” Her mother asked, looking around, then she took the girl’s hand. “Come on, sweetie.”

We exchanged a look; something was up.

”What I want to know,” I whispered angrily, “is why you told Papazian about the killer ghost clown.” We were on a stakeout at the girl’s house, just waiting.

“I told him an urban legend about a homicidal phantom clown. I never said it was real.” Dean shrugged. He cocked a gun, but Sam slapped it down.

”Keep that down!” Sam hissed.

“Oh, and get this. I mentioned the Bunker Brother's Circus in '81 and their, uh, evil clown apocalypse? Guess what.”

“What?”

“Before Mr. Cooper owned Cooper Carnival, he worked for Bunker Brothers. He was their lot manager.”

“So Cooper brought the spirit with him?” I mused.

”Something like that.” Dean shook his head, sighing. “I can't believe we keep talking about clowns.”

“Nobody can.” I grimaced. “Alright, let’s keep watch. Nobody close their eyes.”

Dean fell asleep.

At around midnight, we saw the girl go over to the door, opening it. “Wanna come and play?” The clown entered with her, and we jolted Dean awake, dragging him with us. We broke in, waiting in the hallway. “Wanna see Mommy and Daddy? They're upstairs.” As soon as the clown and the girl came in sight, I rushed forward, taking her out of the clown’s grip. She started screaming, but I loosened my grip.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” I whispered. She quietened down, but then Dean shot the clown and she hugged me, crying.

“Dean, watch out!” Sam yelled, and the clown escaped.

“I’ve got you.” I murmured, stroking the girl’s back. “Don’t worry.”

”What's going on here?” The father ran down the stairs, his eyes widening when he saw his daughter hugging me. “Get away from my-“

Her mother ran down too, gasping. “Oh my god, what are you doing to my daughter?!”

“Who the hell are you? Get out! Get out of my house!” Sam and Dean fled, but I breathed shakily, frozen for a moment.

“Mommy, Daddy, the man shot my clown!” The girl cried, then pointed to me. “She saved me!”

“You saved my daughter.” The mother sobbed, hugging me. “Thank you.”

“How can we repay you?” The dad asked, picking his daughter up.

“I- you don’t n-need to.” I stammered. “I know what it’s like to not be protected when you need it. My parents weren’t exactly there, so she’s lucky to have you.”

“We’re lucky that you were there.” The mother smiled.

And that’s how I ended up leaving with food.

I trudged over to the car, where Dean and Sam were waiting.

“Where were you?” Sam sighed in relief upon seeing me, unfolding his arms.

“We couldn’t get in cause you have the keys!” Dean grumped.

“Can I console you with food?” I held up the food, and they stared at me.

“Uh… how? Why?”

“The little girl told her parents that I saved her from you two.” I chuckled nervously. “They asked me how they could repay me and I told them they didn’t have to, but they sent me with food and a large flask of cocoa.”

“Beanie, I’ve never appreciated you so much until this day.” Dean grinned.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Do you think they got the plate?” Dean asked while munching on a sandwich.

“Nope.” I smirked. “Covered the plate when we got here. Then I whipped it off before we left, so it’s unlikely they saw anything. But I’ve been thinking. One thing's for sure.”

“What is?” Sam asked, also eating a sandwich.

”We're not dealing with a spirit. I mean, that rock salt hit something solid.”

“Yeah, a person? Or maybe a creature that can make itself invisible?”

“Yeah, and dresses up like a clown for kicks?” Dean scoffed. “Did it say anything in Dad's journal?”

Sam flicked through it, eyebrows furrowed. “Nope.”

I pulled out my phone, dialling a number and holding it to my ear.

“Who’re you callin’?” Dean asked.

“Jo.” I replied, getting out of the car, then she picked the call up.

‘Hello?’

“Hey, Jo, it’s Ivvy.”

‘Oh, hey! Whatcha need?’

”The boys and I just finished a stakeout at a girl’s house because she came into contact with the clown. Dean shot it, but it was solid. Is Ash back with his evidence?”

‘Yeah. Lemme pass the phone to him.’

’Hey, pretty lady.’

’Ash!’

’I’m kidding! Anyway, I think what you’re lookin’ for is called a Rakshasa. An ancient demon from Hindu mythology. It takes on a human form, feeds on human flesh and can’t enter a home unless invited. They sleep on a bed of dead insects and wake up around every twenty to thirty years. Sounds accurate.’

“How do you kill it?”

‘Blade made of pure brass. That’s our best guess.’ Ellen cut in. ‘If it’s right, you’re welcome; if it’s wrong, see you on the other side.’

“I’ll make sure to tell you if it worked.” I laughed. “Alright, see you guys.”

‘Bye!’ I cut the call, climbing back in. Dean and Sam looked grumpier, and I raised my eyebrow.

“Did you two fight again?”

“No.” Dean grumbled, and I turned to Sam.

“Sammy?”

“No.” He replied a lot more civilly.

“The moment I leave.” I grimaced.

”What did Ellen say?” Sam asked.

“What we’re looking for, they said, might be a Rakshasa. Ellen's best guess. It's a race of ancient Hindu creatures. They appear in human form, they feed on human flesh, they can make themselves invisible, and they cannot enter a home without first being invited.“

“So they dress up like clowns, and the children invite 'em in.” Dean mused.

“Pretty much sums it up.”

“Why don't they just munch on the kids?”

“Not enough meat on the bones?” Sam theorised.

“What else did you find out?”

“A Rakshasa sleeps on a bed of dead insects and wakes up to feed every twenty to thirty years.”

“Well, that makes sense.” Dean nodded. “I mean, the Carnival today, the Bunker Brothers in '81.”

“Probably more before that.” Sam breathed.

“Who do we know that worked both shows, boys?” I smirked.

“Cooper.”

“Cooper.” Dean added.

“You know, that picture of his father, that looked just like him.”

“What if it is him?”

“Can’t rule it out.” I shrugged. “Who knows how old he is?”

“Ellen say how to kill him?”

“Legend says a dagger made of pure brass.”

“I know where to get one of those.”

”Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're going to want to make damn sure it's him.” Sam frowned.

“You’re such a stickler for details, Sammy.” Dean teased, making Sam smile. “All right, I'll round up the blade, Beanie, you’ll keep watch and you go check if Cooper's got bedbugs.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I grinned, patting them on the shoulders.

“Let’s do this.”

I waited outside, one hand on the gun in my jacket, maybe as reassurance that it was still there.

“Look, Mommy, it’s her!” I heard, and the little girl ran up to me, paired with her parents.

“Hey, uh, didn’t expect to see you guys again.” I chuckled nervously, raising my hand.

“And we never got your name.” Her mother smiled while I shook her father’s hand.

“My name’s, um, Lily.” I lied, thinking quickly. “Lily Carter.”

“I’m Audrey Teyman.” She introduced. “This is my husband James, and this little girl is also Lily.” My breath caught in my throat, but I stomached it, bending down to Lily.

“You’re a Lily too, huh?” I smiled.

”Yeah!” She giggled. “You’re just like me.”

“Yeah, I’m just like you.” I heard some yelling, so I had to think quickly again. “Tell you what?” I pulled out some money and gave it to her. “Spend it on anything you want. But not too much sweets, you get me?”

“Yeah!”

“Pinky promise?” I held out my little finger and she wrapped hers around mine before giving me a hug. I stood up to face her parents.

“You’re too generous.” James smiled.

“It’s nothin’.” I shook my head. “Now you go, Lily, and spend that money right, okay?”

“Okay!” Lily gave me a toothy grin.

“We’d better get going. It was lovely meeting you again, Miss Carter.” They left, and I immediately ran to the source of the commotion.

“Dean!” I yelled, trying the door handle.

“Beanie, thank god!” Dean shouted from the inside, and I shot the door handle, opening it just in time for Dean to tumble out.

“Are you ok?!”

“I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t stepped in.” He leaned his forehead against mine, a relieved grin on his face, but his eyes were closed.

“Dean! Ivonne!” Sam ran up to us, and we both got up, walking over.

“Sammy!”

”So, Cooper thinks I'm a Peeping Tom, but it's not him.”

“We’ve figured that part out. It’s the blind guy. He's here somewhere.”

“Did you get the brass blades?”

“No, no, it’s been one of those days.”

“We can’t have one of those days.” I grimaced. “We’re probably now on the Rakshasa’s most wanted list. We have to kill it.”

“I’ve got an idea.” Sam nodded, “Follow me.” We ran to the funhouse, and when we were there I pulled out my gun. “Dean, Ivonne, find the maze, now!” We ran in, my gun held up while I heard every single sound around me.

“Can you stop walking so loud?!” I whispered to Dean, who stopped.

“I’m heavy footed!” He argued quietly.

“Our lives are on the line here!”

“Fine!” We found the maze and came back to Sam.

“Where is it?” Sam asked frantically.

“I don’t know.” Dean fretted. “Will we see its clothes when it’s walking around, or..?”

“Probably not.” I frowned, then a knife flew past Dean, pinning his sleeve to the wall. Another pinned his wrist to the wall.

“Sam!” Sam pulled the pipe off the wall, stalking around slowly. Then a knife almost chipped him in the head, but he dodged in time.

“Dean, where is it?” Sam called.

“I don’t know!” A knife flew through the air, and I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, followed by my body reacting to absorb the shock. I held my hand to my stomach, and when I drew it back, I saw blood.

A knife was in my stomach.

“Beanie!” Dean yelled, then pulled a lever, making steam gush out of the organ and show the outline of the body.

“Over here!” I held up my hand and caught the pipe, sticking it as far as I could into the Rakshasa. It bled, and slowly disappeared, while I collapsed onto the floor and sat against the wall, leaning my head against it. Dean got the knives off his sleeves and rushed over to me, both brothers kneeling down.

“Don’t you close your eyes, Ivonne.” Dean ordered, tilting my head up to face him. “Don’t you dare.”

”We’ll get you an ambulance.” Sam fretted, trying to assess the wound.

“I’m not closing my eyes anytime soon.” I coughed, wincing a little at the pain. “I’ll be damned and given a one way ticket to hell if I do.”

“You’re not going there.” Dean assured. “I ain’t gonna let you.”

”So considerate.” I smirked.

“So mouthy, even with a knife in you.”

”Knife wounds won’t stop me from getting a dig in.”

”I was kind of hopin’ that you’d stay back.” Jo smiled giving me a once over. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“Of course.” I chuckled. “I’ve got these two knuckleheads.”

“Those two knuckleheads couldn’t save you from a flying knife.”

“One was trapped by one, the other dodging one. I can only blame my reflexes.”

“Just be careful out there.” Ellen chastised, handing me some bandages. “I wouldn’t want a knife to hit your heart next time.”

“I guarantee you, Ellen, there’s no way in hell I’d let that happen.”

“But we’re not in hell.” She frowned. “I’ve known you since you were a newborn, Ivonne. What happened to your family was terrible, and it could happen again.”

“I think this time is different.” I smiled. “If not, I know who to call.”

“You better.” Jo hugged me. “I’ll be waiting everyday. If you won’t call me for a while, I’m busting down your door and I’m gonna kill those two myself.”

“Jo, that’s my job.” I joked, inciting a laugh. “I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, I’ve got something to give you.” Ellen hurried to her drawer, taking out a necklace. “It was your father’s gift to your mother when they didn’t start becoming so… distant. I think it’d look wonderful on you.” I took it, admiring the shimmering green stone.

“It would. Thanks, Ellen.”

”No problem.”

A day later, I was told that I’d be fine, so we were back at my house. Dean and Sam insisted that I stayed in bed while they brought me food and breakfast, but I did have to get in some walking.

“Knock knock.” Sam grinned.

“Hey, Sammy.” I smiled, sitting up a bit. “C’mon in.”

Sam sat down next to me, looking intently. “How have you been?”

”I could be worse.” I chuckled. “Dude was good at his craft.”

”He was.” Pause. “But there’s something else.”

“What is it?” I frowned.

”What you said to Dean stuck with me. I’m not closing my eyes anytime soon. I’ll be damned and given a one-way ticket to hell if I do.” He repeated. “It seemed so genuine. Did something happen to you or someone in your family?”

”That’s a story for another day.” I refused politely. “For now, all I can say is that it’s my fault.”

”I don’t think it was.” Sam smiled, then kissed me on the forehead. “G’night, Ivonne.”

”Call me Ivy, Sammy.” I offered.

”G’night, Ivy.”

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ittoslefttoenail · 1 year

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How the Tables Turn

( sorry abt the lack of "read more" i'm on mobile, it's my first smut so hope u like it :D )

sub masochistic brat Kaveh, overstim, degradation with some praise, spanking, dacryphilia, femdom she/her reader, sharing apartments with both him and alhaitham ♡ strap can be read as cock

It's no surprise Kaveh is a biiig brat, always trying to outpower his mistress, as his deepest desire is to be thrown around like a ragdoll, and that's the easiest way to get it.

He, however, wasn't expecting it to be this rough today.

He's been pissing you off ALL DAY. teasing you during work, messing up on purpose whenever u asked him to do something, trying to get the control in general. You really had to teach him a lesson.

"Let's go home now, I think we are done for today" speaking innocently, you pull out your keys.

"As u wish, my lady" he says with that wicked, stupid grin.

Once the door locks behind u both, already aware of what was gonna happen, he pretends to be surprised as u pin him against the wall and start the scolding.

"What the FUCK did u think u were doing?! this was a important meeting, not a appropriate moment at all for u to sneak under my desk like a desperate bitch! I could've lost my job if they noticed us"

"I'm sorryyy~"

"You don't mean it."

The tent under his pants getting bigger by each second, how couldn't he be excited? the woman he fell for, the one he would gladly die for, getting clearly aroused by his actions but still trying to hide it! He thought it was really hot.

Usually you would deny his orgasm, which he was quite used to despite failing to hold it every single time, but this time u just wanted to destroy his smug little face and see him cry.

He kissed u eagerly, taking off his shirt while you guided him to the bedroom. You hold his wrist tightly as he was about to touch the last buttom.

"Let me do this instead."

He looked beautiful from this view, staring at your breasts like a pervert once you bent down to reveal his slightly toned abs, his blonde hair falling on his shoulders like silk.

Suddenly, you pull off his belt to use it as a makeshift handcuff. He struggles against it and u search on ur vanity for some...stuff

"Hey babe, what's going on???" he asked, trying to hide how nervous he is.

"Don't you try and get any answer from me, just take it like the needy brat you are."

"AH-"

In the blink of an eye you pull down his pants and shoves down the fleshlight with no lube at all, in a fast and unexpected pace.

Kaveh growls and whimpers, begging for u to slow down, and the only thing he got from it was a good slap and a red mark on his ass

"You wanted it so bad all day after all, do u think i'll pity you at this point?"

Oh, these words got to him, the both shame and pleasure he gets from being talked down to like that is the biggest turn on, his filthy fantasies clouding his mind.

You align your double sided strap to his entrance, not taking your hands off the fleshlight abusing his cock, not even for a second.

He throws his head back and cries out from this new form of stimulation both of you never tried until tonight.

"What a-about- Alhaitham???!" he manages to babble through his anxious, shallow breath.

"Oh? you're afraid he might catch us? dont worry, I know u would like that."

"Of course I wouldn't. D-don't be stupid!"

"To be caught by your dear friend while getting pegged by your goddess, sounds nice right? you're such a slut, Kaveh. Disgusting, really."

His face is bright red and sweaty, the worst part is that you're not wrong. With your other hand u proceeded to pinch his nipples, he brings his tied arm up to bite down on it to avoid screaming at your flaming touch, as much as he wanted to scream your name, the fear of being caught still got him shaking.

The knot on his stomach got tighter, unleashing his orgasm without warning, thinking he would be punished for cumming without permission he trembles.

"Don't worry, you will get to cum more than u want or deserve to." slapping him once again, it's a quite cute view. His tongue lolling out and his eyes watering as your cock hits the right spot over and over, his cute dick all soaked, you can't help but want to ruin him.

"Please, no more-"

"Aww, cmon baby, u can do one or two more for me yeah? don't you wanna be a good boy for mommy?"

His thoughts start going blank from the sudden sweetness in your voice.

"Nghh..good boy...g-good boy good boy"

His back arches once again, you're in for a good and long night ♡

#kaveh smut #genshin impact #genshin #smut #kaveh #hes such a cute himbo I wanna make him miserable #MEOWWWW #feeling kinda cringe

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hippogrifffeathers · 10 months

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Mentor Privileges

'What just happened?' 'I just got us out of trouble.' 'No, you just pulled an Ominis.' 'I what' 'Excuse me?' _ When Professor Weasley catches MC, Sebastian, and Ominis sneaking back into the castle after curfew, it seems like only one desperate move might keep them out of serious punishment. Except, before Ominis can even murmur a syllable about his family connections to the Headmaster, MC is speaking, claiming Professor Fig authorised their excursion, and it turns out there's another trump card among their ranks. Afterall, how could a professor argue with another professor?

ao3 link if you prefer!

Not two seconds after the grand doors to the main hall of Hogwarts had swung open, did the room echo with the sound of whispered bickering.

“You know, we could have gotten here a lot quicker if you two didn’t insist on flying the scenic route back.”

“How do you even know we took the scenic route? Not like you could see it .”

“I heard you talking about it Sebastian!”

“Would you both stop it?” MC hissed, voice barely above a whisper as they crept through the school entrance, large doors thankfully silent behind them. Seeing nobody in the entry hall, their posture relaxed, as they raised one hand to massage their neck, pouting, “Oh Merlin, we’re all going to fall asleep in class tomorrow, I’m exhausted .”

“That didn’t stop you from agreeing to fly out to Pitt-upon-Ford this afternoon, did it?” Ominis quipped, falling into step on their left. Sebastian quickly joined the pair, walking on their right.

MC rolled their eyes, a fond smile on their lips, “You both didn’t have to come with me, you know.”

That was ridiculous, of course they did. “Oh come on, like we were going to let you have all the fun.”

“I want it on the record that invading and destroying a Poacher camp isn’t my idea of fun.” Ominis rolled his eyes.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, “Does that mean you don’t want your share of the loot? Because I’ll gladly take it off your hands.”

“Paws off Sallow.”

“Yeah Sebastian, paws off." MC grinned, "If anyone gets Ominis’ share, it’s me, since I did most of the work.”

“Okay, first of all, nobody is getting my share because it’s mine , and second you only took most of them out because they were already targeting you. It’s a matter of access.”

“It’s a matter of excuses , Gaunt. Besides, I can’t help it if I’m popular.”

Sebastian raised one eyebrow mockingly, “Oh, is that what we’re calling it now? Cute, and here I was thinking ‘there’s a price out for your capture’ had a nice ring to it.”

“ Funny . I’ll remember that one next time I come across old spellbooks in an Ashwinder camp and need to find them a home.”

Ominis paused momentarily, outraged, “You’ve been giving him what?”

Lost in their conversation, or perhaps the easy confidence that came with spotting no prefects scouting outside the Library doors, the trio didn’t think to cast any disillusionment or remain so vigilant as they crossed the Viaduct hall. Over the sound of their conversation, and the gentle lullaby from the nearby portrait, they fail to hear the click of footfalls until it’s too late, and they’re stopped in their tracks by a familiar, and very displeased, voice.

“And just where have you three been?”

… ”Merlin’s saggy left ball sack.” Ominis’ head turned sharply to right as MC subtly kicked Sebastian in the shin, hoping the already very-cross Professor Weasley didn’t hear his vulgar language, and schooled their expression into one that hopefully looked the picture of innocence as they spun on their heel to face her, Ominis and Sebastian mirroring their actions.

It took all their willpower not to immediately cower back.

She did not look happy, arms folded and her scowling expression may as well have been made of stone, carved with fury. Somehow, the Deputy Headmistress made pyjamas-with-a-cloak-over-the-top look intimidating.

MC bit back a wince as they took in that detail. Pyjamas. Oh, it was late late.

Sebastian turned on the charming schoolboy act, “Professor Weasley! We were just..ah, getting some late night studying done.”

“Oh? And does that studying involve flying Hippogriffs across the Black Lake ?” Sebastian tries not to deflate at being so clearly caught out, and readies himself to ignore the ice in their professor's tone, about to counter with what would undoubtedly be a cunning lie when she cuts him off, “Not another word. My office. Now .”

Wisely, the trio fall into silence, not daring to provoke the Deputy Headmistress any further.

They follow after the furious professor, turning their backs on the path back to their Common Rooms, wishing more than anything to be sneaking their way through the protected doorways and not walking across the chilly Transfiguration courtyard to certain doom.

Sebastian spares a look to his companions, the worrying crease in Ominis’ brow, the almost eerie calmness to MC, and wonders if they’re feeling the same edgings of dread as him.

Detentions and getting into trouble with professors were no strangers to him, but this was different than breaking a simple curfew or sneaking into the restricted section. This was weeks of detentions, points off, and letters-home levels of rule breaking.

Merlin, the last thing he needed right now was Uncle Solomon getting a letter from the school about Sebastian being off-grounds.

They’d been playing with fire this whole school year, especially himself and MC. Breaking into Loyalist Camps, exploring Salazar Slytherin’s Scriptorium and messing with Unforgivables, he supposed it was only a matter of time before they’d been caught- their luck had finally run out, and there was only one desperate card left to play that might save them from the bollocking of a lifetime.

It seemed Ominis was having the same thoughts, judging by the grim acceptance on his face, the stiffness of his demeanour- all part of ‘Gaunt Look’ that had gotten them out of serious trouble a few times too many in their earlier school years.

As they near the Transfiguration Classroom, Professor Weasley doesn’t even bother using magic to open the door, instead holding it open expectantly, her expression unwavering.

Before either of the boys can take the first step, MC takes the lead, head bowed slightly in a marker of shame that Sebastian can’t help but mirror as he follows in their footsteps, forced to confront the disapproving glare of their professor as he passes.

At least Ominis doesn’t have to deal with such awkward eye-contact.

Their footfalls echo through the empty classroom, empty desks seem to judge them as they walk past, only vaguely registering the door being shut behind them.

Ahead, MC’s steps have faltered slightly, the only show of hesitation they’ve demonstrated since the trio were caught. Sebastian is quick to take the lead, brushing MC's side in what he hopes is a reassuring move, as he makes a beeline for the door in the topmost corner.

The office is cool when they enter, the only light coming from embers dying on the fireplace and the pulsing red glow of Ominis’ wand. With the minimal amount of shuffling, the three line themselves up opposite the desk, MC once again in the middle, and wait.

Their silence persists as Professor Weasley follows into her office, re-igniting the fireplace with a wordless flick of her wand. The warm glow should be comforting, but against the dead black of night in the windows, and the way the shadows cast over the Professor’s glare deepen the appearance of her ire, it’s anything but.

She takes her time walking around them, letting her footsteps fill the silence of the room, before standing behind her desk, eyes on them all. For a moment, all she does is stare.

It’s an effort not to fidget under her gaze and act like the guilty students they very much are. Sebastian had never been one to worry about his appearance, least of all after a spirited fight or hippogriff journey, but he suddenly regretted not at least checking for any singed or blood-stained marks on his uniform before entering the Castle.

No , that worry was the exact kind of thing Professor Weasley was hoping her students would act on, more guilty admissions. He fought the urge to check.

Besides, if MC- who was decked out in one of their usual (and very flattering) adventuring outfits wasn’t concerned about looking suspicious, then surely he had no need to be.

Finally, the professor spoke, her tone icy cold, dripping with repressed anger. Even with the Gaunt-protection failsafe, Sebastian felt very unsafe.

“Three students out of school grounds, unauthorised, breaking curfew, I have never seen anything like it,” She seethed, and Sebastian wondered for a moment if they were about to witness their professor breathe fire, maybe being charred alive would be less painful than this , “What have you got to say for yourselves?”

A pause.

Sebastian’s eyes darted to the side, watching his friends carefully. MC hasn’t moved, not even the slightest fidget of their hands, while Ominis’ posture straightens even further as he opens his mouth, preparing to intervene with a smooth diversion and not-so subtly drop his family’s connections, get them out of here with as much showboating to the Headmaster as will be necessary.

But it’s not Ominis’ poised and perfected tenor that speaks next.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault, Professor. I asked for their help and we completely lost track of time.” MC sounded so sincere in their apology, their tone didn’t waver for a moment. Sebastian tries not to let his surprise register on his face, and sees Ominis do the same, momentarily jared from his earlier plan. What are they doing? “I was working on one of my catch-up assignments, for Professor Fig.”

Sebastian hopes he doesn’t look like this story is of any news to him, but judging from the way Professor Weasley’s gaze had narrowed in on MC, he needn’t have bothered.

“ Professor Fig gave you an assignment that requires you being off-grounds in the middle of the night?”

The lie sounded ludicrous even to Sebastian, no professor would ever assign a student homework that required leaving the Castle grounds, let alone to venture into the Highlands in their free time.

He should know, it had been a fight for him to be allowed to return to Feldcroft to see his sick sister during term time. There was no way MC genuinely thinks that Weasley is going to believe a fellow professor would let them leave the school so freely-

“Yes, Professor, he did. Staying out so late was an accident though.”

- Merlin, they are fucked.

Clearly, from the sudden tension in his frame, the slight upward turn of his eyebrows, Ominis feels the same way. The pair of them stand to either side of their friend, and wait for the lashing down to begin, for Professor Weasley to accuse them of thinking her to be so dim as to believe such an outrageous lie, to attempt to implicate another professor in whatever rule-breaking scheme they’ve concocted. Sebastian wonders if it's possible to intercept a Hogwarts Owl before it reaches Feldcroft- or maybe MC can do it for him, it’s the least they’ll owe him for provoking the professor like this.

Except, instead of a raised voice, threats of punishments and letters home, Professor Weasley only sighs, the fight leaving her body like a snidget on a Quidditch Pitch.

At the mention of the Professor of Magical Theory, something seemed to have changed in the Deputy Headmistress’ demeanour- it would have been funny to observe in any other situation. Her posture slouched slightly, as if suddenly overtaken by exhaustion, but the look in her eyes had become razor focused, a glint in them as she regarded MC.

Something had changed, and Sebastian longed to know what.

“What in Godric’s name is Elea-Professor Fig asking you to do, that requires you travelling away from the Castle?”

MC shrugged, the picture of casual honesty, which was jarring to watch when Sebastian knew they were being everything but, “Professor Fig emphasises real-world applications to enhance my understanding. I do have a lot to catch-up on.”

The counter didn’t seem to surprise Professor Weasley, almost as though she had been expecting such an argument. “Yes, he has mentioned as much. It would certainly be a more school-focused explanation for the rumours of your activities in local hamlets.”

There’s a tone of false lightness that Sebastian is familiar with- one of a Professor who knows more than they’re letting on, who is giving you the opportunity to come clean.

(Personally, it was one he’d never fallen for)

There’s so many rumours surrounding MC and where they go when they’re missing from the Castle- which is nearly all the time these days- that he can’t even begin to speculate about which ones have made their way to Hogwarts Staff.

MC doesn’t even appear phased by Professor Weasley’s suspicions, or the possibility that rumours of their more dangerous stunts have reached the ear of the faculty, “There’s so much still to learn, I’m lucky to have Professor Fig’s guidance in navigating my studies- it’s been very helpful.”

It’s such a perfect answer. The kind professors would expect from a dutiful, high-achieving student such as MC, one that might make them perk up with pride in their pupils.

Professor Weasley only narrows her eyes, and Sebastian suspects this isn’t the first time she’s heard MC pull such a line, “Indeed, you two are quite the pair.” Understatement , “Between your absences, and Professor Fig’s, it’s a miracle either of you still know your way around the Castle. Although, I suspect sneaking in late at night from your various, ah- assignments , is plenty of practice.”

Wow . Sebastian tries not to look too surprised at the subtle dig, unaware the Deputy Headmistress was capable of such underhandedness. Then again, Fig and MC had been sneaking about the Castle after curfew?

Perhaps in light of Fig’s involvement with MC’s restricted section mission, he shouldn’t be surprised.

MC had no such unawareness for the Deptuy Headmistress' tactics and continues, unphased, “Catching up on my studies is certainly a busy task, Professor. It’s true, we spend so much time learning new spells in Professor Fig’s classroom that I haven’t had much time to explore the castle yet.”

Sebastian wishes he had stood next to Ominis, if only to nudge his friend while they watched this conversation- no, interrogation unfold, see if Ominis had picked up on the same thing he had.

Whatever this was about, it clearly had absolutely nothing to do with tonight’s excursion.

“No? That’s a pity, Hogwarts is full of wonderful magic. Considering you’re excelling in your classes, I’m certain you can afford to take some time away. I never see you around the Castle, it seems you’ve made some good friends here, yet I seldom see you enjoying their company outside of studies. I'm concerned your, ah, extracurriculars are taking up all of your time.”

It felt like the world’s longest, most confusing exploding snap game, two players taking it in turns to put a card down- except all the cards were blank and Sebastian didn’t know what would happen if there was a match.

“I have plenty of time to enjoy school, Professor, and have fun with my friends- everyone’s been so supportive in helping me learn more about magic.”

MC hadn’t provided any specifics, Sebastian wasn’t remiss to notice. It really was an entirely new level of vague- even for them, who had entered Hogwarts surrounded by mystery and cloaked in secrets, and hadn’t changed much about that impression since they got here.

He wondered why MC was so hesitant to elaborate- was it a hesitation to share anything with Professor Weasley, or did they really not have many examples of ‘fun’ times at Hogwarts, that didn’t include danger or rule-breaking? Come to think of it, when had he and MC done anything together that didn’t include danger or rule-breaking?

Merlin, he’d make them relax even if it killed them. Drag them out for a fun day at Hogsmeade where they were banned from helping any locals retrieve their spare robes or whatever ridiculous request they’d force on his friend.

Although, that had been their plan for today- and look how well it turned out.

“I wonder, what academic prospects could have drawn yourself and Professor Fig all the way to Feldcroft?” Despite himself, Sebastian jolts at the mention of his home, and from his periphery he sees Ominis’ head snap to the side to stare in his direction, questioning. “It is a rather dangerous area, you know, I’m sure Mister Sallow can attest to the current occupation of Goblin Loyalists in the Hamlet.”

Professor Fig and MC, in Feldcroft? He’d heard some rumours, of course, but this was all but confirming it as true- especially as he saw MC momentarily falter at the direct questioning.

Questions burst forth in the back of his mind, irritation pricked at his skin with the knowledge they hadn’t told him - Sebastian of all people, what they’d been doing back in Feldcroft, without him and with Professor Fig no less. He endeavoured to ask them, later.

MC quickly regains their composure, hands folded delicately at their front, and tilts their head to the side inquisitively, “Is it? Professor Fig was showing me some ruins ,” Fractionally, the corner of MC’s lip curled, a flicker of amusement they quickly squashed, “We didn’t come across any trouble, certainly no Goblin Loyalists. We are always very safe when we leave the castle.”

Now that Sebastian knew was a bold-faced lie. MC hadn’t told him everything they and the enigmatic Professor got up to, but they’d shared enough about their pursuit of Ancient Magic knowledge and Ranrok. Whatever the pair got up to when they were absent from the castle, it was far from safe .

Judging by Professor Weasley’s unwavering expression, the stone cold doubt and suspicion written clearly across her features, she shared the same sentiments.

“I see, so yours and Professor Fig’s trips away from the Castle have absolutely nothing to do with the reason your mentor has been spending so much time in contact with the Ministry lately? Particuarly, the Auror Department and the Minister himself?”

That was news to Sebastian, and not for the first time in this coversation he wondered if Professor Weasley had forgotten he and Ominis were here too.

As if feeling the weight of his friend’s gaze on him, Ominis tilted his head in Sebastian’s direction and gave a small shake of his head, before staring fixedly down at MC.

One thing's for certain, they weren’t letting MC get away with not answering their questions as easily as they seem to be Professor Weasley’s.

Honestly, Sebastian was tempted to take notes on their artful evasions, his old tricks with the faculty were getting….well… old .

“I wouldn’t know, Professor.” MC shrugged, “Professor Fig doesn’t talk about his work outside of our tutoring sessions,” Then, as if realising some lies were too obvious for even them to get away with, “The Headmaster sent him to the Ministry a few times earlier this year, perhaps Professor Fig is in contact with them on orders of Professor Black.”

Did they really just bring the Headmaster into this?

Either this whole topic went a lot deeper than either of them thought, or MC is pulling all the strings to get out of this tense exchange.

The funniest part was that it was working.

Bringing up the Headmaster seemed to snap the final thread of Professor Weasley’s patience, and suddenly she seemed exhausted, grimly accepting of the fact that clearly she would be getting no answers out of MC tonight.

“I see, well it’s already very late and you all have classes in the morning,” She sighs, before pulling her shoulders back, still the picture of staunch authority you wouldn’t dare cross, “You’re free to go, but don’t think I won’t be speaking with Professor Fig to confirm your story,” At this, Sebastian sends a panicked look MC’s way but they don’t notice, eyes only on Professor Weasley as she continues, “That said, I am still taking twenty points from each of you, and if this happens again I won’t be so lenient- 'assignment' from Professor Fig or not.”

MC still doesn’t appear worried, not as much as they should be- given they absolutely will be doing this again. Then again, Sebastian and Ominis weren’t any better.

Still, they all had the courtesy to look abashed, and ducked their heads, echoes of their ‘thank you professor’, ‘sorry professor’-s following them out of the Deputy Headmistress’ office, and away from her disapproving glare.

Seconds later, the door swings shut behind them with an echoing ‘thud’, and Sebastian whirls on MC, but before he can speak, there’s a hand over his mouth. Over MC’s shoulder, Ominis looks distinctly amused.

“Not here.” MC whispers, with a knowing tilt of their head in the direction of the office they had just left. Then their hand drifts from from Sebastian’s mouth to wrap around his wrist, mirroring the same action with Ominis, as MC pulls them both away from eavesdropping range.

Feeling MC’s warm grip on his, Sebastian praises himself for not licking their hand earlier when they silenced him. This was much more satisfying.

They don’t stop until they hit an alcove just to the side of the Main Hall entryway, hidden from view but the perfect spot to detect Professors on the pry.

“I cannot believe we got away with that.” Sebastian grinned, revelling in the adrenaline rush that always came with getting out of trouble punishment-free. He takes a moment for them all to bask in the easy way they had all just avoided what could have been a nasty punishment, before his attentions turn to the mastermind of their escape, looking quite smug with themselves, “So, make a habit of lying to the Deputy Headmistress, do we?”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” MC retorted cheekily, but their wide smile was a giveaway against their words, just as quickly dropping the faux-denial, “Besides, it worked, didn’t it?”

They punctuate their words with a knowing poke at his shoulder, and he doesn’t deny it.

“Please, like you had any doubts. You could have warned us you had a plan!”

“Funny, that doesn’t sound like ‘wow thanks for getting us out of trouble MC, you’re such a good friend MC, to show my gratitude I’m going to write your potions essay next week MC!’ ”

“Even if I was going to thank you for nearly gaslighting our Deputy Headmistress- artfully done by the way- I certainly won’t be writing your potions essay for you.”

MC grinned, “Good, I didn’t mean you, I meant Ominis. His potions essays are way better, plus he never leaves it till the last minute.”

“Don't even try it, MC, flattery won’t work on me.” The pleased flush to Ominis’ cheeks said otherwise, but nobody was about to point that out, “But I at least am grateful for your intervention. I wasn’t looking forward to using my family name to get us out of trouble.” His nose scrunched at the thought.

“It was almost comical, the way Weasley immediately dropped it and all you had mentioned was-“ The realisation struck Sebastian like lightning, a wide grin threatening to split his face, “Oh Merlin- you pulled an Ominis!”

“I what?” “Excuse me?”

Not getting the hint from Ominis’ outraged expression, or simply not caring, Sebastian continued, “You pulled an Ominis! All you had to do was drop Professor Fig’s name and we were never getting into trouble! I can’t believe there’s two of you now!”

“We are not calling it ‘pulling an Ominis ’ for Merlin’s sake Sebastian!” Ominis hissed, looking thoroughly displeased about the expression, and Sebastian immediately endeavoured to add it to his vocabulary from now on, “That said, I was surprised at how effective it was.”

“I didn’t…I mean….it wasn't like that!” MC stared between the pair, lost in the sudden direction their conversation was taking. Sebastian continues rambling, grin growing in his face.

“What do we even call that? Is it still family privileges or… mentor privileges? Playing favourites? I mean, half the school thinks you're both secretly related anyway, so I suppose it doesn’t really matter-”

MC’s mouth dropped open, “Half the school thinks what?”

“Weasley was right, you need to get about the Castle more if you haven’t heard that one yet, it’s old news at this point.” Sebastian waved it off, like the fact half the school was gossiping about MC was nothing. Maybe it was, it’s not like they got involved in school gossip enough to have a comparison point.

Ominis frowned, “Speaking of Professor Fig, it’s all fair and well to name drop him like that, but what happens when Professor Weasley actually does go to him to confirm your story? She’s going to find out we lied.” He can’t help the worry from bleeding into his tone, and Sebastian frowns at the reminder of the hole in MC’s plan. At most, they’ve been bought time, and the punishment could end up being so much worse if Weasley finds out they deceived her.

To the boys’ shared surprise, MC chuckles lightly, shaking their head, as if their friends had missed some huge point. “She won’t- I’ll be surprised if she even talks to Professor Fig about it.” Okay, they were definitely missing something, by the knowing tone in MC’s voice, “Even if she does, he’ll cover for us, so don’t worry about it.”

They sounded so assured about exactly how this would all play out, the staff dynamics at work here- Sebastian and Ominis longed to question them further on it.

That easy confidence that Professor Fig would lie to one of his colleagues for them, covering up serious rule-breaking with no questions asked? The Professor of Magical Theory was known for being somewhat enigmatic and mysterious, someone with so much practical skills for a supposed expert in theoretical knowledge, but the idea of a professor blindly covering for a student was too much, even for him.

Then again, MC wasn’t exactly ‘just a student’. Not if the pair were sneaking out of the Castle and being spotted near Goblin Loyalists areas, of all places. Deceiving all the other professors, telling lies to cover one another’s backs- because that had been the other side of this, Professor Fig wouldn’t be the only one lying to the Deputy Headmistress to protect another.

“He’ll cover for us, like you covered for him in Professor Weasley’s office, you mean?” Ominis felt the pieces falling into place. “His contact with the Ministry has nothing to do with the Headmaster, does it?”

MC grinned, shrugging lightly, “I mean, technically that wasn’t a complete lie- Black did send him on fools errands to the Ministry at the start of term, as some sort of ridiculous punishment for what happened on our journey here.” Bitterness bled into their tone slightly at the memory, and Ominis couldn’t quite blame them. Being attacked by a dragon was hardly something you could control. MC’s tone brightened as they kept talking, an edging of mischief creeping in, “But since then? No, it’s got nothing to do with the Headmaster, but I doubt Professor Weasley is going to question it.”

He wonders what it’s actually got to do with, but this wasn’t the time to ask them about that.

“It’s no wonder Weasley looked so tired, you’re both menaces .” Sebastian laughed.

“Oh like you’re both any better, Misters ‘I have a way with the faculty’ and ‘My father is friends with the Headmaster’. I didn’t stand a chance at having good influences around me.” MC playfully rolled their eyes, recalling the fact that they weren’t the only ones who had their ways of getting out of trouble.

Sebastian whirled on Ominis, seemingly choking down another laugh, “You did not say that to them.”

“Oh, be quiet. Both of you.” Ominis wasn’t pouting, he wasn’t, “Besides, don’t turn us into your excuses, sounds like you’ve been lying to the faculty well before we became friends.”

“I prefer to think of it as keeping a few secrets. Not lying, just not telling the whole truth.”

Ominis couldn’t bite down on the smile their antics caused, and hoped a small head shake would hide his fond amusement, “That’s called lying, MC.”

“Semantics.”

They were so casual about it. From the moment Professor Weasley had begun with her vague-yet-intense questioning, MC had obfuscated and dismissed her every suspicion with a shamelessly vague answer, hadn’t shown weakness for even a moment, and now they stood joking about the whole affair, like lying and keeping dangerous secrets from professors was an everyday activity.

Well, for MC, they supposed it was.

Then again, given their recent exploits, perhaps Ominis and Sebastian were not in a place to cast judgement.

Merlin, what a group they made.

“I’ll admit, it was surprising how much Professor Weasley knew,” MC confessed, the edgings of worry outlining their now furrowed brows, “I honestly didn’t think she was paying that much attention, I knew she’d been keeping her eye on us but…where does she get her information?” Their gaze drifted off in the direction of the Transfiguration classroom, worrying at their lip as they thought.

“You see, it’s this magical thing called ‘The Hogwarts Rumour Mill’- you’d know what that was if you actually spent any time playing normal student, you know.” Sebastian mocked, and delighted in the way his teasing interrupted whatever journey into overthinking MC had stepped into, as their face playfully scrunched up in confusion.

“‘Normal Hogwarts student’? Like ‘student who learns non-curriculum spells in a super secret undercroft’ or ‘student who picks fights with goblin loyalists and poachers’?”

“Hey, I never said we were normal Hogwarts students.”

MC grinned, gently knocking against Sebastian and Ominis’ shoulders, “I suppose that’s why we all get along so well.”

Sebastian’s expression softened as he registered their affection, warm fondness spreading across his features, “I suppose it is.”

For a moment, they all stay like that, three students hidden behind a corner of the Transfiguration courtyard, packed so tight their arms press against each other, warm with the rush of their evening adventures, and share in the peace they so seldom get to appreciate.

How fortunate they all were, to have found each other.

“It’s getting late, we should be heading back.” Ominis’ voice breaks through the quiet, sounding almost regretful to have done so, as the warm press of his friends was stripped from him, replaced with the bitterness of the outdoor air.

Lightly, MC laughs, and takes the lead to start walking back towards the Viaduct hall, Sebastian and Ominis at their side, “I think we went past ‘getting late’ flying over Upper Hogsfield, but you won’t hear me complaining about getting some sleep- even if it is just a few hours.”

“Better than nothing, and we always have History of Magic to get some extra sleep in.” MC hummed in agreement, Ominis smiling already at the prospect, their shared naps during the notoriously dull class has admittedly become something of a highlight in his school curriculum. A few hours where he knows he’ll sleep unhaunted (mentally at least) and utterly at ease.

“Oh do rub it in, why don’t you?”

“It’s not our fault you didn’t take History of Magic, Sebastian.”

The walk back was over far too quickly, light taunts becoming wishes of well rest and promises to meet again at breakfast, as they parted ways- finally laying rest to the evening’s events.

______________________________________

MC’s promise proved to be good and true, when the trio managed to make it through their first class of the day without being summoned by Professor Weasley for a sequel to the previous night’s ‘punishment’. Whether the Deputy Headmistress had actually confronted Professor Fig about MC’s claims remained a mystery for the entire morning, however by midday, Sebastian was starting to have his suspicions that Professor Weasley had at least been talking to someone about his, MC, and Ominis’ out-of-grounds escapade.

“Is it just me, or are the other professors…watching us?”

“Sebastian, think for a moment about who you’re talking to, then ask me that again.” Ominis rolled his eyes, completely oblivious to the dubious look Professor Hecat had been giving them with all class.

“Oh right, sorry,” He cast a quick look to the Defense Professor, and when she wasn’t facing the class, he elaborated, “Since this morning, it’s like every Professor we see is expecting us to do something wrong, waiting to catch us out. Hecat’s been looking at us like a Kneazle to a Sneakosope since we walked in here.”

“Well, we were caught breaking curfew last night, Sebastian.”

“This is different! All the times I’ve been caught breaking the rules, not once have the staff watched me like this. I feel guilty and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

They didn’t get an answer for their suspicions until after class, making their way through the Tower, MC now joining the duo at their side. Lost in conversation, they almost didn’t spot the Professor until it was too late, side stepping just as Professor Fig rounded the stairs.

It wasn’t uncommon to see the Magical Theory Professor, but he was renowned for his elusiveness- Sebastian would know, he’d tried to talk to the Professor on several occasions last year as he searched for a cure for Anne, but Fig had always been too busy to stick around for long.

Despite himself, and MC’s earlier reassurances Fig wouldn’t be upset his name came up the previous night, his heart hammered in his chest, and from the corner of his eye Sebastian spotted Ominis’ posture stiffen, as he so often would whenever they were about to get scolded by a Professor.

They waited for the gentle expression to fall into one of disappointment, or anger, for the reprimand they knew would be coming.

MC too, had changed, but in notable contrast to their friends they brightened up, energised to see the Professor- and Sebastian supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised that the fondness was reciprocated. What he was surprised by was how Fig’s warmth extended to their friends, greeting them all cheerfully.

“Ah, MC! Mister Sallow, Mister Gaunt, good morning!”

Momentarily taken aback by the unexpected friendliness of his tone, one which they absolutely hadn’t anticipated after using him as a get-out-of-punishment-free pass the night before, they were delayed in wishing him a good morning back, compared to MC’s spirited response, “Morning, Professor Fig! Are you on your way back to your office?”

It was kind of cute, the way they perked up in Fig’s presence.

“I am, and I suppose you’re all off for lunch?”

“Actually, if you have some free time, I was wondering…”

Fig smiled, understanding, “My door is always open, come, I’ll have some sandwiches delivered! I had a very interesting meeting with Professor Weasley this morning, perhaps you can catch me up on the finer details of yours and Misters Sallow and Gaunt’s excusion while we’re there.”

Ominis startled, “Ah, yes, Professor, about that-”

“I’m afraid I can’t award points, Professor Weasley might have my head, Mister Gaunt- even if it would be well deserved!” Fig is quick to interrupt whatever apology Ominis had been about to offer, a sly smile on his face- one that strongly reminded Sebastian of MC’s expression after they had gotten out of Weasley’s office the night before, “I am glad MC has such supportive friends to help them with their studies, excellent work boys!”

Fig caught Sebastian’s eye and gave both himself and Ominis a knowing wink before continuing on towards his classroom, MC falling into step beside him easily, the pair immediately locked into a lighthearted conversation. Sebastian and Ominis stayed put for a moment, baffled by the casual interaction.

Ominis spoke first, “Did he just….”

“Yep.” He’d definitely covered for them, had seemed amused by it, no less.

Not a word was mentioned about last night’s escapades, no dubious look thrown their way like the rest of his colleagues had been doing all morning. Instead, all there had been was immediate recognition as he crossed paths with the trio, even though he hadn’t taught two of the three pupils in years, and a wink.

Suddenly, they had the sneaking suspicion they were in on some sort of conspiracy.

“Good morning, Professor Hecat!”

“Good morning, Professor Fig, good to see you about the Castle.”

Sebastian and Ominis jump at the voice, turning around to see Hecat at the top of the stairs, where she had no doubt just watched the four crossing paths, the spirited exchange before Fig and MC had whisked away.

Suddenly, the professors’ earlier attitudes towards himself and Ominis made a lot more sense, and Sebastian suspected that Professor Weasley wasn’t the only one who had her suspicions about MC and Professor Fig’s extracurriculars.

And, if the way they had been keeping an eye on him and Ominis was anything to go by, the staff’s conspiracy had just gained two new suspects.

“Ominis, I think we’ve become accomplices.”

#hogwarts legacy #my fics #me? writing something that ISN'T angst?? oh it's been y e a r s #this was supposed to be a fun nonsense no plot fic but how has a no plot fic got 6k words?#mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #between these three i'm convinced they're able to get out of just about any trouble with the staff rip hogwarts faculty's patience #matilda weasley #eleazar fig #pov you and your mentor are the same breed of menace #to procrastinate on editing this fic i wrote another fic #and now i'm procrastinating on editing THAT fic by posting this one #the circle of writing i guess :)))))))

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