#black oc

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (12)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Activity

Genre: Angst, Fluff, SMUT (& Humor!)

Word Count: 6.3K

12. Deer Tingz

At work the next day Velvette was very pleased with her work, her stance, her walk, and her poses all seemed to get quite a genuine smile out of the Overlord.

“Excellent job, excellent!” she clapped

Voe stopped to look at her “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely! You are definitely getting the hang of this. You know, after months of being at it,”

Voe smiles “That’s more like you,”

Velvette smiles back “Finally someone who appreciates my honesty!” Voe heads toward the dressing room “Where you going?”

Voe does a double take “Oh! I thought you wanted to see how the new clothes fit me.”

“Yeah, just change here. It’s just me, no one else.”

“Oh,” Voe is surprised

“Come on, it’ll save time!”

“Okay,”

The doe starts to undress and Velvette doesn’t even pretend to look away, she stares with her arms crossed as the doe strips to her underwear. Voe looks up for a moment to retrieve the dress, seeing her boss staring at her with a smirk. She feels a bit self-conscious “What?” she chuckles nervously

“I’m waiting for you to put on the clothes,” 

“Okay,”

Voe steps into the dress and pulls it up over her body “Oh there’s a zipper,” she says 

“Oh, let me help you with that,” the doll approaches the model from behind and presses her hand on Voe’s lower back, right above her tail. She slowly drags the zipper up her back, breathing on her model’s neck all the while.

There it is again, Voe thought, the warmth. She felt her nipples press against the fabric.

“Oh, that won’t do,” Velvette breathes down her neck. Voe looks up at her boss

“Hmm? What?”

“Your nipples are showing,” she runs her hands over the doe’s nipples quickly, and after it’s like it never happened “I’ll have to get you some pasties for that.” Velvette turns her around “But other than that, it fits wonderfully!” She holds Voe by the waist.

“Great,” Voe breathes out

“By the way, I’ll need you here early tomorrow for an impromptu photoshoot.” The doll walks away and Voe raises her brow “Don’t give me that look, it’s not just you. A bunch of other models will be there as well. They’ll be taking photographs for,” she turns to Voe with a glint in her eye “a billboard, planned to be mounted in the middle of Pentagram City,”

Voe seems shocked “Wait, really?”

Velvette smirks again “Yes, really.”

“Oh my gosh!” Voe exclaims, covering her mouth in glee “Oh my GOSH!”

“Yes, yes” she waves the excited model off “See? Giving me your soul wasn’t that bad right? I told you I can make your dreams come true.” Velvette puts her finger under Voe’s chin “But of course, you’re going to have to do better on info with the old-timey prick. Vox is insatiable. Have you got anything else?”

“I don’t think so. He just killed a group of demons yesterday, that’s all.”

“Really? Why?”

She shrugs “I don’t know. I guess he was mad or something,”

“Oh, the Radio Demon mad?” 

“I guess he blamed me, for my live or whatever.”

Velvette grins ”So he was embarrassed? Interesting. Any more?”

Voe chuckles “I mean, I don’t know if this is anything, but…” She rolls her eyes “Recently, he’s been doing this thing, where he like…” she snickers “Sniffs me? Whenever I’m in the same room as him?”

“Wow, what a creep,” Velvette says while on her phone

“But yeah I don’t know if that’s a big thing,”

“You’re doing great,” she grabs Voe’s waist, squeezing it “Keep up the good work.” She plants kisses on both sides of Voe’s face “Now take off the dress, don’t want it getting wrinkly.”

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Voe sits in the parlor with Angel, not doing anything really, just enjoying each other’s company, when Voe’s ears turn towards the stairs. She looks up and sees Alastor approaching, grin wide as ever, the smile actually reaching his eyes at this moment.

“Hi,” she says to him, then ducking behind the couch in case he’s still angry with her

“Good afternoon, my dear.” he stops behind the couch

“You look happy,” she comments

“Taking care of a group of degenerates did satisfy me, yes”

“That’s good,” she looks up at him “Real good”

The air is awkward between them as they stare at each other

“Oh my god, would you two FUCK already?! Preferably not here, cuz I already called this room.” Angel exclaims, finally looking up from his phone. Alastor stares at the spider, confused “What?” he gets back on his phone. Voe looks back and forth between the two men.

“Anyway, is there something you need?” he asks Voe

She looks away, chest warming “Uh, no. Just wanted to know how you’re doing. ‘Cuz um, you were upset with me before.”

“I am fine, my dear. I just hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

She nods meekly and lowers herself on the couch. She takes a moment before speaking again “That was pretty cool, yesterday. Taking out all those demons.” Her face is flush as she replays it in her head

“Are you well?” he sounds confused

“Yeah! Why?”

“Why are you being nice to me? What do you want?” He raises his brow

Angel mimes fellatio off to the side, Voe slaps his hands down. “Nothing! Would you rather me be mean?”

“Well that’s your default darling, can’t blame me for being surprised.”

She shrugs again “I just thought I’d give you a compliment.” She smiles, trying to hide her arousal

“Mhmm,” Alastor’s grin grows wider, looking as confident as possible

“Oh, look at this guy,” Angel says, turning around “Look toots, you fed his ego. That’s what you don’t do here!”

“No, I’m that guy” Alastor responds playfully

Voe raised her brows in surprise “Excuse me?”

His grin takes up his whole face “I’m that guy.”

“How do you know what that means? Who taught you that? Angel, did you teach him that?”

Alastor blows a kiss at her before shadow teleporting away. 

Voe stares at the spot where the stag once stood with wide eyes of disbelief. 

“Did he just-?” Angel stopped himself

Voe had no words to even say at this point. Her body was boiling and she had no control over anything at all.

She ran into him later on in the hallway, where he stopped her once again

“Fine afternoon it is, hmm?”

Voe stops in her tracks “What?”

“Lovely afternoon?” he raises his brow

“Oh, um I guess so.”

“What are you heading off to do?”

She looks up at the ceiling “Nothing…”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing, you’re practically red in the face, my dear”

Voe rubs her arm “That’s nothing,”

“Oh my, I hope you’re not getting sick,” He leans down, cupping her chin “My my, you’re quite warm,” he leaves his hand under her jaw

She leans into his palm, comfortable against his fingers. Once she realizes what she’s doing pulls back “Oh, I-“ 

Alastor regrips her chin to keep her from leaving “Your face seems very delicate. I wonder what you looked like alive and what was your name?”

She pulls herself together for a moment to question “Why do you want to know my name?”

“Oh come now, you know my true name,”

“That’s not fair, EVERYONE knows your true name! That’s all we call you!” Alastor smiles playfully “We don’t even have a nickname to call you!

He shrugs “What can I say? I’m proud of who I am,”

“I’ll tell you my name if you let me come up with a nickname for you,”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Fair Enough,”

“I’ll call you… Bambi.”

“Bambi?” He raises his brow

“Yes.”

“Fine then,” he twirls his cane “I’ll call you Belle.”

“Why?” She asked fiercely 

“Because you insist on misusing the word ‘Beau’ when the term Belle is the correct one.”

“It just means good-looking,”

“Technically true, but it is generally used towards men, to mean ‘handsome’.”

“There are handsome women.”

Alastor chuckles “You my dear, are not a handsome woman.”

Voe crosses her arms “There’d better be more to that statement.” 

He holds his cane with both of his hands “First off, you are small. Your face is round and your features are soft. Your eyes are piercing but in a gentle way. Your skin is supple and smooth, and your lips are full and plump. Your entire look and demeanor exude femininity. Which isn’t bad of course. But it isn’t how one would define ‘handsome’.” In the time that he was speaking, a blush had crept up the doe’s face. “So I shall call you Belle. It is more appropriate.”

“You already call me Voe,” her voice lowering slightly

“Yes, but that is not a nickname, it is your new name.”

Her eyes dart around before landing on the man’s face. She takes it in and really looks at him, getting lost in his features, he notices of course and his smile turns cocky as her body grows warm once more.

“It’s Vera.” She says between heavy breaths “My given name is Vera.”

Alastor places both of his hands behind his back “My my, that’s a beautiful name! And very fitting for you and your face. I think I like it more than ‘Voe’ actually!”

“Yeah, well my name down here is ‘Voe’, so don’t go around calling me that in front of other people.”

Alastor leans down to meet her eyes, his scent hitting Voe right in the nose “But it’s fine in private?” he asks, his crimson eyes riddled with mischievous intent, as he was unaware of what his look and his tone were doing to her body right now.

“I mean, I guess if that’s what you want..” she mumbles, blushing and unable to cope with how close he was to her face.

“Lovely,” his pitch lowered and his radio filter removed, to reveal a smooth and suave, voice that had been hidden all along. Voe could not do this right now, she was going insane, because Alastor was doing so many attractive things and he wasn’t backing away, so she couldn’t even hide her face.

He finally stood up straight once more, his arms and his cane in front of him.

“Well, I have some business to handle at the moment, but do come and find me again” he removes the filter and lowers his voice once more “Vera,” before he dissipates in front of her

She was finally able to breathe once he left, and luckily she didn’t expose the waterfall she felt between her legs.

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Voe arrived at the studio at 7 AM with a bunch of bustling women. Velvette had sent a car to pick her up, filled with coffee and hot chocolate which she was currently sipping as she entered. She didn’t understand how people could be so full of energy this early in the morning.

“Put that over there-! What are you doing with that?! I did NOT tell you to touch that! Put it down! Are you an idiot?! Yeah, you! Are you an idiot?! No, I’m actually asking! ARE YOU A FUCKING IDIOT, YOU BITCH ASS CUNT?! MELISSA, FOR THE FIFTH TIME, OVER HERE!” Velvette turns in every direction screaming at every possible person “Valentino! What are you doing?!”

The moth stood in the corner of the studio, with a compact “I’m powdering my nose bebita,”

“Don’t baby me motherfucker! Get off your buggy ass and HELP ME!!” the makeup artist trailing behind Velvette was having a hard time placing the makeup on her face

“Oh, Miss Velvette-“

The doll ignored her “Get off your ASS!”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Get your actors together! They’re in the corner FUCKING EACH OTHER!!”

Valentino turns to see his actors in a giant orgy “Come on amorcitos,” His mouth spreads into a devilish grin “Without me?”

“UGH!” she stomps her foot in frustration

“You know, that’s very unattractive for a lady,”

“Valentino…help me or I will kick your ass!”

The moth man purrs “Don’t threaten me with a good time,”

Velvette’s rage bubbles over, she turns and grabs a cup of coffee from Melissa, throwing it at Val “DAMN IT VALENTINO!!”

“Okay okay!” He flinches away from the scalding coffee

Voe stands in the corner and watches all of the chaos, sipping the remains of her hot chocolate. Another demoness comes and taps her on the shoulder, making her flinch.

“Oh, um sorry. Are you Voe?” she asked

“Yes,”

“Um, I was assigned to you. To do your makeup.”

Voe hands her the cup “Can you throw this out?”

“Oh, uh okay,” She takes the cup and walks off

Voe walks up to her boss, not knowing if it’s okay to touch her “Um Velvette,”

“WHOEVER IS ORGANIZING THESE FILES IS GETTING FIRED!!” she throws them on the ground “MELISSA PICK THESE UP!!”

“Velvette?”

“WHAT? What?” She turns to Voe. “Go over there and get changed!” She points to a corner

Voe heads over to her area that’s partitioned off, there hangs the dress she had tried on. A slim-fit hot pink bodycon dress with one puffed sleeve. She pulled it up over her body, noticing the extra padding in her breast area since the last time.

“What do you mean you lost her?? She’s in her corner!! WHERE YOU SHOULD BE!!!!!! I swear the NEXT PERSON who is in the wrong place is getting FIRED!!!!!”

The makeup artist comes behind the partition “Oh, there you are. Can I take down your hair?”

Voe shrugs “It’s your job,”

The makeup artist runs her hands through Voe’s curls, pulling them back into a ponytail. After about ten minutes she turned Voe around to reveal the final look. “And voila!”

Voe looks at herself, she looks like a clown. The foundation is 5 shades too light and none of the colors or styles match her features “What did you do to my face?”

Velvette comes in “All right we’ve got about 10 minutes I hope you’re finished,”

Voe turns to her boss “Look what she did to my face!”

Velvette snatches the model’s face, turning it vigorously. She looks at the makeup artist “You’re fired. Get out now! AND LEAVE THE MAKEUP! I swear I have to do everything myself around here!” She sprays Voe’s face with a spray bottle “Don’t move!’

Thirty minutes later Voe leaves the partition with her makeup done perfectly, pink eyelids to match the dress, perfectly done eyebrows, and highlighted cheekbones with a natural lined lip. She steps out into the studio waiting on Velvette’s word.

“All right, you’re good. Come,” She zips up the dress from behind her and leads her to the studio. “Valentino, are your actors ready or not?!”

Voe tilts her head, squinting in Val’s direction. He’s yelling at someone, yanking them by their arms and grabbing them around the throat.

“Valentino!”

“WHAT?!”

“Stop playing with your boy toy and get him on set!” She crosses her arms

Val whispers something else to the demon and throws him toward the rest of the models and actors, as he comes forward Voe can see that it’s Angel.

“Angel?” She calls her friend “Angel,” she calls slightly louder

Velvette snaps in front of her “Voe, pay attention. You need to be here.” She points at a spot in the middle “You’re right in the center, so you’re getting the most attention. You’re my flagship model, so you have to be on your A-game. Hey! Are you listening?”

“Yes yes, I’m listening.”

“Good. Alright! We’re going to be doing the group photos first, then individuals! After that, my employees can go home. I have no idea what Valentino has planned for the rest of you! Let’s do it!”

They posed for hours as Velvette insisted on more and more photos. Moments where she had to stop and physically reposition some models, or where Valentino came to have a ‘chat’ with some of his actors about smiling. Angel was positioned next to her and in between moments of shooting, she tried to take quick glances at him. She was unsure if he was so in the zone that he didn’t notice her or if she was being ignored. There was a moment where Velvete and Valentino started arguing about whether or not some of the models and actors should make out, which is when she made her move to speak.

“Angel,” she whispered, trying not to move out of position

“Huh?” he finally responded

“I didn’t know you were gonna be here,”

“Yeah, it’s for the actors and models…” he trails off

She glances at him “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,”

“You looked kinda sad,”

“Nah,”

“Are you sure?”

He nods “I’m sure,” 

“Okay,” she puts her face back the way it was before, just in time for Velvette to continue the shoot.

After another hour Velvette yelled out “Alright the rest of you fuck off, we want some of just you two,” she pointed at her and Angel “Okay I want you two back to back for this one”

“Ay Chiquita, this is boring!” Val walks onto the set “Why don’t we sex it up?” He shimmies toward Velvette

She shrugs “Why not?”

“We should have your little doe here sit on Ángel’s lap,” he grins with pleasure

She looks up at her friend, seeing his discomfort with that suggestion

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She speaks between her teeth

“Yes,” he mumbles

“You look like you’re gonna throw up.”

“I’m fine.” he grits his teeth

He sits down and she sits on top of his lap as instructed.

“Put your arms around her waist,” the moth tells the spider. He leans down to speak to Voe “Relax chica, he doesn’t bite, back up,” he pushes her back by her shoulders onto Angel’s crotch. She hears the spider huff and then groan. This earns him an evil eye from Valentino, displeased with the noise.

“Can we hurry this up, we still have singles to take!”

“You heard her Angel, hurry this up.” Val’s voice bordering on threatening

Angel pulls Voe closer, she is for once aware of the tension in the room but isn’t exactly sure what to do. 

“Great, take the pictures,” Velvette calls

“Ooh, how about another where you two kiss each other.”

“I swear you are not using that picture,”

Valentino grins disgustingly “I’m using it for something,”

The doll rolls her eyes “I swear, you love wasting my time. Whatever, get it over with.”

“What’s a kiss between friends?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Voe stands up

“I do have other things to do Valentino,” Vel rolls her eyes

Voe waves her arms “Excuse me?” Both the Overlords turn to look at her 

“Is there a problem?” Vel asks

She looks around “Yeah, what the fuck are we doing?”

“A photoshoot?” Val says condescendingly

“Yeah, why are we kissing though?”

“Just to liven things up a bit,”

“Yeah, but he’s super gay though.”

Val raises an eyebrow “Oh, does Angel have a problem?” He looks behind her at the spider, who lowers his head

“No, this is all me.”

Val turns to Velvette “You did say this is your employee, right?”

Velvette scoffs “Oh fuck off.” She turns to Voe “What’s the problem?”

“I just don’t understand why we’re throwing in random shit,”

She rolls her eyes “So you don’t want to do it?”

“I want to do the photo shoot, but maybe not this…?”

Vel turns to Val “She doesn’t want to do it.”

Valentino sneers at the doe, and then his smile returns “Fine, fine. It was just a suggestion,”

“I’m okay with doing it,” Angel chirps up, but it’s too late

“Nope, we’re moving on!”  Velvette calls out, shooing Angel off. He walks over to his boss who snatches him up and starts berating him like before.

“Let’s get you in a two-piece,” Velvette suggests off to the side. Meanwhile, Voe is too busy watching her friend be degraded by his boss. Velvette snaps in her face “Voe!”

“Huh? Yes?”

“I said, let’s get you in a two-piece, come on pay attention!”

“Yes, of course,” she says taking one last glance 

The singles went by fine enough, they had her posing with a hot pink whip, one where she lays down with her legs kicking upward, and one where she’s squatting with her back to the camera. It all went by so fast since she wasn’t thinking about herself. In all her free moments she kept staring back at Angel to see how he was doing, and every time he wore the same grim expression, though she knew he would never admit that something was wrong. Once her singles were over, she was dismissed from the shoot.

“Um, is it okay if I stay and watch?”

“Whatever, just take off the outfit.”

When it came time for Angel’s singles, Valentino was up and present. Angel does a bevy of sexy and provocative poses as Val just watches him. Voe swore she could see a bulge rising in the moth’s pants. Gross. She thought. 

“Finally, we’re done. You are all dismissed!” Velvette screams out, walking back into her office.

Voe walks up to Angel “Hey,”

“Hey,” he sounds monotone

“I watched your singles.”

Angel smiles “Oh yeah, what’d you think?”

She smiles back “I think you sir, were born to be on camera.”

He looks flattered “You weren’t so bad yourself,”

“Thanks,” he nods at her smiling “Did you wanna go home together?”

“Yeah, sure I-“

“Angel baby,” Valentino calls for him “Let’s go,”

Angel’s face falls “I’ll just see you back at the Hotel,”

“You don’t want me to wait for you?”

“No,” he shakes his head “Just go I’ll be fine.”

“Okay…” She glances back at Valentino, who looks a bit too smug for her taste. She squints her eyes at him “Okay, bye.” She holds her arms out for a hug, Angel goes to hug her back, but Valentino calls again

“Angel,” more stern this time

“Bye,” Angel says and follows his boss out of the studio.

Voe stands in the same spot watching after them for a while before going back up to her boss who jumps at her presence.

“Fuck! Warn a bitch next time! Almost gave me a fucking heart attack!”

“Is Valentino like that all the time?” she asked with no lead-up

She scoffs “Nah, he’s just a big baby,”

“That was pretty weird, no?”

“That’s just business.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“What?” 

“The whole ‘trying to make us kiss’ thing?”

“Nah, he’s just weird. and annoying. Ugh Throwing me off schedule. I swear those two are always throwing me off schedule.”

But Voe isn’t listening “Is there something weird going on?”

Velvette blinks at her “What do you mean?”

“Like, with him and Angel.”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

Velvette turns stern “Voe.”

“Yes?”

“Do you work for Valentino or do you work for me?”

“I work for you,”

“So focus on what I tell you to do and not what’s going on over there. Got it?”

Voe lowers her eyes and volume “Yes ma’am.”

________________________________________________________

Voe enters from the front doors and approaches the bar where Husker drunkenly stares off into nothing.

“Hey Husk,” she waves her hand in his face

“Hey you,” and stares past her

“I’d like a drink, and you have to make it for me now.” She purses her lips in superiority

The bartender scoffs and rolls his eyes in her direction

“What?”

“I can’t believe he has me making you this trash,”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t get it. He’s killed other demons for less than all the shit you’ve pulled since you got here. Why are you still breathing?” An exasperated Husk questions the doe at the bar

“Because he likes me,” she responded confidently 

“No, but really”

“I’m serious! He likes me!” Voe insisted to the bartender

“That son of a bitch doesn’t like anyone.”

She taps the table excitedly “Well, he likes me. I’m sure of it!”

Husk sucks his teeth “Yeah, whatever.” He slides her the glass, which she happily takes and sips with grace. Over towards the couches, Voe could hear familiar footsteps approaching.

“Speak of the Devil,” she says in a sing-song tone.

Alastor sits on the couch reading, while Charlie and Vaggie are conversing with one another. Voe approaches him after downing her drink.

“Hi,” she whispers in his ear

Alastor looks up to acknowledge her “Good evening,”

“What’s that?”

“This my dear is a book,”

She rolls her eyes “Duh. How are you?”

“I’m quite well, how was your work?”

She leans on the back of the couch “Fun,”

“Is it all you’ve ever dreamed of?” He asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice

“Hmm, I suppose so.”

“Good for you, darling,” He returns his attention to the book in his hands.

Voe stared down at the overlord sitting and fought with an overwhelming impulse. She fought…and lost. Bending forward toward his side profile, he felt her breath on his skin, but before he could turn and react, she took her elongated tongue and dragged it up from his chin to his eye. Alastor slowly turns his head up and stares at her like she’s lost her mind. Charlie and Vaggie see this and wait with bated breath.

“I’m sorry, is there something wrong with you?” He stands, his hands behind his back

She looks to the side “I don’t think so.”

“Then, why on earth would you put your tongue on me? On my face no less.”

“Why do you have such a lickable face?” He stares at her stunned “Besides, I just had the urge. You can’t lick me back because I have makeup on.” She smiles smugly “But idk. Deer tingz” she waves him off

“Regardless of your reasoning, it was entirely inappropriate, and I expect it never to be repeated. Are we clear?”

His stern tone has her dripping, she bats her eyes coyly and nods, answering “Yes Mr. Radio Demon.”

He squints, full of frustration “I don’t feel like you’re taking me seriously,”

Voe can’t help but stare at him, drinking in his body “Oh I am,” 

Alastor begins to stretch unnaturally, his limbs elongate in strange and monstrous ways. His antlers grow enormous. His eyes turn black and his mouth drips with blood, while he emits deer screeching. 

“A̶̧͔̘͕͈̱̥̍̃ͅr̷̮̪͕͐̃̎ë̵̤̫̼̜͍̞́ ̴̨͇͚̦͚̒̌͒̾̌̅̐̂w̸̭̙̮̐͌̓́͌̅ȩ̴̬͙͓̠̩̝̦̻͒͐̄̊̀̈́̏͂͐ ̸̧̮̜̟̫̫̖̰̻̪͌̑̅̂̕͘͝͠͝c̸̡͖̹͖͎̾̿̋̊͝͠͠ͅl̸̠͚͊̿̿̽̄͋͐̚͘͝ͅẹ̸̱͖͔͉͉̝͚̄̌͋̌̕ą̵̮̖̘̏͂r̷͕̰̫̮͍̺̾͂̕͝?̶̲̖̠͕̫̺̼̮̻̌̔̊̑” His voice distorts, sounding more radio than human

But surprisingly, Voe just takes a step back, her eyes widening, and bites her lip, looking absolutely giddy. She nods again and releases her lip staring at him with an open mouth. 

“I love it when you get scary,” she grins maniacally.

He returns to his normal form with a look of shock, disgust, confusion, amusement, and intrigue on his face, his smile still intact. “Are you unwell?”

She leans in, standing on her tiptoes “Are you?” 

His eyes settle, determining that his interest was warranted. 

“See this is the shit I’m talking about!” Husk calls from the bar

Alastor gathers his book and shadows away, unclear of how to proceed with this interaction

“Bye,” she says, waving at the empty spot

Hours later Angel finally walks through the door, looking battered and bruised. He heads towards the stairs to get to his room. Voe chases after him.

“Hey,” she touches his shoulder, and he turns around. She can see that he has a black eye. “Oh my gosh! What happened to you?”

He waves it off “Rough shoot,”

“You did a whole nother shoot?”

Angel furrows his brows “Well, I am an actor.”

“Is that where you got that black eye from?”

“Like I said, rough shoot.” He sighs “I’m going to bed.”

“Wait, Angel.” He turns back looking kind of annoyed “You’d let me know if you weren’t okay, right?”

He pauses for a second “Yeah,” he responds, and walks away. But she already knows that he’s lying.

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A/N: ok so the smut is below this line here; just a head's up!

Lucifer hears a knock on his door while he’s lying in his bed, thinking about anything and everything, so he is quite grateful for the distraction.

“Hi,” Voe stood in his doorway

“Hey Ducky, come in come in.” she does and he closes the door behind her

She turns around abruptly and states “I need a favor,”

“Yeah, anything.” 

She shakes her head “No, you don’t understand. Thank you so much for the duck and all but this next favor is like a huge deal.”

“Okay…” He says somewhat confused

“Okay, so I’ve been feeling really emotional, and everything’s buzzing in my head and everywhere I go, I start heating up becauseeveryoneisreallysexyandIdon’tknowwhattodowithmyselformybodyrightnowbecauseI’msoconfused-“

Lucifer grabs her shoulder “Whoa, hey. Just tell me what you want. I promise I’ll do it.”

She gulps and takes a deep breath “Will you have sex with me?”

Lucifer blinks in stunned shock and doesn’t answer immediately. Voe feels a pit in her stomach as her embarrassment grows

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” She turns to leave when Lucifer snaps back into reality 

“Hey! You don’t have to leave!”

“No it’s fine! I’ll go!”

“Voe…”

“No!” She yells her face burning

Just before she reaches the door, Lucifer grabs her arm, pulling her back and against his chest. He wraps that arm around her waist and plants a deep kiss on her lips. When he pulls away, he says “I said, whatever you want, I’ll do it.” With his thumb on her chin. 

Voe grabs Lucifer’s face and pulls him back into another kiss. They grab at each other like they can’t control themselves, he reaches up cupping her breast in his hand and massaging it through her clothes. She moans at the sensation, and the throbbing in her clothed cunt grows more intense. Lucifer uses his magic to lock the bedroom door and leads her over to his bed, where he has her sit.

He looks up at her “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes,” she replies quickly, ready to be taken by the King.

He goes down and removes her pants, kissing all the way up her legs until he reaches her soaked panties, planting a kiss there as well. He had caught a taste of her wetness and was now craving more on his legs, on his cock, on his tongue. He takes off his shirt and his hands under hers, lifting it off. He returns to her chest to rub and pinch her nipples through her bra, Voe moaning all the while. She pulls him close with her legs as she feels herself getting wetter and wetter. Lucifer’s cock jumps against the restraints of his pants and underwear, but for now, he ignores it as pools down her bra and sucks on each nipple, switching between them until he pulls them both together and sucks on them at the same time. 

Voe pushes his face into her breasts “Harder,” she commands him “Suck them harder,” as his suction on them increases. He pops them out of his mouth and lies her down by gently laying on top of her. 

He traps her lips in a kiss as twists and plays with her nipples, moving down to her neck, kissing and licking. 

“Let your king hear you, baby,” he whispers to her “Make some noise for Your Majesty,” he sucks on her neck making her moan as he pinches her nipples, leading to her first orgasm of the night. 

“Oh cumming for me already? Well, I’m not finished with you yet,” he holds her by the throat. 

He walks his hand down to her panties, peeling them off. He’s smacked in the face with the tasty scent of her dripping cunt.  

“Wanna unbuckle me, Ducky? Hmm?” He bites his lip 

She unbuckles his pants and pulls them down, along with his boxers to set free his thick white cock. Voe bites her lip and pumps it, just to feel it in her hand. Lucifer moans her name at this touch. 

She lines the tip up to her soaking core “Take me now please,” she whimpers, as he enters her cunt, pumping slowly and gently, while losing his mind at how wet she is. 

“It feels so good Ducky, do I make you feel good?”

She nods, reaching up for him, her palms slapping down on his back. He increases his speed, feeling the bed shaking slightly. 

“Yes,” She moans looking up at him. “You’re so hot Luci, so fucking hot,”

His neck reddens. “You’re so fucking sexy,” increasing his thrusting speed once more while his expert fingers find their way to her swollen clit.  Another orgasm ripped through her body, harder than the first as Lucifer excitedly pulled out from her and laid on his back, hungrily stating “Sit on my face,”

Voe’s eyes widen “Are you sure?” She asks self-consciously

He nods and sticks out some of his forked tongue “Yes. I have to taste you, gotta have that pussy on my tongue” he wiggles his tongue at her

“Okay,” she giggles at his excitement before lowering herself onto him, instantly feeling his tongue making its way around her folds, licking up the access wetness around her cunt then landing on her actual lips. She moans as his tongue finds and flicks her clit, circling it reverently before finally inserting his tongue into her cunt. Voe moans as she can feel his tongue expertly slithering deep inside her and stimulating all the sensitive spots of her walls, this sensation made her twitch not just with her cunt but her entire body. He reaches up, grabbing her waist to still her as if to say sit and feel this pleasure I’m giving you.

She rocks back and forth, creating friction against her clit, Lucifer returns his attention to the bud, gently sucking on it to intensify her current sensations. Her third orgasm took them both by surprise as she dripped all over Lucifer’s face, just after he finished licking it up. She gets off of him blushing, harder than ever before. 

He sits up with a giant grin “That was great! Are you down for one more?”

Voe bites her tongue “Yes” 

“Amazing,” his eyes turn red as his voice swells with lust “Get on your knees for me okay?”

She obliges and he pushes her top half down, so only her butt is in the air. She heard him reach over to the side of the bed, then felt him place something on her head. It was his hat. 

“Since you love to wear it, I figured you could wear it while you take my cock. Is that okay?” He whispered

She nods in response while Lucifer stands. The very next thing she feels is his fingers teasing her folds as if she wasn’t wet enough. He dips them inside her for just a few seconds to make her jump. He then rubs the tip of his cock against her puffy clit, just to tease her further.  

When he finally does enter her, he does so just as gently as before but picks up much quicker than earlier. He’s holding her by her hips, listening to her moans, and watching his hat bounce on her head. 

The more he fucked her, the wetter she became, dripping all over his cock. He pulls her so she’s in an upright position, so he can hold her by the throat. 

Feeling him deep inside her as he thrusts upwards, he’s able to play with her clit as well as watch her breasts bounce from behind her. 

“That’s right baby, bounce on your King’s cock.” He whispers to her, kissing her shoulder. “Fuck!” He yells out

Voe’s eyes are closed tightly so she can focus on feeling the pleasure. Lucifer’s voice in her ear just added something extra, she reaches behind her and pulls him close, he bites her shoulder with his sharp teeth. Besides their breathing, all that can be heard is the sound of her wetness, sticky and dripping on the bed. 

“Fuck! I’m gonna-“She doesn’t even finish her sentence before the waves of intense pleasure burst through her body. She lets her head fall, Lucifer picks it back up and buries his face in the crook of her neck, as he fucks her through it. The waves get smaller and smaller until she twitches one final time, which allows Lucifer to empty inside her. They stay in that position until they are both still. Then she flops off of him onto the bed. 

She feels him touch her arm, “How do you feel?” 

“Better,” she says without moving “Like I can actually think now, so thank you.” She turns to him and smiles 

“No, thank you,” he grins handing her a bottle of water “That has been on my mind since we kissed.” He heads to the bathroom 

She drinks from the bottle and laughs “You could’ve asked!” She calls after him

He comes back into the room with a towel and dabs her face and body with it, removing her sweat. “I know,” he chuckles “I guess I was nervous,”

Voe raises a brow “The most powerful being in Hell, nervous to ask me for sex?”

He laughs again, dabbing her legs now “You may not notice, but you’ve got some power yourself, Voe. Your confidence is legendary, and it can intimidate even me,” he walks his fingers up her legs as she drinks more from the water bottle. 

“Thank you,” she says suddenly 

"For what?” He sits next to her 

“Reminding me,” 

[lavellyne]

[OC] gabrielle. 🌟

--- more on paytweon.

[zillasvilla]

Chapter 2: Danger Zone

Rebellion in The Shadows: Chapter one

Warnings: abortion, choking, medical racism, death Explicit 18 plus only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Pairings: Joseph Anoa’i x Original Character.

Summary: What Joseph thought would be a normal first day as chief quickly turned south. Can he get it under control?

I would suggest listening to this while reading the chapter. It’s very calming. Especially if you’re a slow reader like me.

Joe was seething in anger at the thought of the girl not having eaten. He specifically told..no..ordered Solo to make sure she was cleaned up and fed. Now here she was, scarfing down the several fruits he offered her for breakfast. What he thought would be enough to satisfy her hunger while he waited for the village doctor.

”Slow down.” He reaches over to grab her hand. A tinge of pain in his eyes when she flinched away from him. Guarding the food like some wild animal. If it wasn’t for his cousin’s spouses cleaning her up, she would’ve looked like one.

Her hair still in the two braids from the night before, and a new set of clothes that swallowed her tiny frame. He steps back and passes her another bowl of fruit, holding his hand up when she tries to gather a bunch at once. “Eat what’s in your hand first.”

She scarfs down what’s left in her hand, and grabs a fruit in both hands. Juices running down her chin, eyes rolling at the sweet flavor of whatever she was eating. He shakes his head with a smile, using his own hand to clean her chin. He ignores the way she flinches, determined to get to the root of the problem sooner or later. 

“Is it good?”  She nods, not looking at him, digging in the bowl. He grabs her hands gently, feeling his own hands warm up. “Don’t eat too much, too fast, save some for later.” Her mouth moves slowly, letting the now chewed fruit slide down her throat. The hunger in her belly sated for the moment.

”Good girl.”He mutters, grabbing a rag to wipe her mouth. 

“My tribal chief. Is everything alright?”

He hums standing to straighten his back and tosses the rag somewhere in the small hut. “No Rafi. Everything is not alright.” He claps his hands in front of him, turning slightly, “I need to see if she can be healed.”

Rafi turns his gaze from his chief to the young girl sitting on the brown wood carved table. Her darker-skinned complexion let him know she was an outsider. Her brown eyes looked back at him in wonder. Her childlike demeanor made him wonder who she was. Although curious, he would have to refuse.

”No, I can’t not heal her.”  Rafi stands his ground. 

Joe lets out a deep sigh, rolling his shoulders back, before looking down at the shorter man. “Why.”

“She is an outsider. During your father’s time as chief. He specifically ordered me to not treat any ou-“

”Bullshit.” He couldn’t believe Rafi was going to stand there and lie on his father’s name. If his father was really like that; his cousins’ spouses would not be here. His head slowly tilts, with the crossing of his arms over his now puffed out chest. Daring him to lie again. “Try that again.”

The fomai didn’t want whatever he said to bite him in the ass, but he stood firm on his beliefs. “During the rise of your father as Matai, He opened the island to visitors. It was nice for a while, until we were invaded.”

Joe knew the story of how they were almost overrun by foreigners. He didn’t blame his dad for that.  Rafi continues the story, explaining how the foreigners were destroying their land, their crops and their homes. He could remember his uncles talking about this attack. all the time. As he got older Matai Sika would drill it into his head to never let it happen again, knowing he would be the next Chief.

”It was a horrible massacre of our people that we had surrendered. It took years to get Samuelu back and I refuse to watch it happen again.”  

Joseph let’s a smiling chuckle, pinching the bridge of his nose. Opting to keep his cool, not wanting to scare the girl who was now looking between the two. Still, laughing to himself, he looks at a confused Rafi. “So you’re a racist.” 

“No chief.” 

“You’re standing here refusing to help a defenseless woman. It makes me seem like you are.” 

“I’m not Matai! We don’t help her kind on this island.”

Joe looks up to the sky, nodding while his hand scratches under his beard. Slightly agitated as realization set in. Trinity, Valentina, and Tiana, look just like the girl on the table. He’s wondered how long he refused his family because of them. He turns to the girl then back to Rafi. He wasn’t in the mood for the back and forth. He had things to do. “Where’s your wife? Is he here?”

Rafi nods “She’s here chief.”

He forms a small smirk at the corner of his mouth, eyes glancing at Rafi’s own, seeing the fear in them. “Go get her.” He nods to the door. 

“My chief..” Rafi protests. He didn’t want his wife touching this filth. But, the menacingly glint behind the son of Sika’s eyes, froze his further movements to protest.

”That’s right. Your CHIEF.”  Joe steps closer, towering over the shorter man. He would hate to have to make an example out of him. At least not on his first day as Matai Joseph Anoa’i.  “I hate repeating myself, Rafi.”

He left with a quickness, not wanting to anger the chief further. He finds his wife mixing different plants together. “Sevia. Come now.” He urges. Sevia drops what she;s doing, drying her hands on her apron. Rafi rushes her into the room. Joe was standing there, arms crossed as he looked between them two.

”My chief....” Sevia starts.

“She needs medical assistance.” 

The wooden table felt cold to her skin as she laid back. Sevia removed her shirt, a soft gasp of shock leaving her lips. Joe’s body flexes, breathing through his nose, he calms himself down, only for it to dissipate at the removal of her pants and too big shoes. The dark bruises slowly fading, but still very prominent. The cuts on her legs scabbing over. Sevia wasn’t sure on how to treat this.

”My chief..If I may..what happened to her?” 

That was something he couldn’t answer, but he had a feeling he knew where she came from. He watches Sevia examine her body closely, noticing the wince on the girl's face when she grabbed her wrists a little too rough.

”I’d be careful if I were you.” His tone startled them both. He had noticed the way Sevia was looking at her. He noted the lace of disgust behind her curious gaze. He was itching for her to say something out of pocket.

”It’s just. I have never seen anything like it.”  She grabs the girl’s leg, once again being too rough with her. 

Joe stares at her, understanding the hidden meaning in her statement. An irritated scratch to the area under his beard, he grabs Sevia’s arm in a tight grip. The woman groans in pain, reaching to pry his fingers off, but the glare he pointed at her had her paralyzed in place.

”I didn’t ask you what you’ve seen.”  He speaks slowly in her ear. His grip tightening around the cuff of her bicep. “ I ordered you to help her. Don’t test my patience.” 

“Yes..my chief.” 

He roughly lets her go, making her stumble. Sevia catches her footing, moving around the tight space to gather the necessary items she needed. The young girl laid there, oblivious to what was going on. Joe had noticed she fell asleep, an amused smile on his face. He chuckles when he notices her hand moving around the table, before dipping into the bowl of fruit. The peeled Moli (oranges) touching her lips. He keeps a watchful eye on Sevia. Her nervous stature hunched over her body, applying several different herbal remedies to her bruised skin. 

“How often should she do that.?”

”Uhm, every other day. Best to do it before bed. I need to check down below, mind giving us som—“

‘No.” He cuts her off, moving to the opposite side of the table, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Hurry it up.”

”Yes sir.” 

The young girl frowns at her legs being pushed open. She draws her legs back and tries to sit up. Joe notices her discomfort, and places a hand on her shoulder. the warm sensation filling his body yet again. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” He whispers, using the fruit to distract her from him laying her down again. “Just want to make sure you’re okay.” 

The fruit did little to distract her from Sevia, pushing her fingers inside of her vagina. The discomfort was unbearable while Sevia prodded her fingers around her insides, before pulling them out. Sevia’s look of concern had him alert.

”What is it.?” He looks at Sevia.

”She’s uh..pregnant.”  

His eyes flicker between the two of them, before he stares at nothing. Joe’s mind is running a mile a minute; contemplating on what he’s about to say next. 

“Abort it.” 

“Chief! that is her decision to make!” Sevia shouts. He may be the new chief and has finally say so on things, but this was still her body. It was still her choice. She noticed the slight head tilt, and rolling of his shoulders. The anger visible in his eyebrows. She really had the audacity to yell at him. 

“I hate repeating myself, Sevia.”  His eyes close while scratching his head. “I would hate to tell your husband why you have two broken hands.” 

“I don't....“ she closes her mouth, looking between him and the girl. Who wasn’t phased at Joe’s threat. She couldn’t. “I just think we should ask her.”

”Okay. I’ll humor you.” He turns to the girl, a hand on her back as he leaned down, their eyes locked on each other as he spoke. “You’re pregnant. Do you want it.” The girl knew what he was asking, a baby is growing in her. Something she remembers her mom talking about. She had begun to remember her name. Averi. She wanted to talk, but her body and mind was telling her not to. She couldn't tell whether or not she was ever here. 

The only thing she could do was shake her head no, turning back to the last of the fruit. The sweet juicy fruit soothing her throat. They thought she would put up a fight.  to her she wasn’t ready to have a baby. Joseph, as she learned, would keep her safe. She wasn’t scared.

“I won’t tell you again, so do what you gotta do.” He gains their attention again, grabbing her clothes, to redress her. The jacket he was wearing now enveloping her frame. Flicking his fingers at her “Use your feet.” A blank expression behind his eyes. 

Sevia frowns, but does as told. He watches her shift around, grabbing certain herbs, and fruits, using a mortar to grind it down to a spice like texture. Grabbing a wooden cup, she fills it with fire boiled water, mixing the ground up ingredients.

“Take a sip.” He demands.

’What-“

He puts the cup to Sevia’s lip. “Drink some and swallow.”  She probably thought he was crazy for asking, but he couldn’t be too safe. Joseph made sure she took a sip, watching the liquid go down her throat. He waits for any sort of reaction, before placing the cup to her lips.

”Here doll. Take a sip.” He holds the cup to her mouth, his left hand resting on the back of her head. She places her lips around the rim, letting him tilt her head back. The luke-warm liquid, soothing her aching throat.

”Good girl.” He whispers. “What happens now?” He looks at Sevia, breaking her from a curious daze.

”In the next couple of days it will end the pregnancy and clean out her system. her bruises and wrists will take time, but they already started the process of fading.” 

Joe, holding her hand while letting her get down from the table. “You and your husband will be stepping down from the village doctor position.”

’Chief!.” She goes to protest. The intense glare in his eyes shuts her up. 

“It’s either that or death, your choice.” He hoped she picked the latter, but her reluctant nod, and shuffling of feet said otherwise. First day as chief and it’s already some shit.

The smell of wood burning, and fish frying filled her nose. She was salivating at the mouth, as Joe guided her back into her temporary home. The aching pain in her legs, subsiding the more she walked.

”Doll.” She looks at him, knowing he was talking to her. He hadn’t thought to ask for her name. He wasn’t sure she had one. He settled on Doll, That’s what she was. A pretty little thing with doll-like features, that were sure to fill out once she got real food in her stomach. Jey comes into view, a goofy grin on his face as he opens the door. Solo behind him, carefully watching Doll.

She’s looking up at him, figuring he was talking to her. He looks down at the smaller woman. “Are you hungry?” 

She nods eagerly, a throaty laugh leaves his lips. Looking back at Jey and Solo, he zeroes in on the laughing Jey ,wondering where the other one was.

"Go find your brother, and meet me out back.” He orders, pushing him to the side to let Doll through. Her nose follows the scent, joining the women in the kitchen who were in the kitchen. Valentina instantly greets her with a smile. Joe turns to back to Jey, closing the door. 

”He’s outside Uce. something about wild animals eating the crops.” 

He watches her in the kitchen with the women, tasting the lunch for today. Calmly he looks between Jey and Solo “Why didn’t she eat?

“She fell asleep after the girls cleaned her up-."Jey begins.

”I told them to let her sleep.” Solo interrupts. Joe points his eyes at him and nods, walking past him. A reassuring pat on Solo’s shoulders confuses the brothers. 

“Next, time I tell you an order, I expect it to be followed through.” He peeks into the kitchen, seeing the girls showing her how to cook whatever it is they were making. “Let’s go.” 

The power and presence of his walk could be felt from miles away. His new position as Matai, made his aura dominating. It was hard to not fall in line when he commanded. They look on as Jimmy works on a fence to keep wild animals out of the crop garden. Solo and Jey grab their own tools to help. Jimmy, finally looking up, wipes the sweat off his face with the ends of his shirt. He glances briefly at Joe, seeing the furrowed crease in his eyes and the tight tension in his jaw.

”You good Uce?” 

“Zilla and a few others found a crashed military plane out by the light house.”  He lets out a frustrated sigh. “Second one this month.”

Solo, now intrigued by the new found information looks to his stressed out chief. “I can go check it out.”  Joe appreciated his eagerness to snuff out potential dangers. 

“As much as I appreciate that Solo..The twins will do it.”

The sounds of teeth kissing and lips smacking causes him to look in their direction. “Is there a problem?”

“Nah. No problem.” Jey mutters, smacking his twin on the back. “We’ll go after lunch.”

A knowing smirk forms on Joe’s face, content with their answers. “Then let’s go eat boys.” 

Jimmy was the first to drop his tools, clapping his hands together to rub them in circles to get off excess dirt. “Bout time. Starvin’.”

Joseph enjoyed having his family at the table for all the meals. He preferred it that way. It made him feel normal. He sat at the head of the table. Doll to his right side, with Trinity next to her. Valentina had placed the last of the vegetables on the table, sitting next to Jey who was on his left. Everyone grabs hands, Averi, not as dumb as she looks, places her hands in Trinity and Joe’s. Their eyes closed and heads bowed, Joe leads the prayer. 

“Dear heavenly gracious father, let us thank you for this food that has been prepared by the hands of the blessed women in our lives. Let it nourish our mind and our bodies, in your name we pray, amene”

”amene”.

Joe, being the head, would have served himself first, instead he served Doll first, putting heaping portions on her plate. Everyone doing the same while going into side conversations. The clinking of forks hitting the plate gained his attention. He looks to his right. Doll was shoveling heaps of food in her mouth; cheeks filling to the brim like a chipmunk. He chews his own food, taking her plate pushing it out of reach. She panics, thinking it was about to be all over, but it got worse when a sharp object went down sideways in her throat. A strangled cry and gagging sound leave her mouth.

“Oh shit.” Everyone scrambles around the table. Joe grabs her face with one hand, squeezing her cheeks, forcing her to spit out the remainder of the food into his hand. Her gagging sounds more audible.

He tossed it in the bin Jey grabbed and stood behind her, patting her back. Valentine had already boiled some water over the fire. She used certain plants and made a warm tea for her to drink. Once the last of the food came out into the bin, she managed to stop choking. The excruciating pain in her throat had her still crying. Every time she swallowed, the bone would pierce into her throat.

”Here, try this.” Solo places a bowl of bread in front of her, figuring that a bone could be sucked in her throat. Jimmy had done a sloppy job into deboning the fish.

 “Slowly.” Joseph reminds her, sitting back down and placing the cup of warm tea in front of her.

She chewed on the bread, an approving smile on his face when she listened. The mushed bread slid down her throat, the lodged fish bone mixed with it. A look of relief on her face when she can finally swallow without pain . 

“Damn girl.” Jey grumbles, sitting back down next to Valentina. “Bout gave me a heart attack.

“Not her fault somebody didn’t debone the fish correctly.” Tiana looks to Jimmy.

”Whatchu lookin at me?” He scoffs, stuffing some vegetables in his mouth. “I don’t see you out there catching and fileting fish like some farmhand.”

”Jon!.’ Trinity hits him.

“I don’t have to, your big ass mouth catches them all,.” Tiana snorts, a gentle nudge for Solo, who covered his laugh by feeding himself fish.

While the two of them bickered back and forth. Jey watched the girl closely, intrigued, he grabbed a notepad and some lead. The sudden moment gains Joe’s attention watching Jey, pass her the materials. She looks at the items, then at him. 

“You got a name?” He asks, gaining everyone’s attention. Finally asking the question Joseph should have asked. He watches her take the lead, scribbling letters on the page. 

He leans closer, a surprised expression on his face. The writing wasn’t readable, but he could make out some of the letters. “Averi?” He says aloud, looking at her, seeing an appreciative smile on her face when she nods.

“Fitting,” He mutters. He would thank Jey later for doing that.  The clinking of utensils picks back up, small conversations here and there. He keeps a watchful eye on her as she eats. 

“What are we doing here Uce?” Jey asks after their eventful lunch, Joe had dragged Jey along with him to the tribal combat circle. Hands stuffed into the pockets of his dark tan pants. He turns to Jey.

”You think death is an adequate consequence for being racist. Or am I crazy?” He looks off spotting two of his newly appointed enforcers. 

“Depends. I mean, did it harm others?” 

“Could have.”  He shrugs, walking to the center of the circle. A sinister smirk on his face when Rafa and Sevia were thrown at his feet. Their eyes pleading for mercy. “Thank you Zilla, Sarona.”

They nod, stepping off to the side. Joe looks down, the two of them groveling at his feet, tears streaming down his face. Amused he stuck his foot out to see what they would do, immediately they began kissing it.

”You know. Never understood why people like getting their feet kissed.” He directs to Jey, who’s watching in shock. He turns his mouth up, yanking it back, circling around them slowly. “But seeing them grovel, beg for my mercy. It just does something to me.” He stops behind them, inhaling deeply, closing his eyes. 

“Joe.” Jey starts.

”It’s Chief.” He snaps, pupils blown, shoulders squared back. Jey noticed a different side of Joe come out, watching his foot push at Rafi’s back, making him eat dirt. Sevia looks on; tears streaming down  her red-flushed face.

”See, my father was an easy going chief.” He motions his enforcers over. “However, I’m not.” He digs his heel into Rafi’s neck, a satisfied groan leaving his lips at the sounds of choking. 

“Uce-“ Jey steps forward, the intense glare in Joe’s eyes stops him. He corrects himself. 

”I won’t tolerate disrespect.” He presses harder, a cracking sound making Jey wince. His enforcers looked on, not daring to be the next victims under his awaiting foot. “Or the backtalk. I’m the chief now. My word is law.” He pulls his foot back, watching Rafi go limp in the sand. 

“Everyone deserves a second chance.” Jey tells him.

”Sounds like my father. You hang out around him too much.’ He mutters. He catches the gaze of a young girl. Her facial features are similar to Averi’s. He lets out a curious hum. He tilts his head at Zilla and Sarona. They see the girl. Sarona nods, understanding what he wanted done before he could ask, yet he told them anyway.

“Take 'em’ to the mountains. Keep it clean.”  Quickly doing as told, Jey glances at them before going up to his side.

”What are they going to do to them?” 

“Death.” He said that so smoothly, catching Jey off guard. This new side of Joe kind of  intrigued him. He just wasn’t sure how the island would react. Joe’s long fast strides made it hard to keep up. “Go find the girl that was hiding. I have shit to do.”

”What do I do with her?” He questions. 

“You have until Sarona is back to find out who she is.” He starts. “If Sarona gets to her before you then you’ll be out there with Jimmy catching fish.”

Jey stands there stunned as Joe walks away, disappearing through the trees. It takes him a minute, but Joe finds his way to the lighthouse, making his way to the top where a set up of chairs were strategically placed around the area. He grabs a set of binoculars, turning in the direction of the mountain. The binoculars were placed on his eyes. He scans the mountains. Zilla and Sarona finally come into view, watching them strip the couple down, before their hands wrapped around their head. He grins, watching their necks snap and, bodies go limp.

Their bodies were tossed into a nearby cave. Satisfied with his enforcers, he searches for Jey. He wanted to find him before the sunset. He knows he could’ve just asked Sarona. He wanted to see what Jey would do if he found a foreigner. He searches the island, spotting Jey near the fale faafiafia (town hall) . He hums in approval, at Jey finding the young girl, carrying her to the house. He tosses the binoculars on the chairs, leaning forward on the railing inside the spacious room. He scans the entire island slowly with the nod of his head. Realization sets in.

“ 'ou te tamo'e i le mea lea” (i run this shit)

A/N: Uhm. So here’s that. Actually one of my favorite chapters I have written for any of my stories. (Including wips waiting to be thought out.) I’m gonna drag this one out.

Like the knew set up?

Zilla’s Villagers:

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[real-hot-grl-shi]

Ok I’m done with depressed shit here’s dumb doodles of my ocs and the characters ig (I’m not proud.)

Tw!: cussing, the n word, spoilers???, gore?,

Boom shakalaka 😈

[okubunny]

Drew Polaris again, + slight outfit redesign.

Edit: alt text added. Thank you @a-captions-blog for the alt text description

[lostbluejayart]

My baby girl. 90's. Love poetry and gardening. Daydreamer. Poignant. Nature and animals. Cowboy bebop oc.

[henneseyhoe]

Still Mine.

Tyrone x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: Tyrone being a slut, baby daddy drama, smutty flashback, slight daddy kink, unprotected sex(wrap it before you smack it!), abortion mentioned, pill mentioned, baby trapping, short, tad bit unedited.

SUMMARY: During Tyrone’s weekly pickup of his daughter, he tries to make his baby mama fold.

Ps. This was originally SO much longer but I didn’t like the way some parts were written so I cut it in half lolzzz

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“You know if I licked it, it’s mine, right?”

Your face twisted into a mug at Tyrone’s words while packing a diaper bag with all the necessary things your daughter needed for the weekend with him.

“Tyrone, please don’t start with that tonight” You couldn’t believe the extents he’d go just because you were seeing other people, it was crazy! Tyrone didn’t see it that way though.

The man was a tyrant. A danger to society and other men when he suspects you fucking with somebody who wasn’t him. Every single time he found out, he would let you know that you had limited days with that nigga, which he was always right about.

They’d either disappear completely or simply just stop responding to your texts.

One time you saw one of them at the grocery store and tried to say hi but he ran the other way, even left his cart stacked with groceries. You wondered what the hell was going on, and why they were so scared, but you knew there was only one person that could have them running for the hills like that, and it wasn’t you.

“I’m not startin’ shit, I’m speakin’ facts. You playin’, knowing them niggas ain’t shit compared to me”

Though the statement was true, it was bold of him to assume you wasn’t getting any good play. It was rare you did, but still! It’s the audacity.

You look at Tyrone up and down before bursting into laughter, making the infant besides you both slightly jump in her pack and play, looking around in confusion before flipping over on her stomach, a skill she just learned.

“Oop- I’m sorry, mama” You apologize to her, the baby just rolling back over and blinking up at you with a tether in her mouth. “Now, back to yo’ delusional ass!”

You thanked god the small child wasn’t old enough to understand words because she would have been cursing like a sailor by now. Pointing at Tyrone with the acrylic nails he paid for, that same signature mean look on his face that he always wore when somebody had him fucked up, you squint.

“Ain’t shit yours, and it hasn’t been yours since about a year now”

Tyrone sucks his teeth, still not believing anything you were saying to him.

“You shittin’ me, it’s always gon be mine!”

“Says who?! You crazy” You blow him off with the wave of your hand, zipping the diaper bag up and handing it to him.

He grabs it, then drops it to his feet without a care, crossing his arms. You look at him with a confused expression, your eyebrow cocked upwards.

“Why you like playin’ wit’ me?” He questioned while straight faced, but you stood your ground, unlike when you use to submit under him and his tone when you two were together. Truthfully, you use to be a bit scared of the nigga. He never gave you a reason to be personally, but he was a hard shell to crack, you rarely knew if he was happy or sad until he said something to steer you in a certain direction.

“Tyrone, quit playing and find you something safe to do, aight?” You fired back, challenging him. He moved not one inch. You knew he wasn’t scared of you at all, so this was no surprise, but you wasn’t gonna take him treating you like this in your own damn house.

“How many niggas you fucked since we broke up, Y/N?”

You shrug. “However many I wanted. I dunno, I wasn’t counting”

“Okay” He nods slowly, putting you on edge just a tad bit. You hum and study his reaction. He only did that when he had some shit up his sleeve. A simple answer, then a nod before he did or said some fuck shit. “And if I find them niggas and suddenly they stop callin’, then what?” Nothing he hasn’t done before.

“One less problem for me. You already pack up enough niggas in the glen anyway. Can’t kill ‘em all!” You giggle childishly after gaining your composure again, but as you found humor, the man stayed oh so serious.

“Oh, you’d be surprised at what a nigga can do now”

“Lemme guess, you learned to read a no loitering sign? Or maybe a no trespassing one?” You continued to joke, him finding nothing funny, as usual.

“You think you so funny” He warns, but you brush him off again, picking the diaper bag up and handing it to him again, this time forcing it in his hands to keep it there.

“I’m fuckin’ hilarious, nigga. better ask bout me”

Tyrone rolls his eyes.

“…so you really tellin’ me youn miss me?”

You turn and walk away to ignore the man further, side eyeing him as he followed. “Get out my face, Ty”

“Stop playin…so youn miss how I use to beat that pussy till you cry?” He spoke, getting closer to your ear so you could hear every syllable there. See, if this was a year and some change ago, you would have folded yourself in on a couch and put your legs to the sky faster than a pin could drop, but you had a point to prove.

You inched away from him to your kitchen, but he followed behind like a hungry shark that smelled blood.

“Let daddy dig that pussy out again, baby. You know I do it better than any other nigga”

Just with those few words, it had you thinking of flashbacks, your eyes fighting off a roll inwards. You knew the power he held in those boxers, you knew all too well what he was capable of. When Tyrone got to the pussy, he made sure he wasn’t playing no games. The man would even pull your bed from the wall everytime he came over so nobody in your moms house could hear how hard he was beating it up, talking dirty to you like you was a random bitch from the club, and that was your favorite part. That’s how you got into this mess anyway. Stuck with him and a tiny human who stole your face.

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Tyrone was definitely a man of threats, but he had never fallen through with any of the non-violent ones till this.

As Tyrone bucked his hips wildly into you, your leg began to quiver in his hold. You had thanked the gods that he had opted to lay you down on your side instead of fucking you standing up like he loved to do. You were sure your legs would have gave out by now if you were upright.

“Imma nut in this pussy, baby. Can daddy nut in this pussy? You want daddy to get you pregnant?”

He asks, and you nodded gladly like a dummy. Whatever the female version of pussy whipped was, you were definitely long past it. Even in that moment, you thought he wasn’t serious about the whole baby thing. He had never talked about one outside of sex, and you honestly thought he was against the entire idea of kids with the way he’d run junebug out of his presence when he’d do normal kid shit. He just didn’t seem serious.

Hell, you knew you weren’t serious about it. What would you do with a baby in this economy? Most importantly, how the fuck were you gonna care for it? You were only 21 and he was 24, had no business being together, but obviously he wasn’t the type to follow rules of any kind, or let you go.

The more he promised to get you pregnant, the harder y’all fucked until you were on top, riding him like there was a prize at the finish line you called an orgasm. Your hands were placed on his thighs behind you and your back was arched in as you spread your legs wide and bounced that ass on him, giving him the perfect opportunity to see himself slip in and out of you.

“Shit…shit! I’m bout to cum!” He shouts while panting, a few groans exiting his mouth.

“Fuuuck! I’m bout to nut, bae!” You heard him announce once again, but that wasn’t what set off alarms in your head, it was when he held you down and continued thrusting upwards into your wetness, making you leak. You whimper and shout, toes curling into the mattress.

“Shit! Lemme get up, Ty!” You tap his hands, trying to get them off of your hips so you could move, but he continues to bounce you with his fingers gripping you tightly, bound to leave a mark. “Tyrone! lemme get up, please!” You shout with urgency, but it had already been too late. By the time you rose up off of his dick, he had been pumping out the last bit of his seed, the small amount just sliding down the shaft of his dick. That’s when you knew you fucked up. Tyrone was a shooter in more ways than one, but when it came to cumming, he was damn near like a loaded gun. You’d have to squeeze your eyes shut when giving him head because he liked to cum on your face, and the first time he did, he almost blinded you with how far he came, literally.

“My god…” You breathed harshly, looking down at his dick begin to soften.

When it was all said and done, you asked him for money for a plan B, but lo and behold, he already had a pill prepared. Right in the glove compartment of his car is where he kept it and gave it to you when he came to see you the next day. But, as the weeks went by, you started to feel like that pill wasn’t much of a plan B, or at least not your “plan B”. It was definitely Tyrone’s though.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and nine of those later, you were popping out a little girl with a full head of hair and features just like yours. If you told somebody you made the baby alone, they’d probably believe you with how much you two looked alike. You were pissed off your entire pregnancy at Tyrone, but that didn’t stop you from loving your baby, you just couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of her either, though the process wasn’t foreign to you. If the “plan B” didn’t take her out, then who says she wasn’t meant to be here? But, with that being said, as you came closer to your due date, you grew farther from Tyrone while he was trying to keep you close, you even moved out of the glen and into a whole ‘nother town over.

He was there through your entire pregnancy, or at least tried when you weren’t trying to kill him for getting into stupid shit and almost dying, but because he was still so supportive and caring for you, checking up on how both you and the baby were doing, you cut him some slack, letting him name the bouncing baby girl. He went with the name ‘Autum’ because you two met in autumn, to your surprise he even remembered that since it had been so long ago.

Fast forward five months later, y’all were still beefing on and off over stupid shit. You would curse him out over scaring away new friends and or lovers, he’d ignore it and continue, working extra hard to make sure all them niggas knew who he was. Oh, Tyrone was on a mission, and he would not be ignored by some lame nigga you wanted to fuck, or ignored by you.

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[nobitchs-world]

What people think I mean when I say I like white boys:

What I actually mean:

[allkordelia]

Fuck you, Daemon

The young woman was under the big oak tree twisting her white coils around her finger as she read, she laid against the tree with the book that tells the stories of the age of heroes. She tries to keep her feet off her dark red and gold pattern blanket scarf as she lay on it, she turned the page with her index finger well still holding the book in the same hand.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." The girl didn't look up at the man who sneaked up on her, she didn't respond or pay him no mind making him frown slighly.

The young prince moved to sit beside the girl's feet before laying on his side with his left arm supporting him, the man looked over at the girl who hasn't said a word yet making a mischief grin to grow on his face. He used his two finger to walk over the blanket and onto the ankles before slowly moving up the young girl's dingley green gown, she snapped her eyes over to the man who was smiling slight as he moved his fingers up and down her leg. Growing annoyed the girl crossed her legs causing the man's fingers to fall off her making her sigh before concentrated on her book again, the prince looked over at her with a soft glare before moving his hand under her gown causing her to snap her eyes over the book. She tried to shake his hand off only for him

"Stop it." She hissed lowly, the man didn't listen as he continue to caress her leg. This made the young woman grow angry as he did what he wanted like he always do, she finally had enough when she felt his hand squeeze her upper thigh making her slam the book on his hand hard. He sat up as snatched his hand from under her gown before shaking it in pain, the young woman made a hum of content when he look at his stinging hand.

"You should listen more often, cousin." She said under breathe before settling back to reading.

"Oh, she finally speaks I was getting worried for a second. I thought your father cut out your tongue." He said clenching and unclenching his hand, the young woman rolled her eyes wishing that her father did cut out her tongue than there's a better chance she bleed out and die.

"Are you still made at me, my dear?" The woman didn't answer making the young man move to sit on his knees.

"If you don't talk to me, I'm just going to keep on annoying you." He said with his hands resting on his thighs as he looked at her, she didn't say a word as her eyes focus on the words on the page.

"Fine. Have it your way." The girl didn't heed his warning that's why when the book was snatched out of her hand and tossed to the side, her tolerance for the man was growing paper-thin to the point she felt like she was about to see red her heated gaze stare him down only made him smile.

"There's my girl." She growled deep in her throat before getting up and walking over to the book.

"What do you want, daemon." She wiped the book down with her sleeve as her back is turned to him, like a fly to a web the rogue prince didn't skip a beat pulling her back against his chest.

"You know what I want." He whispered in her ear before planting a kiss on her neck, she quickly moved out of his hold turning towards him with the book against her chest.

"Well, seek it somewhere else." She moved around him to gather her blanket, she put the book in a space between two branches before getting her blanket and shaking it off.

"I do not wish to get it somewhere else..." She wrapped it around her neck before bending forward again to get the small book, she tensed up feeling his crotched against her ass making her sit up and turn to him with a glare.

"...I want you." He said raking his eyes over body with lust.

"You cannot have me." She shut him down, he tilted his head to the side with raised brow.

"Since when?" He asked, she looked cold at him.

"Since you decided not to object to my pending marriage, you were suppose to convince my father to let me become your squire." Daemon rolled his eyes weary at the same thing she kept on begging him to ask her father, she was a good fighter and even braver woman but daemon couldn't help to get attracted by her and her body.

"And I will like I promised, just not now...because right now i want to taste you. " He smirked devilishly stepping closer to her only for her to step back.

"That's not happening." She said stern.

"What? You don't want me to do that thing with my tongue, again." A twisted feeling in her stomach of the memory of what he did countless times made goosebumps spread all over her body.

"No, we can not do that not anymore. I am to be a married woman soon." Daemon blinked at her as the words spiral around in his head.

"Come again?" She didn't say anything making Daemon clench his jaw, "When was this decided." He asked.

"This morning well you were at fleabottom, viserys picked the house I would be marrying into." Daemon shook his head slightly.

"Who is it?" The young woman didn't want to say she knew that the moment his name leaves her mouth, Daemon would go on this long rant and she didn't wish to waste precious time that she has being free with him.

"Answer me." He snapped.

"Hightower." Daemon looked at her before letting out a laugh.

"Hightower? Corlys would rather die than marry you off to one of Otto's sons, do my brother not know the history between your families." Daemon talked as if it was some sort of joke that his lover was playing on him to get back at him for not talking to her father.

"He knows, Daemon. Thats's why his doing it to form a truce between our families." He rolled his eyes at that rubbish.

"So, which one are you marrying, ser gwayne or one of the others." He asked.

"My beloved father was nice enough to give me a choice, between the eldest or Otto." Daemon laughed again.

"Oh, how I wish I was there you know he always had a thing for you, I bet he was vexed." The young velaryon girl looked taken back by what he said before glaring at him.

"I chose Otto." The prince laughter turned to chuckles.

"Do not jest." He saw the look on her face making the smile dissolve into a grim look.

"Why would you do such a thing." He snapped feeling a bit betrayed.

"If I had married his eldest I couldn't bring my dragon to the Reach, so i decided to stay here." Daemon was pissed but not entirely since he understood he don't think he could step foot in the Vale if he couldn't bring caraxes with him to stay.

"I don't know who's the bigger fool my brother, your father, or you. All of you are playing into his grimly little hands, and you don't see it." The girl rolled her eyes not needing this right now, she turned to get her book from the tree.

"I'm not playing into anything, on the contrary in a way I'm like a spy making sure the old geezy isn't planning anything that could hurt our families." A small proud smile made its way on daemon's face as he leaned his hand against the tree blocking her, he stared down at her with a look.

"Smart girl. Does this mean your still coming to see me in my chambers later." She sighed shaking her head.

"No, Daemon. I meant what I said I'm done I'm not going to continue this affair with you any longer,"

"Why the fuck not." He asked annoyed.

"Because I don't want to be your silver slut anymore thats why. " He let out a deep sigh hanging his head.

"When will you let that go, I said sorry what else do you want from me." He glared at her.

"Nothing. Not anymore." She moved to walk away but he grabbed her arm pulling her back to him and kissing her, both of his hands held her against the tree as he deepen the kiss. She moved her face away only for him to capture her lips again, she tried so hard but the way he touched her made her mind go numb.

The books fall from her hands as she grabbed his shoulders, he moved towards her neck leaving purple love bites on either side. She moaned lowly feeling daemonn pull up her gown exposing her legs and thighs, he spread them apart with a mischief look as he glance around to make sure no one was looking. He grunted sliding his cock into her the woman hooked her leg around his waist as he fucked her up against the tree, she kissed his cheek as he moan sweetly in her neck she gasped throwing her head back as her hands went to his long hair as his thrust started to become rough and quicken. She whimpered leaning her head forward on his shoulder as he shudder from coming inside her, he press one last kiss against her neck before pulling away.

"Consider this an early wedding gift." He said buttoning his pants up, she leaned off the tree before bending down grabbing her books and fixing the scarf around her neck to hide the love bites.

"Fuck you, Daemon." She says flat as she walk away.

"You already did, cousin." He chuckled lowly watching her stumbled a bit away.

[rosemoncherie]

business affairs: t.wolff - series

Chapter One: The Night Everything Began.

pairing: Toto Wolff x OC!Natalia Danon.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, age gap (Natalia is 32), talks of divorce, allusions to sexism, fast paced, explicit sexual scene, cunnilingus, slight dirty talk.

w.c: 4.04K

tags: @queenshikongo3 @bluesole16 @christinabae @aisharmi @hoziersfairy @queenzee27 @omgsuperstarg @lewisroscoelove @itsyagirlmeee @joviallljas @serpenttines-library @hrlzy @sugardontbesweet @tallrock35 @tian-monique @f1-hoff @peyiswriting @thewolffswife @mochiminimoni @bekindbecoolbeyou

KUALA LUMPUR, MALAYSIA. 2022.

Natalia was exhausted but ultimately, she was hungry.

Very hungry.

She had rationalised that since she was already downstairs, going into the in-house restaurant was better than tracking all the way up her suite and ordering room service when she could hear the loud growling of her stomach.

Quickly, Natalia was seated and ordered some focaccia with an olive oil dip and a glass of Corton Charlemagne white wine. After a long day of meetings and conferences, a good glass of wine was desperately needed.

It had only been a couple of years since Natalia had been assigned to the position of Chief Financial Officer of Mercedes Benz. The youngest woman to ever be appointed to the role and unfortunately, the first black woman to ever hold that title for a top five company within the vehicle industry.

Natalia had been a finance protege. A master of her craft as some people would describe her and when her parents picked up on her affinity for numbers, they did everything possible to advance her career. And all the better for it as it led her to where was today.

She loved her job and despite all of the hardships and pushback that she had faced, no one and nothing was going to take that away from her.

That however, did not change the fact there were some days where the job had been strenuous on her mind and body. Hours on end speaking to people in seminars, overseeing a few upcoming projects and a lot of walking. The walking was the worst of it all as Natalia had chosen a beautiful pair of high heels typically made for a sitting situation. She had failed to anticipate just how much walking she would have had to partake in today.

Natalia hummed softly as she chewed on the dip soaked bread. After four hours, this was the first piece of nourishment she had after hours of sipping on only water. Her eyes wandered around her surroundings until they landed on a man.

Toto Wolff.

The CEO and team principal of the Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS Formula One team. A man who she held a lot of great respect for and he made it known whenever the both of them were in the same vicinity that the feeling was mutual. Toto staying in the same hotel as herself was not uncommon. Mercedes Benz and the Ritz-Carlton were in a long term partnership, hence they were able to stay in the luxurious hotel free of charge anywhere in the world.

A perk of the job.

Their eyes met and his face radiated a genuine smile. Quite the rare sight of the man. Natalia waved for him to come over and soon enough, Toto was being led towards her table. As soon as she stood up to greet him, the sleeves of her jersey slid back down her arms.

“Good to see you again.” Toto greeted her after a quick hug.

Natalia giggled as she sat back down with him pulling a chair close beside her. “We’ve seen each other a lot today.”

“That’s what happens when you work together.”

"Technically I am your boss, you work for me.

Natalia shot back which caused Toto to chuckle.

”You love pointing that out don’t you.” His right eyebrow lifted as he took in her facial features.

“Yes I want to make sure that you never forget it.”

“And I won’t.” His eyes trailed down to her glossed lips and settled there for a moment.

Toto licked his.

The action was subtle but Natalia caught it all. She took a deep breath as she reached for the menus.

”Are you ordering anything to eat or are you just here to keep me company?”

The question caused him to smirk. “Well. I had only come in, to a place an order to be delivered to my suite but now that I’m here I don’t see why I can’t do both. A late dinner in the company of a beautiful woman? You’d be a fool to decline that.”

His words and tone were laced with flirtation and Natalia hated herself for just how much it swayed her. You’d be an idiot to deny how attractive the man was. A tall giant at 6 feet 5 inches, slender yet muscular in all the places that counted. For a mature man like him, Toto kept himself physically agile and well groomed. Almost always clean shaved but his hair always ended up ruffled from the constant wear of headphones and how frequently he ran his fingers through the dark locks.

Outside of appearance, his charisma was extremely charming as intended. Toto knew how to talk to people and he knew how to make people feel comfortable around them. The addition of his accent to his voice, Natalia knew that trying to fight her attraction towards the recently divorced man was futile.

The pair ended up ordering the chef’s special along with the bottle of Corton Charlemagne. As they enjoyed their meal, the conversation was easy going. Natalia spoke for most of the time whilst Toto listened. He was interested in knowing about her life - only interjecting when he felt that his opinion was needed.

When the bottle of wine was finished, Natalia switched to drinking water. Her flight out of Malaysia was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon and she would rather still have control of her senses.

“I can’t believe you’re single though.” The words easily slipped out of her mouth before she could have stopped her harbouring thought. The topic of conversation had been on his previous marriage as it had been a diversion of attention from the status of Natalia’s love life. One could argue why her question was inappropriate to ask but curiosity had gripped her. When the divorce was announced at the tail end of 2021, people had been curious to know the reason. Nobody had thought that the power couple of motorsports would ever part ways.

Toto sighed. “As much as we tried to not let our marriage get in the way of her career, the stigma that she would always just be my wife and that everything she would accomplish would be attributed to our matrimony ultimately became too much to bear. Of course there were other issues that contributed to the divorce but that was a big one. At the end of the day it was the best decision for the both of us. She needed to grow and being with me was a hindrance to that. No matter how much I loved her, her growth as a leader and as a person was far more important to me.”

“Wow.” Nat whispered as she let his words sink in. He spoke with great candour and genuine care. She could still feel the love that Toto had for Susie but there was romantic fondness in his words. Just respect and adoration for his ex-wife.

Toto nervously chuckled as he scratched the top of his left eyebrow. “Yeah, I didn’t think I’d be talking about my ex with you.”

“No, no. That was deeply profound. It’s a shame things came to such an ending but I think the choice that the both of you came to was a good one. If that is any type of comfort.”

“It is.” Toto softly smiled as he played with the stem of his wine glass. “It’s taken some time to get used to that but I’m getting there.”

”That’s good.”

That particular conversation ended there. Things were getting too deep and personal for either of their liking.

“No more talk about past relationships.” Toto said as he reached for the wine selection menu. However, Nat reached forward and placed her hand on his wrist to stop him.

“No more drinking for me. I need to head up to bed. My flight is tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving so soon?”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “I need to get to London by Friday. INEOS moved their meeting up to then instead of the agreed Wednesday the following week.”

“That could be because Jim is coming to London around that time.”

“I don’t care. It doesn’t change the fact that multiple people, me included, are now having to re-arrange our schedules because Radcliffe is an impatient old man.” Natalia complained as she rolled her eyes. A move that made Toto laugh as he placed the menu down.

“How about I walk you up to your room then?” He volunteered.

Her back straightened up and she lightly cleared her throat. “Yes. Please.”

Ever the gentleman, Toto put the bill of the meal on his room tab instead of Natalia having to share the cost. All the way to her suite, Toto had kept her smiling and giggling and it made her sick just how down her guard was. She couldn’t even blame it on alcohol.

All night, the crush she had for the man beside her had been festering and now it was at a fever’s pitch. Being in his presence for such a long time, alone, had her mind thinking of things that she shouldn’t.

They stood outside of her suite’s door, key card in hand with her back to the frame. At her full height, her forehead was still barely touching his chin. Toto was looking down at her with a soft glimmer of something in his eyes that she couldn’t deny.

”Would you like to come in? I have a full bar if you want to continue drinking. If not, I have something else in mind to offer.” Nat chewed on her bottom lip as she left the suggestion lingering in between them.

”If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you were trying to seduce me with that offer.” Toto expected her to claim that she was just joking and to walk away from the suggestion. Proclaim that she had just been joking and that the rising sexual tension in between them up to this point had been a figment of his imagination.

Instead, Natalia stood on her tip toes and tipped her head upwards until her lips were close to his. Just a breath’s reach.

She held his gaze. “What if I am?”

The energy had immediately shifted. Toto did not give her a verbal agreement as the door closed behind the both of them. He turned her around so that her back was touching his chest. Natalia’s moan vibrated in her throat as he moved her hair out of the way of her right shoulder. A sigh left her as his mouth touched her skin. His hands pulled her tucked in jersey out of her skirt until he was able to lay his hands onto her bare skin beneath the knitted fabric.

His hand clutching onto her top, he instructed Natalia to strip out of her skirt. And in quick succession, her clothes were on the floor.

“Fuck.” Toto said as he swallowed his thirst. If it wasn’t for the fact that her panties had been already soaked, the way his eyes roved hungrily over her body would have had her gushing more than she already was.

Natalia enjoyed his reaction to her. His lust was palpable as she unhooked her bra from her chest and let it join her clothes on the floor. She then hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thongs but before Nat could do anything else, Toto grabbed a hold of her wrists.

“No. Get on the bed.”

As her knees touched the duvet, Toto stood behind her as he dragged his fingers down the length of her spine before both of his hands dug into her ass cheeks, parting them softly. The cool air touched her nether lips which caused her to lightly gasp.

“Oh!” Natalia whimpered as he roughly handled her body. She was now on her back with a shirtless Toto hovering above her. He kissed her with all his might, with all of his pent up desire translating into the way that his lips modded over her. She opened her mouth to the intrusion of his sweet tongue laced with the wine of dinner into her mouth. Natalia dug her nails into his back as the kiss deepened. She wrapped her leg around his waist as she tried to anchor herself as his hardening erection pressed against her lower stomach.

Toto’s hands moved away from her hips until he was cupping the back of her neck, pulling her close until her teeth were sinking into his bottom lip and she was pulling it into her mouth. Natalia gasped into Toto’s mouth as he pressed his lips harder into hers before sucking on her tongue.

She couldn’t stay still as he continued to kiss her like this. Her hips rotated forward, trying to to create some type of friction to ease the ache residing deep in the pit of her stomach.

“Let me taste you.” Toto mumbled against her lips. His voice was as heavy with arousal as his cock that was pressing into her. Not waiting for her answer, she struggled to catch her breath as he pulled her panties down the length of her shapely legs. When the fabric was over his shoulder, her legs instinctively parted and Toto was rewarded by the sight of her drenched cunt.

“I knew you’d be soaked. You kept squirming in your seat at dinner.” His words shocked her a little but she wasn’t rattled at his observation. Toto ran his finger along her slit and without breaking their intenseful gaze, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked his finger clean

”So sweet. Just as I thought you would be.” With her left knee hooked into his arm, he buried his face in between her thighs as he gave her lazy strokes of his tongue against her clit. Natalia gasped as her back arched off the bed as he continued giving her languid strokes of his tongue, which was moving up and down the length of her slit. Toto was eating her pussy with so much intention, it sent shocks of pleasure up her spine.

His movements were meticulously calculated, every time that he did something that garnered a reaction out of her, Toto played on that until Natalia was gasping for air. He licked, pulled and sucked on her pussy until she was clawing at the sheets beneath her trembling body.

”Oh shit!” She gasped as he covered her now sensitive nub with his tongue and softly pushed to fingers inside of her, sliding them in and out of her, increasing the speed and pressure of his movements until he felt Nat’s thighs begin to quake on each side of his head.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Natalia cursed as she felt a familiar pressure mount in her lower abdomen. She tried to jerk away from him but Toto kneaded his free hand into her thigh, trapping her in place as he became more insistent to drink from her. He flicked his fingers against her spot, his tongue danced on her clit.

Then she exploded into his mouth.

Her legs trapped his body in between her thighs as her body twitched with each wave passing through her. Natalia’s head was still in the clouds as she finally relaxed to set him free. His hands trailed back up the length of her body and kneaded her breasts as his kisses followed up until his lips were against hers once more.

His lust clouded his eyes, Drinking from her, bringing her to climax, made him more ravenous. He wanted to devour her. The intention to do so very much made clear as he haphazardly threw his trousers and boxer briefs off. He held her hips as she tried to calm himself enough to let her reach for the strip of condoms that were on the bedside table.

He couldn’t put it on quickly enough as Natalia placed kisses on his chin and her hands on his back.

Toto sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he raised Nat’s leg to his shoulder before he finally made his move and sank into her pussy. Just as the tip breached her entrance, they both lost their breath due to the feeling of being connected.

“Baby.” She exhales as he completes the stroke by thrusting all the way forward and holding himself there.

“I know schatz. I know.” He groaned into her ear.

After fantasising about this very moment, for months on end, Toto concluded that nothing was better than the real thing. Yet somehow his mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. All that he could think about was how soft she was.

She was so soft. So sweet. So warm. So tight, warm and deliciously wet.

She fit him like a glove and he could feel as much as he could through the protective sleeve. Toto moved slightly which caused Nat to let out a cry.

“Please move. Please.” She whimpered into his ear.

He soon found a rhythm of slow , methodic strokes as he folded her body into itself. Her silk press began to revert back to its natural curls, the longer he worked her body into a sweat. Natalia’s lips parted with a sigh as he placed her other leg onto his shoulder and hooked his arms beneath hers and held onto her shoulders.

”Oh my god!” Natalia struggled for breath as his body slammed against the back of her thighs. The sexy sounds of their pleasure reverberated through the room.

”That’s it isn’t it schatz? That’s the spot.” He taunted her as he hammered his tip against your walls. He grinned as he saw the internal struggle to conjure up a response. He didn’t tease her too much though.

Toto himself was failing to contain his restraint from just how tightly Natalia was clutching onto him with each stroke. It was making him lightheaded as she threatened to drown him with just how soaked she was. He felt himself slipping into mindless pleasure as his thrusts became harder and more frantic.

It was only when he felt Nat’s leg beginning to tremble against his shoulders and his stomach began to tighten did Toto slow down. Natalia whined as she shifted her hips up to tempt him.

However, he didn’t fall for it.

Instead, he let her legs fall away from his shoulders but he still made sure that they were wrapped around his waist. His forearms dropped on either side of her head as his chest pressed into hers. Natalia’s hardened nipples tickled his skin as he rolled his hips as deep as she possibly could take him. He coupled his slow, deep thrusts with a circular motion, making sure that he touched every part of her that he could.

He hummed softly as he drew little cries from Natalia. He swallowed her moans and every sound that he could. They were only his - just for the night. For however long she would allow.

Natalia could feel resolve disappear from his frantic kisses and touches. The slapping of his thighs against her skin echoed in the room. The contact pinched at their skin in a bittersweet manner, the harsher the pounding became. But Nat took it all in stride.

His hand around her neck was the last straw.

She exploded around him without warning.

“That’s it baby.” He kissed the underside of her ear.

“Cum all over this dick.”Her teeth sunk into the skin of his shoulder as she let the orgasm ride her body. The repeated contraction of her walls pulled Toto down even further.

“Fuck!” He hissed in Nat’s ear as her cunt tightly squeezed his dick until he filled the condom with his seed.

They stayed in the same position for a moment before he pulled out of her. Nat sighed as she watched him dispose of the condom and pull his underwear back up his legs. His eyes followed him as he entered the bathroom and then came out with a wet cloth.

After grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge, he came back to the bed and cleaned her up in silence. Natalia sighed with a smile on her face, loving the way his hands were handling her so delicately as if he wasn’t roughly gripping her flesh as he fucked into her minutes ago.

”Drink your water.” He mumbled before placing a kiss onto her thigh. Natalia giggled as she reached for the water bottle.

“Yes sir.” She teased as she took a gulp of the refreshing liquid.

“What time is your flight tomorrow?” He asked as he began to place kisses on her torso before stopping to take a nipple into his mouth. Natalia gasped as her eyes flattered close to enjoy the feel of his warm mouth sucking on her nipple like she had been sucking on her clit earlier on in the night.

“3pm why?” Nat said, only able to answer when he moved his attention to her other nipple.

”I want to take you again … and again …” He spoke as he began to tower over her body. “And again. Until you’re so spent that I’m all you think about for days to come.”

His lips touched hers again as his body pushed her back into the disheveled sheets …

PRESENT DAY

”I want to take you again … and again … and again. Until you’re so spent that I’m all you think about for days to come.”

Those words were now haunting her as she sat at her desk. Of all the things Toto Wolff had ever said and done to her, these particular words haunted her the most.

Because of just how devastatingly true they were. No man after that had come close to how he had made her feel that night. A couple had come close but it was never the same.

It could never be the same.

When she left Malaysia the following afternoon, it had not occurred to her that it would be the last time that she would see Toto. Both of their respective careers kept them busy. The previous season of Formula One had overwhelmed him. The last year had not been kind to the team. The sport had not been kind to the team and it was beginning to show in the numbers.

All of that had led to this moment. Natalia was in her office with the reports of the team’s previous financial year and the CEO asking her for an incredible favour.

“It’ll only be for a couple of months.” He said.

“Six months is hardly a couple, Chris.” Chris Stevenson chuckled at the statement.

“You’re right but I need someone I can trust to go over there and oversee things.”

“And why couldn’t Tomlinson do it?” Oliver Tomlinson was the current Chief Operating Officer of the company and from the last she heard, Oliver and Toto were friends.

“You’re better with numbers. Two, you did Physics so I’m sure you understand the technical jargon better.”

Natalia frowned at the reasonsing. “I did Physics when I was like eighteen.”

“Doesn’t matter. Plus Wolff only agreed to do this if it was you.”

”Why?”

“I don’t know. A deep respect for you I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“You guess?!” She sassed back and placed her hands on her waist.

”You know what I mean! Look, why are you opposing this? Do I need to know something?”

”No!” Natalia knew that she had said that a little too quickly for her liking. “I’m not opposing it for what you think. You’re basically asking me to audit the team just because they had a couple of bad years.”

“Two bad years with no titles, two bad cars, a shift in leadership and a few lost sponsors. All of that translates to a bad investment. And a bad investment means no money and no money means-.’

”Okay! I got the message.” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in surrender.

“Wolff is not happy about this and quite frankly I don’t care. We need to get to the bottom of this before the season begins.”

Natalia was going to be Toto’s boss for six months. She could barely think of him without remembering the way he had ravished her that night. Now she had to work with him everyday for the next half year.

Fuck me. She thought to herself

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (13)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Activities

Genre: Angst/Fluff/SMUT (& Humor!)

Word Count: 5.2K

13. More Than Enough

Cherri Bomb barges through the Hotel doors.

“There is that better?” She says to Charlie who’s sitting on the couch

“Better,” she nods

“Now where’s Angel?!” She looks around “Angel!!”

Angel sits up on the couch “Holy shit! Cherri Bomb!”

“Okay, this time I’m not leaving ’til you come to the club with me!”

He rolls his eyes “Ugh I can’t with you,”

“Come on! It’s been forever and you keep turning me down! Either you come or I’m dragging your skinny ass outta here!”

He throws his head back “Ugh fine! Just give me a minute!” Angel somersaults off the couch

“Really?” she smirks

“I needed to stretch. Now, I’m ready!”

Voe hears them from the kitchen where she stands in the fridge “Hey! Hey guys!” She waves 

“Oh hey,” he waves back, just noticing her there

She super speeds it over there “You guys are going out?”

“Uhhh…” Cherri starts

“Yeah, we are!” Angel cuts her off and she gives him the side-eye (XD)

“Can I come? The last party I was at was here, and I hadn’t been to any before that,” She smiles at Cherri

“Sure!” Angel agrees, and they both look to Cherri for her approval

“You know what? Fine, I like you when you’re pissed” Cherri smiles “Yeah come on!”

“Yay!” Voe exclaims

Cherri furrows her brow “Don’t be weird,”

Voe tilts her head in confusion, looking at Angel who just shrugs.

At the club, the three of them were sitting on bar stools

“Let me get a triple shot!” Cherri screams

“I want a double!”

“I guess a single shot, I don’t know?”

“Boo! Get a four!”

“A quadruple shot? But you’re only getting a triple,”

Cherri waves her off “Oh please I’m getting 9!”

“9 triple shots?”

“Yeah!” She pokes Voe’s arm “Come on, you’re fun when you’re fucked up! Get fucked up faster!”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Angel reassured her

“Oh come on!”

Voe shakes her head “Fine! A quadruple shot!”

“Yeah!” Cherri cheers for her

Once their shots are served they toast to one another and down them. The reason why Voe stuck to fruity drinks only is because she could never really understand how people could handle drinking regular flavored drinks. They burned going down her throat and left a disgusting aftertaste once they were finished. It’s a lose-lose situation. She shakes her head to try and come back to herself

“Yeah, see that wasn’t so bad right? Bartender get her another!” she calls

“Maybe she should slow down.” Angel reaches for Voe

Cherri slaps his hand away “She’s a big girl, she can handle it.”

Voe looks up at her “Are you flirting with me?”

Cherri snickers and puts her arm around Voe “See? She’s already getting more fun,” she passes the doe another quadruple shot, which she takes without thinking “Yes bitch! We need to go dance! Come on Angel!”

The spider follows the women cautiously, making sure nobody hurts them. They start dancing on the floor. Voe is kind of having fun, she has this burning feeling in her chest and this bubbling in her stomach, she wasn’t thinking about the way her body was moving or anything else. Her thoughts which were usually clear images, had suddenly become incoherent words and statements. She didn’t know when she walked away from Cherri Bomb or who the people dancing near her were. She didn’t even know when she had stopped dancing and started staring, or what she was even staring at. She was only vaguely aware of the hand that wrapped around her arm and started dragging her in a different direction. It was the hand of a stranger, and she had no idea where she was going, but she heard laughing, and she couldn’t move her body.

“Back off asshole!” Angel wrapped 4 of his arms around her and pushed the man away with two of them. She hugs him, smiling. The guy scoffs and walks away, Angel bends down and looks at Voe “You alright toots?” Voe’s eyes were directed at him, but it was clear she wasn’t seeing anything. “Okay you need to sit down, you’ve had enough” She nods only barely able to control any part of her body. She blinks and she’s sitting on a bar stool, Angel asks if she’ll be all right by herself for a moment, but she doesn’t answer, she can’t answer. When she blinks again, he and Cherri are arguing about something. Cherri snaps in her face and then seems concerned.

The next thing she knows the floor comes to her smashing into her face, when she opens her eyes Angel is lifting her head saying…something. She’s trying to listen, trying to focus, but she can’t hear it, all she can see are lights that are too loud, making her angry, music and people that are too bright, confusing her brain while making her anxious and the clothes she has on itching everywhere making her overwhelmingly sad. She places her hands over her ears and crouches into a ball, just wanting it all to stop. Tears roll down her face uncontrollably, she feels sick in her stomach, and she can’t do anything to stop it. She thinks she can hear Angel talking…something about her and…Charlie? She opens her eyes again to see him on the phone, he kneels to her and tells her to stay awake, right before closing her eyes and losing consciousness.

When Voe wakes up, it’s in her own bed, tucked under the covers. They were too tight on her skin so she pulled them off, breathing heavily while sitting up. Her ears turn towards the sound of a throat being cleared. She turns in the direction of the noise. Alastor was sitting in a chair with his legs pressed together, his head tilted with his signature smile as he watched her, assuming that he was in that same position before she had woken up. 

“Oh look, you’re awake,” his voice dripping with intrigue

“What? Did I-? What happened? I- What?”

“Well, you’d think I’d at least get a ‘thank you’ for getting you from that rancid place.” He squints at her, his tone playful

“What? You brought me home?”

“Yes. Apparently, Angel was quite concerned for your safety. He called Charlie for help.”

She’s confused “And…where do you come in?”

He crosses his hands on his lap “I volunteered to come and get you,” his tone is full of faux modesty

She raises her eyebrow “Why?”

“Everyone else was busy, so I decided to help out.”

“Okay, but why?”

“Why not?”

Voe plays with her fingers “I thought you were upset with me,”

“I was, but I don’t like to hold grudges,”

She laughs “That doesn’t sound like you at all.”

“Maybe you don’t know as much about me as you think,” his eyes glint

She sits in silence for a beat or two, taking in that information. “How did you get me home?”

“I carried you,”

“You carried me?’

He tilts his head back up “You are not heavy at all, my dear.”

She blushes faintly “And tucked me into bed?”

He shrugs “I thought maybe you’d get cold”

“And you’ve been sitting here the whole time?”

“Yes.”

“Staring at me?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes drift around “Why?”

“Why did you lick me?”

She flattens her brows “I told you I had an urge,”

“Mhm, the urge to lick someone with your unsanitary tongue?”

“Who said my tongue is unsanitary? I clean it very well,”

“You know you shouldn’t put your tongue on people’s faces,”

“Why?”

He blinks “What do you mean, ‘why’?”

“I mean, why?”

“Why should you not put your tongue on someone’s face?”

“Not someone’s, yours.”

His eyelid twitches “I suggest you do not repeat it.”

She waves him off “Yeah, yeah, we went over it.”

“But I don’t think you understand. There are people who don’t like to be licked,”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“Were you just allowed to lick people when you were alive?”

She rolls her eyes “Are you really still on this?”

He stares at her plainly “Yes.”

“Ugh, I mean, I guess? I didn’t do that a lot as a human. But the people I did do it to, liked it.”

“Hmm, you were with many strange people I suppose.”

“I guess so,” she lays her hands down on her lap

He gestures to her nightstand “There’s some water right there, you should drink it.”

She reaches for the cup and sips it “Do I offend you?” She asks

“No, you’re just a bit strange.”

She swallows her water “No offense, but you are not the pinnacle of normality,”

“And you are?”

“I never said I was, but I’m not judging anyone else,”

“Maybe it’s a generational thing. Back in my day, we didn’t go around randomly licking people. Even people we knew.”

“Maybe we’re just being ourselves?”

“Being yourself is licking random people?”

She rolls her eyes once more “Maybe,”

“Perhaps newer generations are just strange”

“Being yourself is committing serial murders. Surely that was highly unusual even in the 20s.”

He shrugs “We all have our things.”

“Maybe this is my thing?”

“Hmm. I suppose.”

She sighs dramatically “Have you been assigned to take care of me?”

“No, just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

She raises a brow “So you care about me?” she smirks 

“I suppose,”

She perks up “So you like me?”

“No. I care about you,”

“You like me enough to care about how I’m doing. I’m not asking if you want to date me or something.”

“Then I suppose I like you some. Trust me, I wouldn’t date a woman as strange as you.”

She looks offended “What does that mean? You think you’re better than me?”

“No, I just think you’re weird.”

She scoffs “Right, and you’re a resident of Normal Town?”

“It always comes back to me! I’m allowed to have my opinions about you,”

“And I can have mine about you,”

“Exactly!” 

“Our opinions are of equal value,”

He tut-tuts “Where is the Voe I met before? One would think that you might be a changeling.” He chuckles

Voe ceases all movement and turns to stare daggers into Alastor’s eyes “What did you just call me?”

“Ah, yes. That’s before your time. A Changeling is-“

“I know what the fuck it is!” She sits up farther

“Well, I’m not sure if they’re still around in your time period.”

Voe swings her legs over the bed “Watch yourself Alastor,” she leans forward

His grin stretches the bounds of his face “Oh? Or what?”

She squints “I might just grab that fluffy appendage above your rear and yank,”

“Oh?” His tone indicates pleasure “Have I awakened a sleeping beast?” His eyes widen

Voe’s expression turns dark “Do not play with me Alastor.” she speaks monotonously

“Aww but I do adore playing games with you,” He leans forward resting his chin on his hands “Are changelings not treated well in your time?”

Her pupils turn into flames “Stop saying that.”

They stare at each other in silence.

“Aww. You have changeling relatives, I assume?”

In an instant, a flaming palm struck him across the face, leaving a burn in the shape of a small hand on his cheek. 

Alastor’s eyes are wide with excitement and delight “What’s gotten into you tonight?”

“Well, since you insist on being an absolute dick-“

Alastor fakes offense “Me?”

“Don’t cut me off motherfucker.”

He gasps “Yes ma’am,”

“You insist on being an offensive asshole, like what is it a fucking kink?”

Alastor laughs sarcastically “Oh I get it. So you can be as bitchy as you want,” Voe widens her eyes in surprise at being called a ‘bitch’ “But when I tell a small innocent joke, then it gets to be ‘too much’ for Voe the Beau?”

“Excuse me-?”

“Oh darling, you are excused.” he rises to his full height “SInce day ONE, you have been bothering me for no reason, you made a fool of me on your little ‘livestream’, you LICKED me, and you DON’T KNOW ME!” His antlers grew in size as his claws grew in length and his sclera turned black and his pupils red. 

She jumps down off the bed “THAT IS NOTHING COMPARED TO BEING AN ABELIST ASSHOLE!” Voe’s arms grew scaly and her nails turned into claws, large horns growing out of her forehead.

“A WHAT?”

“ABLEIST ASSHOLE!”

“GREAT, NOW YOU’RE MAKING UP WORDS!”

“ALL WORDS ARE MADE UP YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? WHAT IS IT? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!”

Her form grows in size “NOTHING IS WRONG WITH ME! EXCUSE ME FOR BEING ANGRY WHEN PEOPLE MAKE FUN OF MY DISABILITY!!”

He looks very confused “WHO SAID BEING A CHANGELING WAS A DISABILITY??”

“YOU DON’T ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT A CHANGELING IS DO YOU?”

“OF COURSE! A CHANGELING IS A LITTLE MAGICAL CREATURE THAT REPLACES CHILDREN-“

“NO!”

“YOU’RE NOT EVEN LETTING ME EXPLAIN!”

“I KNOW WHAT YOU THINK IT IS! BUT WHAT IT REALLY IS, IS A PERSON’S EXCUSE TO ABUSE OR EXPLAIN AWAY THEIR AUTISTIC CHILDREN!!!”

“WHAT THE HELL IS AUTISTIC???!!”

She glares at him silently, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. 

He returns to his normal form “Okay, how about I leave you here alone with whatever your ‘autism’ or ‘ableism’ is? And we just stay out of each other’s way.”

Voe takes a deep breath, returning to her regular form, where she calms herself.

“I have autism.”

“You have what?”

She slaps her forehead “Oh right, you died before that was discovered. Autism. It’s a developmental disability that affects how people communicate, interact, learn, and behave. My brain is wired a bit differently than other brains.”

Alastor stares at her, smile as wide as ever, but eyes as blank as a new sheet of paper. 

“And what does that mean exactly?”

The corners of her lips turn up “It’s considered a mental disability. For me, it means I have difficulty reading people’s emotions, or knowing what to say in certain situations. And you know, having issues with processing certain noises.” 

“You certainly seem good at reading people to me my dear,”

“That’s a skill that I developed. It’s not innate to me. My dad-he’s a psychiatrist- he taught me because he thought it would make things easier for me.” She chuckled “He was always right.” She smiled absentmindedly while she thought of her parents “It also affects my behavior.”

He raises his brow “How so?”

She laughs “Y’all have caught me doing ‘weird’ stuff. Like my ‘meows’, which are classified as ‘stimming’, a behavior we use to stimulate ourselves. Or sometimes you might feel like things I say are…’ inappropriate’ for the moment, that’s because I can’t tell a lot of the time. And this.” She gestures to herself “The whole reason you had to bring me home. That was sensory overload, it was much worse than when I was alive. Everything is much louder and brighter and much more intense to me here. It’s all autism. That’s why.”

Alastor rubs his chin, processing the information. Spending time with Voe meant learning something every time she spoke.

“When was this invented?” 

She stares at him incredulously “Well it was first diagnosed in the 40s, but it’s always existed.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

Alastor’s brain took a break for about 5 seconds before returning to his body. 

“Hmm.” Was all he could find to say 

“When you use the word ‘changeling’ you are implying that autistics aren’t human like everyone else. Like, we’re magical creatures or some shit. I’m a human being. It’s offensive as fuck.”

Alastor sits down on her bed “Well, I apologize.”

“Really,”

“Yes. It was not my intention to offend you to such a degree.”

She sits back down next to him. She smirks “Ah, but you meant to offend me on a smaller degree?”

“No, I meant to simply annoy you. Offense was not on my agenda. I apologize.”

She relaxes “I’m sorry I slapped you,” she smiles sheepishly

“No need to apologize for something well deserved my dear,”

Neither of them speak for a moment.

Voe turns to him “Can I lean on you? I’m still feeling weird in my head.”

He hesitates, inhaling briefly before answering “Sure, darling.” she leans her head on his shoulder

There are a few beats of silence before Voe chirps back up.

“Did you always want to do radio?”

He is a bit caught off guard by the question, but answers quickly “Well, yes.”

“Why?”

“Because in my time it was the pinnacle of entertainment!” It’s quiet yelling, showing his excitement at the subject “All the biggest stars were on the radio. At least, in my opinion.”

“Okay…but why?”

He is confused “What are you asking me?”

She turns her head up to look at his face “What drew you to radio in the first place? It can’t just be about the entertainment. I know you’re more than that.”

Alastor had never been asked that before, so he didn’t know how to answer. He’s quiet for some time while he ponders her question. His search for the answer takes him way back to his childhood. A time when he couldn’t fit anywhere, a time when no one had an interest in his voice, but only his face. Only his race.

“I suppose that…it’s because…on the radio…it doesn’t matter what you look like. All that matters is your voice. And you know that you’ll be heard because that is the only option.”

She smiles at him “I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“That there was more.” She leaned back onto him, while he stared off, wondering how she was able to get that out of him.

“You’re too much.” He’s smirking now

“I’m too much? You’re too much. I think I’m just enough!”

“I think I’m more than enough.” His eyes are lidded now, barely open, and yet still fully capable of taking her in at this moment. His pupils at the bottom of his eyes, seemed somewhat relaxed. It showed on his smile as well. Instead of a full view of his glinting yellow teeth, his lips were closed, and he looked kind of…normal to say the least. Showing that his confidence is not all an act, but to some level it was sincere. He wraps his arm around her shoulders.

Right before she threw up on the floor.

Alastor rolls his eyes “Lovely,”

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A/N: Once again, letting you know that the smut is below this point. Ok? Cool

Velvette had requested to see her immediately, so Voe knew that the predicament was serious. So now here she stood in the studio, while her boss paced back and forth in front of her.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“Because I work here?”

Velvette stares blankly at her employee “No. It’s because of this,” She shows the doe a video on Sinstagram of her at the club the night before with thousands of views. It was her in the middle of sensory overload, crying and curled up on the ground. “What. The fuck. Is this?”

Voe looks around very embarrassed, “I..went to the club last night and had a bit too much to drink, and I started to…not feel well.” She plays with her fingers nervously

“And you thought the best solution was to lay on the ground in the fetal position??”

“I wasn’t really able to control my body at that point in time, so…”

She puts her hand on her forehead “Ugh, please don’t tell me you’re addicted to heroin,”

“What? No!”

“So…?”

She purses her lips “It’s kind of an autism thing,”

“Oh! It was the autism, great!” She sounds relieved

Voe shuffles her feet “Are you upset with me?”

“What? No, I just wanted to know what was going on.” She turns to her “I am all over social media, so when I see one of my employees like this,” she holds up the video again “I need to know why. My advice is always bring seltzer water with you to the club,”

“Ew,”

“You say ew now, but trust me, you’ll be thanking me. Well,” she looks around the room “Are you okay?”

Voe exhales “Yes. I am now, thanks for asking.”

“Mhmm,” she scrolls through her phone “You have to take care of yourself. You can’t work if you’re unwell.” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry.”

Velvette walks up to the doe “You don’t have to be sorry, things happen. Just don’t overdo it. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

“Oh, I’m sure you could replace me,”

“No, I couldn’t,” she stands directly in front of Voe’s face “You’re irreplaceable,” she tilts Voe’s head up to look her in the eyes

“Oh, thank you.” Voe flutters her eyelashes

The doll whispers “Oh you’re so welcome,” the doll leans down and plants a soft kiss on the model’s lips.

Voe blushes “Oh, you just kissed me,” 

“What, did you not like it?” the doll asks with lidded eyes

“Oh, I-I liked it, I just didn’t know you saw me like that,”

“Who wouldn’t, you’re so gorgeous,” she kisses her again, longer this time

Voe pulls back for a moment “Oh my gosh Velvette!” the Overlord raises her eyebrows “You’re my boss!”

“We’re in Hell baby, what does it matter?” Velvette places her other hand on the other side of the doe’s face, pulling her in for another kiss. Voe giggles nervously and excitedly into the kiss as she wonders what to do with her hands. Velvette places her hand on Voe’s butt, and Voe squeals in excitement when she squeezes it. She also puts Voe’s hands around her neck and pulls Voe closer. As their mouths continue to move in sync, Velvette slowly maneuvers them towards her desk, until Voe is leaning up against it. She trails her fingers down from the model’s ass to her thighs, touching the supple and smooth skin. 

“These thighs are my weakness,” Velvette says walking her fingers up and under Voe’s hot pink dress, dipping into her panties and rubbing her swollen slit, reveling in the wet sound that it made. “Ah, you hear that babe? That,” she looks her in the eyes “Is music to my ears. Do you hear how wet you are for me? And you’re acting surprised that I want you, I could practically smell your wetness from the other side of the room,” She dips her finger into Voe’s wet cunt, causing a squeak from Voe. “Is that okay? Does it hurt?”

“It’s just a little uncomfy,”

Velvette tsk-tsks “Well, I can’t have my favorite model uncomfortable,” she concludes as she lifts up Voe’s leg, forcing her to sit on the desk. Velvette held her leg up by the ankle and sticks her finger back into the model’s cunt, which this time is met with a moan. She meticulously curls and pumps one finger, then two, then three fingers in and out of Voe, getting her sweet spot each time, her moans getting louder and louder, Velvette’s eyes never leaving Voe’s face. Watching every twitch of her mouth, every time her eyes rolled back into her head, and every single moan that left her lips. “Come on baby, you can cum for me. I know you can do it.” the knot in Voe’s stomach grows tighter and tighter as her boss pumps her fingers faster and harder, shaking the desk vigorously as she pumps her fingers in and out. She smiles as Voe’s moans go silent and she throws her head back.

“Let me hear you sexy,” Velvette grabbed one of Voe’s thighs to steady her as she pumped harder and harder, the ramming of the desk could be heard on other floors.

“Oh my gosh! Mmmmmfuck!” Voe screams

“Yeah that’s right, fuck baby,” Velvette licks her lips as she pumps faster and faster with Voe creaming all over her boss’s fingers. Velvette sticks these fingers in her mouth, licking and sucking all the juices off them, “Holy fuck, that tastes fucking delicious!” she says before burying her face inside Voe’s cunt before the doe can stand up

“Uhhh,” her moans sound extra feminine as Velvette sucks her pretty clit, dragging her tongue between the doe’s folds

“You’re so wet sexy,” she pulls her head out “Who made you this wet baby?”

She bites her lip “You Velvette,” even though that wasn’t exactly true 

“Yeah, you’re so wet for your boss. Why?” she asks tickling the woman’s thighs

“‘Cuz you’re so gorgeous Velvette,”

“Mmmm, you’re so gorgeous Vera,” she sticks her tongue inside the woman’s cunt

Even though she moaned at the Overlord’s actions, she wasn’t sure how she felt about Velvette calling her by her true name, but she was 90% sure this wasn’t the right moment to bring it up. She bobs her head back and forth in and out of Voe’s pussy, her tongue exploring her insides in ways her fingers just couldn’t, then returned to small suctions on her clitoris bobbing her head faster and faster, her second orgasm coming through like a train on a railway track.

Once Velvette came back up from Voe’s dripping heat, the doll went to the other side of the studio and grabbed a chair, dragging it over to where the doe stood against the table.

“Sit down,” she orders her employee. Voe listens without question and watches as Velvette reaches up under her dress and pulls off her panties, tossing them to the side like yesterday’s gossip. She bunches it up to the side and says “Move this leg,” pointing to one of Voe’s legs, which she moves, and sits down on the model’s thigh. She places her arms on Voe’s shoulders and scooches closer to her until her cunt is right on top of Voe’s. She moans at the friction of their clits on one another, looking down at the doe whose eyes are no longer focused.

“Voe,” she says, forcing her to come to full attention

“Hmm yes?”

“I’m gonna ask you some questions okay?” she starts thrusting her pussy into Voe’s, slowly at first. “How do you like your job hmm?”

Voe tries to stifle her moans “I..I…love my job.”

“Yeah? How much do you love this job?” 

“Sooo much…uhhhh.”

“What do you like about it?” She begins playing with Voe’s breasts through her clothes

Voe is biting her lip and her eyes are closed, the breast play making it even harder to focus “I like…mmfuck…getting to….be on…tv and… uh taking pictures, and I like you,” needy moans cutting off her sentences and thoughts

“Oh, you like me? Fuck!” Velvette’s low moans complimented Voe’s high-pitched ones “What do you like about me? Hmm?” Her thrusts gradually increased speed

Voe lets out a small whimper “I like, how smart you are and how you’re so in charge…and…you’re so pretty…beautiful,” 

“Oh, you think I’m beautiful? What’s beautiful about me?” Velvette slowly pulls down the model’s clothing and reveals her breasts, going down to suck on one “Go on, I can’t hear you.”

Voe looks down at her to see her face, to be able to describe all the beautiful things about her “Your eyes….and your…hair. Your skin,” Velvette’s eyes look up at her while sucking on her nipple and she moans desperately, looking at the Overlord on her.

“Mhmm?” Velvette goads her while switching to the other nipple

“Your lips-

She ‘pop’s the nipple out of her mouth “My lips? You like my lips” Voe nods “Do you like when my lips do this?” She pulls on Voe’s nipple with her lips, leaving Voe making a strained squeak, rolling the nipple around “What about when my lips do this?” She puts her mouth around the nipple and pops her mouth on and off of it, Voe making short, shaky moans as the Overlord thrusts even faster into her cunt.

She comes up from her breasts and looks her in the eyes. Squeezing both nipples in her fingers. “You know what I like about you?” She whispers against the model’s skin

“Please don’t stop,”

She grins diabolically “I like how soft you are,’ she pinches her nipples harder, rocking the chair back and forth against the desk “Your skin, your hair, your thighs,” she drags her cunt along Voe’s before thrusting in quick circles. The influencer’s eyes squeezed shut “How you look so sexy in the clothes I make for you and how cute your voice is…”

Voe reaches out to grab her breasts and Velvette laughs with pleasure “Go ahead, touch them,” pulling down her dress, just as she had done to Voe. Her moans are controlled contrasting the sporadic ones Voe was letting loose. “And what I like most about you,” She twists the nipples in her fingers and Voe does the same to her, eliciting another moan from the Overlord 

“Yes, keep fucking doing that pet. Yes..” She bites her lip, leaning over into Voe’s ear “Is that you do everything I tell you to. ‘Cuz I’m the boss right?” she twists her nipples faster

Voe nods quickly, feeling another orgasm coming on 

“Right, I’m the boss?” Velvette thrusts faster and faster, feeling the oncoming of her own climax “I want you to say it.”

“Yes! You’re the boss! Fuck..please!”

“Suck on my tits pet,” And Voe does as she’s told, holding Velvette close as she sucks on the Overlord’s breast. Velvette thrusting faster and with more force, now that the focus was on her, Voe’s hands traced along Velvette’s soft perfect skin, as their wet cunts met over and over and over again. Switching between her nipples like this might be her last meal. Velvette pushes her back against the chair, seizing hold of her nipples once more. “Cum for me Voe,” she whispers “Cum for your boss,”

Voe has sweat dripping down her forehead “But I-“

“Shhh,” she pinches her nipples harder “Feeling you cum on my fucking cunt will make me fucking cum,” Velvette screams with pleasure “So fucking cum for me.”

And once again Voe does as she is told, her body jerking and her cunt twitching under her boss, letting out a surplus of juices, and then riding it out as Velvette’s soft pussy twitched on top of hers, their juices mixing into a new concoction, that slowly drips onto the floor, while Velvette continues to fuck through it, her thrusts getting slower and slower.

She gives one last suck on Voe’s tits before going up and pulling her into another kiss. Once she’s steadied herself, she stands, her dress falling back down and helps her model up. Velvette shakes her hair down and says “You will have to do damage control on that video, try hitting it from the ‘mental health’ angle, that should work. Well, you are free to go, I’ve got more work to do that you can’t help me with. I’ll see you and your delicious pussy later,” She pinches Voe’s still exposed and very sensitive nipple, making Voe whine in surprised pleasure as she pulls her clothes back up.

Velvette walks away from her and then turns back around “Oh and Voe,” the doe looks up “Do expect this to happen again, love.”

OPINIONS AND COMMENTS ARE NOT ONLY WELCOME BUT REQUESTED!!

[planetmimi]

decode - cl16

context: charles leclerc x black!fem!oc, some smau (cause i love those doooown)

faceclaim: @balialdn on insta

cw: none

summary: after a five-month social media break, artist Ahvi finally comes back to social media. her comeback is in the midst of dating rumors swirling around her and two of her...friends.

Italic = flashback

feedback is appreciated, this is my first one so please be nice

ahvi

liked by charles_leclerc, zendaya and 8.473.875 others

ahvi: my french is getting better, might use it in this project…maybe? (be calm yall)

f1lover: CHARLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! welcome back queen (im trying to be as calm, i think i might actually explode from happiness)!!!

username74: oh look the whore is back

username54: awww we all hoped you would never come back

username12: no fr! when her contract ran out i thought that we were finally done with her

username276: YOU DIDNT SAY FOR A WHOLE YEAR MAAM

lewishamilton: new music, maybe?

ahvi: maybe… if you get me paddock passes

lewishamilton: ask your boyfriend...maybe

ahvi: blocked, reported and banned from listening to my music cause OMG?! i just got back too?! like please ntm on me

charles_leclerc: teaching you french has been quite the challenge, i would like some type of credit please

ahvi: if you podium i'll think about it

charles_leclerc: and if i get P1 i want a song written for me and to be in the music video

ahvi: *gasps in étonnement* thats asking for a lot, P1 twice this season and you've got yourself a deal

username67: you should have never come back nobody wants to hear your shitty music

stanningahvi: the fact that it’s been damn near two years without any new music… and a year since we've last seen you👁️👄👁️

lew_max.444: no cause if this is a trick…imma do something heinous

ahvi: is this a threat ? cause it’s kinda feeling like a threat

ahvi4f1: i mean…we can make it one if you want us to 🤷🏾‍♀️

zendaya: as your bestfriend i have to let you know, if you don’t drop this, i will do so for you (i will leak it)❤️

ahvi: sounds like less work for me tbh 🤷🏽‍♀️

zendaya: alright yall secret project dropping next month at 4 pm PST

ahvi: ouuu d*sney dupe 🤭

tomholland2013: please, don’t check your messages mate

zendaya: don’t listen to him. go check your messages babe. go ahead.

ahvi: #CANCELZENDAYA

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ahvi

liked by: lewishamilton, sza and 5.946.087 others

ahvi: why didn't y'all tell me Australia is so hot ?? oh wait.. thats just me sorry y'all

landonorris : FIRST !

ahvi: 15th actually

landonorris : ......... you think you're so funny huh

ahvisdrafts: i mean she is actually a full time stand up comedian, part time singer-songwriter.

ahvi: you get it

username2: so, you and whats his face broke up and now you're going between F1 drivers?

f1grids: wow, never expected an A lister to become a grid groupie

girly2pop: are you ready to write a song for that man?

ahvi: stooop. shhhhhh. if no one mentions it EVER AGAIN i won’t have to do it

normani: tea is she's actually written like six of em already

georgerussell63: why is it always me?!

username29: girl we've heard the rumors about you getting around miss paddock princess

username : never would i have expected ahvi to become as close as she is with the f1 grid…like i didn't even know she knew what f1 was

username9: shes sleeping her way through it lol

username: girl you need to back up off charles

username6: no for real...going to australia three weeks before race week? way to scream desperate

Over the last year Ahvi has become somewhat of a hermit, between rumors swirling of a potential relationship between her and Charles, and her break up with her ex-friend becoming known to the public. All of this buzz around her name has generated a lot of hate, whether it be from her ex-friend's fans, Charles fans or her own haters. For the last year Ahvi has just been the internet's punching bag, despite not being active on the internet.

In the year she took away from social media a lot happened, a lot changed. Before she started her break, she was just off a stadium world tour, about to drop her first proper album. She felt on top of the world, until one day, with only three months left in her tour. Just before her second day at Wembly Stadium, when she fainted during soundcheck and was sent to the hospital.

- a year ago -

Her heartbeats so loud she almost can't hear what the nurse in front of her is saying. The nurse smiles lightly "I know this is probably very shocking, so I will give you some time, but your options are a bit limited with how far along you are." Ahvi nods, trying to process the words that were said to her, "I just- I'm sorry, I know I've made you say it to me a hundred times over but just...one more time and can I see the results."

"Don't worry, this is a common response in this situation," the nurse says as she hands over the blood test results. Ahvi looks at the blood test results, there it is, in black and white, "your HCG levels are higher than normal," the nurse points to her HCG results. Aleyah's eyes follow the nurse's finger, "Your results put you at being 17 weeks pregnant." There's that word again, pregnant, the one part of this she can't wrap her head around. As the nurse was talking to her an ultrasound tech brought in an ultrasound machine.

Ahvi tries her best to truly listen and absorb what the nurses are telling her as she lifts her shirt up to start the ultrasound. When the ultrasound tech brings the wand to where the gel was put a fast heartbeat fills the room and tears swell in the young singers eyes.

The 22-year-old looks at the ultrasound screen, a small incredulous whisper tumbles from her lips, "what the fuck."

[boujiestpoet]

Oh...that's not

Summary: Lando starts dropping cryptic love messages in his instagram, getting fans excited until they discover who he is talking about, and he HARD luanches his new (not really new tho) girl.

Face Claim: THE ONE AND ONLY RYAN DESTINY

tw: racism (miscroagressions, taking inspiration by some types of fans when their white boy of the months starts dating a girl with a little bit of melanin)

THIS IS A REMINDER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION I DON'T KNOW NONE OF THESE PEOPLE, AND THIS WORK DO NOT REPRESENT WHO THEY ARE

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landonorris

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landonorris: Feeling butterflies in my stomach

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username1: OMG

username25: Lando who wrote this

oscarpiastri Did you wrote that yourself mate?

↳ landonorris: you love to ruin moments?😂

↳ maxverstappen1 : obviously he didn't write it, we can read it so easily

↳ landonorris: 🙄

username809: He came to post something cute and got roasted instead

Amara_thepoet

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Amara_thepoet: Is official, I am officially in love

view comments.....

Ayoedibiri: wow and I thought you were a raging homosexual

↳ Amara_thepoet: Point of correction I'm a raging pansexual, get it right

↳ Ayoedibiri: Sorry queen 😞

amaran1fan: So you are receiving pasta and lobsta

↳ Amara_thepoet: More like Sunday Roast and Shepard's Pie

username31: oh she's dating a British guy

sam💖: Wait....does that mean that that's her first boyfriend, she always said she was never in a relationship🤔

F1 news

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F1: Lando got spotted in London underground with an unknown face, holding hands, who is she? Are they in a relationship

View comments.......

msnorris120: Not our boy Lando

username67: She is familiar.....OH MY GOD @charlesleclercboo IS THAT

↳ charleleclercboo: Omo is that our Nigerian sis

f1stan: OH my god Lando is dating a Sista?

username200: They look like bestie

↳ mrsnorris: Yes they look like platonic soulmates

↳ IUismywife: Be fucking forreal I never saw platonic soulmates staring at each other lips

username12: She is pretty, but is not who I imagined Lando to date

↳ f1stan: who were you expecting Lando to date?

↳ charlelerclecboo: you know damn well they will not answer

Username2024: Not people showing their true colors over a damn dating rumor😮‍💨

Hello so this is my first post in this account, please tell if there are grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language. I'm always eager to learn.

Taglist: @dutifullyannoyingfox

[star-scribbles]

she's abt to rob her town's bank (i got lazy with the background 😭)

[luminiamore]

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𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧

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ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇɪᴀɴ ᴇʀᴀ..

“Sister, there is another curse the locals are screaming about. He’s been burning a few villages, and the casualties have been so horrifying, it’s starting to alert the Gojō Clan.” A soft and blunt tone slightly echoed throughout an empty castle. Ryojin stood, arms folded and eyes shut, mirroring the cursed spirit seated on the throne beside him.

“Is that so?” The reply was a whisper, a hint of disinterest lingering. She couldn’t fathom a reason to care; the sorcerers are always quick to exorcise a threat. The woman, the curse, opened one of her closed eyes to gaze at her brother. 

He hums in response, “He seems to be making a name for himself. I would like to meet him.” His proposal caused Akuryo to tilt her head a bit. For what?

She sighed and waved him off, “For what, Ryo? Those puny sorcerers will get rid of him by the end of the today.” 

“That’s the thing, sister, they’re scared of him! He’s killed every last one that’s tried to exorcise him!” Both of his eyes widened as a bright, deranged smile began forming on his face. He laughed maniacally; he was excited. And it just hit Akuryo that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him this happy. Now, her interest is piqued.

He goes on, “I’d like to fight him. Do you think he’s stronger than me?” His tone was smug as if he already knew the answer.

She stays silent for a moment, stronger than him? Akuryo’s cursed energy was insurmountable, and to be entirely fair, she was so humble about it. The spirit was callous, responsible for the death of a quarter of the world’s population. She went global- outside of Japan entirely. 

She was a force to be reckoned with, and she couldn’t be stopped. She refused. And her brother, Ryojin, became a curse user all too quickly. 

The many sorcerers, from the Kamo Clan, the Zenin, the Inumaki, Fujiwara- hell, she even managed to get the Gojō clan to realize she was a severe threat to their survival; it was almost pitiful how they all failed to exorcise her. 

It was as if they weren’t the strongest sorcerers of their time. They couldn’t touch her, and she barely had to use her cursed techniques. Akuryo kept this in mind as she contemplated Ryo’s question. While he belonged to no clan, his cursed energy was almost on the same level as hers. Almost. 

She had half a mind to kill him for it, but she refused to lose the only person who cared about her; that human part of her had never left. 

“No,” She replied earnestly and huffed out a breath before she began again, “However, I’d like to find out. Shall we?” 

Ryo tried. He did, but he noticed he managed to get Akuryo interested. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t suppress the chilling laughter that erupted as soon as his sister spoke. The sound echoed through the vacant castle, startling nearby crows. A real challenge, he prayed to himself it would be. And a real challenge it will be.

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They strolled, following the sound of screams that grew louder the closer they got. She began to sense his potent, overwhelming energy, and for the first time in decades, a faint smile adorned her beautiful ebony features. She wasn’t one to hand out praise so quickly, but even she couldn’t deny how formidable his entire aura was.

She could tell he wasn’t stronger than her. He had the potential to surpass her power if one day she happened to die; she could also make out that much. The thought of it made her shiver in anticipation. Who is this curse? Who was the spirit that could invoke such a reaction from her, of all beings? She wanted to know desperately. 

There was a hint of something else underlying his intense energy, making her heart beat faster. If she was confused, she made no show of it. She didn’t know what this feeling was, and if there was one thing she hated, it was not knowing.

 She spotted a nearby castle, its presence evoking a sense of petrifying dread. She stopped abruptly, her brother following suit once he realized why. Someone else is here.

Out of nowhere, a freezing mist makes its way toward the both of them. Akuryo blocks it with her hand before it has the chance to reach her vicinity, the ice that formed shortly after shattering completely. Oh?

“Show yourself, curse user,” Ryo spoke for his sister, his tone utterly tranquil with a subtle pinch of annoyance. He didn’t appreciate attacks from afar.

There was no response, only the same attack coming quickly than the one before. This time, it was Ryo who blocked it effortlessly. He steps forward, closing his eyes when he stops. He breathes in, taking in the scent of the destroyed village. The minute his eyes open, medium-sized balls of hot melting lava and fireballs from his relaxed hand race in every direction, setting large fires on everything they touch.

“You hit someone,” Akuryo whispered to her brother. Her ears tingled as they quickly picked up on footsteps hurriedly rushing away from them. 

Ryo clutched his sister’s hand, and with a swift step, they were directly in front of the castle. The gate loomed large, crafted from pure bone and metal—human bones, to be precise. Akuryo found herself internally commending his design style; the bones’ patterns were intricate and captivating. 

She was in awe, but she didn’t know she was. She was familiar only with feelings of rage and indifference, requiring significant effort to provoke even the slightest hint of upset from her. She was evermore eager to meet this curse.

With a mere wave of her hand, the gate fractures into pieces, the sheer force of the action causing the wind to whip her hair back. 

A path of dried blood and scattered bones led to the castle door. As Akuryo approached the towering entrance, a deep, authoritative voice called out before she could make contact,

“I will kill you,” His voice, she thought. It’s so.. sinister, arrogant, mildly flirtatious? It demanded attention, and it definitely had hers. Her cheeks would’ve been red had her skin been light enough. What the hell is happening to her? 

“Do you promise?” She replies, her tone low and light, but even he could tell she was amused rather than scared. Sukuna had never faced a challenge, never encountered a curse that aroused anticipation within him. Sensing her energy before Uraume rushed at him with the upper side of their arm severely burned, he found himself undeniably intrigued—deeply so...

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a/n: let’s assume uraume wasn’t that good in reversed cursed technique in this era so she couldn’t heal herself that fast :)

[crowlipso]

Thinking about Natty braiding my mc's hair and I was like AAAAAAAA