#luckily its a p informal one

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Oh i am gonna Suffer today

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Midpoint - Michael Gavey x Reader

Synopsis: The semester break came along quicker than you thought it would, and you decided to stay on campus for the break to get ahead in your studies. What will happen when you go head-to-head with a certain ill-tempered maths student in a war of pettiness?

Warnings: This fic is 18+, readers discretion is advised. Arguing, pettiness, name calling, low blows, tension, degradation, ripped stockings, finger fucking, rough fucking, fucking in public, p in v, creampie, cum eating.

Word Count: 8.7k

Notes: Hello my angels, Happy New Year, heres to all the filth that will continue to come from the cesspool that is my mind. Thank you all for your patience, I have been so excited to write for Michael, and so I hope you enjoy this as much as I have writing it !! heheh ;) <3

Part 2

There was a soft amber glow that cast over the library, the dark wood warming with the golden light that peaked through the windows, patches of wooden floors illuminated in some spots with coloured lights from stained glass windows.

For the most part, the library was empty bar three other students who had stayed behind for the break, getting ahead on their work for the next semester.

You were one of them, and with the sheer size of the library, you wouldn’t have known there were others inside if you had not seen them when walking down the endless isles of books in search for the ‘British Working Class Movements’ for your history course. 

It didn’t take long for you to find it, and by the time you settled into a secluded corner down the back, the sun had already begun to set. You flicked on one of the green and gold table lamps and began to read, periodically taking notes on a page as you went.

It wasn’t that you needed to study ahead, it simply gave you something to do whilst the break droned on, few students having stayed behind making it lonely, but a bit more bearable than making the long trip home.

You loved the library, the stained wood, smell of old books lining the walls, and the quiet of the place was a nice haven to get away from the usual hustle and bustle of college. Everyone always seemed to be in a rush to either their next class or their next party, and although you weren’t a loner per se, you didn’t always feel like being in the constant lights and sounds that came with socialising. And so the library was the one place, besides your dorm, where you could have a nice piece of solitude.

Settling over the page, you gained a steady rhythm. Read about one movement, then write anecdotes as you went, taking the time to pause, re-read, and really absorb the information as much as you could. It was fascinating, and you enjoyed learning as much as you did.

By the third hour of continuous reading and note taking, your hand began to cramp, and so you decided it was time for a short break. You stood up from the desk, stretching your arms above your head, a small sigh escaping your lips as your back cracked and muscles pulled. You twisted your upper body to each side, softly grunting as you felt your back click again and again, sighing loudly as a particular pop took away an ache that had settled between your shoulders. You continued on with your languid stretches, trying to get some of the stiffness out of your body from being hunched over the desk for so long. 

You wondered how much more time you should spend writing notes, or whether you could go back to your dorm and laze about on the bed. Luckily for you, you didn’t have a roommate, and were able to make the space feel much like your own. You didn’t have too much furniture, the room not allowing for it, just your essentials and a few trinkets here and there that you had collected. Your real pride and joy however, was a Peace Lily that you had saved from sure death. Now, it sat proudly on your study desk, growing dark green leaves and flowering its soft white flowers.

The idea of going back to your dorm seemed tempting, after all, you didn’t really have to be studying, and you had just recently bought the new Harry Potter book and wished to read some more of it, make a nice cup of tea, sink into your sheets and get lost into a fantasy world.

A soft jangling came from between one of the large book shelves, and soon a man peeked through. His icy blue eyes caught yours and you watched as he assessed you from where he stood, albeit awkwardly, gaze dragging up and down your body.

He was tall and lean, with sandy blonde hair that sat messily atop his head. He had a sharp aquiline nose, and lips that pulled up naturally in its corners.

You recognised him from somewhere, but where you couldn't be sure.

Perhaps he was in the same classes as you?

He continued to stare at you, shirt tucked into his pants, small carabiner attached with a USB dangling from a belt loop, his tongue pushed into his cheek.

“You right?” You asked, shifting on your feet, wondering if he needed something from you.

His lips pursed as he looked at you from down his nose, “Are you?”

You furrowed your brows, “Huh?” 

“You've been moaning in the back of the library like a tart.” 

You bristled, “I beg your pardon?”

Who the fuck-

“Some of us are trying to study.” His arms were stiff by his sides, and before you had the chance to reply, he spun on his heel, shoes squeaking loudly in the aisles as he marched away.

“What the fuck?” You whispered to yourself, feeling angry and also slightly embarrassed about the encounter.

Had you been making a lot of noise? 

You didn’t think so, especially since the library was essentially empty anyway. You had even chosen the furthest corner of the floor as well, tucked away behind rows of books and out of sight. 

You sat back down at the desk and tried to continue writing notes, but instead, you found yourself feeling far too self conscious, and wondered if you were even breathing too loudly. But before you got too self critical, you remembered that the library was practically empty, and you had specifically chosen a spot the furthest away from the other three students.

If your stretching and little sighs had disturbed him, he was either hanging around your area, or had the hearing of a bat. 

So after about an hours more of study attempts and a half a page more of notes, you decided to call it a night, packing away your belongings before taking the book with you, not bothering to check it out. 

As soon as you got back to your dorm, you headed straight to bed, not feeling in the mood to make a cup of tea or even open your new book, no longer looking forward to enjoying yourself and settling in. Instead you laid on your back staring at the ceiling, stewing about how the man in the library had spoken to you, and vowing that if you saw him again, you'd give him a piece of your mind. 

And by your luck, you did see him again. 

The very next day.

You got to the library around midday, deciding that you weren’t going to do a late night of studying, deciding to have a relaxing night in to pamper yourself, maybe even watch a movie in the common rooms if the tv free, or do as you had intended the night before; a cup of tea and your book, and maybe even some ‘me’ time.

The library, despite all its windows and the suns rays peeping through, was cold, and as soon as you stepped foot into it a chill ran over you. You walked through the endless rows of books, not seeing a soul as you climbed the stairs to the second floor, dust settled into the crooks and corners of the staircases and bannisters, the smell almost overwhelming, until finally, you saw him. 

He was sat in the centre of the room at one of the large study desks, multiple books opened around him as he furiously wrote down notes and equations. His head didn’t lift at the sound of your footsteps, too busy in his own little world studying for God knows what, so much so, that it was a wonder that you had even managed to disturb him the day prior, which now only seemed to fuel your anger.

You were never one to back down.

You walked straight to him, toes almost kicking the leg of the table as you looked down at his neat writing, his hand flying across the page in rapid succession, no calculator in sight despite the lengthiness of the equations.

It was impressive, you noted begrudgingly, the way he worked so swiftly, and just was you were about to gain his attention, he spoke to you, hand not once slowing as he worked. 

“What do you want?” 

It wasn’t rude, just as it wasn’t polite. If anything, it was abrasive, like the rough cobblestones outside, and not once did he look up at you.

It caught you off guard.

Your mouth opened and shut as you tried to think of something to say.

Was it really worth being hot headed and saying something the day after?

Would he even remember?

Or would you be embarrassing yourself further?

Ultimately you gave up, deciding that there was no point to saying anything anymore, sighing in resignation as you walked around the length of the table continuing to yours. 

You got about three steps away before he spoke again.

“Remember that you’re in the library this time.”

You spun, staring daggers into the back of his head, hand gripping the strap of your bag, “What the fuck is your problem?” Your chest heaved in anger, waiting for him to turn around or answer you, but he didn’t.

The sandy haired man continued his endless equations, leaving you standing behind him as though you had spoken to a ghost. It was maddening, the rush of your blood loud in your ears drowning out the steady scratch of his pencil.

How dare he?

He was just like all the others, like every other man on campus who felt they could speak however they like at any woman as though you were beneath them. 

You stood there for what felt like minutes, but was mere seconds.

Realising that you weren’t to get an answer from him, you continued on your way to your secluded little table, stomping through the aisles, your footsteps echoing loudly in the space on the wooden floor.

When you got to the table, you all but threw your bag down, the heavy textbook slamming onto the wooden surface, making a large bang.

Never in your life had you been so agitated, ripping the chair away from the desk, letting the legs scrape on the mahogany floor. 

One after the other, you yanked your books out of your bag, your notebook and pens, throwing them onto the table without a care. You could feel the heat of your anger creeping up your neck and into your face, and despite your attempts to calm yourself by studying, you ended up just re-reading the same paragraph over and over again, not once absorbing it. 

By the time you decided to give up, the sun had begun to set, and so you hastily scrambled to shove your things back into your bag, not even bothering to tuck your chair in softly, throwing it against the desk and storming out the way you came.

He was still in his regular spot when you stalked past him, his head turned down as he read through his notes, multiple empty chocolate wrappersw spread across the table. 

“Fucking asshole.” You muttered as you walked past him, not bothering to spare him a second glance as you huffed and stormed away, hoping to find some peace in your dorm. 

When you got to your dorm, you were so hungry that you began to feel sick. Realising that in your anger you had forgotten to eat, you wandered down to the pub not far from campus and got a cheap little meal, eating quietly in the corner, a telly playing a soccer game on the screen in the back. 

There weren't many patrons that night, but you could hear the pool table being used in the distance, the loud clacking of the balls being sunk, drowning out the soft sound of the telly. The pub stunk of stale beer and cigarettes, ring stains on all the wooden surfaces from sweating glasses.

It was still early when you finished, and so you made the decision to check out the commons and see if a tv was free.

The night air was cold as you walked back to your dorm, your teeth chattering in your skull as you sped walked, wrapping your arms around yourself to get back into the warmth of the old building. Lights illuminated the old stone walls in a yellow light, casting shadows on the cobblestones and bare trees around you.

It would have been spooky if you weren’t used to it by now, and could understand how first years would become spooked at night alone, walking through the courtyards.

As you made your way towards the common room in your building, you couldn’t help but think about the man in the library. His sandy hair, blue eyes, sharp features and sharper mouth. Who needed a heater when you had this man to fire you up? You could almost hear his grating tone as he mocked you, his glasses shining in the library as he looked down his nose at you.

He made you feel small, unwanted. But you had worked hard to get into Oxford, and you, whether he liked it or not, had earned your place. 

It wasn’t unlike the men you already knew in STEM to be somewhat assholes, especially towards women or any degrees they deemed ‘unfit’ or ‘unworthy’. You had heard many scoffs and sneers at the Arts students, or English Literature kids, especially if it was women, from the STEM boys who seemed to hoard together like a bunch of flies. Or better yet, like a Rat King, unable to break the connection between each other despite how much they fought it.

It was, to follow the pun, a rat race.

The hall was dark as you walked to the commons, but from the window of the door, you saw the tale tell sign of the telly being on. You wondered momentarily if it was anyone you knew that had stayed back, perhaps one of the girls.

Maybe you could settle down with them and watch whatever mind melting soap opera was on, and lull yourself into a stupor. 

The prospect of talking to someone almost dissolved your sour mood, and by the time you opened the door, peering into the flickering light illuminated room, a small smile had begun to pull at your lips.

But that smile was short lived as your eyes met a pair of pale blue ones.

You watched as his lips pulled down in recognition of you, his head turning to look back at the telly. Your heart began to race in your chest again, the door clicking shut behind you, the soft sound of Doctor Who’s theme song filling the room, the screen reflecting off of his rectangular lenses. 

It didn’t help that the small drinks you had at the pub seemed to ignite your previous disdain for the man, as well as dampening your, for a lack of a better word, cognition.

In that moment, you were at a loss of what to do. You wanted to watch tv, but the idea of being anywhere near him infuriated you. Yet, at the same time, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction by leaving, indicating to him that you had given up, and that he had won.

“You going to stand there all night?” He teased cruelly, eyes not once turning back to you, locked on David Tenant as he ran through an abandoned warehouse.

You bristled, teeth grinding down against each other as you stormed past him, “Fuck you.” You dropped down onto the cushion on the other end of the couch. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see his lips purse slightly, obviously hearing you.

No matter how much you tried, you could not get comfortable on the couch, and it wasn’t because the couch had a natural groove from the many people who sat in it, or the obvious stains on the covers and arms, some recognisable, others dubious, nor the permeating cigarette smell that emanated from deep within the foam, but rather because he sat all too comfortable beside you, watching a show you wished you could watch alone.

You shifted against the arm again for the umpteenth, huffing softly in the room. Your ass had fallen asleep because you sat ramrod straight and refused to relax, tucking your legs beneath you not leaning back. No matter what you did, you could not settle, body gearing up for a fight.

When you shifted again, it seemed to pull his attention away from David Tenants doctor.

“You gonna keep huffing in the corner like a baby?”

Your already fragile thread of patience snapped.

“What the fuck is your problem? Have I done something to you? I don’t even know who you are.”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to him. The man sneered, leaning towards you on the couch, “My problem is vapid little cunts like you. Getting by on mummy and daddy’s money whilst the rest of us have to work to stay here. You just party and fuck each other like rats.” His cold eyes razed up and down your body, watching as your face morphed from anger to offence, and then, to rage.

You shot up from your seat, moving to stand over him as he looked up at you, face barely containing his hatred. 

“I don’t have ‘mummy’s and daddy’s money’, I’m here because I worked hard to be here.” You hissed, hands clenched into fists at your sides, “You know nothing about me.” 

“I know you’re friends with Felix Catton and every other vapid, useless cunt that hangs off of his every breath.” His voice lowered, hatred simmering behind his light illuminated glasses.

Your brows furrowed, “Felix and I have a class together. Assigned seating. We walk there together. If-” You straightened, looking down at him before it hit you.

A laugh of disbelief flew from your lips, and soon enough the cocksure anger melted away from his sharp features, replaced by confusion.

“Wow.” You huffed, a bitter laugh filling the air, “You’re jealous.” His eyes narrowed on you, “You’re jealous of Felix.” You watched as his mouth snapped open, “Maybe if you weren’t so-“

“-I’m not fucking jealous of those nobodies.”

Snorting, you shook your head, “Nobodies… Yet people know their name. I don’t even know who you are.”

You waited for him to give you his name, to finally tell you who this infuriating man was, the credits of Doctor Who playing in the background as you stared at each other. Your chest heaved, but all you felt looking down at him was irritation.

“Your anger is misdirected." You growled, "I thought you would be smarter than that.”

The man's jaw ticked, “I thought you didn’t know who I was.”

“I don’t.”

You turned away, suddenly drained from the whole interaction. You didn’t bother to turn back and look at him, or even say another word. You wanted to go to bed, no, needed to go to bed and get away from the man on the couch before you tore your hair out.

As you opened the common room door, his voice called out to you.

“Y/n L/n.” 

The way he said your name sent goosebumps rising on your skin, each syllable pronounced slowly, as though he was savouring your name on the tip of his tongue. Your hand paused on the door as you pushed it open, looking back at him. 

“And who are you?”

Before he could answer, you left, slamming the door shut behind you. You marched straight back to your room, hands in such tight fists that your nails left half crescent moons in the flesh of your palms.

You lay awake most of the evening staring at the ceiling with the interaction on your mind.

He knew you by name, even thought you were friends with Felix, and whilst you weren’t not friendly with him, you wouldn’t say you were closely acquainted. You drank at the same parties sometimes or saw him down at the pub, but the only one-on-one time you had with him was in class. 

Whoever this man was, and whoever he thought you were, he was wrong. And now he was going to regret it.

You knew he would be there, in fact you betted on it, getting up extra early to go to the library to do the one thing you planned on doing that day.

Piss him off.

If there was one thing that men hate the most in the world, it was not being in control, and that was doubled if it was with a woman.

You sat at the table he always did, spreading your textbooks and papers, pens, notes, snacks, water bottle, and even IPod Nano on its surface. You had brought extra things with you today in your bag to spread across the table, some things not even needed to study, but used to take up more space and soil his little territory.

The sun had barely even risen by the time you laid it all out, but you knew it would all be worth it.

And it was, because not even fifteen minutes later, he arrived to the sight of you at his desk, humming as you looked at your notes.

His feet stopped not too far from your (his) table, watching as you met his gaze, devoid of emotion. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling, watching as he clenched his teeth in irritation.

He was almost shaking with anger.

Got you.

You kept the image of innocence, looking back down at your notes as you tapped your pen against the tables surface loudly. You could see his fists clenching in your periphery at his side, his pale green button up shirt with long beige pants shifting side to side as he stood angrily watching you.

“What are you doing?” The blonde’s voice cut through the quiet of the library, irritation evident in his tone.

You didn’t bother to look up, pen still clicking rhythmically against the table, “Hm?”

“You think you’re clever, don’t you?”

Placing the pen on your page delicately, you looked up, “Pardon?”

The mans cheeks flushed an angry red as he stared down at you, lips pulling into a tight line, “Whatever you think-“

“-I’m sorry,” You interrupted him, leaning forward to look up into his eyes sweetly, “Do I know you?”

The man leant forward and sneered, “Gavey.”

“Gavey?” You titled your head, biting your lip softly in thought.

Why did that name sound so familiar?

“Yes.” He grit through his teeth, looking down at your spread notes and gear.

Then it came to you.

“Gavey! Michael Gavey!” You beamed up at him, leaning slightly forward on the desk.

Now you knew why he was so familiar.

“You’re the maths genius.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Anyone who had heard about Michael Gavey knew about his stellar intellect when it came to maths, and unfortunately for him, they also knew about his little antisocial outbursts, “You yelled at Oliver on O week.”

You watched with delight as the anger fell momentarily from his face, and embarrassment replaced it. You leant further forward, putting both elbows on the table as you rested your chin on your hands, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Is it true then? You can do any sum just in your head?”

If it was true, he needed to be studied by a team of scientists.

And maybe a behavioural therapist.

Michael stood taller, proud to have been recognised for this part of him as he watched you bat your eyelashes at him. His shoulders rolled back, eyes glimmering with determination behind his glasses.

Men were so easy.

You just stroke their ego a little and their guard comes down immediately.

“Ask me.” His voice was soft, confident, waiting on bated breath to show off his born skill.

You smiled, “Alright. Seven-hundred-and-eighty-nine multiplied by six-hundred-and-fifty-four.”

Without missing a beat, “Five-hundred-and-sixteen-thousand-and-six.”

“Divided by twelve.”

“Forty-three-thousand point five.”

“Times nine.”

“Three-hundred-and-eighty-seven-thousand-and-four point five.”

You leant back in your chair watching him. It was impressive, and if he wasn’t such a prick, you would have openly praised him. But you didn’t have it in you in that moment to give him anything but a lengthy stare, using the time to get a good look at his face without the sneer.

He was handsome, a long face framed nicely by his ‘devil may care’ hair. You wondered if he even bothered to brush it in the morning. The longer you looked at him the more you could see how his sharp features and soft lips would in fact get him the attention he so desperately craved, if only he wasn’t as insufferable as he was. In fact, the more you thought about it, if things had been different, perhaps you would have pursued him, maybe even asked him out for a drink.

Instead, he had made an enemy for himself, and being petty at this point was a hobby for you that you took great time and pleasure in doing, especially if it was for assholes who made the first move unwarranted. 

“Hm.” You tapped your pen against the table, “How do I know it’s correct and you're not just making it up?”

This seemed to anger Gavey.

“I’m not making it up. I do the sums,” He narrowed his eyes, “In my head.”

“I don’t have a calculator to confirm this. For all I know, you could be lying.”

The anger was back, “I’m not lying. I’m never wrong.”

“Sure.”

“I’m a genius.”

“Uh huh.”

Then came the vitriol, his shoulders tensed in rage, “What would you know anything about maths? You’re a History and Philosophy major.” Michael scoffed, seeming to think that his disdain for your degree would upset you in the slightest.

You sighed loudly, pulling the earphones from your Ipod to begin putting them in your ears. You looked at him pointedly, putting a sad little smile onto your lips. 

Show time.

“It’s a shame, you know.” You said sadly.

“What?” Michael responded, over-eagerly.

The earphones sat in your ears and you scrolled down to a song you wanted, letting the music begin to play loudly just to piss him off, the noise turned up high enough for him to hear the lyrics. You didn't show it, but it was too loud, and most certainly hurt your ears, yet it was worth it to see his nose scrunch up.

“That you’re a snob.” Your voice rose over the music in your ears, unable to hear anything but the loud bass line that bounced in your head, “You’re actually cute when you’re not sneering at me.” You let your eyes drop back to your page, ignoring his presence as you strummed the pen loudly against the wood of the desk, unable to hear if he responded, but also not bothered to hear him. You had ended the conversation just the way you wanted.

And it would drive him nuts.

What you hadn’t seen was his mouth opening and shutting multiple times as a blush spread across his cheeks. He stood idly by, utterly unable to produce a single word or sound bar clearing his throat. Michael disappeared from your periphery as he left to sit at the table at the end, dropping into his seat to begin his studies.

But it proved to be fruitless, because as he attempted to settle into the endless stream of equations, all he could hear behind him was the tinny sound of your music blasting from your earphones and the steady grating tap of your pen.

He tried, in vein, for over an hour to focus, before giving up and storming out of the library. It was only then when you lifted your head, smiling at his retreating figure in triumph. 

I win.

Not a word had been written on your page, and not a thing had been absorbed in your head. You lowered the volume of your music, a ringing settling into your ears, before packing up your things to go back to your dorm, deciding that a job well done was deserving of some respite, and in your good mood you would actually read your book.

You spent the rest of your day and better part of your evening reading, lounging, and snacking on some chips as you snuggled into your sheets. 

Being the creature of habit that you were, you ended your triumphant day going to the pub to have another cheap meal and a drink or two, spending a considerable amount of the evening chatting up another student who had also stayed behind during the break.

He was cute, and funny, and although he hinted more than once that he would like to continue your evening back in either one of your dorms, you didn’t have the energy to entertain a potentially dull night of barely there pleasure. 

He smiled too wide and had too much confidence to really know what he was doing, and you felt immediately that he would be the type to get his and leave you high and dry. So you parted, promising emptily to get another pint together soon enough, though you knew it wasn’t your stellar verbal company that he wanted.

Sinking into bed that evening was an easy and pleasurable experience. You crawled into your sheets, smile on your face and victory on your tongue. Your tit-for-tat was successful, and now you could finally just focus on your work, and not the sandy haired Michael Gavey who seemed to invade your every thought. 

-

The sun trickled through the curtains by your bed, a warm stream of light hitting your face. You woke with a stretch, body slowly waking up with the day.

You didn’t have much planned after yesterdays success, and didn’t have a want to do much at all, but there was only so much lounging in bed one could do over the many weeks of break, so you decided to go back to the library, at least for an hour to make up for yesterdays losses (despite the personal win). 

You looked around your room and settled on a skirt and some tights with a turtle neck sweater, unable to find anything else as a pile of dirty clothes had slowly accumulated in the corner. You made a note to yourself to take it to the laundromat later with some coins and your book. 

The walk to the library was the same monotonous one as it always was. The same stone walls, the same dark wooden detailing and floor, the occasional beautiful stained glass window, and the ever strange silence of an empty college. There was a light layer of frost on the grass outside, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it would snow. The trees were bare except for a handful of orange and brown leaves, hanging on for dear life, or perhaps, holding on with dead fingers.

Rigor mortus of the petiole.

The steps creaked beneath your feet as you made your way up to your usual spot, the library cold as it always was, causing you to wish you had brought a warmer jacket with you. When you got to the landing, you expected to see him, sandy hair, glasses slipping down his sharp nose, hunched over the same textbook as he wrote out his equations with dizzying speed, but the tables were empty, and the aisles were barren, and all that was in the library was you.

Briefly you wondered for a moment if something has happened to him. Had he gotten sick? Too ill to crawl out of bed, laying in his sheets with a fever and no one to comfort him?

You frowned at the thought. 

Why did you care?

His ego was likely too bruised to show his face, and was hidden in another alcove or other smaller library somewhere else, or perhaps even in his room.

Maybe he even had friends, and decided to spend the day with them, likely another student in STEM. 

You could have sworn you saw him and Oliver Quick in the pub one night together.

You walked past his empty table and continued down the end to where your little nook was, grazing your fingers along the spines of the books as you went. Each ridge another spine, each spine another thousand upon thousand of words that had been read, dissected, and rewritten by many a student. You liked to think about how many hands had touched the pages, how many eyes had skimmed the words, how many bags, beds, tables, couches, cars or trains they had been in over the years, and how many times you had read them, or held them in the same spot.

You emerged from the isles to your nook.

It was not what you had expected that morning.

Certainly not what you had expected any morning come to think of it, but even so, your steps halted and your heart began to quicken, anger slowing creeping up your neck, heating your face.

He was sat at your table.

Your table.

His glasses had slid down almost to the tip of his nose, a long slender finger daintily pushing them back up to the bridge, lips pouted in their natural pout as his hand flew about his notes, writing equation after equation in a speed that would intimidate even Einstein. Michaels hair was disheveled, as though he had run his hand through it multiple times, as he contemplated the pros and cons of sitting there. 

He must have landed on the pros.

“What are you doing.” You bit out, an irritating sense of dejavu seeping into your bones.

Michael didn’t look up at you, your feet almost pushing through the floor, anger rooting you in place.

“Hm?” Came his noncommittal reply.

It set you off.

“You’re in my seat.” You hissed, swiftly stepping towards him.

The light from the window beside him cast shadows across half his face as he looked up at you, he sucked his teeth loudly, “Your seat?”

“Yes.”

“I see.” His head dipped back down to his notes, his blue eyes looking up at you from under his lashes as his hand continued to write, “This is a public library. It’s a public seat.”

You stormed forward dumping your bag atop his hand, his pencil scraping across his notes on the paper, “You know exactly what I mean.”

His jaw ticked, steely blue eyes flicking to where you dumped your heavy bag atop his notes and own text book.

“I’m sorry, I’m not tutoring on break.” His tone all too demeaning as he over pronounced each word.

Your hands slammed down onto the desk as you leant forward towards his face, “I don’t need a tutor and you know it, you miserable little cunt.” Anger boiled inside of you, building and building, ready to burst. 

Michael bristled, “Who the f-“

“-Oh, fuck you, Michael. You’re a miserable piece of shit, thinking you’re above everybody else, sneering at anyone who dares to be happy. I’ve seen you, always sulking about in the shadows because no one can stand to be around you.”

The silence was almost deafening.

Oh God.

That was a low blow.

You had taken it too far.

You swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling very guilty, “Michael,” You started, “That was-“

A pale hand lifted in front of your face, the man standing almost near silently in front of you. He went from below you, to towering above in a split second, his sheer size double your own. He stared down his sharp nose at you with a look of contempt, the rage behind his eyes flickering with barely held restraint.

“Do you want to know what I think?” His voice was low, lower than you had ever heard it go, emotion almost drained entirely from it except an icy edge which sent the hairs on the back of your neck on end.

You stayed silent, watching as he stepped away from the desk, chair scraping on the wood to come towards you slowly, your heart beating like a drum behind your ribs.

Though you could step back, his eyes kept you glued to where you were, head craned up to look at him as he came closer, the tension in his jaw growing with every passing second.

It was unnerving, and everything within told you to run, but something made you stay.

Call it guilt.

Or intrigue.

His hand dropped to his side, slow, calculated steps coming closer, each one as silent as the next as his cheek twitched whilst looking you over.

“I think,” He began, a foot away from you, voice low, “That you’re just desperate enough to accept the scraps that they give you, because you fear if you don’t,” Another step, taking him toe-to-toe with you, “That you’ll be a nobody like me.”

Your mouth became dry, lips slightly parted as a tinge of hurt spread through your chest.

You shook your head faintly, “I don’t think you’re a nobody.”

A brow lifted, “You called me a nobody.”

“I was wrong.”

“Wrong because it was hurtful? Or wrong because you have more in common with me than you do with them.”

You shook your head, “Why is it always about them?”

“It is always,” He sneered, “About them. I have watched you take what little you can get from them like a beggar. Talking to Felix in the hallways, doing his homework for him, smiling at him like a dolt.”

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“I’ve seen you.” His shoe bumped against yours as he leant forward, “You’re nothing to them. How long was it before they even learnt your name?”

“Stop it.” You whispered, feeling tears prickle in your eyes.

Michaels head tilted, “Why? It’s the truth.”

“It’s not.”

The sandy haired man clicked his tongue at you, head tilting, “You and I both know that’s not the truth, is it? What did Farleigh call you again?”

A lone tear fell down your cheek, leaving a wet track in its path. Your lip wobbled as you tried to keep your composure.

You didn’t know how he knew.

You didn’t know how he could have known what Farleigh had said to you that night, drinking in the pub together.

You hadn’t even meant to join them, but their table grew bigger and bigger until it swallowed your own and soon enough they were buying you shots. It was never a regular thing, you were never quite in the circle, but not quite out of it either. More-so lingering in the nothingness of neither here nor there. 

Michael looked at you pityingly, not in a way where he held empathy for you because of it, but in a way where he pitied you for being the way you were. It was demeaning. Cold. 

Detached.

“Parvenu.” His lips pronounced each syllable slowly, darkly, and it made you ache.

Another tear fell as you took a sharp intake of breath, sniffling roughly. 

Shame built inside of you. 

It was humiliating to relive that moment, let alone with Michael. And now that you knew he had witnessed or heard it, you wondered who else may have been there to hear Farleigh’s degrading comment and snort of a laugh followed. The way he would raise his brows at you the rest of the night as if to say ‘See? You don’t belong here, and we can all see it’, ‘We let you here because we can’.

“I don’t understand-“

Michael interrupted you, "-You let them walk all over you, and for what? Parties and accolades?” The corners of his lips turned downwards, “They don’t even respect you. Do they know that you’ve stayed behind on break alone? Do you think they’ll think of you in their mansions? Do you think Felix would ever-“

“-You talk about them as if they’re irredeemable, but they’ve been far nicer to me than you have.” Another tear fell, and your stomach tied itself in knots. 

The anger seemed to simmer in his eyes, “They don’t deserve you.”

Your brows pulled down in confusion, “What?”

“You let them use you, chasing after their fleeting affections. It’s pathetic.”

Anger began to simmer inside of you, “Pathetic? You know what’s pathetic?” You leaned up on your toes, “The fact that you have so clearly been watching me, and everything that I do, and not once have you tried to be my friend. Do you know what’s pathetic?” Your voice began to rise, heat inside of you rising with it, “Your anger and hatred of them clearly stems from jealously and embarrassment because they would never talk to-“

Your eyes widened in shock, his lips crashing against yours as he yanked you forward, hand at the back of your head pulling you in tightly. You were so in shock, you didn’t know what to do, standing stiffly in his arms as the other circled your waist and pulled you against him. 

It only took a second for your brain to come to with what was happening, your eyes sliding shut as you kissed him back roughly, all teeth and vitriol as you bit the soft flesh of his lips roughly. He hissed, pulling you closer, your feet stumbling against his as he backed you towards the wall of books beside the desk. 

Your spine hit the shelf roughly as he shoved you back, both of you panting before you grabbed his shirt angrily, yanking him back towards you. You were so furious, so almost feral that you needed this more than you would have thought.

There was something about him, something about him that made you want to pull your hair out and also sit on his face to silence him. 

His kisses weren’t skilled, but they were filled with passion as his teeth clashed against yours, a fight for dominance ensuing as you let a hand slide up into his hair and pull. A grunt came from deep within his chest as you yanked at the roots cruelly, hoping it would hurt him. Heat built in your gut rapidly, the need for him growing stronger with each passing second. 

The hand on your waist slid down further, pulling up your skirt as his fingers pressed against your clothed core. You gasped into his mouth, hips thrusting forward from the pressure. With the other hand disappearing from the back of your head, it met the other between your legs, hooking into the gusset of your tights before you heard a loud rip, cold air immediately hitting your core. 

You gasped loudly, Michael taking advantage as he slid his tongue into your mouth, flicking it upwards against the back of your teeth. He tasted faintly like chocolate, and it was a taste that you didn’t mind at all. His fingers immediately sought out your centre, sliding impatiently between your folds to gather the wetness from your entrance. 

His movements were sloppy, yet focused, drawing it up to your clit as he rubbed fierce circles into it that bordered on painful. You nipped his bottom lip harshly again, yanking his head back and away from you to look at his face as two long digits circled your entrance. 

The pupils of his eyes were enlarged, almost swallowing the blue of his iris whole. His cheeks were flushed a dusty pink, and lips a deep red after your bites. The glasses upon his face were slightly skewed and lightly fogged, the hair atop his head sticking up in different directions from your rough handling. You didn’t even get to observe him for longer before he roughly shoved the two fingers inside.

“Fuck.” You hissed, back arching towards him, shoulders roughly pushing into the bookshelf.

A mean smirk pulled on his lips as he crooked his fingers against the front of your walls, quickly thrusting his hand in and out with dizzying speed. Your breath caught in your throat, brows pulled down as you looked at him, low whine falling from your lips.

“So wet already.” Michael teased, thumb lightly brushing your pearl, a spark of intense pleasure shooting up you. 

You pulled his head back towards you, moaning into his mouth as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, the sound of your arousal loud in the both of your ears. Michael pulled up one of your legs, hooking it around his hip, the cold metal of his carabiner pressing sharply into your inner thigh. Pleasure began to wind tightly in your gut, his long fingers reaching parts of you, your own couldn’t. 

Panting against his mouth, your hand flew behind you to grip one of the wooden shelves, elbow bumping against the spines of the books.

His pace never once faltered, all those hours of quick equations all day boosting his hand strength and stamina. You were surprised that he even knew what he was doing, but the questions floated aimlessly in the back of your mind, not quite sticking.

Your nails dug into the wood of the shelf, hand falling from his hair to his shoulder as your head fell backwards against the shelf, your peak barreling towards you.

“S’close. Please.” You whined, rolling your hips into his hand.

A mean laugh broke your peace, his fingers pulling out of you sharply, preventing you from reaching your release. Your eyes flew open, brows furrowed in frustration as you looked at him, smug smirk on his lips as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on the arousal soaked digits. 

You moaned weakly looking at him as he did it, hips rolling towards him in an attempt to get him to touch you again. Michael lips pouted at you as he pulled his fingers from his mouth with a wet pop.

“Touch me.” You breathed, pulling him towards you with your leg, the zipper of his cargo pants pressing against you sharply. You sighed, rubbing your centre against his pants, a wet patch no doubt beginning to stain the front of them. 

“So desperate.” He cooed at you, your core clenching at his words as your eyes fluttered.

The hand that had been inside of you quickly made its way to the front of his pants, the other joining as he hastily undid his belt, not pulling it through the loops, followed by his button and zipper. Michael hastily reached into his pants and pulled out his hardened length, the tip pink and weeping, veins crawling up the sides.

You swallowed thickly as you looked down. 

Oh shit. 

Michael was very well endowed.

You didn’t know what shocked you more, the fact that he had such a sizeable cock, or how he thrust it up into you without warning. The stretch was bordering painful and you cried out loudly, Michaels hand slapping across your mouth to stifle the sound. 

“Quiet.” He hissed, pushing in to the hilt, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. Your eyes screwed shut as you whined into his palm, your walls struggling to accommodate him as he slowly pulled out, each vein and ridge catching on your inner walls deliciously.

The slow heat inside of you began to build once more. 

Michael thrust into you sharply, your head banging against the back of the shelves as he kept his hand against your mouth, the other holding your hip against him. He set a brutal pace, fucking into your slick walls without abandon as he chased his own pleasure, punching the air out of your chest. 

“Fuck.” He hissed, forehead pressing against your own as he looked down to where you were joined, the leg you stood on stretched on your tippy toe to meet his height as he fucked you, “Your cunt is fucking tight.” 

“Mmm.” You moaned, eyes slipping shut as the coil within your gut began to wind rapidly, each brutal thrust stretching you wide against him with painful pleasure. 

“You gonna cum?” He panted, his eyes shutting behind his glasses that slid down his nose, “Can feel you squeezing my cock. Fuck.”

You nodded desperately beneath his hand, eyes opening to meet his steely gaze as he pulled his head back to watch you, the book shelf creaking as he fucked you against it.

You were so close, so fucking close. 

“Go on.” He commanded, “Cum on my cock like a little slut.”

Your core clenched around him, blinding white pleasure coursing through you as you came, his hand falling from your mouth as you moaned loudly, the noise echoing in the library.

“Shit, fuck. I’m gonna-“ Michael’s thrusts stuttered as a long moan burst from his lips, the warmth of his cum filling you.

You whined, hands gripping his hair as you crashed your lips against his, kissing him lazily as you both panted, his cock throbbing inside of you as your walls squeezed every last drop from him. 

Michael pushed as deep as he could go, the warmth of his cum beginning to leak around the base and down your thighs as you pulsed around him. Your mind was blank, fuzzy warmth spreading through your limbs in a soporific manner. He broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked down at you, glasses slightly foggy.

You searched his eyes and his face before a smile cracked on your lips. Michael mirrored it with a lopsided grin, huffing as he breathed out deeply.

Feeling a burst of confidence, you let a hand brush between your legs, swiping some of his cum that had dripped onto your thigh up to your mouth. You licked it off your finger slowly, opening your mouth to let him see the mess on your tongue before swallowing.

Michael’s adams apple bobbed, his cock twitching inside of you, “Fucking hell.”

You huffed another laugh, leaning forward to kiss him again, sliding your tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself as well as you on his tongue. He hummed loudly, dropping your leg to cradle your head in his hands. 

When you broke away once more, you couldn’t help but notice the glaringly obvious. 

Michael Gavey just fucked you in the library.

His tongue wet his lips as he looked at you, “Was that good?” A beat, “For you?”

“Yeah.” You breathed, “You?”

“Yeah.”

Silence began to stretch between the two of you before you shifted your hips, Gavey took the hint and slowly slid from your walls, causing you to whimper from the overstimulation. He tucked himself into his pants as you righted yourself, looking down at the gaping hole in the gusset of your tights.

“Well this will be an interesting walk home.” You mused, a hum of a laugh tickling the back of your throat.

Michael snorted, “Made quite the mess.”

“You did.”

Michael smirked, “It wasn’t all me now. I can’t take all the blame.”

You let your skirt drop, smoothing it down as you stepped away from the bookcase, looking back up at him.

“I suppose not. There was effort on both ends here.”

“There was.”

You nibbled at your lip, the unspoken words just at the tip of your tongue, “Michael-“

“-27. We’re in the same block.” His eyes searched yours.

Room 27? Why-

“Did you want to get a drink?” Michael blurted, shifting on his feet awkwardly as though you hadn't just fought and angrily fucked against a bookshelf. 

You looked at him closely. There was no sign of insincerity in his eyes.

He was offering an olive branch. 

You let a smile wash over your face, enjoying how his own came to match it.

“Sure."

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I enjoy your writing so much, thank you for all your hard work!!

Could I request something with G!P Donna finally accepting Alcina’s offer to “have fun with one of the maids.” Reader is the maid who is chosen and at first she and Donna are both a little awkward and worried because of the perceived “difference in power” between them. Donna is very gentle and sweet with Reader and it’s an enjoyable experience and becomes something that regularly continues for a few months, during which time Reader and Donna have caught feelings for each other. Eventually Reader becomes pregnant so Alcina just rolls her eyes and sends her to live with Donna permanently.

Yesss!!!!! Thank you for your words and for your request!!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))

Just a maid?

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, Dimitrescu maid! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff, a bit of angst

Word count: 7,973

Summary: You were the chosen maid, you were her chosen maid...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :)) I'm not going to be able to write tomorrow and Monday, but I'll continue with your requests on Tuesday, you can keep sending them!!! :)))))

“Do you need anything else, my lady?”  you asked, leaving a tray with tea cups on the table. Your lady, the owner of the castle, the Lord, Lady Dimitrescu smiled at you with an always seductive kindness, shaking her head.

“No, you can leave, (Y/N),” she told you in a soft voice, with a strange smile. “But stay close, I might need you.”

You nodded, bowing slightly and moved to the back of the room, with your hands in front of your body, along with one of your companions.

It was just another day in the last two years. You, a normal village girl, were lucky enough to be chosen as one of the castle's maids, something you were always prepared for, something that didn't scare you that much, unlike your companions.

All those things they told you about the lady in white simply seemed like a mirage, legends that you hadn't been able to verify for yourself. Yes, you knew of her appetite, of how much your lady enjoyed some of your companions, but you, luckily, were never one of those chosen to spend the night with her.

According to the lady, your innocence was something that not even she dared to corrupt. You would only have to, judging by the words of those who were now your friends, wait for her opinion to change and for her dangerous eyes to finally fall on you.

That day seemed routine, a normal and ordinary visit from another of the Lords, from her little sister, from the mysterious and dark, Donna Beneviento.

It didn't matter how many insipid conversations you heard between them, none of them offered enough information to know anything else about that woman in black and her sinister doll that, of course, was already on its way to torture your companions along with the three daughters of the Dimitrescu matriarch.

“Tell me, Donna, has anything interesting happened in your life?” your lady asked, breaking the quiet silence of that tea room.

“No,” a hoarse voice came out of that black veil, a cold voice, a short answer.

“Mm,” Alcina muttered, with a bit of amusement in her voice, leaning back in the chair. “I assumed so.”

You looked at your companion, who shrugged her shoulders in amusement. Of course, that tea wasn't going to be more entertaining than the others and you two would just have to stand, an easy job that you were glad to have.

“Do you have any news?” that melodic voice asked again.

Unwillingly, you moved a little closer, since the lady in black always seemed to whisper, instead of speaking clearly. Your impudence was interrupted by an elbow from your companion.

“I always have news, my dear,” Alcina laughed, amused, with a sinister look, glancing sideways at your friend, who had not even been in the castle for two weeks and already had the privilege, or the misfortune, of having spent several nights in the vampire's chambers. “Do you see that girl?”

The lady in black nodded slowly. You automatically looked away, intimidated by those eyes that you couldn’t see.

“She is my latest addition, Ivana,” the lady in white explained, looking away again. “At first I thought she was just a clumsy villager looking for a job but… It turns out she has… Certain hidden talents.”

Your friend shifted, not with disgust, but with her cheeks covered in a subtle pink tone.

“Don't you get tired of treating your maids that way?” Lady Beneviento asked, with a slightly tired tone, retaining all the darkness that enveloped her.

“What way? Oh, Donna, don't be jealous,” Alcina joked, shaking her head.

The woman in black shifted nervously, with a small growl.

“I'm not jealous,” she protested in a slightly louder voice, the teacup shaking in her hands. “I'm just uncomfortable with the way you treat women like objects.”

The vampire laughed loudly, softly and elegantly, but with a clear mocking tone towards her sister, something that, of course, her visitor didn't like.

“Objects, you say? Please, I don't do such a thing,” your lady said, lighting a cigarette, causing Beneviento to cough uncomfortably. “The girls are free to choose.”

“Can we change the subject?” the veiled lady asked, clearly uncomfortable with that conversation.

“Mmm, no,” Alcina joked, arching her eyebrows seductively. “Why are you so prudish, my dear?”

“I'm not prudish,” she denied, leaving the cup with a loud noise on the table.

“Aren’t you? You seem like it, my dear… I'm tired of telling you that you can have fun with any of them and they, believe me, will be happy to do so,” the lady in white commented, causing a small shiver to run through you, you didn't know why.

“And I'm tired of telling you I don’t want to, Alcina,” the sister said, relaxing her posture a bit. “Your maids are people.”

“Yes, I know they are,” Alcina said, with a slightly more disinterested voice. “People willing to do everything you ask of them. Honestly, I don't think a bit of fun is bad for you, Donna.”

“I don't need pity from anyone,” the woman in black said. “If I'm alone it's because I want to be.”

“Pity? Who said pity? I'm talking about a little relief, my dear. Being alone is not good for you,” Dimitrescu corrected, with that same disinterested tone.

“I don't need anyone to relieve me, Alcina, I can do it myself,” the doll maker protested again, with a slightly harsher tone.

Well, at least this conversation was more interesting.

“Yes, yes... You're so boring, Donna,” the lady in white sighed, shaking her head again. “Come on, don't be silly. Accept my offer to prove you’re wrong.”

“Ugh.” That was the subtle response of the ventriloquist, who looked away, crossing her arms. “I'm not boring.”

“Prove it, let one of my maids show you a good time. You won't regret it, I give you my word,” your mistress insisted. The lady in black remained motionless, as if she were somehow beginning to consider that offer.

“I, I don't know,” she stammered, playing nervously with the fabric of her dress. Alcina laughed in satisfaction, winking at her.

“Ivana, come here, my dear, come closer,” the lady in white said, gesturing to your companion, who approached slowly, without asking, with a kind smile on her face.

The girl walked until she was within reach of the ladies and Alcina took her hand, pulling her and seductively grabbing her waist.

“Tell me, dear...” the vampire whispered, forcing the young woman to look at the lady in black, who simply held her gaze. “If my dear sister Donna wanted to spend some time with you, what would you say?”

“It would be a pleasure, my lady,” your friend said, blinking petulantly, accepting, as she always did, anything Alcina asked of her, anything.

That made you shudder.

“See? She will be happy to make you enjoy, my dear. Go, say hello to her,” the vampire said, gently pushing the girl towards Beneviento, who slowly took her hand as the young woman sat seductively on her lap, something that made the lady uncomfortable.

“What do you want me to do to you, my lady?” she whispered in her ear. The lady in black shifted, lowering the girl as she shook her head, removing her seductive hands from her body.

You lowered your gaze, terribly uncomfortable.

“No, not you,” Donna whispered rising from the sofa with a gasp of protest. The lady in white frowned, puzzled by her rejection.

“Not her? Why? Ivana is very… Good at everything she does,” Alcina whispered childishly, picking up the young woman in her arms.

“Not her,” the woman in black repeated, a little more nervous. “I don’t want to share her with anyone, and especially not with you.”

 Alcina laughed again, patting your friend's bottom and motioning for her to return to her spot beside you.

“Oh, you're a bit selfish, aren't you?” your lady joked, sipping some of her tea, with a sinister look, which, unpredictably, turned to you, becoming thoughtful. “(Y/N), come.”

You heard your name and your legs trembled. It was an order, a direct one, but your ears didn't seem to hear it.

“(Y/N), go,” your friend said, snapping you out of that little shock. You looked at her fearfully and nodded, walking slowly towards the women.

“Come closer, dear,” Alcina said, gesturing disinterestedly for you to walk a little closer to her. Luckily, her claws didn't catch you. “How long have you been here, (Y/N)?”

“Two, two years, my lady,” you answered in a low voice, noticing a look that made you uncomfortable, those eyes that looked at you behind that black veil.

“Mm, two years, that's a long time, right?” Alcina whispered, satisfied with her sister's posture, which seemed more relaxed. “You would do anything for your lady, right?”

“Yes, my lady,” you answered automatically, with a red face, with your cheeks burning with shame.

“And if I, your lady, asked you to accompany Donna to a room and do everything she asked you, you would obey, right?” she asked, with a more sinister tone. The other woman barely moved, her gaze remained fixed on yours.

“Yes, yes, my lady,” you said, lowering your head, hiding the trembling of your hands, the nerves, the desire for that dark woman to reject Alcina's offer.

“Oh, look at that… I think Donna likes you…” Alcina said, with a velvety voice, mocking her sister's nervous posture. “Come on, go with her, and don't make me have to repeat it to you.”

The walk through the halls was tense. The lady walked beside you without speaking, with an elegant step, with a stoic, cold pose, as if she weren't going to do what she was going to do, as if you weren't going to… No, you didn't want to think about it. You had never done anything like that, and you didn't feel forced, but you were terribly nervous about this new assignment.

You entered one of the rooms, lowering your head when the lady in black entered behind you, standing, looking at you intensely, without moving, just looking at you.

She sighed, coming closer, raising her hand to bring it close to your face, to your innocent face. You, scared, nervous and confused, gasped, moving away in a reflex action. Her hand contracted and rejoined the other, her breathing more agitated.

“You're scared,” she whispered with that hoarse, melodic voice, as if she could read your thoughts.

“N, no, my lady, just a bit nervous,” you said in a sincere voice, looking away from her, looking at the wooden floor, at the crackling of the fire in the fireplace.

“I don't want to hurt you,” she whispered again. “If you're uncomfortable, I'll leave you alone,” she finally said, making a gesture to leave the room. You couldn't allow that.

“No, no, my lady, wait, please,” you said a bit more scared. Failing Donna didn't matter to you, you knew she was kind, but failing your lady would bring consequences. “It’s, it's nothing, it's just that I'm not used to... This.”

“I understand,” she murmured, joining her hands and walking back to you. “I'm not either, but I guess it's the only way to get my sister to stop insisting.”

“What…?” you asked, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible, to end this awkwardness that you knew was only going to get worse. “What do you want me to do, my lady?”

“What do you want to do?” Donna asked back, moving away, studying your body, your features, studying her prey, or so you thought.

“I, I don't know... I must, I must make you have a good time, my lady,” you whispered, moving your ankle on the floor, holding tightly the fabric of your ridiculously short maid dress.

“Mm,” she murmured, approaching your face, caressing it softly, calming the trembling of your body. “You are beautiful... I have been observing you for a long time and... Being that close I can only confirm your beauty.”

Those elegant compliments, with a seductive accent, made you stir, made the blush on your cheeks increase.

“It is very kind, my lady,” you said with a voice broken by nerves and embarrassment.

“I'm being honest,” she sighed, moving away again, standing in front of you, gesturing for you to come closer to the bed. “Would you be so kind as to take off your clothes? I'd like to see your body.”

“I...” you stammered, surprised by the request. Surprised, but not strange, after all, you already knew what your task was. “O, okay.”

“If you're going to hesitate, I'd better go,” the lady rebuked you. “I couldn't do anything that you're not willing to do, (Y/N).”

“No, no, well...” you interrupted, bringing your nervous hands to the buttons of your uniform, letting it slide down your body under her watchful gaze, falling to the floor, leaving you totally exposed to her, at her mercy.

“Bellisima…”  the lady in black whispered, coming a little closer, running her hands over your chest, down your back, undoing your bra so it joined your discarded dress.

Her caresses tickled your skin and your hands, which were meant to cover you, disappeared under her calm, soft touch, with the only sound being your nervous breathing and that fireplace.

“Undress,” she ordered softly in your ear, pointing to the last piece of clothing you had left, waiting patiently for you to obey her orders.

You, closing your eyes, trying not to look at her dark figure, slid your fingers along the edges of your underwear, hesitating, but hiding that second of regret, lowering with a gasp the last piece of clothing that prevented your body from being completely exposed.

Hands rested on your shoulders, making you open your eyes again. Donna was close to you, but not close enough to make you uncomfortable. She seemed to study you with her hands, unsure of her own actions, unsure of having given in to her sister's whims.

“Turn around,” she ordered you in a dry whisper, helping you turn with a gentle push, keeping her hands on your body until her soft touch disappeared.

You couldn't figure out what was happening, but soon you felt a darkness in your eyes, a black cloth that was placed in front of them, covering them completely.

Confused, you noticed how the lady tied a knot on your head, preventing that black cloth from moving, and you from being able to see anything. It didn't take you long to recognize the black veil that now covered your eyes, that floral essence that calmed your breathing.

Automatically, you raised your hands to the cloth, trying to move it. A strong grip on your wrist prevented you from doing so. You hissed in pain, but kept your composure.

“Don't you dare to take it off,” she said in your ear, her voice dark.

“My, my lady?” you asked when she released you from her grip, turning you around again.

“Silenzio,” Donna whispered in a stern tone, grabbing your waist and gently pulling you. “Just nod, will you allow me to kiss you, (Y/N)?”

You swallowed, but nodded slowly. Of course, Lady Beneviento's appearance was a mystery. The rumors only worsened your perception. What kind of monstrous mouth would kiss you?

Slowly, you accepted that elegant question, raising and lowering your head. She sighed, keeping her hands holding your waist as she brought her lips closer to yours, capturing them in a soft, almost imperceptible way.

Soft, tender, soft lips, nothing that could be related to any kind of monster. She kept a soft, slow rhythm, chaste but well-calculated kisses, perfectly in time with the timid movements of yours. It was an incredible kiss, the best you had ever had, the softest, the most... romantic.

After a while, Donna pulled away, sighing again. You couldn't see her, but you already knew there was nothing strange about that face, nothing that made you shiver.

“Very well, (Y/N),” she congratulated you with a soft whisper. “Lie down on the bed, please.”

“Yes, my…” you said, walking slowly backwards, tripping clumsily on the furniture, almost falling to the floor. Her hand stopped you and you laughed nervously, embarrassed.

“You're very nervous,” Donna said, helping you to lie down, adding her weight to the mattress under a sound of clothes moving, surely from her own black dress disappearing.

“It's, it's my first time, my lady,” you said trembling, with the lady's hands tickling your skin, passing over your bare legs, exploring your chest, everything that could be within her reach and you couldn't see.

“Alcina wasn't lying, you're special,” she murmured, raising her hands to your face, cupping it comfortably between them and kissing you again with more ardent lips, leaning your back on the bed, placing her free hand on your chest, caring for it in a sensual, but not aggressive way. You soon realized that this little encounter was not going to be as you expected.

“I think I should apologize, (Y/N),” Donna whispered, with a gasp taken by the increasing intensity of your kisses. “I don’t intend to use you as she would.”

“It's, it's okay, my lady,” you said trembling, noticing her hand climbing up your legs, up your thighs, scratching them in a sweet, sensual but not rough way, not in the way you knew Alcina would use.

“I want you to enjoy it too,” she whispered when her fingers caressed your wetness, more excited than you thought, melted by those whispers, by those caresses and those gentle kisses, that almost romantic attitude that you believed impossible in someone like her.

The contact made you draw back a little, causing the lady to sigh in annoyance, calming you with more kisses, ceasing your tremors with softer caresses.

“I would like to touch you, (Y/N), will you allow me?” she asked again with that strange kindness, subtly passing her fingers through your wet folds, putting some pressure on your clit so it would not be abrupt or too intense.

You felt a little overwhelmed by that subtle touch, lustful but not hurting, by those soft movements on your wet flesh, by that discreet play of her fingers at your entrance.

As soon as she saw your response from, her fingers penetrated into your entrance slowly, careful with their movements so as not to hurt you, so as not to harm you. You, with your eyes covered by that black veil, immediately relaxed, surrendered to the pleasure of her hands, of her caresses, of the kisses she placed on your exposed skin to control her own movements.

“Che bagnata sei…” she whispered against your skin, making you shake your head in confusion, raising your chest to better understand those words, something you didn't do. “Sei perfetta…”

 Gently, she lowered your body back onto the bed, when the intensity of her fingers on your body relaxed into a pleasurable, soft rhythm, perfectly in time with the movements of her body, with her hips shaking nervously against yours.

“My, my lady,” you moaned involuntarily, at the same time as her wet fingers curved, stretching your walls in a technical way, without losing the sensuality of her actions, kissing your neck, slowly climbing on top of you while touching you.

“Do you like this? Are you enjoying it?” Donna asked in an elegant way, speaking in your ear, tightening again that improvised bandage on your head, making sure that it didn't fall, that your eyes would never see her face, something you wanted to do more and more.

“My, my lady,” you moaned again, your fears clouded by her touch, by the way she caressed you, inside and out. The lust and the burning heat of her caresses prevented your mind from staying calm, from thinking about her, about what she did, about the incredible way she made you enjoy with a few subtle movements. “I want to touch you too.”

“Is that what you want?” she asked, moving more slowly, moving her hand away from your breast, removing her fingers from inside of you, making you moan at the lack of contact. “Fine, let me guide you.”

Her wet hand rested on yours, moving it towards her, gently running over an erection that you didn't expect, but that didn't surprise you. Just like with her face, you had heard rumors about her body.

 “It doesn't disgust you,” she affirmed with a slightly confused voice, her breathing altered due to the caresses of your now free hand on her shaft, soft, exploratory, curious caresses...

“It doesn’t, my lady,” you said, sure of what you were saying, letting her hand guide yours again, leading your fingers to open, to embrace her body and move slowly up and down, which made the lady in black gasp.

“Move slowly... Like this,” she indicated among discreet moans, getting a little closer to you while your hand moved slowly, just as she told you. “Do you want to do it yourself?”

You nodded again, moaning when her touch returned to your wetness, when your hand was free to act on its own instincts, maintaining that gentle rhythm she wanted, stopping at the tip, passing your thumb to make the lady move from the pleasure that your inexperienced fingers gave her.

“Would you be willing to use your mouth?” she asked after a quiet time, soft moans filling the air, with your hand becoming more and more skilled on her shaft.

“I've never done anything like that, my lady,” you said with a cold breeze between your legs, with an empty space in your hand as the lady moved to lie down, caressing herself (or so her movements told you.)

“I didn't ask you if you did it, I asked if you want to do it, (Y/N),” she said in a serious voice, breathing quickly from her own caresses.

“I... Okay, okay,” you said nodding, blind but hot, but amazed by the pleasure of that winter afternoon so unexpected, so unexpectedly pleasurable.

Donna murmured, pulling your hand to get you closer, sitting up to steal a hot kiss from you, some messy kisses, but focused on your lips, inadvertently provoking a nervous gasp from you, a moan of sincere pleasure.

Your bandaged head slowly lowered, your lips brushed her erection, your body trembled at the contact, urging you to go down, to kiss everything you could, to surround it with your wet mouth, with your hand that was almost an expert one.

The movements were clumsy, slow, but they caused Donna immense pleasure. Her whole body shuddered from your lascivious kisses, from the soft caresses of your lips on her shaft, from your tongue, that lost its fear and joined in that dirty game.

“Basta,” the doll maker said after another moment of pleasure, of forcing your free hand to pass between your legs, emulating the contact you had lost a few moments ago.

You moved away, taking a breath, squeezing your thighs so they would increase the pleasure of your own hand. You had long since lost your fear. You had long since stopped caring where you were.

“Lie down, tesoro,” she ordered you, pulling you back, changing positions, grabbing your legs, gently separating them, caressing them so the tension that had begun to form in your body would disappear. “Relax, I'll be gentle.”

That whisper brought back some of the fear to your body, the touch of her tip against your wet entrance, playing with it, forced you to pull back. Her hands prevented your escape, keeping your legs apart as she came closer and closer.

You grabbed those silk sheets tightly as you felt a sharp pain go through your body, noticing how your innocence suddenly disappeared, stretching your anxious walls, making you squirm due to the discomfort, but also to the pleasure that was not comparable to anything before.

“Shh, it's okay, I'm sorry, tesoro...” Donna whispered, caressing your head, freeing the sheets from your hand, squeezing it tightly with hers as her hips continued their path, slowly entering you. “Does it hurt too much? Do you want me to stop?”

“N, no…” you murmured, noticing how the pain was slowly defeated by pleasure, by her shaft sliding into your walls, conquering that virgin place, a place that no one had been lucky enough to see, or feel. “It's… It's… Big…”

Donna laughed amused, moving freely, noticing how little by little your body adapted to that intruder and welcomed it, hugging it intensely.

“I don't know if I have to thank you for the compliment, or apologize…” she joked, kissing you quickly on the lips, holding your legs, keeping them in the right place, giving more room to her hot body so she could move more comfortably.

“Così buono…” she murmured after some lustful moans, after gradually increasing the movements of her hips, her soft thrusts into your body.

You held her hand tightly, letting yourself be carried away by that overwhelming pleasure, letting your body melt, dancing with hers, forgetting who she was, and who you were.

Those soft movements became almost erratic, nervous. Your moans distorted until they became grunts, until she stopped inside of you, releasing herself and caressing your wetness with hers, filling you with her heat.

“You're not done, (Y/N),” she said in a serious voice, coming out of you and catching her breath. You shook your head, ecstatic, exhausted by the movements of your body, by that unbridled and unexpected passion.

“No, no, but... But I liked it,” you whispered, catching your breath too, making a terrible mistake, taking off the veil that covered your eyes.

“What are you doing?!” she asked, scared, covering her face with her hands, not caring about her nakedness, only worried that you wouldn't run away from her appearance. “Don’t, don't look at me, don't look at me!”

It was too late, you had seen her face. Donna was a beautiful woman, self-conscious, according to you, for no reason. A horrible scar occupied part of her face, but it wasn't nearly enough to make you flinch.

“I'm sorry, my lady, I...” you stammered scared, with your hand snatching the black fabric from you. “My lady, don’t, don't be afraid, you are, you are beautiful.”

“Save your lies,” she hissed, looking at you now without fear, with anger in her one eye. “I told you not to take it off.”

“You are beautiful, Donna, really,” you said in a pleading tone, making her shake her head and sigh, looking at the black fabric in her hands.

“Thank, thank you for pleasing me. I had a great time with you,” she said in a serious, disoriented voice. You stood up automatically, catching the brunette in a quick kiss, one that made her eye open in surprise.

“Me too,” you said sincerely, uninhibited by the pleasure, by everything you had felt. She smiled thoughtfully, biting her lip.

“I, I would like to see you again, (Y/N)… Would you like that?” she asked sighing, playing with your hands, with your naked bodies illuminated by that fireplace.

“Yes, yes, Donna,” you sighed, finding a spark, something that had burned inside you, something that made your heart beat faster. You were sure of what you wanted, and that your desire to have the lady inside of you again was completely true.

She left soon after, leaving you exhausted, giggling like a teenager as you dressed, remembering that unexpected act, that pleasure you didn't think you would feel, that comfort you didn't think something like her would make you feel.

Your companions looked at you scared, checking that you were intact, that Donna hadn't hurt you. The cause of their concern, according to them, were the rumors, Alcina's words that informed them her poor sister was not right in the head, she was a dangerous disturbed…

No. She was kind, gentle, soft with you. It may have been an act of liberation, of relief, something she needed and you could offer her, but you couldn't find a way to explain it in other way than with praise, with affection and gratitude to the lady for having been the opposite of what you expected.

Lady Beneviento kept her word, coming back to see you the following week, and the next one… Your encounters were always the same, affectionate, tender, slow… There was nothing that made you think what the other maids said about the lady in black was true.

Little by little your smile grew bigger when you saw her, her fear of you seeing her face disappeared. There was no blindfold, no veil, just you and Donna.

“Tell me something about yourself…” the lady asked, playing with your hands after another afternoon of passion, when the end of that act only served to maintain longer and longer conversations.

“What do you want to know?” you asked, snuggling up to her, letting your heart beat faster to be by her side. Yes, it was hard for you to admit it but… You had fallen in love with her.

“Why maid?” she asked curiously, without stopping to intertwine your fingers, with a tender look, exhausted by pleasure.

You sighed and shrugged, leaning closer to her so she could hug you, so she could protect you with her arms.

“I don't know, I guess in this village you can't be anything else,” you whispered, letting yourself be impregnated by that floral perfume, moving due to her soft laugh.

“What would you have liked to be, (Y/N)?” Donna asked, with that same curious tone, that curiosity that was increasingly common in your encounters.

“Mm, I don't know...” you said amused, moving on top of her body, kissing her quickly before answering. “I really like to draw.”

“Do you?” she asked, with a tender look. “Would you like to be an artist?”

“Well, not as much as an artist,” you said shyly, running a finger along her chest, caressing her pale skin. “But I would have liked to have some more time to be able to do my doodles.”

“I'm sure Alcina will be happy to give you whatever you need,” Donna murmured, with a slightly sad sigh.

“Sure…” you sighed at the same time, relaxing, about to fall asleep.

“Hey, (Y/N), I, I was wondering if…” Donna said, moving away so she could look you in the eyes. You blinked for her to speak.

“Yes?” you asked in a dreamy tone, waiting for a question you had been wanting to hear from her lips for months.

“Donna, Donna, you silly, vicious, Donna! Get your little thing out of that dirty maid and let's go home!” a shrill voice sounded behind the bedroom door, the annoying, sinister Angie.

“Cazzo…” she sighed, closing her eye and giving you a quick kiss on the lips. “I have, I have to go.”

“Oh, okay…” you said, a bit disappointed, running your hand down her back as she began to dress. “Are you coming next week?”

“Of course,” she said, smiling, kissing you warmly before putting on that horrible black veil again.

Once again, she left, like every week, like every time she loved you, leaving you completely alone afterwards. You didn't know what she wanted to ask you, but, deep down, you wanted her to do it, you wanted her to… Ask you to go with her, not to return to the castle, to live a love that was not verbalized but increasingly perceptible.

But time passed and nothing changed, nothing except your body, which seemed to somatize that impossible love you felt, making you dizzy, forcing you to be almost unable to move.

“Shit...” you whispered, with your head stuck in the bathroom, expelling your breakfast as you had been for several weeks, always helped by your friend Ivana, your best friend.

“Are you feeling better?” she asked, rubbing your back while holding your head.

“Yes, yes...” you said, moving away from her, overwhelmed by so much attention, by that horrible headache. Wetting your face in the sink you sighed, looking at your haggard appearance, one that you could only hide when Donna came to see you.

“You're a mess, (Y/N),” your friend commented while you rinsed yourself, checking for yourself the veracity of her words.

“Yes... It must be the change of weather or... I don't know, there was something strange about that breakfast,” you whispered, coming out of the bathroom and letting yourself fall on the bed.

“Yes, well, Olga prepared it,” Ivana joked, sitting next to you.

You laughed, shaking your head.

“That's probably the problem...” you sighed, looking at the ceiling, with a worry occupying all your thoughts, with a fear that you had for a long time. Your friend laughed, leaving you alone. You, who didn't trust anyone else, not even Donna, sat on the bed.

“Ivana, wait,” you said, drawing the attention of the young woman, who turned around with a smile, nodding kindly. “I have, I have to tell you something.”

“Tell me, (Y/N),” she said, sitting next to you again.

You played nervously with your hands, sweating from that same fear, from the cause of your nervousness.

“I'm, I'm a bit scared, Ivana,” you confessed, earning an uneasy look from your friend, who rubbed your back again.

“Scared? What's wrong, (Y/N)? Has Lady Beneviento hurt you?” she asked, knowing that those encounters, those experiences were pleasant for you, but never trusting your word.

“No, it's not that... It's that... It's that...” you murmured nervously.

“You're in love with her, I know it,” she said in a low voice, discreetly checking that you were alone. You hit the mattress and shook your head.

“Ivana, my period should have come three weeks ago,” you confessed, looking away, with flushed cheeks and your heart beating very, very fast.

“And it hasn't,” your friend murmured, with a slightly nervous tone.

“It hasn’t...” you answered. “Gods... What if...?”

“Do you think you're pregnant?” she asked without subtlety, getting a little closer to you.

“I don't... I don't know...” you said sobbing, finding some comfort in your friend's gestures. “I think, I think so.”

“Oh...” Ivana sighed, with a disoriented face, sighing at the same time as you. “It's... It's Donna's, right?”

“Of course it's hers...” you protested angrily, looking for something on the ceiling that could help you.

“What are you going to do?” the young woman asked, calming your incipient crying. “Are you going to tell her?”

“No!” you screamed furiously, echoing off the walls. “I can't tell anyone, Ivana.”

“Why not? It's her child too,” she said, trying to calm you down, unfortunately, without success.

“She, she can't know, she would abandon me if... If... Don't you understand? I, I don't know what she feels for me... If she finds out that she got me pregnant she'll lose interest in me, I'll never see her again,” you said, letting your fears escape from your lips, putting a hand on your belly.

“You're making assumptions, (Y/N), you don't know how she's going to react,” Ivana said, trying to reason with you.

“That's the thing, I don't want to know.”

Indeed, a test you took discreetly days later confirmed the news. You were pregnant, with Donna. Scared, you believed that it wouldn't do any good to your relationship, that, for her, you were only a diversion, a hobby, not knowing what her true feelings were, no matter how much you fantasized about them.

Days, weeks, months passed, and without wanting to, you took care of distancing yourself from Donna, giving her a thousand and one excuses so she wouldn't come to see you, so those encounters, those moments together wouldn't be repeated.

Your belly grew, covered thanks to your friend by layers of clothing that prevented it from being detected by Alcina, or by one of the maids. You knew you couldn't keep the secret forever, you knew that Donna wasn't going to wait for you that long.

Shortly after denying her visits, magically, she stopped insisting, the phone didn't ring again.

 4 months later, the lady in black didn't adore you with her kisses, with her hugs… She didn't return to the castle, you didn't see her again.

“A little more, (Y/N),” your lady asked, while you carefully poured some wine into a glass. Your laziness and sadness was noticed by your mistress, but she never mentioned it, she simply limited herself to reducing your tasks due to your depressed appearance.

“Enough, my lady?” you asked with a shy look, with your belly preventing you from acting normally.

“Mm,” the lady in white nodded, drinking quietly in her chambers, with you as her only company. “Donna called this morning.”

The sound of her name shook you, leaving you petrified on the floor.

“After insulting me in every possible way in Italian, she demanded to see you, dear,” she explained without any change in that seductive voice, looking at you over the red liquid, which danced hypnotically in that glass.

“I thought she wasn't calling anymore,” you whispered, with a mixture of joy and fear in your body. She arched her eyebrows and smiled sinisterly, turning around to put on lipstick on an old dressing table.

“You thought… You think a lot of things, don't you?” she joked in a subtle tone, looking at herself in the mirror, looking at you in the reflection as well. “Listen, I'm not interested in what happened between you and Donna, but I'd like you to tell me why you've refused to see her all this time.”

“My lady, that's… It's… My business,” you said furiously, clenching your fist tightly, abandoning the desire to run away, for your own sake.

“No, you’re wrong,” Alcina said amused, turning around to continue piercing you with her gaze. “You're my maid. It's my business, (Y/N). I'm sick of her stupid accusations and her little girl behavior.”

“I'm sorry, my lady, but…” you said, trying to leave the room, stopped by a large hand on your arm, which pulled you in an unpleasant way.

“I thought I asked you to do whatever she wants, (Y/N),” she hissed in a sinister tone, but not especially aggressive.

“I have done so for months, my lady,” you defended yourself, putting a hand on your belly involuntarily. The lady in white laughed mockingly and shook her head, looking at you with a frown.

“Where do you think you are, (Y/N)? In the middle of the snow?” she joked, standing up imposingly, approaching you and putting a hand on a strategically placed coat. “Take all those clothes off.”

“I'm fine, my lady,” you stammered, stepping back. That made Alcina angry, who growled and crossed her arms.

“You all have to dress the same way, (Y/N), I like order, and justice,” she murmured, leaning towards you. “Take that ridiculous coat off, you're going to die of heat…”

“My lady, I…” you murmured, on the verge of tears.

“Now,” she asked you with an almost silent order, authoritative enough for you to sob helplessly, unbuttoning your coat and letting it fall to the floor, exposing your bulging belly. “That's... Much better, isn't it...?”

At first she didn't notice, but as she spoke, Alcina's gaze went down your body, noticing the difference, your embarrassment. Your tears were already running down your cheeks.

“What do we have here?” the lady asked in a soft voice, approaching seductively until she was too close to your trembling body, sinking in soft crying. “What does that mean, (Y/N)?”

“I, I'm...” you stammered, putting a hand on your belly, protecting it from the possible wrath of your lady. “I'm pregnant.”

“I see...” she whispered, joining her large hand to yours, with a frown. “Who's the father? I thought you’re not allowed to…”

“It's Donna's,” you corrected, preventing you from being considered as one of your companions, some who had their boyfriends in the village.

“Donna? Oh, of course it is…” she sighed, putting a hand on her eyes, rubbing them ironically. “I suppose that thinking she would be careful was overestimating her, right?”

You sobbed again, shaking your head. Your lady's attitude seemed to relax, cursing her sister in a low voice for not having been as careful as she should have.

“She can't know,” you said through tears, letting the lady sit you in a nearby chair, moved by your state, and by knowing who was responsible. “That's why I don't want her to see me... I don't want her to... To...”

“Shhh, be quiet, little bird, don't get upset...” your lady whispered, in a kinder tone, unable to look away from your belly, from your baby, who was growing without knowing how unhappy its life would be.

“Please don't fire me,” you begged, unable to look her in the eyes. She laughed and shook her head again, sighing tiredly.

“Firing you because my sister is irresponsible? It wouldn't be fair,” she murmured, sitting in front of you, thoughtful. “Forgive my indiscretion but... I think Donna should know, right?”

“No, she can't know,” you interrupted abruptly, closing your eyes tightly.

“Why not?” the lady asked curiously, relaxing in that big chair.

“Because... Because I... I love her,” you confessed, no longer afraid, knowing that she wouldn't be angry with you, that she wouldn't hold you responsible for the lack of care of Donna, one you adored.

“Oh, wow... It turns out that you have finally fallen in love with her, mm? I'm not surprised,” she commented amused, mocking your feelings a little. “Does she feel the same?”

“I, I don't know,” you sighed at this uncomfortable interrogation.

“My sister has never been particularly talkative, huh?” Alcina mocked again, with a sinister smile. “I wish I could help you, dear, but I'm afraid Donna is just as closed off with everyone and…”

“My lady!” one of your companions interrupted, entering the room abruptly, causing a growl of disgust from the lady, who stood up violently.

“Gods, Irene, haven't I told you a thousand times to knock on the door?” the lady protested, with a terrifying voice.

The girl apologized, lowering her head, but didn’t move from her position.

“Sorry, my lady, but, but there is a problem,” the young woman said, while you cried discreetly, caressing your belly desperately.

“What the hell is going on?” Alcina asked abruptly, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. “I'm busy.”

“It's, it's better that you see for yourself, my lady,” the young woman said.

The lady in white growled, gesturing for you to follow her through the corridors, to one of the castle's entrances.

Loud knocks echoed off the wooden walls, followed by angry screams.

“Apri la porta! Ora!” a furious, broken screech, one you already knew, sounded behind the doors. Donna.

“I see…” Alcina whispered, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Do you recognize that voice, my dear?”

You, scared, but unable to escape from your lady's grip, nodded with a hand on your mouth.

“La porta, Alcina, apri quella fottuta porta!” the lady continued yelling, furious, not stopping hitting the wood with her fists.

“What manners…” the lady in white laughed, giggling and gesturing to the maid Irene to open the door slowly.

Once it was open, the lady in black rushed nervously into the castle, looking everywhere. She seemed terribly out of her mind. Seeing this behavior, Alcina moved you to hide behind her, something that didn't make much sense. Donna had already seen you.

“You…” she hissed, pointing her finger at you. “Sei una stronza!” she insulted you, leaving you trembling behind the tall lady, who put on a serious face.

“That's enough, Donna,” Alcina said in a soft but stern voice, stopping the exaggerated movements of the lady’s trembling hands.

“That's enough? Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't realize what's going on here?” the veiled lady asked, stalking you behind her sister, pulling on your arms. “You damn traitor.”

“I said enough. Let her go, Donna,” the lady in white said, removing her sister's hand from your arm.

“Of course, of course I should have imagined it... I should have assumed that you would have fucked her too, that you were jealous of (Y/N) being mine,” Donna said in a dark voice, speaking in a way that you had never heard, very far from her tender words and loving, kind whispers.

“Donna, wait, you're wrong, I...” you whispered, trying to touch the lady, who pushed your hand away with a nasty slap.

“Don't touch me,” she whispered dangerously. You could only sob, backing away.

“Donna...” you sobbed, seeing how she lost her nerves, how her patience had run out.

“You're happy, aren't you?” Donna said abruptly, pushing her sister in a pathetic, furious way. “Porca puttana!”

“Stay still, dear,” Alcina said, not moving away from Donna’s rough pushes, which barely made her move.

“You didn't stop until you got it! Until... You, you took her from me! You stole (Y/N) from me! I'll kill you!”

“Donna…” the lady in white sighed, looking at the ceiling with a tired sigh, enduring her sister's clumsy blows until, tired of that attitude, she lifted her up, comically holding her under her arms, making her kick angrily in the air.

“Lasciami! Lasciami!” Donna protested, before Dimitrescu brought her down to the floor roughly, right in front of you.

“Why don't you just shut your mouth and look twice?” Alcina hissed, guiding the brunette's body.

 Donna breathed nervously, looking at you, you knew with hatred, while you cried seeing her like that, knowing that she was going to find out your secret.

“Don't you see something strange about her?” Alcina asked again, bringing Lady Beneviento closer to you as if she were a doll.

“What?” she asked furiously, looking at you closely, bringing her gaze to the hand that was placed on your belly. “What...?”

“Donna, I'm pregnant,” you confessed among sobs. “It's, it's yours...”

“Um...? Pregnant?” the lady in black asked confused, shaking her head, relaxing her body, enough for Alcina to let her go with an angry growl. “But… But…”

“I didn't want to tell you because… Because I was afraid you'd never come back, of… Of… Of losing you…” you murmured when you saw that her attitude was confused, and not angry.

She didn't answer, simply, with a nervous breath, she brought her hand to your belly, trembling, shaking her head.

“Gods… (Y/N)… A baby…” she sighed, with an expression you couldn't see, but with a calm voice. “Is it… Is it mine?”

“Of course it's yours,” you said, looking away. “I… I love you, Donna and… I didn't want you to know because… Because… I didn't know if you felt…”

The brunette pounced on you, pushing aside her black veil to kiss you passionately, softly, caressing your lips calmly, with the salty taste of your tears.

“I love you, (Y/N)… I've loved you since, since I saw you, I…” she stammered, resting her forehead against yours, swaying with you. “Gods, I, I love you so much…”

“Do you love me? Do you really love me?” you sobbed, excited by that confession.

“With all my soul…” she whispered in an almost inaudible voice.

A sharp slap interrupted that romantic moment, that confession you wanted to hear from her lips.

“Let's see, let's see, what do we do now, (Y/N)?” Alcina asked, separating you in a comical way.

“She has to, she has to be with me, Alcina… Please, let, let her live with me, please,” Donna said, with a nervous voice, without letting your hand go.

The lady in white nodded slowly, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, I assumed so,” the vampire murmured. “Okay, okay, (Y/N) will move in with you… You finally got it, huh? You took one of my best maids…”

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The Saga of Hermitcraft on r/Place (1 April 2022 - 4 April 2022)

On the 1st of April 2022, Reddit unveiled a white blank canvas where every user had the ability to place one colored pixel in every 5 minutes. At its height, about 4 million people participated in one of the biggest internet collaborations ever made. The ripple effects reverberated into news reports as far away as Turkey, and the final canvas represents a snapshot of the multiple communities, events, memes, and what was popular around the world at that time.

This is a documentation of the Hermitcraft mural on r/place 2022.

aka.

Remember what I said about my latest ficbind being a distraction? This is what I wanted to be distracted from.

After Reddit's API fiasco of this year and the subsequent controversial event that was r/place 2023, I decided to save as much documentation about the 2022 event as I could. Luckily, I remember how there are already a series of posts by @riacte who documented the progress of the Hermitcraft mural throughout the whole event, from beginning to end. Her blogposts form the bulk of this book (like, 95%!) and I cannot thank her enough for preserving the happenings of the block men mural.

With that said, I quickly realized that someone who's not a Hermitcraft fan - or me if I'm older - might not get the gist of who's who on the mural. The solution? Make several pages dedicated to just listing who's who on the murals! Because of the sheer number of heads, the mural was divided into several pieces for easier labeling. As a bonus, I also threw in another mural nearby which was connected enough to the Hermitcraft community.

For consistency's sake and preserving focus, I decided to not label the peeps from Dream SMP or the MCC secondary mural. Wrangling Microsoft Word to create an infographic was hard enough, let alone 3! If I inadvertently left out a few bits of extra context from this decision, mea culpa.

When it came to typesetting the entire text block, I decided to make some consistent rules. Titles denoting each day or stage of the mural are on their own pages. New sections are titled using the Bahnschrift font and colored blue, while the first paragraph has their beginning lines look Minecraft-coded and topped with a drop cap (aka. those super-large alphabets).

The names of Hermitcraft and Minecraft players in general are bolded when they first appear in the text. Afterwards, they are bolded if they are contextually important to what's being said.

Extra context would be placed in the footnotes section at the bottom of the page. This is also where I dump some background information that would be invaluable for any readers who aren't Minecraft fans, which is why the SpaceX page looked like... uh, that.

My image policy is to go with the flow; I used as many images from riacte's posts as possible, but I also added-in some of my own if more context is needed. Placing them to look smooth with the text was harder - some are small enough to not cause any problems, others are large enough to fill entire pages without any problems, but a few like the Dream SMP mural (hey there! I managed to put you in!) are too wonky to fit perfectly without leaving no empty spaces.

So in that mural's case, I placed them to the side and let the contextual text flow around it. This principle was also used for the Dota2 / Love Live images and in a few other places throughout the book. The biggest case of this are the few images that are just too wide.

Like this one.

Making double-page spreads is not the easiest thing to do in Microsoft Word, and there are a few r/place images that are too wide to fit perfectly in a single page. Confining them to one page would also mean losing all their details, so making them a double-page spread was necessary.

Didn't make it easy though, especially when there are paragraphs of text and other images that needed to be shuffled around. Mess up the double-page images, and they won't meet in the middle. Mess up the text and other pics? There goes the layout and overall flow!

In the end, making this book took a lot longer than I expected, but I am still grateful to have made this as I have now read through many posts from Tumblr, Reddit, and even Youtube - people expressing joy that they have collectively made something together. I can only hope I have made some justice to them by compiling their work and (even if a small sliver) preserving their testaments.

May this r/place be remembered.

[queenshelby]

Chemical Reactions (P. 20)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy as J Robert Oppenheimer x Student Reader

Warning: Age-Gap, Infidelity, Smut, Torture

Words: 1,889

Note: The fic is spoiler free and my own fantasy and imagination. It is not historically and scientifically accurate.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the separation between Robert and you became agonizingly long. The weight of the situation bore down heavy on both your hearts, as you tirelessly navigated through the treacherous waters of uncertainty and danger.

Albeit the fact that you had been moved to more pleasant prison just two days after you had been arrested by Pash, you were still confined to a secure facility which, luckily for you, had medical care.

In this facility, the months dragged on, a never-ending cycle of uncertainty and despair.

While you were away from him, Robert felt as if he were living in a purgatory, caught between his duty and his love for you. The revelation that Kitty Oppenheimer, his own wife, had betrayed him like this was a bitter blow. It shattered any semblance of trust he had left, leaving him feeling betrayed and empty.

It was her who leaked secret information to an agent of the soviet union and the investigation into Kitty's actions revealed a web of secrets and lies that she had woven meticulously.

She had leaked information and tried to divert the blame onto you in order to get rid of you and this, itself, was a dangerous game that she was playing.

It was a twisted and cruel act, one that Robert never thought he would witness from someone he had once loved. The fallout from Kitty's betrayal only complicated matters further. The authorities were now wary of potential moles within the project, questioning everyone's loyalty and motives and despite her partial admission, the investigation into your past continued.

With Kitty’s actions, it seemed that no one was above suspicion, including Robert himself. Every step he took was scrutinised, his every move monitored while he led the project. Desperate to protect you and ensure your safety, Robert used his influence where he could. He pulled strings, called in favours, and pleaded with higher-ups to expedite the investigation so that you could reunite. But bureaucracy moves at its own pace, and justice seemed painfully slow.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Robert could only imagine what you were going through, locked away in a military facility, while the world passed you by.

His heart ached at the thought of you being subjected to the harsh realities of prison life, especially with a child on the way. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each passing day marked by a dull ache of longing and a gnawing fear of the unknown.

Robert grappled with his own guilt, feeling responsible for the situation that had befallen you. He questioned every decision he had made, wondering if there was something he could have done differently to protect you.

As the months went by, Robert found solace in his work. He threw himself into research and experimentation, channelling his frustrations and fears into the pursuit of scientific breakthroughs. He pushed the boundaries of his own knowledge, hoping that some great discovery would alleviate the pain of his separation from you.

***

Unable to see each other or communicate directly as visitors were strictly prohibited at the facility, the only solace came in the form of letters.

General Groves became the messenger, reading your heartfelt words and delivering them to each of you personally.

Every letter was a lifeline, a fragile thread connecting your hearts in the midst of an unpredictable and unforgiving world. Through ink-stained pages, you shared your hopes, fears, and struggles, desperate to hold onto the love that had been abruptly torn from your grasp.

The letters were filled with a mix of joy and sorrow, as you recounted each day's events, except those related directly to the development of the gadget.

You described the unbearable loneliness and longing for each other's embrace, the difficulty of trying to remain strong amidst the harsh conditions. But amidst the darkness, there were glimpses of hope as you spoke of the unwavering belief that one day, you would be reunited.

Robert, ever the optimist, wrote poetry to cheer you up and you poured your heart onto the pages, documenting the challenges you faced, both physically and emotionally while being confined.

The uncertainty of your fate weighed heavily on you, but you refused to succumb to despair. Instead, you clung to the memories of your time together, allowing them to fuel your determination to overcome the adversities you faced.

General Groves, touched by the depth of your love and resilience, took it upon himself to ensure the safe passage of each letter. He knew the importance of this lifeline, recognising that their words held the power to inspire and sustain you. With each delivery, General Groves witnessed the unwavering devotion that bound you together.

Your love, tested by distance, confinement, and uncertainty, remained steadfast, growing stronger with each passing day. These letters became a testament to the power of love in the face of adversity, a bond that refused to be broken. And so, the months crawled by, punctuated by the arrival of each letter. They became the rays of hope that pierced through the darkness, reminding you that love could endure even in the bleakest of times. Every word, every sentiment, forged a connection that transcended the physical divide, drawing you closer together even in your separation.

***

Then, one day, General Groves attended Los Alamos without a letter in his hand, informing Robert that he had something much more exciting to give to him.

Handing him a photograph, he said “Congratulations Robert! You have a healthy baby boy.”

With trembling hands, Robert took the photograph from General Groves. As his eyes settled on the image, his heart skipped a beat. There, captured in a moment frozen in time, was a tiny bundle of joy cradled in your arms. The weight of the world seemed to lift from his shoulders as he gazed at his son for the very first time. Tears welled up in Robert's eyes, a mixture of relief, longing, and overwhelming joy. It had been a year of unimaginable anguish and uncertainty, but seeing the radiant smile on your face as you held their child close, he knew that everything he had fought for had been worth it.

“He is perfect,” Robert declared tearfully, unable to take his eyes off the photo. In that instant, all the heartache faded into insignificance compared to the overpowering sense of pride and love surging through him. This new life embodied the essence of your undying commitment to each other, standing tall against the forces that sought to rip them apart.

Looking anxiously, Robert said, "This baby will change things and all our sacrifices won't go to waste."

"No, they won't Robert," the General said before he nodded resolutely, acknowledging the weight of responsibility resting on Robert's shoulders as well as his own.

"Please, can I see him. He is my son," Robert asked, his voice cracking, but General Groves told him that this was not an option due to security reasons.

Heartbroken yet understanding, Robert swallowed back tears and thanked the General for the photograph.

"I understand, General," he managed to say, his voice hoarse with grief and happiness mixed. 

"When you see her next, can you give her my letter and tell her that she is doing amazing and that I am proud of her?" His voice breaking slightly, he added, "Tell her how brave she is. How beautiful she looks holding our little miracle. Tell her I miss her dearly. And let her know...let her know..."

His voice trailed off as Robert realized he couldn't quite put into words exactly what he wanted to express about his feelings toward you, about their relationship, about their shared experiences - especially after learning about your bravery in giving birth under such difficult circumstances.

"I suggest you write it down, Robert. I will be here until noon," said General Groves, sensing Robert's struggle to articulate his feelings. "Take your time," he told him with a pat on the shoulder. 

Grateful for the supportive presence, Robert nodded and quickly retrieved paper and pen from his office. Sitting down, he began scribbling feverishly, trying to find the right words to convey his thoughts and emotions towards you.

In a few moments, he finished composing the most honest and vulnerable message he had ever written and it was this very honest and raw letter of his that brought tears to your face. 

*** The Letter ***

My Dearest [Your Name],

Words cannot express the overwhelming emotions coursing through my veins as I hold this photograph of our beautiful baby boy. Seeing his innocent face has cast a brilliant light upon the darkest corners of my weary soul. In this single image, I find solace, hope, and an abundance of joy that courses through my every fiber.

I stand here, with tears streaming down my face, in awe of the miracle you have brought into this world. Our son, our precious creation, is a testament to the strength and resilience of our love. He is a beacon of hope, a symbol of our undying commitment to one another and to a brighter future.

I cannot help but think of the sacrifices you have made, the hardships you have endured, and the relentless determination that has guided you through this tumultuous journey.

Our love has endured the trials, the uncertainty, and the immense pressure placed upon us. And now, in this moment, the weight of the world seems insignificant compared to the boundless love radiating from this tiny bundle of life.

As I gaze upon this photograph, I am filled with an indescribable pride for what we have created together. Our love, our bond, has transcended distance, sacrifices, and the devastating impact of this war.

Please tell our son, when the time comes, that his father loves him more than words can convey. Tell him about the countless lives that will reap the benefits of our sacrifices. Whisper to him our story, a tale of resilience, bravery, and the unwavering love that binds us all together.

And to you, my love, I want to express something that words alone could never encapsulate. Your indomitable spirit, your unwavering courage, and your unyielding love have sustained me through the darkest of days. In you, I have found my anchor, my refuge, and my reason.

Please know that you are an extraordinary woman, my love. Your bravery, your strength, and your unwavering spirit during the pregnancy and birth have left me in awe. The thought of you going through such a monumental moment without anyone by your side breaks my heart, but it also fills me with immense pride. You are my rock, my source of inspiration, and the embodiment of everything that is beautiful in this world. Our son is fortunate to have you as his mother, and your love and guidance will shape him into an incredible human being.

When the time comes for us to be reunited, know that I will hold you tightly, for I have missed your touch more than words can express. Until then, my heart stays with you, my love.

Yours, forever and always,

Robert

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[makeyoumine69]

My Lovely Detective I

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Detective!OC

— CO-WRITER: @iron-flavored-lipgloss

— SUMMARY: Being a detective in New York was pretty hard, and being a woman detective was even harder, but not for Andrea Moore. Despite the fact that she lived the life of an average American without any luxury or wealth, she loved her job, her life and her boyfriend, who always supported her. One day, her boss — Detective Kimball — assigned her to a case regarding the disappearance of a very rich man from Wall Street named Paul Allen, and her first task became to interrogate the man who was suspected to be connected to it. From that moment on, Andrea would have to reveal what secrets were hidden behind the perfect facade of Patrick Bateman...

— CONTAINS: Swearing, misogyny, mind manipulation, mild seduction.

— WORDS: 2.4k

— A/N: Me and my dear friend @iron-flavored-lipgloss have been working on this writing project for quite a while and now it's finally here! Feel free to share your opinion, we hope you like it!

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [AO3}.

Pierce & Pierce

The first impression I got when I stepped into the glass box called P&P office was the unprecedented atmosphere of wealth and elitism I'd never experienced before. It only confirmed Donald Kimball's statements about Wall Street and its special aura that consumes you from the moment you enter the space where arrogant yuppies rush past you without paying attention, even if they push you painfully on your shoulder.

Today, I had to interrogate one of the vice presidents of Pierce & Pierce, his name was Patrick Bateman and Detective Kimball - my boss - had a very strange opinion about this guy and he made me aware to be careful and attentive to the things he would say. And I didn't know why my heart was beating so fast when it was such a common thing for me to interrogate someone, but once I got to the right floor and went into Bateman's office I saw a beautiful blonde woman who was supposed to be his assistant. Her name was Jean and she asked me to wait a bit before she sneaked into Patrick's office to ask him if he was not super busy.

One minute, two minutes...

I was getting more and more nervous the longer I waited, but luckily for me, Jean appeared almost as I was about to start digging my nails into my skin; she politely asked me to come in.

With deliberate movements, I entered the fashionable office to see a handsome man sitting at the wooden desk, his brown hair with a golden hue slicked back, and the moment he raised his eyes to me, I felt a tight knot form in my stomach.

"This is Detective Andrea Moore," Jean introduced me with a friendly smile. "Can I get you some coffee?" She asked immediately, but her question wasn't addressed to me as I noticed her devoted gaze on the brown-haired man who still hadn't said a word.

For Patrick Bateman, there was little to distinguish one workday from the other. Everything went in pleasantly bland and repetitive cycles: arriving at the office (impeccably styled from head to toe like any self-respecting yuppie, but still a little sleeker than everyone else, he reassured himself), the new release by whatever popular band was blaring in his headphones. With world economic news on the TV and a crossword puzzle to complete, he told Jean to cancel unnecessary meetings every morning.

But not today. 

There was a moment of irritation when Jean declared that there was an unexpected visitor waiting outside his office. A detective, she said, but this time it wasn't Kimball, and this additional information was what really started to bother Patrick. 

He had to make an effort to manipulate Kimball, sure that the man would finally believe in his integrity and drop the 'Paul Allen' case.‘Maybe I need to get my lawyer involved, maybe money needs to be paid to solve this.' The door opened again, this time Jean led the detective in, and in an instant a wave of relief washed over Patrick. He dismissed Jean with a smile that was almost natural to him by now. He let her go and then turned his eyes back to the woman in front of him. ‘A female detective... If they exchanged Kimball with her, for whatever reason, my situation can't be that bad.’ Patrick let his eyes glide over her body, his confidence returning with every second. Aside from her sex, this person truly presented a different image than Kimball. Illuminated by the morning sun, her suit shimmered in a way that only cheap polyester could. ‘What a feeble attempt to demand respect,’ Patrick thinks with mild disgust. Despite its loose cut, the suit did little to hide her voluptuous figure. 'Nice tits. Could be an hourglass figure if it weren't for the fat around her waist.' 

Disinterested, he focused again on her face, framed by brown and unruly curls - another flaw in his book. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Miss ...?" Patrick asked in a tone of false pleasantness, but with a face that didn't betray much happiness. He didn't remember her name very well either, even though Jean had said it just a few seconds ago.

"Miss Moore," she replied briefly, taking a seat across from his desk. At first the woman reached out to shake his hand, but then she pulled back. "Detective Donald Kimball has decided to let me continue his investigation into Paul Allen's disappearance," Andrea paused to retrieve the notebook and pen from her bag. "We have another missing persons case."

Though her voice sounded confident and stern, there was a turmoil of emotions raging within her, but the woman managed to regain her composure. God, why was reality so cruel to her? When Kimball had given her this case, he had never mentioned what Bateman looked like, and that had made Andrea think that Patrick was a typical middle-aged banker, but she had been so fucking wrong that now she felt embarrassed and nervous, and her hands were shaking slightly. 

"According to my information, you were seeing a woman named Bethany not too long ago," the detective looked at Patrick while he made some notes. "You were studying at Harvard together. Is that correct?"

‘She has an exotic look to her, despite the last name. A "first generation raised outside East Harlem" kind of vibe, ' Patrick thought dismissively.  ‘Girls like her have a lot to prove, and they always bring that insecurity into the conversation. They cover it up by acting all masculine and bossy.’ 

It wasn't lost on him how her fingers trembled as she reached for the notebook, and that was the only reason the mention of Bethany's name didn't worry him for the moment. Perhaps Paul was having an affair with her? New York's elite is a small world. 

Right now, this interview was nothing more than an inconvenience for him. "That's true. But really, our relationship ended after graduation. I also can't help but wonder how any of this relates to Paul Allen. At least that was the topic of conversation with Detective Kimball."

'What a smug son of a bitch.' The detective didn't flinch, her face devoid of emotion despite the storm brewing inside. "You see, sometimes we work with the police to help find missing persons," she explained, unbuttoning her jacket to reveal a simple blue blouse underneath. "A few weeks ago it was reported that a woman named Bethany Simmons had disappeared under strange circumstances, but before that she had dined with you. Her hairdresser confirmed it."

A sudden power shift in the conversation made Andrea feel a little more confident as she detected a slight tension in the way Bateman frowned.

"What happened after dinner, Mr. Bateman?" The woman asked insistently, pen in hand, ready to catch every word the man was about to give her. "Maybe you can tell us where Bethany is now?"

Patrick couldn't help but feel his body stiffen at Detective Moore's words before he forced himself to lean back in his chair - just keeping up the pretense of casualness. 

"We met for a late dinner, nothing more. After that we parted ways, I would have assumed she went home. But this is really disturbing to hear."

Mimicking a sad expression, Patrick studied the woman across from him intensely. Maybe he needed to be careful. Kimball had a different attitude, one that Patrick already began to miss because of its familiarity. 

‘Why so aggressive with this lack of hard evidence? A hairdresser... Believe a hairdresser over the testimony of a vice president of a leading Wall Street firm! I bet she just hates men.’

And yet his eyes lingered on her now exposed blouse.

The detective was about to check the time, but when she noticed the gold Rolex on Bateman's wrist, she somehow changed her mind, not wanting to reveal her cheap watch.

"Okay," she smiled suddenly and put her notebook on her lap. "May I ask about your relationship with Bethany? Maybe she shared some concerns with you during that dinner? Did she think she was in danger? Maybe someone was threatening her?" Andrea asked with undisguised interest in the case she was investigating. "I know that Mr. Kimball had a conversation with Bethany's fiancé..."

The sudden pause hung in the air like a suffocating rope around Patrick's neck.

'He's lying, I can feel it.' The woman grinned wider and made some notes. "I really hope you'll give me some information so I don't have to deal with your lawyer. People in your circle always like to do that." Andrea fixed her curly locks that tried to block her vision. "But I understand how busy you are."

Hidden under the desk from the detective's watchful eyes, Patrick's fingers began to dig into his thigh. Oh, how he wished it was her neck instead. 

How much information could Bethany's fiancé really have? No, this seemed more like a strategy to make him panic, and yet it was starting to work in a way. 

"Oh, I don't see any need to get a lawyer involved. These questions are only reasonable," Patrick fought to maintain the image of an innocent man and gave the most sympathetic smile his tense muscles could muster. "She didn't mention anything specific, but you know. She had a tendency to meet up casually with different men, so who knows where she went after our dinner. I'm not sure how informed her boyfriend is about that either. As for me and her - we were just catching up for old times' sake.”

At this point, Patrick started to seriously think about what had happened to Bethany's body.

Andrea did her best to catch up with Bateman's comments, writing them down with calculated precision. Then she massaged her temples shortly - a clear sign of her tired state. "You said Bethany was seeing other men...do you think she might be unfaithful to her fiancé?" The detective asked suddenly, arching her eyebrow in a thoughtful manner as cogs began to turn in her head. "Also, do you know her boyfriend? Could he be dangerous to Bethany?"

The woman didn't even notice her foot tapping on the floor, the adrenaline from the current conversation coursing through her veins, and that was the strongest drug for her.

"Have you been having an affair with Bethany behind his back? That can be a motive for him to commit a crime, you know what I mean?" She murmured in a suddenly low voice, her throat was dry from tension, but she didn't dare ask for water. A muffled rustling of city life could be heard in the moment of silence and the woman hoped that Patrick couldn't hear her fast heartbeat.

Maybe it was the way she looked at him (tired? dismissive? annoyed?), but something inside him shifted. Suddenly, Patrick found himself dangerously overwhelmed by irritation at her audacity and bold questioning, more than anything else.

"It was her who invited me, and during our time together she was clearly trying to make a move. Well, she didn't get what she wanted out of that dinner. I'm engaged myself, you know."

‘She thinks she's so smart, but if we had met under different circumstances, in a club for example, she would be throwing herself at me right now.’

"You said it yourself, I have a very busy lifestyle," and with a playful glance at his Rolex, Patrick continued. "But I'm making time for you, willing to prove good intentions. And all I can say is that I knew Bethany better when we were together. I'm unfamiliar with her exact current situation and fiancé."

Beyond the carefully curated faux friendliness, he leaned forward and looked deeply into Detective Moore's dark eyes. 

"But if a woman in a committed relationship looks at other men the way she looked at me that night - her boyfriend can't be good. Wouldn't that be the logical conclusion?"

His unexpectedly brazen remark made Andrea's jaw clench in anger. "Maybe after we find Bethany, you can ask her that question."

The woman tried to hide her annoyance as his words found some resonance within her - Bateman was an utterly handsome man, it was foolish and stupid to try to argue with that fact, though that didn't mean the detective had to admit it either.

"Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Bateman," the woman muttered and tucked her things back into her bag. " I will take some time researching information and discussing it with Mr. Kimball. I think we can meet here in a week or...maybe at a café?" The woman's expression didn't change even when she realized what she had just said. "I don't want to bother Jean and the people in here," Andrea tried to shake off her nervousness. "But this is all up to you."

Patrick raised his eyebrows, taking her sudden desire to leave as a success on his part. "Why do you say you bother Jean? This is her job. But if there is any way I can help you with your research, please do."

He held one of his business cards out to her, his attitude now almost charming.

‘Of course she wants to meet me for dinner. Like all the women I've met, huh?’

 "Call this number and Jean will discuss a convenient time and date with you. I will get us a good reservation at a restaurant, for whatever topic you want to discuss with me. You see, I just don't like unannounced interruptions."

The woman took the business card and, without looking at it, quickly put it in her notebook. "See you soon, have a good day, Mr. Bateman."

With that Andrea picked up her things and got up to leave the office as soon as possible, she didn't say anything to Jean. When she was finally outside, she took a moment to breathe deeply, as if she was suffocating from lack of oxygen all the time. The pedestrians passed her like ghosts, her heartbeat pulsed in her ears and Andrea couldn't really remember being so... shocked and puzzled by any man before. 

Even in the subway all she could think about was Bateman and his pathetic attempts to deceive her and mislead her investigation. Now she had more questions than answers, and she desperately needed to talk to Mr. Kimball. ‘I'm gonna make you talk, Bateman, I'm gonna do more than that.’

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and my amazing co-writer @iron-flavored-lipgloss and turn on notifications to know when we update!

[snowleopardcrk]

Mermaid AU???

(turns around in my chair) It is time, I am basically a year late to this mermaid AU trend but here we go! Mermaid!Moonflower is here

Also an excuse to draw Mermaid Meringue while I was at it lmao Mermaid!Meringue belongs to my mootie, @minecraftninjerkid

Here's a silly little concept sheet!

Moonflower hails from the treacherous waters of Beast-Yeast, travelling far after escaping the salt water lake and being chased out by the other shapeshifting mermaids, she set out to find a new home. Yet that journey was tough as she was never taught how to fend for herself properly... After weeks of non-stop travelling, she got caught up in a massive fishing net, escaped from it after ripping a hole in it. Luckily, she was eventually found by a herd of Jellyfish (whom led Frilled Jellyfish Cookie to her) when she could no longer swim properly from the damage caused by the fishing net (including the parts still stuck to her).

She was effectively too weak to shapeshift or communicate for a while there so no one really knew that she COULD shapeshift into a mermaid, or shapeshift into a variety of things!

But when they figured it out, the gem mermaids gladly took her in. Just to note, she is a creation of White Lily Cookie but WL is her ONLY biological parent. She was created as an example of how the process worked for the Faeries. But poor lil' Moonflower does not remember very much, she barely remembered her name!

Here are some silly interaction doodles. If you're asking about Moonys landform, its not perfect. She HAS to keep herself moist or else shes gonna dry out. So, her exploration is very limited. Yes, I love Tinkerbell movies esp 'The Secret of the Wings'. This is where I drew the land-form inspo from! (particularly Periwinkle! I love her)

I do imagine that Meringue or Moonflower don't discover that they're sister (or half sisters???) until White Lily reveals information about Moony :p I love family drama hehehe~

Note: Moonflower has some trouble with her swimming / walking ever since the fish net hurt her fins and navigational antenna (the ones on her head and back tail!)

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Off topic bur I made Moonflower into a skin (Minecraft) and a hat!

[mschimdt]

OBSERVE pt.1

5455 words

recom!navi!quaritch x recom!navi!fem!reader

summary: you were reborn into a navi recom inorder to fight for pandora, but soon you ensed up feeling a connection to eywa, and you ended up escaping only to be caught by the colonel and punishrd accordingly, till he find you one dy during your heat cycle

this is a 100 folower special, thank you all so much, yes this is a series now and this is part one out of maybe 2 or 3

warnings: p to v, degrading, mention of injury, embarassment, public humiliation, sex, heat cyle, this hasnt been proof read so theres alot of typos, ill fix them soon when i have the motivation to

you opened your eyes, a bright light blinding you, you saw blue figures wandering around you, you went full panic mode thinking the navi caught you, you sat up, your head hurt but you couldnt let the dirty navis get away with this, your vision started coming in and one of the blue navis came towards you to attack you "LEAVE ME ALONE!!"

you stood up and attempted to punch them "(Y/N) CALM DOWN" said an oddly familiar voice, you were in a medical room, weird, they must have attacked bridgehead while you were out cold you didnt notice the 'little' humans under you

the blue guys came towards you restricting you from delivering anymore slaps and punches to their faces. you couldnt move, they were all holding you, "LEAVE ME ALONE YOU DIRTY BASTARDS" you said, still not noticing thay youre litteraly navi

you were still trying to set yourself free when you heard the familiar voice again. "y/n its us, stop freaking out, its me quaritch" he said "wha-" he cut you off "lyle, Z-dog" he said pointing at each of them, "okay okay let me go" you said

they let you go and you still hadnt noticed that you were navi, you were the same height as them but you didnt think anything of it, until you looked down "what the-" you said cutting your self off staring at your blue feet

you walked towards a reflective window observing your new look, fangs, a tail, blue skin, stripes, ears, and shit you were even 8'11

some scientists walked inside and told you to sit down so they could take your vitals and make sure youre good before letting you go

they took your vitals and you were infact good to go, they handed you some clothes, the others already left to inform the others that you were okay

you put the clothes the scientists gave you on and walked out of the door, this was a completley new area, not the hells gate you remembered, luckily there was a small map hung on the wall, you stared at it wondering where everyones gonna be

you didnt know where they might be, so you just headed in a random direction hoping youll ens up finding some other blue guys wandering around, after a few minutes of walking you infact did find another navi, it was mansk, atleast thats who you thought he was because of the shades, you walked toward him

"heyy uhh do you know where the others are?" you said regreting your life decisions, sure you knew mansk but this was awkward, "yeah, theyre over there in the lounge" he said, straight face "okay thanks, mansk right?" "thats right, y/n?" "mhm, thanks though" he gave you a little smile and continued walking towards wherever hes going, you headed towards the lounge only to find quaritch awfully speaking navi, you didnt know how to either but atleast you werent speaking gibberish

"we need to look navi, eat navi, hunt navi, the only way were gonna get jake sully is we act, like jake sully" you walked in and leaned against a wall listening to quaritch, then you spoke "they stull didnt kill jake? its been 15 years" you said fully expecting jake to be 6 feet under right now

"unfortunatley they didnt catch him, its our job now" quaritch continued rambling about how were gonna kill jake and how were gonna give humans a "bright future" and get rid of all the savages

before you knew it, you were already out on your first mission, you didnt even have time to observe your body and get used to it before you were sent out to explore, ever since you came back as navi, you felt a connection to eywa, similar to what jake felt

one part of you wanted to be with the people and the other wanted to kill the people, eventually you forgot about this arguement eith yourself when you saw 2 navis walking through the forest, they were omaticaya people, jakes people, or should i saw toruk makto

they were 2 teenage looking navis arguing with eachother, they didnt know you were there so they were screaming random shit in navi, the others noticed the noise and slowly walked behind the 2 kids, they were still arguing, which signaled they hadnt noticed you

suddenly lyle and walker snuck up on them and restrained them by their queues they started fighting them, you walked oit of the bushes along with the others, you had a decent military rank, you were a seregeant, right under lyles rank but higher than the others, so if quaritch and lyle werent there you'd be incharge

you walked up to the kids behind quaritch, as a form of respect, "what're yr' names" he was death staring them at this point, the kid said something in navi and quaritch replied back, both the kids started laughing at his bad pronounciation of words

" i dont like to repeat things, whatre yr names?" quaritch said, it lookes like he was about to fucking explode

"n-neteyam- and loak.." one of them said "neteyam what huh?" quaritch replies forcefully grabbing the other kids hand, noticing the 5 fingers on his hand, "lo'ak and neteyam sully huh, i suppose you know where he is dontcha" you were still standing behind quaritch incase anything happened

quaritch said something into his ear peice, "cuff them" he said turning away, "yes sir" you said walking over to the kids and harshly grabbing their arms to cuff them, when you notices something in the distance, before you had any time to tell the others, an arrow peirced through walkers skull, knocking her to the ground

quaritch stared at the arrow, imediatley recognising the arrow, it was neytiri, sullys woman

you spoke up "is that you Mrs. sully?" you said dragging the kids with you toward a tree, they kept kicking you with their legs, you ended up also having to cuff their legs "listen here little bitches, you stop squirming and trying to wiggle out of the cuffs, or else it wont end too well for you" you said completley fed up with their shit, you heard a scream from behind you and now fike was down too, he had an arrow in his leg, you were surprised about how quick these arrows could kill a person, they must be poisonus, quaritch came over and helped you carry the 2 boys

"cmon hurry up, dont wanna get one in the head" you said as you swung one of them over your shoulders ran for your life

one of the kids ended up activating a tear bomb with their fingers, and they somehow uncuffed themselves and escaped while you got knocked to the ground for a few seconds, you regained your consiousness only to find yourself on lyles shoulder, "lyle im okay you can let me go" you said waiting for him to drop you onto the floor

he let you go and a bright light shone from above, the helicopter was finally here and you could leave this shitty mission and think about what you were going to do about your "connection" to pandora

you got on the helicopter and finally arrived at what now was called bridgehead, walking over to your assigned room, you took your shirt off and stayed in your sport bra not having the energy to change your clothes

you layed in your bed thinking about what you were going to do to stop this awful feeling of emptiness because you werent living freely, roaming through the forest, embracing the culture of navi

after a few days you were fed up with the feeling of having to destroy a place you wanted to embrace so bad, so, you made an escape plan

you were going to leave on the next mission, ans youll turn your comms off aswell as your location so you couldnt be tracked, it was the only way you could do this

you woke up the next morning heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your morning routine, you slipped on some cargo pants and left your room

you were in a shared "apartment" with all the recoms, there was a small room for each recom with a bathroom each, and a living room and a kitchen between the rooms, it wasnt bad just a little cramped

you headed to the living room, lyle laying in the corner of the L shaped couch and quaritch awake drinking a mug of coffee on the other side

"goodmorning sir" you greeted, you knew nott o get on the colonels nerves, hes DEADLY and when i say deadly i mean it.

"g'morning" he said back, not even looking at you, you headed to the kitchen to grab yourself a warm cup of tea so you could head back to your room

suddenly a voice spoke "why're ya up so early?" quaritch said, you couldnt read his emotions, he was basically unreadable

"i didnt realize it was so early, pandora timing is really confusing" you said, you actually didnt realize that ot was early, since the sun was up you just assumed that it was when you usually wake up

"makes sense" he said, still not looking at you, god this man gets on your nerves sometimes

awkward tension was building up, yoh were inpatiently waiting for your water to start boiling so you could make the mother fucking tea because you couldnt handle the overly dominant aura quaritch was giving off

finally, after what felt like an hour of waiting, the water finally boiled and you made your tea as quickly as you can so you could go back to your room, you went back to your room, finally

it was pretty early outside, almost 6am, you wondered why quaritch would be up so early, you took a sip of your tea, it was bitter, god fucking damn you forgot to add sugar

now you had to go back into the room that had the energy of 100 men radiating off 1 man, great

you unlocked your room door for the second time in the past few minutes and headed towards the kitchen again, already feeling the tense atmosphere, you also felt quaritchs eyes burning through your skull

you grabbed the sugar and turned back around, expecting to see quaritch staring at you because you could feel his eyes poking holes into your skull but no, he looked unbothered reading some book about the navi body that he was reading earlier

you entered your room AGAIN and you inhaled a breath, not even knowing you held your breath back there

you were bored so you decided to map out your escape plan on a peice of paper, or aeast write down the steps to it incase you forgot

you heard a loud knock on your door followed by other distant knocks on other doors, you flipped the paper over so whoever was there couldnt see it and you walked towards the door to unlock it wondering who wouls possibly need you at 7 am,

"surprise training, meet me outside in 10" quaritch said to you and the 3 recoms beside your room, going to bang on the other doors inorder to wake the rest up

you wandered into your room again, slipping on a sports bra and a tanktop with camo shorts and headed to the outdoor courtyard to meet quaritch,

"ardmore said theres a mission today at 3pm, they saw some savages running through the forest and ordered us to try and find them, meet me at 2:30 in the helicopter room" quaritch said , ofcourse he had to give us some shit to do for absolutley no fucking reason

training was the worst thing youve experienced in your entire life, you felt like quaritch was torturing you on purpose because he made you run 30 extra laps because your hands gave up mid pushups

you went to the female showers, your muscles were basically torn, you ran almost 6 miles because you failed one singular pushup out of the 40 you did before

you washed off with warm water, it felt soothing to your muscles, quaritch was basically a torture machine that tortures everyone, dying was better than having him torture you then it hit you. this mission was your chance to finally put your escape plan to use

your muscles barely felt like they hurt anymore, you slipped your clothes on and rushed out of the showers running towards your room, tiny scientists gave you weird stares but you didnt give a fuck, you were finally going to leave this place once and for all, forever hopefully

you were leaving, finally going to take care of yourself, you locked your door and flipped over the map from earlier, revising your escape plan before reaching into your closet to grab some clothes, a grey tanktop, you stayed in your camo shorts from earlier

it was almost meetup time and you didnt want to get on quaritchs bad side before making him mad forever, you headed to the helicopter room, this was it, the last time youll be in this place, hopefully

you sat inside the helicopter which is now taking off, no one has mumbled a word, you were glad, youwere never friends with any of them but you really didnt want to start a bond with them before leaving, because it might make you rethink your decision

thankfully, no one said anything the entire ride, it was quiet, atleast as quiet as it can get with raging helicopter flaps buzzing above your head, the aircraft started landing and soon before you even knew it, you were already down in the pandora forest, you were split into teams of two, you ended up with mansk, you knew he wouldnt be hard to distract

you walked off into the forest with mansk, waiting for t he perfect moment to stab him with an anesthetic shot you stole from the medical lab a few days ago

you saw 2 navi figures walking in the distance, it was time, you hit mansk in the back with the needle, he tried to fight you off before landing on the floor with a loud thud, you needed to leave fast, the colonel probably already knows about this, he probably doesnt know its you, you dropped your comms on the floor, you needed to leave now

you started running toward the 2 navi people walking around, it was one of the kids from last time, and another short kid according to your memory this kid was called loak, you didnt know about the other one though, they noticed you and went full alert until they saw you raising your hands up as a universal sign of defeat, "help me please, get me away from them" yopu said desperate to go far enough because if you stayed here they could easily find you, "and how are we supposed to trust you?" the older one said backing away and sheilding his younger sister behind him

"please, i dont know how to prove it, get me away from here before they find me, here you can cuff me just plase get me away from here" you say offering him the cuffs on you which you gladly took, he cuffed your hands behind your back to ensure that you wouldnt be able to do anything to him

"you know any navi?" he asks, "unfortunatley i dont" he says, you followed him "we're going to have to secretlet meet up with my dad first" he said holding the little kids hand dragging her with him, you arrived somewhere "stop here, im going to go call my dad, dont want anyone seeing you" you nodded and watched him walk away, just a few minutes later, he was back with his dad, jake sully

"y/n?" jake said while lo'ak stared at him confused "yes i know her! never expected her to end up liking the na'vis though. you sure this aint a trick?" you were still trying to convince him "i can assure you it isnt" jake was basically shocked now. "the clan isnt going to accept this easily, but imgoing to try my best, if they dont though, i cant reallydo anything so you;d have to find another clan to be with"

"okay"you said, jake uncuffed you and lead you toward hometree, it was a bit hard for the navi at first, but they ended up accepting you

now back to what happened to mansk

quarith found him unconsious on the ground with a needle stillstuck in his back and your comms crushed on the ground, you did this. he thoughtyou were loyal, he informed ardmore of what happened and called you "jake sully 2.0"

they ended up heading back to base, quaritch was fuming, once he reached the recom quarters he broke down the door to your room and destrooyed almost everything in it, when he came to the desk. he found a paper. labeled as "escape plan" and thats when he knew you'd escaped

a few weeks latee you were wandering around hometree, some havwnt accepted you yet but you knew theyd end up accepting your presence

you were still being taught the way of the people and they were trying their best to help you, quaritch was looking for you and yoh knew that, he was gonna come for you at some point, you needed to fight

at this point quaritch scrapped all the plans of finding jake, he doeant care about jake anymore, his only goal was to find you

he wasnt gonna kill you, he was going to torture you and force you to be a loyal member to the RDA so they can finish with the jake sully mission

you were sleeping, when you heard a sound, a sound like a helicoptera proppelers, thats when you kmew, they'd found you, and that was soon confirmed when a bright light shone into your sleepy eyea

you opened your eyes to find the one and only, quaritch, with a shit eating grin slapped on his face

he had found you

"thought ya could run huh?" he said through the grin, you got up to run away, find somewhere to hide untik they were gone, but it was too late

quaritch bent down and cuffed your legs, you still had your hands so you desperatley tried to crawl away but they were soon cuffed too

you found yourself on a helicopter back to bridgehead, you were basically sobbing, "fuck you" you said through your choked sobs "maybe one day" he said followed by a laugh, you soon landed in bridgehead and you were shoved in a cell

quaritch didnt care about jake now, the only thing he wants to do now is torture you, so he begun

he walked into your cell just a few hours after waking you up from your sleep, threw you some clothes, and tols you to get dressed because you were going to go on a 5 hour training

he wasnt leaving though, he stood at the door staring at you waiting for you to change

"turn around?" you said "no"

you kmew tjere was no arguing with him so you got up and changed, he wasnt hiding the fact that he was looking you up and down, you changed and he cuffed your hands and held you while your braid while you walked out of the cell to go to the courtyard

he closed the door that led outside to the courtyard and shoved you by your queue

"alright, 20 laps right now" he said waving his fingers to shoo you off, you actually ran the 20 laps, you were already exausted after but he shoved you by your braid to the ground "50 pushups and for each one you fail 10 will be added" lets just say you ended up doing over 200 pushups

"good job, now we're gonna begin training, that was just warmup, still 4 hours left" he said walking toward a wall with knofes hung all over it, grabbing a knife and handing it to you

he taught you some ways to stab someone and each time you did one correctly he mumbled a little "good job" followed by claps

"this is going to become a daily thing, and we wont stop till you can do 50 pushups in a row without fail"

you knew this was going to be a long week, or month maybe, even year

after a few training sessions, you warmed up to quaritch and you'd have little conversations here and there, he gave you your room back, it was all back to normal other than the training that you had everyday, but you were getting better, you were close to finally being done

you walked into the courtyeard for training, as usual you did some pushups, he ordered 100 and you did them all inna row without fail

he praised you and moved on to combat, you got everything right, he was shocked how fast youve improved

"i guess my jobs done here, you gotta promise me not to run off again, your not allowed into any missions till i say so"

"yes sir" you reply knowing that if you tried to run off again you were going to he in deep shit

you decided to not run off, and serve for the RDA, they wete using yoh as a puppet to track jake down and you were giving them locations, you ddint want to get on quaritchs bad side

plus after hanging out with quaritch you guys became friends, you thought you had feelings for him but you got rid of the idea knowing you shouldnt be inlive with your superior

the next day you were finally allowed permission to go to the gym, showering after the gym, it was the first time youve been in the gym for months, you noticed something change about the shower rooms but they probably changed while you were gone

then you heard a few male voices, the shower rooms looking different made alot more sense to you now, you were in the mens showers, thankfully the rooms had doors, you were going to wait it out till they were gone

you waited for 30 minutes until someone noticed the locked door thats been locked for way too long, without wster running or anything, they could see under the door and saw feet confirming that there was someone in there

"hey whoevers in there u good" you recognised lyles voice, you tried to make ur voice deep and let out a "mhm"

"didnt know we had an extra member huh, thats weirs, the others are outside it was just me, quaritch, and a few girls at the gym" you just stay silent not wanting to embarrass yourself any further

lyle walks away to save you the ebrassasment, he realized it was someone that wasnt supposed to be here, preferabley a woman . so he decided to just leave

but quaritch stayed, he wasnt going to leave till you left, he wanted to know whos in there "whos in there, come out would ya' its been an hour" you realized that theres no running away from this now, you got dressed and glowly peeked through the door to see quaritch with his hands crossed across his chest standing infront of the stall, "why're ya in here sweet 'eart?" he says, a dirty grin smacked across his face

"i didnt realize this was the mens room till i heard you and lyle come in, tried to wait it out but that didnt work well" you said, embarassed you came here in the first place

"well its alright, grab yr' stuff n leave now, shouldnt be in e're" " yes sir" you said, grabbing your things preparing to leave the mens showers, you dont know how you didnt notice this was the mens bathroom, after all theres some urinals in the corner, must've not seen them

you and quaritvh had grown close, you were basically friends now, not normal friends though, you wouldnt hangout or anything, just occasionaly have talks

your feelings for quaritch just grew in the past few months, you had a crush on him, without a doubt, you werent really friends with the recoms, so you'd end up hanging with some scientists, they werent that bad, they were just tiny compared to you

the next day you were in bed, you were uncontrollably horny, it must be the heat cycle, you heard about it but never did proper research about it, you're fucked, litteraly, because from the things youve heard, it lasts about 2 weeks and the only way to stop it was mating, it was mid day and you couldnt handle it, you took a day off and just stayed in bed

you didnt know what to do, but then, an idea popped in your mind, sure you need to mate to get rid of this, but you could try masturbating to relieve some of the feelings you were feeling, you were pretty nearvous because 1- your door has no lock so anyone can walj it, quaritch removed it because he didnt want you making more shitty plans 2-you never touched yourself in this body.

you layed down under the covers, and slipped your shorts to your knees, you slid your hands between your legs, and you started experimenting, your cold hands on your throbbing,warm,wet pussy felt funny but relieving

you rubbed your clit, the way it felt was amazing, you were sure you'd never be able to feel like this as a human, you slipped your other hand under the covers to push a finger inside yourse;f, maybe this could solve your problem, you were pumping your fingers in and out of yourself making sure to keep an eye on your door incase someone opened it, they tend to do that alot

and, it opened, you stopped your movements quickly putting one of your hands above the covers to make it seem more natural, it would be obvious if both your hands were under the covers

and you guessed it, it was quaritch "y/n why're you talking a day off, we need you today" he said, completley oblivious of what you were doing before he came in

"i just.......needed- a little uhhh break" you said, you didnt now how you were going to explain what was happening to you to him, so you chose not to

"ya sure? ya dont look too tired dya, anything going on that i should know about? dont wantcha makin' one of ya' little plans again do i now?"

"o-okay look sir- so basically... youve heard of the heat cycle shit or whatever it is? basically its happening to me right now and i really CANT join training or anything" a smirk appeared on his face only to soon fade away, "why cant'cha tho? dont know anything bout this stuff but ya' surely can join us?"

"not unless you want me to be incredibly fucking horny while training!" you said fed up with him asking questions, you needed him to leave now, you were just getting hornier by the moment, and his strong musk didnt help

"damn so thas what is is, coulda told me earlier, coulda helped" he said, smug smirk plastered across his face "y' want me to help?" you stood still shocked for a moment, the colonels never offered you help in anything, so the first time of him offering you help, BY HAVING SEX WITH YOU was definently weird "u-uh if you could sure..." you said unsure of what you were saying, your hornyness taking over

quaritch walked over to you, sitting himself on the bed right next to you, this is the closest youve ever been with him, the losest you ever got to him before this was when he tried to teach you how to do something with a knife, you didnt quite remember but that didnt matter right now, all that matters is that you need to have sex with the colonel to get this heat cycle shit over with

quaritch stared at you, then he leaned down, joining your lips together, kissing you, holding your chin with his thumb, the kiss quickly turned into a makeout session and every once in a while one would break the kiss to get a clothing article off, until quaritch was left in his boxers and you completley bare, while you were kissing you pushed the pants that were on your knees off your body, leaving you completley exposed

he cupped your breasts, qauritch was now ontop of you, in a plank like position, still making out, you were both under the covers, quaritch reached his free hand that wasnt holding him up down to pull his boxers off, he pulled them halfway off and broke the kiss, pulled them off, "holy shit.." you said not expecting him to be this big, you were looking at his shaft, it was leaking beads of precum, straining against his lower abdomen. you could say he was ATLEAST 15 inches long, thankfully you were navi and hopefully- could take it

"holy shit i didnt expect you to be this big" you mombeled out of shock, "oh yeah? and youre gonna take it all bitch", he didnt know if you liked being called names, but by the way your body responded, he confirmed that you enjoyed being called names

he reached his hand down your torso, approaching your dripping cunt, he needed to prep you, it was necessary because he was aware of how big he was

he stuck a digit inside you, and you let out a moan, it was more of a whimper because you knew you couldnt be too loud, soon enough there were 2 fingers thrusting in and out of you, ocassionaly scissoring you

he pulled out, reaching for his member to line it up with your cunt, he couldnt wait any longer and neither could you, you need to feel any form of release, you knew you were going to cum less than a minute into him fucking you, but who cares, atleast you'll get this over with, then you remembered you heard some scientist speaking about how if someone was in their heat cycle theyd need to form the tsaheylu bond with their "mate" or else it wouldnt work

you werrnt just about to ask quaritch if you could mate, you didnt know how he'd react to that, who knows maybe itll work if you do it without a bond, it it didnt work then you were going to have to suffer through the remaninig days of this torture

quaritch was pounding into you, you couldnt supress your moans and you were now moaning, you knew everyone could hear you "ya' like tha fact that eveyone can feel hoe good im makin' ya feel huh? dirty slut" him saying that was just getting you closer to your release, quaritch ocassionaly letting soft moans out into your ears, you never expected to hear this man moaning even if it was inaudible

"im about to-" you said, not being able to complete your own scentence "go ahead sweetheart" and thats all it took for you to cum all over his cock, helping you ride out your orgasm nearing his own release

you were being over stimulated now, he finally reached his orgasm with a loud groan, filling your hole up with his seed, quaritch's body went limp and he collapsed on top of you, his head laying next to yours, he regained his strength and he pulled out "we should do this more often" "yeah we should"

quaritch kissed your forehead "cmon go get cleaned up for training" "yeah dont think im gonna be able to walk" you said " well, too bad princess because im forcing you, colonels orders" "ugh" you mumbled with a loud groan sitting yourself up "i heard that" he said reffering to your "ugh"

you got up to go shower, unfortunatley for you, there was no shower in your bedrooms bathroom so you had to go use the recom shower

quaritch left your room a bit ago, you dressed yourself and left the room to head to the showers across the hall, your bedroom was right next to the living room you heard some recoms cheering for you, your face turned purple in embarassment as you walked to the shower not looking back, this was going to be a long day....

[celestesblossoms]

𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 & 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 - 𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓾

omg HI BBYS its been so long!! well I'm back (and i have new silly obsessions) currently I've been obsseeeesssed with jujutsu kaisen. and ya girl knows u little hoes love gojo (me too) so enjoy some soft gojo smut bbys <3 I'll mark where the nsfw starts so all my sfw bbys can enjoy some fluff! also im sorry i could NOT be bothered to proofread this im so tired. LOVE U BBYS

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pairing: fem! reader x gojo satoru

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warnings: (ns)fw, its l o n g, foreplay, breeding, unprotected sex, p l o t

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you've been dating your boyfriend satoru for quite some time now, and you had to admit, it was pure bliss. his childish demeanor and carefree personality made him extremely easy to be around and trust with your feelings, and you truly loved him.

However, when the two of you had started dating, you informed satoru of your views on sex, and how you wanted to wait until you had been in a relationship for a while. you believe that sex is a very intimate connection between two people, and how you hate that its so overlooked and discarded.

luckily, satoru happily complied, for he was just happy to call you his girlfriend. he never wanted to risk making you uncomfortable or upset with him. however, that didn't change the fact that he loved to fantasize about you in all sorts of ways. he wanted you so bad, he wanted to have that deep bond with you that having sex with someone creates. so, he would wait for you.

yesterday, you and your boyfriend had discussed the topic of sex, since the next day would be your 1 year anniversary. as you got into bed together, you turned toward satoru. "hey, satoru..? I wanna tell you something, its kinda important.." you said sheepishly, semi-nervous to talk about the topic. "Hm? whats wrong my love?" gojo flipped on his side, facing back at you. you started anxiously messing with the bed covers as you spoke, "i uhm... i think i might.." you stumbled through your sentences. "It's okay, doll, use your words." your boyfriend replied, gently cupping your cheek with his hand. "I'm ready to.. have sex with you, satoru." his face lit up, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips. he was so so happy, he couldn't express his joy through words, so instead he pulled you ontop of him and started kissing you all over your face and hugging you tightly. After he was done with his little love attack, he smiled and looked at you eagerly.

"sooooo does that include tonight?"

"satoru its already midnight, wait till tomorrow I'm sleepy."

He let out a childish 'awwwwwww' and placed you back in your spot on the bed. you turned of your lamp and kissed your boyfriend goodnight.

"goodnight darling." he whispered

"goodnight baby." you whispered back

Its now the next morning, and you are woken up to see satoru already awake, eagerly waiting for you to wake up. you notice a vase full of lucsious pink roses, lilies, and snapdragons on your bedside table, with a little white ribbon wrapped around the vase and a tag that says "to y/n, love your boyfriend~!" in satoru's hands, there was a small bag from the convinience store

"Happy one year, y/n! I don't know what I'd do without you, youve made me the happiest person in the world, my love." he leaned down to kiss you, as you were still laying down. you stood up out of bed and kissed your boyfriend on the forehead, having to get up on your tippy-toes to reach it. "Happy one year, satoru!" you smiled at him. you then directed your attention toward the bag from the convience store. "whats in here?" you asked, as your hand reached out to peek inside the bag. Satoru swiftly stopped you, grabbing your arm and raising it up, preventing you from opening it. "its a surprise for later honeyyyy no peaking!" he exclaimed with a childish tone. you rolled your eyes playfully and he set the bag down next to the table.

he then placed his around your waist, pulling you closer to him, his other hand on your chin. His demeanor was changed. you hadn't seen this side of your boyfriend- the lustful, passionate side that was absolutely crazy about you.

(nsfw starts here) ~<3

"you have no idea how long ive waited for this.." he muttered under his breath, shortly after pulling you into a loving kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back shyly, nervous of messing up your first sexual experience with Satoru. he continued to deepen the kiss, picking you up and then sitting down on the side of the bed, placing you in his lap. he grasped the bottom of your shirt, look up at you for a nod of approval to remove it. as soon as you gave him consent, he swiftly pulled your top off of you, staring at your body in pure awe. you were his definition of ethereal, beautiful, stunning and everything in between. he moved his hands from your waist up to your breasts, fondling and gently playing with them. your face was red, as you let out quiet moans caused by your boyfriend's touch. he proceeded to unhook your bra, exposing your chest completely. at first you covered them, still feeling nervous about messing up around gojo. he looked up at you and gave you a reassuring "its alright baby, its just me." you eased up and uncovered them, and satoru proceeded to play with them. "fuck baby... I just love your body so much, I wanna touch you all dayy.." he muttered.

he then flipped the two of you over. Now you were underneath him, and his slim figure towered over you. he proceeded to take his shirt off, exposing his abs and well-toned body. you couldn't help but to stare, and he found that quite amusing. "see something you like darling? hmm?" he teased you playfully. he slowly started moving his hand down your body, gently running hsi fingers against your bare skin, untill he got down to your panties. you didnt have any bottoms on, since you slept in your underwear and a tee shirt. Satoru then moved his fingers in soft little circled around your clothed clit, absolutely adoring all the noises you were making. You moaned softly, inhaling sharply and biting your bottom lip, trying to not wake up the people in the apartment next to you. Gojo then moved his hand into your panties, slipping one finger inside you while using his thumb to play with your clit some more. He went back in to kiss you, to try and muffle your moans. "come on now.. baby.. don't wanna. wake the.. neighborsss ..~" he teased you, muttering each word between kisses.

After using his fingers to loosen you up a bit more, satoru pulled down his sweats and boxers to reveal his throbbing, hard dick. He'd been waiting so so long for this, and it felt like what was happening wasn't real for the both of you. he moved the seat of your panties to the side, rubbing his tip against your entrance. you looked up at him with desperate eyes, "please satoru. I need you so bad right now.."

Satoru didn't know what about that statement turned him on so much, but the next thing you know his entire length is fully inside you. you inhale sharply and moan, trying to contain your noises. "fuck, baby... you feel so good. I can feel you tightening up around my dick." he smirks at you, amused. before you can respond, gojo starts thrusting in and out of you, his hips hitting yours in a deep, steady motion. you grip the sheets tightly, as the burning sensation quickly turns into a feeling of absolute bliss and pleasure. gojo's dick hits your g-spot multiple times and you can feel him slowly start to pick up his pace.

"uhg, I love your pussy so much...I could fuck you all day long baby.." satoru moaned out softly, watching the area between your legs become an absolute mess. "I'm close baby.. were do you want me to cum?"

"cum inside me, please.."

"huh?" satoru questioned your response "baby, are you sure? like your positive.."

you cut him off. "I'm on the pill already baby, I take it to help with cramps! please just cum inside me!" you begged and pleaded him

"whatever you please, princess." he sped up a lot, his stroke getting sloppier and sloppier with each time his hips hit yours. The room is filled with sounds coming from the two of you- moaning, slapping, heavy breathing, grunting. You both reach your climax at the same time, feeling his hot cum fill up your pussy. He pulled out, and proceeded to lay down next to you.

"fuck baby.... I love you so much, you know that right?" he tells you, out of breath. "of course baby, I love you a lot too." He swiftly gets up, putting his boxers on. "Let me clean you up honey. I made quite a mess of you~" he jokes. "I'll start a bath for you baby. Oh! and that bag you were so interested in earlier? Its filled with your favorite chocolates. I thought it would be nice to have during aftercare" he smiled at you, picking up the bag and handing it to you as you sat on the edge of the bed. Your eyes lit up as you looked down at the assortment of chocolate inside the bag, picking out a raspberry jam square. You smiled at your boyfriend as he went to go into the bathroom to start your bath

"hey satoru?"

"yes my love?" he turned his head around

"I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

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a//n: bro no joke wrote this on a whim in one night LMAOOO enjoy you guys

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So about mafia! SWK, I seriously cannot get it out of my mind that whilst the golden cudgel is an accessory, Wukong still uses it when shit gets real and he gets real pissed. Like,,, sure it's modern times and he uses guns since killing with them is quick, easy, and mostly clean,,,, but there are certain occasions that need a point to be made.

So imagine, Wukong falling for florist/baker! reader and they're already courting,,, somehow that information is leaked. A rival mafia, maybe one that's small enough to be disregarded/fly under his radar, or maybe one that's in alliance with him but hates his guts,, kidnaps the reader and holds her hostage to gain leverage against him.

Now, here's a reason why Sun Wukong isn't just the Monkey King, but also the king of the entire underground crime scene.

But maybe people have forgotten that fact and this little rule he has, it's been a couple centuries after all.

You don't mess with him.

And if you do, well, you're gonna wish he used his guns instead.

BFCAODBEQBELNQ SHUT UP! SHUT UP! EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! <-me yelling at the voices in my head I LOVE LITERALLY EVERY SECOND OF THIS

I absolutely LOVE violently protective bitches so this really made my brain go brrrr

CW for descriptions of violence, gore, and torture below!!

I just imagine him learning that the little baker he's been smitten with has been kidnapped by a small up and coming gang with dreams of toppling the Great Sage Equal to Heaven and taking the place of his gang. And that just won't fucking do.

It would seem that in the past hundred years that he's been mostly under the radar people have become rather bold. They seem to think that he's gone soft. That he's become weak. Well, he supposed they needed a little... reminder of just who the fuck he is.

"P—" sob "P-Please! Just l-let us go! Y-You'll never hear from us again. I swear!"

The ginger monkey demon raised a single gloved claw and the men and women beating the three demon leaders stopped and took a few steps back to allow the Dragonhead room to speak.

"Ooooohoho, you've really done it now~," Macaque chuckled from his spot in the corner without looking up from the game on his phone.

There was a moment of silence across the room as Wukong gently ran his ungloved fingers through your hair while you were passed out in his lap. By the time his gang had gotten there, you had been beaten to unconsciousness. Luckily, the damage wasn't too bad but you'd certainly have a few cuts and bruises—along with a nasty black eye—for a couple weeks.

"Humans are so... fragile," the Monkey King spoke in a soft voice while not taking his golden eyes off of your limp form for even a second. "I learned this a long long time ago. And because of this knowledge, I'm careful about which buttons to push and how hard to push them. Because like I said. Humans are very fragile. And if you push them too hard or too fast... they break."

Wukong carefully shifted so he could lift you bridal style without jostling you before carefully handing you to his adoptive son, MK. The young man immediately took you and left the room to get you somewhere safe to be healed.

The Great Sage reached into his pocket to put his other glove back on and watched as his heir left with you in tow before turning his attention back to the morons who dared cross him.

"But you wanna know something else I learned a long time ago?"

He approached the three demons. Looking down his nose at them while removing the cudgel from his earing.

"Everyone's fragile when compared to me."

With that being said, his staff grew to its normal length and slammed down onto the leg of the leader's righthand man, completely severing it at the knee. The weasel demon shrieked in agony as his companions looked on in horror.

Wukong then effortlessly lifted his staff and struck the demon in the head, instantly ending its misery. The other two flinched back as much as their current injuries would allow and the Dragonhead could see them both trying to grasp the concept that their friend was simply dead now.

The Monkey King flicked his staff to dispose of the some of the blood marring its surface and watched with malevolence as it splattered across the faces of the remaining two leaders.

Wukong then turned his attention to the Dragonhead of the small gang and merely lifted the cudgel and let it drop onto his skull, cutting off his scream and nearly splitting him in two down the middle.

The last executive was now openly ugly sobbing at the viscera of his fallen friends and Wukong just propped himself onto his staff and watched until the man calmed down enough for him to speak.

"Now," the Great Sage paused as he slowly shifted down into a crouch like a predator preparing to pounce on its prey, "You're probably wondering why you're the last one left."

Wukong pressed his cheek to the side of his staff as though this were a normal conversation as he waited for the other to quit sniveling and respond and once the tiger demon finally could he asked, "B-Because you're going to let me g-go?"

Wukong threw his head back as he let out a loud barking laugh. "Wow. You guys really didn't know who you were fucking with did you?" He menacingly leaned closer and the others in the room maliciously giggled at ignorance of the executive. "Allow me to enlighten you."

The monkey fiend flicked his wrist once more but this time to balance his staff on a single claw as though the mighty pillar weighed nothing more to him than a pencil.

"I am the Monkey King."

He spun the staff.

"I am the Great Sage Equal to Heaven."

He spun the staff again.

"I am THE Sun Wukong."

He let the staff fall into the palm of his leather clad hand.

"And I don't. Leave. Witnesses. I leave bodies."

The tiger demon whimpered as Wukong casually pointed the golden end of the cudgel at his chest and there was a tense moment of silence between them before Wukong pulled the staff back to him so he could lean on it once more as if nothing had happened.

"Guess again."

"I-I don't know! I swear I d-don't! H-He was the head of our gang, n-not me!" He nodded to the now deceased lion demon. "It was his decision to go after your girl!"

Wukong sighed and ran his free hand down his face. "You think I didn't know that? Ugh!" He sighed once more. "What did I expect from someone stupid enough to try and take me down," he asked himself before returning his focus to the tiger demon. "Fine. I'll make it easier for you and ask you one last question... Whose idea was it to go after my girl?"

The tiger demon's eye's widened as Wukong's golden one's narrowed. "N—" he gulped "No. You're... mistaken."

"Oh, really!?" A six eared grinning shadow poked out of the wall beside his head, peering down at the tiger in challenge.

"I—. I—."

"You—! You—!" Macaque mocked the shivering gangster. "You should just shut your mouth if you're gonna lie. I hear everything~."

Macaque's shadow then sunk back into the wall with a laugh and he stepped out back where had been previously, except this time without his phone, so he could watch the show that was about to unfold.

Wukong hummed in false contemplation before he once more held the staff over the tiger, but this time the tip of the iron rod hovered over the demon's leg. Right over the center of his thigh.

"Ya know... I understand that my stories aren't as widespread as they used to be. But—" he paused to chuckle "you'd think that if someone were to try coming after me! Then they'd at least read a fucking book, so they could grasp the kind of power I have at my disposal. For example!" The monkey tossed the staff a few feet in the air and letting it spin a couple times before flawlessly catching it just before it made contact with the tiger's leg, making the fiend flinch. "Did you know that this staff of mine roughly weighs a little over eight tons? Do you have any idea the kind of damage something like this would do from simply falling on you?"

He glanced to the crumpled remains of the tiger's leaders and the tiger's gaze followed.

"That's why I did that. To give you a taste of what's to come for you."

And with that, Wukong slowly let the staff slip down and watched in sickening glee as it sunk into the tiger's flesh like butter.

Holy shit this ended up way fucking longer than I meant for it to be but dats fine it just kinda took a hot minute lol

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Team Pt.1- Ensemble & @/crystalkat6747 OCs

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Recovery date: May 4th, 2024

Description: Hello I just got an idea from rewatching the Xianzhou quests, what if my OC's, Kesshou and Kakeru arrived on the Loufu, the specific time when they arrive would be after the abundance deer was defeated but just before Phantylia revealed herself, Kesshou was originally going to visit the Loufu to visit someone very important to her, but when Kakeru received word of the stellaron he decided to go there as well because he already close to the Loufu, and the two of them meet up with Tingyun, the trailblazer, March, and Welt Yang when they got to the alchemy commission. Most believe that Ali's were extinct and the few that did were sworn to secrecy, luckily since Ali's can conceal their wings they can somewhat pass as normal humans.

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with @crystalkat6747, we thank them for their contributions. If you want more information on these characters there's this post on Kesshou and this one on Kakeru, but you should be good to read without them.

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Kesshou leaned over her cousin’s shoulder as he brought the ship down into Cloudford.

Her eyes darted across the approaching landscape. There were cloud knights patrolling and mara-struck corpses strewn about, along with thick branches and smatterings of golden leaves. It looked like a wreck.

She straightened up and pointed to a spot a bit away.

“There’s Yanqing,” a sense of urgency saturated her tone.

“I see him. Go wait in the back, I will be there in a moment.”

She steadies herself against the wall as the ship shudders upon landing, squinting at the harsh sunlight that pours in when the door hisses open. With her free hand shielding her eyes, she can make out Yanqing waving at her as he stares behind her. The door barely finished its descent to a ramp when Kakeru strode past her, leaving her to follow on his heels.

He may no longer be the heir, and it may be proper for him to be following her as the current heir, but old habits die hard.

Yanqing greeted them both before leading them towards a starskiff, his pace was brisk, and taking them to the Alchemy commission.

“What happened here?” Kakeru asked, face set in a stern expression.

Kesshou and he were sat across from the Lieutenant, their royal upbringing obvious in the way they held themselves.

“There was an incident with a stelleron and the Ambrosial Arbor, the crew of the Astral Express is helping us handle it.”

“Why did you not ask us for aid?” Kesshou pressed, concern written across her face. “I, at least, could have come.”

Yanqing shook his head, turning to look out the window. The cousins followed his gaze to see the lingering glow around the still blooming Ambrosial Arbor. It would be a lovely sight if they didn’t know what it did, what it was. An embodiment of the abundance, and the curse placed on the people of the Xianzhou alliance.

Kesshou swore that in her reign she would repay the alliance for all they’d done for her people, her kind. She swore she would try and lessen their suffering, be it by finding a way to help with mara or remove their curse of longevity all together. And yet they wouldn’t even call her for something like this.

“The General only asked for their help because they were already looking for the stelleron,” Yanqing said, seeming to catch on to her thoughts. “I’m sure he would have called you if they weren’t here.”

His eyes drifted to Kakeru as he finished, though the other man was still staring down below.

A great warrior, though perhaps his teacher was rubbing off on him.

The starskiff slowly came to a halt and opened up. Yanqing waved them out and followed, directing them towards the meeting point.

Madam Yukong had been the one to hail them upon entry. At first she had simply tried to send them away, citing internal matters that prevented them from accepting visitors for the time being, but once they’d identified themselves she’d sent for Yanqing to pick them up. He’d been on patrol in the area.

Kesshou had been on her way to the Luofu to visit and run into Kakeru on a planet nearby– her ship was in desperate need of repairs and so she’d been forced to travel with merchants. He’d informed her of a transmission from the IPC he’d caught about the recent situation, and offered to let her catch a ride. That was how they’d arrived here, together, despite being on two very different paths of exploration.

One of them was on a mission to find his father, and the other was on a mission of betterment for her people. Somehow their paths always seemed to lead them back together, back to the Luofu.

The three soon met up with Fu Xuan, who dismissed Yanqing and took the two Ali the rest of the way.

Something in the air made their wings bristle, but Fu Xuan only promised to explain once they met up with the Trailblazers.

Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long.

“Master diviner, you’re back!” A knight greeted the three as they entered the makeshift camp.

The greeting caught the attention of who must have been the Trailblazers as they didn’t look familiar. One face, however, was familiar.

“Tingyun,” Kesshou greeted the Amicassador.

Tingyun looked towards her instantly at the sound of her name, though there was a lack of recognition in her eyes. She did not light up instantly like normal, only smiling and waving once Kesshou’s face twisted slightly.

Where she might expect a twisting feeling in her chest, Kesshou instead found the crystals of her wings prickling.

“Wow,” a pink haired girl gaped in awe, “Ali? I didn’t think there were any still around!” An older man with a cane next to her cleared his throat. “Sorry.”

Fu Xuan ignored all of it.

“I have kept you waiting, but the deceit of the Disciples is laid bare to me now.”

The Trailblazers were just as out of the loop as the two Ali, something they were grateful for as it forced the master diviner to explain everything. They were caught up on the Sanctus Medicus and the happenings with the Ambrosial Arbor before the pink haired girl took a stand about doing the Luofu’s dirty work.

“The Cloud Knights assault was to demonstrate our power to the enemy head-on… now it is time for the unexpected. Please, come with me.”

She led them towards a spot overlooking the Elixir Crucible, explaining that the Disciples were using it to disperse smoke that caused the Xianzhou natives to lose themselves to the mara. 

As Fu Xuan spoke, Kesshou slowed her pace and fell into step with Tingyun. She leaned in slightly and dropped her voice to a whisper so as not to disrupt the others.

“Are you alright?”

Tingyun turned to her with a gentle smile.

“A little tired, but my dear benefactors have been excellent bodyguards.”

There was something off about Tingyun, something Kesshou couldn’t quite put her finger on. Whatever it was made her wings bristle, and Kakeru was clearly picking up on it as he kept throwing glances at her.

“It seems we’ll have to reschedule our plans.”

Something in Tingyun’s eyes seemed to glint as she replied, “yes, we will.”

“Caelus, Mr.Yang, what do you think?” March 7th asked.

“We will join you,” Kakeru said before they could answer. “You would not be handling this alone.”

That seemed to make her perk up a bit, and ease any hesitance the other two had as well. As the Trailblazer’s discussed their answer, he turned to Kesshou for her answer and received a nod. He was confident he knew the answer anyway.

The group set out towards the Crucible and quickly handled the smoke.

“That arrow of yours is remarkable,” Kakeru commented as they dispelled the last bit of smoke. “It is not too dissimilar from my daggers.”

“Thank you!” March chirped. “Your daggers are pretty cool too, and that thing you did where you flew up and then zapped that one guy, so cool!”

A small smile crossed his face and he nodded. “Thank you.”

“Making friends I see,” Kesshou hummed.

Though the light hearted mood quickly vanished as they approached the main Crucible and spotted the leader of the Sanctus Medicus. Kesshou’s wings flared out, wrapping everyone in a shield as she raised her sword and Kakeru redrew his daggers.

The fight was… too easy, even with the master diviner’s help.

Something was still horribly wrong.

“The Ambrosial Arbor’s descent… will bring us undying bodies…” The leader groaned, struggling to her feet. Her words earned varying responses from the group ranging from disgust to annoyance. “The one who gave us the Stelleron… said that…”

That piqued their interests and put them back on their guards. There was definitely another attack coming. They just didn’t expect it to come from behind them.

The woman’s ramblings trailed off as she pleaded for her master’s aid, every word putting them more and more on edge. 

“Tsk, tsk,” Tingyun’s voice cut through the tension, only Kesshou pulled her eyes off the enemy to look back, “little pawn, must you force me to intervene directly?” She shrugged. “I’m loath to flout my philosophy of destruction. Never mind.” She crossed her arms and let her gaze rest on the back of the Master Diviner. “It would seem the time has come for other means of dismantling the Xinazhou from within…”

Her heels clicked against the stone ground, echoing through the tension. She brushed against Kesshou, sending her a wink.

“Tingyun!” Kesshou yelled, dashing forward and sliding to her knees as the Foxian collapsed. The sickening crack of her neck echoed through the Ali’s head as she pulled her head into her lap.

“Benefactors… allow me to reintroduce myself…”

Kesshou was yanked back by Caelus, and she stumbled to her feet behind him. She drew her sword and brought up shields around everyone once again as monsters from the anti-matter legion appeared from nowhere.

“I am Lord Ravager Phantylia.”

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 574, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

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“One, two, three, four!”

An off key rendition of Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare All) began to wail from the speakers, making me giggle as I was helping Peter get situated with the triplets in their cradleboard back papoose.

The girls were onstage- Elizabeth on bass, Katie on electric guitar, Aria on keyboards and Evie on drums- just rocking out and clearly having the times of their lives.

“BLACK BLACK BLACK BLACK NUMBER ONE!” chanted the audience, clearly enjoying the off key opening act as everyone rocked out. “BLACK BLACK BLACK BLACK NUMBER ONE!”

Evie suddenly screamed, dropping her drumsticks and clutching at an eye. Peter automatically left me, rushing onstage to sweep her into his arms and whisk her offstage. I automatically knew what had happened- Johnny’s drumstick had yeed its last haw and had shattered, some of the partials getting in her eyes.

“I think her eye needs to be flushed,” Josh told me. “I can check with the paramedics on scene and see if they have an eye wash cup.”

Little girl was toddling all around the backstage area in her electric green leg braces and Baby Tommy holding onto one hand and Baby Eve the other hand. The trio were busy scampering about, getting into baby mischief and looking utterly adorable in their bitty sized Type O Negative band t-shirts.

“Black black black black numbee one!” babbled little girl as she led the other two babies all over the backstage area, bringing sunshine and cheer with them.

“OH MY GOD IT’S THE TRIPLETS!” screamed someone before everyone just went absolutely bananas.

“Thank you everyone!” And with that, Peter tore into the first song of the night- Black No 1. (Little Miss Scare All)

“Mama We Wen?”

I turned and smiled at little girl.

“Uppie up ups?” she meeped, her arms outstretched as she made her demand clear as day. I quickly scooped her up and perched her onto a speaker, letting her cling to me in a loving hug. The bubbly four year old child would be entering kindergarten the next school year, and had grown to be such a big girl- even though she still looked like she was about three year old, she still amazed me with her sentence structure and ability to retain information. She wasn’t saying fuk as often as she was when she was little (much to Peter’s relief)

“Mommy’s little girl isn’t so little anymore!” I bemoaned. “Little girl, you are growing into a big girl!”

True in more ways than I would care to admit, she was now at a weight that tiny boned me couldn’t comfortably lift up. I could do it in a pinch, but she just weighed too much. Baby Tommy had long since surpassed his big sister in weight and Baby Eve was getting there in size. Luckily for me, Peter was always more than happy to pick up the babies and carry them around, acting very much like the beefy studmuffin that was one Peter Thomas Ratajczyk.

I lifted little girl off from the speaker and the both of us went to the band’s shared backstage room, where Evie was resting on the couch, her head in Aria’s lap and her shoes having been moved and set off to the side against the wall. Katie was brushing Jing’s hair and Elizabeth was reading a book on forensic sciences. Baby Tommy and Baby Eve were both sitting next to their big sisters, their baby dollies in hand as they both babbled out little stories.

“Hey kids!” I announced myself, Elizabeth frowning as she exchanged her book for her phone.

“MOMMY!” she screeched all of a sudden, leaping out and racing over to trust her phone up against my nose.

Hello Elizabeth! my name is Cara, and I am the head of marketing here at the American Girl company! I am reaching out on behalf of the company to ask you if we could model our 2028 Girl of the Year© doll after you. please respond to this message at your earliest convenience.

“Mommy, can I be an American Girl dollie?” she demanded, jumping up and down. “Pretty pretty please?”

“Can we wait until tomorrow to discuss it?” I asked her, brushing my thumb along her naked brow line. “Your father needs to agree too.”

“Can Katie be a doll too please?” Elizabeth begged. “Please please please please?”

“We need to wait until your father and I both have a chance to talk about it!” I told her in a firm voice. “We can talk about it tomorrow, okay? When we get home again, your father is going to want to go straight to bed!”

“Alright!” she agreed happily, going over to whisper to Katie, the two girls giggling quietly together.

“Mama Wen Wen?” little girl asked me just then, toddling up to me. “Meseies wantsie drinkie drink?”

“Is apple juice okay with you little girl?” I asked her as I peered into the small refrigerator. I plucked out a bottle, shutting the door with my hip and then having the happy little child take a seat before handing her the bottle. “Be careful now little girl!”

“Hey sweetheart!” Peter greeted me just then, stooping down in near half to avoid clipping his head on the doorframe. “I have an interview that I’m doing in a second. Do the kids want to be here when Louie Bluefield comes in?”

I chuckled as the kids automatically clung to the Ratajczyk patriarch, getting a rumbling chuckle out of him as he took a seat on the couch and was swarmed with by love in the form of cuddles and hugs.

“Well then, I guess the kids had spoken.”

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Breaking And Entering: Electric Boogaloo A Sequel To First Meeting

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~We Have Such Sights To Show You!~

Rosaria is extremely confused about why you, a kind and respectable person with a good job and a kind heart would have a crush on HER of all people, someone who is as rude, crass, and strange as her someone who is… broken goods.

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“Stop pacing Rosaria you’re going to burn a hole into the carpet” Barbra told Rosaria in an attempt to placate her.

Rosaria promptly ignores this and continues to wear a hole in the probably very expensive carpet.

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Why, why, why, why? Why would someone like you have a crush on someone like her!

She needs to find out!

She WILL find out!

Directly from the source!

So you know what time it is right?

Breaking and entering along with looking through your private possessions: electric boogaloo

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“It’s decided” Rosaria stated to herself.

“What is?” Barbra asked, already deeply concerned with where this is going.

“I’m going to break into their house… again” Rosaria said as she opened the window.

“Rosaria nO!” Barbra yelled as Rosaria hopped out the window.

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Rosaria made a beeline for your house over the roofs of Mondstadt with a thousand questions in her mind.

Most importantly when and why.

When and Why did you develop a crush on her.

Well either way she is going to find out.

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Rosaria easily broke into your home while you were out for the day and immediately set to work.

The first thing she did was flip through the journal from last time but that left her with nothing besides the information that this was your tenth journal. 

So Rosaria did the natural thing and read through the nine other journals starting with the first. Inside of the first the handwriting was barely legible but she could luckily still read it.

The first passage that mentioned her read “Grandmaster Varka brought a girl who looked the same age as me back to Mondstadt. She looked sad. I tried talking to her. She was rude. I don’t like her all that much. Her name is Rosaria”

Rosaria vaguely recalled you attempting to talk to her and make a few horrible jokes to make her laugh and give her some Sweet Madame, Rosaria also recalled that she made several rude remarks to you for your trouble.

The next passage that mentioned her still had atrocious handwriting and read “I saw Rosaria tonight. She was feeding the Cats. She looked very pretty! 

How late do you stay up!? She only feeds the cats when it's very late or… early, AND PRETTY! No one has ever called her pretty, a bitch sure, but PRETTY!

The final passage that mentioned her had a drawing of a small familiar stone.

The same stone that she has above her heart right now.

FUCK!

“SO YOU WERE THE ONE TO GIVE IT TO ME ON WINDLUME ALL THOSE YEARS AGO DURING THE BLIND GIFT EXCHANGE VARKA SUCKERED ME INTO!” Rosaria screamed in her head.

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As she continued to read entries in your journals she realized you were a large part of your life and her apart yours.

Almost like a pair of dancers who never touch twirling around the streets and plains in this land of freedom.

…

Wait a goddamn minute.

If she has your blind Windblume gift… that means…

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Rosaria whipped around and scanned your room for the Item she had hoped to never see again.

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And yup.

There it was.

A small lopsided sculpture made of wood depicting the legendary creature known only as rabbit, in the old times it was feared for its destructive power and love for carrots.

And for the first time In her LIFE Rosaria blushed

The next thing she saw however was you.

Standing in the doorway.

Looking at her

Fuck

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Part Two DONE! GOD I really hope that part three comes to me a bit easier.

In Other News

I haven't been able to carve out the time I need to go through sumeru but if I'm lucky I'll have time this weekend if I do you guys can start sending me requests for those characters!

[mousies-fanfic]

My sweetheart

CW: omegaverse trope, its all fluff based, anxiety attack, abandonment issues, like 2 whole swear words.

Alpha Bucky x Omega Loki

summary: Bucky left the tower, while Loki was sleeping, to get some food for when Loki woke up. Without leaving a note informing Loki of his where abouts. Loki has a meltdown thinking Bucky has abandoned him, so Friday alerts Bucky of his Omega’s distress.

word count: 360

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Stupid, stupid fucking traffic. Just had to be bad when I needed to get back to my Omega. They were in distress, I knew I shouldn’t have left while they were still sleeping. Luckily Friday warned me so I would get back quicker.

I just thought they would like to wake up to a cooked, candlelit dinner and some flowers. Loki was probably thinking I abandoned them, I was desperate to get back. Desperate to comfort my Omega. I could feel the anger inside me bubble as the traffic didn’t move. 

“Fuck this, I’m running the extra 3 blocks. Thanks, Happy.” I thanked the beta driver as I tipped him largely, before sprinting the rest of the way home. I burst through the main doors of the tower and to the elevator. Friday took me to mine and Loki’s floor instantly, without me even saying a word. It didn’t take long for me to get up there.

“Omega! Omega I’m here. Where are you?!” I shouted into our space. I heard Loki’s bare feet padding towards me at a quick pace.

“A-Alpha. Is it really you?” He stood at the top of the hallway, cheeks damp from old tears and new ones threatening to spill. I could feel and smell his anxiety from where I was standing.

“Yeah sweetheart, it’s really me.”I spoke softly, I didn’t move from my spot, I didn’t want to spook them further. I opened my arms, inviting them to come for a hug.Loki dropped their stuffie and ran to me, collapsing in my arms.

Loki’s sobs racked their already shaking body. I held their body weight easily as I lowered us both to the floor. My heart was breaking seeing my Omega like this. I would give them anything to make them feel better again.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I shouldn't have left while you were still asleep.” I apologised, crooning to give Loki extra comfort. “I’m never going to abandon you doll, ever.”

“P-promise?” Loki managed out between choked sobs. I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“I promise” I whispered back, drying their tears with the pads of my thumbs.

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The Last of Us Ep 1

The much anticipated HBO show, The Last of Us, based on the PlayStation game by Naughty Dog, finally premiered last week. The game enjoyed by millions world wide has put this show in the spotlight long before it aired, bringing in big names like Pedro Pascal and Bella Ramsey to take on the leads, as these beloved characters, Joel Miller and Ellie Williams respectfully. Now this is not an opinion piece on casting choices, both actors have impressive roles behind their belts, and the acting in this episode will be talked about later. Going forward there will be spoilers for episode 1 of the HBO show, and this warning also goes for those who have played the game but have not seen the show yet. Here are three reasons why HBO’s The Last of Us is shaping to not only be the best video game adaption, but a solid show that can stand on its own.

When talking about video game adaptations, think The Witcher or Resident Evil, a big complaint from fans has always been a lack of following the source material. Now this is a common occurrence when any media is translated to a movie or T.V show, and yes some information has to be cut just due to formatting, but video game fans have been screwed over time and time again. When given such great material to work with, viewers and fans are often left wondering, “How the hell did you mess this up?” Luckily, that is not something that original fans of The Last of Us have to fear. When watching the first episodes, long-time fans can see the characters and game play come to life. There are shot for shot, line for line scenes coming straight from the game. And for new fans the suspense is built up gradually, the opening panel- a new original scene for the show, sets up the idea of a pandemic, a fungal pandemic. I know, the topic of pandemic may seem over done, but this reminder that we as humans are vulnerable to any kind of large moving sickness is something we should keep in our minds. Slowly the main characters are introduced, Sarah, beloved daughter of Joel and by fans, gets more depth added to her while sticking to her iconic scenes. The car scene, game fans know this exact scene, feels as if you are back in the game playing. Now with all of it’s faithfulness, the show does take creative liberty with certain scenes and moments. The opening scene, all the additional moments between Sarah and Joel and Tommy, adding higher stakes to the escape scenes. HBO is creating a fine balance between respecting the source material and fans, and creating and giving long-time fans something new and exciting to digest.

Now none of these scenes, original or new, would be as impactful without the amazing cast behind these characters. From well known names such as Pedro Pascal (Joel) and Bella Ramsey (Ellie), to newer faces like Nico Parker (Sarah). Every action packed moment, heartfelt goodbye, or intense fear that viewers can practically feel themselves, would not be possible without the stunning performances by this entire cast. Nico Parker was absolutely stunning to watch. Her role, while limited, was absolutely carried by her acting. Sarah, while being a fan favorite, is very limited in her time in the game. The beginning of the episode creates more moments, more daily life between Sarah and her family, a chance to really see who she was, and Parker delivers such a sincere, honest portrayal of her. Sarah’s love for her father can be felt through the screen, along with her fear, which adds to the ever mounting suspense that keeps all viewers on the edge of their seats. Pedro Pascal, a well known father figure already with his character The Mandalorian, has uncanny chemistry with both Parker and Ramsey. While only one is actually his daughter, at least in this first episode, the bantering between him and Ramsey carries over what fans fell in love with in Ellie and Joel’s relationship in the first place. Bella Ramsey, our Ellie, executes Ellie’s humor, a titular aspect of her character, in such a perfect way it truly is as if Ellie has come to life on screen. Truly what all these actors, from Anna Torv (Tess) and Gabriel Luna (Tommy), bring to the screen is something to behold. Impactful acting for a story that holds so much weight to so many. This project is being handled with so much care.

Finally, the soundtrack. Once again, The Last of Us’ soundtrack is being handled by Gustavo Santaolalla. Original fans of the game will recognize the iconic opening credits of the show, along with hearing the chords from the original theme, aptly titled ‘The Last of Us’. Now this is a song that fans would be able to recognize anywhere. Once again the creators are relying on the source material and in doing so, shows respect to the characters, world and audiences. Music is not only important for the audience but to some of the characters themselves. We learn that Joel operates his smuggling business by using a radio. 60’s means nothing in, 70’s for new stock, and 80’s for X. Now what does the X mean? Ellie along with viewers wonder, and in no time Ellie is able to “crack” Joel’s code. She gathers by his reaction after saying the radio turned on playing a Wham song, that 80’s must mean trouble. Now the end song playing out over the end scene as our characters have just made their daring escape is none other than Despche Mode’s “Never Let Me Down Again”, released in 1987. And what did we just learn that the 80’s meant? Trouble, and for those of us who have played the game, we know these characters are never far from it.

All in all, this is the most well done and thought out adaptation possibly to date. Riding off of high expectations, HBO’s The Last of US is exceeding most of them. Truly looking forward to the new twists they will add to an already incredible storyline, the show stopping acting, and listening for any new clues that this soundtrack can give us. Shockingly, or maybe not, this episode get’s a 5/5 and I can not wait to see if the rest of the series lives up to this groundbreaking first episode.

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