#that your husband will cheat on you or abuse you or kick you out?

[depresseddepot]

rewatching my mister. park dong hoon investigating his wife's affair and becoming more and more panicked and confused is so hard to watch

[trinimalfoyyy]

Father Malfoy- a D.M. SMUT

Synopsis: Father Malfoy shows you what biblical duties truly mean when he finds out about your engagement

Warnings: 18+ (abusive relationship, praise kink, domination, derogatory names + language, unprotected sex, cheating, restraining, power play?) religious themes

PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS INSPIRED BY ANOTHER FIC ON A03 SO INSPIRATION/SIMILARITY COMES FROM THEM <3 (@Cuntoid so give them some love)

A/N: I’m backkk my little devils ;))

“It won’t change anything.”

You stare at the ground, kicking your foot in an anxious manner. Absentmindedly chewing on your fingernails as you try very hard to avoid eye contact with the person in front of you. The words repeatedly stuck in your head made you furrow your eyebrows.

“It could change a lot.”

You hear no response and take it to finally break the long eye contact with the ground to stare into his cold, lifeless, grey orbs. He’s sitting back in his chair, leg crossed onto the other yet they are still spread apart enough to see his body. One hand covers his mouth and he stares back at you hardly even blinking.

“A ring won’t undo your sins, let alone playing pretend as his wife won’t make you any less of a whore.”

The sun peeks through the curtains and lands upon the diamond ring that envelops your finger. His eyes trail down towards the ring, and you can see his jaw tense and his eyes grow in fever. Your eyes follow his to the same destination. The rainbow shadows dance along the room, and a prism of light hits his eyes just right.

"Isn't jealousy a sin, Father?"

He scoffs aloud, breaking your trance from the ring and back into his familiar eyes. "What could I possibly be jealous of? That ring may show onlookers you are claimed, but how are you even claimed? Mentally? Hardly. Spiritually?" He pauses, and the sound of your heart thumps so loud it makes the hairs on your body sit upright. "I know you aren't claimed physically, for what you wear when you visit me states otherwise doesn't it?"

You shift in your seat, not because you are nervous, no, because you know he's right. The skirts and dresses you wear make it more accessible for him. However, recently, the length begs the question of how accessible you want it to be.

He straightens his posture, folds his hands on the desk, and awaits your rebuttal, knowing it is in vain.

"I love him."

" I never said you didn't love him. I'm simply stating your sins and how they contribute to making you a whore."

You suck in a breath and try to rack that brain of a way to respond to him but to no avail. You come up with no words and soon the real anxiety sets in.

He slowly gets up and rounds his desk, stopping next to you before kneeling. Even on one knee, his figure looms over you, powers over you. His long fingers mindless dance upon your arm as his eyes reach deep into yours.

"You sound jealous...incredibly jealous."

"Yet, you come here and seek refugee in my warmth. Find ways to pay for your sins. To worship me. I know what you need, and your soon-to-be husband won't ever know you like I do."

He licks his lips and shows his canines--causing you to grip the chair. His eyes dip down to watch your motions before slowly reaching your eyes again. His hot breath tickles your arms, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"If you were some unimportant whore from the streets, I'd congratulate you. But I've tasted...felt how your warm flesh sends me an invitation to my own demise."

The hand that laid beside him now creeps upon your thigh, making you spread your legs all without breaking focus. You suck a moan when his slender fingers reach your entrance to rub a delicious movement against your bare core but it never reaches where you wish it would. He’s teasing you, showing you how he owns you through simple games.

"Does his touch affect you so? Does a simple touch from him make you spread your legs? Does it?" You nod a no weakly, and his eyes swirl with pride. Your hand grips the chair even harder, and his teeth come into contact with your plush thighs. Nail indents would be left over from how hard his nails dug into you. Claiming you. Marking you up for him. Only him.

His hot tongue draws circles in the inner of your thighs. Right now, your heart is felt between your legs, and your mouth is watered from the attention you are receiving. You yelp as his teeth nip and bite, leaving hard marks just to go over them with his tongue.

You could feel how wet you were and almost taste it in your mouth. The smell flooded the room as his head neared your aching entrance. Butterflies filled your stomach so that your toes could curl. With little strength, you call out his name.

"F-Father."

His name was so breathy it hardly was heard. It was a mere whisper, yet it tore his actions to a halt as he looked up through his lids.

"Get up."

His voice echoed in your head as his warmth left your cold body. He waited for you to listen to him, and with shaky legs you stood up just like he asked. His nails dig shape as he pulls you around the desk, grabbing the back of your hair to drop you down.

The cold wood made your feverous body shiver as your hands scrambled to find something to hold onto. You swear you could feel the wood vibrate from how fast your heart was thumping. Cold fingers touched your waist and made you shiver from the sensation.

Suddenly you feel thankful to be at the desk and to have something hold your weak body up. "Does he ever take you on furniture or is the bed the only salvation you have encountered?"

"He...He wants to save it till marriage."

A hum followed by a pause. Another pause passes before he answers you.

"He hasn't even taken a bite out of the forbidden fruit? But, instead, he awaits it like a present wrapped in a neat little bow? Does he know I have tasted your nectar or that you aren't as innocent as you claim?"

"He doesn't know, Draco."

A harsh pull of your hair has you choking on air as he pulls your head back to the point of snapping it. His face nears yours as he growls in your ear.

"You will call me by my rightful name!"

His once cool grey eyes have daggers embedded deep within as he stares you down. Tears blur your vision as you try to answer the man but all words become gargled. Instead, you let out a whimper to signal how sorry you were to disrespect him.

His warm tongue darts from behind his canines and he licks a strip up your jugular. His other hand reaches down your dress to twist your now rock-hard nipple. A moan escapes your throat and his iron-clad grip slowly lets go of your hair.

"Apologize for your mistake slut."

"I'm-I'm sorry Father..."

A finger dances along your spine and reaches your dress before he hikes the material high enough to show him what he wants to see. Your fingers grip the desk harder in anticipation of what is to come next.

"No panties underneath? My my what a true common whore you really are!"

A brush against your now-exposed entrance has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Rubbing through your folds, he groans at the sight of what truly wet with desire you are. A gasp and an arch in the back as his finger enters till his cold ring reaches your hole.

"Fuck...so wet for me aren't you?"

You nod so quick that your brain can't register what he actually said. The feeling was too good--the pumping action builds a band inside of you. Just a little more and it would break.

But the feeling stops suddenly as you clench around nothing. A pout reaches your features but turns back into pleasure at the sound of a belt.

His belt buckle snaps with such a delicious sound you swear you can feel it. A tap is felt on one of your cheeks and you spread your legs farther without a word even being said.

"Good girl...beg me for it."

"Please, Father! Please! Plea-oh!"

A quick slam of his thick cock has your pelvis squashed up against the wood in a painful movement. He sets out a quick pace, one that has you moaning and babbling incoherent words. Sharp quick thrusts soon turn into pleasure as your body shapes around him perfectly.

"Look at how quick your body adjusted for me. Only I can make your body twitch and shake. Let me make you mine. Let me fill you up completely."

His groans intertwine with your moans as his hand finds your neck and squeezes it. This makes you clench around him and you hear a sharp intake of air enter his lips.

His grip falters on your neck but he makes up for it by shoving his fingers deep in your mouth. His fingers fill up your mouth as much as his cock does. Salvia drips down into a puddle on the desk.

The hand on your waist is so tight you know a bruise will develop later. You could care less in fact, with the way his cock brushing your stomach makes you feel drunk. His thrusts become more erratic and that shakes the desk. He chases after his own high and could feel how close you were getting to yours.

He stops his motions and snatches his fingers from your warm mouth. His hands grip your sides and flip you on your back. You scream out as his cock slams back into you. You watch the sweat drip from his forehead as he ruts so hard.

The grip around your neck is back but much greater. You can hardly breathe and spots line your vision.

"Tell me how good it feels."

You babble words and sounds as you can feel the band starting to break. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your legs shake with intensity.

"Yes, milk my cock! Let me fill that womb and see how fruitful you are in return."

Tears form in the corner of your eyes as his thrusts hit your now sensitive body. His thumb enters your mouth and he moans as you take in it.

Soon his thrusts become sloppy and you know how close he is. His eyebrows furrow together and his head is thrown back as he shoots white thick ropes inside your gummy walls.

His cock twitches as he rides his high, slowing down in the process. He slowly takes out his white-painted member before getting back dressed. He remains his composure and looks as if he didn't commit a sin just now. He looks back at you and then down to see his efforts drip down onto the desk.

He scoops it back up before plugging your hole with his fingers. You look up at him confused.

"We wouldn't want my efforts to just end up on the desk. No, it must stay inside you." He hums in agreement.

"What would your husband think if you were to get pregnant from my seed?" You look at him through half-lidded eyes too tired to even move.

"Would he be mad? Pissed? Surprised even?" Tears prick your eyes as you listen to him talk.

"Don't cry little dove. I have big plans for you. Very big indeed."

NFSW MASTERLIST

@orphixcc @aadoreeleanorr @his-princess01122014 @burnin-passion @superanimenatural @slytherinhoeperiodt @kinkyslytherinstuff @youreso-golden @dracosbaibe @realityblocked @saystime @agalswrittingobsession @bamb0lina-sffv @justfangirlthingies @louweasleymalfoy @erenjaegerswh0r3 @marrymetheonott @worksby-gabriella @willowmores @audrienfortuno

[anabdaniels]

The time for being sad is over

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female reader

Summary: Convinced that there's no better future for you, Jack turns out to be your light in a life of darkness.

Word counting: 2.5k

Rating: +18

Warnings: Mentions of domestic violence and abusive relationships, cheating, mentions of sex.

Divider from: @saradika-graphics

Masterlist

Silently in front of the kitchen window, you observed Charles leaving the house before focusing again on the breakfast dishes on the sink. Just another usual boring Monday, doing dishes, collecting your husband’s clothes thrown around the house, making a grocery list, cooking something for dinner, and hoping that Charles’ day at work would be good enough for him to not turn the way you chopped the vegetables into a reason to start a bickering.

Most times, you would end up getting distracted by the house chores, but that was one of those days when you simply couldn’t focus on anything other than your insistent thoughts. Before the middle of the morning, you gave up on trying to do anything and grabbed your phone, telling yourself that you would just scroll some random videos on TikTok to distract your mind, but your finger was already touching the messages app and opening that specific conversation.

Not even ten messages were exchanged and you were already feeling the butterflies on your stomach, waiting anxiously and unconsciously walking around the house. The moment you heard the doorbell, you ran to the front door to open it, not giving the man in front of you time to think before you pulled him inside the house and slammed the door closed as you sank between his arms and kissed him.

All that caught Jack off guard. He was used to your warm welcomes, but you didn’t used to be so straight to business like that, what didn’t prevent him from wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you deeply, smirking against your lips when he saw himself stuck between your body and the wall, taking a look of your face when you leaned back to catch your breath.

“Not ever a good morning, sugar?” Jack teased rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“We both know that our chats work better after sex.” You said with a playful tone, making him chuckle and grab you in his arms, carrying you bridal style to the bedroom.

“I can’t with you sometimes.” He joked kissing the tip of your nose while kicking the bedroom door closed. Carefully, Jack placed you on the bed, leaning over you and resting his hands on the mattress, taking a moment to look at you with a wide smile, still not believing how such a beautiful woman had given him a chance. “You’re the prettiest lil’ thing in this world, sweetie.” You could feel the burning moving up your cheeks and you wanted so badly to look away, but at the same time, his big brown eyes were the most recomforting thing you could ask for.

“You don’t miss a chance to be flirty.” You chuckled and shook your head.

“I was serious about planning to steal you from that asshole.” He raised both eyebrows softly, approaching his face from yours, letting his lips hover next to your mouth.

“A wink of yours and I leave without looking behind.” Despite the joking tone, you meant it; if Jack ever decided to take you away, he’d need no effort to realize such prowess.

With that cocky grin you loved so much, he leaned to kiss you, letting the weight of his body subtly fall over yours, taking a content sight of you. Allowing your brain to turn off its rational thoughts, you hooked your arms around his neck and followed the moment, wondering what would be his next move.

Realizing instantly what you needed, Jack moved further, caressing the sides of your body while kissing you slowly, savoring every crumb of the moment as he felt you melting so graciously under his touch.

And it wasn’t doing any good to your composure.

You were more than conscious that your relationship with Jack was wrong from one end to the other; yes, you shouldn’t have started to flirt with him while being married, you should’ve dismissed him since the first moment, you should’ve gotten divorced long ago. You knew all of that, but the things weren’t that simple.

If it was such a big mistake, why did it always feel so right?

You used to be convinced that something was wrong with your libido, until the first time you were with Jack and he left you boneless on the bed, wondering how you would live without the feeling of every inch of him filling your body. You were sure that sex wasn’t a big deal until you realized that three of Jack’s fingers were enough to make you contort, get noisy, and wet everything around. You believed firmly that there wasn’t such an appreciation feeling as you have read in some books, until you felt like the most beautiful woman in the world while having Jack on his knees in front of you, holding your hips and planting kisses on your skin while mumbling and whispering how you looked like the most breathtaking thing he had ever seen.

You were convicted that you would never know how it felt to truly and deeply love and desire someone until you realized that you felt exactly like that about Jack.

The most you felt his hands sneaking under your clothes and taking them off, the most your miserable life and aggressive husband seemed to be a simple nightmare. At each move of Jack’s body over yours, you felt more at ease and relaxed, as if your stress levels had never been at that height. Every time Jack took a moment to look deep into your eyes with so much passion you finally got to understand how it felt to be truly desired and appreciated. When he moved to cuddle you after sex, you got a comforting reminder of how good it was to be treated as a human being and not only as a tool to someone to relieve himself.

“You’ll tell me what’s going on, sugar?” Jack questioned while caressing your hair. You frowned and looked up at him.

“You mean?” you asked trying to pretend you didn’t know exactly what was the matter.

“C’mon, darlin’. It’s stamped in your face that something is wrong.” Despite de insistence, his voice was gentle.

“I suppose I’m just tired these days, nothing serious.” You forced a smile and shifted slightly to rest better on his chest. Jack was about to give up on asking, realizing that you didn’t want to talk about it if it wasn’t for what he saw as you moved and the sheet uncovered a part of your lower back. For a second, he questioned himself if he could’ve gotten distracted to the point of grope you way too hard to leave a bruise like that, but it wasn’t a possibility; he had kept you comfortably lying on your back the whole time and his hands busy with other parts of you, and even on the times things got rougher between the two of you, the most Jack would ever mark you would be a slight love bite in your shoulder or butt or an almost imperceptible mark on the soft flesh of your hips. That had surely come from someone else, and he hoped for it to not be what he thought.

“What’s that?” he asked the calmest he could, moving the sheet further to see how bad it was. You froze as you realized what he was asking about, wondering how you could have forgotten about it.

“I… I was… playing with my dog, he was running around and his head hit me.” You hoped your dubious answer in a vacillating voice would suffice, but the chances were low.

“We both know better than this. My hyperactive Bernese never gave me a bruise like this, you expect me to believe that your beagle did this?” despite his total disbelief, Jack kept his calm manner, aware that making a scene wouldn’t make you talk.

“Believe what you want.” You answered harshly and moved away from Jack, getting sitting on the bed. He sighed exasperated and got sit either.

“Sugar…” Jack pulled you back to him before you could complain, letting you on his lap “Y’know you matter a lot to me, darlin’. Tell me the truth, is this what I think it is?”

You remained silent for a moment, wanting to give him another dry answer so he would forget about it; you weren’t mad at Jack for asking about it, you were just too ashamed of the obvious truth, ashamed to admit that things had got that far. Giving up on trying to pretend everything was fine, you simply nodded, sighing when Jack tightened his arms around you.

“Darlin’, why haven’t you told me before?” he sounded sincerely worried while caressing your back and kissing the top of your head.

“Because it ain’t that big of a deal, I’m used to it at this point.” You said looking to a random spot on the floor, not having the nerve to face him.

“You’re telling me that this ain’t the first time?” Jack sounded shocked and his brain started to put his memory to use; yes, it wasn’t the first time you showed up with a bruise, but it was always some little bruises that could be justified by your excuses, just at that moment he realized the painful truth. “You need to go to the police.”

“No.” you refused without flinching “I don’t want to deal with this like that, the last thing I need is to be discredited by a bunch of old men in a police station.”

“Then, at least, you have to leave him.” Jack started to get slightly agitated but kept talking calmly with you.

“And how am I supposed to do that? My family would rather give shelter to the devil than me, all acquittances I ever had, were on the other side of the country because Charles knew what he was doing bringing me here, I have no money, no graduation on anything. I have nowhere to go, Jack.” You said both frustrated and conformed.

“That’s not true, darlin’.” Jack grabbed your face between his hands, making you look at him “You know damn well that I sincerely care about you. You’re much more than just an affair to me, sweetheart, I can’t simply let you at your luck here.” Seeing that you still seemed resistant to the idea, Jack made sure to clarify what he thought could be the problem for you. “For the records, if you accept my help and come live with me, this doesn’t put you in any commitment. I have no other intention than to help you.”

“I don’t know.” You said after a few moments of silence “Charles can have quite a temper; I don’t want to put you in trouble.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout that, his type is only brave until he gets to fight a man. Furthermore, he’s a city boy, I can deal with him if happens to be necessary.” Jack affirmed with no worries at all.

“This is complete madness.” You sighed and rubbed both hands on your face, thinking about what to do. You were scared to death with the idea of simply disappearing, worrying about how bad it could end up, but at the same time neither your body nor mind could handle that torturous marriage anymore and you knew that your best and safest option was to go with Jack. “Alright.” You agreed making Jack sigh relieved “We have a few hours until he’s back.”

In a jump of adrenaline, you and Jack got out of bed, got dressed, and started to pack your things. Bob, your dog, followed you excitedly around the house, as if he knew something good was going on.

A couple of hours later, everything was packed and placed on Jack’s truck; you took advantage of the plenty of time and, after grabbing the essentials, you started to pick non-vital stuff, like all of your books and the handmade teddy bear Charles’ late grandmother gave you a few years ago for your future baby that never happened, she was probably the only good thing that happened to you during all those years and, even having no hope left of ever have a baby, since you never even got pregnant during all the years of your marriage, you didn’t had the heart of left such a lovely gift behind.

With your dog in your arms, you walked around the whole house to make sure nothing had been forgotten, still not completely believing you were leaving that nightmare behind. Jack entered the kitchen to meet you, petting Bob’s head when he got close enough.

“Do we have everything?” Jack questioned looking at you.

“Just one last thing I have to do.” You said calmly and approached the fridge, grabbing the sharpie pen you always had handy to do the groceries list and writing on the appliance’s surface with your best calligraphy “fuck you, bitch”. You could already imagine the scene, Charles would come home and go straight to the kitchen, would see your note, and would go hunt you through the house only to discover that you had left him. You turned your head when you listened to Jack’s chuckles, smiling and walking back to him.

“You’re way too polite, sugar. I’d do worse.” He joked as both of you walked out of the house.

You didn’t bother about locking the front door or closing the windows, whatever happened from there wasn’t your problem anymore. You got in the car with Jack and Bob, feeling your heartbeat faster than normal, still not believing what you were doing. While Jack started the car, you realized you still had your wedding rings and promptly took them off, throwing them on the sidewalk as the car started to move, more than ready to leave all those bad days behind.

One year later

Comfortably sitting on the porch sofa with a mug of hot chocolate in hands, you peacefully observed the horses and cows pasturing in the distance, on times like that you used to wonder how you had lived in the city for so long, dealing with that unending noise.

You smiled as you heard the dogs’ paws making those little noises towards their bowls of water and not much later, you felt the warm calloused hands of your husband resting on your shoulders and his lips planting a kiss at the top of your head.

“How’s my beloved lady doing?”

“Tired.” You answered with a chuckle, resting one hand on your 7-months-pregnant belly to emphasize what you meant. Jack chuckled and walked around the sofa, sitting by your side and caressing your belly.

“You’re giving a hard time to momma, hum, little one?” he said in a tender tone, feeling like he could melt when the baby started to move inside your womb.

“You’re not kidding.” You confirmed with a smile and leaned to rest your head on his shoulder.

“Good thing you have your helpful husband to take care of you.” Jack said with his smug manner and smirked, turning his head slightly and kissing your forehead.

Tagging: @missladym1981

[thegroundhogdidit]

imagine you're a middle aged man, you have a relatively stable, if somewhat dangerous job, and you're married to your boss, who's a big name ceo that everyone knows. your relationship with him is pretty good, although it's been getting kinda rocky recently since his mental health hasn't been doing great, and you're just begging him to stay on task because you're afraid the company might suffer if he breaks down completely. your husband has his eyes on this other company. you do some work for him to get a merger set up, with the promise that of course he'll fire the other ceo once they're through with it. he doesn't fire the other ceo. in fact, if you're not mistaken, he seems to have fallen in love with him, despite the fact that he's absolutely miserably bad at his job. okay, you tell yourself, you don't have proof that he's cheating yet, but then you hear them having sex. the company has this old rule that says if you challenge someone to a contest and they lose, then they have to leave the company. you invoke it, despite your husband (and boss) protesting, knowing that he'll honor it anyway. you lose on a technicality. okay, you say, you know that your husband (and boss) has been avoiding his taxes for a few years, so you rat him out to the government, with the deal that they spare your husband and put it all on the other incompetent wreck who dares call himself a ceo. the plan works, at first, but then your husband invokes a super new law that gets them BOTH out of tax evasion if they work for the government for a few years. fuck. you're the ceo now. your coworkers now hate you. they unionize, get you kicked out of the company, almost, but then your husband comes back, grief-stricken, because apparently his new boyfriend ghosted him for no reason. okay, you say, this is good. he's going to go back to normal. he spends a full week in his pajamas and cries at the office every day. you tell him to get it together for christ's sake, and you mock him a bit because come ON he cheated on YOU so what if it's the end of the fucking world for him. he cuts off your toe. he then proceeds to spend months terrorizing you and all of your coworkers, ending with him bringing a gun into work and shooting you in the knee. you manage to escape this hell, get divorced, and learn to live a life outside of him. only problem is you have reporters watching your every move who are completely convinced that you were entirely in the wrong for every single one of your actions and that the physical abuse you went through was entirely your fault. one of them happens to be god himself. you die in your ex-husband's arms, apologizing to him for making him abuse you. the reporters claim this was "a happy ending" and anyone who thought otherwise is a whiny bitch. the end

[honeypiehotchner]

vigilante shit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- no body, no crime part three

Oops okay honestly I just wanted to write some smut. You can read no body, no crime part 1 and 2 for context, but you also don’t have to have context

Warnings: holy hell is there some smut in this one 18+ ONLY sheesh, lots of p in v sex, oral (f receiving), grinding, teasing/edging, dirty talk, degradation adjacent?, some manhandling, reader is a brat again, office sex 🤪 i think that’s everything

WC: ~2.7k

no body, no crime || part two || Aaron Hotchner Masterlist

Ladies always rise above, ladies know what people want

As you expected, Aaron Hotchner came back. Again. And again. And again.

You have to wonder what his team thinks, with him taking off all the time to come see you. You’re nowhere near Quantico, not close enough to explain it away with other menial plans. Yet, he still comes around. All the time.

Aaron has stopped asking about Este’s ex-husband and where the body is. You know that he still suspects you, which is fine. He can suspect you all he wants. He has no proof, and he never will.

Besides, you’re on his side now. Kind of.

Randy wasn’t the only asshole in this town whose life you wanted to ruin -- and have fun doing it. There are plenty of abusive husbands to choose from, but making them all disappear on your own would be too suspicious. You need something less so, something good. Something humanitarian.

You don’t know what got into you. Probably the agent you share a bed with nearly every weekend.

He’s tried to get you to travel to Quantico, but you haven’t yet. Maybe soon.

For now, though, he comes to you. Without hesitation.

Every Friday night is the same. He appears on your doorstep, duffle bag in hand, necktie already loosened.

You drag him in by his tie, pull him down to meet your lips by his jaw. His bag hits the floor, his foot kicks the front door closed. He’s mastered reaching behind and flicking the lock.

He follows your lips into the house, down the hall to your bedroom -- if the two of you make it that far.

Clothes litter the floors on the way to bed, his bare chest pressed against yours when he lays you down. You hook your legs over his hips, link your heels together and pull him into you. No time is wasted. The other times can be slow, but not this one. Not right now.

He devours you from the inside out, hips slamming into yours, sucking marks into your neck. Bruises blossom delicate purples and reds over the ones that barely faded since his last visit.

Your walls squeeze him enough to make his hips stutter, grinding his pelvis into your clit. The two of you are a mess of moving bodies, chasing climaxes, whispering dirty nothings into his ear.

He tells you to take it and you say make me. He says he will and you laugh in his face. He loves your snarkiness, loves to pound it out of you, at least for a moment before it returns. He loves the game. You love to play it.

+++

The first time you traveled to Quantico to see Aaron, you brought evidence with you. You weren’t sure if he could do anything, but you wanted to try.

You thought after Este’s ex-husband, men in town would learn not to mess with you, but clearly that hasn’t been the case.

She needed cold hard proof, so I gave her some She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?

You already ruined one marriage, for good reason. The husband had been cheating for months, so you gathered proof. And left it in a sealed envelope, addressed to the wife. You watched her pick it up off the porch, tear it open, and go inside.

The next day, she kicked him out of the house. And walked across the street to thank you.

There have been a few others in the same vein, but there’s one you can’t quite finish. The husband isn’t cheating, so that won’t work. But you know there is something else. Something much worse.

You visit him in his office at the BAU, walking past the team at their desks. You recognize them all, smiling and waving. They return the waves

“We don’t handle white collar crimes,” Aaron says, eyeing you suspiciously.

“I figured,” you nod solemnly. “Who does?”

He takes another look at the evidence you laid before him. He takes a few moments, sighs. “Are you positive?” he asks, looking up. “This is legitimate?”

“I am,” you reply firmly. You don’t frame people. That’s too tricky, and pointless if they’re already bad people.

He sighs, looks back down. “If this is fake…” he pauses, letting it hang there.

“It’s not.”

“If it is, you’re responsible. So am I.”

You lean forward and rest your hand over his, despite the open door and open blinds. “I’m serious. I would not bring this to you if it wasn’t true.”

“We don’t know if it’s true, there will still be an investigation.”

“I know,” you reply. “Do you trust me?”

He tilts his head, narrows his eyes.

“Good,” you grin. You sit back in the chair, crossing your legs. “Still, though. I’m dead serious about this. You think I’d risk getting arrested?” you scoff. “Come on now, Agent Hotchner.”

His jaw clenches. You’re playing a dangerous game.

And you’ve won.

Aaron picks up his phone and begins dialing, pressing the receiver to his ear.

“Who are you calling?” you ask.

He raises his eyebrows. “The Secretary of the Treasury.”

The phone call is brief but enough. Aaron says they’re going to investigate.

“How long do you think it’ll take?”

“Why does that matter?” he counters.

You shrug. “No reason.”

Aaron leans back in his chair, linking his fingers together. “What did he do to you?”

He was doing lines, and crossing all of mine

“Nothing,” you say. “He just hurt a friend.”

Aaron shakes his head, chuckling. He wonders how you have him wrapped so tightly around your finger. And how he doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

+++

Aaron’s apartment is exactly what you expected from him. Expensive. Obnoxiously expensive.

The two of you barely make it through his door.

He drops his briefcase and keys while you work his jacket off his shoulders. He tugs at his tie, pulls at your shirt, yanking it over your head. You aren’t wearing a bra, and he groans at the sight. He thought he saw your nipples earlier.

He chases you into the living room, following your lips like he’s in a trance.

Or so you think.

Soon he has you pinned against the nearest wall, his hands gripping your wrists, keeping them above your head.

“Tell me right now if you just cost me my job.”

“I would never,” you say seriously, then cracking a grin. “I like the way you look with your gun on your hip too much to ruin that.”

He pushes your wrists into the wall as he studies your face. He’s close enough to kiss, though, so you do, and he gives in.

His hand slips from your wrists and falls to your face, cupping your jaw. He steps closer to you, pressing his body against yours, letting you feel him, what you do to him. It’s enough to make you grind your hips into his, until he has to hold them down.

You bite his lip in protest, loving the noise you elicit from him, right from his chest.

“You’re impatient,” he growls.

“Obviously,” you retort with a scoff, dipping your hands to his belt. “And you still have pants on.”

“So do you.”

“Not for long.”

You yank his belt open and unzip his pants, palming him through his briefs. He swats your hands away as he works on your jeans, pulling them down your legs. He kneels, working the fabric down your thighs, peppering kisses along the way.

Your underwear falls next, and he helps you step out of them, but it isn’t long before he buries his face in you.

You gasp, not expecting him to, but he pushes your feet apart. His nose brushes your clit, his tongue delves in ways that make your knees weak.

“Aaron,” you breathe, threading your fingers through his hair. “Shit.”

He knows you so well now, knows exactly where to press and when. You hate to admit it, but he can leave you breathless just as badly as you can him.

He stops early, forever a tease, and forever wanting to be inside you when you let go. He’s impatient today, much like you. He doesn’t have time for anything else.

You work on his pants and he helps, kicking them away with his underwear. He lifts you into his arms, pressing your back into the wall, entering you only slightly.

“No, don’t do this to me,” you whine. You hate when he does this, when he takes his time working his way inside.

“I’m going to cherish this feeling,” he says, kissing your cheek, listening to your complaints. He clicks his tongue when you grind your hips, trying to take matters into your own hands. But he has you in his arms, right where he wants you. He’s in control.

He goes deeper, but only just, before pulling back. Your head hits the wall with each move. Slowly, slowly, he gives you half. Your skin is on fire. You’re ready to strangle him.

“You love this,” he shushes you. “I know you do. I can feel you.”

“I want--”

“You’ll get what you want,” he whispers. “After I take my time.”

You groan and he kisses you, distracting you with his tongue, tracing your lips until you’re dizzy.

You don’t even notice how long it’s been until his pelvis is against yours and you’re crying out, feeling full. You grip his back, your nails digging in, constellations of crescents dotting his skin.

“Is that better?” he taunts, pulling out to slam back inside, relishing in your whimpers. “You know the drill, honey,” he soothes. “You’re cumming at least once before we do.”

You don’t know how to explain that you’ve been on the edge for ages now, almost but never completely thrown over. But he knows how.

He speeds up his thrusts and gently places his hand around your neck, pinning your head back. His mouth dives for your lips, jaw, ears, anything he can touch and kiss and nip at, until you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure that you have no choice.

His footing fumbles and he nearly loses himself, but he stops. He’s determined to bring you to another, and only then will he let go.

You feel drunk, like you’ve had too much of him in such a short timespan, but that doesn’t stop your hips from moving, from chasing another high so soon after the last.

“Greedy,” he says, but it’s broken. He’s just as desperate as you, maybe even more so.

You want him so badly. You’re chasing his release as much as you’re hurtling toward another of your own. Both of you are determined to make the other let go.

He doesn’t last long, and you don’t either. But there’s still time for more. There always is.

+++

Aaron tells you that you need to stay in Quantico while the investigation into your allegations is beginning, in case they need to bring you in for questioning.

You think Aaron has ulterior motives, but you don’t tell him that. You were planning on staying anyway; you packed enough for a week. He noticed, but he didn’t say anything to you.

I don’t start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

You go into the BAU to have lunch with him, and on the way up the elevator, you ask yourself what the hell you are doing. This is far too domestic for you, yet you aren’t fighting it.

Domestic, maybe, but traditional, not at all.

You pass by the team and wave, earning waves and smiles in return. They’ve known for a while that Hotch was leaving town every weekend to see you, but they didn’t expect to see you here. You’re positive most, if not all of them still suspect you about Este’s ex-husband, but that doesn’t matter anymore.

When you enter Aaron’s office, he’s on the phone — again. He holds up a finger, telling you to wait, but that only makes you smirk.

Quietly, you shut the door, flicking the lock. His blinds are already drawn, something he’s grown into the habit of doing, especially with you here. You know the team isn’t stupid. You know they know what’s going on when the door closes.

Aaron stares down at the paperwork on his desk, but you want his eyes to be elsewhere. So, you take off your jacket.

It’s innocent enough. You lay the jacket over the back of one of the chairs, smoothing out the fabric. You’re wearing a button up and a skirt for this exact reason.

“I understand,” he says, grabbing a pen. He glances at you briefly and smiles, but returns his attention to the phone. “Yes, I see. When was this?”

You hum quietly as you begin unbuttoning your shirt, slowly. One by one. Looking out the window, waiting.

By the time you undo the button below your breasts, you look toward him, finding that his eyes are locked on your fingers. You smirk.

“Yes, I’m still here,” he says, averting his eyes. “Yes. Yes, we do.”

You continue undoing your shirt, walking closer to him with every button. The glare he gives you as the shirt slides off your arms is enough to set a fire inside of you.

He’s desperate to get off the phone, but whoever it is keeps talking.

You walk around the left of the desk, standing dangerously close to him, running your fingers through his hair. He moves the receiver away from his mouth to exhale deeply, shutting his eyes. He knows there is no match for you. His only option is surrender.

You wedge yourself between him and his desk, prompting him to push his chair back. He takes the phone with him, moving his arm to allow you to straddle his hips.

You smile sweetly, running your hands up and down his shoulders, trailing your fingernails over his neck. He watches you intently, only barely listening to the person on the other phone.

You scoot forward, grinding your crotch against his as you bend to place kisses on his neck. His breathing hitches dangerously and you smirk into his skin.

“Thank you,” he says. You start moving your hips and his legs tense. “I’ll call to let you know what we decide.”

Finally, you think.

There’s a few more words spoken before Aaron officially ends the call.

In what feels and sounds like one movement, he hangs up the phone and lifts you onto his desk, grinding his hips into yours with newfound ferocity.

You giggle into his kisses, feeling his hands on your back. You didn’t wear a bra for this reason, and he knows it.

You fumble with his belt, a mess of hands while he devours your mouth, pushing his tongue through your lips. He cusses when your hand snakes inside of his briefs, enough to wrap around him and gently squeeze.

His hands leave your body only for a moment to yank his pants down. Then he goes to rip your underwear, only to find you have none.

“Slut,” he snickers into your ear, pulling you toward him by your hips. “Teasing me while I’m on the phone? Really?” he taunts, angling your hips to push inside of you, giving you everything, loving your whimpers. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

You nod into his neck, holding onto his shoulders. “You lasted l-longer than I thought.”

“I was talking to the Secretary of the Treasury,” he snaps, thrusting into you and stopping, letting you feel every inch. “About your little predicament.”

“What did she-- Shit. What’d she-- oh my god.”

“Don’t try to talk,” he whispers. “Take it.”

You grin. And you do.

+++

Don’t get sad, get even

They arrested the man for his white collar crimes, and that became the talk of the town for the foreseeable future.

No one noticed how you started leaving for weeks at a time to live with Aaron. But they’ve noticed that men haven’t stopped disappearing since your absence.

You won’t stop, not until each one is gone. Until each one gets what he deserves.

And since you were right, Aaron listens to you. Like he always does.

I’m on my vigilante shit...again

[juiles]

I’ll do better.

Summary: Y/N was adopted by Scarlett and her then husband at 7 years old. She was abused by her dad. Scarlett swore to be different but maybe some things change because 13 years later things change. Colin is by your side.

Type: angst then small fluff.

Warnings: mentions of child abuse/neglect, mentions of suicide and depression, yelling, panic attacks, (if there’s anything missing let me know!) slightly mean Scarlett.

Masterlist!

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Part 2

You sat watching Scarlett play with Rose and Cosmo in the play room. You cleared your throat for the 3rd time making Rose finally turn to look up at you. “Y/N/N!!”

“Rosie!” You squealed making the same excited sound as her. “Can i borrow mum for a minute?”

“Sure!” Rose said shrugging her shoulders, going back to her barbie’s almost instantly. Scarlett looked up at you with an annoyed huff.

“What do you want Y/N?!” She said snapping. You stepped back gulping. She never used your full name. Not unless you were really naughty or annoying.

You hung your head. “Nothing… never mind mum…” You muttered before turning on your heel and walk back to your room.

The full name, the snapping, the constant annoyed looks. That’s how it all started with your dad. All the abuse started when he got huffy. How else are you supposed to take it?

When Scarlett and your dad adopted you at 7, you were over the moon. You thought you were finally going to have your own family. That was until they got divorced and you were spending every second week with your dad.

That’s when the abuse started. He got annoyed and instead of admitting it, he took it out on you. When you finally came to your mom at 12 and admitted what he was doing. She was horrified. Rightly so she got you out of that situation and had full custody of you. That’s also when she had Rose. It was the three of you against the world after Romain left.

When she got together with Colin 2 years ago is when you started getting pushed away then Cosmo was born and you were almost completely forgotten. Colin still checked in with you, made sure you had everything you needed when you started college. He was the only person other than Lizzie to be by your side when you opened the acceptance letter to your dream school, UCLA.

Lizzie was with you when your boyfriend cheated on you, when you were struggling to come to terms with your sexuality. She was the one to hold your hand as you got diagnosed with depression. Lizzie was the one to hold you as you sobbed after she caught you mid-suicide attempt.

You shook your head as you sat up from your bed and took a deep breath. “She won’t hit me. She won’t start the screaming.” You muttered to yourself. “But… maybe i should look at getting my own place…”

You pulled your laptop over to you and started looking up apartments near your school that was within the price range you had from your job.

A couple of hours later you heard the front door close and jumped up knowing Colin was home. You ran down the stairs and towards the door, freezing open entering as you see your dad at the door and a very confused looking Scarlett holding Rose and Cosmo tightly.

You felt your chest start to get tighter as you stumbled backwards shaking your head. You hit the wall and slid down it clutching your head. You sat like that, in a full blown panic attack for 20 minutes (that felt like days to you) until Colin arrived home and found you.

He squatted down in front of you and covered your hands with his making you jump slightly and scream. “NO!!”

You whipped your head up and instantly melted seeing Colins eyes darting between yours and seeing his mouth moving. Coming back down from the panic, the first thing you heard was Colin’s soothing voice speaking soft nothings before feeling a gentle kick to your thigh and an annoyed huff.

“You woke Cosmo up!” Scarlett snapped bouncing the now crying baby. Your head snapped towards her, fear swimming in your eyes as you now shuffled in the other direction starting to feel your chest, that had started to loosen thanks to Colin’s words, tighten again. She hit you. She actually hit you. Even if it was gentle, she still did it. You felt Colin sit beside you.

“Baby. You’re okay. She didn’t mean it.” Colin soothed rubbing his thumb over your knuckles as he held your hand. “Take a deep breath. You can do it. That’s it baby. Coco has you.”

You copied his breathing until you could finally get a full breath then threw yourself into his arms and sobbed. The two of you sat there while you sobbed for what felt like hours but was no more than 25 minutes. Your sobs turned into small sniffles as the man ran his fingers through your hair and his other hand traced patterns on your back. “Daddy…” You muttered into his chest.

“Daddy’s got you princess.” The man murmured softly into your hair. When you were finally able to look up at him. “You are safe. You are okay. Nobody can hurt you.” You nodded snuggling back into him. “Go to sleep baby. I’ll put you in your bed.” He picked you up bridal style and had you under your duvet cuddled up to him in a few minutes.

You woke up a couple hours later and heard yelling downstairs and felt Cosmo and Rose buried into you. You rolled out from under them and tucked them back in before heading downstairs. You entered the kitchen and instantly the two adults froze and turned to face you. You kept your eyes trained on Colin’s face that was red and had tear tracks staining his face. “Dad…?”

“I’m okay princess. Come on… let’s go out and get dinner hmm?” Colin said smiling softly. You finally turned your head to see your mom standing frozen in the kitchen, her green eyes swimming in a mix of emotions. Her face bright red.

“Y/N…?” She asked hesitantly slowly reaching her hand up making you flinch back taking a step back. She instantly recoiled her arm and stepped back covering her mouth with her hand. “Baby… I-“ You stepped back again.

“You swore…” You whispered so softly. “You swore you would never hurt me… you kicked me…”

“Baby i am so-“

“No! He was here! He looked me in the eyes! I was having a full blown panic attack! I almost passed out!” You said through gritted teeth. “If dad hadn’t shown up and calmed me down i would have stopped breathing!”

You stumbled forward and into her arms. “Why am i not good enough?!” You sobbed into her as she wrapped her arms around you tightly cradling your head. “I’m sorry i’m not enough… i’m sorry i’m in your way… i just want you to see me!” Scarlett felt her body wrack with sobs as she violently shook her head.

“You are baby! You are good enough! I’m so sorry i ever made you think you weren’t. Adopting you was the best decision i ever made baby. Mama is so sorry that she ever EVER made you think otherwise.” Scarlett murmured into your hair. “Baby I love you so, so much. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t think about it. I just needed your attention. That’s it baby. I meant to come back down baby. I was just going to put Rose and Cosmo to sleep baby. I must have fallen asleep. I’m so sorry baby.”

“Yo-you snapped… you were annoyed…” You clung to her shirt. “I just want you to love me…” She showered your head in kisses.

“I do love you baby. I love you so much “Y/N/N.” You finally were able to catch a full breath as you buried your head into the crook of her neck. “I’ve been awful but i’ll do better baby. i promise i’ll do better.”

[abbatoirablaze]

Deal With The Devil, Chapter 6

Word Count:  2.2k

Warnings: gun violence, mentions of a gun, threats of gun violence, mental abuse, forcing a child to use a gun on a parent, angst, sexual situation, manipulation, morally grey sexual interaction, jealousy. 

Inez stood at the foot of the bed, glaring at the mess in front of her. 

Steve was sprawled out on the large bed, face down, a sheet covering just enough of his ass that she could only see the firm globes swathed in silk.  His strong, large back had red scratches lining it, and it drew an irritated feeling from the pit of her stomach, knowing that someone else was marking up her fiancé even if she didn’t want the relationship with him in the first place. 

Steve had managed to confine himself to the bed, his mess of his own seed staining the silken sheets and the women’s clothing that was an obvious afterthought in cleaning himself up in his drunken stupor. 

But the women.

The women and the mess they had created was everywhere. 

Liquor was spilt on the bed, and puddles of it were pooling on the black marble floor, making the glow from one of the windows fill the room with the scent of stale vodka. 

Thongs, dresses, and stilettos led from the hallway all the way to the bed. 

One of the girls had barely made it to the bed, and was hanging off of it, ass up in the air while her top half hung to the floor. 

Inez sneered and lifted her arms over her head, pondering just how to wake them up.  The barrel of the gun she’d found in Steve’s office grazed her ear while she remembered the life lessons her mother had instilled in her about cheating men.

“Cheating men are like dogs,” her mother said simply, the thick accent sounding like a hiss in the early morning as she put the gun in her daughter’s hand and aimed it at Howard Stark’s groin, “they are stupid and useless when they’re left to their own devices.  They need to be taught lessons.  To-”

“But mommy!” she whined as the tears streamed down her cheeks, “I don’t wanna hurt daddy.  I-“

“That’s why we train them!” she told her daughter as she pointed the gun at her husband, “tell her, Howard!”

“Maria-“

“Your father cheated,” she frowned, snarling at her husband, “because he’s a dog that goes back to his old ways unless he’s reminded!  I’ve given your father everything.  Made this house a home.  Given him your brother and you…gave him the best years of my life.  And how does he repay me?  With fucking your nanny.”

“Mommy-“ the four year old cried, shuddering at the thought of how she was forced hold her father at gunpoint. 

“You will be strong!” she told her daughter firmly, while she shook. 

“I don’t wanna hurt daddy!”

“Dogs will learn!” she argued as she forced her to pull the trigger.

“Steve…” Inez said gently as her heels clicked around the bed and she moved to the large bay windows, pulling them open so that the light filtered into the room, “Steveee, wake up.”

The man sighed sleepily, flipping over onto his back, “hmmm?”

He reached out but was unsurprised when his hand didn’t come in contact with another body.  What he was surprised about was when the clicking stopped, and the bed dipped. 

And then two firm thighs planted themselves on either side of his abdomen.  His cock twitched, blood rushing to the appendage and waking up before he was understanding what was going on. 

He groaned happily, his hands sliding up her bare thighs and cupping her plump ass, “one hell of a wakeup call, Inny…thought you didn’t like me, hmmm?  What changed, bunny?  You decide that you’re over playing hard to get?”

“Oh, I don’t like you in the slightest,” she smiled sweetly.  Steve frowned when he felt the cool metallic kiss of his gun pressing under his jaw, “I already woke up your little whores and kicked them out, sweetie.  But I think that it’s time for you and I to talk…husband and wife.”

His hands slid up from her ass, and to her waist, “you really want to start off our marriage like this, Inez?  Holding a gun to my head?  How far do you think you’ll get if you pull the trigger, hmm?  Do you think big brother is going to let you slide if you kill a son of the five families?  If you kill your soon to be husband?”

“The gun may be under your jaw, but it’s just the physical one,” she smiled.  He opened his eyes and glared at her, “you’re the one that asked for my hand in marriage.  You held the metaphorical gun to my head with my brother and forced me to agree to it.”

“You can walk away at any time, Inez…no one is forcing you into this!”

She scoffed, “just like a man to say that.  You don’t understand the duty I have just by Tony agreeing to it…I can’t walk away from this Steve.  You and I both know that.  If I did, I would have more than just a metaphorical gun pointed at my head.  I’d be dodging bullets the rest of my life.”

“So, what is it that you’re hoping to gain from putting a gun to my head, hmm?”

“You know, my mother taught me all about the expectations when I was growing up…taught me that a man should never put his hands on me, despite what she was brought up in…and that a man should know his place just as much as a woman knows hers.”

“And what’s my place, Inez?”

“You demand respect…well so do I,” she said firmly, “you demand loyalty, and honesty, and that I’m a dedicated spouse…well guess what, Steve, so do I.  That means no cheating.  No being a man whore…no lying to me.  If you want this empty mansion to turn into a home, if you expect me to be waiting here for you every night like a good little wife, you must know your place too!”

“That all?” he taunted as he eyed her up and down, “because you crawled into my bed…and while you may have a gun to my head, you’re also straddling me in what seems like the tiniest little pj set you could find…almost seems like you are jealous that I got a little something something before we commit ourselves to each other and you want a taste before we say that cursed ‘I do.’  That what you want, Inny?  You wanna feel what I’ve got underneath this sheet?”

“Do you know what my mother taught me when I was younger, Steve?” she mused, “do you know what I learned from her?  What I learned to do?”

His hands slipped under the thin, short robe she wore, and his brow raised as he pushed her shorts to the side, his fingers tracing deftly along her already slippery folds, “she tell you to always be prepared for your husband?”

She frowned, and her nose twitched as she sneered at him. 

Before he could think about it, she’d moved the gun quickly and slammed the butt against his brow, creating a cut on it.

“SON OF A BITCH!” he seethed from beneath her. 

It was like she could sense his actions before they happened, and the gun was back up under his jaw keeping him in place.

“Men like you are dogs,” she spat, glaring down at him, “men like you need to be trained, because you’re stupid and useless otherwise…sticking your dick wherever you feel like…thinking you own everyone and everything while you throw temper tantrums over boroughs.  Guess what, Steve!  You don’t own everything.”

Steve clenched his jaw.  There was a large part of him that was pissed off.  No one stood up to him, let alone took it upon themselves to injure him.  Those who would chance it would be dead moments later. 

But her…

There was something dangerous and sexy in the way her robe barely covered her.  How her breasts were heaving in anger over the fact that he’d fucked women in their bed the previous night.  How she was holding a gun to his head.

She was jealous.

Steve knew that she wouldn’t shoot him with the way that she looked at him.  And that was when he made up his mind. 

He was methodical in his takeover. 

Her robe flew open, and Steve noticed the barely there cami that was cropped just beneath her breasts, the silk matching shorts that barely covered her ass.  The fact that she was wearing ‘fuck me’ stilettos, and her legs had instinctively wrapped around his lithe waist while he pressed his hips against hers. 

The gun was ripped from her hands, and he’d had it beside her head in a second, while his other hand had grabbed both of hers, keeping her hands pinned above her own head. 

Her chest heaved even more, and Steve felt the urge to let go of her hands just to tear her shirt to shreds and attack her chest. 

He was turned on beyond belief at how his fiancé had woken him up. 

“If I’m a dog, you’re a jealous bitch in heat!” he growled at her as he eyed her outfit once more, “claiming you don’t like me, but coming in here dressed like that.  Scaring off those strippers with a gun and straddling me…you want a piece of me, Inez.  You wanna know if what they were moaning about last night was real…”

Her eyes snapped to his as he ground his erection against her.  Her eyes widened as his cock bumped against her core; the only thing keeping him from sheathing himself in her was the soft satin shorts she wore. 

“S-Steve-“

“Oh no, sweetie…you don’t get to do a wake-up call like that and then pretend to be an innocent little thing.  I’m seeing you.  The real you.  The one that no man has ever seen before.  You’re a sexy little minx alright,” he growled sensuously as his lips attacked her neck.  She shivered at the little nips and kisses.  Her eyes fluttered closed as he continued to grind his erection against her.  Her breathing quickened and her back arched upwards, pressing her chest against his.  He smirked, feeling how her nipples had pebbled against him, “you might have been protected when you were younger, sheltered from our big bad world while your parents were alive, but things have changed, Inez.  Now you’re my wife…and I’m going to take what’s mine after we say I do.  I’m going to make you scream my name, and ruin that perfect, slutty little hole.  Before the night is over, I’m going to make you beg me for more…beg me to put a little baby Rogers in you…fuck, if I wanted to put a little bastard in you right now, I think you’d let me.  So desperate for love and attention.  Such a whore for the idea of a good fuck.  You’d let me do it without a second thought.  You’d let me fucking ruin you and you’d love every second of it.”   

“S-Steve….”

“Just like that,” he growled as he went back to attacking her neck and moving his lips down over her chest, “only you’ll be screaming it in our big, empty mansion…again and again, and-“

“Steve, wait!”

“No bunny…there’s no waiting,” he growled as he ripped her cami in half and nipped at her breasts, “there’s nothing stopping me from claiming my pretty little bride and making her cum all over my cock.  You wanna train me, baby…go ahead.  Make my cock crave that slutty little hole.  Make me regret bringing those whores home and fucking them in our bed.  Show them all that you own me.  Make that tight little cunt milk my cock every fucking day!”

With every sentence he ground his hips against hers, making his hardened cock rub against her satin shorts.  Through teary eyes she watched the men at the entrance of the bedroom while Steve’s precum mixed with her arousal, ruining the shorts, “S-Steve-“

“I’m gonna ruin you, bunny!” he promised firmly as he shifted his fiance’s shorts to the side and started tapping his cock against her mound, “gonna fuck that cunt nice and-“

“Hey boss…hate to bother ya, but we kind of have a problem,” Sam said from the door.  Steve froze, his head turning to look over his shoulder at the man who’d spoken to him.  Inez’ gaze remained on the man beside him though, horror coating her very soul as Bucky looked like his heart was breaking.  Tears had been streaming down her cheeks while Bucky’s fists remained clenched at his side, “you know…no rush…fuck your girl…but we kinda have an issue with Barton.”

Steve’s head turned back from Sam and Bucky to that of Inez; a dangerous look in his eyes as he stared her down, “we’ll finish this later bunny…but don’t think you’re not getting punished for this little stunt.”

She whimpered as Steve rolled off of her and went to the walk-in closet to get dressed.  Inez pulled at her robe, closing it once more, as her gaze left the two men still at the door. 

Sam was chuckling, but Bucky had turned away from her; regret filling every fiber of his being because he didn’t take his shot last night.

Chapter 7

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[servantofthefates]

Tarot’s Kings & Queens in Real Life

The Kings

AS PROFESSIONALS

Extroverted and popular, the King of Wands is an athlete, an actor, a social media influencer, a handsome news anchor. Whatever field he is in, he is bound to become a fan favorite. Wealthy and powerful, the King of Pentacles is an entrepreneur, a philanthropist, a banker, the CEO of a corporation. He tends to become the official or unspoken head of his field. Friendly and easygoing, the King of Cups is a primary school teacher, a guidance counsellor, a novelist, a househusband. Most of those around him love him genuinely. Independent and intelligent, the King of Swords is a surgeon, a lawyer, a critic, a journalist. Even rivals who hate him cannot deny his superiority.

AS FATHERS

The King of Wands is the most popular dad in school. The one his kids’ teachers have a crush on. He likes to play sports with his children and watch movies with them during weekends. The King of Pentacles busies himself with building an empire for his children to inherit, so they will not have to work as hard as he did. His kids tend to be spoiled. The King of Cups is the doting father his children truly adore. In case of separation or divorce, they would prefer to live with him instead of with their mother. The King of Swords is the parent who puts pressure on his kids to excel in school. He also encourages them to fight back. If he finds himself in the principal’s office because his son called his teacher a bitch, he would say, “From what I heard, she was acting like one.”

AS HUSBANDS

Attractive and outgoing, the King of Wands will always enjoy younger women’s attention. But as long as his spouse showers him with adoration and gives him sexual satisfaction, she can count on him to stay faithful. The King of Pentacles is a contradiction. Everything he does is for his wife and kids. But the constant distance from his family and the pressures of work push him to cheat. The King of Cups is fiercely loyal. He will stay in a marriage even when he is abused verbally or physically. But do not ever cheat on him. That is the one thing he cannot tolerate. The King of Swords marries for ambition. As a young lawyer, he may choose to seduce one of the firm’s partners. While he tends to be emotionally distant, he is a responsible husband.

AS BROTHERS

If somebody hits you in school, and you have an older brother to run to… The King of Wands will beat your bully bloody, and will teach you how to do it yourself next time. He responds quickly and impactfully. The King of Pentacles will manage to have the bully kicked out of school and maybe even have his parents fired from wherever they work. He responds behind the scenes. The King of Cups is much like the King of Wands in this regard. Both are driven by emotion in such aggressive situations. But afterwards, the King of Cups will ask you how you feel, and assure you that all will get better from here. The King of Swords has the most propensity for cruelty. He will sabotage your bully’s vehicle, leading to a fatal accident. Or he will hire the local gang anonymously to make sure the bully never walks again. He strikes sharply and permanently.

AS FRIENDS

The King of Wands is the loudest and the loneliest. He likes to hold parties and invite his friends to road trips because his demons find him when all is still and quiet. He acts the leader, but he needs his friends more than they need him. The King of Pentacles is the reliable friend. When he says he will be there in five minutes, he is actually only a minute away. He is the one friends call to for help in assembling furniture or cooking a fancy dinner. The King of Cups is the friend who likes to post quotes on social media. He recommends the best movies and discovers the best songs. The King of Swords is the friend who proofreads your thesis. The whole class admires him because he is not intimidated by the toughest teachers. You will often find him in the library with other book lovers.

The Queens

AS MOTHERS

Rash and fiery, the Queen of Wands would slap a five-year-old boy who bullied her son. Unforgiving and having a tendency for cruelty, the Queen of Swords would hit the bully’s parents instead, both with biting words and with her hands. Kind and reasonable, the Queen of Cups would speak to the bully, telling him why he should not hurt another child and asking him if his parents abuse him. Rich and influential, the Queen of Pentacles would threaten to have all the teachers fired if her son ever gets hurt again.

AS WIVES

Sexually passionate and naturally attractive, the Queen of Wands is the stereotypical trophy wife. Successful and independent, the Queen of Swords is married to her career first and foremost. Her spouse can only hope to be a second priority. Endlessly caring, loving and faithful, the Queen of Cups is the wife most spouses would kill and die for. Usually having inherited a fortune, the Queen of Pentacles is wealthier and more popular than her spouse. And while other people love to note the disparity, she never makes him feel lesser than she is.

AS AUNTS

The Queen of Wands is the hot aunt who looks more like your own sister instead of your mother’s. She introduces her nieces to makeup and high heels, and they love to tell her about their adventures with boys. The Queen of Swords is the aunt you are least close to. When she visits home, she may nod at you once, if you are lucky. Normally, she just ignores you completely. The Queen of Cups is the aunt who always takes your side. While arguing with a parent, a girl is bound to yell, “I wish I was your sister’s daughter instead!” The Queen of Pentacles is the generous aunt. Expect an iPhone for Thanksgiving and a MacBook for Christmas. You will not even have to ask.

AS SISTERS

Women with the Queen of Wands as a sibling tend to have an inferiority complex. They are used to being the less prettier and less popular sister, in school and long after. The Queen of Swords is the sister that makes you look stupid simply by existing. Straight As in school. Scholarships left and right. The Queen of Cups is the sister you are best friends with. Sometimes, you even feel like she is also playing the role of your mother. The Queen of Pentacles is the sister who loves to help out financially. She would lend you money without ever asking for it back.

AS FRIENDS

The Queen of Wands is the queen bee of every social circle. The center of attention at every party. The Queen of Swords is the friend you run to when you need help studying or when somebody hurts you. She will teach you memorization techniques; and from your enemies, avenge you. The Queen of Cups is a shoulder to cry on. Someone her friends can trust with their darkest secrets. She always helps and never judges. The Queen of Pentacles is the charitable friend. Borrow her shoes, purses, car and dresses, if you like. When she invites you out for dinner, you will not have to spend a dime.

[multifandomgrabage]

Random and non cohesive HB thoughts, particularly season 2:

I don’t condone or support Stella’s actions, but I am very disappointed in how she is written. Im fine with her being a villain, and I’ll even let a lack of a backstory slide! My main issues with Stella are:

A) Being 1 dimensional. Please, give her traits outside of “bitch” and “angry at Stolas”. The majority of the fan base already is (somehow) in support of Stolitz, you don’t need another prop to keep your ship going. (subpoint to a): Also, not a fan of the “wife finds out that her husband is queer” trope, but whatever, she is a villain. Its pretty fucking basic though.

B) Her lines. My fucking gosh, her lines are so fucking flat and weightless. You’d think that something an abuser says would stick and sound intimidating, but no. We get “I LiKe ToRmEnTiNg YoU”. For fucks sake, what was that?! As someone who grew up with an abusive mother, I can confidently say that no one will say that. Its like they didnt respect their ADULT audience enough to figure things out and felt they had to have a giant ass neon sign screaming

“LOOK HERE, THIS IS ABUSIVE, SHE SAID SHE LIKES HURTING HIM! A-B-U-S-E! NOW GO AND FORGET ABOUT ANY TERRIBLY TOXIC THINGS STOLAS OR BLITZO HAVE DONE”

Clearly the show is meant for adult audiences. We don’t need to be told what is and isn’t abuse. Why not do a little something called “show vs tell”? Some alright examples they have previously done are the portraits usually having just Stolas and Octavia, or a pissed Stella. Or seeing how she threw a fucking imp butler across the room.

I got a bit off topic, but here are some ways id probably write her:

A narcissist. To the outside world, she is friendly Stella, who just likes to party and smile. She has a perfect family, and everyone loves her. But under the surface, in order to feel superior she puts Stolas down constantly, through verbal abuse and perhaps some physical. Her love for Octavia is conditional, she is only pleased as long as everyone is doing everything to her command. All this possibly stems from an inferiority complex that she desperately covers through a high ego, false confidence and making sure others feel lesser to her.

Some possible lines?:

“You are nothing without me. You think you can make it on your own without me? You cant even take care of Octavia, what makes you think you can handle yourself”

“You would choose a lowly imp over me? I guess I shouldn’t have expected more from someone as low as you”

“You don’t even deserve to have me, consider yourself lucky that I am willing to stay”

“You look so damn stupid like that, singing in your self pity. Had you stuck with me, you wouldn’t have been in that position.” That or someone else mentioned Blitzo and Stella being childhood friends, her being arranged with Stolas, and then having the cheating incident

whoever had that idea is a genius.

C: Why is her design so damn good? I love fancy pigeons and they made her a fancy pigeon. (this isn’t a complaint but a thought)

Moving on from Stella, lets get to S2 E2…

I was so excited to have an episode where it wasn’t the Stolitz shipping show. I got my hopes too high. The one positive thing Ill say is that I enjoyed the adoption flashback. Maybe I read too much into it but it feels kind of like a commentary in how shitty the adoption system is, especially to teenagers. Any kid really, as they’re treated like literal dogs, and then kicked out on the street.

Back to me complaining about shit:

For one, why did we spend so much fucking tome in that stupid ass sitcom? If Stolas is such a caring dad, shouldn’t he just leave and look for Octavia? So much character growth could have happened in that time.

I know that Loona didn’t just tell Octavia to just deal with her dad neglecting her just because “he’s trying”. Its HIS responsibility as a parent to take care of his kid, and Octavia has every right to be upset st him and her circumstances. Her parents have been unstable, but after a divorce, even more so. Her dad has straight up ignored her, in favor of arguing with Stella. She did nothing wrong and has nothing to apologize for. I got so excited when Stolas started to apologize, but then Octavia apologized.

Did I mention that there was 4 minutes of Octavia and Loona together at most? Despite the thumbnail? Yeah, that blowed.

Honestly the only reason I keep up anymore is because of the animation and the weak dying hope that it’ll get better.

thats all ig, please don’t be rude in the comments. You can disagree but keep it civil. Going to bed now, bye

EDIT: So Imma randomly add a brainbarf of thoughts here too, because I do not feel like organizing shit. My brain's thoughts just expand everywhere, so bare with me.

Another reason why Stella's abuse doesn't really land is because Stolas just... doesn't seem afraid of her at all? For someone who claims to love tormenting someone, she sure is doing a shitty job at it. The way that Stolas would just have the balls (or cloaca ig) to keep going out using Blitz, worry free despite his wife doesn't give the vibes of "Victim of Domestic violence, verbal and physical abuse" to me.

To continue on why her abuse doesn't land, it has to do with the nature of this show and how it portrays stuff. It gets very confusing. Loona assaulting Blitz, Blitz and Asmodeus (on separate occasions) touching Moxie's groin area (without consent) and Multiple characters using slurs against Moxie is supposedly "funny".

Personally I don't find it humorous, but I do get somewhat jaded and desensitized to stuff like that happening. Not to say that it's acceptable behavior, but you do kind of get used to it and take it a little less seriously in the context. In S1E2 Stella is seen screaming and throwing shit around. This *can* be seen as portrayal of abuse, but given that many characters do similar shit it can also be seen as another unfunny attempt at humor.

Fast forward to season 2, if you've lasted that long you should expect some edgy shit like that to be written in a way that tries to excuse it. But all of a sudden, we get "Actually, abuse is bad. Feel bad for Stolas because he is abused by his wife. Yeah, we constantly make our characters do abusive things too, but it's funny when they do it, just ignore it and feel bad for Sad Gay Owl Man."

What? The fuck? Is the deal with powers, especially human disguises? Initially I thought that maybe only Succubi and Incubi, as well has hellhounds had the power because some hellborns are more powerful than others. How would that work if Hellhounds are below Imps in the hierarchy though? By that logic, shouldn't Imps also get that power? So that idea doesn't work. I don't fucking know why or how any of this works. Theres no storybuilding or explanation for it. For something that appears so often, I think there should be. The purpose of a human disguise is to blend in among the human world, so I can see Succubi/Incubi having that power because I'd assume they're some of the only demons allowed to go to the human world. I wouldn't know why a hellhound would come to Earth, but I guess they just have the power too?

Speaking of rules about demons on Earth that weren't explained!

Stolas is able to summon himself in some big scary owl demon form without his book ANYWHERE near him in "Truth Seekers". Yet in S2E2 he can only conjure up a poorly designed human form because now his powers are attached to the book? HUH?! Where is the consistency?

Also, given that IMP is big enough to get a commercial, how have they not gotten in trouble for breaking what I assume is one of hell's only rules? We know that they aren't supposed to be there, and yet this seems to have no consequence? Having them have to try and fly below the radar in hell would raise stakes a lot more imo.

But whatever, fuck the rules, because there are none!

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Unrelated rambles, but still kind of relevant and similar? I just don't want to make a separate post.

I don't like Andrealphus' design. It's way too bright and saturated and honestly has my eyes strain a lot, despite not being red. I kinda wanna redesign him. Also I feel like he's gonna be yet another gay stereotype, which is always fun to have /s.

Lucifer's design is underwhelming. Not necessarly because the design is bad on its own, but because of two things:

A) Too many characters look like that. We have too many skinny white Tumblr Sexyman Twinks. We have too many characters with that copy paste smile. Too many characters in suits. He just doesn't stand out. This leads me to my next point.

B) His design doesn't say "Lucifer, King and Ruler of Hell, Fallen Angel". It says "Generic Vivziepop Snarky Guy with a quirky interest". BEFORE SOME OF YALL START SAYING "B-but ackshually he pwobably haz a more dwemwonic fowm 🤓", respectfully, no. I feel that the leader of hell should have a default design that commands some kind of respect out of fear, it doesn't have to be crazy, but it should be intimidating, and stand out. What kind of king just blends into a crowd of his own people? Especially in a fantasy? This is fiction, and there is no reason to hold back and not try something new. In fact, 90% of the characters being skinny could actually be used as an advantage, because then you could just make Lucifer's bodyshape different from the default and he'd already stand out much more.

Fuck it, two redesigns coming up. When I'm done I'll link them here.

[lawsend]

Murder at Vista Heights Chapter 2

Series: Law’s End

Episode 1: Murder at Vista Heights

Fandom: The Royal Romance (loosely, there’s not much canon in here).

Pairings: None yet

Word Count: 2,622

Rating: MA

Warnings for series: adult themes, any given chapter may contain murder, violence, language, drinking, drug use, etc.

My other stuff can be found on my main blog @angelasscribbles here is the Master List.

They pulled up in front of a row of buildings. Walker and Son Investigations sat near the middle of the block; the name emblazoned on a plate glass window that overlooked the street. A dry cleaner on one side, a coffee shop on the other.

“Can you believe I found parking on the street?” Riley gloated as she parked the Tahoe at the curb.

“I’m pretty sure this is tow away zone, Riley…”

“It’s fine, we won’t be in there that long!”

Max heaved a long-suffering sigh, knowing from experience it was fruitless to argue with her when she was hot on the trail of a story. She became focused to the point of being obsessed, stubborn, pigheaded, and bossy.

Not that he didn’t like the bossy part.

She also became excited, exhilarated, and spontaneous. Her eyes sparkled and her enthusiasm was contagious. Despite the abuse and neglect of his precious Estelle, he enjoyed her single-minded determination very much. His adventures with her were worth the risks to his car.

A dark-haired woman looked up from her desk when the bell tinkled as they entered the tiny office. “Welcome to Walker and Son Investigations, how may I help you today?”

Max peered around Riley, “Hey, Savannah!”

“Oh, hi Max!” her face lit up in recognition, “What are you doing here today? Who’s your friend?”

“This is Riley. We’re looking for Drake. Is he in?” Max’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the other three desks in the room, all empty.  

“Yeah, he’s in the back, moving boxes of files into storage,” She lifted her head and raised her voice, “Drake!”

It took a minute but a man appeared from the hallway at the back of the office, “Do you really have to scream like that? You could have just-Oh! Shit, sorry! Didn’t realize we had company!” He wiped his hands quickly on his pants to get rid of the dust and extended one toward Riley, “Drake Walker, PI, at your service! And you are?”

Riley shook his hand as she took in his appearance. He looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties, tall, broad-shouldered, definitely worked out, with chestnut hair that hung just below his ears. His eyes were the color of gold-flecked copper as they bore into her, and his touch sent electricity jolting down her arm. She certainly wouldn’t kick him out of her bed.

“Riley Brooks, I was hoping I could ask you a few questions.”

“Sure,” he grinned at her as he motioned to his desk, “Have a seat. So, what do you need?” He asked as he settled into his chair across the desk from her and Max, “Cheating husband? Lost dog? Background check on a new boyfriend?”

“No, nothing like that,” she laughed.

He leaned forward with a smirk, “So you’re single?”

“I am. Why do you ask?”

“I find it hard to believe that a woman with your…” his eyes dipped down her body and back up, “attributes is single.”

She rewarded him with a coy smile, “I could say the same about you.”

“Maybe we could discuss it over dinner sometime?”

The grin on Riley’s face broadened but Max leaned forward, clearing his throat, “Yeah, she’s too focused on her career for serious dating. Could we get back to the subject?”

Drake barely glanced at Max before asking Riley, “What’s the subject?”

“What do you know about Katie Sloan?”

Drake turned his head to give Max a suspicious look before returning his gaze to Riley, “Who’s that?”

“The wife of Sloane Enterprises CEO, William Sloan.”

Shooting an accusing glare at Max, Drake snapped, “What makes you think I would know anything about her?”

“Because you had me follow her!” Max blurted out.

This time the look Drake gave him was murderous, “Have you ever heard of client confidentiality Beaumont? What the fuck?”

“I….” Max’s shifted nervously in his seat, “Not really…”

“Well, if I did pay you to follow someone, then you’re bound by the same standards I am with regard to client privacy!”

“No one told me that!” Max gulped.

“Savannah!” Drake bellowed at his sister.

“What? I was rushed that day; I didn’t get a chance to cover everything. I sent him home with some paperwork.”

Drake heaved a long-suffering sigh as he muttered under his breath about being surrounded by incompetence before snapping at Max, “Did you read it?”

“No…” Max admitted, “It seemed pretty boring.”

Drake shook his head as he looked up at the ceiling as if asking God himself for guidance. After several deep breaths, he returned his attention to Riley, “Why are you asking questions about Katie Sloan?”

“Because Max photographed her with Trenton Hayes.”

“So?”

“So he’s dead. Someone just shot him.”

Drake froze for a moment, his face expressionless as he gazed at her. “That’s unfortunate for him, but I don’t know anything about it. What did you say you do for a living? You’re not a cop.”

“How do you know that?”

“I know. Now who are you really and why are asking so many questions about a homicide?”

“I’m an investigative journalist.”

“You’re a reporter?”

“Investigative journalist and true crime author.” She corrected him.

“Anything I’ve read?”

“I don’t know. Do you read true crime?”

“Not really.”

“Then I’m guessing not.”

“Well, Miss Brooks, sorry I couldn’t help you, but even if I theoretically hired Beaumont here to follow this Katie Sloan, I couldn’t tell you.” Drake pushed away from the desk and stood up.

Riley stood, but made no move to leave, “If you theoretically did hire him for that, what might be a theoretical reason?”

“Yeah, I’m not doing that.”

“What’s the harm in playing a game of theoreticals?”

“Nice try but I wouldn’t stay in business very long if I went around-“

“I’ll go to dinner with you!”

Drake froze again, “What?”

Max also froze, “What?”

Ignoring Max, she took a step closer to Drake, reaching out and adjusting the collar of his shirt, “I said, if you’ll indulge me in a game of theoreticals for a moment, I’ll go to dinner with you.”

“I….” Drake stood unmoving with his arms crossed over his chest as he fought an internal battle. He already knew what his father would say. And Savannah would probably rat him out if he did it.

Still. The girl was hot.

Max shook his head, “No, Riley, you don’t have to-“

“Shut the fuck up, Beaumont!” Drake finally moved as one hand shot out to strike Max in the chest. Eyes locked on the brunette bombshell in front of him, he licked his lips and then agreed, “Okay, but everything I say is just theoretical, right?”

 “Of course!” Riley fluttered her eyelashes for added effect then asked, “If you were theoretically following Katie Sloan, what would be the theoretical reason?”

“I can’t speculate on something like that, but I can tell you that the most common reason anyone hires a private detective is to catch a cheating spouse.”

“So, William Sloan thinks his wife is cheating on him?”

Drake shrugged, “Theoretically if he hired a PI, that might be why.”

Riley’s eyes widened, her head swiveling between Drake and Max, “Was she cheating with Trent? Because that would be motive!”

Drake held his arms up in front of him, “Whoa now! Don’t be jumping to conclusions! We have no proof of any cheating! And I’ll tell you this because it’s a matter of public record, but if you say the information came from me, I’ll deny it….” He leaned forward and lowered his voice even though they were the only ones in the office, other than his sister who sat watching the whole exchange with amused disbelief, “Trent Hayes and Katie Sloan used to be engaged.”

Riley’s eyes widened, “Oohhh, an ex-fiancée! That’s interesting! Why’d they break up?”

“You’re an investigative journalist, look it up. Shouldn’t be hard to find. She was a fucking heiress before she married the rich guy.”

“Right. So, society pages. Max-“

“Already on it!” He told her as his fingers flew over the keyboard of his smartphone, “Katie Vanderhilt, college graduation…..engagement announcement….inherits grandmother’s fortune….second engagement announcement….wedding to William Sloan….ah, here we go….the gossip page! Hmmm…..just an article saying she suddenly dumped Trent and went on a cruise….no reason given….speculation was that once she inherited all that money, she knew she could catch a bigger fish. Sorry, dead end.”

Riley turned her attention back to Drake, “Is there anything else that I should theoretically know?”

“Can’t think of anything,” he gave her a scorching look, “but if I come up with anything else, we can discuss it over dinner.”

“Absolutely!”

“Tonight at seven?”

“Sorry, can’t tonight.”

“Hey, we had a deal!”

“Yes, and I fully intend to live up to it, just not tonight. Here,” she handed him her card, “call me later and we’ll get it set up! Come on, Max, let’s go!”

“But-“ by the time he glanced up from the card, Riley and Max were already out the front door.

“Dad is going to eviscerate you,” Savannah told him gleefully.

“You could just not tell him…”

“In exchange for what?”

Drake’s head fell back with a sigh, “I’m not letting you drive my car, Sav!”

“Just for one night! It’s my high school reunion! Besides, if I tell Dad what you just did-“

“Fine! One night! But I swear to God, Sav if there’s one scratch on it when I get her back-“

“Oh, cool your jets, I know how to drive,” she turned her head to the plate glass window, “Your new girlfriend just talked her way out of a parking ticket.” 

“Did she now?”

“She did. And she’s parked in a tow-away zone too! You’re going to have to be careful with that one. I’m not sure you can handle her.”

“Shut up, Sav.”

Outside on the pavement, Riley climbed back into the driver’s seat of Max’s Tahoe, “See? I told you it wouldn’t get towed!”

Max shook his head ruefully, “Yeah, well, if that had been me talking to that cop, I would have gotten a ticket and gotten towed! I got to hand it to you….you always seem to get your way.”

“It’s a gift!” She laughed as she threw the car in gear and pulled out into traffic.

“Are you really going to go to dinner with Drake?”

“What?” She glanced at him and then back at the road, “Yeah, why not?”

“I don’t know….he doesn’t seem like your type.”

“Trust me, he’s my type! Besides, a deal is a deal!”

 “I guess,” Max thunked back against the seat with a heavy sigh, “Where are we going now?”

“Seventh precinct!”

“Why?”

“Because we have to tell Liam that William Sloan has a motive for murder!”

“Is that the only reason?”

“I mean….if we happen to stumble across some more information about the case while we’re there then so be it!”

“That’s more like it!” He grinned, his good mood returning at the promise of further adventure.

Built in the early 1900s, the seventh precinct stationhouse took up most of the city block that it sat on. Three stories above ground and two below, the many renovations it had endured over the years made it a labyrinth of hallways, stairwells, and a sometimes confusing mix of old architecture and new. The homicide division was located in a warren of offices on the second floor.

“I need to speak to Detective Rys, I have some information regarding a murder,” Riley told the desk sergeant as they entered the building.

“Second floor,” The officer waved his hand in the general direction of the one lone elevator.

“Thanks!” Riley chirped as she grabbed Max’s hand and drug him away from the elevator and toward the stairwell. Lowering her voice, she told him, “I don’t trust that thing! It creaks, groans, and shakes like it’s hanging on by a thread!”

“Yeah,” Max agreed with a backward glance at it as he allowed himself to be pulled up the stairs, “It probably hasn’t been inspected or maintained in a hundred years!”

“That would be a violation of the fire code,” Riley quipped, “How ironic since the 112 is right across the street!”

“Yeah, well…”

They exited the top of the stairs, made their way down a long hallway, took a right about two-thirds of the way down, and found themselves in a large, open area filled with desks, filing cabinets, and a few scattered couches. The wall to their left was covered from left to right in giant casement windows. Directly across from them were doors to private offices and to their right a myriad of doorways and hallways lead off to places unknown. A water cooler gurgled in the corner.

“Can I help you?” A tall, pretty redhead asked them.

Riley adopted her best professional stance, radiating that she had every right to be there as she replied, “Yes, I’m looking for Detective Rys. Have you seen him?”

“He’s around here somewhere, that’s his desk,” she pointed to one close to the windows, “I’m sure he’ll be with you in a moment. I’m Lilith,” she offered her hand.

Riley took it, “Nice to meet you, Lilith! I’m Riley. Are you a homicide detective?”

“No, just a sketch artist,” she smiled.

“Oh? Are you working on the Hayes case?”

“Miss Nevrakis!” a voice called across the room.

“Oh, that’s me, gotta go!” Lilith gave her an apologetic smile as she scurried over to a desk near the water cooler to talk to the man who had called her name and a nervous-looking woman standing next to him.

“Hey! That’s Liam’s boss!” Riley squeezed Max’s arm, “Aren’t you two related? Go see if you can get any information out of him!”

“I don’t think so, Riley. He doesn’t really like me….”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, something about our family’s money being tainted and me taking it.”

“He doesn’t take any? No trust fund? Nothing?”

“Nope. Can’t you tell?”

She cocked her head to one side taking in the off-the-rack suit and shoes that had probably come from Mervyn’s or Sears. Bertrand Beaumont looked like every other police detective in the department. Eschewing the Beaumont money, he had risen to head of homicide on his own merits. A good twenty years older than Maxwell, he viewed his young cousin as irresponsible, frivolous, and entitled.

“Okay, fine. But that’s a little judgy. Not taking the money won��t wind back time and fix what your great-grandfather did.”

“That’s what I said!” People fell into two broad categories when they found out he was a Beaumont. They either judged him on his family’s history of having built its fortune from organized crime, or they wanted to use him for his money and family connections. Riley fell into neither of those categories. It was just another reason that he liked her.

“What are you two doing here?” Liam’s voice was so close behind her that she jumped.

Whirling to face him, Riley answered, “Looking for you!”

“I already told you that I’m not giving out confidential case information, Riley.”

“Well, then it’s lucky for you that I’m here to help you!”

“You’re here to help me?” Liam scoffed, “How?”

“I know someone that might have a motive for killing Trenton Hayes.”

Liam’s mouth fell open, “How the hell did you already find out the name of the vic? We haven’t issued any-“

“Detective Rys!” Bertrand’s voice boomed out as he strode across the room, clearly seething.

Confusion spilled across Liam’s features, “Yes sir?”

Bertrand waved a page from a sketchbook in the air, “Do you want to tell me why the main suspect in your murder case looks exactly like your brother?”

[foxydivaxx]

Gossip Girl AU Prequel: Z After Dark Chapter 3

A Gossip Girl story ain't a Gossip Girl story without Gossip Girl herself showing up. So this is Gossip Girl's first recorded appearance in-universe. Warnings: sexual content, alcohol

This just in!! Mihawk Dracule has filed from divorce from Terra Roronoa!! As if that ain't enough, Arashi, Zs father has filed for divorce as well. Apparently, the guy filed for divorce but somehow the woman blocked it.

Great news for Z, his new music has been widely acclaimed. Now the question remains, what is Z's next move? Watch this space because things are about to get heated as the summer holidays come to a close.

And who am I? That's one secret I will never tell.

XOXO,

Gossip Girl

Zoro wakes up screaming and panicking. “Baby what’s wrong?” Sanji asks groggily as Zoro’s screams woke him up. The greenette begins to pant, gasping for air as fear begins to paralysed him. He was having yet another nightmare relating to his mum and her abuse. This one involved his mother beating and kicking him repeatedly several times. This was why he asked Sanji to stay with him.

Sanji looked at him with deep concern and cups his face in his hands. “It’s okay, baby. That woman is not here and if she dares lay a hand on you, we will make her pay.”

He then hugs Zoro who simply hugs him back, tears flowing down his eyes. His childhood robbed, his identity stolen. All he ever is is a broken boy. That little boy that used to be there died the moment that woman began her work on him.

"I...I....I don't deserve this. All this fame. All this love. Everything." Sanji hugs Zoro tight and kisses his forehead. "You are wrong Marimo. You deserve everything and much more."

The greenette could only nod whilst Sanji continues to cuddle him. Sanji can understand how it feels to be in Zoro's shoes better than anyone. He is the son of Sora who is the Queen of Pop. Imagine the big shoes he and his siblings have to fill. Plus the fact that their father, rapper Judge Vinsmoke is a deadbeat dad and an abusive bastard at that, then you have traumatized kids.

"Remember when we first met?

Sanji grins. "You made fun of my brows and called me Curly and I fired back and called you Marimo because of your hair and we had a nasty argument that day."

They both laughed. "I believe we were 6 year olds then." says Zoro. "Yeah. I think so. The fact that we are still together is funny. I mean, everyone thought we hated each other till one day out of the blue, I called you my husband."

Sanji falls over laughing. "I still can't believe you fucking said that!!"

"Got jealous because Maria kissed you." Sanji just giggles. "Jesus fucking Christ!! So that was why you pulled me away from her?!" Sanji asked. Zoro nods.

"I envied Sukuna because that bitch had rizz back then. Still fucking does. I even thought he was gonna steal you from me." Zoro admits. "So that is why you even act bitchy towards him huh?"

"That plus that was why I lost my virginity at that gay bar in Italy to Griffith. You know? That rich guy I met at the club there. He was my boyfriend for like 3 months then."

Sanji gasps. Everyone knows the Griffith story but not the full details. He never knew how wild Zoro was back then. Considering he himself did similar shit, like hello he worked at a strip club at the time so he knows the drill. But damn. "Dude!! How did you fucking sneak into a fucking gay bar?! Like you were fucking 13 then!!"

"Perona helped. That is all I can say about that. Either way, the guy was quite charming and good looking."

"Yeah but not as hot as I am right?"

"Yes."

"But what made you break up with him?"

"The motherfucker cheated on me with some French model. Like the bitch used me for cheap publicity. Not helping was Sesshomaru leaking out my private details to the press around that time."

"Now I get why we never saw you in school for years."

"Either way, that is the past. You know what? Maybe I should come back to school. But before that, we should celebrate the summer. Like I wanna do fun stuff with you my buddies. I mean, can you believe that I have never chilled in the fucking pool not even once?!"

A bright idea pops up in Sanji's mind. "I think now is the time to host a pool party."

"THAT SOUNDS AWESOME!!"

"Like we can host it this weekend. Of course we will ask Mihawk for permission. Then we will invite those that we trust. Food, booze, you name it. We will sort that. And most importantly..."

Sanji rolls them aorund so that he was on top of Zoro and kisses his lips. "I will give myself to you that day. Yes Daddy, I want you to dominate me that day and fuck me silly and make me your sugar baby officially. I want you to be the King you fucking are."

Zoro was taken aback by this at first. He did not expect Sanji to be that open about it like that. Though to be frank, he and Sanji have been acting like a couple for a long time. They never brought up the sex conversation before.

"If that is what my baby wants, then I will give it to you and spoil you rotten." Sanji giggles and proceeds to make out with him.

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Later that weekend, all of Zoro's friends get invited to the pool party that was being hosted at Mihawk's house. The media gets wind of it of course and every single blog talks about it.

Zoro no longer gives a shit. He is all about having a great time. None of the adults are around. Well, the staff are obviously but the parents are out of town so that the kids can have their fun.

"Now this is what I'm talking about!!" says Sukuna as he sips on some beer in a plastic cup. "About time Big Z hosted us properly without a certain someone breathing down our damn necks!!" says Rukia.

Zoro snorts with laughter. His eyes then fall on Sanji who was having a chat with Nami and Gojo next to the barbecue spot. Sukuna and Eren exchange smirks.

"Are they or aren't they fucking?" Usopp asked. Everyone laughs. Sanji blushes. "OI!! BITCH WHAT THE FUCK?" Zoro raises an eyebrow. "Really dude?" he says in a joking tone.

"Just what I wanna know too." Zoro rolls his eyes. Of course this motherfucker would show his dirty face at his own party. He whips around and glares daggers at a smirking Sesshomaru.

Zoro remembers the conversation he and Sanji had the night before. He no longer fears anyone anymore. "Why the fuck are you here? No one fucking invited you."

Everyone stops what they are doing and watches the drama unfold. Sesshomaru has a fake hurt expression on his face. "Oh come on!! That is no way to speak to a friend."

"You stopped being a friend the moment you leaked out my whereabouts and private information to the paparazzi and media.I also got intel that my mamma was paying you to spy on me."

Jaws drop at that revelation. "It's not what you think."

It was at this point that Zoro just explodes and goes off on him. "Or really? Oh and what about that that interview you gave where you said shit about my sex life? I get that I was underage and stuff but bitch you had no fucking right!!" Sesshomaru gets on the floor and tries to crawl away. Sanji places a hand on Zoro's shoulder. That calms him down.

"Good thing you showed your dirty face here. One less bitch left to deal with because I have already started weeding all you fake bitches out of my life which as why I never invited you!!"

He gets down on his knees, the signature Roronoa death glare in place. Compared to before, the death glare was a lot more menacing. Everyone in the room literally cowered in fear. "I suggest you and your little bitches run because if I still fucking find you bitches in here, I will not hesitate to send you bitches to hell." he says in the coldest tone he could muster.

With that, Sesshomaru and his cronies run for it. "Bet the bastard will go report to his mistress." says Sanji. "Let him. Besides, the woman has no power anymore. Either way, bae you and I got something to attend to." Zoro whispers.

Sanji grins. "Lead the way." Zoro takes Sanji's hand and pulls him away. The others snicker as they all knew what was about to happen.

Once they are in Zoro's room, Sanji locks the door behind him. Zoro grabs his lover and slams him against the wall, kissing him passionately.

Sanji lets out a moan as Zoro leaves a trail down his neck. Thankfully, they were wearing boxers which makes things easier for them. They pull down each other's boxers and move over to the bed.

Zoro crawls on top of him and stares lovingly at Sanji. "Why ain't I a lucky son of a bitch?" Sanji chuckles. "I can say the same about myself too."

The greenette gets to work and begins to kiss and bite certain parts of the blonde's skin, leaving him a moaning mess. "You are mine Sanji. Remember that." Zoro growls out. Sanji could feel his cock twitch with excitement as Zoro was now taking more control, owning his sexiness for once. He was finally maturing into the tiger that he truly was.

"Ah...Zoro...."

It seemed like the Sesshomaru incident had caused Zoro to snap as he kept on torturing Sanji but teasing him relentlessly. He spies the lube on the bedside table and grabs it. He pours a generous amount on his fingers and inserts one into Sanji's hole.

Sanji hisses in pain at first. It has been a while he has had sex. "You okay babe?" Sanji nods. "Been a while." Once he feels settled, he nods at Zoro who begins to slowly push his finger in and out of Sanji's ass.

Sanji moans in pleasure. "Fuck that feels good....." Zoro smirks and begins to get aggressive and inserts a second finger in, continue to thrust, earning more moans.

He then inserts a third one and increases his speed. "This is just the beginning bae. Once I insert my cock into you, I will make you lose your mind."

"D-DON'T TALK DIRTY LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING MOSSHEAD!!" Zoro laughs and pulls out his fingers. He then flips Sanji around so that he was on all fours. "Oh you are seriously asking for it you dirty brat!!"

He then proceeds to smack his butt real hard, earning a loud howl. Zoro continues to spank him until his asscheeks are completely red.

Sanji was happy about this. This was what he clearly wanted. He wanted Zoro to lose his mind like that and dominate him like the bad bitch that he is.

Sanji just smirks. "That all you got." Zoro raises an eyebrow. "Don't get too cocky bitch." He then spreads his ass cheeks and without warning, inserts his cock into his hole.

"AAH!!"

Zoro smirks and continues to pound into that ass without warning. "Oh my...fuck!! AH YES!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME HARD!!" Sanji screams.

"That's it you dirty slut!! Take all of me!!" He keeps on fucking the living daylights out of him. Sanji begins to cry out some incoherent gibberish as it just feels good.

Soon, Zoro hits his prostrate which makes him see stars. "AH!! FUCK!!!" Zoro keeps on attacking that same spot, pulling Sanji back and capturing his lips in a kiss. "Fuck...I...I'm getting close." With one last final thrust, both men cum at the same time.

"Wow..." Sanji says, panting. Zoro soon pulls out and falls on the bed, chuckling. "I think I overdid it."

"Nah that felt good." Zoro helps to clean them up and the two head back outside, holding hands. "So, does this make us official?" Sanji asked. Zoro grins. "Yes it does."

Meanwhile, Sesshomaru is dragged and dumped in front of Terra. "Useless fool." she says. "I couldn't kill him. Not with that many people there."

"Excuses. Excuses. Excuses." She pulls out a gun and points it at him. "Say hello to your mother for me." Without hesitation, she pulls the trigger. Sesshomaru closes his eyes and says a silent prayer, preparing for the worst only for nothing to happen.

He opens his eyes to see a flag sticking out of the gun saying "Sike." She smirks. "Be grateful I did not stoop that low." She then whispers in his ear. "You were always a more worthier son to me than Zoro anyway." With that, she walks way with her guards following her, leaving a confused Sesshomaru behind.

Things are getting out of hand here. Terra as you can see is one heck of a scary woman.

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Deliciously dark!Aemond x oc (SnowFalls) CHAPTER 3:SNOW DRIFTS

CONCEPT: You have become Aemonds spoils of war and his wife after he killed everyone at your home. Now he will try to gain more allies for his brother's cause, and one of your eldest enemies returns.

WARNINGS: Dubcon, non-con, graphic descriptions of sex, violence, smut, rough sex, dom/sub themes, humilation, spankings, torture, abuse, mentions of cheating, heartbreak and other tragedies.

You slept but barely. The nightmares haunted you all night. The biggest nightmare is already gone when you awake in a room that is not yours. You turn on your belly and feel a rough kick between your legs. Your muscles hurt. You groan and quickly look and there is dried blood on the spots where you were sleeping.

No wonder he left. You get out of bed and try to put on your ripped clothes. It doesn't fit anymore. Only your wedding cloak does. You wrap it around you, shielding your body.

You walk through the door and into the next area where your brother used to receive guests. There is a stern-looking woman sitting on the couch. She eyes you and your cloak. You understand right away Aemond put her there. She gets up perfectly still and moves over. Judging you.

You don't like her right away. 'So you're the new princess. I am lady Maeridth.' You don't care. You were hurt by your husband, spanked and fucked sore and your family is dead. Who cares about this lady?

Yet you introduce yourself. Very softly. 'Willa WyldeWoods.' She shakes her head and clicks her tongue.

'Willa Targaryen. You have taken your husband's name. As is custom.' You would never have taken it voluntarily. You were forced to become his wife.

You feel insulted and hurt that she makes it sound like you choose it. 'I didn't take anything.'

She ignores your outburst. 'Shall we go back inside the room? I'm afraid there are some unpleasant measures I need to do.'

You follow her uneasily to go back to the room. You see her inspect the linen. 'Very good. That is a sign of a wonderfully consummated marriage.' She is delighted at your bloody spot.

You want to hit her. She turns to you. 'Show me your body.'

You freeze clutching the cloak tighter. 'W-what?'

She sighs. 'I need to see if I need some poppy milk for you or if you'll do fine without it. You are limping and in pain. Show me how bad it is.' You drop your cloak.

She inspects your nipples and your neck. There are some fresh bite marks here and there. You didn't even notice he bit you. She spreads your legs and it hurts before she even has touched you. She gently feels the irritated sensitive and tired-out skin.

You confess to her. 'He kept going. He didn't care I was crying. He didn't care I was tired.' You recall it that way.

She laughs at that. You come close to hitting her. 'If he won't care now, he won't care in the future. See this as a victory. You know who he is now.' A beast. An animal and a raper. He didn't care you were a maiden. It didn't matter at all.

'A monster.' You groan.

She gives you a warning glare. 'You can never say such things if anyone is with us. You are a princess now but you'll never be a Targaryen. You are disposable and they already have what they needed from you. Only Aemond saved you.' You realise that.

The door is opened and your husband enters. The lady bows for him and you minick her. You want to run away and hide. He just smiles at you. It's enough to make you want to curl up somewhere and cry. You should've fought more. You should've fought harder. You feel shame and disgust.

The cloak still covers your body. 'My beautiful wife. Finally awake? You slept deeply.' You want to make a mean comment but keep silent.

The lady scurries off like a rat in the Harbor. You keep ignoring him. 'Oh. I see. Someone is a little upset. Don't even try to blame me, you were wet and enjoying yourself too.' He grits out.

You do blame him. He rips the cloak from your body. You shiver. 'Please, husband. I am cold. Give me my cloak.' You beg. The North is unforgiven. Even he is dressed for the cold.

He walks away from you. He goes to what remains of your dress. 'Do you still have dresses here? You can't walk around with just a cloak covering up that body. That would be too tempting for my guards to resist.' You think of the two guards. How they raped that girl. And dozens of others.

You hope he is trying to scare you. 'Surely they are loyal enough-' he raises his hand and it's all he needs to do to get you quiet as a mouse.

He continues where he left off. 'They are killers and men. Never assume we won't take easy prey. We will.' You shiver at those words.

You defend yourself. You feel insulted. You are not meek. You are not weak. You are strong.'I am not easy prey.'

He laughs. 'You were an easy little conquest for me. I put more effort into putting my eye in. You are only alive because I allow you to be. Don't forget that the next time you're supposed to be pleasing me.' He remarks coldly and you feel your smile vanish and make place for terror and fear.

You quickly begin to apologise. You are ashamed that he thinks you did your job poorly. You didn't know much. 'I was just a maiden I didn't know-' you try.

He leans in and shushes you. 'That sounds like a you problem. Get educated. It won't be long before I want that Northen savage cunt again.' You never liked people calling you that.

You growl but still stutter. 'I-im not a savage. I don't fuck my family or ride a dragon.' You bite out.

He chuckles dangerously. 'Take it off or I'll rip it off.' He warns when getting closer.

He waits before deciding to get rid of your cloak himself. He grabs your wrists and pins you to the side of the bed and sighs deeply when humming and getting his belt off.

You scream and cry like a pig that's being slaughtered. You shake your head at him, instantly regretting it. Especially when he turns you and touches your behind. You whimper. 'No! No..' You softly beg.

He grins before kissing your neck. Sucking it.'I take it you've never been fucked in your ass before? It's very common under savages.' You can't tell if he's joking.

You try to save what can be saved. 'Y-you are not a savage. I am. My family was worthless and you are so good for me please don't...' the rest is just you wailing and crying.

He listens to it, pleased. He roughly rubs your folds and old blood sticks to his fingers. 'I am, aren't I? I'm such a good husband to you. I fuck your pretty pussy. I gift you nice things and I let you rest after fucking you into sleep yesterday. It is not unheard of that a wife gets woken up or that she is even hit if she falls asleep on the job.' You look anywhere but his eye.

You remind him kindly that you don't do punishment. 'I do not respond well to physical punishment. Daddy didn't spank me. Mommy didn't either and-'

He smiles. 'O, I have faith you'll pick it up eventually. I'm patient.' You try to speak sense into him.

'I don't want to become scared. You are supposed to be my husband and my protector. I-'

'Hush. I want your ass in a gown and I want you downstairs in the hall shortly. Am I clear?' You give up and nod.

'Yes...'

He pets your head. 'Good girl. Put on something pretty hm? I liked the gown you wore the other day.' He says before getting up and marching out of the room.

--- Servants clean the blood away. Bodies are carried downstairs and sometimes heads roll through the hall when someone drops them.

Your husband waits in the hall with his mother, brother and grandfather. You don't give them the satisfaction of a glance.

Aemond kisses your cheek and you avoid eye contact with any other Targaryen. Two guards are busy putting heads on the gates and you watch the heads get smashed in so they can properly put the stake in it.

You think of the Starks. Maybe they will save you. But they need to be quick. 'Edric Duskwoods wrote us.' You heard of the DuskWoods. They are friends of the Stark and helped fight the Boltons. You wonder what Edric wants.

'Who?' Aemond asks, tilting his head a bit. He almost looks cute when doing it.

Otto Hightower glares at you. You don't like it. You didn't do anything. You nervously touch your hair.

'Her betrothed.' The former queen says. Your eyes widen as you glance between her, Otto and finally back to Aemond.

Your mouth opens and closes uttering words but no sound comes out. You are betrothed. You didn't know.

Aemond sighs. 'You didn't tell me you were engaged.' He says, and you hear some jealousy in his voice.

You are quick to blurt out. 'B-because I wasn't! Mommy or daddy must have had a hand in it. The word must have reached The Willowswood that they died.' They somehow send the DuskWoods a raven. Somehow.

You realise that was not possible. Someone else did it for you. Someone else in this castle.

Aegon grins. 'Bring the cunt in. Let's see what he wants and what he brings. Maybe he wants to offer me a Northern bitch as Well.'

The doors are opened and you stop pulling your nails. Edric enters and he is even more handsome than you remembered. He is 21 summers you are 20.

Edric doesn't bow. He struts in and walks to the Hightowers. Aemond pushes you behind him, keeping his hand firmly on your shoulder. 'Dragonstealer and One-eyed Kinslayer. Shall we add wife-stealer to the list of your nicknames?' Edric asks, and you admire his courage.

Aemond doesn't even blink. Come to think of it; He does that rarely anyway. 'Why not. I quite like that one.' His brother laughs and the two of them advance on Edric.

You whimper softly. 'What are you doing here?' You ask him. 'It's dangerous here.'

He smiles sweetly at you. You feel a blush creep up and quickly hide it. Aemond notices it and pushes you even closer to him, glaring at you.

Edric presents a beautiful handwoven necklace to you. 'Lady Wyldewoods. I'm so sorry we didn't get a chance to meet earlier. This could all be prevented. I'm sorry that monster took your innocence-' You don't agree but you surely don't disagree.

'This monster was being encouraged and begged to fuck your little lady. She fucked me back.' Aemond says. He doesn't care how embarrassed you'll get or how much shame you feel.

Edric scoffs. 'Like she had much of a choice. I want back my wife, you thief. Hand her or lose your other eye.'

Aemond reaches for his sword. Edric does the same. 'Stop! Edric. We can be allies. Surely you can find a way to support your new king?' Otto asks.

Edric frowns like he just got hit by a pan. 'You want me to support the man that stole my wife?' He asks. 'Things work differently in the North. Not all our loyalty can be bought.'

Edric shakes his head and walks out of the castle. Leaving you behind. Aemond chuckles victoriously and forces his lips on your ear. He gently sucks your lobe and you sniffle in his arms.

Another visitor enters. Unannounced. You notice the black burning raven banner and nearly piss yourself. You clamp to Aemond and quickly whisper. 'That house is our biggest enemy. What are the Warths doing here?'

Aemond smiles at you 'I invited them. We need their support too.' He says. You feel nervous and uneasy. You follow your husband around like a puppy, scared he'll leave you and you'll be defenceless.

Dorren greets Aemond before he smiles at you like he can peck your eyes out one by one. You force yourself to make a little curtsy and want to disappear again. Aemond grabs your arm and drags you like a conquest to his side.

Dorren's dark blue eyes go over your body approvingly before he looks at the king. He bows before Aegon. 'My king. How may I, a humble servant, serve you?' He asks lowly and mockingly.

Aegon seems amused by that and laughs before helping him up. The two of them do a side hug and Aegon demands your servants to bring in the good wine. 'Have you met my wife yet? Lady Willa Targaryen. She grew up within these walls.' Aemond tries to steal back the attention by a desperate attempt at starting an argument or drama.

Dorren gasps dramatically. 'Willa,' He says like he is Tasting your name. 'That can't possibly be the little WyldeWoods bitch they kept hidden in here?' He put down the cup Aegon handed in and takes you properly, even walking a circle around you.

You follow him, anxious he will pull out a dagger or another weapon. When he is done he grins scoffing. 'Well, I know a WyldeWoods bitch when I see one. Good luck with her, my Prince. WyldeWoods women are .. intense.'

Aemond smiles and strokes your cheek gently. 'They sure fuck that way.'

They both laugh and you turn your head away, playing with a ribbon on your dress.'Can I go back to my rooms?' You ask your husband.

Aemond shakes his head. 'No, come. I need someone to keep our wine coming.' He says when Dorren and Aegon sit down in the seating area that was once your father's.

You don't even want to go near Dorren when he is sober let alone drunk. 'There are servants for that.' You grit out.

Aemond's eyebrows raise at your challenge and you feel fear and something unknown take over. Dorren smirks. 'Oh, so entitled too. You are so spoiled.' He says delightedly.

He continues fantasying. 'If you were mine, you'd be whipped by now, little brat.' You gulp.

'I'm Aemonds. Not yours. Thank the old gods and the new for that.' You bit out.

You are grabbed roughly and your husband forces your chin up so he glare at you properly. 'Don't make me bare your ass and spank you here in public, little fox. Fill our cups, your remarks are not needed.' You obey, taking the cups and fill them with wine.

Dorren laughs subtly when you fill his cup as well, obeying your husband loyally and faithfully. Aemond doesn't even thank you. He just grins and snaps his fingers, pointing to his chair. You come over and prepare yourself to sit on his lap.

'Tell me, my king. My Prince. Is the North to your liking?' You already hate his slimy way of talking with Aegon and Aemond.

Aemond crosses his legs so you can't sit down on him and gives a subtle. You stand, next to him like a house servant. You never felt more shame and himulation. Tears threaten to fall but you keep strong. 'It's very beautiful and the scenery is quite complex and diverse-' Aemonds description is roughly interrupted.

'It's a frozen shithole wasteland, there are barely any good women here to fuck and most of them have covers of clothing you need to rip off first.' Aegon finishes.

Dorren ignores that comment. 'The women are...rare. Most of the houses are traditional and centuries old. They are wary of Targaryens. Most of the kingdom forgets...But the North? It remembers.' You stand a long time and soon your legs start to hurt.

You whisper to Aemond. 'May I sit, or be excused? My knees hurt.'

He just grins. 'What's stopping you from sitting on the ground?' The Cold ground. The floor. Like his pet, sitting by his side and being vulnerable to him.

'M-my dignity.' You whisper.

Aemond chuckles and you already know you won't like his answer. 'My sweet; you were fucked brutally by a man you'd only known for a few hours. You were wet and encouraging me to fuck you, every servant heard your cries when I made you come. What dignity are you speaking of? You have none.' He finishes brutally.

You feel tears fall and you bow your head. He takes your hand. 'On your knees, for me.' You obey, sinking to your knees.

He is not pleased and roughly spanks you. You cry out much to Dorrens delight. Aemond sighs before playing with your braided hair. 'No; silly girl. On all fours. Like when I fuck you. Surely you remember that?' He asks. 'Or do you need a quick reminder?' You whimper.

You swallow your pride, and kneel fully. Aemond grins. 'Just how I like them. Broken.'

Dorren is a little too invested in you. He likes to hear your soft whimpers and likes the sight of you crying. You just know he loves you being miserable. 'Does she behave in the bedroom? Or is she a naughty brat there too?' He is a little too interested.

Aemond grins, he doesn't seen to mind these personally questions. 'She is very submissive to me. She knows when she has met her match. She sometimes fights a bit but its nothing I can't handle.'

You are sometimes touched or petted briefly. You feel hollow and empty like a bottle without liquid. You are just his toy.

Most of the conversation goes by without you even noticing it. You are busy keeping your head up; despite it being lowered. You are busy fighting the urge to scream and to cry and to just crawl away in a corner.

At some point, Aegon takes Dorren to see his dragon. You and Aemond remain. You are grabbed by your hand and pulled to him. He places your chin on his knee and pets your hair. 'Were you paying any attention to our negotiations?' You shake your head, at loss for words.

'I-i didn't realise it was requested of me.' You'll be in trouble now. You didn't even remember half of what they talked about. Was it about the armies that he wants to know? Or maybe he'd like to know about how long the alliance will take? It won't matter anyway because you don't have the correct answer and that means that you are getting hurt. Again.

He scoffs softly tracing his fingers over the pattern that your tears left on your cheeks. 'It wasn't. I do have a few favours to ask. Come.' He stands up and you follow his example.

'Yes?' You ask.

He sighs and curses. You tense up and look for help. But the loyal guards are all gone. And the new ones won't ever help you. 'You know close I am to just taking you right here?'

You freeze up. There are still servants. There are still guards. People that used to look up to you. 'And no one would bat an eye at it. I am your husband. I can fuck you wherever I damn well please. If that means in the living room, in front of our guests and servants: so be it.' He says coldly.

He looks at the paintings on the walls. Your entire history is there. 'Your ancestors would understand. I am the conqueror, you are my conquest.'

Aegon and Dorren return, looking close as thieves. Friends forever and all that. You feel worried before they even returned.

Aegon smacks his hands together and grins .' We made a wonderful agreement. He agreed to let us have about half his armies and some of the Boltons.'

Aemonds eyebrows raise and there is approval but also something else. Jealously. 'How did you manage that?'

Aegon leans in and whispers something in his brothers ear. Aemond pales but nods. 'My lady wife is not in the mood for it. There is blood everywhere on her body. She is a bit messy.' You start to catch on.

Your heart drops and shatters. Your legs are ready to run. Your breath is fast and you look around panicking.

Dorren shrugs with a smile. 'I am used to my bitches bleeding when I fuck them.' Them. You. He wants you. You were promised in exchange for troops.

You stutter. 'N-no. I can't. He is my enemy.'

Aegon gives you a warning glare. 'You'll survive this. We want our armies, little girl. You already are a whore what's the problem?' Something snaps and before you have realised what you've done you've hit the king across his stupid face.

'I am not a whore!' You scream. Aemond stalks up very fast behind you and before you can act he has grabbed you and smacks you so hard across your face that it leaves a red mark and causes you to fall to your knees.

You sob. You don't want this. You are scared.

Aemond stands in front of you, kicking you with his feet to get you to look up. 'Never speak that way to my brother again, wife. Go prepare yourself. You reek of Cum and blood. He will want a proper toy.'

--- You are wearing another revealing gown. Aemond and Aegon are not far from you and escort you to the bedroom you were previously sleeping in.

'I will never forgive you this.' You promise Aemond. He doesn't speak. He just ignores you.

Aegon turns you before whispering in your ear. 'Get in there and fuck him good. We want his armies.' He smacks your behind.

You are so scared.

'I am your wife!' You cry out. 'I thought I meant something to you! Is this why I obeyed you blindly?!'

He tenses up. He shrugs. 'I can always get a new one. You don't matter to me. You're just a quick fuck to kill my time with. Get in there, whore.' You are pushed and stumble into the room.

The second you are in, they lock the door leaving you alone with Dorren.

Dorren smiles when he sees your gown. You sink to the floors, clutching your knees and start to cry. 'I haven't even touched you yet. That Targaryen didn't please you, did he?' He sinks to his knees and touches your face gently.

'You know what I think, little Willa?' He adds.

'N-no?' You mutter.

He lifts your chin. 'That he doesn't appreciate what he has. That he doesn't love you the way I would love you. That annoying silver-haired cunt doesn't know shit about your needs as a Northern woman.' Your needs. Some things you'd enjoy but if you could just get Aemond to pleasure you differently it would help. Make it tolerable.

'What are my needs?' You whisper.

'Have you ever been held down?' He suggests. You think back to your first time. 'I ...I was forced to kneel.' You still feel his grip on your legs pushing and pulling you on his body. 'And to...to lick his...'

He sighs. 'You are my enemy. A WyldeWoods.'

He adds before removing his hand. 'But you are also just a girl. You could've been my sister. I wouldn't want this happening to my sister. Or any girl.'

You don't understand. 'Yet you are fine with accepting me as your price. To do the same thing he did.' You remark coldly.

He sits. 'I came to warn you. We are supposed to stay far away from the flames of Valyria as Northern folk. You included.' He says.

'You don't know what your actions can inflict in the future.' You whisper

You don't trust him. You think it's a trap to get your guard down. So you keep aware and keep your distance. Even when the Targaryens are let in.

Aemond and Aegon enter. They see you sit still untouched with your hair pretty and your gown on. You see the veins in Aegons neck nearly snap.

Aegon eyes you a little more collected than Aemond but his temper is far worse. 'You little whore-' You scream and whimper when he grabs you. 'You think yourself too good for this, hm?' He asks, and even picks a dagger from his belt. You whimper as the cold metal touches your skin.

Dorren sighs. 'Let her be! 'She didn't resist. I am not in the mood that's all. You'll get your armies. Don't worry about that.' He promises quickly. 'Let the girl be. She did nothing wrong.' Aegon walks off with Dorren, still discussing the new arrangement.

You feel your hair stand up and cower when you are once again alone with Aemond in the same room you consummated your marriage in. 'You regretted sending me here, didn't you?' You ask.

He doesn't say anything but does come closer. 'You're right. I regretted it the moment I sent you away.' He says and touches your face lovingly. You feel very loved and special at that moment.

Until he grins and laughs at you. You lower your head and understand he was being sarcastic. Your gown is pulled up, exposing your behind.

You are pushed onto the bed. You feel his warm hands touch your behind, and you feel a soft teasing squeeze.

Part of you has already figured out you are about to be touched. 'W-what is happening?' You ask confused.

Aemonds lips curl into a smirk as he touches your naked back, unhooking your dress so it falls down, baring you naked. You feel vulnerable. 'If Dorren won't enjoy you, I will.' Your head is pushed down gently, and he grabs a spare pillow so your head can rest a bit.

He is busy taking off his clothing. You turn around to face him. You watch him take off his coat and his leather vest. Beneath it all is an impressive chest with muscles that still look healthy to you. You realise you are watching him strip and quickly turn your head away. 'Dorren said something.' You start this conversation with sweating hands and little confidence.

'Hm.' Is his response.

He is not very talkative. Sadly, you are. Especially when you are nervous like now. 'He said that I as a northen woman have needs you as a southern man might not understand.' You try to guess his reaction, but his face remains expressionless. He only blinks sometimes and takes off his belt.

'Hm.' He says again before dropping his pants to the floor, kicking them off his feet. You watch. You fear him, but your curiosity is much stronger than whatever fear you feel. He stalks over to you, naked.

You are gently pushed to lay again, your head and body away from his face. You know its now ot never. 'And he also suggested something. I want to try it, if I have your consent and permission.' You blurt out too quickly. He just glares at you before removing his eyepatch. You gawk at the giant scar and politely turn your gaze away from it.

He laughs, scoffing, and forces your chin up. 'You talk a lot. Don't tell me I need to invest in some gags?'

You feel your courage die off again and are pushed onto the bed. His hands enter your body, and you are stimulated again. He won't take you dry. That's something, at least.

You try to picture things that make you happy and feel safe, but all you can think about is his body and how it will slam inside you soon. Your muscles around your pussy tighten and you feel a familiar wetness grow alongside a too familiar hunger.

Aemond doesn't say anything but stops pleasuring you. Your hands are grabbed, and you are forced to please your husband with your hand. You don't mind it but won't look at it. He wants to shove it in you again.

You roll on your back, facing him. He grabs your arm and forces you to kneel again. You break free of his grip and try to get him to understand you. He has no respect for that, however. 'No, bad girl.' He scolds, and eventually, he wins. He is much stronger, and you are forced to comply.

'Wait... I want you to be on top of me.' You admit. His good eye narrows. 'I'd like that very much.' You add with a whisper. 'As if we are regular man and wife.' 'Just us making love.' You finish.

Something changes. He leans in and touches your face gently. You pout your lips ready for his kiss...

Instead, you feel two strong hands wrap around your throat, nearly choking the life out of you. You try to get him off you.

You cry out when he releases you. 'You're funny. You are mine, little fox. I will have you how I want. Will you get into position, or do you need a spanking?' You obey, kneeling when tears stream down your face and sobs rock your body.

He rubs your back, trying to calm you down. He adds softly whispering. 'And I don't make love, I fuck. I sure as hell don't love you. Am I understood?' You feel stupid for thinking this would be different.

You hide another soft sob. 'Yes, my Prince.'

He seems that as your consent and forces you down with your head into the pillow. You feel him climb the bed and hear it cracking. You softly whisper your ritualistic prayer and pray to the old golds and the new gods.

''Are you praying?' He asks, still not inside you. He sounds surprised.

'I am.' You admit. You don't know why. You won't be saved.

He laughs. 'Like your old tree gods can help you now. If you'd like to pray, pray to me. I am your God now.' He shoves himself inside with a grunt, and you are stuffed up.

'Please be gentle.' You beg.

There is a smack on your behind, and you do not like the pain. 'You wouldn't like it gentle. You like it rough and dirty. You are a filthy little whore.' You don't like his harsh words and his insults.

'I would appreciate a softer approach.' You tell him hoping he understands it.

He just laughs. 'You have little to appreciate and even less to want.'

The fucking intensifies when you shut up. Sometimes you moan or whimper in pain out loud. Once you notice you are doing it, you instantly stop.

There is a sharp pain as he goes even deeper roughly scratching you out and impaling you. You groan. 'Argh.'

You force yourself silent for the other trusts. 'Don't be silent, little wife. Keep your grunts and moans coming.' He likes hearing it.

You moan on purpose, but it sounds very fake. 'Don't overdo it.' Is his cold remark. You feel ashamed.

'Yes, my Prince.' You mutter.

You groan and tighten your grip as his body slams against yours roughly claiming you on the spot. You feel your whole body shake on the cracking bed. He uses your hair to control and steer you.

He takes you so hard and brutally that you are worried about permanent damage. With a grunt, he injects himself in you. You relax, knowing the worst has passed. Unlike last time, there is no pleasure for you.

He gets up and walks to the bathroom, leaving you to gather your thoughts.

You roll your hips to your fingers, pretending it's Edric fucking you. But soon your mind wanders and it's Aemond who fucks you in your daydream. Not Edric. You try to force him out but it doesn't work. You imagine him spanking you roughly, pushing you under him and pinning you down when you beg him for more. He is rough and your needs only raise and raise.

You feel like you've hit a limit and softly rub yourself a bit harder.

There is a harsh smack on your exposed legs and you scream opening your eyes. Your husband eyes you.

He leans in close. 'Come here then, little greedy fox.' You obey and are grabbed and shoved on your back again. This time you get it even more painful. Black spots dominate your vision as you try to keep from moaning but it's no use. It is too good. You finish much faster than he did.

You seek comfort in his arms. You snuggle up to him and happy smile. 'What are you doing?' He asks, confused.

You smile but your smile dies when you notice his glare. 'I cuddle with you-' You are interrupted and pushed off.

'I don't want cuddles.' He groans out.

'O,' you say like a silly goose. 'I-I see..' You hope that is the end of it but its not. He lectures you on his boundaries and you feel horrible for breaking them. You just wanted some affection and kindness from him.

He even sits up to do so. 'We are not in a romantic or social relationship. Our marriage is convenient. Nothing more. I don't want cuddles. I want heirs.' He says clearly.

'O-of course. I didn't see it any different.' You lie to yourself and to him. You don't want to admit that you did think a loveable marriage was possible. One filled with love and joy.

He scoffs. 'Lying is your worst skill. You suck at it.'

You don't take effort to respond. 'Will I be allowed to find happiness elsewhere?'

He freezes before tensing up. 'Are you asking me if you can fuck other men?' You know it's not unheard of.

You nod weakly. 'I-i mean...Eventually. I want someone to love me, eventually. After I've known him for a while and he has your approval as well as mine I might share the bed with him.' You explain your plan and it sounds very reasonable in your head.

Until Aemond groans and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you to him. You cry out confused and scared and are pushed over his legs. You already know what's next and whimper before he has hit you.

'Ow! Ow stop! Stop it!' You cry out as he smacks your ass. You break down in tears. 'I'm sorry!'

He grins feeling your breasts pinching your nipples. 'Such a little slut. You are lucky I fucked you two times tonight. But maybe my wife needs one final fucking to make sure she understands it fully.' You shake your head but it's already too late. He sinks in deeply.

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Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female Reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 9 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 10

Summary : You take a step forward with Bluey as he wouldn't stop touching you.

Warning : 18+, Dry humping, Bluey is a relentless little thing, reader wants it (no non con here folks), mentions of injury and blood, mentions of domestic violence

"So he can heal people? Just like that? Phil is not sick anymore?" Natasha asked you as you both mopped the corridor on the ground floor of the facility, she had the wet mop and you had the dry one, you both were mopping in an opposite rhythm.

"He is absolutely fine now, just how he used to be and you know how HIV is, it doesn't get cured, it only gets worse" you mumbled and she nodded

"Remind me to come visit him when I am dying of cramps" you chuckled, actually that wouldn't be such a bad idea for you as well. You saw Bruce passing by so you greeted him with a good morning and Natasha just stared at him, and he did the same. You saw the look and you knew what that look meant

"Soooo you know you are married?" You smiled and she blushed furiously, you could see her cheeks getting rosy

"I know that and I just.. he's just nice you know, the last time a man was nice to me was when I met Bucky, all those promises and he ended up hitting me on our wedding night, who am I kidding? Bruce might be the same" you sighed as she said that. You hated her husband, he was everything you hated about men.

"You know you need to leave him, he doesn't deserve you, he lies, cheats, hits you and he doesn't even have a job anymore" she sighed in response. It's not that she didn't want to but getting out of a loveless abusive marriage wasn't that easy especially when she didn't have the security to fall back onto.

"I'm just looking for a right time to kick him out" she told you and you nodded

"Dr Banner does have a kind heart, he risked everything to save bluey" you smiled and she blushed again

"You know what, shut up now"

"And he's tall, and very cute"

"Okay I see what you are doing"

"No I'm just saying.."

"Come on y/n who are we kidding? We are just janitors, we don't have what other women have, educated sophisticated women, we clean other people's garbage and the dirt they leave behind, reputable men like Doctor Banner wouldn't want us, he needed us that's why he noticed me, that's it, you remember your ex Clint right?" your smile faltered as she said that, she wasn't wrong but you just wanted her to find happiness. She didn't deserve such an unhappy life.

Your last ex boyfriend Clint was a cop, you felt exactly how you felt in all the flings you had before, they could never touch your soul, Clint didn't either but you wanted a man, a companion, a partner, that's the problem, you can't live with them and you can't live without them. He wasn't horrible to you, he was nice but at the end he found a lady who worked as a clerk in a bank, he told you that it was humiliating for him to introduce you to his peers and family because of your job and hence he ended the relationship.

That day you got paid so you bought ice cream for bluey, you had a feeling he would enjoy eating it. As soon as you stepped inside the apartment he peeked his head up from the freezer and looked at you. Home. You felt at home instantly

"Hey there, did you miss me?" He growled a little, you kept the ice cream inside the refrigerator and then walked towards him

"I am tired, so tired" you placed your forehead down on his as you sighed and closed your eyes. You can't wait for another Sunday. He stood up inside the freezer and all of a sudden he was towering over you so you looked up,

"Whattt bluey?" You asked him softly and he tilted his head. He hated it when you left him in the morning, but he knew that you had to, he wished he could have done something to help you but he didn't know how. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer for a hug, you hummed as you felt his cold body wrapped around you, one of these days you are just going to combust, you knew that.

It was exuberant to get home and have someone like him waiting for you, you were already addicted to his presence in your life, the way he could just make you feel so vivacious and sparkling with enthusiasm was something you have never had in your life, you always knew that there was something missing inside you, you lacked an important part of yourself, a piece of your heart, a fraction of your soul and he seemed like the last piece of that puzzle

"Thank you I needed that" you sighed in contentment and moved away from him

"I'll go take a bath and then you can watch me make dinner okay?" You told him and he nodded. Bath. He knew what bath meant, that's when you came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, that's when he got to see those extra exposed skin of your body. He was wearing just a little something down there, why did you keep yourself covered all the time? Why can't you be bare just like he was? Is it because you two are just friends? That's what you said. Friends, not lovers, what does lovers mean?

You turned the music on and he purred as he stepped out of the freezer, he sat down next to the cassette player, the vibration coming from the speaker made him feel calm for some reason.

You smiled as you looked at him. As soon as you got under the warm water, you couldn't help but wonder what other abilities bluey had. Five more months until the winter arrives, you talked to Bruce about that bullet in his head and he said that he can't operate him here, or in this city. It would be too risky and they would get caught, he wanted you to take him to Alaska in winter and he told you that he'd get there at the same time and operate him there.

You closed your eyes for a moment and when you opened it, bluey was staring at you, you gasped as you looked at him.

"Gods you scared me bluey" you took a deep breath and his eyes were fixated on your breasts, you used the bubbles to cover as much as you could.

"Bluey how did you get in here? The door is locked" you asked him and he put his head down on your shoulder. You couldn't help but let out a moan as he took a sniff, you grabbed his head and pointed towards the door

"Go out now okay?" You told him sternly and his eyes teared up, you have never seen him so sad even when he was all chained up, your presence made him happy and now you were making him sad.

He got up and you sighed, he twisted the door knob to step outside. It was locked, how did he get in?

Bluey didn't understand why you didn't want him around you, he didn't understand why his y/n didn't consider him a special friend, a lover. Did you already have a special friend in your life? Was that it?

He walked towards the window and there was a cat outside, mewling, she looked at him and growled so he did the same, he remember seeing a similar picture in the book you gave him, what was this thing? He didn't know but he had to explore so he looked at the door you used to get in and out and walked out. You were showering after the bath when you heard the door smashing shut so you put on a robe quickly, it only ended just below your buttocks but you didn't have time. Your heart stopped as you didn't find him in the room, you checked the freezer and he wasn't there either. Where did he go? Your eyes teared up instantly. If he gets caught they'll take him away and hurt him.

You quickly bolted downstairs, indecently dressed and barefooted to look around but you didn't find him, a shard of broken glass got stuck in the bottom of your leg, making you cry out in pain

"The backstreet" you mumbled to yourself, you lived in a very unsafe neighborhood and luckily not many people roamed around here during the afternoon so you just hoped that he was okay and nobody saw him, you turned towards the nearest alley, and there he was trying to communicate with a cat, she was growling at him and he was doing the same,

"Blueeeyy" he looked at you as you called out his name, he walked towards you and pointed towards the cat, he must have seen her from the window.

"We have to go now okay?" You grabbed his hand, he could see you limping and tilted his head, you felt so scared that he'd be seen by someone. As soon as you reached your apartment you glared at him

"Never ever do that again do you understand?" you raised your voice and he took a step back, he growled as he pointed towards the window

"It's just a cat, just a cat, you don't go fighting every moving thing you see out there you hear me?" He didn't want to fight, he just wanted to play. You sighed as you felt yourself panicking. He was okay, he was here. You had to calm down. You put your feet up, the pain was starting to set in, he noticed the blood dripping out of you and his eyes teared up again.

You are bleeding. You are hurt because of him.

You sat down on the couch, the shard of glass was all inside the sole of your feet, it hurt just looking at it.

He quickly sat down on the floor in front of you and pulled it out, then he rubbed his fingers over the wound like he did for Phil. You almost forgot about that healing quality of his. Experiencing it yourself was .. magical

"Thank you" you told him and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the kitchen to wash the blood off him and you cleaned yours as well. While you wiped the blood stain off the floor, he was feeling horrible for going out, he shouldn't have, you got hurt because of him. He wouldn't have gone anywhere if he was chained up so he grabbed one of your scarf that you have taken out to wear in case it gets too cold and walked towards you

"A gift?" You asked him as you wiped your tears, you could have lost him today and just the thought scared you. He shook his head as he heard you .

He wrapped it around his neck and gestured you to tie him up with it, he deserved to be tied up, you never got hurt when he was tied up.

"Bluey what.." before you could finish your sentence he sat down on the couch and tied his legs somehow

"Blueeey nooo nooo blueyy" you started sobbing as you finally understood what he meant, and it broke your heart,

"Oh blueey Give that to me okay? And nooo..never" you sat next to him and cupped his cheeks, the tears fell on them so you wiped them away, he didn't have to feel as if he deserved to be tied up, you'd never want to see him like that again.

"Bluey I.. I love you okay? I …love you..and I can't lose you. You know out there.." you pointed towards the door and he looked at it

"People are bad, they will hurt you, you can not go out there" your voice cracked as you spoke, you can't imagine horrible people out there hurting him again

"They won't understand who you are and they'll get scared, they will attack you and you'll get caught again" you pecked on his cheeks one by one and he placed his head down on your chest

"I am not upset with you and I'll never put you in chains or tie you up so don't even think about it, you are free here and I know this apartment is small and not enough but.." you started crying and he hated it. He hated those tears, hated the look on your face. He hated that he was the reason for it.

"But this is all I can do, I will take you home, your home I promise, your world, you will see it again. Not now but someday definitely, alright? You just have to stay here for now"

You mumbled softly and he made the hut shape with his fingers then he pointed towards you

You nodded as he did that. You are his home. Atleast you are for now.

"Let me make dinner okay?" You got up from the couch but he grabbed your hand,

His fingers trailed over your exposed thighs making you tingle all over

"Blueeey" he looked at you, your voice came out all whispery and breathy. As his fingers reached the inside of your thighs you took a step back and you walked towards the kitchen

"Bed now, you need it after that stunt you just pulled" maybe putting pajamas on around him will be much better, you wanted him to touch you desperately but you didn't know if that was the right thing to do. Worst part is it didn't even feel wrong, it felt natural but then why did you feel so horrible like a monster?

You boiled the eggs for him and decided to make instant noodles for yourself as you didn't feel like doing much today, you washed your hand and when you turned around you bumped into him again. You looked up at him and he had that same look in his eyes, the look that said that he wanted to ravish you

"You are a stubborn one aren't you?' he tilted his head as you said that.

"What do you want hmm?" You asked him softly as you took few steps back until you hit the sink counter

"You want to see me?" You untied the strings of the robe, his eyes glanced at the exposed skin as your cleavage came into his view

"Come here" you bit on your lips and raised your hand forward so he walked towards you and grabbed it

"Do you know what to do now? What now hmm? What do you want to do to me?" You looked at him and he pressed his nose against the crook of your neck and took several sniffs like an animal

You slid the robe down from your shoulder, wrapping it around your waist as you held them in your fist so it wouldn't fall down, you weren't even wearing a underwear. His mouth parted slightly as he looked at your bare breasts, he placed his hands on your shoulders, rubbing his thumb over your collarbone then he moved down slowly, you closed your eyes and leaned your head backwards as his fingers brushed over your bosom,

"Ohhh blueyy" he purred as you moaned his name. Fuck the decency, you can't stop him anymore, if this makes you a monster then you'd want to be one, the way he touched you livened up every cell in your body and you didn't want him to stop. He tugged on the robe so you let it go and it dropped down on the floor leaving you in nothing, you were all naked in front of the man you lusted after so desperately. It's not that you were a virgin, far from it but he made you feel like one, you have never been with a blue man god so there was that.

"This is what you wanted? Wanted to touch me like this?" You asked him and he purred again, you pressed your body against him and he shuddered, he was hard, so hard, you could feel him straining under his boxers

"This is what I wanted too but I thought I would hurt your innocence, felt like a pervert, still do, but I can't stop you anymore now can I?" you rubbed your hand against his bulge and he let out a whiny sound. He wanted you to keep going, he wanted you to touch that part of him, the sensation felt so good and it kept intensifying more and more with every rub

You grabbed his hand and took him away from the kitchen, he watched your ass jiggling as you walked in front of him. Beautiful, he found you so beautiful. You laid down on the bed over a stack of pillows, then you folded your knees up and parted them, your glistening folds were met with his curious eyes

"Come here" you opened your arms and he crawled on the bed until he was between your legs

He needed a release, and you were going to give it to him but you wanted him to follow his base instinct. You still felt wary of the situation and didn't want to take an advantage of him. He kissed your forehead and he looked at your lips, so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly, he moaned right into your mouth, he tasted sweet and cold, you didn't expect him to taste like that but then what did you expect, he wasn't a normal human man.

The kiss was everything you hoped for it to be, you never thought you'd get him like this when you saw him the first time, yes you did think about him all night but you didn't think you'd get lucky enough to actually do this with him

He bucked his hips into your wet core and you moaned loudly,

"Mmmm that's it, keep going Bluey, that feels good?" He looked at you as you cooed in his ears, he nodded his head, he understood what good meant and it felt so good, better than anything he has ever felt before.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and you ran your fingers over the marks on his back, he purred so you kept doing it, his hips continued to move, he growled in your ear as the sensation started to build slowly, you knew he didn't have any orgasm since he got captured. You wanted his first one to be good and on his terms, you wanted him to use your body, however he seemed fit and you wanted him to take his pleasure from you

"That's it, that's it Bluey, keep going baby" you whispered in his ear and his pace increased, he growled and grunted, moaned and purred continuously, the sounds he made were heavenly and you just wanted to stay like that forever, the hardness of his flesh combined with the friction of the fabric against your clit drove you insane. He was all over you, he was humping you like an animal in heat and you absolutely cherished it.

He stopped his movements to catch his breath and looked down, he noticed the wet patch on the fabric he wore, his precum and your juices all combined like it should be. That's how it was supposed to be, you are not just friends, you could never be just friends after this.

"It's okay Bluey it's okay..breathe for me.. take a deep breath, that felt good?" You placed your hand on his chest, his heartbeat felt faster than ever. He nodded then he hid his face between your neck and shoulder as he felt bashful again. He was feeling shy about the situation, mainly because he found you so beautiful, so so beautiful and you were allowing him to touch you like this. He couldn't have been happier.

He started moving his hips again and your hands roamed down his back as you grabbed his ass, hard as rock, he was built like one of those Greek statues, carved out of perfection, you knew every inch of him was just divine. A god indeed.

"Goddd yesss.. yesss keep going.. that feels good blu, so good, oh yess" you whispered and then you moaned with him as the pleasure coursed through your veins, you were going to cum like this, you never came even with a man inside you but you were going to get an orgasm just from him humping against you,

"Mmmmmhmm ohhhh" he let out few sounds that sounded like words, the deep rumbling voice of his was like music to your ears, his pace increased, the bed was moving along with his rhythm, everything felt so raw and electric. The desperation was visible from both sides, it was purely lust but you both cared about each other more than anything, you're all he knew and loved, and you loved him too.

He moved his hips in circles once in a while, he knew what he was doing, his instincts kicked in, and all of a sudden you didn't feel like a pervert anymore. You felt like a woman in love who just wanted to share that feeling and her body with the man she was in love with. He was close you could tell, you knew once you get him inside you, you will never be able to look at any other man again, he would ruin you with everything he owned.

Few more humps and he made a noise that was a mix between an animalistic growl and a manly grunt, that sound combined with the movement of his hips was enough to throw you off the edge and you came along with him, right with him. He was breathing heavily after he orgasmed and made a mess inside his boxers, he kept his eyes on you, they twinkled with the pleasurable release he just had, he was so frustrated with not being able to touch you all this time and he needed this so badly, he wanted this or a version of this the moment he laid his eyes on you.

His special friend, his y/n, he wanted to explore this further, he wanted to see the different ways he could stay tangled around you like this, and he knew there were several ways. He just had a feeling. He also adored how beautiful his y/n was without any coverings on her, he loved your soft plump flesh underneath, the contrast of your warm skin against his cold ones felt soothing, the urge to bite the soft skin of your neck was strong but he controlled himself. He'd never hurt you. Never

"Blueeyyy?" You called out to him and he nodded

"Are you feeling hot? Do you need to go in your bed?" He shook his head but you knew that he needed it especially after this.

So you got up, and gave him a fresh pair of boxers then you took him to the shower and asked him to clean himself, you would but you didn't want to see him bare just yet.

You cleaned yourself up, and stepped out of the bathroom, a smile apparent on your face, you couldn't stop even if you wanted. You dressed up in a nightgown and when he came out all wet from the shower you dried him up and made him sit down in the freezer so he could catch his breath. You have taken the step you were dreading to take and you knew there would be no going back from here, not after what you felt as he rutted against you so shamelessly.

You had no idea what the future will bring for you two but you knew that you were going to live your life for once.

Even if it was temporary.

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CONTENT WARNING

Mentions of miscarriage, possible financial abuse, religion in places it shouldn’t be, maternal mortality.

I see the way most men parent and I think “why would you pressure your wife/girlfriend into having kids that you’re going to ignore?” The more time I’ve spent in the family dynamic of my mother’s boyfriend, it is being made very clear that in his head, women are just here to make children. He has about 6-7 children (I do not know because I have yet to meet them all) and he just gives money. His children come over and yet it is my mother, his eldest daughter or me, who is made responsible for the younger boys while he goes to work or soccer. Not only do I believe dynamics like these are because of the patriarchy/misogyny but I also believe they are a result of capitalism (in all of its stages) and affect the health and wellbeing of women negatively.

Most men see women as a vessel for children. This has been made clear by both my observations of individual heterosexual relationships and my knowledge of women’s access to contraceptives or abortion in North America. On the topic of the heterosexual relationships that I have witnessed, I will use the ones I am around most often, my grandparents and my mother and her boyfriend. My grandparents had their children in the eighties, my grandmother was a stay at home mom and my grandpa went out and made money. At the time of having her first child, she had no access to contraception (or no knowledge of it ) and no access to safe abortion. Therefore, the only answer was to get married. She had four daughters and an angel baby. After the loss, she had her tubes tied. While raising her family she had no say in where they lived or what her husband did with the money, she just had to be a homemaker. Obviously, this was normal for her culture and time but looking at it through a modern lens, it is a sad and lonely life. My mother’s boyfriend does something similar. He isolates her. They only go out with his friends or do what he wants. They live in a bachelor style basement apartment. She was on birth control that was causing major health issues and instead of him wearing a condom and her stopping it, she decided to keep it on (birth control patch) and suffer silently. She still got pregnant despite the patch and he said she had to keep it. She had no say in what to do with her own body or life. She was trapped, not having the financial resources to leave. After Christmas, she lost the babies to which he said something like: “just pray, it’s in God’s hands” because he somehow believed that would bring back the already decomposing fetuses. Not only was this a traumatic experience for my mom but around the same time her dad almost died and her boyfriend was the biggest burden in trying to go see him or do anything for my grandmother.

Parenting for a lot of men, especially in modern times involves either being the parent to punish children (the scary parent) or just giving money. There doesn’t seem to be an emotional aspect. In recent years there’s been an ever more common “baby mama” dynamic in families, it has always existed but it just seems to be more prevalent now. Men will have children with a woman, sometimes children she doesn’t even want and leave her for another woman and do the same thing repeatedly until they either kick the bucket or get married and ultimately cheat on their wife. This is incredibly toxic for everyone involved. These men then go on to have booming careers and everything they want in life while the woman is stuck taking care of his kid(s) that he sees for at most five days a month. On the days they do have their kids they will do the absolute most, post about it on social media and get praise from their friends but behind closed doors tell their children “I only have to love you every two weeks!”. I am giving this opinion from two perspectives, the child and the observer. In the position of the child, it is magical when you’re younger because you get to have a sleepover at daddy’s apartment and eat candy and go to the arcade but as you get older you hear what your parents say about each other and you feel like a burden to both. From the side of the observer, I see that the kids don’t get to actually bond with their father or have a second parental figure most of the time. He is more so viewed like how you would view an uncle or cousin than a father. There is no possible way for you to have more than 3 kids with different mothers and give them all equal opportunities and attention.

Dynamics like these are the result of the patriarchy and capitalism. “In a patriarchal society, women are excluded from fully participating in political and economic life” (simply psychology). This point is made especially true for women with children. With the baby mama dynamic, the woman is giving all her financial resources to raising the child and the man is giving a set amount per month which is barely enough to feed the child most times. Women are already paid less than men in North America and other parts of the world but now add being the sole provider for children that you originally didn’t want and were pressured into having. The average cost of raising a child up to 18 in Canada is $293,000, that is almost $300k that could have been spent on education, housing, retirement, etc. In “traditional” dynamics, the man is the breadwinner and the woman stays home to raise the children. The woman has no work experience or money of her own which in the event of an emergency gives her a huge disadvantage. Furthermore, these issues go hand in hand with capitalism because patriarchy and capitalism go hand in hand. Both are built under the traditional model of men going to work and women staying home. But what about now? Nowadays, women have to go to work and then come home to do more, now unpaid, labour. While men get to come home from work, relax, play video games and participate in other hobbies, women come home to cook dinner, help the kids with homework, clean the house, etc. In this dynamic, the woman is exploited entirely for her body and labour, by both her boss and her husband/boyfriend. Many women feel that their male partner does not equally contribute to responsibilities in the home (American Psychological Association).

Finally all of these things combined negatively affect the health of women. Women risk their health with every pregnancy and birth. Many complications can arise that are so much more common than people think. In Canada 3-20% of women develop gestational diabetes (Diabetes Canada). The USA has a scary maternal mortality of 32.5 for every 100,000 births according to the CDC (all age groups included but the older, the higher the risk). This informal essay was not meant to discourage having children but to inform anyone reading the effects of having children that aren’t always talked about.

https://www.simplypsychology.org/patriarchal-society-feminism-definition.html#:~:text=In%20a%20patriarchal%20society%2C%20women,home%20(Nash%2C%202009).

[esmaxdemirci]

[cisfemale, she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ESMA DEMIRCI]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [PINAR DENIZ]. You must be the [TWENTY NINE] year old [WAITSTAFF AT FOUR LEAF IRISH PUB]. Word is you’re [INDEPENDENT] but can also be a bit [MANIPULATIVE] and your favorite song is [SWEETEST PIE BY MEGAN THEE STALLION & DUA LIPA]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHERS COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

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name: esma demirci

nicknames: n/a

age: twenty nine

faceclaim: pinar deniz

occupation: waitress @ four leaf irish pub

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: pansexual

birthday: november 4th 1994

sign: scorpio sun, sagittarius moon, virgo rising

ethnicity: arab

hometown: aurora bay

eye color: green

hair color: dark brown

height: 5'6"

tattoos: coming soon

piercings: coming soon

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biography:

Chaos didn't always follow around Esma and her twin sister Isra. It all started when the girls were five. Their mother had always been slightly erratic, but when their father caught her having an affair with one of his best friends? He couldn't stand it anymore. Knowing Esma was the strongest of the pair, he left her and took Isra with him. This ended up with Esma taking on her mother's verbal abuse, and her mom turning to alcohol. Eventually, she remarried and her stepfather was just as bad.

As she grew into her teen years, Esma began attention seeking, drinking, drugs, and hanging out with people she shouldn’t. Her mother began to get fed up with her, kicking her out when she was 16. This caused her to drop out of high school, couch surfing at her best friend's place; his laid-back parents kindly let her. But it was trouble, she was slowly falling for his girlfriend, and she was falling for her too. It wasn’t very long before they were sneaking around together and she was stuck in some very messy affair that carried on for nearly two years. Funnily enough, it had been the only bit of stability that Esma had ever had.  

Tragedy struck when he got into a car accident and passed away on the scene. The girls had been together that night so when they heard the news they both felt an immense amount of guilt. Esma was unable to contain it; hitching a ride to San Fransisco and never looking back.  She had no money, no nothing, but being somewhat street smart, Esma broke into an empty apartment to live in while she tried to build up some cash. It wasn’t long until she was caught and kicked out so she had to find a new plan. 

Esma still spent most of her time drinking and doing drugs, anything to escape the grief she’d endured over the last couple of years. Finding different bodies to fill the void, until she came across a chef who worked at one of San Fran’s most prestigious restaurants. He was older than her, he had money, and he seemed nice enough so she went home with him, charming her way into his life.  It was only six weeks later she was staring at a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom of his restaurant. It was positive and he was thrilled. Esma couldn’t really picture herself as a mother but her life had been flipped upside down, maybe now she was finally going to feel some sort of happiness. He flew her to Vegas and they got married. 

Only a short time went by before it all started crumbling. Esma experienced a late-term miscarriage shortly after their wedding day. Things turning more sour than they ever could have with her new husband blaming everything on her. Esma had always been strong but not anymore, not after this. She began to believe the words he fed her. It wasn’t long before he was laying hands on her either. She was miserable. When Esma had enough instead of leaving she began to retaliate. This carried on for years until she couldn’t take it anymore, when she found out he got his mistress pregnant, it was over. Esma cooked her husband a nice dinner and laced it with rat poison, then once he was knocked out, she went to the nearest ATM, to withdraw all the money in their joint account, winding back up in Aurora Bay. 

The first thing she did was find a house in Fishers Cove and the next thing she did was find a job at the Four Leaf Irish pub, hoping to forget about everything she had endured. With too much evidence against him, she knew he wouldn't come looking for her. She finally felt strong again.

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will update this shortly!

[abbatoirablaze]

Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 26

Word Count:  1.7k

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse. 

“She’s an unfit mother, your honor,” Andy growled as he glared at his soon to be ex-wife, “she has postpartum and hasn’t been taking any medication for it since the birth of our second child.  She had abandoned our first child for the first few years of his life and put our second child through dozens of needless and invasive tests!”

“Do you have proof of this, Mr. Barber?”

Andy frowned, unhappy that the judge wasn’t just taking his side, “Gary, you know-“

“Mr. Barber, I took the case because numerous other judges recused themselves on personal grounds.  A lot of us know you and your wife, but I’m going to remind you that this is an impartial case where accusations have to have foundations,” the judge reminded him, “you as well as anyone should know that wild accusations only hurt those involved.  So unless you have physical proof-“

“After she gave birth to our son, she moved to Massachusetts to go to MIT!”

“Your evidence is that your wife went to school?”

Andy’s frown deepened, “Gary-“

“Mr. Barber…I will not remind you again.”

He huffed before standing beside his desk, “your honor.  My wife and I were engaged when my son was born.  She returned the ring to me and left.  I then proceeded to see someone else.  Someone who I was engaged to after her, who was going to legally adopt my son as Sasha was in the process of giving up all parental rights for him.”

“And was this process ever completed?” the judge asked, “Was the paperwork ever filed with the courts?”

Andy’s jaw twitched, and he shook his head, “no your honor.”

“Then where is your proof that she abandoned your son?” he asked, “because to me, it’s a mother who wanted to further her education.  The two of you ended her relationship, but it just sounds like an undocumented agreement where you had sole custody of your son during that time.”

“She’s been diagnosed with postpartum.  She was on medication after our son was born.”

“As many women are.”

Andy was quickly losing his patience with the judge. 

He’d half expected the judge to make a personal decision and give Andy the sole custody of the kids.

And while his more logical side had known that wasn’t going to happen, it was a hope that he’d kept in the back of his mind, nonetheless.

“Mrs. Barber?”

Sasha stood nervously at her lawyer’s insistence, “Yes your honor?”

“Do you have any reason to think why your husband is making these accusations of you abandoning your children and putting them through needless medical procedures?��

“He believes I was cheating on him, your honor,” she admitted softly, “he kicked me out of our shared home, and-“

“He kicked you out?” he asked, brow raised as he looked at Andy.  Judge Gary Tellman had known Andy for most of his career.  So much so that Andy had considered him a friend before their court date began.  He knew that Sasha didn’t have a job, as Andy had insisted she be a stay at home mother.  And as the proceedings continued, Andy had begun to feel that maybe that was the issue.  Maybe the fact that his friend knew their marital life, and wasn’t instantly siding with him, it was an issue.

“Your honor, she was cheating on me.”

“I was attending a support group for parents coping with their feelings,” she argued, glaring at her husband, “you had someone follow me and-“

“AND HE KISSED YOU!”

“I PUSHED HIM AWAY!”

“IS THAT WHY HE’S HERE NOW?” Andy screamed at his wife, “is that why the man you’re fucking is sitting behind th-“

“ORDER!” the judge commanded, banging his gavel, “I will have order in my courtroom!”

Both Andy and Sasha quieted themselves and sat down while the judge tried to get the situation back on track.

“I want the two of you to listen and listen right now.  Whatever is going on is between you two.  I understand that divorces and custody hearings are difficult, but this is what happens.  You will not scream at each other in my court room.  Is that understood?”

“Yes your honor.”

“Yes.”

“Now…Mrs. Barber.  Is the man that your husband is referring to in this room?”

“He is, your honor?”

“And why is he here?”

“Because when Andy threw my stuff out, he was the one that picked me up,” she informed him, “Curtis was the one that let me stay with him.  I babysat his daughter in exchange for the roof over my head.”

“And you didn’t have anyone else you could stay with?”

“My father is going through some of his own issues at the current point in time with his own wife,” she admitted, “he had some other things to deal with.  And as he reminded me.  I am an adult, and I needed to forge my own path.”

“And these needless medical procedures you put your children through?”

“They weren’t needless,” she said with a shake of her head, “Ashley has a heart defect.  An arrhythmia.  I thought she stopped breathing one night, and I brought her to the doctors.  Clearly, they agreed with me, as they believed something serious could be wrong.  She was born with it.  Through the tests we found out that she can’t be treated like other children.  No contact sports.  No harsh physical activities…because that can cause the arrhythmia.  Which can cause her heart to stop.”

“So they were necessary.”

“Yes your honor!”

“Very well…”

“Your honor…I’d like to address Mr. Barber’s own parental history as part of the record,” Sasha’s lawyer began, standing up, “it is of my knowledge that Mr. Barber had an incident on father’s day with his children where authorities were involved.  I believe that we need to examine that.”

“What?” Sasha asked, her own eyes wide at what she’d heard, “Wh-what are you talking about?”

“You weren’t aware of the incident at your home with your husband and children, Mrs. Barber?”

“No….a-are they okay?”  she asked quickly, “What happened?  Andy?”

“It’s none of your business, Sasha!”

“They’re my children!”

“Mr. Barber, you had another pull custody from your wife last year,” the judge said firmly, “am I to believe that your wife had no knowledge of what happened on father’s day a few months ago?”

Andy’s jaw tightened, “she’s not part of it, your honor!”

He looked to Sasha and her lawyer, “Proceed with your evidence.”

“On father’s day, Mr. Barber had an altercation with his then 11 year old son and 6 year old daughter where they discussed Mrs. Barber’s living arrangements.  The children were upset after not having seen their mother for a matter of months.  After the six year old spilled her juice, Mr. Barber struck his son.  There are bruises from abuse that the doctors at the hospital can place as early as two months after she was removed from the home.  The eleven year old spun into the table and landed in the broken glass.  The six year old called the police and retrieved the gun from Mr. Barber’s gun safe, believing that her brother was going to be harmed.  When police showed up, Mr. Barber was arrested.  The children were taken to a hospital where they were examined.  The eleven year old suffered internal trauma and had bleeding which had to be repaired surgically.  The six year old would have suffered a heart attack had the pace maker not shocked her heart back into a sinus rhythm thanks to the previous mentions to necessary medical care provided by the mother in the past.”

Sasha’s throat went dry as she listened to what her lawyer had just said.

She hadn’t been aware of anything going on. 

She’d been so lost in her little life with Curtis that she tried to p ush the fact that she was without her children to the back of her mind.

“Andy?”

He only glared at his wife, “they’re exaggerating.  Little brats learned it from you!”

Her stomach sank as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

She had abandoned her babies. 

She’d left them with someone who she thought they would be safe with only for him to turn out to be a monster. 

“My-my children?” she asked, on the brink of sobbing, “wh-where are my children?”

“They’ve been under the care of a Jake and Maddison Jenson since the time of the incident,” her lawyer said firmly, reading from the file, “in that time, Mr. Barber hasn’t been allowed visitation as suggested from the original hearing.”

“Why wasn’t Mrs. Barber contacted?” the judge asked.

“It looked like Mr. Barber used his connections to ensure that the children would go to a family friend instead of foster care, and the case is sealed under Judge DiMattio!” her lawyer answered, “I had to fight with the courthouse to get these documents and statements alone, but Mr. Jensen has been extremely helpful in the case.  The Jensen family attempted to contact Mrs. Barber, but her phone had been turned off months prior by Mr. Barber.  She was unreachable.  The Jensens are outside the court room, sitting with a bailiff and the children.”

The judge shook his head, the disgust in his face obvious, “I think I’ve heard all that I needed to hear.  I’m going to make my decision.”

“Your honor-“

“I have decided in favor of Mrs. Barber,” the judge answered shortly, “Mr. Barber has provided no proof of wrong-doing when it comes to the parental rights of Mrs. Barber, and while he, himself has utilized the system to favor him, I believe that was a gross instance of misconduct, which I plan on bringing up and filing a complaint.  Mr. Barber.  I’m going to let you know right now, you are on thin ice, which is about to break.  You’re going to be brought into police custody for the misuse of power and what seems like a partial decision and treatment based on your friendship with certain people.”

“This is lud-“

“Ballif, take Mr. Barber away!” the judge ordered as he banged his gavel, “Mrs. Barber…your children are outside this room…they are now in your sole custody, with no visitation rights for Mr. Barber.  I’m sorry that justice has taken you this long to acquire!”

Chapter 27

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