#then i looked him up and there i saw his mother is black! but like i see ppl make this discovery so often i just expect it now

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hiii!! Can I make a request? Its kinda long tho so I totally understand if you don't wanna write it !! :)

so basically what I had in mind is rhys' sister!reader x az, she got kidnapped by hybern on the day rhys's mother died and everyone had thought his sister died too but she didn't she was kidnapped and her memories were erased. After the war with hybern the ic runs into her and shes all bloody and injured because turns out she was fighting hybern soldiers as well because she finally saw an opportunity to be free. As soon as rhys saw her he recognises her but before he could even utter a word, she faints, so they take her to night court and nurses her back to health. When she wakes up she gets really emotional when she sees rhys because she feels like she should know him but she doesn't cuz she doesn't have any memories, later they get helion to fix her memories and there's a very emotional brother sister reunion. Az finds out he's her mate but he doesn't tell her and rhys is very protective of reader cuz he just got her back so he forbids az from dating her or anything, but she doesn't know that so she thinks az doesn't like her back so she's devastated over that. I didn't think of what would happen after that so you can come up with the rest but pleeeeeaaasee give az and reader a happy ending. Also can you include that reader had dreams of az the way rhys had dreams of feyre? 🥹

Thank you and I hope you have a good day!! <33

I switched it ever so slightly, hope you’ll still enjoy it!🤍🫧

Lost and found

It’s your hair he sees first. There’s something in the onyx gleam that screams familiar. That is different from any other shade of black. Rhys’s mother always said that they bore all shades of the night sky in their hair. As a gift from the gods. It wasn’t pitch black, no. There was depth. Stars even. They gleamed. You gleamed. He nearly sank to his knees once you turned your bloodied face towards him. It felt as if looking in the mirror. He had pictured you in his head. Had made Feyre paint you. Paint you how he imagined you would have looked all grown up. If you had that chance if you were still with him. His little northern star. And you were here now. In front of him. Sward in hand as if you weren’t sure if you were supposed to stab him or leave him be. Shaking and so frail. Line Feyre was. Just like Rhys had found his mate. Broken and confused. Unsure of anything. Jumpy and scared. “Yn”, it’s a whisper but from the way your body shivers Rhys knows that the name speaks to you. Does his voice speak to you? Do you even remember? “I just want to be free”, you mutter, “Help me get free”. Rhys watches your body sag and his legs move forward before he can even think. Arms reaching for your body. Desperate to break your fall. To save you from this at least in hopes this would somehow make a difference.

Rhys sits by your side from the moment Madja lets him in. She’s doubtful about you waking up soon. Even more doubtful if it’s good for Rhys to be there. And a part of him knows it too but he can’t help it. It’s as if he’s pulled to you. By the need to see you. To know that he hasn’t just imagined you. Your eyes flutter open after a week of nothing but shallow breathing. Your body feels heavy and achy. The walls surrounding you are unfamiliar. But there are no shackles. No ropes. You’re in a big bed. With silk sheets around you. And then your eyes land on a male sitting in the chair. He’s watching you. But watching you as if observing a wild animal that might flee after a move too sudden.

“How are you feeling?”, he speaks up and his voice alone scratches something deep inside your brain. Something you should know. But you don’t. You can’t reach. “I’m Rhys. You’re in my court. You’re safe”, he continues, leaning in slightly, moving to reach for your hand that you quickly pull closer to your chest. You see the hurt flash in his eyes. But it disappears almost immediately. He bares your features. His eyes are your eyes and that’s enough to make your heart pick up. Is he family? A far down-the-line relative?

“You look at me like you know me…”, you mutter, feeling your eyes burn, “but i don’t know you”. Rhys takes a shaky breath and you could swear his hands are trembling. But he smiles regardless, “That’s okay, we have time”. You watch him for a moment, a stranger in front of you. They said that you had no one. There was no one out there for you. “What if I don’t want to know you?”, that’s a blow that leaves a permanent mark on his face, the frown line between his eyebrows. “That’s okay too. I won’t force you”, Rhys’s voice grows shaky, “All you need to know is that you are safe. I and my people will keep you safe. You told me that you wanted to be free. You’re free now”. He stands up quietly. Pushing the chair to the side. You catch a glimpse of a female standing at the door as he moves to leave the room. The door isn’t fully closed when a sob slips past his lips. She embraces him and it’s all muffled by the closed door.

“She’s wiped clean”, Helion’s words send another blow at Rhys’s chest. “There might be bits of her past there but… this will have to be gradual Rhys, if it all was taken from her, getting all the memories back might fry her brain out”, Helion crosses his arms over his chest watching you in one of his gardens. Hand outstretched to one of his Pegasus. He remembered the little girl. Sat on his knee. Mischievous little thing, he had called you. Now it felt like looking at a ghost. “But is there even a slither of hope?”, Rhys asks, desperately trying to cling to the future where you would recognize him. Helion sighed, “Take this advice from me, someone older than you”, turning to face Rhys, whose troubled face had grown ashy over the past month. “Creat memories with her from now. Build her up from nothing and that alone might make her remember” But how could he? How could anyone just wipe out the grief and terror? The feeling of losing someone and then finding them back once more.

Azriel had sunk to his knees in the room you had laid unconscious for a week. He knew you were mates even then. Both young and careless. He remembered your first kiss. Rushed and messy in one of Rhys’s father’s stables. You had pulled him out. Had been his haven ever since your mother had taken both him and Cass in. Losing you had messed with his head. He had mourned you just the same. Had closed off his heart for anyone. Meaningless fling got easier with time but he still caught himself thinking of you. Calling out your name. Leaving the females snarling at him.

Azriel thought that glimpses of cells. Of you locked up. Scared and crying were nothing but a fickle of imagination. He saw you drawing night skies. He saw you kill. But now he knew that it had been your unconsciousness calling to him. Zaps of bond binding you both connecting momentarily. He hated himself. He hated that he did nothing. That he had let go. Had given up. But they had found the body. Berried someone. Someone who wasn’t you. Azriel only visited once. That one time and then he erased himself out of the equation. Because maybe it was better that way. Because he wasn’t worthy of your love. He couldn’t protect you after all.

Rhys was happy with that choice too. It was petty but he didn’t want to share you with anyone. Not that he had you. Any part of you. Because nothing changed. He talked. Told you stories but you just shook your head. You didn’t know him. You didn’t trust him. And nothing he did made any breakthrough.

It was the night Azriel had accidentally walked into the study where you and Rhys were. Ready to drop off the reports he had written for the week’s work. His black shirt is slightly unbuttoned. Sleeves rolled up. Your eyes had drifted away from the painting towards the man standing in the hallway. Man your eyes always seemed to find. Man who had been avoiding you ever since you got here. It painted you slightly. It was the only person you seemed to want to reach but he was the only one keeping the furthest away.

Your eyes landed on his arms. The dim light dancing on the black ink snaking up his left arm. The book you held slipped past your fingers. Clattering to the floor with a thud. “Y/n, dear, is everything alright?”, Rhys was in front of you in an instant. Worried face searching yours. “Your left shoulder”, you muttered, pointing at Azriel. He halted in his movement. The handful of papers stuck midair. “Show me your left shoulder”, you muttered.

Azriel’s eyes looked up at you, “What for?”, it was colder. He was protecting whatever was there. Holding onto the last part of you he had. You stepped past Rhys. “I know that… pattern”, you muttered. “It’s old Illyrian”, Rhys cut in but Azriel only lifted his hand. “Please, I…”, the fuzziness around you ripped as you reached for your dress, yanking the sleeve off, bearing your shoulders to Azriel. His jaw clenched, as he looked away for a moment. And then he ripped his shirt open. And there it was. The same pattern all across his shoulder as well.

Taking a shaky breath you let your head fall into your hands, “You chose it…” A light sob slipped past Azriel’s lips, “I did”, he nodded watching you. “Because you were a bitch about it”, turning to Rhys you pointed a finger at him. “You matted my baby sister behind my back?”, Rhys hissed, the jumble of emotions was making everyone drown. “Mom knew about it, she approved”, you whispered, “Where’s Mom?” Your eyes looked up at Rhys. He slowly shook his head. Another wave of flashes floats through you. You reached back in a frantic breath, “Where are my wings?” An angry tear slipped down Rhys’s face. “Where are they? Where is she?”, you looked among them. Feeling panic slowly drowning you. “Come here”, Azriel pulled at your head, bringing your face to his chest. “No, don’t smother me”, you pushed against him, but Azriel held on tight, holding your shaking form, feeling the burning gaze of his high lord, “I’ve got you. It will settle. Just breathe with me”.

[wlwprker]

please don’t leave s.r. x gn! reader [1]

a/n: im a sucker for hurt/comfort i fear; wrote this with s3-4 & migraine reid in mind but you can choose whichever one you prefer! (this got super long so i’m going to make this into parts!)

warnings: minimal proofreading, some swearing, brief descriptions of basic criminal minds violence (cases and whatnot), mentions of blood

wc: 1,374

you and the team were tirelessly hunting down an unsub before he hurt any more women. the unsub was going after single women in their mid-30s or 40s who were in higher-stakes jobs such as congresswoman, lawyer, doctor, etc.

the unsub felt these women should stay at home and be housewives instead of being out in authority like jobs. the unsub’s mother was the same way, and he never had a proper childhood. he longed for a better relationship with his mother, so he stripped children’s mothers away from them.

time was running out, and everybody was running on little to no sleep, working on every detail to not miss a single thing. after many hours of looking into every victim, every connection, and every location, you finally found him. everyone raced against the clock, finally got his location, and were able to rescue three girls. you felt a tiny sense of relief at this fact; it helps to know you could still save people.

you knew this unsub’s type, and while you knew that you didn’t meet the criteria, there was no telling what he’d do to get his way.

“stay with me, okay?” spencer ordered in a soft tone. he was just being a good team member, and while you both knew that you could hold your own,.

this killer. he was erratic and aggressive.

you knew that spencer would give you a lecture if he knew that you ignored his orders, but that was the least of your worries.

you rounded a corner with your gun held out in front of you, and you took in every corner on high alert. you peeked inside a room, checking your surroundings before entering. the lights were off, and of course the light switch was not working.

you turned your flashlight on, and you had your back turned for not even half a second.

as soon as you turned around, the unsub attempted to throw you across the room, but you caught his wrist in a forceful grip.

“you don’t need to do this. this ends now," you said in a firm voice, but the unsub did not listen. you tried to get him to back down, but he wasn’t listening. you kept your gun raised, but you could not see where he went.

“you’re not my type, but I’ll take my chances, the unsub said, and you started to turn around, but before you could react, he had raised a crowbar and hit you in the head, and you had collapsed to the floor. you were dizzy, and your vision was blurry as you attempted to stand up.

the sound of a thud had alerted the entire team, and everyone was on extra-high alert, thoroughly checking every corner of the house and looking for the source.

“spencer, where did they go?” emily whispered, noticing they were down an agent. spencer’s heart dropped to the floor; he must have turned around when you slipped away from him.

“son of a bitch! i told them to stay with me,” spencer mumbled to himself.

spencer took a deep breath to calm himself down as the two of them searched the house. spencer froze in place when he walked into a pitch-black room and saw you lying on the floor. he was internally panicking.

“can you hear me?” spencer asked, and you were slipping in and out; everything around you was blurring, and everyone talking to you sounded like they were millions of miles away.

after a while, you could no longer hear or see anything; you were knocked out. spencer took a shaky breath as he placed two fingers on the side of your neck and sighed in relief when he found a pulse.

“we need a medic!” emily yelled into her walkie-talkie. spencer was freaking out, wondering what he could have done to prevent this.

“hey, it’s not your fault; you know that, right?” jj said as she watched spencer internally cursing himself.

“i turned around for barely a second, and they just...” spencer trailed off, and jj led him out of the house as they had successfully located the unsub and arrested him.

after a painful silence, the medics arrived and took you out on a gurney. the side of your head was bleeding, and you were not waking up.

“go, I’ll tell hotch; he’ll understand, emily said as she watched spencer look at you with a pained look on his face. he silently nodded and stayed with the medics as they took you to the hospital.

the ride to the hospital was a deadly silence; he longed for your voice, even one of your silly jokes, anything.

once you got to the hospital, despite his best efforts, spencer was sent to the waiting room. as he waited for the verdict, he was bouncing his knees constantly, his mind racing with millions of possibilities.

he hated waiting. not knowing if you were okay drove him crazy; he wanted to scream.

the doctor came out, and spencer stood up fast. he listened intently, and a sigh of relief washed over him as the doctor told him that you were going to be okay.

“am I able to see them?” spencer asked anxiously, and the doctor nodded. “yes, they need lots of rest, but you can go visit.” the doctor smiled as they walked to your room.

his heart ached when he saw you lying on a bed with a bandage on the side of your head and hooked up to a machine, peacefully sleeping.

he was so glad you’re okay.

spencer took a seat and watched you cautiously; he didn’t want to disturb you.

you slowly opened your eyes, saw spencer, and smiled lightly.

“hey spence, did you guys catch him?” you asked faintly. spencer’s heart twisted in agony at the sound of your voice.

“we did, but you need your rest. i just wanted to see how you were doing.”

you smiled and tried to sit up, but spencer stopped you with a warning look in his eyes.

“don’t move; you need to rest.”

“i’m fine; it was just a scratch.” you attempted to joke, but it came out weakly.

“you got hit in the head with a crowbar, and you passed out—more than scratch there,” spencer said, sighing.

“the doctor said i could go home within the next few days, maybe sooner,” you said, and spencer didn’t respond; he just held your hand with a sad look on his face.

“hey, i’m okay.”

he cut you off with a deep sigh.

“why did you ignore my orders? i told you to stay with me. damn it, why didn’t you stay? i don’t know what I would have done if” spencer trailed off.

“i’m fine, spencer.”

“no, you’re not; you got hurt!” spencer was frustrated. how could you not see this was killing him?

“but I’m here; i’m going to be...”

“stop talking.”

you looked at him strangely, confused as to why he was so on edge.

“spencer, i’m fine; i don’t know what has you so worked up, but...”

“please stop talking,” he said, rubbing his forehead as he finally looked you in the eyes.

“do you know that 258 people in 100,000 enter a coma each year due to acute brain injury?” spencer stated, frustration evident in his voice. you stared at him, confused.

“what does that have to do with anything?"

“you are lucky that you don’t have a brain injury; you could have been at risk of going into a fucking coma for who knows how long! what i’m saying is, i wish you didn’t go off by yourself because i would never forgive myself if i lost you. do you understand me?” spencer said it in a stern voice, which caught you off guard.

“spencer, i can handle myself just fine, and i’m okay, aren’t I?”

spencer shook his head furiously.

“you’re not listening to me.”

the silence filled the room; it was the loudest silence you’ve ever witnessed.

you tried to speak, but spencer just sighed. “you need rest; i’ll come back tomorrow, okay?”

you just nodded, the conversation still on your mind. why was he so upset? you didn’t have the energy to dwell on it.

“spencer,” you called out.

he turned around with a curious look in his eyes.

“can you stay a little longer?” you asked quietly.

[crybabylulu]

You said you like this stuff

Summary: You told Jason you like the Sanrio character Cinnamoroll once and he goes all out. Jason Todd x fem black reader

You were scrolling on instagram when you saw a picture of Cinnamoroll coloring and you decided to show it to Jason. “Baby look.” You said and showed him the picture. He looked at it. “It’s me.” You said. “Yes baby that is you.” Jason said with a smile. “I love Cinnamoroll.” You said. “It’s very cute just like you.” Jason said. You smiled. After that one conversation Jason made it his mission to buy anything Cinnamoroll related for you. It didn’t matter how much it cost he was buying it because he knows it makes you happy and he loves when his baby is happy.

There was a knock at your door. That was weird you weren’t expecting anyone today. You shrugged it off and answered the door to find Damian standing there with a large Cinnamoroll stuffed animal. “Oh my.” You said. “Hi mom. This is a gift from Todd.” Damian said. “Awww thank you for bringing it to me. My two favorite things in the world Cinnamoroll and my darling boy.” You said and dragged Damian into the house. You loved Damian he was like your little baby and he loved it you were the mother he always needed. You called Jason. “Hey baby girl.” Jason said. “Hi! I got your gift! I love it so much. Thank you JJ.” You said.

“Anything for you doll.” Jason said. “I love you.” You said. “I love you too, I should be back in Gotham soon just wrapping a few things up.” Jason said. “Ok I can’t wait to see you.” You said. “I can’t wait to see you too. I love you I gotta go.” Jason said. “I love you too, see you soon.” You said then hung up. You let Damian help you figure out where to sit the large Cinnamoroll in your room.

After a few days the front door opened while you were in the kitchen. You went to the door to see Jason coming in with bags. “Jason what is all this stuff?” You asked. “It’s for you.” Jason said. “It’s for me?” You asked. Jason nodded and walked over to the couch and you followed. You two sat down and he gave you the bags one by one. All the bags were filled with different Cinnamoroll things. There were plushies, purses, stationary and clothes. You loved everything and squealed at everything you opened. “Oh Jason.” You said. “I found a lot of stuff in the UK.” Jason said.

“You didn’t have to buy all of this for me.” You said. “But you like this stuff.” Jason said. “I do but you didn’t have to buy all of this.” You said. “You don’t like it?” Jason asked. “No baby I love it you just didn’t have to do all of this. I love everything and feel so special but you didn’t have to spend so much money.” You said. “I like spending money on you.” Jason said.

You and Jason had gone to the mall because he needs to pick up a few new games and you just wanted to come with him. As you two were walking he noticed some Cinnamoroll stuff and dragged you into the store. He grabbed a shirt and held it up to you. “This one?” Jason asked. “Baby you don’t need to,” “Ok so we’re getting this one.” Jason said and then picked up more shirts. You saw a varsity Cinnamoroll jacket and you quickly grabbed it. It was the last one and it was an extra large but you could make it work. Jason went to the front and put all the clothes he found on the counter.

You walked up then put the jacket down. “Oh you picked up something.” Jason said. “I had to have it.” You said. Jason chuckled. The cashier rang everything up and it was more than a hundred dollars. You felt bad. “Jay maybe I should,” “You want to pick out more?” Jason asked as he pulled out Bruce’s credit card. “What no, I think I should put some stuff back.” You said. “No baby girl all of this is on your future father in law. You know he loves his girls so he won’t put up a fuss.” Jason said and swiped the card. Jason carried all the bags while you guys went to pick up his games.

You looked around and saw Hello Kitty Island Adventure and couldn’t take your eyes off of it! You needed it for your switch but you also wanted it on PC but you don’t own a PC you’ve been thinking about buying one. “Oh and let me get that game too.” Jason said and pointed to the Hello Kitty game. “It’s bit better on PC.” The female cashier said as she grabbed the game. Jason nodded. He bought the game and you two left the store. When you got home you put away all your new stuff and definitely loved all over Jason.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You said over and over again as you kissed all over his face. He was one happy man. You cooked him his favorite dinner, you showered together and washed his hair for him. You just took care of him the rest of the night and he was on cloud nine. He loved when you did this and just let him be all under you. He’s just a big old baby.

The next day Jason spent watching you play Hello Kitty island adventure. You were having the time of your life and he was loving every moment of your happiness but also while you were playing he was trying to find a PC for you that he could decorate with a Cinnamoroll skin. He also found a skin for your switch controller that he was definitely going to buy for you.

[luvsfics]

SERENDIPITY CH. 3 — house of the dragon

Jacaerys Velaryon x Stark!Reader

[ Sexual tension, innuendo ]

Series masterlist

Description: As Lord Cregan Stark’s most trusted adviser and sister, she had stayed by his side as the prince of the realm made his petitions for support of his mothers claim and to help aid their side in the war. Though, the prince had more of an effect on the younger stark sibling than the other.

series warnings: sexual descriptions, angst, adultery ??, death, violence, sexual tension, and more.

The scent of Lavender filled the air of the chambers as the Lady Stark sat in the warm water of her bath, her nerves on edge for the night to come. Arina sat near the tub, scrubbing her lady’s arm.

“Don’t be so nervous, my lady. He is just a man.” Arina attempted to soothe her nerves, yet to no avail.

“I know, i cannot understand what is wrong with me. I am usually very well with men.” Lady stark took joy in toying with men who saw her for only her beauty, she drew them in close before letting them feel her brother’s wrath.

Both her and her lady-in-waiting found amusement in seeing how far the men would go for her just because she was a beautiful woman. Men only think with their cocks, not their hearts. And she wanted a man that was the opposite and who would love her for who she really was.

“I cannot wait to see this mysterious prince who caught the eye of my lady.” Arina smiled before her lady rolled her eyes, giving her a smile.

“Men are the easiest thing to swoon when you are beautiful, beauty is the most dangerous power in the world.” Arina said.

Lady stark hummed in agreement before casting her eyes on her lady-in-waiting. Her beautiful ginger curls and gorgeous blue eyes made her the most unique woman in winterfell. She was a kind woman, taking care of everyone around her. In some ways, the Lady Stark looked up to her.

“Alright, let’s get you dress.” She said as the lady stood from the bath, revealing her bare body to the woman in front of her.

“Not meaning to be crude, my lady, but with a body like yours, you shouldn’t have much troubles with attracting the prince.” Arina winked at the bare woman before they both bursted into laughter.

Arina wrapped a robe around the woman as she sifted through her wardrobe, pulling out a beautiful black dress.

She smirked at the dress in hand, “this should do just fine.”

The lady stark giggled at the woman, feeling rather excited for the feast after all.

Chatter and laughter filled the hall. Cregan and some men and the prince sat at the end of the hall at the long table filled with delicious foods and ale. With introductions and jokes filled the air, the prince felt at ease with men around him.

Though, the Lady stark caught his eye as she and her lady-in-waiting walked into the hall. He had never seen beauty as rare as hers. Though he was betrothed to Baela, and she was a wonderful girl, he couldn’t help but fawn over the Lady stark.

“They call her the winter beauty, y’know. She really is the most beautiful girl in the north. Took all the looks from her mother and Lord Stark here is stuck lookin’ like his father!” The men boasted with laughter as Cregan smiled and scoffed at the joke.

The men began talking of Northern women as the two came over, Her lady-in-waiting falling into the arms of her husband, a man with dirty blonde hair and striking green eyes.

The Lady Stark pressed a kiss to her brother’s cheek before sitting beside him, the opposite side from the prince.

“Before our Lord Stark here wed, he was a real ladies man!” A man said, shaking Cregan from his shoulders.

“Tell the prince, M’lord! Northern women fuck like mad women! Best feelin’ in the world!” Another said, all the men laughed as they chugged their ale.

The prince’s gaze met the Lady Stark’s, though, hers was already on him. A curious look casted on her face, as if she was trying to read him.

His mind became flooded with the idea of her beneath him, or perhaps on top of him. The dress she had on made her breasts look amazing, as they practically spilled out of her top. The explicit thoughts about her made him feel terrible, how could he think about a woman that had been nothing but kind to him like that?

He quickly tore his gaze from her and chugged the ale in his jug to ignore the growing bulge in his breeches, groaning as he was finished with it. The men around him cheered, proud of the prince’s efforts.

What he didn’t know was that the Lady was imagining some of the same thoughts he was. Her small clothes becoming damp with her arousal. She gulped at the feeling, becoming more aware of her surroundings as she became hot with all the people around her.

“So, how is it up south, my prince?” One of the men asked. Jace was glad for the distraction, “Much warmer than this climate, I’d say.”

“Too cold for the princeling?” A woman asked from a man’s lap.

“The prince is a dragon. Dragon’s thrive in heat. I wouldn’t think you’d understand.” Spoke the Lady stark, defending the man from the teasing joke.

His head whipped towards the woman, as did everyone else’s. Everyone astonished at her sudden quip.

Jacaerys had never felt more desire for a woman as he did now. All manners and restraint he had learned from his mother were mere seconds from being thrown out the window.

She quickly rose from her seat, whispering an excuse before racing off to her chambers. The arousal she felt was eating at her, wanting to crawl out of her like a beast.

She panted out heavy breaths as she reached her chambers, feeling feverish as the prince plagued her thoughts.

Her lady-in-waiting rushed in just moments after. “What happened?” She said as she took her hands into her grasp.

“Why do I feel such things for a man I just met? He must have bewitched me!” She sighed as she sat down at the bench in front of her bed, bringing Arina with her.

Arina giggled at her lady’s jest. “Everything will be alright, my lady. You cannot hide from your feelings and desires.” She said as her lady laid her head on her shoulder.

“I have never felt this way for anyone..” she pouted. Arina silently laughed, “Love is a silly thing, my lady. It is the most confusing yet most wonderful thing. Even in the earlier stages.”

“It is not love, Arina. It is just a silly crush!” She rose her head from her shoulder.

“Whatever you say, my lady.”

[ TAGLIST 💌 : ] @aegonswife @melsunshine

[howlingday]

Weiss: ...I wonder if Bleiss is happy or pissed that both the SDC and Jacques are dead.

Ruby: Why? What makes you say that?

Weiss: Judging by our last conversation...

--During the timeskip between Vols. 3 & 4--

Bleiss: Some days I can't stand being the literal Black Sheep of this whole wretched family.

Weiss: ...Is this in reference to-

Bleiss: Both.

Weiss: I think i'm starting to see where you're coming from.

Bleiss: I honestly can't wait for the day I get to see this damned company burn to the ground.

--Present Day--

Weiss: I wanna say pissed because she didn't do the deeds herself.

//Honestly, I headcanon that Bleiss is a Faunus to really fuck with the Schnee's.

"Mm... Darling?"

"Morning, Bleiss." The dark-haired young woman yawned, stretching before rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, your... Your dad died."

"Oh, shit, that wasn't a dream, huh? Remind me to send Irondick a thank you basket."

"Bleiss, he's dead, too."

"Even better! He was the other half the reason Atlas was such a cold shithole."

"You don't feel bad about it?"

"Why would I?" She sat up. "The only person I liked in Atlas was my brother and my mother. And Willow, too, I guess."

"What about your sisters?"

"Prude and pruder?" Bleiss snarked with a curled lip.

"I'm serious, Bleiss."

"Jaune..." She sighed. It'd been ages since she'd used his real name. "Not all of us grew up in one, big, happy family, okay? Winter saw me as nuisance, at best, and Weiss might as well have put me in the same box as the White Fang. The only one in that family who actually wanted me was Whitley." Jaune was quiet. "Before I started living in their house, I was on the street, struggling to keep my real mom alive. And when she died, the only thing I had left to remember her was my hair." She reached up and pulled a bundled strand of curly, black hair out. "And it wasn't until I met you that I started letting it curl again. Everything there was so... strict Everybody needed a good dicking, and I was lucky enough to get mine from you."

"So... you don't regret it?"

"Regret what?"

LETTING YOUR SISTER DIE?

"What?!" Bleiss whirled from where she sat to find no one beside her. "Darling?! Jaune?!"

OR LETTING ME?

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"NO!" Bleiss awoke with a start, clutching her chest. She patted around her, blinding feeling and hoping that this, too, was only a dream. But it wasn't. It was real. Jaune was gone. If it wasn't for Winter, she would have stayed where the gate collapsed and waited for him to come through. But he didn't.

"Bleiss?" She spun to face the door, where Winter was standing. "Are you alright? I heard shouting."

"I'm..." Bleiss grit her teeth, looking down and gripping her sheets. "I'm fine."

She didn't look up, but she could hear the footsteps across the floor and feel the bed shift from the weight added. A cool hand was placed on her back and gently rubbed up and down, no greater than a few centimeters in motion. Bleiss responded by latching onto her big sister and heaving sobs into her chest. And she was embraced in kind.

A distant memory came into recall, on a similar night to this one. Bleiss had just moved into the Schnee home and had spent her first few nights weeping in her room. On one such night, someone had entered her room and held in this same way. Thinking back on it, this comfort likely came from the same person comforting now, just a decade or so younger.

"Thank you..." Bleiss whimpered.

"You're welcome, sister."

[hearts4golbach]

Just Give Me a Reason. (Pt. 2.)

pairing:

Johnnie Guilbert x Pregnant!Fem!Reader.

a/n:

I've gotten many requests for a part 2 to this!

warnings:

none

hormones were kicking your ass today. you sat at the edge of your bed sobbing. you were so unsure of everything revolving around having a baby. although you knew Johnnie would be an amazing father, you feared you'd be a shitty mother. your face was red, and your eyes were puffy. you rubbed your eyes as you were sniffling and trying to calm yourself down.

you heard the front door unlock and open, and moments later, there were 2 knocks on your bedroom door. "Hi, love." Johnnie came in with a smile on his face. his expression dropped, turning into worry whenever he saw you crying. "y/n, what's wrong?"

he sat next to you on the bed. "What if i'm a terrible mother?" You looked down at your growing baby bump, rubbing it gently with one hand. "Our baby needs to have a good mom." You sniffled and looked at Johnnie.

"Listen to me. you're going to be the best fucking mother in the world, okay? i know this baby will never think any different." he rubbed your back. his eyebrows were furrowed with worry and his eyes glistened.

"are you sure?" you wiped your eyes. Johnnie always knew how to calm you down.

he took your hand. "I'm more than sure. are you gonna sit here and cry or are we going to go shopping so our baby has the best room ever?"

a small smile grew on your face. "really? you wanna go shopping with me? i wasn't sure if you'd be down for that."

he rolled his eyes. "oh my god, y/n. im way more than down for that."

you wiped the tears from your eyes. you jumped out of bed and slipped your shoes on. you practically ran out to the car. Well, not so much ran, but I'm sure you can picture that. Johnnie followed not far behind you.

since you told him you were pregnant, Johnnie worked on getting his license and finally got it. he hopped into the drivers seat and started the car. "have you been thinking of baby names, mama?"

"no, I was actually going to talk about it with you. honestly, I have no idea. whether it's a boy or girl, my mind is straight TV static." you admitted as you buckled your seat belt.

"talk about it later? I have no clue, either. I was kind of hoping you would."

you held his hand. "yeah, later. Tara has basically been spamming me with baby names."

To no surprise, your pregnancy was a surprise to Jake and Tara. especially whenever they found out Johnnie was the father. nonetheless, they were excited. Tara wanted to help plan a baby shower, but you wanted to keep the babies gender within family and the 4 of you. 5, including carrington. she complied, even though she was slightly disappointed in your decision.  Jake was especially over the moon for Johnnie, who had expressed he wanted a family before you two even met.

Johnnie squeezed your hand. "maybe we can look through those, I guess." he laughed.

the upcoming month would be your next doctors appointment, in which you'd find out the baby's gender. Johnnie tagged along to all of your appointments, but couldn't contain his excitement over this one.

Johnnie parked as close to Target as he could. he opened the passenger door for you. with one hand on your stomach and the other one interlocked with his, you walked into Target.

"im going to get one of those cringe shirts that says 'father of the year' and wear it everywhere. to parties, too." he laughed.

"Oh my god, you wouldn't do that. especially to parties." You rolled your eyes at his dumb comment.

"Watch me." he squeezed your hand again.

a black crib with speckled blue, red, and yellow paint caught your eye. you nearly cried. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen. you pointed at it. "that's cute as fuck! do you think the baby would like it?" You eyed the price, which wasn't half bad, before facing Johnnie.

his face lit up whenever he saw it. "I think they would love it." he ran his fingers along the fake wood of the crib.

"I'll just order it whenever we get home. I do not feel like helping you carry that shit inside, no offense." You groaned, looking at all of the adorable baby clothing options. "I can't wait until we can shop for their clothes." You rubbed your belly with your hand gently. you were showing before, but it was starting to become prominent.

he agreed before pointing out a dark blue rug. "That's cute. it'd match the crib."

"it is! we should get it."

Johnnie agreed with you before grabbing the small rug and tossing it in the basket. you planned to lay it in front of the crib, purely for the aesthetic.

"I don't think we need all that fancy shit, like a changing table, don't you think?" you asked Johnnie as you wandered the aisles.

he shook his head, "Nah. I never had a changing table. I mean, I don't think."

"Yeah, me either. I didn't know what one was until I took that one class in high school. you know, the one where you carry around fake babies for a week?"

"Yeah. thank God I never took that class." he joked.

you stumbled across a black, mini rocking chair. it was cheap, for what it was, and easy to carry. "Awe." You cooed as you pointed it out. "I mean, unnecessary but cute decor."

"I was thinking the same thing."

"Yeah, let's get a chair they can't use for a while but not a changing table." you said sarcastically as you put it in the cart.

he giggled. "who gives a fuck? it's our baby."

you nodded your head. "True." johnnie kissed your forehead before returning to pushing the cart.

only a few days prior, you and Johnnie had called his mom to break the news. she freaked out in a good way, of course. although she thought he was a little young, she was happy that both of you were. she congratulated you and asked how you were doing, and the two of you talked through Johnnies phone about him for 30 minutes. Johnnie listened, clearly embarrassed as she told you embarrassing stories of him when he was a child. those stories made you all the more excited to have your mini Johnnie running around.

no other items peaked your interest nor Johnnies. you happily made your way to the checkout without a care in the world.

with only two items, check out was quick, and you made it back to the car. "y/n," Johnnie spoke up as he shut the driver door. "You're going to be an amazing mother."

[vixkera]

tony stark x black f!reader

warnings: grinding, fingering, oral (fem reviving and male), pet names, backshots, squirting, degradation, praising, overstim, maybe more

if you see any grammar errors you didn’t 🤗

you were watching tv in your apartment with some ice cream, enjoying the night and a little time to yourself as you got a call. you picked up your phone and looked at the caller id. tony stark

you paused your movie and answered the phone, bringing it up to your ear as you spoke, “hello, mr stark?”

“i need you” was all he said as he hanged up. you looked at your phone with your eyebrows raised in confusion and concern. “did he really just hang up on me” you said to yourself but you turned off your tv as you got up and out the ice cream away. you knew you had to go see what he wanted because you weren’t really in the mood to loose your job tonight and plus it wasn’t something weird for tony to do

he has called you before out of nowhere, claiming he needed you but it was just for something like watching tv with him because he didn’t want to be alone or, him calling you because he wanted you to see his new suit he made or the latest invention he made

when you made your way over to his house, you put in the code as the door opened and you entered. the lights were off so you called for jarvis to turn them on. “jarvis turn all lights on”

when the lights turned on you mouth opened slightly because the place looked a mess, there was broken glass and vases shattered, paintings that fell off the wall, and also holes in some walls

“jarvis where is mr stark” you asked. “he is in his room miss y/l/n”

you thanked jarvis as you made your way to tony’s room. the door was already opened so you stepped in and turned on the lights

“mr stark?” you called out to him. he was still in his iron man suit but he didn’t look up at you. “are you okay mr stark?” you asked as you stepped closer to him. he stood up and the mask on the suit opened as he greeted you with a smile

“hey y/n” he said as he laughed and wobbled slightly.

"are you drunk?" you asked like a concerned mother. "no y/n i'm not drunk" he says rolling his eyes. you looked over at his nightstand to see a half opened whiskey bottle. "then what's that bottle doing over there?" you say placing your hands on your hips.

“i didn’t drink it, i only took a tiny little sip” he said and you hummed. “are you sure?” you asked him again. “yes i’m sure, i’m perfectly fine”

you looked at him suspiciously, “you better be, you have a meeting tomorrow at the office”

“honestly y/n i don’t really care about those meetings, everyone can go fuck themselves” tony said as he sat back down on his bed. you sat down next to him and looked at him, “is everything okay tony? i saw what happened on the news today” you say, referring to the fight with the avengers and those hydra super soldiers

“we were so close to defeating them y/n but i missed everything up and they got away” tony said as he put his face in his hands

“why do you even care” he said bitterly as he looked the other way, avoiding your gaze

“i care because you’re my boss and i also need to look out for you because you’re my friend too, if you even consider us that..”

“i don’t need your help, i can take care of myself perfectly fine” he said back to you. “is that why you’re all beaten up and you’re sitting here sulking in this dark room” you replied back to him.

“i don’t even know why i called you here, you can leave”

“really? you want me to leave?” you asked as you raised a brow at him. “yes i want you to leave” he repeated, finally looking at you

“okay i’ll go, but don’t call back and expect me to answer” you said as you got up and made your way to the door.

you were about to leave but stopped after tony call out to you “wait, i’m sorry y/n i didn’t mean that, don’t go please”

you smiled to yourself a little and turned back around to him. “see, you need me”

“don’t get too cocky now miss y/l/n” tony smirked out you. “yeah yeah, let’s get you out of this suit and patched up” you said as tony stood up and his suit opened, he stepped out as you took in his appearance. “you look like shit” you laughed a little a him, “they got you good huh”

“you should see the other guys” he smirked at you as his suit closed up and walked out the room. “that thing is still so creepy” you said and tony rolled his eyes, “that’s my child you’re talking about there”

“still creepy. let’s go get you fixed up”, you said as you went into his bathroom to grab the first aid kit while tony sat on the edge of his bed

when you went in the bathroom it was huge, it was about twice the size of your bathroom, with a black and white marble countertop, a bath tube in one corner of the room and a clear shower in the other. there was also towels hanging up on racks and mirrors that were clearer than your future. you found the first aid kit and went back inside the room

tony sat on the edge of his queen size bed with black sheets as you kneeled between his legs. "can you take off your shirt" you say trying not make eye contact with him. tony looked at you with his eyebrows raised and smirked at you. "please" you added so he would comply

he took his shirt off as you stared at his “heart”, the blue glow of it shining in front of your face. you took out some cotton and rubbing alcohol to put on his wounds. you grabbed his knuckles and held them in your hands as you cleaned them up, he would hissed a little as the alcohol hit his skin

you then moved up to his face and grabbed a cloth and wet it with the bowl of water that was next to you to clean his face. when you were done with his face, you moved down to his stomach and started putting pressure on the bruises. you grabbed his torso with your other hand to keep him steady because he was moving a lot from the pain

"i'm sorry, i'll be done soon" you apologized trying to make it hurt less as much as you could. "it's fine, im fine y/n” he grunted as he grabbed your hand that was on his torso and threw his back from the pain. when you were done, you got up and put the first aid kit away and the other things. you went back into room and saw tony laying back on the bed breathing heavily

“mr stark are you okay, is there anything else i could help with?” you said as you made your way over to him and sat next to him on the bed. “you could stop calling me mr stark, it’s too formal” tony said as he tilted his head to look at you

“well okay then tony, do you need help with anything else?” you asked him again, using his name this time. “maybe.. a blow job” tony said as he give you a innocent little smile

your jaw drop as you stared at him in disbelief, “tony that’s not funny”

“but who said i was joking y/n” tony continued to look at you as you felt your face heating up a little. “i’m gonna act like you didn’t just say that” you looked away from him as you felt him run a hand up your shoulders, caressing your shoulder blades with his thumb

tony sat up as he moved closer to you, hand still on your shoulder he said, “i really could use your help with something y/n”

“and what could that be tony” you said as you turned your head to look at him, both of your faces very close together. you can feel his breath on his face as his facial hair grazes your face

he leans in slowly as his lips graze yours, “we can’t tony” you say as you lean back a little. “why not, why can’t we” he whispered against your lips

“because it wouldn’t be very professional” you said to him as he groans, “says who, who get gets to make that decision?” tony said to you, “i’m the boss aren’t i?”

“yes, you are..” you whispered back to him. it’s not like you didn’t want it either, you just weren’t sure because it’s unprofessional to be sleeping with your boss and what if you loose your job too. so many things to think about but what if you just let loose for a little while

he kisses you slowly and you were surprised but gave into the kiss. you put your arms around his neck as you deepen the kiss and he slides his tongue into your mouth as both your tongues fight for dominance. he grabs your thighs and lifts you up as you wrap both of your legs around his hips, straddling him on the bed

his hands move under your shirt as he runs his fingers along your sides, across your stomach, touching you all over. you start to move your hips against his, grinding down on him. “needy already huh?” tony said in between kisses

all you could do was moan in response to him as he placed his hands on your ass, moving you and helping you to grind against his clothed dick. the friction felt so could, you could cum easily right now

his hands tightened on your ass as he grinds you faster and harder against him as he bit down onto your lips, earning a moan from him. before you could think about anything else you came into your panties as your grip around his neck tightened, one of your hand going up to his hair and griped it tightly

“fuck y/n i haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already coming in your panties, that’s so pathetic even for you” tony said against your lip and all you could do was sigh against his lips heavily

he begin to unzip your jeans and then took your shirt off. “come on, lay down for me baby” tony said as he picked you up and laid you down on the bed, he moved to your jeans and slid them off. after discarding your clothes he took his off too and climbed back over you. “let’s see how fast i can make you come again” tony smirked at you as he slid your panties off

he moved his head down to your heat as he kissed your pussy, tasting your juices from when you came while grinding on his lap

he licked a long line up your slit while looking at you. he latched onto your clit and started sucking as you let out a moan due to the pleasure and the way he was swirling his tongue around your clit while sucking on it

he started eating you out as he continued to lick your folds and then inserting his tongue inside you, fucking you with his tongue. “oh fuck tony, right there~” you moaned his name as you bucked your hips forward, slightly grinding your pussy on his face

he groaned into your pussy as he slides his tongue in and out of you, the feeling of his tongue inside you made him harder and harder by the second

you were about to come again as you felt that warm feeling in your stomach return, “i-i’m gonna come tony~” you said through breathy moans as tony only responded with a hum into your cunt

your back arched off the bed as your thighs tightened around his head, squeezing his head as you squirted all over his tongue and in his mouth as it dripped down his chin and the bed

“you’re such a messy fucking little slut, didn’t know you had this side to you y/n” his head tilted to the side in surprise as he give you a small smirk

“now i really wanna see how hard you can come again but on my dick”

tony rammed into your pussy repeatedly, his hands gripped your hips tightly as he hits your g-spot over and over, pulling moans and whines from you as he groaned and cussed under his breath

“you’re so fucking tight, squeezing me so good” he said, landing a slap on your ass as you gasped but it turned into a whimpered as he rubbed the area he slapped

“you’re such a whore for fucking your boss, what would happen if people were to find out hm?” he said as he began going faster and faster, his pace not slowing down. all you could do was moan into the pillow as your back arched and grind back to meet his hips

“you’re so fucking needy, taking me so well like a good girl” tony said as he picked you up and your back met with his chest as he begin to rub your clit, earning a whimper from you. he kissed your jaw then your neck as he bit it

“so warm, this pretty pussy is taking my cock so well”

he rubbed your clit faster as he left bites and hickeys on your neck. “fuck i-im gonna come tony~”

“good, will you be a good girl and come on my dick for me baby?” he said into your ear as he nibbled on your earlobe

“mhm” you let out a moan. “come on speak up, i wanna hear you say it”

“yeah i wanna come for you tony!”

“atta girl, you’re doing so good” tony said as he hit that spot inside of you again and you’re already squirting on his cock, you legs shake as you tried to keep yourself up

tony held you against him as he kept fucking you, not stopping. you were starting to feel that feeling again, you knew you were about to come again

“t-tony it’s too much” you said as you bit down on your lip, already feeling overwhelmed and over stimulated

“i know baby but im close, you’re taking me so good, i can’t stop” he said into the crook of your neck as he kept rubbing your clit

“fuck~” you cussed as you came all over again, falling back onto the bed as your legs shook. tony groaned behind you as he pulled out of you

“come on, suck my cock for me baby, wanna see that pretty mouth wrapped around me”

he gripped the back of your head as he shoved his dick in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat every time was you groaned and gagged around his length

“fuck y/n, just like that” he hissed and threw his head back

you slurped and choked on his dick as your saliva drip down your chin, some dripping down his length and his balls

“just like that, you’re doing so good” tony said as he felt himself about to come

a few more thrust into your mouth and he let out a groan as he came down your throat, still thrusting into your mouth to ride out his high

“fuck that was so amazing y/n” tony said as he leaned down and kissed you slowly, tasting himself on your lips as you moaned into his mouth

“we both gotta get cleaned up now” you said to him as you smiled against his lips

“sure, i wouldn’t mind going another round in the shower” tony replied back as he picked you up bridal style, taking you to his bathroom

[nkirukaj]

Our Renaissance (4)

Pairing: Human!Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing; Racially Degrading Language, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 1920s Slang

Genre: Angst/SMUT(& Humor!)

Word Count: 13.8K

1928

Dear Alastor,

I will be heading over to where you are in a month! I do hope to see you, perhaps we could meet? 

Maybe at the coffee place that you showed me the last time we were together?

You did say you would treat me to tea when you got the money, and I am assuming you have the funds now! Haha! I cannot wait to see you!

Sincerely xo,

Vera

That was a month ago. Alastor had been looking forward to this since he received the letter. Ever since it had come in the mail, he had been studying the bottom of it. 

Sincerely xo,

Vera

Hugs and kisses.

He waits at the airport for her in his best blazer and dress pants, waiting and waiting as many men and women exit, each one further disappointing him as he waits for his girl. When he sighs in defeat, he feels a tap on his back, turning around, he sees Vera, standing there in a lovely loose pink dress, clearly taking advantage of her newfound freedom.

“Hello stranger,” she greets him, her voice lower and full of maturity

“Bonjou cher,” he grins, winking

“Did you miss me?” she grabs his arm and pulls him into a hug

“So it’s just you this time? No Daddy?”

She shakes her head, smiling “It’s just me,”

“Lovely,” he says picking her up by her waist and swinging her around as she laughs

“You look spiffy,” she tells him

“You look quite ritzy yourself, my dear. What have you been up to? Any shows you’re in lately? Tell me everything,”

Vera puts her hand up, palm facing him “How about you treat me to tea, and I can tell you everything there,” her eyes glow brightly

Simple things like this, sitting in a coffee shop and being able to pay for it were a dream of his. As they sat and sipped their drinks in silence, the actress broke it.

“I read about you in the papers.”

“I could say the same about you. ”

“It’s funny, my father actually sent me a newspaper with your picture in it. And he left a note asking if I ‘remember my little friend’.” She chuckles 

“It was my mother that showed me the pictures of you. I still have them on my dresser.”

She covers her face “Oh my goodness that is so embarrassing! Which picture?”

“The one where your hair is all curly, and your dress is cut low...” he smirks

“Oh gosh!” she blushes “That one is a mess!”

“I saw one photo with you and another woman, who was that?”

“Oh, that was Fredi Washington, fabulous woman. She’s phenomenal, we were in a short film together.”

Alastor seems impressed “Oh my, you’re getting to know everyone. Doing anything soon?”

“I’m actually here for a show. It’s playing at the Lyric Theatre. So I’ll be here for a while rehearsing and while the show runs.”

“Well, that’s just perfect. The stars have aligned for us, my dear.”

“How so?” She places a napkin on her lap, folding her hands above it before giving him her attention

“I have an idea that could benefit us both.”

“Oh?” Vera raises her eyebrow

“It’s clear that we have some sort of chemistry.”

“Chemistry?” she repeats incredulously

He laughs at her “Yes, Chemistry, that’s what I said. Don’t tell me you don’t think about necking with me” he winks

She looks around “Pipe down! You can’t just say that in public!” she whispers

He can’t help but look amused “Now is the time for sexual freedom! Isn’t that what you said?” He leans back in his chair

“I know what I said,” she leans forward “But I have a carefully curated image to uphold as a celebrity”

He crosses one of his legs over the other “You think I don’t? I’m a celebrity too. It’s actually a bit dangerous for me to be here unguarded.” he jests “I put myself at risk, for you.” he grabs her hand with his, both gloved. His black, and hers white.

She smiles and rolls her eyes “You still wear the gloves I gave you?” she lowers her voice “I’m guessing nobody knows they’re women’s gloves?” she teases him

“And they don’t need to know,” he shoots back

“Besides, your face isn’t even what people most recognize. It’s your voice! So as long as you keep it down, you should be fine. My face, unfortunately,” she places her hand on her chest “Is a commodity.” She seems pleased with herself “My face is on posters, newspapers, and magazines.” She humble-brags “I even saw myself on a billboard!” she sips her tea gracefully “My image helps shape the current beauty standard for Black women, along with Josephine, Gladys, and of course Fredi,” 

He leans forward to her, whispering slightly flirtatiously “And you love it.”

Vera breaks out into a grin “I do. It’s a dream.” She leans back and takes him in more “Looks like we were wrong about each other when we first met.”

“And I couldn’t be happier for it.”

She places her hands over her skirt “We’ve changed a lot Alastor. We’re grown.”

“Indeed we are,” he drinks from his mug

“By the way, what is that?” 

He raises his brows “Hmm?”

“The way you’re talking. You were not talking like that before, I’m sure of it.”

He places the mug back on the table “Oh! This is the voice I use for my broadcasts, the accent is quite popular amongst other radio stars.”

“Stars.” she smiles “You callin’ yourself a star?”

“It’s what I am. It’s what we are, be'be.” he gestures with one of his hands

Vera’s eyes flit from his hands up toward his lips, remembering more about the day she gave him those gloves “Be'be?” 

“Baby,” He leans back, gazing at her over his glasses, his light brown eyes bright and dilated slightly “Now would you listen to my idea?”

Vera scoots up in her chair “Sure Alastor, tell me.”

“I want to court you.”

Vera covers her mouth with her hand. It was all she could do to stop from laughing out loud and making a scene, though she did let out an obnoxious snort. Alastor looks annoyed at this reaction, simply waiting for her to be finished. She looks up at him and removes her hand “Oh, you’re serious? Alastor, is nobody home? Where did you pull that idea from, your ass?”

“If you’d let me finish, I could explain.” he huffs “We’re both stars, meaning we’re in the limelight, are you seriously telling me that no one has commented on your lack of a husband?” Vera glances away from him “Because I know that many have commented on my ‘inability’ to find a Jane suitable enough to marry, and there have been some groups of people who take that,” he clears his throat “Personally.”  her eyes goad him to continue “If that’s been happening to me, I can’t imagine what’s been happening to you. A swanky dame, oozing with sex appeal, and yet still hasn’t landed a husband? What would the papers say?” He drinks from his mug once more. 

“So what are you proposing exactly?”

“I’ll level with you. I have certain….interests and…hobbies that I don’t need getting out. If enough people start wondering why I’m still not married at this age, they could start digging and find some things they do not want to see.”

“And what do I get out of this arrangement?”

“The public favor, the ability to open a bank account where you can control your own funds, and of course, a sexy husband.” he leans back in his chair and smirks at her

She can’t help but smile at him and all his brazenness. Sometimes he made her feel like she was 19 again “And I suppose you get a sexy wife then?” She says jokingly

“I do indeed, my dear.” He responds fully serious

The seriousness of his tone causes her to blush “You’re just too much Alastor,” she says, not meeting his gaze

He leans forward “I think I’m just enough baby.” She scoffs, not knowing what else to say, overwhelmed by his charm “So it’s a deal then?” He reaches his hand out in front of him, and Vera stares before embracing it.

“Deal.”

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Vera and Alastor are taking a stroll through town, occasionally stopping to marvel at the constant music in the air, along with the smells of delicious food hitting their nostrils from every direction.

“God, I never get tired of being here,” Vera says to no one in particular, twirling on a whim

Alastor smiles softly at the sight of her. He understood why she was able to make her dream come true, she was truly a wonderful sight to behold “You could live here if you like.”

She stops to ponder the idea“ I suppose that if I am to become Mrs. Fontenot, then I would have to, no?”

He chuckles “I go by Baudelaire now, but not necessarily. I’d be here, but I’d just have to miss ya.” He teases

Vera scrunches up her nose “Baudelaire? Why ever would you change your last name?”

He shrugs “It’s easier to digest for some people.”

“Well that’s ridiculous, just about everyone here has a bit of French in them, but somehow that French name is too hard to get through their thick skulls? No, absolutely not. If we marry eventually, I shall be Mrs. Fontenot and nothing else. Of course, I will still be going by ‘Bates’ in regards to my work.”

“Oh of course,” He turns and stands in front of her grabbing her shoulders and shaking them. They both laugh as she pushes him playfully.

Alastor walks up to a street vendor, picking some Encore Azaleas, and casually paying the man all before Vera could see him. He presents her with the flowers and she gladly accepts, not expecting the gift.

“Oh thank you! I love these flowers!”

“I know,” he smirks. He loved this feeling, of being able to walk into town and participate in the city. Able to sit down at a coffee shop and take care of the tab. The ability to treat his intended to something as small as a flower that could make her day. Being on the radio was a dream in itself, but it made many other dreams come true as well.

“Look at you Mr. Moneybags,” she teases

“I don’t have that much money,”

“You never would’ve bought me a flower a few years ago,”

He shrugs “Hm, maybe plastic ones,”

“Oh please you hated me,”

“Hmm not as much as you hated me,” he grins

She giggles “We were quite the pair of enemies,”

“We most definitely were,”

“What changed, Mr. Baudelaire?” she says his new name mockingly, yet flirtatiously

“I suppose I simply grew up,”

“And realized that us girls, don’t have cooties?”

“Oh no, I still believe that,” he laughs

She laughs with him “If I have cooties, you’ve definitely caught them,”

“I may need a doctor then,” he puts the back of his hand on his forehead

She laughs heartily “Goodness Alastor, you are such a character!”

“Why thank you!” He spins her by her arm

She falls into his chest “Anything else planned for the day Alastor?”

He thinks for a moment, shrugging “Unless you would like to go hunting, then you’re out of luck.”

“I can go hunting with you.”

He raised a brow “Are you sure?” she nodded “Why?” he crossed his arms

“I like to be well-rounded,” she smiles

“Fair enough,”

Alastor lines the shotgun up to his eye, taking a moment to breathe in before the loud crack pierces through the air. Out in the distance, the loud thud of a deer that was hit square in the eyes is heard.

“Think you can do that?” He turns to Vera and cocks the gun once more

“I’m certain I can,” she tells him

“First let’s take this off,” he swipes her hat and she reaches for it “This is going to mess up your vision,” he plops it on his head and Vera chuckles at how funny it makes him look

“Should I remove my gloves as well?” she puts her hands on her hips

“No! The gloves are perfect. Now here,” he hands her the gun and helps her steady it “A little heavy for ya?” he snickers and she rolls her eyes at him

“These were clearly not made for a lady’s hand,” she holds it up to her eye the same way she saw Alastor do

He stands behind her, one hand on her hip and the other on the gun “Don’t hold it so close, you’ll get hit in the face,” he warns

Vera stomps “Show me then!”

Alastor holds the gun in front of her from behind her “Just focus on pulling the trigger,”

She takes a deep breath like she saw him do, taking a shot but missing it by a long ways

He cocks the gun “Okay do it again, but…better,”

Vera rolls her eyes again, focusing and concentrating, pulling the trigger and hitting a doe in the neck, she covers her mouth in astonishment, falling backward into Alastor, who shoots the gun in the air accidentally. In an instant he takes her to the ground, covering her body with his.

His breathing is heavy when he asks “You alright?”

She nods and starts laughing uncontrollably, she covers her mouth again to stop herself, but it doesn’t work.

“What’s so funny?” he breathes onto her face

“I can’t believe that just happened!” she cackles and from his proximity, he can feel her heart palpitating as he pulls her up to her feet. She’s still breathing heavily from all of the laughing she’s doing, and Alastor can’t help but crack a smile.

“Someone is hysterical,”

She stares up at him “I am not hysterical,”

“Then whatever are you laughing for?”

Vera catches her breath and thinks “I’m not really sure if I am being honest,”

Alastor wraps his arm around her waist and comments “Absolutely the strangest doll I’ve ever seen,” and flashes her his award-winning grin.

“Why do you hunt? I never understood the idea of it,”

“It passes the time my dear, and when I fire I feel like I am on top of the world. The universe at my beck and call,”

She grins back at him “You are the most dramatic man in the world!”

“That’s why I’m a performer darling!”

“You want me to be on your radio show?”

“Of course! It would be great for both of us! We can play up our chemistry so our marriage doesn’t seem out of nowhere”

She ponders it “Fine, then you have to be photographed with me,”

“Of course! What would it look like if I never took pictures with my beautiful wife,” he put emphasis on the word, making Vera’s stomach flutter. She was going to be Alastor’s wife.

“Alright, when do you want me on your show?”

He taps his chin “How about tomorrow?”

Her eyes widen “That is a bit short notice, but sure I believe that I can work it into my schedule,”

Alastor grins “Our courtship begins now,”

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, you know who I am, Alastor Baudelaire and you are all our delightful listeners of WWL, thank you all for tuning in!”

Vera sits behind him and mouths ‘Fontenot’ while making hand gestures. He rolls his eyes in an amused fashion before continuing. “Tonight we have breaking news! Connor Glass, the oldest banker in town has been found dead with his throat slit and stab wounds in his mouth and both of his eyes. Oh my!” He covers his mouth with his hand “How gruesome. Apparently, he was found in a dark alley near his own home. No one is safe anymore!”

Alastor waited in the woods near the old man’s house, he tripped him and fell into the alleyway, giving him a concussion. He remembers digging the knife through the man’s eyes and the groans the man let out as he died. He reached inside the man’s throat-

“He seemed to have been found without his vocal cords. How spooky. If the elderly aren’t safe, who is?”

It was odd though as Vera watched him, did not seem like he was concerned for the news that he was reporting on. Of course, to be in this line of work, one must be desensitized to the things one is saying. However, he did not seem unattached, but very involved. Involved and pleased. The grin he wore was something evil, something immoral as if he thrived on the demise of these people. Even more odd was how Vera found herself drawn to this sinful energy, the curve of his nasty grin sent shivers down her body, aching for the attention of his fingers.

“Are you ready?”

She snaps her head up “Yes?”

He snickers “Are you sure? Because you’re up next,”

“Really?”

“No. Of course you are!” He sits back down and gestures to the chair beside him “Sit here, darling,” she does and he pulls her closer to him to share the mic.

“Do I not get my own microphone?”

“I think it’s better if we share,” he smirks

“We have to be really close,”

He pulls her even closer “Much better,” he leans into her face, opening his mouth “And we’re back!”

She rolls her eyes at him, smiling. 

“I’d love to introduce the most wonderful, incredible, talented, and beautiful doll this side of America, my darling, Miss Vera Bates.”

She giggles “Hello Alastor,” 

“Now Miss Bates is not only a highly esteemed member of the Black elite of New York City, she is also a new coming accomplished actress. Gracing New Orleans with her presence for a run of an original musical, opening later this year.”

“Well, when you say it all like that it sounds amazing.” They both laugh at her faux humility

“Not only is Miss Bates talented but she’s very smart and drop-dead gorgeous. Unfortunately for you all, you don’t get the view that I have right now”

Vera giggles again “I do hope that you plan on attending opening night, Mr. Baudelaire” she speaks very breathy and flirtatiously, raising her eyebrow

Alastor’s voice turns slick and sultry “Of course Miss Bates, I wouldn’t miss it for the world ma chérie,” he peers at her over his glasses “Not only do I adore theater, but I also adore you.”

She blushes, not knowing where the line between performance and reality is drawn “Then I’ll be sure to reserve you a seat at the front, Mr. Baudelaire,”

“The better to see your beautiful face, Miss Bates”

She blushes and doesn’t respond.

“Now Miss Bates, do you think you can give a snippet of your show? Maybe a line or a song?”

“Now, I can’t do that. That would be against my contract,”

“Oh, that is quite unfortunate. We would have loved to hear that voice. But I suppose good things come to those who wait,”

“Indeed they do Mr. Baudelaire,” she teases

“Tell us Vera, how did you acquire such a gorgeous voice?”

“Well I did take voice lessons as a child,”

“Lessons? How interesting! Here I was thinking you were born with all this talent,”

“Okay, wise guy I was born with talent,”

He raises his eyebrows “Oh? Well, why don’t you show us? Or is your voice under contract as well?”

She clears her throat “I suppose I can sing something, are you ready?”

“Yes!”

I'd rather be blue, thinking of you

I'd rather be blue over you

Than be happy with somebody else

I'm crazy about 'ya, without 'ya

For you I'm strong

I can't do without 'ya

Oucha-ma-goucha, don't stay too long!

I need a little ah, little ooh, little oh

And I'm knocking on wood

Honey hurry up, hurry up, hurry up

It's so hard to be good

I'd rather be blue, thinking of you

I'd rather be blue over you

Than be happy with somebody else

Will I be good? Will I be bad?

Don't be a fool, you fool

My little flat, I'm turning that

Into a Sunday school

While you're away I'm here to say

There'll be no ice man there

Singing the blues I'm gonna use

Nothing but Frigidaire

I'd rather be blue, thinking of you

I'd rather be blue over you

Than be happy with somebody else

Blue over you

I'd rather be blue over you

Than be hap-hap-hap-happy

With somebody else

When she looks up, he’s staring at her with no words. Vera clears her throat once more “Fanny Brice? I don’t know if you know the song,”

“I know of it. Now ladies and gentlemen, if you aren’t applauding in your living rooms then either you’re deaf or you’ve gone completely screwy!”

“Oh stop, Alastor! You’re such a charmer,”

“Oh now…thank you!”

“What about you? Any other talents besides the gift of gab?”

Alastor looks to the side “Well I suppose I’m fond of taking things apart and putting things back together. I started somewhere in my adolescent years,”

He thought of a moment when he’d dismembered another boy.

“I wonder what you would get if you put the arms where the legs should be? I supposed you’d be doing a handstand!!” He sings and devolves into laughter while clapping the severed hands.

He’s sitting in front of his mic with an interested bright, psychotic smile. Vera examines him and his tone.

“Wow, what an ominous way to say that,”

“Well, I have to keep people on their toes!” his smile grew brighter “Have you always been interested in acting?”

“Why of course! It’s my lifeblood? And you with radio?”

“I could never imagine doing anything else,”

“Well, the world is better for it,”

“For you or me?”

She grins back at him “Yes,”

They both cackle, on the air. 

“This has been the lovely Miss Vera Bates, give her a hand.” he sighs “Do you hear that applause?” he asked her

“No!” They cackle some more as he turns the show to some music.

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“You may be wondering why you’ve all been gathered here today,” Vera announces to May and her family “Well, Alastor go on,”

“Go on what?”

“Tell them!”

“Tell them what?”

“About your…plan?”

“My plan?”

She furrows her brows and whispers to him.

“Oh! I have the intention to court Vera,” he tells them.

Their audience is stunned.

“Oh! This is amazing!” May pipes up

“Does this mean he’ll be my brother?” asks a grown-up Brynn

“Well, it’s just courting, it doesn’t mean it’s going anywhere else. Right, Vera?”

Vera’s eyes dart away “We’ll see,”

“Miss Vera, I would love to have you as a daughter-in-law! Promise me that I can make your wedding dress,”

“Now don’t get so excited May, we don’t know how far this is going to go. My Vera has many prospects,”

“Any serious ones?” Alastor raised his brow

“Yes, they’re very serious,” Cassius squints his eyes

“But is she serious about them?”

“Yes indeed,’

“Then why am I courting her?”

“Perhaps you just adore wasting your time,”

Vera interjects “Hello, I am right here! A human being with a mouth, thank you,”

“I apologize, darling, I only meant so many gentlemen would love your hand in marriage,”

“Like me,” Alastor responds

“Of course,” Cassius says flatly

“Of course, it doesn’t have to lead to marriage, but I know my boy has been stuck on Miss Vera for a while now,”

Cassius seems tense “Has he?” he asks through his teeth

Vera looks to Alastor, who looks away from her “Really?”

“But I must admit you have raised quite a young lady,”

Cassius boasts “Well thank you, it was a bit harder than raising other children, but I did my best,”

“What do you mean by that?” Alastor cocked his head

“It’s not any of your business now is it?”

“If she is to be my wife I feel as though I should know,”

“Well there’s no guarantee that she’ll be your wife, so it’s not necessary,” Cassius stands 

Vera goes between the two men “All right we do not need a blind meat fight,”

“Language Vera!” “She is a grown woman, Cassius,”

“Watch it,” he leans in and Vera physically pushes them away from each other

“That’s enough! I’ve had enough of this. I will make my own choices, I am a woman now father! And Alastor, stop starting things because you think it’s funny,”

Alastor smirks behind her “No promises,”

Cassius sits back down “So, what do you have planned for my daughter?” Thank you

“I was just thinking maybe I could do what you do. Treat her like a child maybe and see how things work out?”

May put a hand on her son’s shoulder “Alastor,” she warns him “I’m sorry, he can’t help himself. Just like his father,”

Alastor chuckles “No I’m not,” he speaks with the utmost seriousness “I was just teasing of course,”

“Oh May, I am so sorry that you have to deal with this kind of behavior,”

“Oh yes, and I am so sorry to you as well Daphne,”

“Do NOT speak to my wife!”

Vera puts her head in her hands “UGH!”

“Vera, what have we talked about, inside voices,”

“I am upset father! You refuse to cease this nonsense, not even for me! Your ego is more important than me!”

“Do NOT raise your voice at me!”

“I AM A GROWN WOMAN FATHER!”

“Well, what about him Vera? Huh?! You just let him disrespect your family?!”

She looks towards Alastor “No, I just-“

“You don’t know what you want! And it’s time for this little experiment to be over!”

“What experiment father? Doing something and choosing something on my own?! You know I invited you here to tell you, not ask your permission!”

The silence is deafening, the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Cassius turns to Alastor “Things were so much better before you got into my daughter’s head,”

“Better for who?” Alastor examines his nails “Because it was much worse from my perspective,”

“I think we should get-“ Cassius gets cut off

“Yes, I do believe I should get going!” he starts jaunting off toward the door and Vera follows him

“Where are you going?”

He fixes the collar on his jacket “Emergency down at the station. I do believe I should fix it,”

“You are making a horrible impression!” she whispers

“From the looks of it, it seems that your father was,” his tone light and playful

She crosses her arms “Who said that I was talking about with him?”

“I am sorry, I don’t know what you mean my dear,”

She sighs “I mean me Alastor, this is how it may be if we marry? I don’t want every meeting with my family to be a fight. If this is how it’s going to be then I may have to call this deal off,”

Alastor’s expression darkens slightly “Now now, let us not get dramatic over one conversation,”

She put her hands on her hips “Dramatic??”

He sighs “I apologize. I’m just in a bit of a rush, but we can discuss this when I return, all right?” He cups her chin

Vera smiles “All right,”

He strokes her cheek with his thumb “Good girl,” 

A blush rises her cheeks as she allows him to walk out without another word. The door slam rings throughout the house.

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Cassius was not pleased to hear that his daughter was being taken to a club.

“A night out of dancing father, what is the issue with that?”

“Of course, nothing wrong with a night of dancing with a bunch of hooligans?”

She gathers some nice earrings “Who is to say that they are hooligans father?”

“Only hooligans go to clubs,”

“You go to clubs, for business correct?”

“High-end clubs. This is a lousy club where the poor link,”

Vera fastens her earrings “How could you possibly know that?””

“Because I know how hooligans act. You’re being courted by one as we speak!”

“Father, Alastor is not a hooligan. And you forget that is a certified celebrity. You can’t possibly know the type of club he will bring us to,”

He snickers “Ah yes, a certified celebrity that got help from one of my good friends,”

“Is that a problem?”

“I got to where I am on my own, he needed help from me,”

Vera looks around “Well, me,” she corrects him 

“Semantics darling. Are you wearing that?”

She dons a light pink fringe flapper dress “Indeed I am,”

He raises an eyebrow “Hmm,” he lifts his drink to his lips

“What?”

“Enjoy your night, I’m sure you’ll fit right in,” he says with a slight grimace.

Vera slid on her gloves, then her headpiece, making sure the feathers didn’t fall into her face, and took a look at herself in the mirror. She felt ready to dance.

Alastor insisted they take the trolley “Do you have this in New York?” 

Vera chuckles “We do, however, our family personally prefers to take the train. Or perhaps a car,”

“Well, I’ll show you something that New York City could never match,”

He brings her inside a small-looking building with a small number of people scattered at different tables and a bartender cleaning glasses behind the bar.

“Wow, you sure have New York beat,” she says sarcastically

He rolls his eyes at her, grabs her hand, and approaches the bartender. “Sir,” he calls out, the man looking up “Open sesame,” he tells him, knocking on the wood of the bar twice.

The man smiles “Welcome back Alastor,” and pulls on a rope, opening a door in the back of the building. Alastor leads her through the door and down the stairs, closing it behind them. At the bottom of those stairs was a lively party. A full band playing jazz music and people dancing like there’s no tomorrow, switching partners and swinging the fringe on their dresses so it looks like they’re about to fly.

On the stage, there’s a short blonde woman, chubby in body singing her heart out with the band. She was clearly comfortable on the stage as she danced around with no choreography. Her dress fits her body slimly and her hair stops at her shoulders. When Alastor walks in her eyes widen and her smile increases tenfold. She comes down from off the stage, strolling up to him with a confident smirk as she sings. She taps him on the chest and they share a knowing look as she climbs back on stage to complete her set with a big finish. The audience applauds for her and she soaks it up before approaching him again.

“Alastor!” she approaches with her arms open

“Mimzy!” he hugs her tightly with a squeeze 

Vera stands to the side, feeling quite awkward, not knowing how to introduce herself, or if she was even welcome to speak.

“Where have you been? Haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Oh Mimzy, it’s only been about..two months?”

She scoffs “Two months too long!”

He waves her off “Oh you!”

“I’m so glad you came to see me sing,” she bats her lashes

“I had no idea you were singing tonight!” he laughs

She smirks “Oh really? You know everything that goes on here, but not this? Yeah right, Al,” Al? She’d never heard anyone call him Al. “Well, come on! Don’t just stand there, you know you always have a seat reserved for you!” She pulls on his arm.

Vera reaches for him, and he glances back at her “Well, make that two seats. Have you met Vera?”

Mimzy finally acknowledges her. Vera waves slightly and Mimzy looks her up and down. “I don’t believe I have,” she spoke in her nasal voice

“This is Vera,” he gestures to her “We’ve just begun courting,”

She squints “Oh! I didn’t know you were seeing anyone,”

“Well, I’ve been keeping it hidden until now,”

“Could’ve told me Alastor! The line for you is out the door!” they laugh and Vera feels like an outsider. She now finally understood what her father meant earlier in the night.

“They’re here for you darling!”

Mimzy snorts “The ladies? Don’t flatter me! They’re always here for my ‘handsome friend,’” 

“Well, I am certainly handsome,”

“How charming are you?!” They start cackling together as they walk and Vera follows them. Vera quietly orders a drink and stirs it when it comes. “Come on! Let’s hit some shots then hit the floor!”

“Couple rounds on me!” Mimzy tells the bartender and they down them once they’re slid over. 

Mimzy dragged Alastor to the dance floor and cut a rug like nobody’s business. Vera sips her drink, knowing that she could never dance like that, or act like that, or be like that. Alastor had brought her to a place where she was an outsider and then left her alone.

When he stumbles back over he shouts to Mimzy “Let me take a break Mimzy! You’re hounding me like a dog!” He laughed and took a sip of another drink. “Having fun baby?” he looks towards her for the first time since Mimsy arrived

She shrugs, stirring her drink further “Sure,” she crosses her legs on the stool.

“Is something wrong?” he licks the whiskey off his bottom lip.

“No,” she lies, not looking at him

“You do know that I cannot read your mind, my dear,” he leans in closer

Her eyes dart away “I do. I am just fine. Everything’s jake,”

“Would you care to dance?”

She scoffs “Aren’t you dancing already? With Mimzy???” she says her name mockingly while she takes another sip of her drink

Alastor smirks hugely “Are you jealous?” he raises an eyebrow, clearly loving this

She blushes “No! I just… don’t like how close she is with you. When did you meet her?”

Alastor’s grin takes up his entire face “When you were gone, in New York City,”

“Oh,” her face drops, still not looking at him

“Have you not also made friends?”

She shrugs “Well my friends do not flirt with me!”

“Flirt? Who was flirting?”

“Her! And you!”

He slinks up behind her “I’m just being friendly…” he purrs in her ear

“Too friendly,” she looks away from him

“What would you like from me? Hmm?”

She sighs “I just want to make sure you still want me. Want to…marry me,”

He wraps his arms around her “Of course I want you, how could I not?”

“Are you sure?”

He nods “Can’t wait to slap on the ol’ handcuff,” he laughs while Vera seems less than pleased. He looks down at her “What’s eating you now dollface?”

She turns away from him in avoidance and he turns her chin back to him. She lowers her eyes and stirs her drink with a stirrer “I don’t like that,”

“Don’t like what?”

“I don’t like that people call the engagement ring ‘handcuff’,”

Alastor rolls his eyes, smiling “It’s just a saying baby,”

“No, it’s not. Not to me,”

He turns his whole body toward her, giving her his full attention “Why? What’s wrong with it?”

She furrows her brows “Calling it ‘handcuff’ makes it seem like getting engaged is like getting pinched. Like it’s so horrible to get engaged.” She jerks away from him “And I certainly don’t want a fiancé or a husband who does not want to be married to me,” she walks away from him

Alastor leaves the bar and comes up behind her, swiping her glass from her fingers and placing it on a table. He enveloped her with his arms, holding her close to his chest. He lowers his head, nudging into the crook of her neck, pulling a small smile out of her.

“I would be honored to marry you if you’ll still have me,” He sways their bodies back and forth

“Don’t push it, you haven’t even proposed yet,” she looks at him smirking

He smirks back “But you know I will,”

“I don’t think I do know, it’s been so long,”

Alastor bites her ear “I’m waiting for something special,”

She looks up at him “This isn’t special?” 

He just gives her a smug look without answering. She knew he had something devious up his sleeve. He always did.

Alastor took her by the hand and pulled her to the floor during a slower number.  He places her arms around his neck and his around her waist, pulling her so close to him that their chests touch. They sway back and forth to the sultry sounds of slow jazz as Vera moves her fingers to play with his loosely curled hair. She stares up at him as he tells her

“These are my favorite dances,” and she giggles “I’m so glad you’re here with me,”

“Really?”

“Of course, I love showing you off,” 

She giggles once more “Well, then I’m happy to be here,” 

He smiles warmly “I apologize for making you feel unseen. I just wanted to catch up with Momizy, but that’s no excuse for ignoring my intended,”

“I forgive you,” she hums as he spins her

“Lovely,” he kisses her neck, making her giggle further. 

Once the song ends he guides her back to her spot at the bar. He glances just past her and says

“I apologize, however, I need to make use of the facilities,” and he runs off to the john.

Vera sips her drink waiting for Alastor to return when Mimzy approaches her.

“Ya know, you don’t babysit the shot. You just drink it,” Vera stares at her confused “Too good for our drinks?”

“No, they’re just…very strong,”

Mimzy hums and examines her nails “Ya can’t handle a drink. Can you even handle being here…toots?”

“I am doing just fine,”

“I see that,” she says passive-aggressively “What’s with you and Al anyway huh? You a stray puppy?”

“Why are you calling him Al?”

“Because he’s my best friend,” Mimzy bats her lashes “Is there a problem?”

“Of course not, Just wondering. And he told you, we are courting,”

Mimzy looks her up and down “Right. Quite a dress you’ve got on,” the look is similar to her father’s “What trash can did you find that in?”

Vera squints “I had it made,”

“Yikes,” she grimaces then giggles

“Is there a reason for you being over here?”

She rolls her eyes “I just wanted to see…what my Al is ‘courting’, but I see you’re no threat,”

“No threat because there is no competition,”

“Right, ‘cuz I’m his best friend and you’re a nobody who wants to ride on a meal ticket,”

“Ha!” She stifles her laughter “Do you know who I am? I’m Vera Bates!” The blonde’s face reeks of confusion “Award-winning actress? Part of the Bates family of the Black elite? From New York? We’re something of an aristocracy there” She gives the blonde a faux humble smile “Ever heard of the ‘Harlem Renaissance’?”

“No,” Mimzy’s nasally voice responded

Vera leans down to speak to the shorter woman “Yeah, that’s ‘cuz we’re living in it. The bottom line is I do not need your friend’s money.” 

“Oh, so he wants you for your money. Haha, now it makes sense!” Mimzy soothes herself with this possible conclusion

Vera laughs again “I assure you, money has nothing to do with it. Do you know that he practically begged me to let him court me?” Vera smirks cockily “He simply came to me with his concerns about needing a wife, and I agreed to help him out.”

“But why would he ask you?”

“Why wouldn’t he? I’m rich, smart, talented, and beautiful!”

Mimzy scoffs “He could’ve asked me.” she mumbles under her breath

“Oh! Is that what this is about? Do you love him?”

Mimzy’s pale face turns red “Well, I wouldn’t say that-“

“Ah yes, I know about the trend of white women being interested in Black men these days, but I must remind you that it is in fact illegal.” she gives a smug grin “Besides, even if it wasn’t, he was quite clear that it had to be me.”

“You’re lying!”

Vera raises her eyebrows “Ask him,”

“I don’t have to do anything you say,” she huffs 

“Aww, is bunny scared? You were the big cheese a few moments ago,”

Mimzy scoffs and disappears back into the crowd.

“I apologize for taking so long my dear,”

Vera giggles “Did you have to drop a load in the john?” he laughs along with her. When they calm down, Vera notices his collar and reaches up to pull it. “What’s that?” she reaches and wipes off a small red stain. “This stain?”

Alastor widens his eyes “Oh that, well I just got a bit of a nosebleed while in the bathroom,”

“You know you’re meant to take your jacket off when you use the toilet?” she chuckles 

He waves her off “The quicker I get it all done, the quicker I can come back to you,” he steps towards her

She pulls back “Does that mean that your jacket has toilet germs on it?” she laughs

“Hmm? It might, do you want to check for me?” he teases her, coming closer

“Eugh!!” they both laugh together and Alastor takes a breath of relief

“Did you have fun with Mimzy?” 

“I don’t need you to mock me,” she rolls her eyes

He waves her off “But did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

She nods “I am a huge fan of the jazz music the band played. I loved it and all the dancing,”

“But?”

She smiles “I think Mimzy has a crush on you,”

“I know,”

“You know?”

“Yes, I am aware. We have had that discussion, and I’ve informed her that we are just friends,”

Vera smirks cockily “You may need to have it again,”

“I certainly will,”

She jokes “You plan to invite her to the wedding?”

“I don’t know, maybe,”

“Why didn’t you tell her ahead of time?”

“I thought she would take it better this way,”

She stares at him incredulously “Did you really?”

“Yes! She seems better at it on the spot,”

“Well, she knows now. She is not my competition,”

“She was never your competition”

Vera smirks “I know,”

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Vera began to wonder when it was that Alastor planned to propose to her. They’ve walked in the park, gone to fancy French restaurants, jazz concerts, and they’d even danced in the street. She’d been on his radio show many a time, and now she was wondering if he was ever really serious at all.

“So tell us again what the show is called,”

“The show is an original musical called The Moon and the Stars. I play a character called Sunshine,”

“And how are you feeling, now that the opening night is in a few days?”

She sighs happily “I honestly think it feels so surreal. It’s as if this is all a dream that I haven’t woken up from yet. I can’t believe that this opportunity is going to me, but I am eternally grateful for it,”

“Well, you deserve every moment of it. How do your castmates feel about you?”

“We’re all a big family, that’s how it is when you’re in a show. Everyone becomes your brothers and sisters,”

“Do you have a favorite?”

“Of the cast?”

“Or anyone,”

She flutters her lashes “Well, not to be sappy, but my favorite is you,”

“Oh stop,” he waves her off “You’re making me blush,”

“And just like a family would, my castmates are very interested in knowing when you plan to propose?”

Alastor leans back in his chair, bringing his mic with him “What did you tell me? Good things come to those who wait, my dear,”

Opening night was magic. Right before going onstage, she felt her nerves almost get the better of her. However, the moment she stepped out into those lights, it felt as though her body moved on its own, the lines, the songs, the dancing, her mind was no longer in control, it was her soul. She knew that this was what she was meant to do. Her entire family has front-row seats, as well as May and Alastor, as he’d promised. And when the show had ended she felt as though she’d just blinked and just like that it was over. Standing ovation and all. 

Sitting in her dressing room, staring at herself in the mirror she heard the door open.

“Knock knock!” said her father as he entered

She stands to greet her parent and little sister

“Congratulations!”

“You were so amazing!!”

She was so long lost in the whirlwind of love and praise from her family that she didn’t even notice Alastor walk in with a large bouquet for her until Brynn called out his name.

“Alastor?” she called

Vera turns away from her parents and runs to him, embracing him in a hug.

“Did you like it?”

“It was a masterpiece, my dear, you were immaculate,”

She blushes “Oh you,” she waves him off as she takes the bouquet and places it by her mirror. She hugs him, staring up into his eyes and he stares down into hers, when a bright flash goes off in their faces.

“Mr. Baudelaire, Miss Bates! When are you tying the knot?”

“Are you still planning on marrying??!”

Vera pulls away, pushing hair out of her eyes “I’m not sure. I guess that’s up to Mr. Baudelaire,” she laughs, hugging herself

“Well, it seems he’s already decided!” 

Vera seems confused “What?” she laughs and questions as the flashes go off over and over again. She takes a moment to stop and slowly turns around to see Alastor’s Chesire grin as he knelt on the ground on one knee. 

She covers her mouth and screams, the flashes going crazy behind them, but they don’t matter at all at this moment. Nothing but the two of them mattered when he slipped that ring on her finger, laughing at her reaction all the while. Hugging her stiff body while she stares at the ring in shock. The flash goes off over and over as he kisses her cheek.

Even Cassius is shocked and holds Brynn by her shoulders, but even he can’t find any fault with this beautiful moment.

Alastor whispers in her ear “This is something special,”

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After the opening night, Vera decided to ditch the party and sit by the river with her new fiancé and watch the moon rise in the night sky. 

  “Wow, this truly is something special,” Vera says in hushed wonder “It’s so beautiful,”

“Not as beautiful as you,” Alastor chimes in

She playfully shoves him “Ugh you are such a dope.”

“Mhmm,” He agrees lying her down on the grass and climbing on top of her

“Alastor!” she whispers

“Hmm?” He says planting small kisses on her lips. She cannot resist these kisses.

She tries speaking between each kiss, “Alastor!” she manages to get out his name once more

“Yes..?” he goes down to her neck to let her speak

“I… uh, umm…” she tries to remember what she was going to say between moans of pleasure “What-w-what. Oh! What if someone sees?” She warns him

He lifts his head “We’re engaged now, what does it matter?” he goes back to kissing her neck

“Oh, umm…” she bites her lip “I guess you’re right.”

“You know I am baby,” he kisses her lips once more, trapping her in bliss under the beautiful night sky.

His hands travel up from her waist to the buttons of her blouse, undoing them expertly. 

“What are you doing?” she questions him

Alastor doesn’t answer, but slowly inserts his hand inside her blouse and under her bra, beginning to rub the sensitive nub in the center of her breast.

“Alastor!” She sits up, pulling her blouse together to cover herself “We are outside! In public!”

Alastor seems very hypnotized by lust “So?” he says shrugging, a constant lazy grin on his face

“Ugh!” she groans “So…I do not want to be caught with my tits out!”

“Like I said, we’re engaged,”

“That wouldn’t matter if my bubs were all on display for everyone to see!”

That grin does not waver “Not everyone, just me,” he leans forward, kissing her again and reaching back into her blouse

“Ugh!” she groans, slapping his hand away

He finally looks annoyed “If you can tell me that you seriously don’t like it, I will stop,”

Her eyes dart away from his face “I-“

“No,” he stops her “Look at me,”

She swallows some air “I….” 

Alastor raises his eyebrows in anticipation.

“Keep going,” she wraps her arms around him and his grin returns

“That’s” he drags his tongue up her neck at a snail’s pace “What I thought,” reaching inside her blouse once more to rub her hard nipples with his cool fingers, making them harden even more. “Mmmmm,” he hums, pulling her breast out of her shirt and placing it in his mouth

She gasps “Alastor!”

He turns his eyes up at her and drops her breast from his mouth “Baby, I know you love saying my name, and I do so love hearing it,” he flashes a smile “But you don’t have to pretend that you don’t like it. There’s no one around. I promise if you actually don’t like what I’m doing just say so. I will stop,” he kisses her nipple “All right?”

She stares up at him as she lies in the grass. His loose curls fall over his smooth warm beige skin. He was so beautiful, especially on top of her. She takes his glasses off and puts them to the side. “All right,” she smiles sheepishly as he removes hers. 

“Lovely,” he states trailing his thick, long tongue around the bud

“Uhhh,” Vera lets out a high-pitched whine as he flicks one bud with his tongue, and the other with his fingers, pulling the other breast out of her blouse. He starts sucking on the other breast, leaving the initial one exposed. The night air hits the saliva he left on her nipple, intensifying the cool feeling on it.

He switches back and forth between her breasts, then pulls them together to suck on them at the same time. 

“Fuck!” It slips out of Vera’s mouth before she realizes it. She blushes and covers her lips in embarrassment. Alastor moves her hand away. 

“Say it,” he growls “Say ‘fuck’ baby,”

“Fuck,” Vera moans as Alastor expertly twists her nipple in his thin fingers

“Say it again,” he commands

“Fuck!” She breathes out louder

“Now say my name,” he orders, pulling said nipple

“Alastor,” she breathes out “Fuck Alastor!”

He pulls her so she’s sitting upright on his lap, both of their cores aching under their clothes. His bulge is obvious, and her heat soaks through her panties and tights, wetting his trousers as they meet, blocked by barriers of decency.

Alastor pulls Vera forward onto his bulge, making her gasp. 

“What is that?” She asks him

He furrows his brows in concentration and smirks “You don’t know what that is?”

She blushes “I do,” she looks away, “I just didn’t know it could get…hard like that,”

“It’s for you,” he jokes 

She looks back quickly “What?”

“I’m supposed to use it on you, but that I’ll save for later,” he bites her neck, then her bare breasts hanging outside of her blouse.

“Oh,” her blush deepens “A wedding present?” she jokes

Alastor throws his head back, his cackling turns into him sucking in air and letting his jaw drop as he stares at his intended, filled to the brim with lust. He pulls her back on forth on top of his twitching bulge, running between her clothed lips, making her moan into the night sky. Alastor returns his mouth to her nipple, sucking like he expected milk to come out. Vera’s moans turn gravelly as she stares down, meeting his eyes as he looks up with her breast still inside of his mouth. She begins grinding against him on her own, holding onto his shoulders like handlebars. She hugged and pressed his face against her breast, obsessed with the feeling on his lips around her nipple, grinding faster according to the pleasure she was feeling. 

“Yes…” she growls into his ear as she holds his head

Alastor’s eyes widen, and he’s surprised by her reactions, expecting something a bit more prude, however, he then remembers the woman that he was marrying. Her prudish nature was simply a facade that he saw through immediately, a mask that she insisted on wearing, but he was attracted to the woman underneath. Vera sucks in some air, her eyes lidding as she stares down, not paying attention to anything but the man hanging onto her breast. She wants nothing else but him. 

“Yes…mmm…fuck, switch to the other one,” she orders him

Alastor’s cock jumps in his trousers hearing her take charge as he does what she tells him. Rocking her back and forth as she grinds onto him.

“Mmmm…yes!” she shuts her eyes, holding him as tight as possible as he juts up into her. The cool, night air does nothing to stop them as Alastor feels the tension rising in his cock and Vera feels the knot tightening in her core. She grinds into his bulge once more, slower this time, to feel every inch of his throbbing clothed cock, dragging her juices all over him in the process. At the same time Alastor thrusts up into her clothed core faster and faster, his trousers being wettened by the dewy grass and her clothed cunt, Alastor automatically knowing which one he liked better. They ride this pleasure out together as they both release, creating wet spots over their respective garments, all done within the light of the New Orleans moon.

She pulls him off her nipple and up to her face, hands on both sides of his head, she kisses him. 

“You….” Vera breathes heavily into Alastor’s mouth, their noses touching and his arms still holding her in place “Better go through with marrying me,” she threatens

“Oh I am,” he grins wickedly, staring up at her, and pulling her closer, giving her a lick on her neck that has them both grinning like crazy. They kiss as if they may never see each other again.

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“What do we think indoor or outdoor?”

“I think indoors would be nice,”

“Flowers?”

“Azaleas of course,”

“And what about theme?”

“Why are you asking me everything this is his wedding too,”

Daphne grabs her daughter’s shoulder “Sweetheart, everyone knows that the wedding is all for the bride. The groom is just lucky to be marrying such a beautiful woman at all. So what do you want?”

Vera puts her finger to her lips “I want Alastor to help me plan it,”

“You don’t need Alastor, weddings are a woman’s event,”

She purses her lips “It’s a lot to do on my own,”

“That’s why you have me and Brynn. We’re women, here to help.” she puts her hands on her daughter’s shoulders “I remember my wedding, it was the most beautiful day of my life up until that point, and I had to do the planning all by myself because my mother hated that I was marrying up,” she pushes hair behind her ear

“Father didn’t help you at all?”

Daphne laughs “I told you, a wedding is a woman’s event,”

Vera looks off past her mother when Alastor comes into the room “Oh I apologize, is this a bad time?”

“Well Alastor, we are planning your wedding to my daughter,” Daphne says looking down

Vera smiles “Hi,” she waves

Alastor smiles softly “Hello my dear,” he holds up an envelope “I happened to catch the mail as I walked up. It’s for you my, sweet,”

Vera skips over to him “Oh! Thank you, how sweet,”

She opens the letter and reads it while Alastor comes up behind her and kisses her on the hair. He wraps his arms around her waist “What is it, my dear?”

“It’s a letter from the producers of The Moon and the Stars…we’re being transferred to Broadway,” she looks up

Daphne gasps and runs over prying her daughter out of Alastor’s arms, she screams in excitement, while Vera doesn’t know how to react.

“What’s all the hubbub?” Cassius enters the room

“Vera’s going to be on Broadway!!”

“Well we can calm down with the screeching Daphne, let’s keep our manners,”

Daphne calms herself “You’re right, my apologies,”

“But that is exciting. Great job sweetie!” he hugs his older daughter and Brynn hugs her as well

“What does that mean about the wedding?” Brynn asks, breaking the moment

Alastor runs his hand through his hair “I was wondering the same thing,”

Cassius has a huge smile on his face when he says “Well, I suppose we’ll have to cancel it!”

“Well, it could just be moved…”

“Nonsense! Weddings should not be rushed, no need to do all that work for it to turn out low quality am I right sweetie?” They all look over at Vera “Vera?”

She snaps out of her daze and says “The Broadway run would start after the wedding, but right after.” She looks up “Only about a week,”

“No time for a honeymoon!” Daphne comments

“Well, thank God for that!” 

Vera looks toward her fiancé “Alastor?”

“Normally I’d say your husband comes first, but this is my daughter’s dream! You wouldn’t get in the way of her dream, would you?” Cassius grins mischievously 

Vera stares up at Alastor, waiting for his response “I don’t understand why anything has to change. We can have the wedding and Vera can attend the Broadway run of the musical after,”

“But who knows how long I’ll be gone,” 

“True as well!”

“I’m willing to sacrifice the honeymoon for you my dear,”

“Really?” her eyes light up

He strokes her cheek “Anything for you, dearest,”

Vera looks down at the letter once more “Then it’s settled! I’m going to Broadway!”

“Huzzah!”

Brynn speaks up from the couch “Has anyone heard about the New Orleans killer?” she asks unwrapping some chocolate and popping it into her mouth

They turn to her “What?”

“The New Orleans killer, people have been talking about it for quite some time. Have you not read the papers lately?”

“I thought that was a myth if I am honest,” Vera tells her

Brynn shakes her head “No, he is real. And no one can guess his motives. He has killed men, women, elderly. No one knows where he will strike next,” she smirks

Daphne scoffs “That’s it, no more morning papers for you. You bring this up now of all moments?”

The younger sister raises her eyebrow “I suppose it’s my turn to give her the heebie-jeebies,” she smiles at her sister

“If there’s a killer on the loose, perhaps we should postpone the wedding” Vera looks around, worried

“Looks like someone getting cold feet,” Cassius jokes

“She is right about there being a killer,” Alastor defends, turning to her and grabbing her hands “Vera, don’t you worry about a thing. I will make sure nothing happens to you and no one hurts you. I guarantee it.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine, my dear.”

“That’s what you think,” Brynn eats another chocolate and Daphne takes the can from her.

“This is so exciting I can’t believe this is happening! Thank you for being so understanding,”

“Of course! We made a deal!”

Vera’s face falls slightly “Right, our deal,” she quickly changes the subject “How are you going to feel finally living on your own?”

“Well, I won’t be lonely. I’ll have you… and of course my mother,”

Vera’s thoughts stop like a record scratch “I’m sorry?”

“You and my mother,”

“You mean that your mother will always be in your heart?”

“No..well of course she will. But, she’ll be with me,”

Vera shakes her head in disbelief “Pardon me but, we are to be married,”

“Yes?”

“Which means we will have to complete the marital act,”

Alastor smirks “We can do that,”

“And you plan to have your mother with us?”

He shrugs “In a separate room of course,”

She shakes her head again and scoffs “No,”

Alastor furrows his brows “So my mother has to be alone?”

“Alastor we are about to be a married couple, surely your mother understands that,”

“Of course, but I can’t have her alone,”

“Why not?”

“Because she will be alone. She does not have a husband like your mother, or any other children. She only has me,”

“Have you considered that maybe she wants to be alone?”

“Why would she want that?”

“Because she’s had to live with you your entire life,”

He steps toward her “I’ve helped her my entire life. Why does this peeve you so?”

She lowers her voice “I am not comfortable with the idea of doing, husband and wife things, while your mother is in the other room,”

“She can be down the hall,”

“Alastor this is ridiculous,”

He gestures with his hands “I know that your family has money to keep them company, but the only things my mother and I had were each other,”

Vera drops the objects in her hands “No no no no no! This will not stand!”

“What would you like my mother to do alone? What if she needs help and I am not there?”

“Your mother is a grown woman, why do you think her incapable?”

“My mother has no one, you always have. All she has is me,”

“That does not answer my question, why do you think her incapable?”

“It confuses me on why this is such an issue for you,”

She slams her hands down “It is not the life I dreamed of with you!”

He doesn’t respond for a while then speaks up “I understand. But do you understand why this is necessary?” “I do not. I cannot,” she storms out of the room

When Alastor returns home, he hears voices inside which is abnormal. He enters the kitchen to see his mother sitting at the table across from his fianceé.

“Hello Alastor,” Vera greeted him

He looks around “What is going on?”

“What is going on is that I decided to visit your mother. And being the amazing woman that she is, we decided to compromise on her living with us, only to find out, that she had not heard anything of the sort whatsoever. Is that not strange, my dear?”

His eyes dart around, face turning warm “I-“ he takes a step backward “That is quite strange,”

Vera turns to May, “What do you think about it May?”

“I think you two will have a lovely time, by yourselves,”

“I agree, do you not Alastor?”

His face falls, not responding. His fianceé approaches him 

“Alastor, we are going to be fine,” she lowers her voice, touching his chest

“Vera baby, let me talk to him,” May touches the small of her back

Vera looks back at the mother in slight confusion “All right,” she says, touching Alastor’s face “I will see you later,” she tells him and she exits the house

May steps closer to her son “Alastor, I know that for a long time we’ve only had each other, but you’re about to become a husband. You cannot have me by your side forever,”

“I know,” Alastor throws himself into his mother’s arms “I will miss you,”

“I know. I will miss you as well. But I will be all right, and so will you. I will be here for you whether we live together or not”

Alastor doesn’t respond, but the sound of small sobs is all May needs to hear to hug her son tighter.

When Vera arrives home, Brynn is sitting in the living room reading. She sits down next to her and undoes her shoes.

“What are you reading?”

“The Wonderful Wizard of Oz,” she says without looking up

Vera’s eyes widen “Really? You’re reading that by choice? I had to read it in school and it was oh so boring,”

“I find it quite interesting. I think it serves as a metaphor for the way women are treated in modern society,”

Vera thinks “How’s that?”

“Well, Dorothy was not believed despite having memories and proof of her adventures, just how women are not taken seriously in real life.”

Vera sits back and ponders her sister’s words. “Huh, you’re a real person,” she says

Brynn seems bewildered, she scoffs and laughs “Of course I am!”

“You don’t understand, I remember when you were just a baby. And all you knew how to say was mother and father. Now you have thoughts, opinions, and ideas.”

She shrugs “I grew up, and so did you,”

They sit in silence as Brynn continues to read.

“Do you want to know what I did today?” Vera asks, turning to her

“Sure,”

She props her chin up with her elbow “Well, today Alastor and I were discussing our house and he wanted his mother to live with us. I forbid it of course, and he couldn’t understand why it was so horrid of an idea. What I could not understand was why a grown man would want to live with his mother well into his 30s,”

Brynn doesn’t look up from the book “Well, it has only been just them two yes?”

“Yes?”

“Perhaps he will miss her?”

“Sure, but to do that?”

“I am sure he knows the idea is impractical, but surely he is speaking from emotion.” She puts the book down “Did you know that men can get emotional as well? I was flabbergasted when I heard of it. Father tried to shield me, but I heard it anyway.”

“Yes, it is something unknown to me,”

“Anyway aren’t you going to miss us?”

Vera thinks “I should not think so,”

Brynn blinks “I will miss you,”

“Pardon?”

“I will miss you. We will return to Harlem and you will be here. We will see you once a year at most. Hardly enough time to play,” 

“A lady does not play,” Vera speaks mockingly “Remember when Mother used to say that all the time?”

“And we would play anyway,” she puts down her book “Oh! Remember when Mother tried to convince us that sugar on top of a lemon was a delicious girl snack?”

Vera claps along with her laughter “Yes! And I took my allowance and we snuck out for ice cream?!”

They laugh together for a while until it fades into nothingness, Brynn leaning on her big sister’s shoulder. Vera realizes, in the silence

“We won’t be able to do that anymore,” Vera states monotonously

“Well perhaps not as often,” she hands her big sister a chocolate and unwraps one for herself

“Did you sneak these from mother’s room?”

Brynn nods “Yes,” and the sisters giggle together

As Vera eats the chocolate, she thinks some more, and the feeling she hadn’t understood finally clicks to her. “Then I suppose I will miss you,” she says, wrapping her arms around her little sister for the first time in a while.

“Okay,” Vera says sitting at Alastor’s kitchen table once more

“Vera? What are you-?”

“We may live in the next neighborhood over, where the houses are a bit bigger. I get more space, I get you to myself,” she walks up and puts her arms around his neck “You get to be near that hunting ground that you love so much, and you get to be near your mother.”

Alastor’s eyes widen 

“I understand now. She won’t live with us, but she will always be nearby if you want to see her.”

Alastor lowers his head and kisses his fianceé with the burning passion of a thousand suns.

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Traditionally flower girls are very young, though Vera insisted on having her sister fill the role, as well as be a bridesmaid. And what a flower she made. Azaleas of every color all over purchased directly from the Fontenot garden, this wedding meant May could afford groceries for the next year. 

As for the actual wedding, Vera didn’t really remember, she knew she’d spent hours getting ready, including the time took to fit into her dress and do her makeup. She knew her father had walked her down the aisle and that Mimzy was in the audience. She knew the crowd grew quiet when she reached the altar, that the priest was saying something but she wasn’t focused on that. She mostly wanted to make sure she was standing right and that she didn’t pull her ears like she usually did when expected to stand still. She only came to attention when it came time for the vows, and that was when they had to look at each other.

"In the name of God, I, Alastor Fontenot take you, Vera Bates, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. And even after that!” He grins as the audience laughs “This is my solemn vow”

"In the name of God, I, Vera Bates take you, Alastor Fontenot to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow"

Vera grins back at him, giggling “And even after that!” She adds on

“Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife,”

“Of course I do!”

“Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Alastor raises his brow as if this were a real question, Vera giggles while stating

“Indeed, I do,”

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride,”

Alastor lifts the veil from her face and Vera instinctively looks away, blushing “Do not hide from me, my dear,” he turns her chin back to him, tilting it up and kissing her square on the lips as the crowd applauds.

And just like that she was Vera Fontenot, Alastor’s wife.

Vera wasn’t a party gal, but it was clear that Alastor was a party guy. She watched as he danced with everyone from his mom to her little sister, who she now thought was his little sister as well. He even danced with her mother, whose opinion of him definitely changed after she was taken on that whirlwind. Her husband really was quite the charmer. Vera on the other hand preferred to sit and only dance occasionally, but she let him have his fun. She thought about that word, husband. Alastor was now her husband, they were married and she was a wife. 

She was approached by a man that she knew through her father, one of the many men who had wanted to marry her before she entered her courtship with Alastor, James Richards was his name.

“Hello Vera,” he greeted her politely

“Hello James,” she responded, still enamored with her husband on the dance floor

“Funny seeing you here,”

“It is my wedding James,” she said

He nods “Ah yes, what a shame that is,”

She turns to him “Why is that?”

“Clearly your father set this marriage up between the two of you,”

She sits up “Actually my father was quite opposed, why did you assume it was arranged,”

“Because of the chemistry you and I so clearly share,”

“James, I did warn you to stay away from certain berries on your camping trips,” Camping was one of the big reasons she had turned him down amongst others

“I mean it Vera, we had something special, did we not?”

“We did not James, if we had, you would be the groom at this wedding would you not?”

He recoils at the venom in her words “Yes, instead you went screwy and married a mulatto,” 

Vera looks up at him, standing straight and backing up “Why would you say that?”

“I heard his father’s white and wants nothing to do with him or his mother, is that true?”

She scrunches her eyebrows “I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

“Oh come on! You have to know! You’re his wife!” he cackles “Right?!” 

Vera glances down at the glass in his hand, knowing that this situation could turn very dangerous for her very quickly “Please walk away James,”

“I don’t want to,”

She doesn’t look him in the eye “P-please,”

“I don’t want to!” he drops the glass on the ground, loud enough for the band to stop playing and the guests’ attention to turn to them. Cassius steps between her and James, while Alastor wraps his arms around Vera.

“There’s the mulatto himself ain’t he?” He cackles as he’s held back by Cassius and some of Vera’s cousins

Alastor’s arms wrap tightly around Vera and he makes eye contact with James, after which James smile drops instantly. Vera looks up to see the absolutely icy stare from her husband as James is dragged out. He looked down and asked, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I am, just startled,”

He smiles “Well I know just the cure for that,” he holds out his hand for her to take and she does. He pulls her onto the dance floor for a nice slow dance, just was she loved.

“What?” She asks the man as he grins wildly 

“Oh nothing,” he says still looking down at her with a Cheshire grin that made her blush 

“Alastor,” she looks away, self-conscious under his piercing gaze. He turns her head back to him

“What are the odds that out of all the women in the world, I end up marrying the one star that shines brighter than me?” He raises his eyebrow, grin widening 

“Alastor! Oh my goodness!” He twirls her to the music “Ugh that smile!” She playfully hits his chest

“Get used to it be’be, because I will never stop smiling as long as you’re my wife,”

“Stop,” it’s almost too much for her to handle

He shakes his head “No,”

A house on the bayou is where they spent their wedding night and immediately were her husband’s hands on her.

She bites her lip “Yes baby,” she moans “touch me like that,”

“What do you want doll?”

“I want my husband to touch me,” she spoke, her eyes lidded

Alastor yanks off her gloves with his teeth and throws them to the side as she giggles 

“I want to feel my wife’s bare hands on my skin.”

“Why are you always trying to undress me?” She asked with a hint of teasing. 

“I’m dying to see what’s underneath,” he presses his lips together harder

“All of those interesting people you met in LA, right? Why would you want to be here with me?” He speaks into her neck while kissing it

Vera pushes him back to look at him “Alastor, are you jealous?” she looks quite confused

“No, I just-“

“Don’t be jealous baby,” her smile turns sultry “I’m here with you,” she pulls back down, catching his lips with hers “And I didn’t marry anyone in LA, I married you. You’re my husband, Besides, you’re a star” she whispers in his ear

“Mmm, my bèl.” he hums into her throat

When he goes to remove her tights she snaps her knees shut, he looks up at her confused

“I thought about something,”

Alastor sits back “Yes?”

“I don’t want to give you my body and then leave right after, you know? Maybe we should wait until I get back?” she offers

“Who knows when that will be?”

She pleads with him using her eyes.

“Alright, what would you like to do then?” he asked her

Vera blushes and chews her lip “Well, I can think of one thing, but you have to take your gloves off,”

Alastor rips his gloves off with his teeth, so eager at the chance to touch his wife, she giggles. Vera stands and turns her back to him

“Could you take this off me?” she looks at him over her shoulder

Alastor zooms to undo the fastenings and when the dress hits the floor, Vera turns to stare him in the eye, as she removes her shoes, her tights, and panties all in that order. She stares him in the eye as he sweats, her daring him with her eyes to look down at her bare cunt. She strolls over to him, removing his blazer, shirt, and tie. She takes the tie for herself.

“I would like to try something,” she bites her finger

“Anything,”

“I want to lay on the couch and you use your fingers on me,” she pulls out his tie “While pulling this around my neck at the same time,” she looks back up at him, “Is that okay?” 

Alastor nods quickly and clears off the couch and she giggles as she lays down,”

Vera places her left ankle on Alastor’s shoulder and her right by his torso, leaving her legs spread for him to enter. Her lips already glistening with slick. Alastor stares at her pussy in awe. Reverently he drags a finger from the bottom of her entrance to the tip of her clitoral hood. He does that again and again with his thumb, gathering enough slick before grabbing his tie that she’d tied around her own throat and pulling slightly, not a lot but enough to create a slight tightness. Alastor slips one finger inside of her cunt, very quickly and easily as she had already been warmed up. Vera moans, short and low, arching her back from the sensation of the finger opening and gracing her warm, wet walls. He pulls the finger out slowly and reenters it at the same speed, getting the same reaction from her. Cautiously, Alastor entered another finger, remembering that she had said ‘fingers’. Index and middle fingers drowning in her warm waters as she squeaked sweet little cries. She gripped his wrist, gasping

“Faster,”

Alastor pumps his index and middle finger at a quickening pace, using his thumb to rub her clitoris in small sweet circles. She pulls at his left hand to make him pull the tie tighter and he does, constricting her breath that much more. Alastor watches as his fingers disappear inside her wet cunt, hearing the delicious squelching made him slip another finger inside, eliciting louder and more guttural moans from Vera. Suddenly he had to contend with the tent in his pants just from seeing feeling her wetness and twitching pussy. Now he was thrusting with his entire hand, holding her clitoris like a button forcing out choked, helpless, filthy moans from her mouth.

“Alastor,” her breath barely allowed her to say

Faster his hand pumps so much so that the couch begins shaking. Alastor could feel himself reaching climax simply from watching her, how gorgeous she was, even covered in sweat. The twitching inside her pussy became much more intense as she grabs his left hand, displaying their wedding bands side by side, reminding him that she was his and his alone, this itself was enough to coax the wetness into his trousers

“Alastor, make me cum, make me-FUCK!”

“Yes baby yes,” he climbs on top of her his fingers continuing God’s work, “Who am I, baby? Who am I to you?”

“My husband! FUCK!!” just hearing that made him hard once again, the golden rings shining in the light 

Alastor kisses her throat and chest “I want you to cum for me,”

“I want to cum for you,” she holds on, squeezing his wrist “I-oh fuck!” she whispers 

“Just let go,” he coaxes her

“I-I-“

“Don’t think, just let it happen, baby. You can do it,”

Vera closes her eyes and pulls her lips in to focus, creaming all over his fingers in the next second with a hoarse, strangled, whine coming with it.

“Yes that’s it, baby, let it out. Oh, you’re such a good girl,”

Her body jerks before collapsing onto the couch. A blush rises up her neck when Alastor releases her, tasting her juices on his hand.

“Thank you,” she gasps out

“No, thank you,” Alastor licks off his fingers as Vera laughs

At dead of night, not very far from where the reception was held, James had sobered up and went out for a smoke, rethinking his actions at the wedding reception. He didn’t know that this would be his last smoke. He especially didn’t know that as he faced the river a knife would stab him from behind and be dragged up along his spine while he was still conscious. He had no clue that a boot would hit his back, knocking him to the ground, where he would get stomped and stabbed in the neck once for good measure. Good thing he didn’t have a wife or child to mourn him. And he had no clue that the person who did it would take his last few minutes of life to whisper in his ear.

“Price to pay for being right James,”

No, he had no clue. 

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“Everyone, I have some awful depressing news.” Vera heard Alastor’s voice on the radio from the car she rode in “You all know my wife, Miss Vera Bates? She is leaving me for New York City!”

The driver could tell she was listening and turned up the volume “Miss Bates just finished up a successful run of a brand new musical, titled The Moon and the Stars, fittingly enough, considering that’s what she is to me.”

Vera can’t stop herself from smiling and looks out the window to hide it. The driver can see her and smiles a little himself.

“The show was so successful, that it is making a transfer to Broadway! In which Miss Bates will reprise her role as the lead, Sunshine! And shall be staying there for an indefinite period of time, which means she won’t be here with me!” The driver glances back toward his passenger, smiling some more.  “Now I must say that I am happy for Miss Bates, but oh so sad for myself! I will miss you mon amour!”

The driver peeks one more time in the rearview mirror, seeing Vera biting her lip to keep from laughing “That Vera Bates is a lucky gal,” he says, his eyes returning to the road

“Yes.” Vera smiles wide “Indeed she is.”

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Batman au but Thomas Wayne lives

Thomas lives, and well Bruce has his Uber traumatised ready to murder people father.

Thomas becomes Batman, his favourite weapon is the gun that killed his wife and a scalpel bc he’s poetic like that.

Bruce being literally 8-10 is like

“dad where are you going don’t leave me!”

He has like really bad attachment issues now.

“Son I have to avenge your mother”

“dad, what-what are you going to do? Can I come with you?”

“no you can’t”

Bruce follows along anyway sneaking out to find his dad, he watches him suit up in his Batman suit it looks scary as fuck but little Bruce keeps following

(Thomas doesn’t have like Uber amazing fighting skills he’s just strong and a doctor”

little Bruce keeps following along making sure he doesn’t lose his dad, until they come to a weird warehouse. It’s old rundown and looks abandoned, Thomas enters little Bruce is still scared but he can’t leave his dad.

Thomas enters the warehouse and pulls the gun from his holster. And starts staring at the man who killed his wife.

“You thought I wouldn’t come back for you huh? How does it feel to be in the same situation again?” Thomas says darkly and loud.

little Bruce is off to the side confused why his dad is doing this, and starts sneaking towards him.

“Man I- I- don’t know what you want! It was a hit! It was a hit!”

“You know what I want.. I want your blood spilled. But it won’t be quick no, it will hurt. It will hurt so badly you’d wish you were dead.”

“Please- ple- I will give you anything you want! Money! Bitches! Smokes! Whatever! Just leave me alone!”

little Bruce has snuck up and starts asking his dad what’s he’s doing?

“Dad! Wh- why are you threatening that man? You, you said all life was-was sacred! That’s not okay! You shouldn’t um kill people! You should turn him over to the police!”

“Bruce? What are you doing here?! You should be in bed!”

“Dad I can’t sleep. I don’t wanna lose you like mom”

Thomas stares at Bruce and back at the man who killed his wife, and he sighs.

“Okay Bruce, okay. Your lucky, your so lucky don’t you ever tell anyone you saw me or your life is as good as gone, trust me I follow through with my promises.”

“Yay! What do, we do now?”

“Well Bruce we are going to take this bastard to the police, and then we are going to have a LONG conversation about what you just did”

“Jesus what the fuck are you doing”

Thomas grabs a tranq and stabs it into the man.

“Okay dad!”

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flash forward a couple years, Bruce is 12 and he is very very determined to follow his dad out on patrol.

he even made his own version of the bat suit with Alfred’s help!

he dubs himself “batboy”

and starts to follow his dad, his dad isn’t as stealthy as him he’s been practicing for a while now.

but he follows, his little black cape and gray and yellow suit modeled after his favourite show gray ghost, and a domino mask cover his face.

he can barely keep up with his dad but he does, following him through alleyways and up. Eventually he stops and he goes up to his dad to hug him.

“Bruce! What are you doing here?”

“No! Dad call me ‘batboy’ I thought that.. if I made a costume I could join you!”

Thomas stares at him, he looks adorable and so happy.

this isn’t the first time he’s done this and it won’t be the last, the kid sneaky and persistent this is the 4th time this week he’s snuck off to go find him.

maybe it won’t be so bad, but he just can’t fathom anything happening to Bruce.

“Okay ‘batboy’ you can only come on patrol when you finish your schoolwork and are able to fight. I know you will keep following me again and again but it’s just not safe, go home buddy, go home.”

Bruce sulks and heads home, but with a new goal. Learn how to fight! And finish all his school work, if he does it all he’ll be able to work with his dad so much faster!

so we have a training montage of Bruce being taught by Alfred and him getting self defence lessons and learning how to use different weapons and stuff.

by the time he’s 13 he’s completed all his schoolwork and has gotten into college, and learned a ton of different fighting styles and tactics.

he also started learning about forensics and criminal justice and sciences, his dad may be a doctor but he’s not really good with the whole forensics stuff.

he actually just passed it off to Bruce to Learn about, Bruce is estatic about being able to work with his dad.

eventually Bruce tries again and sneaks out to follow his dad, his dad is going to take down a mafia deal. And Bruce feels comfortable with going and helping his dad.

he arrived shortly after his dad and sneaked into the battle field he started running at a goon and thumped HARD against them. Whilst laughing and turning to face his dad.

“Hiya dad!”

“BATBOY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“I finished my homework. And I know how to fight people now, I did everything you asked of me so why am I not allowed to help you?”

Bruce said while jumping onto someone and start punching their face.

“BATBOY I DONT WANT YOU HERE IT’S TOO DANGEROUS!”

“Dad, this is nothing this is a Tuesday for me!”

Thomas scowls, but let’s him continue to fight.

they quickly defeated the mafia and high-five!

“Maybe I was wrong batboy, maybe you can help me fight crime.. but there’s still more to learn, and I’d prefer if you stuck to your studies.”

“Aw, really wanted to help you dad!”

too be added idk, here you go please write more about them

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Hottest Killer part 2 - Matt Sturniolo ༊*·˚

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*HEAVILY BASED ON GHOST FACE AND THE CRAZY STALKER VIBE*

Part 1

What are you supposed to do when there’s been reports of crazy killer running around your neighborhood and once he finally gets to you, decides murder isn’t the right plan?

⚠️Warnings⚠️:

🔞MDNI 🔞 but I’m not ur mother

fem!reader x ROUGH!dom!Matt Sturniolo Suggestive content, smut content, stalker content, stalkerish, talks of being crazy, talk about murderers, kinda r8pe but overall consensual. Full filth, choking, spanking, and hair pulling kinks, P in V, unprotected sex (please be safe) {kinda cheesy cutesy fluff} aftercare!

A/N: o.m.g. I didn’t not expect part one to get 33 notes!!! That is so completely insane to me, thank you so much for liking my story and interacting! So ofc I had to make a part 2, and maybe a part 3 depending on where this one goes and what yall want! Thank you so much again and enjoy! My writing is still improving but I hope you enjoy!

It had been a few weeks since your interaction with Matt, and god you could not get him off your mind. Staying up till 12, waiting for his return, holding the note in your hand, but he never showed. It was Friday, 8pm and you’re sitting on your bed laid back with your laptop resting on your lap.

Your phone began to buzz, and your head snapped over to look at it. Confused, you grabbed the phone and looked where the name or phone number of the person should be, but all it read was ‘Unknown’. Immediately part of you hoped it was Matt, but the other half prayed it was anyone but. Yes, he said he’d be back, but back for what? To kill you for real this time?

You took in a deep breath and clicked the answer button, to which a darker voice than you remembered from that night came through. “Comfy gorgeous?” The dark voice said, laced with an uncomfortable feeling. Your stomach sank at the voice, it sounded somewhat familiar, but not familiar enough to be Matt. “I’m sorry who’s this?” You responded nervously. The caller was like a dog, able to sense your nervousness and fear, answering with a dark chuckle. “You know who it is, sweetheart.” The voice lightened up more, still holding an uncomfortable dark tone, but the voice almost warped, into Matt’s voice, like a voice filter had been turned off. “The one you’ve been touching yourself to. Can’t get me outta your head after that night can ya princess?” The voice said cockily. You were speechless, unsure of what to say. How did he know that? You looked up and saw your large bedroom window, with curtains dripping down the sides, not fully closed. The sky was pitch black. “Matt?” You asked shakily. “Yes princess?” The voice answered. You got up and walked to your window looking outside, where you saw Matt standing in your backyard, looking up at you with piercing blue eyes, just as you remembered. He had his hat on and mask covering the bottom half of his face. He had his phone up to his ear, and a brown bag in the other hand. “Brought food for you. Care to come open the door?” The voice said as you stumbled back in surprise. You somehow dropped your phone on the floor but didn’t mind it. You grabbed the knife under your pillow just incase.

Creeping down the steps you turned left, walking to where your back door is. You walked to the back door carefully, placing your hand on the handle as you saw Matt began to calmly approach the door from the outside. You began pulling the door, shaking but a weird excitement seemed to counteract that. As you fully slid the door open you backed up, and Matt walked forward, until your back was pressed against the counter, and he was centimeters away from you. He placed the brown food bag around you on the counter. His gaze directed to the knife in your hand, making you nervous. “Gonna try and kill me?” Matt said with a raised eyebrow, sounding almost amused. “I-it was just for self defense.” You said defensively. “I already told you, you are way too pretty to murder.” Matt said placing his thumb on your chin, and curled his pointer finger and placing it under your chin, tilting you to look up at him. You guys stayed there, making intense eye contact for a solid minute, questioning eachother through gazes. Having a conversation with our talking, but Matt cut the silence. “Would you like to eat?” Matt said releasing your chin. You walked away from him and towards the brown bag, which you approached cautiously. You grabbed it quickly, opening it slowly. Inside you saw sealed sushi rolls. Your eyes widened, you loved sushi. You quickly smiled grabbing out a roll and chop sticks. You ran to the living room and sat down on your couch, excited to eat. Matt hung up his hat and mask on the coat hanger, grabbing the bag and following you to the living room. When you saw his face again, with stubble of his beard your stomach turned.

You shook your head, he was a murderer, a criminal, you can’t like him- no way. But fuck those eyes, that perfect jawline…it killed you.

You looked back up at him as he had a hand on the back of his head rubbing it awkwardly, awaiting an invitation to join you. He looked almost flustered? You sighed and patted the seat next to you, which he quickly took, resting his arm on the top of the couch behind you. Spreading his legs wide enough to make you feel some way. The postion he was in made you wet at the sight. You pushed down the emotions and looked at the tv, fumbling with the remote to find something to watch. You finally decided on some 2000s movie. You set the sushi on the coffee table and turned to Matt who was already staring at you with a smirk, and his head leaned back on the couch. Your face grew red, you could feel it heating up. The dirty thoughts started clouding your mind, filling your eyes with lust. Imaging his veiny hands holding your neck as he pounded yo- “Y/N.” Matt interrupted. You quickly snapped back to reality, finding his gaze again. “Y-yeah?”you said nervously. Matt wasted no time, “How bad do you want to kiss me right now?” He said with a smirk, leaning in closer. “More than I want to…” you spat out. “Yeah?” Matt said voice laced with lust and need. “Then what are you waiting for?” Matt said getting even closer, your noses almost touching. His hand began running up your thigh causing you to gasp. You placed you hand on his cheek, and before you can talk yourself out of it you smash your lips onto his. You fight his tongue for dominance, and once you begin winning Matt grabs your hips and moves you to his lap, never breaking the kiss. You put both hands on either side of his face, just to bring him as close at possible. You begin rocking your hips against him growing erection, causing him to let out a groan in your mouth. He tangled one hand in your hair and kept the other planted on your ass, squeezing ever so lightly. He broke the kiss, letting you catch your breath. “This wrong…you’re a criminal, I should have you arrested.” You said shaking your head. “Oh sweet girl, I am not a murderer. I’d never hurt a soul.” Matt smirked. You just sighed, against your better judgement leaned back in for another more passionate kiss. “I think I’d let you hurt me.” You sighed. Matt lifted his hand and wrapped it softly around your neck, causing the heat between your legs begin to pool. “Yeah? Thing is..I could never hurt you.” Matt said as he began kissing your neck, leaving hickeys. “Shorts and panties off.” Matt demanded. You quickly got up and removed your shorts and panties as he removed his sweats and boxers. You got back on Matt, hovering above his throbbing cock. He looked up at you, “Do you wanna do this Y/N?” Matt asked sweetly. You nodded quickly, “please.” You begged. Matt placed his hands on your hips and began lowering you down, stretching out your walls inch by inch. You let out whines as his thick long cock spread you out slowly. Desperately you sunk quickly in his cock, taking him in full. Causing him to let out a groan, burying his nose in your neck. Matt lifted you up a little, supporting you wait. Matt began railing you upward, starting slow. “That’s it baby, taking me like a good girl.” Matt praised keeping his eyes on yours.

“Faster Matt please!” You begged. Matt took your request and began thrusting harder, grunting with each thrust as you moaned uncontrollably. You couldn’t control the sounds slipping out. “Go on, tell me what you’re thinking beautiful girl.” Matt demanded with breathy moans in between. “I’m thinking how fucking….” You gasped with a moan. “How fucking sexy you are…how bad I need you.” You confessed. Matt flipped you on all fours, gripping your hips he began mercilessly slamming into you. You began screaming his name, his dirty words praising you. He grabbed your hair in a pony and pulled on it. You felt your stomach began to tighten, your worlds colliding. “G-gonna cum!” You screeched. “Cum for me baby.” Matt urged. Your walls tightened, begging for his cum. Matt’s thrust began getting sloppier and you could tell his was close. “Inside of me…” you begged. Matt groaned as he sunk his cock fully inside of you, filling you up completely. Matt fell onto your back, his chest crashing with your back. Matt put in a few more thrusts, finishing you off completely. As he pulled out and you crashed down he sat up next to you catching his breath. You flipped over quickly and sat up on your knees on the couch. You grabbed his cheeks turning him to face you. “You’re not leaving again.” You demanded. Matt smiled softly. “Anything for my princess.” Matt smirked before carrying you bridal style up to your bathroom. Setting you in the stand up shower he turned on the hot water, climbing in next to you, finally fully naked. You clung to him as he held your waist, he began rubbing in soap all around your body. “God you’re beautiful.” He praised you smiled putting your forehead against his upper chest. He kissed your head sweetly.

After the shower he dried you off, taking you to your room and throwing you on the bed with a laugh. You giggled as he came to hover over you, his hands on either side of your head.

You felt something touching your stomach, looking down to see his hard erect penis. You began palming him as he let out a groan.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish Y/N…” Matt warned.

People who asked for part 2 !!! (I’ll make a tag list thingy soon❤️)

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Arthur’s Note: After watching that AWESOME trailer! I just wanted to do a small story or maybe a one shot about my Black Ops OC! I’m feeling so hyped up on how this one goes! Summary: Koa who was just spending time with his family. Who he had gotten back with again. Enjoying his off-time with his girlfriend (not being the wife YET for they were still divorced) and his two sons again. Until he got a call from his General wanting to talk about something. What is it that they’re going to talk about? Is it another mission threatening their home or is it someone else’s problem that he has to help out with? Let’s find out shall we?

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Clouds had darkened the blue sky during the day. As the rain poured onto the city of New Zealand. Where Koa had lived all of his life. Living in the house with his loving girlfriend who he had gotten back together after from the last mission he went to.

He was happy to see her and his two sons gathering in the living room. Watching the news on TV.

He was making some tea and some snacks for them as he took the tray. And walked over to them. 

As he set it on the table and gave the cup of tea to Aroha, his girlfriend. He saw the news on the TV saying about the riot that is going on in America.

“It’s CHAOS over there…” Aroha said worryingly seeing how messy it was. She took a sip from her cup as she looked at her boyfriend. “Doesn’t this worry you?”

Koa sighed as he gave the snacks to his younger son, who was laying on the floor while drawing, and gave the other one to his eldest son. “Kind of but don’t actually care. And that’s the thing about these Americans. Always causing chaos with NO reason.”

He grabbed his tea as he took a sip from his cup and pulled Aroha closer to him. He smiled at her. “But I’m not worried right now since I’m safe here with you and our boys.” Then he leaned closer and kissed softly on her cheek. “Mostly with you.”

Aroha giggles, feeling his lips against her cheek and then her head. “Oh stop it you.”

Their eldest son, named Kai, gagged playfully at the sight of his parents giving each other affection. “Gross! Get a ROOM, you two!”

The youngest son, named Ari, giggled a bit and also gagged. “Yeah! Get a ROOM!”

The couple chuckled to see the boy's reaction of them showing their love. Koa smirked at the two playfully before continuing to kiss Aroha on the lips.

The boys gagged even more before Kai covered his little brother’s eyes.

Aroha giggled at her lover’s playfulness before she joined in.

“Can you give us a BREAK?! We’re young over here!” Kai complained as he tried to look away from this sick love scene.

Koa leaned back and grinned at him. “You might act like this as well once you get a girlfriend.”

His eldest son rolled his eyes before they all heard the house phone rang. Kai went to get it as he walked to where the phone was hanging on the wall.

It kept ringing before he picked it up.

“Hello?”

Koa let his lover lean onto him as he glanced at his older son talking on the phone.

“...um…ok. Hold on.” Kai looked towards the living room before calling out. “Hey dad! Someone is on the phone for you!”

Koa turned his head to where Kai was at. And then looked at Aroha before kissing her head as he said to her that he’ll be back. She nodded and removed herself for him to get up. And let her youngest son come up on the couch with her.

Koa slowly walked over as Kai handed him the phone. He told him to go sit with his mother before answering the phone.

“Hello?”

“Captain Nakiu? It’s General Akahata.”

Koa felt surprised to hear his General’s voice through the line. “General? Why are you calling and how did you know my number?”

“I have my ways, Nakiu. But I need to tell you something. It’s important.”

“Oh um…of course, sir. Say it away.”

“An old comrade of yours is coming in around midnight. To give you a message about the mission that I…hope that you’ll accept and understand.”

Koa was confused at the General’s words. “Sir, I don’t understand. I thought the mission that I took two weeks ago is my LAST one. And I just started my leaves.”

“I know. But this is important, Colonel. And it’s not my choice to tell them that you don’t want to.”

“Then who am I going to speak with?”

“…it’s best for you to talk to them once your comrade comes.”

“Sir?”

“Just talk to them, Nakiu. And if you choose to deny it. Then say so to THEM. Is that clear?”

“…yes, sir.”

Then he heard the General sigh softly on the other line of the phone. As he’s feeling old already. “And please…don’t make heated arguments with them. I’ll be going now. Have a nice day, Captain.”

“You too, sir.”

Soon he heard the General hung up before Koa slowly placed the phone back on the wall. He took a deep sigh before looking towards where his girlfriend and their sons were at.

He slowly walked over and leaned over the couch from behind as he smiled at them. “I’m back.”

Aroha looked up at him and smiled softly. “Hey.”

He saw Ari was already asleep in her arms and felt his own heart being touched. Then saw Kai was also asleep while sitting on the floor, laying his back against the couch in front of her.

“I guessed my snacks had put them to sleep.” Koa said with a light chuckle. As he gently traced his fingers on Ari’s little head.

Aroha giggles a bit. “Seems like I have taught you well on cooking huh?” She gently held Koa’s hand after he withdrew it from Ari. “Who was that on the phone?”

She noticed his expression when she mentioned it. She knows something is wrong. “Honey?”

Koa turned his head to look at her. “Oh um…that was…” He was trying to avoid telling her about his work. For he did promise that the last mission he went to would be the LAST time for him to go.

But he also knows that he can’t lie to her either. So he took a deep breath as he held onto her hand tightly. “That was my General. He said that one of my old comrades will be coming here at midnight to discuss with someone about…the mission.”

Aroha raised her eyebrow as she felt a bit surprised at this news. “But…I thought you’re not going back until in two months...”

“I know, pepi (baby). And he said that I can deny it if I want to. Depending on whatever dangerous mission they’ll put me in.”

“Then DENY it. You’ve worked so much.” Aroha pleaded. She gave him a concerned look as she gently tightened her grip onto his hand.

Koa sighs softly. “I need to see if this IS important. If not then I’ll deny it right away.” He leaned down over the couch and gave her a soft kiss on the head. “I promise.”

Aroha sighs through her nose as she calms down a bit. She understands her husband’s work but…she JUST got him back. Even their past relationship wasn’t so good. She saw how much he changed after joining the army.

And now he came back to her. Being a different man that she never knew he could. She softly removed her hand from his and placed it onto his cheek. As her thumb gently stroked against it. She looked into her lover’s eyes. As if she hopes that he’ll understand how SHE feels.

She doesn’t need to say it. For Koa could read well from her. He knows that she’ll ache if he leaves. But he also knows whatever missions that his General will send. It must be important.

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11:50PM

Queenstown, New Zealand

Aroha was in the room, checking on their sons in each of their rooms. Smiling softly before walking back to Koa, who was sitting at the dining table. She saw him staring at the clock that was on the wall. Seeing the second hand was moving inch by inch in seconds.

She could tell that he’s feeling a bit anxious. Before she started to walk over. The two turned their heads towards the door, hearing the doorbell ringing.

Koa looked at Aroha. “Wait inside the room, pepi.” He told her with his soft voice.

Before she watched him stood up from his seat and walked over to the door. She slowly turned around and walked to the room as she glanced back. Before seeing Koa opening the door.

She quickly went inside the room but left the door crack open. She took a peek through it as she was curious of who was at the door.

“Sergeant Eruera? The General sent YOU?”

A young man, who looked to be in his 20s, showed a respectful smile towards the captain. He saluted in front of him. “Yes, sir! I am your old comrade, sir!”

The two were just staring at each other before laughing a bit. The two shared a hug while Koa patted his back.

“My god, it’s been a while!” Koa said with such relief in his tone. To see an old familiar face.

The Sergeant leaned back as he gave the old Captain a big old smile. “It HAS been, sir! And I’m so happy to see you!”

“Please, no need to be formal. I’m out of work.” Koa stepped aside for him to come inside. While Aroha was still watching. Being quiet so they won’t hear her.

As soon the Sergeant walked inside, Koa closed the door and locked it before getting a good look at him. “Look at you, Haimona! Getting taller! Almost to my height actually.” He smiled as he used his hand to measure between him and the Sergeant.

Haimona, who is the Sergeant, laughed a bit as he pushed Koa’s hand down. To stop him from teasing him about his height. “Yeah, I am.” He smiled softly at his Captain, after a long time from his long lasting mission. “Really miss you, Koa. Thought you will never come back from that mission in America.”

Koa chuckled a bit as he nodded. “Yeah…me too.”

There was a moment of silence between them before Haimona breaked the atmosphere between them. “Sir, General Akahata gave me this cell phone for you to call them.”

He gave him the phone as Koa took it. Aroha saw the phone as well and felt a bit confused as to why he would give him the phone.

The Captain looked at this phone before looking back at his Sergeant. “What’s the number?”

Haimona brought out the paper and gave it to him. Aroha could see the paper being handed to her boyfriend as she kept quiet.

And saw Koa looking at the piece of paper before dialing it. She could hear the phone ringing as she saw him laying it on the table and putting it on speaker.

Koa lay both of his hands on the table while leaning forward a bit. The two were waiting for the call to be answered before they heard a voice coming through after the fourth ring.

“Hello?” It was a female voice with a British accent.

Koa paused for a bit after hearing that familiar voice. “...Hello?”

“Captain Nakiu? Is that you?”

“Yes. This is him. Who is this?”

There was silence on the phone. After a few seconds, she answered.

“It’s Park. Helen Park.”

Koa raised his eyebrows in surprise before standing up as his expression changed from being surprised into annoyance. “What the fuck do you want, Park?”

The Sergeant felt a bit awkward to see his Captain looking so pissed already. Even Aroha felt surprised to see him like this.

“I thought I told you and the others to NEVER contact me.”

“I know! I know! But this is important! And we need-”

“NO.”

“Please! Just listen to me! It’s-”

“I said NO, Park. You and the others had done enough damage with ME around. So I’m not taking PARTS of it. Goodbye.”

“Wait! Nakiu!”

Koa was about to hang up before someone else called through the line.

“Not even for ONE minute to hear the reason, NAKIU?” A male voice had asked.

He paused. His hand stopped from reaching for the phone.

Haimona looked at Koa. Seeing him freeze like that. “Sir?”

Koa slowly put his hand down onto the table after hearing that voice. The voice he thought that he’ll never hear again. “Charles…?”

“Yes, Nakiu. It’s me. I’m with Park right now. And…she told me about this mission.”

“...why ARE you with her? Thought you don’t want NOTHING from them.”

“And you’re right, but…she has my attention when she mentions someone.”

Koa looked at Haimona, seeing his confused expression. Before looking back at the phone. “Who?”

“It’s Aleks.”

Koa’s eyes widened after hearing that name. “What? What happened? Is she okay? Is she hurt? Why is she INVOLVED with this?!”

Charles sighs to hear the Captain’s worried reaction. “CALM down, Nakiu. She’s alright. It’s just…Park had a feeling that Aleks was trying to find Adler. You saw the news didn’t you?”

Koa nodded. “Yes. Which was CHAOS. But what Adler?”

That’s when Park jumped in to answer. “He hadn’t responded to ANY of our calls or messages. And Aleks is being paranoid at the moment. So the first person that I could think of is…you.”

The Captain stood there silently as he processed what she said. Before sighing in annoyance. “Was he being kidnapped again? Because if he is then I’ll-”

“It’s not that, Koa. He’s gone rogue. Even Woods.”

Koa felt a bit surprised at this. Not for Adler but for Woods. “What? How? Why is Woods part of this?”

“I…I don’t know. Not even Charles could find out.”

“Ok. But where’s Mason, Hudson and the others? Why aren’t THEY helping the two?”

Koa was silenced from the phone. As if the two were trying to say something before answering that question. “Park? Moore?”

“Koa…Mason and Hudson…were KIA. From one of the missions.”

Haimona could see Koa’s reaction. With widened eyes.

“What?”

Park sighed. “The two of them had died by the hands of that man named Menendez. But that would be another time. For OUR time is ticking. We just need your assistant, Nakiu. To help Charles and Aleks on this mission. To help us locate Adler.”

Koa was silenced after hearing all of that. He had never felt so shocked to hear the news of his dearest friend, not HUDSON though, had…died. The thought of Woods losing his friend from that mission. Made him feel sad for him.

But the thought of Adler. The man of whom he DESPISED ever since that day of finding out of him UNALIVING someone. UNALIVNG someone who he promised to help and protect. UNALIVING someone who he called them his own blood. But yet…he was too late to save them. All because of that man with a scar on his face and wearing sunglasses.

Charles heard no response from Koa. Which he knows that the Captain is still deciding. He sighed before speaking up. “Koa…I understand that you and Adler have…a DIFFICULT relationship. And so have I. With you as well.”

Koa rolled his eyes at that last sentence but continued to listen.

“But Aleks TRULY needed our help. Don’t you want to help her?”

Koa thought about it but then thought about his family. As he looked at the family photo of his girlfriend, his two sons and him. The photo which they took after being accepted again into the family. And then saw the photo of his daughter next to it. He thought about it so deeply. He sighed.

Aroha, who was still in the room and was listening, could see Koa’s expression. She could tell that he was going to deny it. They may not know how Koa reacted but she USED to marry him. And she knows him LONG enough. And also, remembering him talking about his old friends. She had never seen him change SO much because of them. Even seeing him looking so happy when he talks about them.

Knowing that he was the only child in his family and never had any other siblings. And dealing with his father after his mother had passed.

Imagining him being broken because of his father before marrying to her. And she knows that it’ll break him even more if he doesn’t decide to help his old friends. So she quickly got out of the room and walked towards him.

“I’m sorry, Charles…but I-”

“Honey?”

Koa and Haimona turned their heads to see Aroha standing there. 

His eyes widened to see her before walking up to her.

“Aro? Pepi (Baby), what are you doing still up?”

Aroha looked up at him into his eyes before gently touching his hand. “Can we…talk?”

Koa saw how serious she looked but in a worried way. He looked at his Sergeant asking him to let them know that he’ll be back.

Haimona nodded and started to talk with them while Koa took Aroha into the hallway. 

He turned to look at her. “Something wrong?”

She slowly shook her head before she looked back to see Haimona was still talking on the phone with those people. And then looked back to look into her lover’s eyes. As much as she doesn’t want him to go but she doesn’t want him to live with the regret of not helping his friends who are so close to him.

“You should go.”

Koa’s eyebrows rose after hearing that. He was surprised. “What? Why?”

“Koa…don’t you care for your friends?”

“......Yes.”

“And do you wish for them to suffer all because of that ONE person who you will not forgive?”

“What? No!”

“Then GO.” 

“Aro-”

Aroha took both of his hands. “Koa…you can’t just stop helping people all because of that ONE person that you can’t forgive.”

“Yeah, but he-”

“I’m not done.” Then she moved her hands up slowly from his hand and up to his face to cup his cheeks. “Koa, do you remember when you asked for MY forgiveness?”

He was silenced for a bit as he looked into his lover’s eyes. Those sweet brown eyes. As he slowly nodded.

“And I forgive, haven't I? I forgave you for I saw how much you’ve changed. And proven to me that you REALLY want to get back together not only for my sake but for the boys as well. And look how much you’ve gotten so close with them again.”

Koa was silenced after hearing all of that as he glanced away. Feeling uncertain.

“Hey, look at me.”

He slowly looked back at his lover and saw her soft smile.

“You don’t have to forgive him right away. But…can you TRY? For me and your friend?” Aroha pleaded with him as she rubbed his rough goatees.

Koa leaned into her soft touch as he sighed calmly. And looked back down to her soft gaze. Seeing that reminded him of those wedding nights that they used to have. Oh how much he missed those nights.

So he touched one of her hands and kissed her palm before looking at her. “If you’re sure, pepi.”

“I’m certainly sure, taku aroha (my love).” She said with a sweetest smile that he missed seeing.

Koa smiled back before kissing her lips as she did it back. Before leaning back and lay his forehead against hers. “I promise this time. That I’ll be back and I’m all yours.”

“Better keep that promise or I’ll have to rethink our relationship.”

Koa chuckled as he kissed her nose before walking back to where his Sergeant was at. And seeing him still talking with Park and Charles on the phone.

“Haihana, maku e whakahaere. (Sergeant, I’ll take over)” Koa told Haimono before seeing him nodded and stepped back before he got to the phone that was on the table.

“Captain?” Park started to call out for Koa through the line.

The Captain started to sigh as he looked back to see Aroha was standing nearby in the hallway. Seeing her soft smile before nodding.

He took a deep breath. “When do you need me?”

He heard the silence again from the phone. Knowing that they’re surprised by his answer.

“ASAP.” Park said before he heard Charles talking through the line.

“And you BETTER not be late or I’ll kick your ass for it.”

Koa chuckled deeply. “If you can even REACH, hoa (friend).”

“Shut up. Anyway, there will be a private plane at your base in New Zealand. They are on their way. So might as well get packing.” Charles said while Koa nodded.

“Sure. See you soon. And Charles?” He heard Charles humming in response. “Glad to hear from you again.”

“......same here, Koa. We’ll see you soon.”

Soon he hung up the phone before Koa leaned back from the table and sighs. And looked at Haimona. “Tēnā koe, Haihana. (Thank you, Sergeant).”

The Sergeant nodded with a small smile. “Of course, sir. And…do you need any assistance with this mission?” He gave the Captain a smile as if he was pleading to come along.

“Negative, Sergeant.”

“But sir-”

“Ko taku tikanga, Haihana. (I mean it, Sergeant)” Koa said with seriousness in his tone. Haimona caught that and understood before nodding.

“Sorry, sir…”

Koa sighed before looking at Aroha. Nodding her to come.

She walked over before feeling his arm wrapped on her waist. “Koa?”

He smiled softly at her before looking at Haimona. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Sergeant. But…”

Haimona saw his Captain looking saddened as he continued to listen to his words.

“I have lost too many people that I’ve known and cared for. Too many who were still alive who moved away from me and too many who already died under MY watch.” Koa looked at him with his pleading eyes to his Sergeant and begged him to understand. “So please…toku hoa (my friend). Understand that I’m saying this to you NOT because you’re not ready. But because this mission is too hard for me to handle if I lose another one who is so close to me.”

Haimona looked at his eyes, seeing the truth through it. And he clearly understands how his Captain has been going through. “Understood, sir. And I’ll be waiting for you when you come back.” He smiled at Koa before standing firm and saluting to him.

Koa smiled back at him before sighing as he looked at Aroha. “I’ll be seeing you when I get back.”

She nodded and quickly gave him a peck on his lips before smiling softly. “I believe you.”

After that night, Koa had already packed his things and went to kiss his boy's head, who are still asleep, without waking them up. As much as it pains him to leave them without explanation and hopefully they’ll understand.

But thanks to Aroha reassuring him that she’ll explain to them. And gave each other one last kiss before he walked with the Sergeant to head to the base of where his mission begins.

Characters (Left -> Right)

Charles "Charlie" Moore -> @deeptrashwitch

Aleksandra Clarke R. -> @alypink

Tagging these peeps for I promise them to finish these! (Already tagged Witch and Aly onto this as you can see up there!)

@welldonekhushi @imagoddamnonionmason

[robotpussy]

i have a feeling loads of ppl just don't know slash is half black 😭

[trans-leek-cookie]

Hm I'm not putting this in yhe main tags bc. Yeah but I'm blocking ppl who call the step mother hot

[jimingyue]

Cat Tumblr Dashboard Simulator

🖋️ meowful-musings Follow

🕊️ birdwatching Follow

what's wrong with dry food??? my humans feed me it all the time and i think it's fine

💀 elusivehider-deactivated948204

op wheres the natural feeding option

🌲 outdoorsy Follow

you guys are getting fed?

#im a barn cat so maybe im missing something here #meowtthew don't look

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☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

YOU ARE NOT LESS VALID IF YOU ARE NOT A SPECIFIC PEDIGREE!!!!!

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extra special shout out to cats who have "common" coat colors. grey tabbies and black cats i am rubbing against your head affectionately <3

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as a grey tabby i really needed to hear this :"3

#i feel like i never see positivity posts for moggies even tho we're the most common type of cat....

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🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

i cant believe there are cats ACTUALLY advocating for kittens to be separated from their mothers before 12 weeks??? kittens still need to learn how to interact with other cats before being placed into their furever home omg you guys know you're advocating for undersocialized and aggressive cats right

❤️ loving-paws284 Follow

um op some of us??? matured early??????? i was separated from my mother at 7 weeks and i turned out fine... interesting how you assume that kittens being separated from their mothers at a younger age will lead to the degeneracy of the next generation...hmm i wonder where i've heard that before...

🐈 fluffy-the-cat Follow

OP got bit too hard during a play-fight as a kitten and it shows XD

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also op have you ever considered that just because somecat is kind of scared and unable to deal with strange cats or humans, it doesn't mean they don't deserve to be adopted?? you sound like a vet psyop honestly

🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

oh meow god saying that kittens should be fully weaned before leaving their mother is NOT veterinarian rhetoric and i never said that they deserve to be euthanized!!! my mother literally died when i was 3 weeks old and it seriously messed up my development so stop putting words in my mouth, thanks

anyway friendly reminder that underweaned kittens are prone to illness and often struggle with basic cat behaviors like litterbox usage, and in some nyavinces it's even considered kitten abuse

#discourse #cant believe "kitten abuse is bad" is controversial now

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BORN TO DIE

WORLD IS A FUCK

猫神 Kill Em All 1989

I am trash cat

410,757,864,530 DEAD BIRDS

#outdoorliving #outdoorcats please interact #outdoorcat friendly

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🎣 salmonpurina Follow

can't believe cats are uncritically reblogging that born to die world is a fuck post. i know it's funny but op is literally an outdoor cat truther

#like cmon now you just have to go to their blog #lulu speaks

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gentle reminder that pushing cups off the table is not cute and can cause a lot of distress in your human!!!! gentle reminder that our teeth and claws can easily hurt them more than they can hurt us!!!!

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evil reminder that the cup should always be pushed off the table. evil reminder that you should always bite and claw at your human no matter what. you can do whatever you want forever

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make your own pawst

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umm i know a tomcat who did that and his human ended up putting him down so...

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Nyaverage shelter cat behavior

#not nyaruto #re-nyab #pickles shut up

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saw two male cats sleeping together on the porch today. homeow behavior imo

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hey um what the fuck??? it's really not okay of you to go assuming other cat's sexualities, especially cats you don't even know???? as a queer cat i'm VERYY uncomfortable. real-ass cats didn't consent to your nyaoi fetish, thanks

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1. i was making. a joak

2. i'm literally gay???

#literally what's your pawblem

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reblog if you've ever caught the laser pointer

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i know you fuckers are lying

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this tom hasn't caught the laser pointer

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shut the heull up

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🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

grey toebeans >>>>>>>>> pink toebeans and don't let the haters make you believe otherwise

🐁 ladymouser Follow

op shut the fuck up ALL toebeans are beautiful!!! just bc you're miserable and insecure doesn't mean you can bring others down based on things they can't control

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oh so the cat-human separationist wants to preach to us

[targaryenluvs]

OH BABY!

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader, young!naive!tribute reader

summary: finnick found you to be as cute as ever. but you aren’t exactly the smartest in the room according to him. luckily, finnicks more than happy to help his sweet baby succeed, and he will not let you forget him.

warnings: AGE GAP (18 - 23) smut, FILTH THIS MAN IS DOWNBAD, possessive, corruption, pervy finnick, violent thoughts/intrusive, exhibitionist? degradation, oral (m & f), p in v, overstimulation, praise, mirror kink? spanking 👀 rough sex? tummy bulge, my first time writing smut be kind 😭

word count: 5k - this is literally the longest fic ive written.

a/n: this is what happens at 6am and i can’t sleep, thoughts are thunk -UPDATE HOLY CRAP THERE IS GONNA BE A NEW MOVIW AND BOOKKKSJSNABS

taglist: @coolchick333 @doublesideeye

“and the female tribute for district four, y/n l/n.” your eye involuntarily twitched at your name being called. the people around you, distanced themselves from you as a path was carved to your own hell.

as you walked to the platform you kept your head down. you were actually hopeful that you’d get through this reaping, your last and then never see the inside of the arena. but of course fate was against you. as you stood in front of the people you couldn’t help the silent tears that fled down your face.

your mothers face was tired and drained, she had a feeling you’d get picked. mothers intuition? your father was pissed, his little girl, his sweetheart, being thrown into an arena to die? and worst of all, there wasn’t anything he could do.

you felt alone, as if no one could help you. and as you said goodbye to the life you knew, you could only pray for safety, and a quick death.

as you were escorted to the train you fiddled with your sweater sleeves. pulling them down, rolling them up, just to focus your mind on something. it was chilly, most likely the air conditioning on the train and sometimes you had to hold down your skirt.

finnick couldn’t take his eyes of you once he saw you on the train. you looked so tiny in the chair and he couldn’t help but smile.

he practically had you all to himself.

“y/n?” your head shot up at your name being called and you were met with finnick odair in all his glory. “finnick? finnick odair?” even calling his name you sounded so unsure, so he smiled and nodded.

“i’m your mentor, and i promise to try my best to get you to win.” he sat down in front of you, spreading his legs and you felt your face warm up. he found you adorable, with a cute white sweater and a short black skirt. you had your hair down with the front parts tied up with a bow. his own personal present.

your shy demeanour reminded him of your young age, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. you were looking everywhere but at him and he loved it.

“do… do you think i can win?” god no. the tributes would eat you up alive, but he’d try his best. “i do.” with just two words of encouragement, you smiled at him for the first time.

finnick wanted you to smile at him forever.

“are you hungry?” the rumbling of your stomach answered his question, as you ducked your head in your hands in embarrassment.

he moved your hands aside, tilting your chin up, "it's okay to be hungry sweetheart, come on." he held his hand out for you and he laughed at your hesitance. "i don't bite, not unless you want me to.” the last part of his sentence came out hushed and you averted your eyesight from him.

there were so many foods laid out before you, and it wasn’t as if you were poor, but god, it all looked nice. the eclairs took your attention away as you reached for one, your finger sweeping cream off the top before placing it in your mouth. it was sickeningly sugary but you had a sweet tooth, you retracted your finger with a pop! and you somehow didn’t hear finnicks groan.

how on earth were you not realising how dirty it seemed? and it was there finnick realised how pure you were, “its so good,” you flashed him a toothy grin, “you'll have some won't you finnick?" you offered it up to him with two hands and how could he resist? the two of you spent the rest of your time on the train eating and talking, finnick utilising his time to get to know you.

you’d spent a day getting settled and were now to get ready for your interview.

after being prepped and readied, you were shuffled into your dressing room where analise, damian and sarah awaited. a range of compliments were thrown your way.

“oh isn’t she adorable?”

“i could pinch her cheeks forever!”

“you are precious!”

they were so nice to you and you loved it, but you barely ever learned how to take compliments so you ended up just nodding your head. “she is gorgeous,” you snapped your head up to the doorway and there stood your mentor, in all his glory. his compliment felt heavier than the rest, like he truly meant it, and you looked down at your hands as you fought off the blush threatening to rise on your cheeks.

in an hour you’d been through a whirlwind of makeup, dresses and jewels. orange, blue, black and all, you loved each one but for some reason after the four of them discussed you’d always be taken out of it.

it wasn’t until you were placed in an off the shoulder, floor length, white dress that you remained in it. and as you looked in the mirror you couldn’t help but stare. your hair was pinned up again, and small flowers were placed throughout. you felt like a princess and finnick agreed. you hadn’t even noticed that your stylists were gone until you heard the door shut.

it was just you and finnick.

“you look incredible.” finnick whispered, he was behind you now. his hand had a mind of its own as it placed a stray hair behind your ear. you turned your head his way, “really?” your voice was so soft and doused in disbelief. if he wasn’t next to you he wouldn’t have heard you. his hand trailed along your neck as he placed your hair behind, he nodded. “i have something for you.”

he pulled out a small seashell, and your eyes lit up, “oh finnick.” you sighed as he placed it in your hands. “it reminded me of you, small, gorgeous.” you looked up at him with doe eyes and he felt like grabbing you and taking you away.

you were breathtaking and you looked at him as if he was god.

“thank you finn, do you mind maybe putting it in my hair?” he took the trinket and placed it above your ear, entangling in with your hair. your heels were on but untied so finnick got onto his knees before patting his knee. he grabbed the straps before tieing them. his fingertips worked quickly and his face was concentrated. he was done and he looked up at you before turning you to the mirror.

finnicks hands were on your shoulder as he leaned in to whisper, “all done, you look perfect sweetheart.” you turned before reaching up on your tiptoes, “thank you finnick!” you kissed him on his nose before turning back and finnick grinned, “aren’t you cute?” he stood behind you, attached like a shadow. your skin felt soft underneath his fingertips and he couldn’t help but wander. down your arms, to your waist, he could feel you tensing up underneath him and he could feel his face trying to fight off his smirk.

“finnick?” you breathed out, “what’re you doing?” your voice was small, and unsure. “tell me to stop.” you should. you should tell him to stop. but all you could think about was finnicks hands and how good they felt.

“it’s time!” damian shouted out as you peeled away from finnick to open the door. damian was all too happy to see you as he clapped his hands together. “ah, my special girl you are truly an angel.” finnick knew that. finnick has already said that. finnick had you in his arms and oh so close and this idiot took you away. his sweet girl.

finnick was wondering where his trident was so that he could impale him through the stomach.

“come on y/n.” he ushered you out the door but you managed to slip another look at finnick and all you saw was pure rage.

the interview went well, in your eyes at least.

caesar was as upbeat as usual and it did mostly centre around your dress and looks but you felt you could try your best to use it to your advantage.

the audience was enamoured and you felt you did your best. “and y/n, tell us, what’s your secret strategy for the games? any tricks up your sleeve?” you patted his knee before pointing at him jokingly, “well caesar, it wouldn’t be a secret if i divulged now would it?” everyone loved your answer and caesar doubled over, “aren’t you cheeky! isn’t our diamond here so playful? but a sweetheart nonetheless!” the crowd agreed loudly.

“now, since you came out i think we’ve all been wondering where that seashell came from. it doesn’t exactly match the theme of your outfit.” you could hear the murmurs from the crowd agreeing with his words.

“am i right in suspecting a certain blonde mentor of yours?” you pursed your lips and a giggle began to form as caesar pumped his fist in the air, “i think we got it! can we expect the two of you together once you win?” you’d never even had a boyfriend and here you were being put together with the finnick odair, you were sure everyone could tell how giddy you were.

you felt as if you had a million eyes on you, your whole body was heating up as you buried your head in your hands. “ah we caught her out! someone’s got a crush! but then again it’s finnick odair so don’t we all?” a bunch of cheers erupted as you beamed.

“well it was a wonderful to meet you, truly! our diamond here, y/n l/n!” screams and shouts directed your way came in full force as you waved at caesar and blew kisses to all. as you walked back you bumped into someone.

“y/n right?” the boy from three, theo.

you nodded and stuck your hand out, “nice to meet you!” he looked down at your hand and back up at you before laughing, “very formal, i like it. i’m theo, your dress is nice but i think the girl wearing it is breathtaking.” you giggled before tucking your hair behind your ear.

finnick stood with the other mentors and held himself back from shoving haymitch out the way to get him to stop rambling on. his grip on his glass was solid, so it wasn’t a surprise when it shattered. “oh my!” effie yelled out as finnick apologised before someone came to clean it up. he stepped around the person before excusing himself to get to you.

you were laughing, hard. what in panem was so funny?

you were wiping tears away from your eyes as finnick joined the two of you, his hand on your back as theo nodded at him, “finnick.” he hated him. why the hell did theo speak as if he knew him personally? his smug face was unbelievably irritating. “finnick! how’d i do?” and the second you spoke he felt the anger dissipate, he adored the way you waited for his response as if it held all the answers.

“you did well.” finnicks answer felt snippy and made you feel as if you’d done something wrong. “we should get going.” he directed you away from the boy as you shouted out, “i’ll see you around!”

the entire elevator ride was, to put it lightly, awkward. it left you feeling confined in what little space you and finnick had. “finn? are you okay?” you placed your hand on his arm and stood in-front of him. you were hoping he’d explain what was wrong but what you didn’t expect was to be pushed against the side of the elevator and finnick kissing you. his hand was on your waist again and he shuffled your dress up, slithering underneath.

you moaned in his mouth, his hands playing and gripping at your ass. in reaction, your fingers thread through his hair and your grip tightened, “finn- not here.” the elevator was glass and you were scared of people seeing. finnick found it hard to care, drunk off your perfume. in a panic, you pulled away from him, your hands cradling his face to make him listen. “i’ve… never,” the whisper hung over the both of you, the tension in the air thick and hot.

instead of being met with judgment, he murmured, “i’ll make it good for you, i promise.” finnick had finally gotten a taste, and he could only crave more. his lips met your neck, his warm tongue painting wet desire into your skin. it was almost too much for little old you, letting out quiet whimpers as he explored you. his sleeves were rolled and you needed to ground yourself, your nails dug into his veiny arms. “finn-” you protested but he could tell you didn’t want to. just a little longer and he could get you to give in. “just let me feel you.”

the elevator stopping brought the two of you back as you fixed your dress and finnick fixed his own hair, running his hands through it. he directed you out of the elevator and nodded in acknowledgment to the people entering. as you walked onto your floor you were met with servants, stylists and others. it seems damian and analise had taken it upon themselves to invite some friends and you were eager to meet them.

whereas finnick wanted to rip your dress off and take you till the morning.

the same dainty hands which were running all over him were shaking others and waving as you all sat down to eat. as everyone feasted away you couldn’t help but play with your own meal. you were flushed and all you wanted was to kiss finnick again. he was sitting next to you and wasn’t hungry for food, he wanted to eat something else.

your dress didn’t hide much of your chest and when you reclined in your seat, crossing your arms and pushing up your breasts?

finnick needed to see more.

the clattering of his fork on the floor drew the attention of some, but they went back to their conversations and bets. “i’ll get it for you.” you pushed back your seat and got down to your knees, flicking up the tables sheet and searched around for it before hitting cold metal. you reached your hand out with the fork to finnick. his cock was throbbing at the image of you on the floor, chest on display and a sweet smile on your face. he bent down and grinned, “you look good on your knees sweetheart.”

his words went straight down between your legs and your mouth fell open at his words.

such vulgar words from such a beautiful man.

his hand came down to close your jaw. you felt, weird. as you sat back on your chair you felt warm? but a good warm? it was tantalising. you wondered if it was normal.

finnick would tell you right?

“finnick.” his head turned your way, “what is it y/n?” you leaned closer and so did he, your hands cupped around his ear, “i feel weird.” his eyebrows shot up as a sign of interest, “oh? what’s wrong honey? where do you feel weird?” you gulped, your throat felt dry and for some reason it felt dirty to talk about.

your eyes drifted downwards and as you looked up finnicks eyes seemed darker. “here?” his touch was soft on your thigh underneath the table as you gasped.

“everything all right dear?” sarah questioned as you nodded. it felt so good, his touch. but it wasn’t exactly where needed, his hand trailed closer and higher, until it was gone. your head snapped up at him as he smirked at you, mocking you.

for the rest of the night he didn’t even pay attention to you. and you had no clue why.

you couldn’t sleep after the day you had and all your mind was thinking of was finnick. finnicks hands, his arms, his mouth, his words.

“i don’t bite, unless you want me to.”

“yes, here.”

“i’ll make it so good for you.”

“just let me feel you.”

“you look good on your knees sweetheart.”

your room was too quiet, making it unchallenging for your thoughts to run wild at the anticipation of finnick odair. you couldn’t bear it, so you left to the busiest room you could think of.

your leg was shaking up and down and your mind was pacing whilst your body couldn’t. the butterflies were practically knocking around in your stomach and you hoped perhaps finnick could help. he’d help you right? but he didn’t before. maybe he was just tired? you were so desperate for help and answers that you’d forgone knocking and walked right in.

only to be met with an extremely wet finnick odair.

by your luck your eyes were probably poking out of your head at the sight of him, you couldn’t help but stare. it was your first time being in the same room as a man so, naked? for the lack of a better word, he still had a very short towel wrapped around his bottom half. was it small? or did he make it look small?

“see something you like sweetie?” god his voice was so saccharine, how the hell did his voice work you up? “i- i wanted to t-talk.” and you were stuttering, great! he walked closer to you and you stepped back, all the way into his wall. “yeah? does my pretty girl wanna talk?” you nodded along dumbly as your breath quickened. “words sweetie, use your words.” you swallowed, “yes.”

his thumb caressed your cheek before brushing along your lips, “you sure you just want to talk?” and there they were, the butterflies. you shook your head, “no? what do you want?” you played with your night dress, “you?” it was a soft murmur and finnick wanted you to beg. he’d been pining after you since the second he saw you, it’s only fair right?

“where do you want me?” his words were hot in your ear, his body was wet and your white night dress was suddenly see through. his hand rested on your ass, “here?” you shook your head, “no?” his thumb brushed over your nipple as your nails pressed into his neck, pulling him into yours. your breath was heavy and he was unrelenting.

his hand moved from your ass to cup your front as you gasped, “here?” you nodding along dumbly, “please finnick, i’ve been wanting you for the whole day, i’ll be good for you i promise.” your words were music to his ears, “yeah? you’re gonna be good f’me?”

“yes, yes, yes.” you whined as you wrapped your arms around his neck. standing on your tiptoes as you bit your lip. “you gonna let me use you yeah? do whatever i want?” you were practically jumping up and down at this point, your tits with you. your straps were pushed down as your dress fell down to the floor. his cock was throbbing at the sight of you, he’d been waiting for this.

“then on your knees honey.” you were quick to obey as he pushed you down to the cold floor, his towel quickly ripped off, courtesy of you.

it was your first time doing anything sexual so any cock was bound to be big in your eyes. finnick loved the sight of you on your knees, innocent as ever. fully nude, hands slotted nicely between your thighs. he wanted to ruin you. he ran his hand along his dick, pumping it before resting the tip on your lips.

as if you were on auto-control, your lips parted to let him through. a salty taste flooded through your mouth as he cooed down at you.

“you’re doing so well for me.”

“pretty baby on her knees, who knew you’d be such a slut?”

your eyes flickered up at him as you moved your head forwards on your own accord. “fuck.” he groaned as you replaced his hands with yours.

he wanted to go easy on you.

but kitten licks at the tip and soft kisses weren’t doing it for him. you opened your mouth again, gaining confidence and feeding off of finnicks praises. his large hand placed on the back of your head, fingers spread out as he thrusted down your throat.

the sounds that filled his room were lewd. squelches and groans as you tried your best to keep going. your cheeks hollowed out as finnick guided you, “relax your throat, try breathe through your nose. if it’s too much just tap my thigh sweetie.”

you retracted, catching your breath as you gazed up at him whilst simultaneously blinking away the tears in your eyes but a few fell free. he couldn’t help but moan. your messy mouth mixed with your saliva and his pre-cum. “you think theo’s this big? you think he could make you choke on his dick?” you shook your head immediately.

his member felt cold without the warmth of your mouth, but he was feeling nice so he let you take a break. “too big for you sweetie?” you shook your head furiously, “naw is my baby tough?” you giggled as you wrapped your lips around him again, your tongue flat against the underside of his dick as he eased himself in. “ah- fuck.”

but he can only hold out for so long as he began to fasten his pace, chasing his high. your fingers dug into his thighs right under his ass, for some reason you seemed to have something to prove as you took him all the way. your moans egged him on as his hips thrust forwards, “so good f’me, my s-sweet girl.” his praises fueled you on as your nose met his naval. salty tears fell down your cheeks and finnick was in his right mind to lick them all up.

god you were better than he’d imagined. and trust him, he’d imagined a lot.

“swallow for me yeah? be a good girl and open wide.” thick cum coated your tongue as you gladly accepted. finnick proudly gazed upon your painted face. watery eyes, sticky face. all for him. you gulped it down before wiping off the remaining waste on your face, eyeing finnick up before licking it off your fingers.

“what happened to the diamond? only a whore for me right?” your fingers were wet as you pulled them out. “uh-huh.” your agreed as he pulled you up. “do you even know what that means?” he teased as you puckered your lips before shaking your head. “thought so, you wanna be good for me?” you nodded, “on the bed baby.”

you sat down on the bed as you waited for finnick to join you. he situated himself between your legs, running his hands along them. “lean back for me. you took me so well, you want me to make you feel good too?” your eyes widened at the idea, “yes please finn.” his hands reached up and rested under your breasts, “i don’t know if you’ve earned it honey.” your lips twisted into a slight frown, your waterline glazing over.

“i was! i did what you asked finn, please.”

he palmed your breast, massaging it softly as you threw your head back, “please. please keep going.” your begging was more than enough for him, his baby asked so nicely no?

“yeah? you like me playing with you?” incoherent babbles fell from your lips as finnicks mouth kissed your breast. his hand trailed down to feel you, and he was met with warm wetness. the moan you let out was ungodly, “finnick please! oh god it feels so- so good.” he couldn’t help admire you, eyes screwed shut, hands clutching the pristine white sheets.

“oh baby, can you be quiet for me? quiet for finn?” a string of ‘uh-huhs’ came from your mouth as finnick slid a finger into you, a tight fit. “oh my god!” you yelped before slamming your hand over your mouth. he was knuckle deep as he worked his finger in before curling it, then another, then another. his free hand was pushing your hips down into the mattress as your hips lifted upwards with every move he made.

“finnick, finnick. you feel so good.” you cried out as he retracted his fingers before curling them upwards. he knew exactly what to do, where to be, what to say. his name fell from your lips like a prayer and your nails raked down his back as he grunted.

now, finnicks fingers were one thing, but his mouth?

his tongue pressed against your clit and you swear you saw god, finnick was probably the god. his tongue flicked over your clit as his fingers entered your cunt again, the pressure in your stomach was building so high you were afraid of the fall.

a wave of pleasure fell over you as finnick talked you through it, “that’s it baby, let go.” he hovered over you as his fingers worked your cunt. your nails had bloodied his back, scratched raw. as you moved your fingers finnick hissed into your ear. “m’ sorry, m’ so so sorry.” your head was spinning and you wanted to rest, but apparently finnick had other ideas as he lowered himself to your core. your mind was hazy as your hand clutched the pillow your head laid on, the other twisted in his hair.

“what’re you doing?” finnicks green eyes pierced through you as he raised his head from in between your thighs. featherlight kisses trailed upwards to your pussy as your thighs twitched and closed around his head, still sensitive as ever. “just want a taste, clean you up.” he mumbled as he tongue breached your entrance and you were back where you were before.

this man was driven youd give him that.

“finn s’ too much, please.” your words were slurred as he delved inside. he couldn’t find it in himself to let up, you were so sweet, he just wanted a taste. so he kept going, his tongue, his hands, his words. if there was one thing you knew about finnick it was that he could talk anyone into anything. so you found yourself squirming underneath his strong arms, forearm pinning you down to the bed as he made your back arch and your toes curl.

“sweet baby, so sweet.” all attempts of getting away, only caused him to get annoyed with you, can’t you just lay down and let him ruin you? at this point it was for his pleasure rather than yours. your thighs were practically squeezing his head and neck but he kept going. you didn’t know where to put your hands, pulling his hair was no good. your hand somehow ended up on your clit, moving in a circular motion as the other palmed your breast.

each time he made you come you rested your head, energy depleted. but again he ended up between your legs and pathetic pleas from you did nothing to make him stop.

“wanna make you feel good.”

“just one more, you can take it sweetheart.”

when your fourth rolled around you were so far gone. “pretty baby, not a single thought up there huh?” you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond, and he didn’t expect you to. he brushed away the stray hairs from your face and kissed you passionately. “you did so well f’me honey. made me proud, you got one more in you for me?” it wasn’t a question, his dick was painfully hard and he only knew of one solution.

you tiredly shook your head, “no more finny.” he grinned, “no? you don’t want my cock?” your breath hitched at his words and you knew you were fucked. “mhm. want it.” you were reduced to one to two words in a sentence.

“yeah you do. on your knees baby.” you tiredly rolled over, situating yourself on your knees and the palms of your hands as finnick kneaded your ass. his hands grazed over the skin before-

smack!

“think you should be able to see yourself baby.” his hand yanked at your hair as you found your reflection glaring back at you. “so pretty, aren’t you?” finnick knew you were horrible at accepting compliments and he was more than happy to use it against you.

smack!

you’d taken too long to answer, but based on finnicks smug expression you could tell he was hoping for it. “you have to answer baby.” finnicks arm came across your waist, pulling you up, flush with his chest as his hands pawed at your chest.

“you wanna be my baby yeah?” you could only manage moans and finnick was not happy. he threw you forwards as you caught yourself with your hands infront of you.

smack!

“fucked you so good you can’t even talk.” he taunted you as he dragged his cock in between your drenched folds. finnicks groans were deep, and so hot. “you know how long i wanted to fuck you baby? in that short skirt on the train? when you licked up that cream? my girls dirty huh?” you didn’t respond and it only fuelled his fire, he’d wanted you for so long and now you had the audacity to ignore him?

he thrusted into you without warning and you screamed out. “want to act like a slut? i’ll treat you like one. fuck!” your walls were squeezing down on him, sucking him in and he was more than happy to oblige. his hips snapped against your ass as you gripped onto the sheets for dear life. his grip on your hips bruised, leaving a fiery impression in their wake. finnick had stamina for days, he was strong and built. you were small and fragile, finnick was glad to be the one to break you in.

he pulled you up to him again as he kissed you frantically, capturing your bottom lip in between his teeth. he was relentless in his pursuit for his high, he marked up any place he could as he continued to drive into you with determination.

“bet you dreamed of this, of me.” his hand gripped your throat, his eyes bore into your own, finnick was inescapable. every touch, every thrust, all him. you were enveloped in his being and he worshipped yours. finnick continued to pound into you harshly, cock gliding easily against your inner walls. he was deep inside but he wanted to be deeper. “yes! yes! harder!” you cried out.

his hand pressed down onto your stomach, “feel that?” his breath was prominent by your ear, “oh god!” you exclaimed, it felt as if you were filled to the brim as he bottomed out in you. thick, hot cum released into you as his and your moans were raising in pitch and his hips began to stutter.

the room was filled with the sound of slapping skin, the promise of silence forgotten. “let go baby, you’re close. let go.” the two of you had eachother and it was more than enough. his groans were deep and animalistic as he spilled himself inside you. your hand reached behind you to caress his neck. thank yous spilled out from you, your whole being was ignited, you never knew you could feel so good.

the two of you lied together, entangled in sheets and a mess of limbs. you couldn’t tell where finnick odair began and y/n l/n started. all you knew was that he was yours, and you were his.

you’d fallen asleep a bit ago, your chest rising and falling steadily. finnicks arm curled around you as you rested on his chest. from the moonlight spilling into his room he could view the bruises tattering your smooth skin. as he traced over them he couldn’t help but grin, he could imagine you limping in the arena.

you sure as hell weren’t forgetting him anytime soon.

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BLACK CAT GIRLFRIEND | Spencer Reid x reader

request: Hey Congratulations on the 2K! Do you think you could write something with Spencer Reid and a Reader who has lots of tattoos and/or piercings? Like she's the whole "bad girl" stereotype but Spencer and her complement each other so well and have a very sweet and mature relationship. I would love something like that.

description: the team meet Spencer's new girlfriend and she doesn't look quite like they'd imagined

word count: 1.1k

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authors note: I officially hit 2k followers this morning!! see my post here for requesting but lets start this milestone off with a bang!! thankyou so much :))))))

Morgan had to admit, you weren’t exactly what he’d envisioned when Pretty Boy had been talking his ear off for months about the girl in his apartment building that had slipped him your number. He wasn’t judgemental, not by a longshot, but Spencer had always seemed like the type to date the preppy, library geek, or even the cutesy geneticist if Maeve had been anything to go off of. 

It’s not like you weren’t hot, he could see that you were a mile away, but you looked like you’d sooner break someone’s wrist for so much as talking to you than fall for their resident genius. 

You smiled tightly, shaking Derek’s hand with a crushing grip, as Spencer introduced you to his team, the obnoxiously loud bass almost drowning out his words as the six of you stood in the bar. 

“Nice to meet you, Spencer talks about you all the time,” You said politely, and no sooner had you let go of the man’s warm hand, two arms were thrown over your shoulders and you were tugged into a hug. 

“I’m Penelope- oh you’re so pretty, Morgan isn’t she so pretty? You should marry Spencer then you can be boyfriend girlfriend for, like, life-” The perky voice was all a jumble as the blonde pulled away, cupping your face, rubbing down your arms kindly, sweetly, like you were swallowing a warm spoon of honey. 

“Penelope, newbie rules, remember,” Emily chimed in, seeing your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion of personal space. She could see this ending with the pretty pink bows Garcia had plaited her hair in torn to shreds on the sticky floor, right next to her long barbie locks if your intimidating figure was anything to go off, “Not everyone likes hugs,”

“No, no,” You replied, smiling gently at the woman who was softer than cotton candy, “Hugs are nice,” 

“We’re going to be very best friends, I can feel it, which is funny because my tarot actually said I’d meet a strong Taurus woman- or are you a Scorpio-” Penny’s smile was dazzling, but she was soon ushered to let go of the bear like grip she had on your shoulders by a chuckling Morgan.

“Let the other kids play with her, babygirl,” He said, and you were pulled in another direction towards Emily who gave a polite handshake. 

“Nice ink,” She said with raised brows as she saw the intricate sketches that covered the back of your hands, trailing up your arm and under the band tee you wore. She knew who they were, though they only dragged up memories of her own days of thick eyeliner and rebelling against her mother. “They must have hurt like a bitch, I got one on my hip and could barely sit for one hour,” 

You snickered, nodding, seeing her eyes trailing over the ones on your ankles and knees where your ripped jeans flashed them all. 

“Bones hurt the most, though the one on my ass is up there for the worst ones,” You replied, and Penny’s brows shot into her hairline, though she giggled like a schoolgirl being told a secret.

“I think we’re gonna need to see the proof on that one,” Morgan teased flirtily, the way he always did, the way he did even with JJ who had a whole child and partner, because it was his natural state of being. 

Spencer smiled as his team warmed to you, though he was quick to pull you to him with a gentle arm around the waist. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Derek, that man was practically his brother, he’d taken bullets for the guy, but he liked having you close, even if to just remind himself that you were all his, including said tattoo on your buttcheek that he’d seen plenty of times. 

The team didn’t need to know that, but you could tell your words had reminded him of it as he pressed a shy kiss behind your ear.

He was careful to avoid the studs and links that glittered from your ear lobe, wrapping over the cartilage on your helix, though he loved to stare at them on nights where you tied your hair up and he could count every one of them. To him you were a work of art, complex and detailed with every glance he stole. You were an illustration in one of his many books, everything he imagined for himself times a million. 

“I’m going to go get a drink, do you want one?” You said, looking up at him with puppy eyes, like a lovestruck teenager, fat adoration in your gaze. It oozed out of every inch of you, and JJ thought for a moment that you looked nothing like the scary doberman woman that Spence had originally brought over to meet them. You looked in love, the saccharine, soft and dazed kind of in love. 

“Let me get it for you,” Spencer rooted around his pocket for his wallet, turning to see Morgan’s beer bottle running low, “You having another one?”

“I’m good, my man, you just sort yourself and your lady out,” Derek flashed him a thousand watt smile and clapped him on the shoulder as you entwined your fingers with his, pulling him through the cluster of people and towards the bar, “What a stud,” 

Penelope giggled again, leaning towards her adonis best friend with honeyglow cheeks, watching their genius get led like a dog on a leash. 

“Oh lover boy had got it bad,” She drawled, watching Reid, their Reid, develop an uncharacteristically protective stance as a few men at the bar shot looks up and down your body. She couldn’t blame them either, you were a sight for sore eyes. “Okay, so do I have to be the first one to point out how hot she is or have I maybe had one too many margaritas?” 

“She seems nice,” JJ chose her words carefully, still not entirely sure she would have ever put the two of you together but she saw the way Spence’s eyes got round and longing when he looked over you. He’d clearly said something to make you laugh, and an inked hand raised up to brush his chocolate curls out of his face lovingly, “She seems good for him,”

A murmur of agreement ran through the four of them, Emily taking one more sip of her martini as her eyes roved over your figure returning with something fruity and colourful, “Anyone else dying to know what’s on her ass?” 

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