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isnovelman · 11 months

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Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Novel

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She possessed a villainess who is known and hated for her evil acts in an unpopular novel. But because of her personality, it was extremely difficult for her to play the villainess role. But not for long…

“I’ll fix your dress according to your taste this instant!”

“My request.”

“O-Of course! As per your request, there’s only one piece available in the whole Empire.”

People around me listen to me well even if I just frown and sit still. Since I don’t have to live in difficulty, I decided to just comfortably live on as a villainess.

“Father. Is it necessary for you to solve formulas in this slow and inefficient way?”

I thought it would be good to be a rich villainess, so I used all my knowledge.

“Why don’t you give me the honor of escorting the Princess?”

I have had enough of dealing with my father, so why did an unexpected character suddenly appear? What if this person disrupts my plan?

Chapters

I upload every chapter in my YouTube channel First NovelMan YouTube Channel

Chapter 183 👈 tap on the chapter to read

Chapter 184 (YT link)

Chapter 185 - The End (YT link)

Side Story Chapter 1

Side Story Chapter 2

Side Story Chapter 3

Side Story Chapter 4

Side Story Chapter 6

Side Story Chapter 7

Side Story Chapter 8

Side Story Chapter 9

Side Story Chapter 10

Side Story Chapter 11

Side Story Chapter 12

Side Story Chapter 13

Side Story Chapter 14

Side Story Chapter 15

Side Story Chapter 16

Side Story Chapter 17

Side Story Chapter 18

Side Story Chapter 19

Side Story Chapter 20

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flamingo-strikes · 3 months

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cannot stop thinking about how deborah and hestia would be the BEST of friends 😭 bonding over having annoying pink-haired rivals, unable to function in the presence of hot men, being really good at scheming, and having pretty intellectual love interests. BUT ALSO it’s so funny to think about because hestia is a BULLY to the main couple and loves messing with everything and being a menace, while deborah just wants to laze around but she unfortunately has a scary and problematic reputation 😭 but they’re so similar in the sense that they’re such dorks even though they look scary and i feel like they would spend HOURS complaining about the main leads in their respective stories

#and they’re both funny in the same way 😭#obviously hestia is more outgoing #but they have the same sense of humor for sure #manhwa #manhwa tag #deborah seymour #hestia #the perks of being a villainess #isn’t being a wicked woman much better?#for my derelict favorite #for my derelict beloved #LMAO I JUST REALIZED THE TWO PICS I CHOSE #LOOKS LIKE THEYRE IN THE SAME PANEL 😭😭😭

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webtoonscreenshots · 3 months

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The Perks of Being a Villainess, by Yoteh and Mindo and Mango Kim

#the perks of being a villainess #isn’t being a wicked woman much better?#webtoon #webtoons #manhwa

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webtoon-brackets · 4 months

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#webtoon #webtoons #polls #manhwa #not sew wicked stepmom #isn’t being a wicked woman much better?#the perks of being a villainess

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my-balalaika · 1 year

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I love when the female leads look scary lol

#isn’t being a wicked woman much better?#manhwa recommendation #manhwa #villianesses #my queens

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webtoon9715 · 1 year

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A new addition to beautiful villainess female lead ღවꇳවღ

Webtoon name: Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? (악녀라서 편하고 좋은데요?)

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hot-duchess-of-the-south · 4 months

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This character was awful, but I love the speech bubble colors.

#Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?#webcomic

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suprememysticalbeing · 1 year

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#debora seymour #isidore visconti #isn’t being a wicked woman much better?#manhwa

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waaanderingluna · 1 year

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🥀 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖐𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕭𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘

《𝚆𝙴𝙱𝙽𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙻》

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isnovelman · 11 months

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Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Novel Chapter 183

Like a goat's, Mia's pupils stretched horizontally and narrowed in a moment, as if she was quite surprised by my question of waiting for the Bloody Door.

'So… it was Mia, not the 4th Empress.'

“I don’t know what the Princess is talking about.”

Mia acted even more sadly as if she couldn't detect the change that took place in her eyes.

All this time she continued to keep up her pretense, dropping tears that aroused the sympathy of others.

“Mia, you know what?”

I called her silently.

“You are excellent at acting in tears, but you are not good at hiding your feelings from your eyes. Your repertoire is no different from the time when you deliberately slipped and fell in front of Philap Montez, so it's boring.”

“You might think that with the rise of the Red Moon, the creation of chaos by connecting the demon world to this world is a great achievement for you, but you're so boring…every time it's the same thing with you, don't you think?”

As the emotions of the devil and Mia were stimulated at the same time, the hands that I was touching began to tremble.

“If you lie and squeeze tears while everything is exposed, you think you won't be defeated?”

I put in my grasp some divine power so strong that it was unparalleled.

As we were facing each other, threads burst in her eyes and the whites turned red.

Looking at her arm that was turning black because of the divine power, her lips trembled as I saw how Mia decided that she couldn't hide it anymore.

“To stop acting and lying… do you think I'm suicidal?”

Suddenly, she stopped crying and exposed her eyes that changed and looked like a goat's.

“Actually, I think it’s fun.”

As her attitude suddenly changed strangely, the crowd and the investigating team murmured, it was only then that they got a strange feeling.

“Deborah Seymour, if only you wouldn't have been the one who interfered with me.”

“!!”

“It would have been much more fun.”

Suddenly, a hot pain like a harsh whipping came from my hand.

Strong magic flowed from her skin that touched me, and my hand that was holding her wrist got so red as if it had been burned.

However, even if I wanted to remove my hand from her darkening skin, this time Mia was grabbing my arm like she had claws.

“Yes, as you said, I was waiting for the Red Moon to rise.”

I still remember Nyla trembling in fear when the monsters poured out like rain from the bloody night sky.

As soon as Mia's words were over, a faint voice broke through our eardrums.

“Hah, you are Nyla… ? You, who lived as you pleased, are the real incarnation of a Saint. Isn't that funny?”

The voices of Mia and the devil were touching our eardrums in succession, and then gradually they overlapped into one.

“But even if I don't have that Red Moon, your future of only death won't change.”

It could not be distinguished whether they were Mia's words or whether it was the curse poured out by the devil who had been banished before the foundation of the empire by Nyla.

I talked to the being in front of me who showed sharp profane intentions.

“I'm sorry, but I'll live a long time…until my purple hair becomes gray.”

Swallowing my flesh-burning pain, with my strength on the tip of my toes, I kicked her shin-bone hard and stepped on the backbone of her foot.

“Now!!”

Mia's body staggered as if she hadn't expected this kind of warfare, then laughed again like before.

“I'll just do this earlier.”

“… Uh, what is that!”

"Oh my gosh. Lord, Lord... "

People who sympathized with Mia had astonished faces at her appearance.

'Is it alchemy?'

This is because the powder that changed her hair color to flowery pink was crumbling and gradually changed back to its original color.

“That's the devil! A really strong devil, even the Archbishop was deceived!”

At the same time, goat-like horns sprang up on Mia's temples, and then with the new crown she screamed loudly with a vile face.

'You even dyed your hair. You played the reincarnation of the Saint very carefully.'

Suddenly, a feeling of embarrassment rose.

In the past, Nyla saved the world by sacrificing her life so she couldn't properly enjoy any honor or wealth, she was poisoned by a strong Magi and died after living a short life.

“Lord, save us from the devil.”

The priest, who was trembling with his hands together, opened his mouth.

“There, my God!”

I created thousands of white arrows in the air and poured them down towards Mia, who quickly assimilated the devil, and my father took advantage of the distraction gap and gave some orders.

“Right away, use all your abilities to attack Mia Vinoche, who is now turning into a devil!”

“Stop, my Lord! Look over there... "

Suddenly, with the sound of thunder and lightning cracks appeared in the dark gray sky.

Through the cracks in the open sky, a group of demon dragons appeared, and monsters with various strange shapes poured down to the ground.

‘But it’s a group of monsters that are significantly smaller than when the Red Moon rose… '

It's much better than the terrible sight that made me scared from my dreams where the whole sky turned red.

'Should I say we got some luck among all these misfortunes?"

We've stopped getting to the worst scenario, but the cracks happening all over the place will eventually dissipate the power here.

'Besides, with the darkness from Mia's body... I don’t feel well.’

Despite my healing power, I swallowed dry saliva while looking at my hands still tingly swollen.

The darkness spewing out from the direction where Mia was laying on her stomach was thick enough to choke my breath.

“You're hurt.”

Isidor, who had come to my side, said with a firm face.

“Princess, if you feel it's dangerous, run away. I told you the other day, you should not have any sense of duty to save them all.”

Again, thinking that he was quick to notice, I swallowed a bitter smile.

“His goal is me anyway.”

And there's no way I can run away and leave Isidor and my family.

'In the end, I ended up confronting that devil even in this life. Damn it.'

“Isidor..this...”

"Yeah, Princess?”

“Tell me that everything will go well, that me and you and all of our dear ones will live happily for a long time.”

His beautiful emerald-colored eyes wandered for a moment.

He felt that it wasn't like me, who meticulously weighed the efficiency and economics of everything, to ask for an unexpectedly emotional speech at an urgent time.

“Isidor, surprisingly, there is a strong power in the language of your distant ancestors.”

“Originally, the Golden Visconti was the Golden Dragon Visconti. The dragon is a supreme animal that symbolizes the emperor, so the name of the family has been changed due to political issues.”

“It means you are a descendant of a dragon. And there existed a power of speech of the Imperial Dragon.”

“Don't you believe it? So in this moment of desperate anguish will you reveal your dragon words?”

He might have thought it was absurd, but Isidor spoke how I told him to do it with his blind eyes.

I can't believe that a man who is faithful like a large dog is the descendant of a dragon who is selfish and greedily covets only gold.

“It will all work out.”

"Oooh..Huh!"

“Was there even a single thing we've been doing that has failed?”

“No, not even one.”

“It will always be you and me.”

The moment he drew out a lucky coin on both sides, and concluded with a peculiar relaxed and confident tone, I was convinced that everything was going to work out.

'Because Isidor would be the protagonist even if he would ride on the KTX train.'

And with good timing, those who were on my side appeared one by one.

“I'm late. I'm sorry, Princess.”

The powerful flames shot by the 5th Princess instantly annihilated a swarm of monsters that squirmed like worms.

The Crown Prince, the sword master, also took the vanguard and quickly cut down the vital spot of a demon dragon.

Rosad's squadron of battle mages enchanted powerful high-level magic in a rapid succession. And thanks to Thierry and the Duchess of Orgo, who owed me her life, the Orgo family also participated in the fight against the devil.

Besides them was even my reliable escort, knight Oryx, who shows the power of a hundred per day.

In spite of the sudden commotion, my side quickly cleared the line and responded well to the hellish mess of the devil.

It was completely different from the one-sided and cruel massacre that took place under the Red Moon in Nyla's memory.

'Yeah, didn't you get hit once or twice?'

-Did you think this would be the end? However you are not succeeding.

At that time, the eerie voice of the devil spread out into the air as a strong blizzard.

Pang!

Two more cracks broke out with a loud bursting sound, and a demon dragon, which might be their leader, popped out from the gap that was wide open.

But at the same time, what I had been waiting for appeared: an ancient weapon that I asked Belreck to find just in case.

It was a golem.

“Well, what the hell is that?!”

“This time is it a monster attacking another monster?”

"No. Sir Belreck is standing up there!”

Mirzu Seymour's twin brother had been experimenting with the same power as Belreck, so I thought Belreck could also operate that thing.

'Because of mass-producing massage machines, Belreck is faster than anyone else when it comes to figuring out the structure of any machine. If it's a simple mechanism like a golem, he'll make it work.'

“Wait a minute, father, Deborah!”

Belreck shouted from above the golem's head.

The giant demon dragon, believed to be the leader, flapped wildly its wings, but as Belreck swung the golem's huge and hard arms, it fell like a lizard in no time.

-Great…

As if in resentment, the devil trembled wildly, and a darkness, strong enough to shake the ground, rose.

'Please just a little more… '

As I licked my dry lips, I prayed that the devil would keep being distracted from making cracks.

As far as I knew, I was on the verge of completing the divine magic, which is the strongest and most threatening to evil spirits.

It was then.

—You, what are you doing?

Suddenly, the demon with his hand outstretched to the sky summoned a long black spear and threw it in my direction.

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fushic0re · 1 year

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This pretty little rich boy isn’t even in it for the money, he just loves the attention. Satoru knows he’s attractive and basks in the stares and whispers from passersby. A woman at a club jokingly suggested that he should have an Onlyfans account (after sucking his dick in the bathroom mind you) and a lightbulb went off in his head. That night he went home, set up his account, and made his first post; a late night video of him in bed stroking his cock languidly. The clip was short, but just enough to make people want more. next thing you know, he’s skyrocketing in subscribers.

Satoru’s content consists of him using the numerous toys subscribers have bought for him from fleshlights and vibrating cockrings. He’s best known for how pretty he is, but also how equally as pretty his cock is. When you come into the picture, if you’re okay with it, he starts including you in some of his content. He first teases his audience with a video of your pretty little hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it expertly as bursts of cum are released. That quickly escalates to videos of the two of you fucking in a series of public places.

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“Is everything alright ma’am?”

A wicked grin stretches across your lover’s face. He removes his hand from your mouth and gives the lobe of your ear an encouraging nibble.

“Y-yes!” You call out to the attendant on the other side of the door, trying your absolute best to not sound as fucked out as you felt. “The skirt is just…a bit tighter than I thought.”

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“Atta girl.” Satoru purrs against your cheek. “Now look into the camera and cum before the nice saleslady comes back.”

-ˏˋ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 ˊˎ˗

This man can FUCK. And he knows he can fuck, so really deciding to make a couple’s Onlyfans isn’t out of the blue. The two of you already had a small personal collection of sex tapes. Toji liked to have a reminder of you whenever a job was taking longer than expected and he had to be away from you. While watching one of his favorites, he shoots you a text:

Toji ♡ we could make a shit ton of money from this

You know this man is all about his money. And so, you do. Your account is completely secret and you never show your faces, Toji’s body alone is enough to reign in the masses. He channels his resourcefulness as an assassin through Shibari – the main selling point of your account. You and Toji’s content consists of him tying you up in various positions and fucking you in them. The audience thoroughly enjoys seeing his rippling muscles flex. They love how his hands look as they tug and loop rope around your body. The more intricate the binding, the better. Bonus points if the rope being used is red. Fans have offered to send you both different colors of rope, but Toji is too possessive to see your beautiful body wrapped in something that he didn’t buy. Truthfully, he’d much rather die.

Tears gently kiss your cheeks as Toji’s cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat. Your body is bare, bound and suspended in the air. The man grips the ropes on either side of you for leverage, effectively fucking your mouth. Gruff grunts and groans escape his lips as he uses you freely.

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You gasp sharply when he suddenly pulls away, leaving you jaw slacked and panting for oxygen. He studies your feeble expression before deeply chuckling, circling around you. The blunt tip of the head of his dick prods at your entrance.

“Now be a good little fuck doll for me.”

With one fluent thrust of his hips, he sheaths himself inside of you.

-ˏˋ 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ˊˎ˗

Let’s be fucking real, this man was only enticed into the prospect of an Onlyfans because it meant more people got to witness him humiliating his little slut. The man is a sadist. Nothing makes his dick harder than the masses watching you get fucked to the brink of passing out, drooling mindlessly. It’s as simple as that.

Your body aggressively jerks around on the bed as Sukuna jackhammers in and out of you at a grueling pace. Two long tattooed fingers are in your mouth, holding it wide open. You can’t even recognize the noises you’re making, they’re more pornographic than anything your body has ever produced. The camera is focused on your fucked out expression. Just as your eyes begin to roll back into your skull and the white of eyes peek out, Sukuna lays a sharp slap to your cheek. He tugs at the belt wrapped around your throat.

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Incoherent whines are all you manage to get out. Sukuna roars with laughter, enjoying every second of your indignity.

-ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎 ˊˎ˗

Okay hear me out; modern day Mahito who is a broke philosophy major in need of extra income. He already gets a lot of attention on social media thanks to his unique style and appearance and eccentric personality, why not capitalize off of it for his betterment? Besides, he already has the perfect little thing to play with – you. Your Onlyfans account isn’t anything out of the ordinary. It mainly consists of immaculately shot footage of Mahito fucking you, the sun somehow shining on the both of you perfectly. He garnered a lot of his subscribers, mostly women, from the abundance of videos of him eating your pussy like it was his last meal.

There was no sight prettier than your Mahito in between your legs, gazing up at you with those heterochromia eyes like you hung the stars in the sky. His lips were glistening with your arousal as they wrapped around your clit, suckling on it as he curled the two fingers inside of you upward.

“Baby!” You cry, tangling your hands into his pale aquamarine locks.

He giggles into your cunt, pulling his fingers out and licking a stripe from your slit to your clit. His tongue finds its way back to your entrance. Mahito fucks you with the muscle before sitting up and hiking your legs up onto his shoulders. The camera now has an idyllic shot of Mahtio’s muscled torso, the black ink of his barbwire tattoos contrasting beautifully against his porcelain skin. He grabs his cock with one hand and taps it against your glistening nub teasingly before guiding himself inside of you.

“Oh fuck, pretty girl. You have the best fucking pussy.”

-ˏˋ𝐀𝐎𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎 ˊˎ˗

Aoi is a simple man; you’re attractive, he’s attractive, and you both just so happen to be in a sexually active relationship – why not show off? This big boy is whipped™️ with a capital W, so if Onlyfans was your idea he agreed without hesitation. He will give you things before you even ask for them because you’re his baby and he loves you. Speaking of showing off, Aoi has the strength of a thousand suns and it’s no secret that he enjoys flaunting his power. That being said, the selling point of your Onlyfans account is obviously size kink. Aoi can fuck you in positions that are seemingly only possible in professional porn. Your man is an Adonis who can do anything. Nothing is off limits.

Your legs are hooked on the crook of Aoi’s arms as he bounces you up and down his thick member. Your hands grip the nape of his neck desperately. High pitched cries escape your lips with each slam of his cock. All you can do is hold on to your lover and take it. He sets the pace. You’re at mercy to his pleasure.

“Take it, babygirl. That’s it.” He growls.

He’s completely in the zone, staring at you like a frenzied Great White shark that just got a whiff of blood in the ocean. Without unsheathing you from his cock, he effortlessly flips you around and pressed your legs up until your ankles are kissing your ears, effectively folding you in half – all while still standing.

“Ready for the grand finale, baby?”

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.... -ˏˋ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 ˊˎ˗

I have lots of mixed feelings on our dear Suguru. If he ever agreed to create an Onlyfans account with you, it would only be after lots and lots of thinking and rationalizing. He would take months to weigh the pros and cons before coming to a decision. You wouldn’t even be regular uploaders, to be honest. Your account is more of an “if we’re horny and feel like recording, then we’ll record” type of account.

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webtoonscreenshots · 6 months

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The Perks of Being a Villainess, by Yoteh and Mindo and Mango Kim

#the perks of being a villainess #isn’t being a wicked woman much better?#webtoon #webtoons #manhwa

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webtoon-brackets · 3 months

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#webtoon #webtoons #polls #manhwa #the fantasie of a stepmother #a stepmother's marchen #the perks of being a villainess #isn’t being a wicked woman much better?

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cillivnz · 2 months

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THE OTHER WOMAN [anakin skywalker]

pairing. ANAKIN SKYWALKER x JEDI!READER

trope. unrequited love, ‘the other woman’.

word count. 1.6k

warnings. 18+. f!reader, cursing, virgin!reader, loss of virginity, heavy angst, rough sex, no aftercare, degradation, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, size kink, tummy bulge, creampies, crying, unrequited pining, clit-play, sadism & masochism, emotionally vulnerable reader and unavailable anakin.

a/n. personal experiences inspired this. could possibly be the prologue to a series, depends on reception. single quotes ‘’ indicate telepathic communication. descriptions are not intended to offend, just to depict a state of vulnerability.

“HIT ME!” MOANED THE MASOCHIST, “NO,” SNEERED THE SADIST.

Love’s a silly little thing that’s made Saints do questionable things, so how were you expected to be any different as a Jedi with tainted ethics? Except, the sole purpose of being one— a Jedi, is to be damn near a Saint. Well, you’re near one, now.

With your face buried in his sheets, and his cock buried inside you.

“Ani— fuck,” you sighed in fulfilment.

this was home, homely; beneath him every night after a long day of you awaiting the sight of him in the Temple, and for him, distracting himself by killing all evil and bottling up all thoughts of his lost love.

“How many fucking times have I told you not to call me that?” You flinched at the smack landing on your ass cheek. The hopes of him rubbing the supple flesh to soothe the pain went in vain.

The sole reason for the success of your “relationship” or even why Anakin agreed to your pathetic advances in the first place was because you were symbiotic, yin and yang of a very wicked balance.

HE LIKED INFLICTING PAIN, YOU LIKED BEING INFLICTED UPON.

When Padmé Amidala left the Coruscant for Naboo, abandoning her Ani with a broken heart, you volunteered to pick the pieces.

“ANAKIN, TALK TO ME,” you urged, clutching onto his onyx Jedi robes. His jaw clenched, an eyebrow irking at your audacious hand placement.

“Leave me alone,” he pushed himself away from you, but you were adamant as ever.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Your gut churned out a warning, intituition telling you you’re digging a hole that’s bound to be deeper than the bond you’ve formed with Anakin Skywalker over the decade of knowing him— from Slave to Saviour of the galaxies.

His head whipped towards you, his broad back tensing as he turned threateningly slowly towards you.

“I can,” you were unsure of what you were going to propose— hell, you were unsure of what you were even going to say.

‘I can make you forget her.’

He sneered, you squirmed.

“I’d love to see you try, sweetheart.”

First pet name Anakin Skywalker learned to use, coincidentally, too, for you. He had heard a sleazy man on Tattooine say it to his mother. For the longest time, he had thought of it to be vulgarity, until little Skywalker used it for you in front of Obi-wan and was quick to learn that it expresses endearment, not disdain.

After ten years he calls you ‘sweetheart’, and you knew better than to blush over it, but you were flushed, anyway.

You strip yourself bare; physically and egotistically. You lay yourself bare for your first love to unravel, even if there wasn’t much to remove physically; you were laying your soul bare to him, for him.

Mere virgin, inexperienced and shielded. Jaded just from communicating with two-timers, but so, so willing to bend over backwards and break your back for Anakin Skywalker’s mercurial self and pretty face.

While he sees your naked flesh on display for him, you see the first emotion on Anakin’s face that was not indignation towards you. Desire. He desired you, but the speed at which he masked his emotions proved to you that it wasn’t half of what he felt for her.

“You have no idea what you’re setting yourself up for.” He grabbed your chin with his metallic arm, one you’ve admired for the valour that gave it to him and one you’ve shamelessly fantasised about.

One snap was all it would’ve taken for him to break you in half with that faux robotic limb, but Anakin wouldn’t do that. Not just yet.

“What makes you think you can compare to her?”

“She is the kindest, strongest, most generous and most beautiful woman in the galaxy. What makes you think you can compare?”

What really makes you think you can compare?

You’ve been selfish, cursing the entirety of their relationship, which was as one-sided as your love for him.

You’ve been impatient, reckless and impulsive, and it’s evident in your performance as a Jedi.

You can’t even fulfil your sole purpose because, by Maker, he’s clouded your mind with himself and left little room for rationality.

‘I can try,’ you think, and of course he’d read it. ‘To fill the void.’

‘Let me in, please.’

‘Please let me try.’

“Bend over, ass up, face down.”

That’s how you two started, and how you persist.

He insists on fucking you in the same position, same force and speed of his thrusts, every night.

You know better than to ask for more. Maker’s giving you more than you deserve, isn’t it? Gratitude has been a virtue of yours, so you stick to it.

Even if there are days when he doesn’t show up to your room, knock curtly thrice before barging in to find you stripped and on your knees for him, you still love him.

He’s forgiven, he’ll always be.

You take those days to forget him, to jump down the Tower instead of climbing further up the spiralling stairs of a love doomed before it blossomed.

Anakin Skywalker only brings despair with him, a fact even the Order knows now.

“An-ah!—Anakin, slow down!” You squealed, his thrusts never faltering.

He was taking out his frustration for the Maces of the Order onto you.

“Shut up and take it,” he grunted, going faster.

You were crying, a mere mess in his bed.

The tip of his cock was assaulting your g-spot, and it felt like a punch to the gut.

You felt him there, too, snaking a hand down to your tummy to feel the bulge of him going in and out of your tight channel.

He rubbed your clit vigorously; the swollen bundle of nerves had been begging for his attention, which, his balls slapping against it was sufficing, but the extra heed paid had you writhing in overstimulation.

You were sobbing, softly, but loud enough for him to hear over the sound of skin-on-skin slapping and his own haggard breath.

He pulled out, making you clench around just his tip. It was like your body was trying to keep him in.

“Can’t have me stay and can’t have me go,” he said under his breath. He spread your cunt with his hands, watching your abused hole leak your juices.

He eyed you for several moments, making you self-conscious as jolt away from him. He only spreads you further apart to spit into your hole.

Your body jerked away from him, but his metallic fingers were faster in being shoved inside of you.

The cold metal felt like ice to your hot insides, the juxtaposition of a sensation sending a shiver down your arched spine.

“Oh, you like this?” His human hand cupped your mound. “Is cock too much for your little pussy to handle?” He mocked, but you sensed a tinge of amusement underlying his tone.

“You have one purpose, and you fail to meet it.” He pulled out his fingers, causing your head to snap back to look at him.

You see him seated on the bed, leisurely stroking his cock as if he has all the time in the world, no necessity for release while you ached to come undone.

‘I’ve given you more than she has.’

Anakin’s cock may be the biggest in this galaxy, but your pride’s bigger in every other.

His jaw clenched, but his cock twitched.

With one swift leap, he was on top of you— the predator atop his prey— pounced and ready to penetrate— eat you alive.

“Not a word out of you, y’hear?”

“Not. One. Word.”

He aligned the tip of his member with your tight entrance and forced his way in, fucking you dumb with merciless thrusts, just the way you wanted.

You were drooling, panting, screaming, moaning, crying, all while Anakin drove his hips into yours wordlessly.

The silence was eerie and scary, not even a grunt was sounded, and how you yearned to hear his groans of pleasure, knowing they were for you.

He then moaned, once again reading your mind with that impeccable bond of Force that Maker’s aligned your souls with, but your heart nearly dropped to your cunt when he said,

“Padmé, fuck.”

You clenched out of instinct, spinal cord taking over all senses while your brain was too weak, too fucked to react.

A normal person with self-respect would ask him to get the fuck out and never, ever come see you again, but you had ego, not the former, and the difference between the two is what’s allowing you to let him finish and go, like every other night, like a part of you would normalise this foreplay as long as you feel his touch— feel wanted by him.

When his seed tainted your walls once more, you sighed in relief. You couldn’t bear to look at him with tearful eyes.

You hear him shuffle into his robes, then silence, yet his presence was still felt.

You hear the doorknob twist, so you turn around to lie on your back, not expecting a lurking Anakin lingering by the doorframe. You peer at him through wet lashes, doe-eyes reduced to slits while you reciprocated the venom exuding out of Anakin for the first time towards him, clenching your jaw. Your chest huffed with forced respiration, drawing Anakin’s attention to your breasts.

It was then he used the force not to hear the string of curses flowing through your mind for him, but to talk to you, for the first time.

And for the first time he ever said,

‘If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t come to you.’

“Like” isn’t “love”,

But it is something—

‘—But you mean nothing to me, so your love is useless.’

‘And I won’t always be around as the other woman,’ you were going to go berserk.

But which one of you was lying, sneering sadist or moaning masochist?

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I feel like Ghost would be an alpha who isn’t super in your face if you’re an omega. He is more of a silent presence, lingering there, ready when needed. The first to bring things for a nest, the first to detect when something is off with his omega. Just nowhere near as domineering as he’s sometimes represented in Omegaverse. Dominant in scenarios, yes, but not domineering.

So I'm actually going back to my forced designation switch alpha Ghost for this, (despite saying I wouldn't revisit it) because the more I think about this the more I really want to incorporate it into this story.

TW: Similarities to conversion therapy, details of canonical sexual assault

I think, if we're considering Ghost as an omega prior to his forced transition, he absolutely remembers what it was like to deal with that. He likely hid it from his family, given his father's abuse, so as to not cause more harm to himself. So he understands Reader when she admits she purposefully concealed herself for quite some time due to biases in the military. An omega, and a woman? To say the chances are stacked against her is an understatement.

I also think this allows him a unique perspective. He knows what it's like to hide heats, to always be on edge around alphas, to watch your back all the time and to be ashamed of who you were born as. He picks up the subtleties in you, is the first to whiff out a pre-heat, to notice the alarmed spike in your scent. It makes him all the more protective over you, knowing the evil that's out there that threatens you because of your designation. Yet he doesn't become overbearing, because he also understands that the presence of a heavy-handed alpha might make you nervous, on edge given your prior experiences with alphas. He knows that too, have lived a life before this similar to your own. It makes him a better alpha, not only because he's receptive, sympathetic to his omega mates, but because he's lived it.

I think Ghost has a very complicated relationship with his status as an alpha, and with sex in general. He's comfortable where he is now with the team, but only because they are fully aware of what has happened to him, and as a result know how to handle him when it becomes too much, when he remembers Roba, the torture, the fact that he used to be different.

Becoming an Alpha was in some ways a relief for Ghost. He didn't have to struggle anymore with concealing himself, with potentially losing his service if he was revealed. Some would say he's better for it, can now be the perfect example of a lethal soldier because of his alpha status

But it was at a wicked cost.

It came at the cost of his autonomy, his dignity, it came with pain and trauma and horrifying flashbacks that continue to haunt him. It fundamentally changed him, emotionally, psychologically, and physically. Even after Simon escaped and put an end to Roba it wasn't over. His body changed, reformed itself. He grew taller, stronger, bulkier, more muscular. He had to get used to not being at home in his body, to instincts that were unfamiliar and overwhelming. He was suddenly dealt with as an entirely different person while he was dealing with the aftermath of his trauma, the grief of losing his entire family, the erasure of his identity in order to survive.

I think that's where the team comes in as well. Price was there for Simon in the immediate aftermath of his transition, helped him through the newness of being an alpha. When Simon's first rut came, he was borderline uncontrollable- brain chemical haywire, rebelling against themselves in a vain effort to revert back to their original omega state, competing with the the alpha instincts to rut, chase, breed. In my personal interpretation, with was Price who acted as a partner for Simon during this time, as Simon could not be trusted with an omega partner. He was fully aware of Simon's trauma, like had dealt with traumatized soldiers before, had the experience of being an alpha, and had...other experience to bring to the table as well. He coaxed Simon through his rut and as a result the two formed a deep trust with each other that extended far beyond the realm of camaraderie and friendship, and eventually led to more romantic implications

Then comes Soap, this rebellious spitfire omega who has concealed his designation and by all appearances is an alpha just like Price and Simon. We knows how this story goes. Ghost slowly falls for Johnny, doesn't act on it, yearns and pines in angst over how he could possibly dream of Johnny accepting him, and how he could possibly be a good alpha to him. Johnny wriggles his way into Simon's heart anyways, knocks on his soul and carves inside inch by inch, and Ghost slowly lets him, until at last Simon finds out he can be a good alpha, and that all it took was one feisty omega sergeant to tell him that

Ghost, at least in this story, still struggles with these things. They never quite leave him. He's extremely hesitant to spend his ruts with anyone other than Soap, and takes a significant amount of time to allow himself to be intimate with Price and Gaz. For you, he refuses your assistance for his ruts for the first few cycles, too nervous about hurting you despite how much he wants you. Soap has to coax him into it, has to teach him he's okay, that he is not his abusers, and stays with you both the first few times you are intimate with each other as Simon slowly works through this particular aspect of his trauma. It takes time, but Ghost finds he can be a good alpha to you too, that his forced switch and the consequences of it do not define him.

Holy SHIT that was a long answer. I just wrote an essay. Apologies, I've been thinking a lot about this concept, and despite the heart breaking details of it, I think it adds a deeply fascinating aspect to Ghost's character in this AU that fits within the realm of his existing canonical trauma. Thank you so so much for letting me ramble.

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(Upon popular request (really, thank you so much for the amazing response!), a second part to Your New Family! Where Sirius finds out who that stranger in the restroom actually was😁)

Part 1: Your New Family

Pouring his heart out in the loo might not have been Sirius’ best moment, but at least that kind stranger managed to somewhat reduce his anxiety about meeting Remus' parents. Until he sees Remus' father, that is.

Your New Son

As Sirius approaches their table, he sees Remus is not alone. An elderly woman has joined him. She has a round face framed with dark blond curls interspersed with streaks of grey, and big, honey-coloured eyes. Remus’ eyes.

Remus’ mum.

She must’ve gotten here early. Shite. Shite. And Sirius was at the loo the entire time! No doubt she already thinks he’s totally weird, dammit.

Sirius rushes towards them. “I’m so sorry I kept you waiting!”

“Oh my goodness,” Remus’ mum says as she turns around. “Could this be your Sirius?” She gets to her feet and takes Sirius’ hands in hers, but holds him at arm’s length so she can study him properly. “Look at you! Aren’t you a properly handsome young man! Remus has been going on about it, of course. ‘Mum, he’s so lovely. Mum, his hair is so pretty. Mum, his eyes are so nice.’ I assumed he was just smitten,” she turns back to Remus and smiles brightly at him. “But you really got yourself quite a looker, didn’t you, Remus?”

Remus beams at them proudly. “I sure did!”

Sirius, a little overwhelmed, wants to give a compliment in return. He’s aiming for something along the lines of ‘I always found Remus’ eyes beautiful, and now I can see who he gets it from’, he really is, but what comes out is “I like Remus’ eyes on you” which is just so weird.

Unfortunately, his remedying attempt does not quite make it better. “I mean, not Remus’ eyes. They were yours first! But you gave them to Remus. Not your actually eyes, of course. You still have eyes, after all.”

Remus’ mum looks puzzled, as she slowly says “...yes. I do have eyes.”

It’s only then that Sirius realizes Remus’ father isn’t there. Immediately, the worst-case-scenarios cross his mind. Remus’ dad has already decided he hates Sirius and doesn’t even want to meet him. Remus’ dad has looked up Sirius’ family and now wants nothing to do with him. Remus’ dad is not okay with Remus being in a same-sex relationship (which is absolutely ridiculous, since Remus has been out since he was fifteen, and his parents have been nothing but loving and supportive, but in Sirius’ anxiety-riddled state, even Remus’ dad changing his entire belief system overnight seems completely possible).

It is at that moment Remus’ mum says “You must excuse my husband. He just had to go to the restroom.”

Sirius lets out a sigh of relief. Right, the restroom.

The restroom...

Wait.

The restroom.

Oh. Oh.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

“Ah, there he is!” Remus’ mum says, and as Sirius turns around he feels dread settle in his stomach.

And indeed. The man approaching them is the very same man Sirius just trauma-dumped all over in the restroom. The man has a smirk on his face. The exact same smirk Remus has when he thought of a particular wicked prank. Oh yes, he definitely knew all along.

“I’d already reckoned you’re Sirius!” The man says, reaching out a hand. “It’s about time we were probably introduced! I’m Lyall Lupin, Remus’ father.”

All colour must’ve drained from Sirius’ face as he shakes Mr Lupin’s hand. “I... You... I was... And you were... I didn’t... Oh my god. I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I...”

“Sirius,” Remus says in a levelled tone. “What did you do?” The exact same tone he uses when Sirius and James call him in the middle of the night to come pick them up somewhere.

“Nothing bad, nothing bad!” Remus’ dad quickly says, laughing while holding up his hands. “He just told me how anxious he was to be meeting his boyfriend’s parents for the first time. But only because he loves the boy so much!”

Remus lets out a small gasp before turning to Sirius with wide eyes. Eyes that Sirius is purposely not meeting, looking everywhere but at Remus.

“Oh,” Remus’ dad says, looking from Remus to Sirius and back to Remus. “You two haven’t...”

“Sirius!” Remus exclaims, smacking his arm. “I can’t believe the first time you say that you love me it’s to my bloody father!”

“Well, I did not know that!” Sirius says defensively. “I thought it was to a stranger in the loo!”

“That does not make it better!”

As the boys bicker, Hope wraps her arms around Lyall’s upper arm and rests her head against him. “So,” she says softly. “We approve?”

“His feelings for Remus are very sincere,” Lyall replies. “And I honestly think he’ll do anything for him.”

Hope lets out a content sigh as she looks at the couple. “I’m glad.”

“He seems kind and genuine,” Lyall adds. “And also, we’re going to have to adopt him as our second son.”

Hope lifts her head to look at her husband with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve already decided that?”

“He never had a real family,” Lyall says. “He claims he wants us to like him purely for Remus’ sake, but there’s more to it than that. I don’t think he’s ready to admit it, maybe doesn’t even realise it, but he’s craving it for himself as well. A family, a home.”

“Well, then he has chosen the right in-laws,” Hope says, accepting Lyall’s judgement without question as she lays her head back against his arm.

Then she chuckles. “My, my. That was some toilet break, huh?”

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