#umbraist

[carnallypowered]

for @umbraist​ from ivy au: a/ltered c/arbon based on:  “‘I had a night terror & comforting me turned into sex’ sex”

Whenever she closed her eyes, she could still see her parents. Dead. Killed. Murdered. It was by sheer luck that she had found Quentin’s contacts among her father’s things while she had sat huddled and hidden. Now, wrapped up in sweat-dampened sheets, she’d woken up shrieking, letting out a louder one when she’d sensed someone else in the room with her. Realizing who it really was, however, had her choke back a sob and wrap her arms around his neck, clinging on to him like a frightened koala. “Please....please don’t leave me alone,” she whispered. 

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@umbraist​ [ x ]:

“ that’s because i’m annoyed, davi, “ growls quentin as he moves to take her offer and sit next to the assassin who has been a good friend more often to him than not. often times, they are here together sharing a drink after a job well done has sent them all over the world. a few times they’ve been in competition, but she’s not one he’d kill if he didn’t have to. he hopes she feels the same. “ start me off with my usual and then just keep them coming. i need to drink, “ quentin barks to the bartender behind the bar at old betsy, who heard his order and immediately started to work on his drink. once quentin was comfortable was seated next to davina, he turns towards her and starts to speak. “ my handler got fucking flipped. he set me up with a job to take out some scientist in coast city, and when i showed up to the location, he had a.r.g.u.s. waiting to take me down. lucky for me, i always have back up exfil planned out. but now i’ve gotta gut my handler. “ quentin states calmly as he waits for betsy to bring him a drink before he’s turning towards davina. “ so that was my fucking day. how was yours? “

“Oh goody! Gutting renegade handlers is always fun!” While she recognized how sucky that must have been, she knew Quentin could hold his own. He had his abilities, which were more impressive than hers, and he was already a lethal killing machine without them. Davina didn’t need to dread the day that someone hired her to kill him; although she was known for being loyal to the person with more money, she was also loyal to the few friends she’d made. She couldn’t and wouldn’t kill him even if she was offered the throne of England. While Old Betsy started handing him the drinks as they were finished, she finished hers and signaled for the last one she would have to the day. “Do you need a place to crash? My apartment got blown up yesterday, but I have another one waiting. You can stay with me there for a bit, just kill anyone who tries breaking in.” She hated having to lose her apartment -- it had been the first one she bought with her own money -- but it was better than losing her life. “...except if it’s me. I lost the spare keys, so I got to get copies made.”

[powerbound]

❛     oh  come  on  ,  don’t  be  such  a  spoiled  sport  !  what’s  a  little  murder  anyway  ?     ❜

@umbraist​  ❤’d !

[sweetcstfantasy]

@umbraist​ || Sophie & Quentin

She was his eyes and ears on the GROUND. The one person with their NOSE in everybody's business. The one with ALL the information. That’s the lie that they’ve fed everyone for weeks now. Or at least            it’s where they had started out once he REENTERED into her life, but it had turned into so much more LATELY. All it took was one FIGHT too many, one SLAM of the door and she had ENDED up on his doorstep. Wanting to FORGET for just a little while. Ever since then this is how they operated. They’d sneak away from everyone, her boyfriend included just to be alone. To be TOGETHER. And the smile that lit up her face when she GENTLY pushed herself against his chest as the door locked shut behind them was genuine for the first time that day. ❝I thought we’d NEVER get a chance to sneak away.❞

[femvoir]

@umbraist​ said: “ do you ever knock? “

    “  no --- and that should be the first thing you should know about break ins: when to knock and when to not,  ”  she doesn’t exactly know where he stands in terms of morality but it’s certainly more noble than how she views the world. and in this case, any scumbag that  is in her sights doesn’t have the right to privacy. locks and secrets included, it was all the more reason for sam to snoop around and dig. for evidence,  “  i have a little job to do, i was hoping you’d tag along. might have something to do with the case you mentioned.  ”

[carnallypowered]

“ you make the cutest sounds when you want me. ” ( for luna. didn’t mean to send this twice. lol ) from @umbraist​

“And what sounds would those be, husband?” It probably wasn’t usual for his pack to see their alpha’s wife / mate walk up to him and straddle his lap, but damn them all. She was already feeling a certain way, and only he could keep her from starting without him. Luna brushed the tip of her nose over his before nuzzling the side of his neck, a soft whimper coming from her, seconds before she started nipping at the soft curve of his neck.

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“ I like the view. “ for davina from @umbraist​

“You’re not supposed to be in here, Q.” She hummed and continued dressing, finally pulling her extra shirt on and a little over her shorts. “You know Old B’s going to have you thrown out if she finds you in the ladies’ room.” But she made no sign of screaming for help or being uncomfortable that he was there. He probably was watching her undress the entire time, but she was never shy about her body. “But thanks. Play your cards right, and I might give you a private viewing of it again.”

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for @umbraist​‘s spn verse from luna verse: main

“Maybe I should stop wearing skintight dresses,” she remarked, running her hands over her fabric-clad form. The color could be considered girlish for someone who preferred sparring with her husband ( mud or concrete, it didn’t matter ), but the dress itself did show off her toned arms. Her ass. Her boobs. And her flat tummy. Luna turned this way and that before sitting on her favorite seat -- Quentin’s lap -- and sighed, leaning back against him. “I have nothing to wear.”