#still i dreamt..................................... but oh well. next time maybe who knows

[lizzieisright]

omega abs ? 😣

oh my fucking god yes

female alpha!reader x omega!abby

Palestine: what can you do

Summary: Abby is sure she will never meet her dream alpha after what happened with Owen. And then she meets you.

Tags: dead dove: do not eat. a/b/o universe (female alphas have dicks), modern AU, descriptions of smut (heats/ruts), Owen is a piece of shit, reader is a sweetheart. Also I'll always make Ellie and Abby friends because their dynamic cracks me up every time.

Notes: this one is genuinely weird in terms of my writing style. It's 6k long for no reason except that I wanted to see how everything will play out and build some kind of omega!abby lore. Also it was meant as a bullet point thingy like hcs, but then it got too long, so the sentences might sound weird.

If you guys want something specific with omega!abby, reqs are open.

Me: *slaps the title of the fic* this bad boy can fit a whole multichapter in it.

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There's one thing Abby knows for certain when she turns 19: she is not a typical omega.

Abby's scent is not too sweet: she smells more like fresh roses than vanilla. All other omegas have more prominent scents, and Abby sees how alphas favour them. She is insecure about her scent, and she is not too prideful to admit she wants alphas to like her. Like any other omega Abby feels pressured by society to look a certain way - and she is already tall, so she starts going to the gym to get fit, to look more attractive, to grow that bubble butt everyone's talking about. She just started university and she wants to be cool.

(Ellie tells her it's all bullshit. Ellie is her biggest supporter and she is the one who growls at other alphas when it's needed. It's hilarious, because Ellie is fucking tiny. "I'm still an alpha, Anderson!" Ellie whines usually and Abby flicks her forehead.)

The gym works: she gets more attractive. Her butt is round, her arms are toned and her shoulders balance her hips, making her waist look thinner. Abby meets Owen and she thinks he is the one. He is the first alpha she spends her heat with. And well, maybe it's not how she imagined it would be, but Abby doesn't complain. After all, perfect alphas only exist in books and movies, not in reality.

(she dreamt about feeling safe and protected with her alpha, feeling loved and taken care of. Owen is all growls and bruises.)

Ellie hates Owen's guts. There's always some sick smell when they're in the same room, and Abby is doing all she can to manage it and make two of the most important alphas in her life like each other. Owen tries to convince Abby that alphas and omegas can't be friends - and it works. Abby stops spending too much time with Ellie, tricked into thinking that Ellie actually has feelings for her. Ellie lets it happen.

(Owen is so much more violent during ruts. Abby knew this too: alphas are ruthless in ruts, but she didn't expect being borderline assaulted. Again, she doesn't complain. She is in love, and Owen knows better.)

Abby keeps going to the gym, and in time her muscles grow and show more. Abby is happy - she put so much work into her body and it shows now! She is so much stronger now, and she doesn't mind that her waist is not so tiny anymore. Abby feels powerful.

Owen, however, gets grumpier with every pound of muscle on Abby's body: he doesn't like it. He doesn't support her when she shows how much progress she made.

Then he starts joking about it. He tells her it makes her look less like omega. That she is almost as big as he is. That people won't be able to tell who is the alpha in their relationship. Abby swallows everything and starts doing more cardio. She wants Owen to be happy. She wants to be his mate one day.

And then one day Abby catches Owen with another omega.

She is small and smells like coconut, she is everything Abby isn't.

Abby wants to die.

Abby calls Ellie for the first time in months, sobbing violently. Ellie picks her up and spends the night soothing Abby, and the next day beating the shit out of Owen. Yes, she is tiny, but alpha strength is alpha strength, and Ellie is furious.

Abby doesn't really recover from this. She thought Owen would be her first and her last, but now her dreams and her self-esteem are in ruins.

Abby blames herself for Owen's cheating. She blames herself for building her body, for not being omegy enough, for having a weak scent, for not being what he wanted. 

So Abby grows distant, believing she has no worth as an omega. She avoids alphas, she doesn't recognize when someone's interested. She doesn't let herself smell other people. The only alpha she still talks to is Ellie, because Ellie is Ellie. Her best goblin friend who doesn't even react to her heats, because she is so used to Abby.

(it actually breaks Abby's heart a little: is her scent so weak it doesn't affect alphas at all?)

Her younger brother, Lev, moves to the city for university when Abby is in her graduation year, and Abby puts her energy into taking care of him. She comes to his place from time to time, bringing food or snacks for him. They have movie nights as well. It makes Abby feel less alone. Less useless.

One day Lev asks her to come to the party with him: it's his first time going to a party and he has no idea what to do, especially since there'd be really cool people who are his seniors and he doesn't want to have an egg on his face. 

"Can you ask Ellie to come as well? Please? I need more cool people on my side."

Abby laughs and makes sure Ellie is going to come. Ellie adores Lev, so she agrees immediately.

This party is on another level, Abby thinks. It's not frat bros and awful alphas like it was when Abby went to parties with Owen. This party looks like all smart and successful people in the uni decided to get piss drunk, and it is as cool as it is hilarious. Abby knows some of them - she waves at Nora and hugs Manny when he sees her: they're only people Abby kept in contact with after breaking up with Owen. They stopped being friends with him the moment they found out what happened.

Lev is very nervous. He clings to Abby's arm and she laughs kindly.

"Hey, relax. You're supposed to have fun."

"Yeah, I know." Lev says, a little irritated, but it makes Abby and Ellie laugh again.

Ellie takes everything in her hands and comes back with three beers, opening them for Lev and Abby. Abby chuckles at her typical alpha behaviour, but doesn't tease her. They share a drink, and Lev is still nervous, so Ellie takes him to the dance floor and he finally relaxes next to his second favourite person and his first favourite alpha.

Or so Abby thinks.

She watches another person come to them, and by the way Ellie tenses Abby guesses it's an alpha. Abby tenses too: the protectiveness kicks in.

But the alpha smiles and hugs Lev like Abby does: like if this alpha was Lev's older sister. They talk for a bit and then Lev points in Abby's direction. The alpha nods and waves at Abby. She waves back, confused.

And then this alpha makes her way to Abby.

Abby is caught off guard: the alpha is hot. She is also friendly judging by the smile and the way she treated Lev, and Abby can’t decide how to behave around her. She is not bitter after what happened with Owen, but she is definitely out of practice of talking with hot alphas.

You watch Lev's sister's face go through a variety of emotions, and it makes you chuckle - you too would be confused. But you want to meet her and make sure she knows Lev is taken care of: he is under your wing. He is a sweet kid, shy one, and you know how nervous he is about everything, so you want him to have this safety net.

"Hi!" You say cheerfully and give your hand for a handshake. You try not to think of how beautiful Lev's sister is, how much her blue eyes hypnotise you. She is fucking adorable, that what she is. 

"Hi?" And her voice is soft too. You blink to clear your mind and tell her your name. You can’t smell her, but you’re pulled to her like a magnet.

"I'm Lev's student guide." Abby nods, not sure if she is okay with an alpha around her baby brother.

"I'm Abby, Lev's sister." You beam at Abby and she feels her stomach flutter. Abby quickly tries to kill the butterflies, but you seem so genuine. She can't smell you when there's so many people around, and maybe it's a good thing.

“Lev gave me your number as an emergency contact, and I just wanted you to know if an unknown number texts you that Lev is puking after doing beer pong, it will be me.” Abby can't help her chuckle: you do sound genuine. Abby feels like you really care about her brother and it makes her feel better. 

Lev and Ellie come back and Abby looks at how Lev's face lights up when you smile at him. Oh no. He has a crush on you. It breaks Abby’s heart: she sees how you treat him like a baby brother, and Abby knows Lev has no chance. She also thinks if she looked like this when she met Owen, all star-struck and hopeful. At least you look like a better person.

Abby also feels how tense Ellie is around you. Another alpha thing, but this one is annoying - Ellie’s protectiveness is borderline territorial, so Abby glares at her. Ellie glares back, but some of the tension goes away.

You ruffle Lev’s hair and ask him to enjoy the party and find you if they need anything. Ellie only fully relaxes when you’re lost in the crowd.

“She is the coolest.” Lev tells them and Ellie huffs. “She always helps me around. Saved my ass a few times as well.”

“Well, kid, I don’t want you to get hurt by her, okay?” Ellie says and Lev blushes. 

“Don’t worry, Ellie. I know nothing will happen.” Lev smiles. “She likes people on her level. Someone like you, Abby.”

Abby’s heart skips a beat in pain. There's no way an alpha like you would like an omega like her. 

Or if there is, then there's something wrong with you and you shouldn't be around her brother. 

“She doesn't seem too bad.” Ellie says almost through her teeth; she is as annoyed at her nature as Abby is, but she tries to have a clear head. “But if she hurts you, I'll kill her.” 

Abby would laugh, but the image of Owen's bloody face and a broken wrist don't let her. It's a good thing he didn't press charges, too humiliated to admit he got his ass kicked for cheating. 

Abby forgets about you until she is getting ready to sleep tonight. She puts her palm under her cheek, blissfully unaware, and takes a breath that is full of your scent. It shakes her, having an alpha scent on her, and Abby can't control herself.

Abby's cheeks burn, her heart picks up speed. Her cunt throbs. 

You smell amazing. It has an edge, like any other alpha’s scent, but it's not suffocating. Well no. It is, but it doesn't feel bad, it makes Abby bury her nose in her palm and take a deep sniff. It makes her feel safe. 

And Abby is terrified. She can't like your scent. It's dangerous, she can't risk herself like this, it's stupid. Lev has a crush on you, for god's sake! And even if she could, you'd never look her way. You're a good alpha and good alphas like pretty, small, sweet smelling omegas. Not Abby. 

She doesn’t know that she also left some of her scent on your palm. She doesn’t know you’ve been smelling it the whole night, addicted to the smell of fresh roses and memory of pretty blue eyes. She doesn't know that you struggle to control your eyes from changing to alpha red the whole time. 

You're ready to claw walls after meeting the prettiest omega of your life that you know is sweet and kind and smart: Lev really can't shut up about his sister. It's fucking eating you alive. 

And you have no idea when you'll meet her again, but then you remember that both of you are in the same university. So you start trying to figure out her schedule. You know she is a med student, so you take a chance at going to the library. 

And you're not wrong: Abby is there, looking miserable as she takes her notes. Your instincts kick in and you try to think of a way to make her feel better, but you get your shit together: it would be creepy. 

So you just walk over and ask to sit next to her. Abby is surprised, but she lets you anyway. 

It's awkward. You both are trying to not inhale too much, but the scents are respectively addictive: you smell her fresh roses and she smells your spice and safety. You want to bury yourself in her neck and mark her, scent her, make her yours, but you push these thoughts away.

“How's Lev doing?” Abby asks, not being able to concentrate anymore. It's even more embarrassing that you both smell of attraction, but it doesn't really mean anything: it was proven to be an instinct thing, therefore not reliable in human society. It just makes everything awkward for everyone.

“He is excellent, honestly. He got interested in charity work and I think he will soon be cleared to volunteer at animal shelters.” 

“Good. Thanks for looking after him. I don't want him to get hurt, you know?” Abby didn't mean to say this, but you catch the meaning of her words anyway. She can smell a faint hurt coming from you, but it's not big enough. 

“I'll do whatever I can to make sure he is safe.” You promise Abby and her attraction grows. You blink, but get back into conversation, trying to find more about Abby. 

Abby is.. reluctant. She is polite, but her answers are short, and you're not an idiot, you can take a hint, so you apologise for taking her time and go. 

Abby watches you go and gets filled with sorrow. You seem so sweet, and it scares her. She can't understand what is your angle and why are you bothered with her. She is sad because she wants you to be bothered with her. She wants you to like her; but Abby's brain doesn't even entertain the idea of it. Plus, Lev is crushing on you, it would be absolutely unfair of her to like you. 

The sour smell of sadness makes Ellie restless when she gets to the library half an hour later for their study session. She looks Abby over and tries to piece together what's wrong. 

“Did something happen?” 

Abby is also reluctant to tell Ellie, but she does it anyway. Ellie frowns the whole time, not pleased with another alpha upsetting her baby. Abby is quick to defend you and say that it's she who is the problem. Ellie kicks her under the table. 

“You are not a problem. It's Owen in your head again! Let go of this asshole. There are better alphas than him, fuck, any decent alpha is better than him. Don't assume shit.” Ellie tells her and Abby nods. 

Abby decides to try. Maybe at least she can make a friend. So the next time you see her in the library, she actually smiles at you. 

You swallow. Hard. Abby is gorgeous. 

So you sit next to her and surprisingly, the conversation flows so much better than the last time. You think she was just super busy back then.

Abby is so fucking oblivious it's not funny. She talks to you like she'd talk to Ellie: she doesn't believe your scent, convinced it's just nature and alphas are like this sometimes, so she is relaxed. You can be friends, she thinks. You're great and smell amazing, so you can be friends. 

You're almost salivating the whole time. Abby is cute as fuck, and she is hot as fuck: she takes her hoodie off and stays in a tight crop top, and you ogle at her arms and shoulders. She is incredible. 

“I know we've just met, but I can't leave without asking. Would you go on a date with me?” 

Abby's scent spikes in surprise, and then anxiety. An awful, sick smell that makes you back off. 

“Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.” You tell her, eager to get rid of this stench, to keep Abby calm and safe. 

“Are you sure?” Abby asks, not really believing her ears. 

“I mean, I really want to get to know you better.” You admit. 

“Lev has a crush on you.” Abby blurts and you laugh kindly. 

“I know. We talked about it with him. I don't let this stuff slide when it happens.” It makes Abby feel a little easier. “But if you're uncomfortable, I totally get it. I'd love to be your friend as well.” 

“...I need to talk to Lev first.” Abby admits, her cheeks feel hot. 

“Of course. Let me know then.” You smile sweetly, your scent is so full of attraction it's hard to find an excuse for it, so Abby just ignores it. 

She smells excited now and you beam. “You’re so pretty.” You blurt before you can stop yourself, but Abby starts to smell so sweetly and her cheeks are rosy now, you feel on cloud nine. 

“Thanks, I guess.” She says, shy, and you nod. You say your goodbyes and leave Abby to study. 

Abby thinks she's gone insane. Or you've gone insane. There's no way you actually asked her on a date. 

But Abby wants to go so much. She didn't admit it, but she was getting lonely, and then suddenly you came along and made her heart beat faster. 

So she gains courage and talks to Lev. He gets sad, but not the sour kind, the faint lavender of regret. 

“I told you she would like you.” Lev smiles and Abby hugs him, trying to comfort him. “She is good, I promise.” 

“I'm sorry, Lev.” 

“Don't be.” Lev chuckles and they spend the evening watching the movie. 

Next day you text Abby to find out if everything worked out and she gives you a positive. You grin like an idiot the whole day and plan the date.

You don't get all romantic on your first date, since you feel like Abby might get anxious, so you two just go to a bar and have a game of pool. 

It's perfect: you both are competitive, you get to see Abby bend down and you get to flirt a lot after a drink. Abby is wearing high waisted jeans and her bubble butt looks amazing in them. You don't know this, but Abby was desperate to make herself look more like an omega, and even if she couldn't hide her shoulders and biceps, she wanted to compensate for it, showing off her butt. 

Abby is oblivious to your hungry eyes when she takes a hit, but you're struggling. Abby is sweet and she smells so fucking good. You're itching to touch her, but you keep yourself in check. So instead you compliment her. A lot. 

Abby is flustered: no one ever talked to her like this. No alpha made it clear to her that they found her this attractive. But you keep your mouth running. “Your shirt looks so good on you.” “Sorry, I can't stop staring at your shoulders. They're very nice.”

Abby laughs at this one and feels more comfortable in her own skin. So she opens up. “My ex didn't like that I work out so much.” She chuckles, and you look at her in mock offence. It makes her laugh. 

“What a fucking idiot. Only cowards don't appreciate muscle mommies.” You scrunch your nose and Abby laughs harder. 

“God, what is this nickname?”

You get flustered and Abby feels all giddy. She didn't expect any alpha to get flustered, especially not because of her. “You know. When girls, especially omegas, build up a lot of muscles? People really dig it.” 

“Do you?” Abby asks, coy, and she sees the red flash in your eyes. It makes her press her thighs together. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” You say and there's a hint of an alpha voice. Abby's chest is going to explode. 

You don't kiss Abby properly tonight, instead opting to kiss her hand: you like her, and you don't want to rush it. Abby gets flustered and you can't help the spike in your scent that makes Abby's cheeks red. 

(No, you don't get off on her scent when you come home.) 

(No, Abby doesn't fuck herself on her fingers when she comes home, burying her nose into her palm where she can catch your scent.) 

You both take it slow. You kiss her for the first time on your third date and Abby folds in your hands while you purr and knead her sides. 

Abby starts spending more time at your place, where you just cuddle and watch something. You start catching her scent all around your apartment, and it's driving you crazy. You want Abby to be yours so desperately, but you make yourself think with your head and not with your dick, so you don't rush.

You're in your class when you get a call from Lev. You don't pick up the first one, but when he calls for the second time, you walk out of the class and take the call. 

Lev is crying. 

Turns out his heat came during his class and now he is scared of going home on his own. Your instincts kick in and you grab your shit at a lighting speed before storming to Lev. You text Abby while you're running, and then your mind shifts into protective mode. 

It's hard being around an omega in heat: it's hard for the both of you. Lev clings to you while you wrap your arm around his shoulders and walk him from campus to his place. You know your eyes are red and you're low-key growling, but you keep comforting Lev. 

“It's okay. I'll get you home, and Abby is going to be here, okay? I'll keep you safe, don't worry. You're doing great, just a little more, can you walk a little more for me?”

Your voice soothes Lev and you make it to his place where Abby is already pacing in worry. 

She takes a look at you and her breath hitches. Your eyes are red and so hungry, Abby feels horny and sorry for you: she doesn't know how much willpower you need to keep your head straight when there's an omega in distress and in heat. 

You both get Lev inside his apartment and you retreat to the kitchen while Abby takes care of Lev. She fusses around, gives him pills and sends him to take a shower. You sit straight, your firsts tight as you watch your girlfriend being all motherly. This mixed with the smell of heat makes you feral. It gets harder to control, especially when Abby stands in front of you, her gorgeous scent in your nose. 

“How are you?” She asks, compassionately. And you grit your teeth. 

“Can you-” You start with a growl and you smell Abby's arousal. “Fuck. Can you come here?” You pat your lap.

The moment Abby sits down you grab her and bury your nose in her neck, your arms are tight around her back. Abby yelps when you press her closer and her scent spikes with arousal, making you growl. 

“I'm not- I'm not going to do anything. I just need a moment.” You growl and Abby swallows. Her arousal tickles your nose and you growl louder, pressing your nose closer to her scent glands.

Abby is so wet in her pants she is afraid she will leak on you, but she can't help it: you're usually so sweet, hiding your nature, and now you're acting so alpha-like, and it does things to her.

“Shit. We can't-” Abby's arousal gets mixed with anxiety and you want to sneeze to get it out of your nose. 

“We're not doing anything. Not like this. I just need a redirection.”  You take a deep inhale full of Abby's scent and you finally settle down. Your voice returns and you feel like you can control your eyes again. You ease your hold on Abby and the anxiety goes away. “Did I scare you?” 

Abby is baffled. It's such a big contrast to how Owen treated her before, she is lost for words. You're worried if you sniffing her scared her while Owen didn't care if he left bruises.

The air gets filled with the smell of fresh bakery - the scent of love and affection - and you almost tremble under Abby in excitement.

“A little. I was worried if you'd stop.”

“I have excellent self-control, baby.” You wink at Abby and she slaps your bicep.

She moves a certain way that makes her pelvis move against yours and you grunt: the scent of Abby's arousal got you half-hard already, and you're kinda sensitive now. 

Abby also feels it. She grows red and you giggle, kissing her cheek. 

“Lev is going to be out of the shower soon, I should go.”

“Okay.” Abby gets up from her seat on your lap and you pout. “Do you want-” Abby shakes her head. It's a stupid idea. 

“Do I want what?”

“Something with my scent?” 

You swallow and nod. Abby stands for a second, thinking, and then just takes her shirt off, letting you see her in a bra. You see her small tits covered by her lacy bra and adjust your pants. She is so fucking hot and this is so not the time, but your cock twitches and gets harder with every second while you stare at the most beautiful omega in your life. 

“You're a fucking menace.” You growl again and kiss Abby with hunger, the rumbling in your chest resonating in hers. Abby goes pliant and kisses you back. 

It takes you two tries to get away from her, but Abby is so delicious it's insane. 

You spend the evening in your apartment, getting off on Abby's shirt, fantasising about her going into heat and how you would take care of her and how good you would make her feel. 

You're together for a few months now when Abby's heat comes. You can smell it on her the day before, when she is all whiny and tired, sleeping for the bigger part of the movie on top of you. Her usual rose scent is getting stronger. 

“Are you close to your heat?” Abby hums in agreement and you swallow, staring at the ceiling. “Okay. I can smell it.” 

“Oh.” Abby is surprised. She doesn't have a very prominent scent so she didn't expect you to notice. “Oh I didn't think you'd smell it.”

“Your scent is my fucking heaven, of course I would.”

Abby blushes. Deeply. And you feel her press her thighs together. It makes your dick twitch. 

“I think it'll start tomorrow.” 

“Do you want me to be with you?” You ask innocently and Abby chuckles. “I mean, we haven't done anything yet and I understand if you want to wait and have normal sex first. Well, if you even want to have se-”

Abby cuts you off with a kiss and you relax. “We can try normal sex now.”

And you do. It's slow and sweet and you both laugh when you bump heads and knees and when you have to fumble around for lube since you're messy, but it's perfect. 

You're not aggressive, but you still growl and claw at Abby's soft thighs, and it's a perfect balance of care and pure animalistic want, and Abby feels wanted. She kinda wants to see your control break. 

And then you dip down between her thighs and Abby yelps and pushes your head away, shy. “You don't have to-”

“I really fucking want to. But if you don't want me to, it's okay. I won't.”

“I've never done it before.” Abby admits, embarrassed. She asked Owen to do it once but he looked weirded out by her ask, so Abby felt ashamed to ask again. You stare at her in shock - a good-natured one - and Abby hides her face. 

You slow down and get on her level again, gently moving her hand away. “Hey, it's cool. I didn't mean to belittle you, I just- you're so pretty and so gorgeous, who wouldn't want to go down on you?” Abby looks at you, so deeply touched by your care she feels her eyes water. She smells of love again and you giggle, burying your nose in her neck. “We don't have to do it.”

“I kinda wanna try.” Abby murmurs, smiling, and you beam at her. 

“I'll go slow, okay? Tell me what feels good and what's not, yeah?”

That's how Abby ends up being eaten out for the first time. She loves the feeling of your mouth on her and how your fingers curl inside her. She loves how your eyes gradually become alpha red the closer she is to cumming. 

She comes down from her high and looks at you, half naked and red-eyed, like a predator you're meant to be, and her cunt throbs. 

Abby rides you until you're a grunting mess under her as she massages your tits and clenches around you. You growl, but you don't grab her or hurt her, just let her have fun, and Abby is so fucking happy. 

“I can't wait to spend my heat with you.” Abby moans and you cum immediately, filling her up. 

This time Abby gets to feel safe and taken care of during her heat as you attend her every whim, every request, from “cum inside me” to “I really want some chocolate ice-cream”. You do everything, and Abby can't be happier. She texts Ellie as much when you're out to get her ice-cream and Ellie just sends vomiting emojis. 

Of course then she tells Abby she is happy for her and that she is going to be a best woman at your wedding. 

Abby doesn't want to admit, it scares her, but she wants to be your mate one day. 

You come back not only with chocolate ice-cream, but with some junk food as well. Abby can't help but to drop to her knees right in the hallway. 

You also help Abby recover after the heat, bringing her snacks and letting her nap every chance you can, and Abby knows she is in love with you. She doesn't even need to tell you: she constantly smells of love and lust around you now, but she decides to do it anyway.

You're balls deep in her while she pinches your nipples and nibbles at your scent glands, making you whimper in her ear. “Fuck, you feel so good around me.”

“I love you.” Abby says sweetly and you shudder on top of her, and Abby feels how your cock twitches when you cum. Abby feels your fangs scraping her scent glands and she cums too, milking you. 

“Fuck, baby, shit! I love you too, I love you so fucking much, shit-” You pant and Abby grins. 

Abby likes making a mess out of you. 

For some insane reason, Abby's excited for your rut. She didn't like spending ruts with Owen, but you're so gentle and patient, Abby is sure she'll be okay. 

Your rut comes after a month after Abby's heat. Abby likes how possessive you get in pre-rut, even though you start growling at Ellie, which doesn't end well with Ellie's explosive temper. You get along well any other time, but the constant stare down irritates Ellie to the point when she tells Abby, “go fuck the crazy out of your alpha, she is so fucking annoying. Yeah, you.” Ellie stares at you while you tug Abby closer on your lap, scenting her. “Oh my god, get a fucking room. I know Abby is like, your Jesus or whatever, but it's too much.”

Abby just giggles and enjoys how your growling changes to purring. Abby turns to you and cradles your face. “My alpha.” She murmurs and Ellie groans.

“I fucking hate you guys.”

“Not our fault you fell in love with another alpha, Ellie.” You chuckle. 

“Fuck off.” She growls and two if you laugh. 

Abby stays at your place and you get to fall asleep with her in your arms.

On the next day you wake up with a heavy head. You're already hard and Abby is right there, soft and sleeping. You think about how her wet hot pussy feels around your cock and your pheromones spike up so high Abby wakes up. 

She can tell right away that you're in rut. Your scent is suffocating. It's not soft, safe suffocating scent that Abby likes, it's the one that gets stuck in her nose and makes her cunt clench around nothing. She wants nothing more than to get on her fours and present herself for you - this is how much power you have over her. 

“My rut-”

“Yes, I-”

“If you don't want to be here, I think I can hold off for 10 minutes and let you leave.” You growl and it only turns Abby on. 

So she does what she wants - she gets on her knees, her cunt right in front of your face, and arches her back. 

“Knot me, baby.” 

All your restraints break. You're rough and you make Abby take everything: if she is not cumming on your cock, she is cumming on your fingers as you fuck your cum back into her, or she is sitting on your face. Abby struggles to keep up with you, since she is not in heat, but she can't wait to take your knot, and she tells you as much. You growl and fuck her harder, feeling your release building up. Abby is so pretty under you, covered in marks, her tits red from your mouth. She spreads her legs and you pin her thighs by her sides, watching your cock disappear in her pretty little pussy. You finally push your knot into Abby and she whimpers, tries to adjust to your size, but you rub her clit and she clamps on you.

“Mine. My omega. My girl.” You growl loudly while Abby clenches around your knot, thrashing on the bed. It's too much pleasure and she knows you're far from done.

And Abby is right. You make her cum on your knot four other times, and only after she makes you cum again - which means she cums st least three times more - you give her a break. You're still sweet, but now it's possessive sweetness. You don't let her do anything, bathing and feeding her, but she is so exhausted she doesn't even notice. 

“I wanna nap.” Abby tells you when she is snuggled against your chest. It's a small break before you would get horny again. 

“You should. You did so well.” Abby giggles and nuzzles your neck. 

“Don't wait if you get horny again. It would be a nice way to wake up.”

“I fucking love you.”

“You better. You're my alpha. It's a requirement.”

“You call me your alpha again and you're not napping, babe. Go the fuck to sleep.” You kiss her forehead and Abby laughs.

Abby doesn't know if it's luck or destiny, but this time she is sure: you are the one for her.

(and she is right.)

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #omega!abby #written on a knee

[daddyricsdoll]

Friends? ✭ Ollie Bearman

Summary: You and Ollie were just friends, no matter how much your feelings grew or your need for his lips against yours. Well that was what you thought when you found someone else to put your mind to for the evening, but maybe not with Ollie's furrowed brows and glares.

Warnings: Unprotected sex

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: If only the things I write were true. Based off of this request. Please Enjoy!!

My hands clench around the handle of my suitcase as I walk out of the doors of the Abu Dhabi international airport. Expecting to be greeted by my Ollie, and I was right when my eyes made contact with his brown ones. A wide grin compliments his pigmented cheeks as we both make quick steps toward each other.

Simultaneously our arms wrap around the other for a refreshing and long awaited embrace. I had missed him, my dear friend I love too much that others claim it’s more than friendship. But he’s so oblivious that I’ve had to shut my feelings down, but every time he speaks a word to me or brushes against my skin, it lingers, and it’s not like I want it to stop.

I finally realise we still both hold each other before I suddenly let go and we pull away. He looks at me with that one smile everyone knows, but this one has a glint in his eyes that I know all too well, not from the times he’s looked at me but other girls that have run after him at races or passed him on the streets. I want to give in, I want to grab him, but then comes the reminder of him claiming we’re great friends, but who said friends can’t be more? Especially if we're already great together. 

Just seconds later it’s like I break out of this “trance” and I see that I’m seated in the backseat with Ollie next to me. We catch each other up on everything, what he did during his break when we weren’t together or my uneventful life without him.

I have to keep reminding myself that we can’t be more than what we already are, which brings me to my conclusion of finding a distraction, or something better than Ollie- if it exists. I hear his soothing voice again and then I make out the words he tells me. “There’s a party, well an event kind of thing tonight, all of the drivers will be there as well as a few other important people and I just wanted to see if you wanted to come?” It takes me a few moments to think of my answer, but I eventually nod and we both plan our arrival together. 

Four hours go by fast and the next thing me and Ollie sit next to each other in a taxi, going to the venue of the event. Ollie wears a simple black suit with a white dress shirt as I wear an elegant black dress that displays my curves but doesn’t expose too much skin, acknowledging the event and country. 

We walk in together, soon dispersing when he generates good conversation with someone. I decide to grab myself a drink in hopes it’ll grow my confidence to meet someone new. As I ask the bartender for a drink I hear my name being called by a familiar voice, it belongs to none other than Paul Aron.

Paul had always been so kind and welcoming, making nearly everyone fall head over heels for him, me included. When we first met, his charm didn’t fail with me, and I had dreamt of what his lips would feel like. But now I’ve grown to know him and realised his charm, is him. So I had lost some of my feelings but he still never falls short to make me blush. “Hey Paul” I give him a soft smile and we exchange a short but comfortable hug. “It has been so long, hasn’t it? I missed your face.” He states and we both chuckle.

“Likewise. I’m surprised you recognise me.” The light hearted joke leaves my mouth freely.

“Oh I could never forget you, you’re too good.” I couldn’t distinguish if that comment was platonic or meant more, so I give him a kind smile and hope I don’t give off the wrong sign. 

We carry on a relaxed conversation, frequently giggling and brushing hands. We both notice Ollie from across the room and when his eyes meet mine I give him my signature smile, before I watch his brows furrow as his eyes glance at my hand that sits millimetres away from Paul’s. He looks back up and Paul waves at him, in reply Ollie turns his head which encourages me to excuse myself and make my way to him.

He watches me as I get closer with each step, a questioning look on my face as I finally reach him. “What’s up?” I ask him softly and his reply of “nothing” forces me to grab his hand and drag him out of the room. I walk through the long hallway and find a door that hides a moonlight sunroom. I shut the door once both of our bodies stand under the stars and I stare at Ollie in silence, observing him. His deep eyes look into mine and a smirk curls on his lips. I tilt my head to the side and try to hide the smile that begs to curl on my lips. 

“Would you like to tell me what’s wrong?” 

“I already told you, nothing’s wrong.” He utters in his soft British accent. 

“Oh, ok then. Well if nothing’s wrong then I’ll just go back to Paul.”

“No” He says immediately, one of his calloused hands grabs my arm. “Why?”

“Because, I don’t want you to go with him.” A sigh leaves my mouth and I try to keep calm, but also not wave away the problem because of the way he looks at me with that face or when he takes a step closer so both of his hands can brush against my skin. 

“Why?” I ask him in a whisper, and he gives me the same answer, just like I had given him the same question. “Why do you think that you have control over who I talk to?”

“Because I know it’s not just going to be talking” He looks down at me and matches the sound of my voice. “Ok, maybe you’re right, but what’s so wrong with more than talking? Can’t I do what other people my age do? Or is it something with Paul?”

“No, there’s nothing wrong with Paul, but if you want to do “things that people your age do” don’t do it Paul.”

“Oh ok then, then tell me, who am I supposed to do it with Ollie?”

“You can’t possibly ask me this question like you seriously don’t know who would take care of you best and learn every part of you to make you satisfied. Did you notice what you do? Teasing me with those long hugs and short kisses on my cheek that you call “platonic” or whenever you cuddle me when we watch movies together and you’re the first person waiting for me when I finish a race. You can’t do all of that and then go after him. What has he done for you? What can he do? I bet he can’t touch you like I will, or if he kisses you. You know that I’m better, you would probably wish that it was me? Wouldn’t you?” 

His face inches closer to mine and hands slide around my waist. My breath becomes uneven but I don’t lose eye contact with him. “What makes you so sure of that?” I breathe out, barely audible. “Let me prove it to you, let me show you how good you’ll feel. You won’t think of Paul again.”

One of his hands grab the back of my neck and pull my head toward his, our lips colliding and they instantly mould against the other like they were destined for each other. My hands wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to me before and feeling his warmth along my whole body. I stand on my tippy toes and intertwine my hands together behind his neck.

Ollie grips the back of my thighs and pulls me up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. We broke the kiss so I could lay open mouthed kisses on his neck and my desire for him grew every second that his hips would grind against mine. His umber eyes glistened and I couldn’t tell if the stars I saw in them were a reflection from the sky or a display of his delicacy.

He was always a masterpiece to look at, pigmented cheeks, a light shade of my favourite roses, a smile worth more than the moon and eyes that make you feel so many emotions of love. And oh don’t get me started on every other part of him, his voice, the one that hugs me, makes me feel so giddy even my knees buckle and go weak. Before I felt his touch I only wanted it but now, oh it’s a need.

He puts me back on my feet just to lower me to the ground, my back makes contact with the cold floor, and my eyes make contact with the moon and the stars. His body hovers over mine and he plants kisses along my skin as he leisurely moves lower and lower. Oh the feeling of his lips that kiss my insecurities and heal my scars, I just wish I could get every nanometer engraved and memorised on my lips and body and mind. 

Ollie lifts my hips to pull the fabric of my dress up and then over my head. He places my body flat on the floor as he looks at me with parted lips and wonder melting in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful” He says in advance of his hands pulling my panties down and body inching closer and closer to mine. I watch him unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. 

“Ready to forget about Paul?” I was forming my response until he swiftly lifted my hips up and thrust into me. My breath immediately hitches and a short moan leaves my mouth as I grow comfortable to the stretch. His groan was like a melody to my ears, before he released a hushed curse and made another ram into me. Ollie readjusts my legs so they hang over his shoulders and he manages to get even deeper inside of me than before. My hips lightly grind against his, adding friction to my clit and whines emit from my mouth. 

“Tell me, would Paul do this to you? Fuck you under the stars?” His words brought me to surprise, but it was a surprise that I would happily get used to, as long as it was him. 

“N-no” I choke out my response as he drives in me at a consistent pace, fast and rough but tender and sensitive. His head lingers above mine until my hands tangle into his now tousled hair and pull him closer to me. Our lips fuse together in a powerful kiss, one where we share each other under the moonlight, finally. After months of pining and wishing to know what it feels like, I ultimately do, we both do. 

A moan releases from my mouth into his as the knot in my stomach becomes tighter and tighter, just waiting for the last motion to make it snap. “You gonna cum?” He mumbles against my lips and suddenly all words leave my vocabulary, but moans come out pretty easily. My head nods up and down eagerly and he snaps his hips the last few times just enough to make me release with a loud whine. Ollie’s thrusts become less consistent and I feel him spasm inside of me before his cum fills me. He rides both of our highs out before halting deep inside of me. Our breathing soon matches and his head lowers beside mine, just enough so he can whisper in my ear.

“Do you think Pau-” We both chuckle as I quickly cut him off.

“No. Only you Ollie, only you.”

#ollie bearman smut #ollie bearman x reader #oliver bearman #ollie bearman #ollie bearman fluff #ollie bearman x you #ollie bearman imagine #ollie bearman x y/n #f1 smut #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fluff #f1 fic #f2 smut #f2 #f2 fluff #f2 x reader #f2 imagine #f2 x you #f2 fanfic #formula 2 #abu dhabi gp 2023

[seishiroh]

— for whatever it's worth / nagi seishiro x reader. (ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?)

— light angst. happy ending. yukimiya kenyu as plot fodder (sorry.) friends to lovers. misunderstandings.

— part two of i dreamt you loved me. quick warning: i'm not exaggerating when i say i was braindead when i was writing this. it's bad but it's your problem now <3

you thought you were being honest with yourself when you said you’d be fine.

you understood, truly—that you would miss him more than you should, even when he's so close. you think, if you message him, he'd reply anyway; but all your messages remain unsent, kept hidden the way you think your feelings should’ve been kept.

it’s a frustrating thing, to remind yourself every day that you don’t need nagi no matter how much you miss him; to tell yourself you don’t miss the comfort of his presence, the warmth of his lips mumbling against the pulse on your neck, his calm voice keeping you earthed.

it’s not even supposed to be this way.

despite nagi approaching you that day, he doesn’t do it again. he’s across the room or running away from you the moment he notices you coming. while you keep pushing the distance, he keeps pulling.

you start wondering if you kept pushing, pushing, pushing–if you kept doing that, would you be too much of a bother already? if he was doing this much to avoid you, shouldn’t you just suck it up and walk away?

a week later, you don’t get any more time to decide. yukimiya is there, walking beside you as you enter your usual café, a charming smile on his lips.

“you go ahead and sit, i’ll order for us,” he offers, nodding towards the booth you always take.

you nod, “oh, my order, it’s—”

yukimiya arches an eyebrow, looking at you like you’re silly, “i got it, y/n.”

the feeling of your cheeks heating up is instantaneous. “well then,” you try again, taking your wallet out, “my payment.”

he keeps that expression, then he’s shaking his head. “i got it, y/n,” he stands his ground and you’re left to sigh, taking the defeat.

just as you take your seat, the door clings with the sound of someone entering. on instinct, you turn towards it only to feel your breath getting knocked out of you because nagi is there and he’s looking around the place like he’s searching for someone.

he keeps looking until meets your gaze (and maybe you still love him too much, because you could almost say for sure that his eyes brighten at the sight of you) and when he starts walking towards you, you think perhaps you’re having a fever dream.

“y/n.”

“nagi-kun,” you almost squeak, still surprised. nagi almost wants to wince, because you’ve only ever called him that when you were still unfamiliar with each other.

he reaches a hand towards his nape, a habit he does when he’s uncertain, “can i join you?”

you gape for a moment, confused, because there he is—the one you miss the most, the best friend you crave so badly—the one who left your feelings unanswered; yet you’re not even sure if you’re meant to say yes because yukimiya is there, walking towards you, stopping right beside nagi and placing your drinks on the table.

“oh,” you hear nagi, realizing you’re not alone.

yukimiya turns to him, his smile falters for only a split second you almost miss it, “ah, nagi-kun, yes?”

nagi only nods with tension brewing in the air, you kind of want to cry only because it feels as if you’ve found yourself at a shitshow of a situation. sighing, you smile apologetically at yukimiya. “come sit, yukki,” you hesitate before speaking again, “i think i should step out and talk to nagi for a moment though, is that okay?”

he nods despite the apprehensive look on his face. you stand, gesturing nagi towards the door.

when you’re outside, nagi is the first one to speak.

“we can just talk next time,” he offers, as if this wasn’t the first time in weeks that he’s even tried to talk to you.

he watches your lips curl into a frown, and he knows he’s said the wrong thing, “i just don’t wanna intrude in your… date?” he continues, sounding uncertain.

you laugh mirthlessly, “what do you mean, date?” you ask. you feel half hurt, half confused. you’re not sure why, but it feels like a punch to the gut that he’s telling you this as if he’s completely forgotten about your confession.

“oh, i just thought–he likes you, right? i thought you had something going on…”

“are you serious, sei? or have you forgotten?”

“forgotten what?”

your responding sigh let out is harsh, drawn out, and maybe if nagi had more empathy in him, he’d even hear the hurt, “that it’s you, sei. that i love you, and you’re–” your voice wavers, your initial sob is heavy, and nagi watches the way your face crumples, trying not to cry even though it’s futile, “you’re asking me if i like someone else when you know–”

“oh,” he trails off, his finger incessantly tapping at his thigh, a nervous tic.

“yeah, oh. i hate you and fuck you for that,” you tell him, except your voice is weak and there’s no real bite in your tone, “that’s fucked up, sei.”

“sorry,” he tells you, and he means it, no matter how much it seems he’s at a loss for words. he licks his lips before his mouth parts again, “i just mean,” he pauses, fumbling for the right words to say, “we’re friends first, before anything else, right? if you like him, you should give it a shot.”

you can’t help the exasperation when you react, tears free falling down the pavement beneath you, “is it that hard for you to acknowledge my feelings, sei?”

there’s nothing but the faint sound of the cafe inside and the hiccup of your sobs yet your heartbreak is deafening. right there, you realise it would hurt if he was around as much as it did when he wasn’t.

“just tell me this, nagi,” you exhale, trying to brave it, “why can’t it just be us?”

you don’t know how to feel when he answers you without thinking, like he knew this already. “i can’t reciprocate your feelings, y/n. i can’t be the boyfriend you want,” he tells you. it’s honest, as he always is, and it's a stalemate from there.

there’s a whimper of your hurt you try to bite back with your tongue before you nod one last time, “i should go back,” you tell him.

you’re walking away before he could say anything more.

it doesn't take long for you to realize that nagi is truly gone from you this time around.

while you try to move on, you tell yukimiya about your feelings, but he’s persistent, and he thinks it’ll be fine if it meant he even had a chance.

except it feels oddly empty sometimes, even when you find yourself in the affections of yukimiya. until february and march pass and you realize you're still willing nagi back, you grieved. your love, his absence, the futile attempt you'd made at untethering the red thread keeping you woven to him—you grieved it all.

the next month without him gone and you find yourself slipping away from yukimiya. you confess that you’ll probably love nagi for a long time and until then you couldn’t let him wait around for nothing.

soon enough, though, you find yourself hanging out with isagi at the cafe to catch up—something you could only usually do together since you can't find the will to join all three of them with nagi there.

this time, though, your heart wins.

“have you guys been hanging out with nagi lately?” you regret it as soon as you ask.

“you should just message him,” he replies, looking at you expectantly. but your reaction doesn’t fail him when you recoil at his suggestion.

“absolutely not, yoichi-kun,” you sigh. with a pout, you try again, “he’s free today, right? do you think he’d come here if you asked him to?”

he scratches at his cheek, “i can call him.”

it’s comical enough that he’s almost amused, the way your lips stretch to a wide grin as he slips his phone out to call nagi. but when the ringing stops and you hear nagi’s faint voice, you try not to pay attention to the phone call only because you don’t want to get your hopes up.

it’s quick, though. and isagi’s pausing to talk to you, “he’s asking if it’s fine with you, y/n?”

of course isagi tells him you’re there, but you nod anyway, because it sounds like he’s coming.

when nagi’s finally there, with bachira and reo with him, you don’t know why you’re so relieved; everything falls into place and the air is easy to breathe.

it’s late when everyone starts saying goodbye and you stay standing by the door of the cafe, wondering if everything is going to be okay from here.

“y/n,” nagi calls from beside you, “let’s walk back together.”

it’s not a question, but years of being friends with him tells you this is his way of letting you know he missed you. you chew at your lip, trying not to smile, because it feels like you have him back.

your smile wins with warmth filling your chest, “okay—yeah, i’d like that.”

he falls into step beside you, the silence is comfortable but there’s been so much left unsaid since you last saw him. you steal a quick glance, taking him in, you missed him so much that you’re not sure you should even bring it up anymore; like if it meant you’d have to eat your feelings just to keep him around, you would.

somehow, nagi senses your hesitation, taking the initiative to speak first, “it was really boring without you around.”

your heart skips a beat, treacherous, “really?” you reply, the smile evident in your voice.

he hums, “mm, didn’t have anyone to lean on when i sleep.”

“is that all i am to you?” you say lightly, laughing, but the words meant more than you intended and your laughter dies down. grimacing, you clear your throat, “sorry, i didn’t mean it like that.”

nagi only nods, his gaze intense as he looks at you. you continue, trying to ease the awkwardness, “i’m just glad we’re okay again, sei. and for what it’s worth, i probably don’t love you anymore.”

you try to save it with a lie, but your words hang between you like paperweight, and nagi's expression shifts slightly at your response.

he stops, urging you to look back at him. he takes a step towards you, so close you almost stumble back, hand reaching out to tilt your chin, just like that day when everything between you shifted. but then he speaks, his voice quiet and measured, "i do, though.”

it's a simple statement, but it carries a world of emotion with it, and you can see it etched on his face. he watches you when he says it, the gleam that appears in your eyes at his confession, "and i want you to feel the same again." his tone is confident, almost daring, something you can’t do anything about.

you can feel it, the depth of his desire, his insistence on everything he wanted; now it’s you, and you almost want to tell him you love him, still, that you never even stopped.

“but why are you telling me this?" your question is a whisper, hesitant. “you said you don’t want a relationship, sei…”

“i don’t think i mind if it’s with you.” the sincerity seeps through his voice even when he shrugs, his eyes are trained on your lips.

hope blooms within you and you think nagi can tell, because there’s a twitch of a smile on the corner of his lips.

he really wants to kiss you, but you’d probably be upset for real this time if he does, so he moves to press a kiss on your forehead instead before stepping away.

with your flustered expression though, you’d think he just kissed you and more.

it feels like home–nagi’s arms around you, the warmth of it, the comfort. it’s familiar but it feels so much more this time around.

"wanna hear something weird, sei?" you ask him softly, like you’re telling a secret.

nagi hums, his eyes closed. "what is it?" he asks, voice laced with sleep.

"when i missed you," you started, "i dreamt about you–i dreamt of you sitting in the kitchen telling me you couldn’t be bothered to eat, but that you really wanted me to cook for you.”

he opens his eyes, meeting your gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. “that’s how bad you missed me?”

you scrunch your face, not taking the bait, “no. maybe i was just hungry, sei.”

you feel nagi pull you closer, lips pressing to your shoulder blade, muttering against your skin, “i’m glad you’re here again, y/n.” and it sounds like i missed you then, too.

“me too, sei. i'm happy you're here.”

#nagi x reader #it is what it is guys #im closing my eyes n hitting post #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #nagi seishiro #:: nagi #:: thread of fate

[wordsinhaled]

if the walls were too thin, you would break right in

-

hob’s first thought when he finds out who his friend is turns out to be: why does dream of the endless look so bloody tired?

his second thought is: oh god, but i’ve dreamt about him.

hob purchases a new blanket for his flat that very week. he drapes it as casually as he can manage over the back of his couch, should dream ever decide to stop by and happen to fall asleep. it’s just thoughtful, isn’t it? never mind that morpheus has never put in an appearance at his flat before. you’re being presumptuous, hob gadling, he tells himself, even as he reads about the best lighting and environmental conditions to promote healthy sleep hygiene, and considers the practicality of switching out all the bulbs in his bedroom.

he does so much research on rest and relaxation that even his dreams start to take place in calmer settings—in five-star spas and tropical wellness retreats and infinitely-more-comfortable versions of his own bedroom. no matter that the real morpheus has never visited one of hob’s dreams, either. and certainly no matter that most of what goes on when hob does envision his own version of morpheus in such idyllic dreamscapes is decidedly far from any definition of rest, and he often wakes guilty and tangled in sweat-damp bedsheets the morning after.

hob is quite adept at convincing himself dream cannot possibly know about those dreams. for his sanity, he supposes.

then one night hob goes to sleep, and dream is there, the real one, in hob’s dream-bedroom, with the lamps turned down low and the essential oil diffuser humming quietly on the bedside table. except... this is a different room, hob realizes. the sheets on this bed are an indulgent sateen, dark and slightly shimmery, like a calm ocean on a moonless night. he thinks he smells the familiar sandalwood base note of his own cologne on the air, blending with something new... neroli, maybe, clean and a little bitter.

“hello, hob.”

dream sits on the edge of the bed, looking at him. there’s a knowledge in that look that reaches down even unto hob’s bones, and hob isn’t sure if the room is very warm, or if he’s just about to combust on the spot.

“fuck,” he says, eloquently.

dream arches one elegant eyebrow, gaze unwavering. “have you not dreamt of this?”

“well—” hob hedges. dares to venture a few steps further into the room. closer to the bed, to dream. “not of this, exactly.”

“i have borrowed nothing. i crafted this dream entirely myself, though i drew on a wish that i believed i sensed in you.” dream purses his lips. “to visit the dreams of a friend without invitation would be more than untoward,” he says, as though reminding hob of an obvious fact.

it seems to hob that he’s on the verge of stepping off of a cliff, a high tightrope, a gangplank. far below him lies terra incognita—treacherous rocks—an abyss—churning waves that will pull him under. the electrifying potential of dream’s full regard tempts him forward. to a fault, hob knows he’s never been able to resist plummeting toward it.

“and do you,” he swallows, his throat abruptly dry, “often conjure up dreams of... romantic bedchambers, then? for your friends?”  

“no,” dream says.  

the simplest of answers, and the exact one he’d been angling at with his question, yet hob still feels dumbstruck by it, his pulse loud and quick in his ears. is this real? no, his mind supplies helpfully, this is a dream.

in a dream, anything can happen.

but hob must stay silent a beat too long, or perhaps time moves differently here. in the space of the next second, dream rises from the bed, flowing to his feet with pantherine grace and coalescing into a long, dark shape at the footboard. “if i sensed wrong...”

is dream about to... how had he put it in 1889? take his leave of hob’s subconscious? hob doesn’t think he could possibly stand it now, here, with all that he longs for near enough to have at last, and without even the recourse of a damp london street to follow dream out to. or maybe the nightmare of those regret-steeped cobblestones lies eternally in wait for hob, just beyond the door of this liminal bedroom.

hob resolves, then and there, that he refuses to find out.

in the dreaming, it’s a matter of one particularly pointed thought for hob to find himself standing in front of dream, near enough to touch, and this time he does what he could never bring himself to do before: he reaches out, carefully, and takes dream’s clenched hands in his—hands as soft as hob has ever thought they might be.

“don’t go,” hob says. “or wouldn’t you like to know how right you were?”

for an eternity dream stares at him, unblinking. hob stares back for another one, determined to wait him out. it works: dream must see something in hob’s face that satisfies him, because he relaxes, by degrees. first his fists uncurl in hob’s grasp; then the taut line of his body unspools; finally, his features shed the last of their tension, and hob sees, once again, the same dream who had settled into the rickety chair across from his at the new inn and said, you may call me dream of the endless...

“i am all eagerness,” dream agrees, low and suddenly quite close, and startlingly earnest.

hob slants a smile at his maddening ancient friend, so long coveted that it’s all hob can do to breathe through the sweet ache of it. “i’d like to kiss you now,” hob says, “if you’d have me.”

“oh, hob gadling.” the way dream looks at him, the plain heat of it, catches in hob’s chest like a flame consuming kindling. “i would have you.”

the moment they kiss, hob thinks he sees, with startling clarity, why dream has been warning him off, all these centuries. hob understands the reason in his marrow, like some primordial truth: there can be no returning from this. no unknowing what dream’s mouth feels like pressed to his, scalding as a brand. no forgetting the single-mindedness of dream’s touch. it’s like hob’s universe shifts, tilts on some new axis, swims a little bit at the edges, and comes back into focus differently.

dream makes a small knowing sound before he draws back, leaving hob inexplicably bereft, as though a part of himself goes missing now whenever their lips don’t touch.

“god, you feel—” like a dream, hob almost says, and the thought makes him huff out a laugh, breathless in disbelief. dream’s eyes are blue no longer but dark, soft with a wash of mirthful stars, bursting with galaxies. fathomless. “—like nothing i could imagine.” and like everything.

“i might say the same of you,” dream murmurs. his voice vibrates through hob, thrums and settles down warm in hob’s belly. there is a flush high on dream’s cheeks, now—a flush, hob thinks with wonder, that he put there; a tell his friend lets him see. it makes dream look almost renewed. hob thinks of the new blanket draped over his couch, back in the waking world. pictures morpheus there in his living room, wrapped up in the blanket, sleep-tousled and well-kissed and lordly as ever.  

then the dreamscape begins to shiver and shudder, to splinter apart into indistinct motes and fragments. the bed, the walls, the floor all fall away into swathes of stardust, until the most solid thing left to hob’s eyes and in his arms is dream. hob tenses. “what’s happening?”

dream smiles, just barely. almost rueful. “you are waking.”

hob understands, then, another truth: it’s going to be a task to drag himself away from this to his black coffee, to his regular tuesday routine. life is always presenting him with new resplendent joys—but how is he to be parted from this one? morpheus twines his long fingers into hob’s hair, clasps the nape of hob’s neck in his cool palms like hob is something precious to him, like he can hold him here a moment longer.

maybe he can, hob’s king of dreams.

"dream,” hob says, willing the insistent tug of consciousness away with all the considerable obstinacy he possesses. “if i’m to wait another hundred years—”

and then hob is in his bed—his actual bed—blinking away the bright mid-morning sun filtering through the curtains, his next words sticking in his throat unspoken. hob turns his face into his pillow, utterly disoriented, and finds the faint scent of neroli lingering there like a gift. the sense-memory is instant, jolting through him, pinning him there in his sheets, relentless as dream himself.

kiss me again, he’d been about to say, a hundred times. a thousand.

#the sandman #dreamling #this is not showing in the tags so i'm trying to repost and see if it will appear -_-

[yaesnovels]

hello! i’d like to order a bouquet with red carnations with red wrapping paper with a yellow binding for thoma!

. hold me tight !

— thoma x fem reader, no pronouns, he calls you milady once, childhood best friends to lovers, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, i think that‘s all <;3

— 3.516 words

— a/n: really like how i paced this one. i hope you like it too <3

finally, the ship reached the harbor of the land of eternity - a place you had always dreamt of visiting. 

ever since the vision hunt decree and the sakoku decree had been lifted and it was possible to go back and forth between inazuma and the other nations, you were all giddy and excited to finally go. it just had taken a couple of days for the crux to prepare and finally leave. 

and it took another couple of days to reach land at the end. 

you were surprised you didn’t get seasick like you expected. it was a quite enjoyable journey and you were absolutely thrilled for the next journey that was expecting you, now that you officially moved to inazuma. 

as soon as you reached ritou, you were stopped by an officer, who checked whether you had the proper documentations before you entered the city. 

now, it was time to finally look for a certain blond-haired guy. 

well, maybe once you had a bite to eat. you were starving and your stomach let out a not so beautiful sound once you smelled the different and sweet scents of desserts and snacks coming from the shops. 

after your little snack time, you finally went ahead to the international trade association; beidou had told you that thoma was closely involved with kurisu and you were most likely to get a hint on your childhood best friend’s current whereabouts from there. 

“hello! i was wondering if you could help me out. uhm, my name is y/n, i’m from mondstadt and i was looking for thoma?”, you spoke up to the male, in attire that was familiar to you from fontaine, standing in front of the entrance to the trade association. 

“ah, yes, thoma! he was around here a couple of days ago, he must have returned to the kamisato estate. i’m afraid you just missed him”, presumably kurisu said. 

“isn’t the kamisato family one of the clans mainly involved with the tri-commissions?”, you questioned. what was thoma doing with them? 

“indeed, they are. thoma has been their helper for many years now, almost immediately being taken in by the family after the accident he and his late father went through. he also was helping us as the international trade association a lot. speaking of which, i haven’t introduced myself, my bad! i’m kurisu. if you have any troubles, i will do my best to help you during your visit!”, kurisu explained. 

“thank you very much! now, could you possibly tell me how i can reach the kamisato estate?”

it was a somewhat long trip all the way to the estate but once you had finally reached the building, you were amazed with the view the family had from the terrace. 

“what is you business at the yashiro commission?”, a guard spoke to you, startling you in your thoughts. 

“oh, uhm, hello! i was looking for thoma? i heard he has been working here?”, you asked, unsure how to talk to the person in front of you, somewhat intimidated by the massive sword attached to his belt. 

“yes, that is correct. one moment, let me get him for you”, the guard moved inside the estate and a couple of moments later, your best friend from all those years ago was standing in front of you. 

“y/n? what are you doing here?”, he exclaimed excitedly, in disbelief that you were now here, in the place he was now calling home. he rushed to you, hugging you tightly as he was overwhelmed with the happiness coursing through his body. it had been years since he last had seen you, that being the day he had bid his goodbyes to you before leaving mondstadt once and for all with his father. 

“i wanted to see you, idiot! you never wrote me or let me know you were still alive! and now that the decree was lifted, i immediately left for liyue to convince beidou to take me with her to inazuma. and now i just heard your father passed away? what happened?”, you were bombarding him with questions, still standing at the entrance of the estate. 

“hey, come in at first. you must be exhausted with the travels all the way from mondstadt”, he pulled you inside, having you sit down on the bench of the garden where he promised you he’d be back with some tea and a small meal and disappeared before you could stop him. 

while you were waiting for him to return, you walked around the estate, curious about the garden. 

“hello, miss. apologies for startling you. may i ask who you are?”, a gentle, soft voice coming from behind you. 

“oh, i am y/n! i’m a friend of thoma’s!”, you explained quickly. “i’m sorry for barging in like this!”

“ah, don’t worry about it. a friend of thoma’s is also a friend of mine! i’m kamisato ayaka, the youngest daughter of the kamisato clan. it’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n.”

“y/n! where did you disappear to– oh, hello milady! i see you two have already met. i hope it’s not an issue if my friend stays here with us for a night or two?”, thoma asked. ayaka shook her head as a no, smiling sweetly. 

“it’s no problem at all! just let ayato know once he returns from his meeting in the city and everything should be fine”, ayaka excused herself and went inside the estate, as thoma led you to the terrace where a hot tea and a dish was waiting for you. 

“thank you, thoma. i wasn’t sure where i was going to stay tonight. anyway! now, talk”, you playfully looked at him with a mad expression, making him laugh. 

“fine, milady, i’ll tell you everything”, he replied, before he started talking about his journey, the loss of his father and how he was all by himself for a couple of weeks until he was taken in by the kamisato clan.

“... and well, once i settled in, i promised my lord i would help out by working at the estate and handling some of his business for all the help he provided while i was getting used to the new place. i had no mora to afford a trip back to mondstadt, nor was i ready to go on the same trip that cost me my father. so i just stayed here. and i guess with all that crap happening i kind of forgot to send you a letter. i’m sorry”, you shook your head as a response.

“there is nothing you have to be sorry about, thoma. of course you won’t think of writing letters to your friend when you’re in grief about your father’s death. i’m so sorry for your loss. your father was a great person, someone i really liked as one of the older generation of mondstadt.”

“i got to terms with it. we both knew what a dangerous journey this would be so i guess that helped with the processing. i’m really glad you’re here now, though. how long do you plan on staying?”, he then asked. you shrugged. 

“well, i quit working at the angel’s share a couple weeks ago – the drunk guys were getting on my nerves – so i’m currently unemployed and open for anything. i don’t really have a timeframe of where i need to be back in mondstadt. not that i want to”, you murmured the last part, thoma almost didn’t get you, but since he was used to ayaka speaking quietly to herself often, he had somewhat adapted himself to pay attention more than he did before. 

“why not? i miss mondstadt”, he sighed. “but i don’t think i’ll be able to go anytime soon. though i would’ve loved to go for this year’s windblume festival.”

“you should‘ve been there! it was amazing”, you replied dreamily, wished for thoma being there as your date – also purposefully trying to distract him from your reasoning why you don’t want to return to mondstadt for now. “but mayhaps you can come for the next weinlesefest? it would be a perfect time to come back.”

“that sounds like a great idea! maybe i can convince milady to join too! my lord will most likely be too busy to come but miss ayaka will definitely be delighted to join!”, he replied happily, pulling you closer to himself. 

“woah, since when do you have that vision?”, you asked then, noticing the pyro vision attached to his belt. 

“i got it around ten years ago. it was around the times where the kamisato clan was at a very low point. i guess the gods got their attention on me for the loyalty i promised the clan. and ever since then, this little thing has been with me”, he grinned proudly. 

“i’m so happy for you”, you hugged him tightly, realizing how much you really had missed your best friend. it had been over ten years, since you last had seen him. and you were happy that nothing had changed between you two, that he was still his happy, cheerful self despite the many traumatic events he went through as a teenager. 

you chatted a little more, you gave him the bottle of dandelion wine that you had brought him as a gift, knowing that he was always dying to try some — considering he wasn’t of age back when he left mondstadt. 

finally, the exhaustion from your long journey crept up on you - you were almost falling asleep against his shoulder. he then showed you to the guest room, where you would be residing for a day or two, still unknown to you how visiting your best friend after years would affect your life. 

the day after your first night in the land of thunder kamisato ayato returned to his home. 

it had been a couple of weeks since he had left due to a mess caused in the tri-commission, especially after the shogun had called of the sakoku decree. therefore, your presence in the garden of the estate had surprised him a lot. 

a quick chat with thoma had cleared things up fast and ayato happily welcomed you to his home as their guest. thoma introduced you two to each other quickly before he resumed his work. 

“walk with me?”, ayato suggested, very interested in you and mondstadt – he heard so many nice things about the nation of freedom and wanted to hear some bits from you. he, obviously, could also ask thoma, but you had caught his attention. he wanted to chat with you, talk to you, listen to you tell him all about the latest festival in mondstadt, the windblume festival. 

“what is a windblume?”, he asked, curiously. 

“well, apparently, it isn’t a flower that really ever existed. according to the legends, it only existed in dreams centuries ago. yet, there are discussions about what flower it was, whether it was a dandelion, a windwheel aster or a sweet flower. every person in mondstadt has their own thoughts about it”, you explained. 

“and? what is your windblume then?”

“hmm… i don’t really know, to be honest. i never really gave it a thought. though, if i were to decide on the spot, i think i would say dandelions”, you replied, smiling. “it is said that a windblume was a floaty flower. apparently it was in the dreams of people back when mondstadt was still under decarabian’s tyrannic control. the windblume was a symbol of the freedom our archon barbatos was able to give our ancestors. a dandelion is also a symbol of freedom, in my opinion. after all, the very first dandelion knight, vennessa, was how mondstadt was saved by the aristocrats.” 

“that makes sense. i like that”, ayato replied, leading you to the seats in the entrance of the estate. 

“so, tell me something about inazuma! i was always curious about your traditions and customs!”, you then suggested. 

you both were deeply focused in your conversations, a giggle here and there coming from you, as thoma was watching his first and only love in front of his lord, happy and looking at him with those shimmering, beautiful eyes. 

he ignored the pain in his chest as he was continuing his work. 

once thoma was done with his duties and ayato had to rush out of the estate once again for another issue in the tri-commission, you and thoma got together to chat some more. 

“i see you and ayato got along quite well, huh?”, thoma asked, trying his best not to sound jealous at all. though the forced tone was easily noticed by you. 

“is that a problem? you asked, confused. 

“no, not at all. why would it be a problem?”, he replied with another question – a habit of his when he got nervous. 

“come on, don’t lie to me. i know you better than anyone, remember? is there something bothering you?”, you asked, concerned. 

thoma sighed. 

“i guess, i should be able to talk about it, considering it has been years”, he gave in, sitting straight in front of you, gaze serious. 

“i am in love with you.” 

you stared at him. 

“... what?”

“you heard me. i am in love with you.” 

it took you a couple of moments to process what he just said. 

thoma did not expect you to wrap your arms around him, with how sudden he came forward with this confession. it was no surprise to him that you were frozen in your seat. that you were completely overwhelmed with how to feel. but it did sting when you got up so suddenly and excused yourself hurriedly, saying you need some time to think. 

“hey, slow down”, ayaka stopped you as you almost bumped into her, rushing inside the estate, just wanting to be alone for a moment. “what happened?”

“i… just need to be alone. please”, you asked her, to which she nodded and let you go to the guest room. shortly after she saw thoma enter, shoulders slumped in disappointment and ayaka then understood what happened. 

about two hours later thoma simply couldn’t stop himself from checking up on you. so, he knocked on your room’s door, hoping you won’t send him away. he was already pacing back and forth in the estate simply because he was so scared that he just ruined an almost fifteen years long friendship that even lasted over ten years of no contact. you had always been on his mind, never leaving his thoughts for a moment. everything he did reminded him of you.

and now he most likely ruined that. 

“can i come in?”, he asked hesitantly. once you replied with a ‘yes’, he entered the room, seeing you cuddled up in the blankets. “i am so, so sorry, y/n. i shouldn’t have bombarded you with this so suddenly, especially since we only saw each other for the first time in years.” 

“it’s okay. i was just overwhelmed with my emotions for a moment. that’s why i had to leave”, you replied. he sat down next to you, taking your hand into his. 

“i did mean it, though. i was always in love with you, y/n. you haven’t left my mind for a single moment. i just never wrote because i was too scared that you would simply not reply and i would remain here heartbroken. i couldn’t handle that. and then i saw you all excited and happy with ayato today and i was just so insanely jealous, i can’t even explain it. yes, i was jealous. i just wanted you to look at me the way you looked at him.”

before he was able to continue, you pulled him in closer to kiss him. 

thoma was so confused for a moment that he simply didn’t do anything. once he realized what was going on, he kissed you back, somewhat in desperation, thumb softly caressing your cheek. 

you were tired of talking. 

it wasn’t that you didn’t feel anything for him – you did. that was primarily the reason you had decided to go to inazuma. because you wanted to find him and finally get things straight with your feelings. the lifting of the sakoku decree was only a perfect timing because you were intending to just sneak into the country. you just needed to get this straight. 

“i love you”, you mumbled against his lips, pulling him in more to avoid him talking more. 

thoma could swear he was on cloud seven the moment he heard those sweet three words coming out of your mouth. 

thoma had been dreaming of this moment more than he would admit to. he had dreamt a lot of being on top of your beautiful body, having you close your eyes in bliss, smiling contently with how good he makes you feel. and he was planning on catching up on those past ten years he spent apart from you. 

the moment he had your pants pulled down to your ankles, he buried his head between your legs, licking up a stripe up to your clit. “mhm, you taste so good”, he groaned against your pussy, unable to hold back from eating you out anymore. he just had to make you come just by his tongue but he was too desperate to feel you around him. 

how was he so good at this? how was he already able to tell your weaknesses? 

the moment he slid a finger inside, he had you whimpering in pure desperation, hands on his nape, tugging on the little strands of hair there. “i won’t ever get enough of how good you taste, sweetheart. but i swear if i don’t feel you around my cock anytime soon, i’m probably going to explode. i promise i’m going to make you come on my tongue so many more times after this. until you beg me to stop.”

he pulled off before he went back on top of your body, you were desperately tugging on his clothes to pull them off. thoma was giving you soft pecks to distract you from the initial pain coming from the stretch of him slowly burying his cock inside. not wanting to hurt you, he was only slowly thrusting in an out of you, the moans you let out were a delight for him to listen to. 

“are you feeling good?”, he mumbled against your neck, leaving soft kisses over the sensitive skin, whining at how good you felt clenching around him. you nodded, brain too hazy to form proper sentences. your legs were wrapped around his waist, holding him so close against your body as he was setting up a proper rhythm, slowly increasing the pace and he was fucking into you, almost hungrily. 

the amount of care he was still putting into his thrusts, being as careful as possible not to hurt you had you overwhelmed, in tears. they were just running down your cheeks. 

they had thoma scared for a moment that he did indeed hurt you, stopping in his movements, still buried deep inside you. 

“are you okay?”, he asked worriedly, wiping off the tears from your cheeks. 

“yes, i’m fine. i just… love you so much”, you sniffled, “you just make me feel things i never knew were possible.” 

thoma couldn’t possibly describe the relief he felt once you confirmed that you were indeed okay. he picked up his pace again, this time making sure he was hitting all the right spots, slow, but somewhat rough thrusts that had you arching your back. 

he made you see stars so quickly, you had never imagined feeling this good was even possible. the afterglow of you feeling like you were in a whole other universe had you shaking. 

“so good for me, love, look how good you came for me”, thoma groaned, unable to keep himself back from painting your walls white, coming so nice and deep inside of you. “all mine, all mine, just mine.” 

he was repeating those words like a mantra, hips still bucking inside of you, cock twitching like crazy. once he pulled out, he couldn’t help but watch his cum drip out of your hole. thoma already wanted more but he didn’t want to overwhelm you more than you already were. 

he got out of the bed with shaky legs, the ecstasy from the moment of release still coursing through his veins, grabbing a towel to clean you up and pulling you in closer to his body once he laid down next to you. 

“shh, everything is fine. you’re okay. it’s just me, baby. it’s always going to be me. until you don’t want me to”, he whispered into your ear, hands softly caressing your body while he was peppering kisses down your neck. 

“i love you”, he mumbled again, unable to stop saying those three magical words to you, after being forced to keep quiet for years. 

“i love you, too”, you smiled contently, cuddling against him as your eyes closed shut and you fell asleep shortly after. 

#. flowers for : thoma ! #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact thoma #genshin thoma #thoma #thoma smut #thoma fanfiction #thoma x you #thoma x reader #genhsin x you #genshin x reader

[mikeyss1ut]

Here’s something for my baby bells<3

This is part one , of the new series don’t know how many parts yet, the whole story line is based of @kierancaz post they posted! I wrote this first part so fast as soon as I saw this prompt, because as a writer for is known for writing for girls who are underrated. I understand the assignment.

Every year, summer rolled around. And every year you would count down the days. Every year, around June when school ended you and Belly’s family headed to cousins. You see, laurel, Steven, and belly basically were your family. Your family was always out of town for her, or traveling. So you pretty much stayed with Belly, all the time. Your best friend. You had your own room in there house, because like I said, you basically lived there. You went back to your house when your family was around, which was pretty much never. Which meant you also tagged around for the summer too.

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(YOUR POV)

I loved the house, the people. I loved one person - in particular. Jeremiah fisher. Everyone knew, everyone knew that Conrad was Belly’s and Jeremiah was mine. If only he’d like me, I dreamt of it, wished for it. That maybe one day when I went back to the house he would suddenly love me the way I loved him: that was this summer.

As soon as I got out of the car, Jeremiah looked at me, different. Like he saw a rainbow, it even made me look around, maybe thinking he saw something, jaw dropping, stunning. But I couldn’t find anything that was drop dead gorgeous.

I just saw me, he was looking at me like that? No. No. No way, oh my god. Maybe, maybe this was my summer maybe-

“Hey, bells!” He said, and that’s when I realized belly was behind me getting out of the car from the back seat. Oh, that’s what he was looking at. Her. Of course, she was gorgeous.

They hugged and he didn’t even see me. I was practically, invisible. Non- existent. I wanted to yell, get away he’s mine. But it wasn’t Belly’s fault, she was really so beautiful. Most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, I loved her too. But I still wanted Jeremiah to look at me like that.

Conrad saw me, not in a love way just a sister type way, just like he always did. And I didn’t mind, because like I said. Belly was Conrad’s and Jeremiah was mine.

“Hey, y/n, how’s your summer so far?” He said, standing next to me, after he gave me a hug. But I was barley listening, to busy burning a hole in the pair that walked into the house. He didn’t even look at me, or say hi. It was moments like these that made me wonder why I even liked him. He clearly didn’t like me.

Conrad saw it too. “Hey, come on. He’s not worth it really. There’s better guys. Jeremiahs not your guy, though.” He said

I sighed “I just- why can’t she- I mean he look at me like that?” I said

“Because he’s stupid, Belly’s never showed love for him like that, you always have. One day he’ll see that.” He said , beginning to walk off. I then walked in as well.

Susannah appeared, yes. She would always make me feel better, just her. Existing, her smile. Her look is a cure for me.

“My girls!” Susannah said, hugging me and Belly. And when she pulled apart she said “oh look at you!” To both of us, using one of her hands on me and one on Belly to rub our cheeks as she looked back and forth between us. Before showing Steven some love.

And then I saw him, Jeremiah. But still he didn’t see me, if he didn’t see me, I’d make him.

“Hey!” I said to Jeremiah only finally grabbing his attention to me.

“Oh my god, our little baby, y/ns all grown up!” He said pulling me into a hug, but my heat sinked. Little baby? Like a little sister that’s what he saw me as? And when he pulled away he didn’t try to start anymore conversation.

I think that, right then. Was when I knew, my love for him died. Because he never saw me that way, and never would.

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(BELLYS POV)

When I got up to my room, I saw junior mint, the stuffed animal y/n got for me. I loved that stuffed animal, almost as much as I loved her. It reminded me of her, y/n. My best friend.

Jeremiah suddenly came in, and it scared me so bad I jumped back.

He laughed “scare ya?” He said

“Nope, just surprised” I giggled “remember when y/n won me this?” I said

He answered “oh yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to come to the beach with me?” He said

“Oh yeah sure! I’ll be done in a minute. Hey, why don’t you ask if y/n wants to come?” I said his face had a slight change.

“Oh yeah sure.” He laughed.

“Ok, I’m gonna get ready, meet me there in 5? “ I said, he replied “of course” with his biggest smile ever.

When I met him down there, we swam for an hour, and then talked, and when we came back from the beach the sun already began setting. And I crashed not long after.

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(YOUR POV)

It has been a week, since summer started, well actually about two but summer didn’t really start until I was here anyways.

And Jeremiah and Belly spent every second upon second together, and then what I knew would eventually happened, happened. Jeremiah had kissed Belly. And she told me first.

“And then… he kissed me.” She said, and when she said it. I was jealous and for once in my life not of Belly, but of Jeremiah. He kissed Belly, and I didn’t know it at the time but I wanted to kiss her too, I was just in denial. My whole life I was. I thought it always way Jeremiah, but I think truly it was always , Belly.

#belly conklin x reader #belly #belly conklin #tsitp #tsitp belly #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty series #wlw #ship #Spotify

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Made for Him VIII

Warnings: this fic includes dark content including rape/noncon, blood and gore, violence, death, grief, and other potential triggering elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Peter finds himself alone after the loss of those around him, so he decides to find a cure to his grief.

Characters: Peter Parker

Note: I’m posting this just cause I can.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.

Love you all like Garfield loves lasagna. Take care. 💖

The Creator

She's been quiet. He can't pretend not to know why. He was impatient, thoughtless. But the thought of what he did still made him twitch. He slept and dreamt of doing it again, of doing more, and even in his waking hours, he slipped away into the fantasy.

That morning she ate eggs with jam, silent as she chewed and stared at the table. She would stop and put down her fork, eyes wide, and slowly touch her cheeks. She would feel around then go back to her breakfast. It was only after the third time he realised she was searching for tears.

She was almost inconsolable the night he lost control. He tried to comfort her but she hid in the corner and rocked as her face streaked wetly. He left her in exasperation as she poked her fingers in and out of her mouth, making herself almost sick.

He told her all about it. Explained everything. He didn't understand why she didn't understand. It agitated him because she could learn her letters and numbers well enough but she couldn't learn to love him? To want him?

No, she did. He made her that way. He made her for him and no one else.

He broke away from the doorway where he leaned and watched her. She scraped clean her plate and looked up at him. She smiled but it wavered perilously as she set down her fork.

"Peter," she said in that way she did, a question and statement at once.

"All done?" He asked, keeping his tone light.

"Done," she announced and curled her fingers to her palms before hiding them under the table. She almost bounced in her chair as her eyes flitted back and forth but never fell upon him, "good."

He took her plate and retreated. Fuck. He went too fast. He knew it but he just hadn't been able to stop himself. He needed to do something. Something nice.

"I was thinking," he spoke above the buzz of the faucet as he rinsed her plate, "we could go back to the beach."

"Beach?" She echoed, "oh! Yes!" He looked at her as she clapped on the table in excitement, "beach for real?"

"Yes, really," he assured her as he dried his hands, "and we can maybe go in the water. I have a bathing suit for you–"

"Water?" Her eyes rounded and her fingers twiddled anxiously, "water is big and… deep."

"I'll go with you. Don't worry."

"Worry," she nodded as she tasted the word, "I worry. A lot."

"About the water?" 

She paused. She stared at him and he nearly winced as her eyes narrowed in thought, "yes."

It was a lie. He saw right through it. He fought the frown tugging at his lips and shrugged.

"Just say close," he ignored the thought in the back of his mind, the one that made his chest compress and burn, "I'll take care of you."

"Close," she said softly and lowered her gaze to the table, "yes."

The Creation 

You stood in the sand staring out at the lapping foam, listening to noise of gargantuan waves rolling out before the next rose. The sun reflected in the surface, rippling in streaks of gold and silver and swirling into the depths. 

You hugged yourself as the water got close to your toes and you stepped back before it could touch you. As if bitten, you stumbled and squealed. Peter chuckled and caught your arm, gentle but firm enough to stop you.

"It's okay," he coaxed, "it's like… a big bath. You like baths."

You thought and looked again to the depths, the great unknown vastness, and the endless distance where it touched the sky. You weren't a fan of baths, they were neither hot nor cold, and Peter didn't like it when you splashed him or made too much bubbles.

"Precious, please," he dropped his hand to yours and tapped your palm with his fingers, "I'll hang on tight."

You pressed your lips tight and let him twine his fingers with yours. A crawling sensation scuttled over your skin and you wanted desperately to swat him away. When he touched you, you thought of that night and the strange thing he did. The way he did not hear your horror for his pleasure, the salty flow that expelled at the end and stained your mouth. The way your tears singed your skin, a heat you could feel spilling from within.

"Precious?" He asked again and tugged on your arm.

"Tight," you squeezed his hand as shiver ran through you, like when he was in your mouth.

He urged you forward and you dragged your feet in the sand, the grains scattering away and shifting to wet silt. The water licked at your feet and you yiped but told yourself to continue on. Get it over with, make him happy, and you can run back to the beach. To the safety of the sun and sand.

You went further, the weight of the water slowing you, pushing against your strength. Your calves, knees, thighs, and the edge of the tiny flowered bottoms you wore. 

A sudden lurch of water shoved you one way  then the other, and you latched onto Peter's arm as your feet slipped on the slick sea floor. You cried out and turned to him, hugging him as he stood unaffected by the sway. You felt like crying again, of wailing and running back to shore.

"Precious," he pet your head, "I got you, please."

You quivered as another bulging wave crashed into you, pushing you against him so he shifted just slightly. He hugged you closer and laughed, “see, it’s alright.”

“I don’t like it, Peter,” you whimpered, “please–”

“Come on, let’s have some fun!” He put you at arm’s length, “we won’t go any further, okay?”

“Hmm, yes,” you frowned and he let you go hesitantly. You planted your feet and leaned back against the wall of water as it sent foam over your shoulder, “I stay. For you.”

He smiled and stirred his hands in the water, drawing your eyes down. As you looked, he turned his hands up and threw up a splash, soaking you with the swipe of his arm. You sputtered and teetered, mouth open in surprise.

“Peter!” You touched your cheeks, “what doing?”

“Fun,” he said and sprayed more water as he brought his hands up again.

“No!” You dipped your hands under and heaved an armload in his direction.

Water fell over him, droplets beading in his red curls and dripping down his face, sparkling over his pales skin. You giggled in amusement as he acted offended and returned another cascade of water in your direction. You splashed him again and a storm of water rose between you, lashing around carelessly as you forgot your fear.

Before you knew it, you were slaked with water, the salt made your lips and skin feel brittle. You slipped as you tried to dodge Peter's next spray and ambled around him awkwardly. It was never like this but you liked it. Careless, free, no worry for learning or thinking, just playing and laughing.

You gasped as a flash of water fell over you as a wave crested into your back. Frightened, you shouldered past Peter. Your legs moved slow through the sea and towards the sand, out of breath as you pumped your arms and fought through the resistance. You heard him behind you, felt his fingertips brush your back. 

Your feet hammered onto the sand and you ran for the blanket spread with a basket and his disposed book. He was close as you got to the hem and he crashed into you from behind. You flew forward and exclaimed as he landed atop you. You wiggled and roll over as he lifted himself slightly over you. 

You touched his chest as he chuckled and you felt the rumble within. He sighed as he settled and caught his breath, your own coming easier as you laid beneath him. He shifted onto his elbow, leaning against you as he framed your chin.

"Fun?" He asked.

"Yes," you trilled as you pushed on him, "very fun. You fun!"

He caressed your check with his fingertips as his breathing slowed but his heart pounded under your palm. His throat bobbed as he looked down at you and you tried to peer past him. His hand trailed down to your neck and he toyed with the strap of your top. Your own chest fluttered and beat frantically. 

"You're so beautiful, precious," he cooed, "do you know that?"

Your hand brushed up to grip his shoulder. You felt as if you were trapped under a blanket, the air thick as it caught in your lungs. He dipped his head and you were helpless to his affection. He kissed you, gently at first, and you let him, but it wasn't like that time before. The first time that made you want to sing.

His touch trailed down your arm and traced the curve of your chest. He lingered on the rise of flesh, of the curves of your body, exploring carefully the criss cross of scars. You squirmed as the reminder of your marred complexion jabbed in your skull and pricked your eyes. You didn't feel beautiful against his unscathed skin.

His tongue delved past your lips and you murmured around it. He clutched your side as his stomach settled against yours, his knee pushed between your legs, his heat cocooning you in another layer of futility.

He wandered to your hips, tickling your skin as he hummed. You stiffened as his thumb poked under the top of your bottoms and he rolled his pelvis, grinding against your crotch. You gasped into his mouth and caught his wrist.

He slipped free easily as he edged further beneath the fabric. You twitched and grabbed  his forearm. He wrestled with you and his hand grazed your soft patch of hair. You bit down in a panic as your mind returned to the bedroom, to your knees against the hard floor, and the way your head throbbed from your strained breaths.

He yelped and pushed off you, sitting back on his heels as he felt his mouth. His brow furrowed and his forehead wrinkled.

"What the–" he lisped and you pulled yourself back with your elbows as you dug your heels in. You backed away from him and flipped onto your stomach.

"Sorry," you whispered, "sorry," you repeated louder as you climbed to your feet and staggered away, "no, sorry! No, can't!"

You ran up the beach, tripping in the sand as you scrambled away. You didn't look back as you raced up the trail and followed the incline up to where you saw the house and the great tall tree behind it. 

You refused to peek back as you heard him coming for you, as his anger laced his shout, "precious, get back here."

You whimpered and huffed up the steps to the door and burst through the door. 

"Listen to me!" He snarled as he came in behind you, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulled you back, "precious! You hurt me."

He spun you and slammed your back to the wall as he held your shoulders. You cried out as you batted your lashes and tears spilled out. You swallowed and apologised again, your mouth dry and throat tight.

"Sorry, Pet–"

"Stop crying," he sneered, "stop it! You have no reason to cry. Why are you crying?"

"I don't know… can't stop." You squeaked as he gripped your jaw, "Peter… scared!"

"Scared? Of what?" He spat.

Your eyes rounded as you braced the wall, "Peter! I scared… of… Peter!"

His dark eyes narrowed as he growled, "scared of me? Of me?" His voice rose with each word, "I give you everything and all I ask for is your love. Don't you love me?"

You stared at him, shaking as his grasp hurt your jaw. You sniffled and rested your hand on his wrist, "I love Peter. Big love. But… what do not love. What do is… pain."

His gaze darkened and his hand fell to your throat, "you don't know what pain is," he uttered as he leaned in until his nose touched yours, "you don't know because I–" he stopped himself and snorted, "you will never know pain but you cannot deny me love. I won't let you." 

"Peter, please," you gulped.

"Please?" He scoffed, "please? Precious, you're hurting me. Don't you understand?"

You shook. You didn't understand but you wanted to. You didn't want to hurt him. You wanted to make him happy.

"Sorry, very sorry, how… how make better?" You quavered.

He watched you and his eyes drifted down to his hand as he dragged it to your chest. His lashes flicked back up as he stared at you. His tongue peeked out between his lips, "you have to learn," he said, "I'll show you how."

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[ladythornofrivia]

bane in my bones

Pair: Toji x Reader

Warnings: Mature Content, Inappropriate Moments and Adult Language. (if you’re under 18, you can’t read this). Spice. (Spice is nice 😏😎😉)

Author’s Note: I’m sorry for taking so long. It’s been a mess. I’ve been playing Resident Evil 4 Remake, and it’s my third time playing the game, I’m still addicted to it. Enjoy this chapter.🥹

(Please report if someone decides to steal/plagiarize my story. And notify me. Thank you.)

chapter one

road to hot hell

“Class hasn’t started, (y/n),” your fellow college classmate said to you. “And you’re studying.”

“That’s what college is for, doofus,” you said.

“Ugh, harsh words,” she said. “Classes haven’t started and you’re already cranky.”

“Well, what can I say, I love being cranky in the mornings. I should’ve taken classes at night. The only problem is, once it’s nighttime, either I’m sleeping in or being awake until the next day.”

While your fellow energetic classmate is talkative with vigor tone, you, on the other hand, is ready to go to sleep at any minute from every noise, even her loud talking. The class you took was unexpectedly large—filled with not ten, but twenty extra ladies, and less men, around eleven count, flooding into the empty seats.

All energetic as your fellow college classmate. This year, you wanted to major English. You dreamt of going to Europe one day. You hoped that English class will set a solid guide for you to speak a foreign language fluently. Moreover, having literature lessons and annotations and notes.

More knowledge means more dignified and independence and confidence individual.

“Here,” your fellow classmate said, handing you coffee—caramel fudge flavor with swirled whip cream and cinnamon-powdered sprinkles.

A faint scent of cinnamon rushed through your numbing nose.

“Thanks,” you said.

“Yeah, that was supposed to be my second cup, because I was up all night yesterday, because some people are being rowdy as fuck in the dorms while I was studying and annotating the stuff regarding to the lesson this professor taught—more like scolded. Have you done it?”

“Done what?”

Her eyes squinted. “The assignment?”

“Oh—uh, I was working late last night. You know, money does go into the wallet by itself.”

“That’s too bad,” she said. “But I heard that sometimes the professor forgets the assignment—that’s the best part.”

“Unless someone reminds her.”

With a certain sharp gaze, she said, “Who said that the professor is a she?”

“So it isn’t a girl?”

“No,” she said, turning her head over shoulder as she pointed towards the girls. “See those girls over there? Ones who are wearing annoying sticky lip gloss and those fake nails?”

“What about them?” you said, not looking, though knowing who she’s referring to.

“They’re here for a particular reason, (y/n),” she said. “To top if off, they aren’t here for an English lecture.”

“Gee,” is all you said, yawning. “I don’t care what they do and how they do with their lives. If they like to mess around, that’s not my issue. I’m not the police patrol.”

“While yes, we shouldn’t give a crap about them, maybe, pay attention closely to who I was referring to at the moment.”

At once, you shut the book of the college assignment. “Alright. Who are you talking about?”

Her finger lay atop of her lips, giving you a signal to lower your voice down.

“Those girls may act innocent and shit, but I’ve seen those people, and you haven’t.”

“Get straight to the point,” you said.

“Fine. They’re here for the professor.”

“So, is this teacher the best at giving the girls education.”

“That’s not it, (y/n). Rumor has it that this professor in English literature class isn’t the only thing he’s good at.”

“Then what’s he good at?”

The class boomed from the other side—the door came with a huge bang.

The group of girls talking at the very top of classroom stadium, and stalked back into their seats, where they could still gossip the drama and love lives.

Once the doors have been shut, heavy footsteps sank each time he walk. His hand clenched on a leathered folder, as his long legs strolled to the podium.

Behind you, you hear awes and ooohs, filled with fancy adoration and girlish giggles.

Furrowing your brows, you eyes studied him. Tall and grumpy.

Looks like someone’s having a bad day, too. Hooray for being cranky.

You sipped some sweetened coffee as you kept examining his features. Dark glossy hair, grey eyes, and his suit is professional. Almost.

He looked a bit messed up in the morning—probably in a rush.

His one button was a dead giveaway.

What could be the cause of that?

“Oh god, I saw the glimpse of his chest,” one girl behind you said.

“Yeah, I did the deed this morning just to get a good grade. But boy that man is fucking gorgeous in bed.”

Figures.

You didn’t pay much attention because while the professor is doing a lecture, you were studying for another class session. A bad idea. But, your way is important. At least for now.

“Miss (L/n),” his voice hardened.

A hand slapped you on the back, which ultimately made you jump and grouched at the person beside you before looking at the professor with close inspection.

His black mane frame his face, looking youngish as if he’s in the mid-twenties, but his tall and beefy stature underneath his suit made it all more manly and sophisticated, but sophistication wasn’t his nature. You figure he’s rather a casual-looking guy looking awkwardly trying to fit in with the professors in college. Rules are rules. Maintaining professionalism through appearance is important. If he’s wearing jeans at work, people would think he’s an unsuccessful guy.

But no one paid mind.

After all, according to the scar on his cornered lip, and his narrow eyes and fit body and deep voice, he’s the chick magnet.

“Are you paying attention to the question?”

Your mouth opened, then closed, given no proper answer to his grouchy mood.

“Does anyone know the answer?” The professor asked.

The girls behind you raised their hands, as one of the girls said, “Can’t believe that bitch is acting so stupid to the professor. Studying another subject while he’s teaching. Unbelievable.”

“Right? She should be ashamed of herself.”

“What a narcissist.”

You ignored their biased comments and went back to studying.

Lecture went on as the professor said, “the assignment is due until next week. In the meantime, use your time wisely on doing research and find more sources before typing an essay.”

The class dispersed and exited. Everyone was fast at going to an exit, discounting the countless admirers the professor has, you are packing it in a meticulous way—mainly because your eyes are glued to the page you were trying to study for the next class’s pop quiz.

The girls cooing and praising the professor.

What’s so special about him other than having a GQ model appearance?

You thought of calling the professor “Him” instead of his surname; you didn’t know what his surname is.

By the time you reached at the exit, you shortly looked back at him, where the girls bombarded him with multiple questions and conversations all at once.

Thank god this class hour is over.

And so you left.

🔥🔥🔥

“How did it go?” your friend asked.

You shut the door. “My love life or my college life?”

“Come on, you know what I mean.”

You shrugged. “I’m doing just fine.” Then you perched over the dining chair with a sloppy form.

“Tiring, huh?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t find a job for this week because I have to make an assignment for this stupid professor.”

“Professor?”

“You know, the one where the ladies are talking about.”

“The only ones I know is that either everyone loves Leonardo DiCaprio, or one of those new actors in this new film, or in a Korean drama.”

Sighing, your palm smacked over to the center of your face. “I was talking about the English lecture I have today. Mr. Uppity gets all mean when I wasn’t paying attention to him.”

“Do you recall his name?”

You waved it off. “Nah. Too busy studying for my own sake…my future.”

Your friend set the bowl full of soup in front of you. “Good thing you’re home now.”

“Yeah.”

Your friend beckoned. “Speaking of home, there’s someone who likes to see you.”

You turned and you saw your six-year old boy with a dark, long manes and grey eyes. “Mom!”

You rose from the seat in swift motion and ran towards him. “Daichi!” You hoisted your son in the air and gravitated him towards near you, pecking his black locks with your numerous kisses.

“How’s your day, my little boy?” Your hand scuffed his hair locks.

The boy’s lashes fluttered and his grey eyes twinkled with wonder. “I got candy from my teacher today. I behave, just like you said.”

“Good job!” You ruffled his hair. “I think we should go out and get some fast food. What do you say?”

The boy wiggled in your arms. “Awesome! Come on, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”

Giggling, you said, “Easy, there! We’ll go right away!”

Your friend smiled at the sight of you and your son.

“Let’s bring Auntie Emi with us.”

You looked at your friend.

“I’ll drive,” Emi said, grinning. “Only if he tells us.” Emi proceeded to tickle Daichi, making him wiggle harder than the first.

“After that, we’ll help you with the homework, okay? Your mom has to study and do assignments for the upcoming lecture.”

Daichi nodded, eyes still twinkling. “Okay!”

With an unexpected life comes with a blessing. The only problem is, without a stable finance, you’re set to a dooming failure.

🔥🔥🔥

At the fast food restaurant, you ordered the food for Daichi, and Emi’s food set on a large plate, she offered to share with you, though you spent your share pf money for your appetite. Although it’s vaguely small, but doable since you’re hungry since this morning, only drinking nothing but sweetened coffee.

“You okay there?” Emi asked.

“I’m fine, it’s just…having a rough time,” you replied. “If only there’s something I could do to make my son happier.”

“He’s already happy,” Emi objected.

“Yes, but the problem is…something has been missing in his life. I wish I could take it away and make it all better for him.”

Emi placed her hand atop of yours. “I’m sure things will work out. I’ll find you a job and see what’s going to happen next.”

“Easy for you to say,” you said, rolling your eyes. “If only things are simpler.”

“It will,” Emi promised.

Then you smiled to yourself.

I hope so.

“But for now, I have to fix my college life.”

Emi shrugged. “If you say so.”

“Mommy, mommy!” Daichi said, tugging your top.

Your eyes casted down on him. “Yes?”

“I want…”

“Yes…”

“When is Dad coming home?”

Your heart froze.

“I’m…I’m not sure, sweetheart,” you said, stroking his hair. “We’ll enjoy first, okay?”

His eyes went crestfallen. “Okay.” Before returning back to his meal.

If only you knew who the father is.

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[earlgreytea68]

If I may present some more lyrics related thoughts: The line "Last night I dreamt I still knew you" probably haunts me more than any other on SMFS, and I can't help but wonder if Pete had the hiatus in mind when writing them. He and Patrick went from being basically inseparable, to Patrick not knowing his kid, and performing his own music with so much more confidence than the boy who hid his face under a hat onstage all those years ago. Pete must have felt like a ghost in his own life without his musical other half by his side, but now here they are together on the other side, and they're stronger than ever!

okay, okay, so to me Flu Game is SUCH a hiatus-y song that i wonder sometimes if it's not a song with old lyrics stuck in it, or if Pete sent old lyrics to Patrick, Idk, did it finally seem like time to write through the hiatus in this particular way? But the lyrics seem more depressed than the rest of the album. Even given things like "I used to be a real go-getter," there's a brutality to "Oh, God, kinda please would you kill me now?" (I know Genius says this is "kindly please" but I stand firm that I think it's "kinda please.")

Anyway, everything about this song feels like it could come from the hiatus, because it's all about someone you knew so desperately well, someone you carved out space for in the world, just you and him against the world, and now you're so distant that you're just a face in the crowd he's up there performing to, and there you are, left with all this love and no one to give it to, trying to pretend you're getting through each day when it's exhausting, and what are you dreaming about? That you still knew each other (all of my wildest dreams ended up with you and me). That's your wildest dream (I will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me).

I can't be who you need me to be is so very what Pete Wentz thought at the beginning of the hiatus, and all he's doing is working flat-out to keep everything going and it's totally not appreciated and he can't even figure out anymore what's real or fake and he worked so hard to carve out that space and you're just going to leave it.

And he knows none of this really matters and nobody will care and it's all pointless but he can't seem to stop wanting to catch all of your ears, he can't stop seeking that attention, none of it is healthy or good but he's stuck in it, what else is he going to, he's got all this love and an empty space next to him.

There are also a lot of themes in these lyrics that strike me as being more common in his pre-hiatus stuff: The idea of faking how hard everything is so that you make it look easy shows up in Alpha Dog (we must make it hard to look so easy doing something so hard) and I'm pretty sure it shows up somewhere else, too, but I'm blanking on it now. The idea of Pete writing as Fall Out Boy the band and its unhealthy relationship with its fans also feels more pre-hiatus than post- (that's in Hum Hallelujah and Our Lawyers...). I might just be forgetting the post-hiatus occurrences of these themes, but they feel older to me. I have long wondered if this song is an old-lyric song. In interviews about the album, it seems clear that Patrick likes this song a lot and that Pete is less enthusiastic about it and considers it one of those "Patrick-y" songs that comes out of his head and his head alone. Which to me also slots into "he pulled these lyrics from God knows where." But, again, I could also see it that maybe Pete found them and finally thought it was time to share them. Who knows?

I haven't even talked yet about my absolute favorite lyric in this song: "Late at night in my room, lie awake and think of you and all your little dooms." First of all, this is another one of Patrick's odd-rhythm specialties, and I love it so much because it highlights so nicely my favorite part of the line: you and all your little dooms. Ugh, I just love that. Genius tells me it's probably a reference to orgasms and I just think that Pete Wentz never talks about sex as much or as straightforwardly as Genius thinks he does lololol. Which isn't to say he doesn't talk about sex, just that this lyric is about so much more than orgasms. It's so brilliantly evocative of that kind of relationship where a million little things seem to condemn it and drag it down. And given how hiatus-y the song feels to me, I think of the way Pete must have felt as it was all falling apart, that talking to Patrick was just an endless series of "little dooms" that Patrick kept flinging at him. What a perfect, beautiful little turn of phrase for the way things can succumb to the quicksand of problems.

Idk, I just love Flu Game.

And it is perhaps important to note that it leads into "Baby Annihilation," Pete's return to the poetry of the pre-hiatus time, but this time polished up to be JUST POETRY, no song it's being tacked to the end of, this standalone moment of Pete Wentz (with Patrick backing orchestration, the truest representation of their partnership we've really ever had, tbh), with it's closing musing of "what is there between us if not a little annihilation?" AND THEN we get "Kintsugi Kid," a song EXPLICITLY about that period of Pete's life where he was self-destructive but titled for how he came out so much better in the end, AND THEN the Patrick Stump special of "What a Time to Be Alive," the song Pete has very fondly called "pure Patrick," and it just seems so fitting to me that at the end, Patrick comes roaring back into this hiatus-y stretch, and we come back into the present.

#peterick #fall out boy #fob

[pjisskullourful]

hi, i’m in love with your damianoxreaderxethan series😍 since the VMAs I can’t stop thinking about that moment on the pink carpet where Ethan looked at Damiano’s chest then turned and Damiano looked at Ethan. Imagine, like, the thoughts that would be running in reader’s mind just looking at that video sitting on the couch and then, like, touching herself and sending a video to them. I mean, just a thought maybe not even a real request but…I honestly can’t stop thinking about it.

psst lemme tell you a lil secret: im in love with it too!

i really really like this idea. infact i like it somuch that i have compiled a lot of notes & some paragraphs of the opening. i love the throuple somuch that i take any excuse to write about them so i could easily dive into this& dedicate my spare time to it

however, that would possibly slow down this months chapter of stained sheets, so yall gotta let me know which you'd rather read first, some throuple smut or chapter 24 of stained sheets

‼️also also ALSO if yall have any ideas of positions you want the throuple to do, let me know! cos i havent quite decided that part yet so give me some smutty inspo‼️

anyways, heres my lil beginning

"Do blondes have more fun?" You asked of Ethan, getting him alone as the makeup artist walked away to set up more things on the countertop.

Before he could answer, Damiano had come over, standing next to you. "No, blondes have more cum."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Charming."

The two of them were getting ready for the Video Music Awards, Måneskin's second year of attending and performing. It had been decided that Ethan would wear a long blonde wig, along with Damiano's freshly bleached hair, they were all going to be blonde for the night.

There was still time before they had to leave the hotel. You wouldn't be accompanying them to the awards show, once their makeup was done and they were fully styled, you would be spending the night with the other members of their travelling team. But there was still fun to be had in this lead up to the event. You had watched the VMAs with them many times, now you were going to be seeing them at the VMAs. It wasn't just an average day at work for them, this was one of the things you had dreamt of with them and there was excitement in the air of your hotel suite.

For now the nerves weren't getting to them too much. All they had to do was stay still and have makeup applied, no more rushing to rehearsals or sound checks, they could slow down, there was time to breathe. There was time for Ethan to really look in the mirror and decide how he liked this different hair colour. The wig was pinned down securely and the lace was glued to his forehead.

"I've been a blonde longer than you, so I'm the authority here." Damiano said.

You hadn't been able to take your eyes off of Ethan yet. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah." He said, his fingers playing through the light strands. "I really think I'm pulling it off."

"You definitely are. But it's pretty hard to find something you look bad wearing." Damiano said.

"I don't know what it is about it, but it's bringing out this kind of androgynous quality. It's always there, it's just in you." You said. "But with this wig on, it's all I can see. You're giving me more genderfuck than usual and it's quite stunning."

Sassily, Ethan flipped the hair back from one shoulder. "Oh, so I'm stunning now? I'm bringing stunning to the VMAs, well somebody has to."

"Yas baby, feel your oats." Damiano encouraged.

You were interrupted by the makeup artist requesting Ethan at the other side of the room. Before leaving the two of you behind, he tossed the long blonde hair in your direction, getting both of you to laugh. He sat down in the chair and the artist was quite quickly applying products to his face.

Before you could decide what you were going to do next, Damiano had grabbed your elbow. He made a gesture for you to head even further away from Ethan, over to the doors that led to the balcony. You walked with him, he slid the doors open and you followed him outside. He didn't start talking until the doors were securely shut again, any conversation from inside blocked out.

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[lu-vin-it]

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗬/𝗡

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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟭

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼’𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗫 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗨𝘀𝗲𝗱: 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟳𝟰𝟰

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 @mukbee 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜𝗹𝘆 ❤︎︎

Dear Eddie, I heard your voice. It was nice. I want nothing more than to reveal myself to you, but I fear you will not reciprocate my feelings, and I’m not quite sure if I could survive the rejection. School is almost over. I’m not sure how I will channel my feelings during the summer, especially because I know you’ll graduate, and I will as well. Third time’s the charm, right? We’ll forever be known as Hawkins graduates of ‘86. I’m going to college as well. Maybe I’ll keep a box of letters, and write to you when I’m sad because I miss you. I hope I’ll eventually move on. For now, however, let’s not think of the future. Right now, I love you, and I see you every day, you just don’t see me. That’s enough to satiate my need for now. Love, xx

You sat in History class staring at the back of Eddie’s head. Your interaction yesterday was still fresh in your mind. You jumped when the bell rang, breaking you from your trance.

You gathered your things quickly, cringing at the fact you didn’t take any notes. That was going to cost you when you take your next test.

“Hey Y/N!” A voice exclaims. You look up to see Eddie slinging on his backpack smiling at you.

“Oh. Hi Eddie.” You smile politely.

“Do you want to sit together at lunch?”

“Oh. I’d love to, but I don’t do well with crowds. I usually sit by my locker. You can join me if you’d like.”

“Sure, lead the way!” You smiled at Eddie and nodded for him to follow you.

When you arrived at your locker, you opened it up with ease, grabbing your lunch box out of it and arranging your things into it.

“What’s that..?” Eddie reaches over your head and grabs a blank piece of paper. The same paper you write your letters to him on.

“Eddie.. I..”

“You’re the one who wrote me the letters?” Eddie asked, you looked at the ground, tears forming in your eyes.

“Yeah. I’m sorry if you thought they were creepy or whatever.. I just needed an—“ Your rambling was cut off when Eddie’s hand grasped the sides of your face to look at him.

“They‘re the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” Eddie said quietly, his gaze in your eyes soft and almost loving.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You and Eddie stare at each other for a few seconds. His eyes were dark brown, but faded into a beautiful golden. You never noticed that before. He slowly started leaning in and before you knew it, you were closing your eyes and soaking into the feeling of his lips moving against your own. His hands moved from your cheeks to your hips, pushing you against your locker.

You could feel your heart beating against your chest. Your hand went to his cheek, caressing his skin with your thumb. His breath was hot against your skin, it made you happy to know he was close. You’d imagined this probably a hundred times, but this was real.

When Eddie pulled back from the kiss you couldn’t help but to feel disappointed it was already over.

“Will you pinch me?” You quickly said. Eddie furrowed his eyebrows.

“What?” He chuckled a bit, not believing you were serious.

“I’ve dreamt of this for a year, don’t blame me for being skeptical please.” You begged.

“Y/N, this is real— I’m real. This isn’t some dream or show or book that you're reading. I’m here.” You smiled.

“I don’t know what to say, Eddie.”

“Say you’ll go out with me on Friday.” He smirks, stepping closer to you, trapping you against your locker.

“I’ll go out with you on Friday—If my parents let me..” You look Eddie up and down. “Do you think you could cover your tattoos and put your hair in a ponytail or something when you pick me up? Oh! And be really nice to them so that they’ll let me see you more than once?”

“Babe, aren’t you 18?” You flustered.

“Well— Yes— but you see; my parents are strict and I live under their roof so I must abide by their rules.” Eddie scrunched up his face in disgust.

“That sucks, but yeah, I’ll dress up all nice for you.” He winks at you, making you giggle. You pull him down slowly to kiss him again. It was weird how you could do that.

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Day 4: Work and Pleasure

CW: canon typical swearing & blood, angst, character death implied, shirtless(no description though, only implied), tattoos, violence

Word count: 681

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Dallas was assigned the Warden-Commander and had to kill the remaining darkspawn, get new recruits and investigate darkspawn... Things. 

9:35 Dragon, 5 Wintermarch

When the Crows made their next move on Zevran though, when Dallas wasn't by his side? Zev took care of it without a hitch. And he just told Dallas he was going on a trip, he would visit again soon.

But that already took a few years to come up, so, Dallas assumed he sought more adventure and let him go! He wrote letters to Zevran every month though. Zev always responded with his own but only once a month. 

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9:39 Dragon, 4 Wintermarch

One letter made Zevran very happy it arrived after killing the mad, raving Templar of Kirkwall. 

"Dear Embrium, 

I know you only answer me once a month, so I will wait patiently for your response. 

I've missed you this past year since your last visit. I wish to reunite again though. You won't have to come back to the cold, dull Ferelden this time though! I wish only to join you on your own journey. I am taking a break from my duties and I'm currently heading to Kirkwall.-"

That last bit made Zevran wince in a panic. He does not wish to be scolded... Hm.. 

"It will take me about two weeks to arrive there though. I do not know where you are, but maybe if you're close by we could meet there? If not, we could meet at Ostwick perhaps, or Bastion, maybe Hasmal? Or are you in Antiva? Oh, I'd love to visit your homeland.

I have much to tell you but most should be said in person. I eagerly await your response.

Ever your loving half

Dallas Surana"

Zevran grins, immediately writing his response to send at once. Dallas won't know of his part in the great battle! Not on his watch! 

~

9:39 Dragon, Cloudreach

Dallas was amazed by Antiva, Zevran showed him everything that was beautiful and unique. Let him taste all kinds of drinks and foods! Dallas experienced sights, sounds, smells and tastes he's never even dreamt of! 

Dallas stares at his and Zevran's new matching tattoos. 

"One of my finer ideas, yes?" Zevran muses with a warm smile. Dallas smiling fondly, pressing his arm against Zev's. 

"Mm... I can't argue." Dallas jests gently. In awe of the design that finishes and completes one another by only keeping the arms together.

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9:40, 10 Drakonis

Dallas had woken with a start... Whispers he's been dreading... His mind often wanders when he's awake as well. When he visited Jowan before leaving, he found Mouse again. He's been helping Dallas with questions of the Blight. 

In 9:37 Dragon, Dallas took that concoction and let Avernus continue his research. But there's been nothing to cure the taint. 

He only knows of Fiona, a fellow Circle elf, who was cured and they don't know how! 

He blinks back non-existent tears, packing his things. 

Mouse has grown quieter against the Calling... 

But he's seen that black spot on Zev's back. 

He's tainted the other half of his soul. 

He won't let Zevran die a Blighted creature. 

He's going to search for a cure now. Morrigan offered hints a long time ago before going through the mirror. He still has the notes. Now is the time to go. Before it's too late. 

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9:?? Dragon

Dallas stares up at... He can't tell, honestly... 

He's just so tired and the singing is so loud. 

He can't get to it though - too tired... 

Zev... Its not Zevran's singing though. 

He shouldn't go to it then. 

Zev needs him. 

He needs to go back... 

Zev... 

~

END OF DAY 4

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Another Jannik request. You are also tennis player, but you are not in top 100, co you can afford your own physio on the tournament’s so Jannik is helping you to recover after match. (Massage, passive stretching.. you name it)

No disadvantage

Pairing: Jannik Sinner x reader

warnings: none

author’s note: sorry that it took me so long to write and publish it! I had quite a big writer's block 😩 but I hope you like it! I tried my best! (also: pls note that English isn’t my first language! (and maybe my ambition outweighed my talent 😂)

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The Australian Open has always been your favourite tournament of the year. Even as a little kid, you used to watch it on TV and dreamt to be part of this amazing tournament. And now, 12 years later you are finally here! It’s your first time here in Australian and you even managed to qualify for the main round!

The only downer is the fact that Camille wasn't here - Camille is a good friend of yours who usually helps you as a physio at the tournaments in Europe. But here in Australia she couldn't travel with you and by now you can feel every muscle in your body. Your father tried to help you as good as he could, but even though he was your coach and tried very hard, he couldn't help you with the sore muscles. The loosening exercises that Camille had shown you didn’t help anymore. Your father had already asked various physios of other players, and some had agreed to look after you, but of course their own players had priority.

You had just finished your match. A close three set match but you did it. You won. You can’t remember the actual ranking, but you might get Top 105 after this win. You are very happy about your win, but you have a strong pulling in your shoulder. During the last set of one of your services, a sharp pain went through your shoulder and neck and although the sharp pain had subsided, there is still a dull ache in your neck muscles. You sigh and stretch out on the mat on the floor of the cool-down room. With each breath you feel the tension in your shoulders and neck, and you let out a loud cry of pain.

"Are you alright?" you suddenly hear a voice next to you. Without looking up, you murmur a quiet "No" - assuming it’s just a member of the WTA staff.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just tension in my shoulder."

The stranger settles down on the floor right next to you: "Where's your physio?"

Your head is still resting on the mat, eyes closed: "In London, probably."

"In London?"

"Yes, normally a friend of mine is my physio, but she couldn't come with me to Australia because of the quarantine regulations because she's not officially my physio and-" you lift your head to look at the WTA employee and freeze: sitting in front of you is none other than Jannik Sinner.

Quickly you pull yourself up from the mat and immediately wince because of the pain: “Oh my god…”

Jannik raises his hands in apology: “That looks bad! How did you even manage to survive without a physio until now?”, his smile is little insecure.

You take a quiet breath and brush a single strand of hair behind your left ear: “Luck? Pure power of will? I don’t know…”, the dull ache in your shoulder calms down a bit. Your gaze is fixed on the ugly floor in the cool-down room, but out of the corner of your eyes you are watching him: he wears a trainings outfit, the white cap lying next to his crossed legs. His orange hair lies in perfect curls, only one strand rests on his forehead.

He plays with the sweatband on his wrist and doesn’t seem to know to do or to say next.

A few seconds pass without a word.

“Can I help you?”

You look at him with wide, surprised eyes. Maybe you're just imagining it, but his cheeks look a little redder than they did a few minutes ago.

“I think, the only thing would be for you to lend me your physio”, you try to joke, your cheeks heating up as well.

“Of course! My Physio will be here in about half an hour! I’m sure he has enough time to give you a proper massage or something!”

Before you can think about it, you it slips out of your mouth: “Oh my god, that would be-“, you interrupt yourself, suddenly remembering your manners, “I mean, no that’s not necessary, I was only joking! I can’t ask for that!”

“No, that’s fine! Honestly! I insist!”, a bright smile appears on his face.

He has a really beautiful smile. And eyes. Eyes which seem to glint.

“Well…thank you…although I feel really bad because I make use of your physio”

“All good! I’m happy to help!”

Silence reigns again. No one of you knows what to say.

But it was Jannik again you broke it. “Congrats to your win by the way! You game was fantastic…I think you’ve hit the most aces of today’s WTA matches.”

“Thank you”, you return his soft smile, “You watched my match?”

Jannik turns his head sharply and breaks the eye contact as his fingers play nervously with his cap, but he nods in response.

You try to ignore the warm feeling in your stomach (and on your cheeks) and take a deep, long breath. But immediately a sharp pain jerks through your body and you exhale shakily because of the pain.

“That’s gonna be a long half an hour until my physio arrives”

You don’t say anything. It feels like all muscles in your upper body are on fire.

Jannik seems to understand your pain because he looks at you pitying: “Yeah…I’m…well, I’m not sure if i…but…”, he’s gnawing on his bottom lip, “I could try to ease it a bit, if you want?”

“You?”

“Yes! I mean, I had a similar problem last week and I think I know what to do…”, he gives you an encouraging smile, “So?”

You don’t think that’s a good idea, partly because he isn’t a proper physio, partly because you feel like you’ve got a swarm of butterflies in your stomach - nevertheless you give him a quick nod and lie back down on the mat.

His fingertips feel hot on your skin. At first he doesn't apply pressure, but only gently strokes you skin - trying to find out where most of the tension is. You can’t help but feel your heart speed up: this is a bad idea.

“Tell me, when it’s too much, ok Y/N?”, his voice is just a whisper.

Slowly he begins to apply more and more pressure, moving from your shoulder to your neck. The pressure hurts but feels relaxing at the same time. And the pain helps you to stay focused and not to think about the fact that Jannik Sinner is massaging you.

You’re not going to lie: you’ve always had a little thing for him. Although Rafa was your favourite player, Jannik was your favourite out of the “Next Gen”. Not only because he is a very talented young player with a bright future ahead of him but also because he always seems very friendly, humble and very down to earth. You try to watch all his matches and even try to learn some things from him through studying his game in videos. Your father says you could learn a lot from his footwork. Yes, focus on his footwork in the video you watched last night – and not on his hands working real magic on your tensed muscles.

He reaches a certain point, and you couldn’t hold back a moan.

“Good?”

“God, yes!”, and you suddenly realise which sound you made just seconds ago, “Wow, that’s embarrassing! I’m so sorry! I-”

“No, all good! Nothing to be sorry about.”, you hear him laugh quietly but at the same time you feel his fingers tremble a little.

You try to calm your pounding heart and Jannik continues to work his way through your tense muscles.

The silence is interrupted by the soft beeping of a smartphone. Jannik’s hand disappear from your back: “My physio is here. I text him where to find us. He will give you a proper massage.”

“I think you did really well!”, you sit up slowly and carefully, “It’s much much better now!”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I can breathe without any sharp pain! You’ve helped me a lot already!”, you smile at him “Thank you so, so much Jannik!”

“It’s nothing.”

“No, it’s not nothing! I…can I invite you for a drink? A non-alcoholic one, because we both have to play? As a thank you?”

You except him to say no, and prepare to put on a poker face and not let your disappointment show. But instead of a polite refusal, he beams at you: “I’d love that! Let’s say tonight?”

“Yeah, meet me in the lobby at 7pm?” “Can’t wait! But now I have to go to practise! My physio will meet you here in about 5 minutes!”, Jannik stands up and smiles at you, “See you later, Y/N! And again: Congrats on your win!”

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The green armoured Daimyo

CHAPTER 4 / THE NEW NORMAL

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Boba Fett x f!reader 7k words What had that night meant? Did it really mean anything at all? But now Boba feels the need to teach you a few lessons Dom! Boba Fett x sub! Reader Chapter warnings: Degradation, safeword established, ass slapping, fingering denial (is that thing?), Boba is a moody ass, dubious consent, choking, face slapping, face fucking, oral (M and F) but rough (M) receiving, hair pulling, praise, finger fucking Mando'a translations: cyar'ika - darling/sweetheart Haar'chak! - Damn it! ad'ika - little one

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The alarm went off so long ago, but you were just staring at the ceiling, not yet getting up.

Well after all you were told you had this morning off.

Oh maker, what exactly happened last night?

You swore it was just a dream when you woke up in a haze but the sudden coldness against your bare skin was the harsh reminder, it was not a dream.

Last night with Lord Fe- Boba really did happen.

Boba.

It took you by shook that he told you to call him by his actual name. You think about the look on his face when he told you, how beautiful his smile was.

Time just passed by, you allowing yourself to replay the events of the night before.

The feeling of his cock sliding through your lips felt so good, you had imagined how it would've felt and it was better than you dreamt. He was also thicker than imagined too. You remember staring at the way he sat on his throne, thinking about taking his cock whilst he sat there, thinking about how big he would be. Then thinking how you stared at his fingered gloves, and how thick they looked.

And you were right about both of them.

Even though you deep down hoped he would try something with you, how when you touched yourself it was only over him, never did you think anything would actually happen. Not that you were complaining! It just still felt like a dream.

But how do you go about it now?

You still had a job to do, you still lived in the same Palace as him.

His Palace.

Then you think about how he said he 'can't wait ruin you one day' and you start to blush. Did he plan to do more than what happened last night?

Oh how you couldn't wait to feel his length inside you, how much he would stretch you. Wanting to know exactly how he would ruin you. How did he exactly fuck, what he enjoyed whilst doing it.

You stop your thoughts, bringing yourself back to right now. First off you needed to get up as it was getting closer and closer to lunch time, and secondly just because he said it last night doesn't necessarily mean he meant it. Maybe he just said it in the moment to excite you.

Taking a deep breath in as you sit up, shaking the overthinking thoughts away.

Just because Boba gave you this morning off didn't mean you had the whole day off, you needed to get ready for work. Praying that whoever did the dishes this morning didn't ruin everything, or maybe it was one of the old cleaning droids who did it.

As you drag your legs over the bed you notice your green dress discarded on the floor, right at the foot of your bed. You giggle to yourself when you see your underwear half way across the room. Damn, Boba really was eager too then.

A thought then pops into your head, you were completely naked and exposed in front of him last night, and yet he wasn't. Somehow you found it both a bit embarrassing for yourself, but so hot on his end. Maybe the power dynamic didn't worry you as much as Garsa thought it might?

However right now you needed to move, so you push yourself off the soft mattress and start getting ready. You grab a piece of Meiloorun fruit as you pull a pair of black pants and a long sleeve red top over your body, relaxing as you ready for the day ahead.

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Two days, you didn't see Boba for two days.

It was mainly you trying to avoid him a little, scared to be face to face with him again after what happened. What if he wasn't really interested? So you saved yourself the embarrassment.

But now you felt stupid, you didn't want him to think you weren't interested in him. You'd finished with your overthinking and worrying, it was time to make him aware you want him.

The last couple of days you still dipped your hand between your thighs, replaying the night on repeat. Wanting more from him.

The shift this morning flew by, but now it was nearing lunch time and you knew Boba was holding court, meaning he was going to be in the throne room most the day.

You smirk to yourself as you see one of your short skirts in the closet, thinking about maybe teasing Boba a bit. The skirt sat just under your ass cheeks, it covered you completely fine until you bent over a bit and your whole ass would be on show.

The reason Boba decided to hold court was due to him wanting to keep it peaceful with Mos Epsa and reassure the people there. You assume it would also carry on with what happened the other night at dinner, even though you weren't sure what fully happened there and what was being discussed.

As you get closer to the throne room you dare to sneak up the steps and peak in, the room hadn't been this busy since the party. Guests drinking and quietly chatting between themselves, some sitting in the booths just staring at Boba. Everyone clearly having their own opinions on the current events, and you were unsure if this was safe.

Could any of these people be trusted?

You look over to the throne and see Boba is sitting in his same usual position, one hand on his thigh and the other on the armrest, listening to the person who is stood in front of him. Wondering what they are talking about, it was hard to tell as his helmet was on.

But like always Fennec was hanging around the throne, staring down at the crowd, making sure it would be safe. Her eyes shot over to yours, clearly confused by your sudden appearance. Her eyes soften for a moment as she gives you a small smile and then returns to scanning the room.

You take one last look at Boba, how beautifully he sat in his throne. Knowing how handsome he was under that helmet, how thick and heavenly his cock was, how beautiful he sounded when you took him in your mouth.

Oh maker you needed to go otherwise you'd climb up to that throne and beg for him to take you now.

So as you turn back around and head into the kitchen, you pull your hand under your skirt hoping it went up enough to give him a show. Smirking to yourself as reach the bottom of the stairs. Just as you're tying your apron the droid appears with the dishes.

It wasn't too bad of a job today, however the morning you were off, thanks to Boba, was a nightmare. When you had gotten in for the lunch shift that day the dishes from that morning were still slightly dirty, meaning you had to do the whole job again. You did need to talk to him about hiring more kitchen cleaning staff.

As you clean though you think about how beautiful he looked sitting there, how powerful he was.

The man knew how to assert dominance in a room and it was something you hoped to see up close, in private with him. Or even not in private, liking the idea of him bossing you around when others are near. Just so they know you're his.

You wish he would make an extra step with you, showing you more interest. You already showed him you submitted to him the other night, hoping he knew that it meant you wanting to submit to him more than just that one time. Always willing to submit to him if he asked.

Finally though the dishes were almost done. You were drying off the last couple of cutlery now, placing all your dried dishes off to the side to keep the counter in front of you clear.

Then the sound of spars is slowly creeping up to the kitchen door. You don't turn around as a small smirk crawls back onto your face. Knowing he was coming in here. He was making his was in, getting closer and closer to you.

There is a moment were it's silent, causing you to be unsure where he was exactly. But you still didn't dare to look, finding it amusing to ignore him almost.

A pair of hands land on both sides of your waist, gripping you tight. Hot flush travels over your body, the feeling in your lower stomach appearing. Dropping the towel as he pulls your body closer to his, his cock resting against your ass.

''Were you trying to show everyone your ass, or just me?'' Boba says in such a beautiful tone, the power and amusement visible through the helmets modifier.

The smirk on your face stays as you say ''I have no clue what you're on about.''

Then he thrusts his pelvis against you, pushing you into the counter. ''Oh really now?''

Your hands are resting on the top of the empty counter to give yourself balance from his unexpected thrust, as you feel wetness slowly drip out of you.

''Because I saw a little slut poke her head into my court and as she left gave me a wonderful view of her ass'' he says, pulling your hips closer to him. A heavy breath leaves your lips, you weren't sure if it was his touch on you or the degrading name, but you were finding this so attractive.

His grip on you tightens, causing a quiet moan to escape your lips. ''Such an eager girl, bet you even wore this skirt for me.''

''Maybe I did'' you whisper back, causing him to bend your body over the counter and putting your whole ass on show. You can feel one of his hands leave your hip to lift your skirt up, placing it under his other hand, and then rest it on your ass, stroking your ass cheek.

''Hmm, so you suck my dick once and suddenly you start to tease me? Start acting up?'' Boba says. His hand still stroking your ass check, unaware where his sight was.

Then his cold helmet rests next to your ear, ''do you have a safe word, cyar'ika?''

Your mind goes blank, you'd never needed one before, which caused you to become aroused and excited. Did he intend to be really rough with you? Is this what he meant by ruining you? So you try to think of a word quickly, one that wouldn't come up whilst fucking. ''Meiloorun'' you say, thinking of the fruit you enjoyed from the market the other day. He hums and removes his head from next to your ear.

Next thing you know a burn crawls across your ass cheek and your body is pushed into the edge of the counter. It took you a moment to realise what happened, he had slapped your ass hard whilst still wearing his mainly leather gloves. The action did hurt, but caused so much pleasure that you didn't care.

''Little sluts who decide to tease me get punished, so I'm going slap your ass 5 times and let the sound of it echo through the hallways. Making anyone able to hear me teaching you a lesson.''

You let out a little moan, it's like he knew what you were thinking the other night with Fennec, about the whole 'teaching you a lesson'.

''You got that?''

''Yes, sir'' you reply, awaiting his next slap.

Luckily you don't wait long, this time was a little harder. You wonder if the first slap was to test if you were okay with it, him needing some idea on if you enjoyed it. And you did, you really did. You were sure he could probably seeing you slowly soaking your underwear.

You also wonder how much he must enjoy this, his breathing was deep behind his helmet, and every time he spoke there was an amused tone. If this is what was to come by interacting sexually with this man, then stars were you excited to find out what else could come.

Another slap follows and he praises ''you're taking your punishment so well, like a good girl.''

Once again letting out another moan, it accidently being louder then you meant for it to be.

How had he managed to make you so desperate for him so quickly? Like sure you had wanted him for weeks, had imagined how he would be with you whilst you touched yourself. But him doing it all now, doing more than you had imagined?

It still felt like a dream.

But again the feeling of the fourth slap reminded you this was real.

''Do you want everyone to hear you?'' he teases, ''want everyone to hear your moans as I slap your pretty ass?''

You felt the need to apologise, feeling a little embarrassed by the idea of someone hearing you.

''Or do you just want to flash your ass to everyone again and they can see someone has already claimed it?''

A heavy breath leaves your lips, with a slight moan. The idea of people knowing you were his turned you more and more on. Wanting everyone to know you had his hands on you.

How you want him to claim you.

Your body was on full alert, wanting more. Needing the ache in your underwear to be fixed.

Then the last slap hits, you couldn't tell if it hurt more as it was stronger than the others or if it was due to your cheek being so sore. Your face was red, your underwear was soaked, and you were so incredibly aroused.

Boba's hand stroked over your ass cheek again, causing you to shiver and flinch away. Maker, your ass was sore now, but the coldness of his glove soothed it a little. ''You took that so well'' he praised.

''Thank you, sir'' you whimper out. Heavy breaths still leaving your mouth as you smiled to yourself a little, it was a good job you wore the skirt then.

His hand wanders down, further between your legs and pushing them apart. A gloved finger pushing over your soaked underwear, ''oh, you enjoyed your punishment then?'' the smirk still heard through the words like always.

''A little bit'' you say softly.

The finger raises and starts slowly massaging you through the underwear. You let out a quiet whimpered moan, you could get used to this type of teasing from him. ''You want more?''

You nod quickly, practically ready to beg for him to do more.

But then he removes his hand and pulling your skirt back down. Then he pulls your body back up straight, your back resting against his chest. ''Shame. I've got a job to get back to, and I don't think you've learnt your lesson yet'' Boba states.

You turn around quickly to face him, staring right into his dark visor. ''Please, that's not fair'' you say, your breathing still heavy.

The palm of his hand rests on your chin as his index finger and thumb grip each of your cheeks, ''I don't care. I'm in charge here little one, maybe next time don't tease me. Or if you do, you'll get worse then that.''

The pool in your stomach grows, your pussy clenching around nothing, and your knees daring to drop.

''Be good, and maybe I'll reward you later'' he says, that smirk still there. So you nod in response and he lets go of your face. Then he turns to leave the kitchen, but before he does adds ''oh, and don't you dare touch yourself before I get my hands back on you.''

And then he headed back to his throne.

This man, oh how you needed him so badly!

It annoyed you and also aroused you that he left you like this. But you also hoped he would keep to his word and 'reward' you later.

Now the kitchen was silent, heck the Palace seemed quiet. Which caused embarrassment to cover you, if it was this quiet did everyone hear what just happened?

You don't dare wait around for people to investigate and hurry back to your quarters.

But in your rush you bump into Skad, he was staring at his datapad not looking where he was going as you sped around the corner. ''Oh sorry mate'' he apologises.

''No, sorry, that was my fault. I shouldn't be rushing around like that'' you awkwardly laugh.

''Everything alright? You seem flushed and like you're running from something'' he states, looking down the empty corridor like it would give him the answer of if you were being followed.

You shake your head and say ''no, no. Nothing like that, just want to go rest until my next shift.''

It was so odd, him seeming worried something happened. You'd not really spoken to him, you hadn't seen him since the night Krrsantan broke in to be honest, Boba kept sending him out on far patrols. ''Alright, I'll see you around then'' Skad gives you a small smile and wanders off, back to being glued to his pad.

So you carry on heading back to your room. Once you shut the door behind you you let out a deep breath. How did you manage this?

Like a few weeks ago you were so angry and also scared of this man, scared of what he would do to this planet and if he started a civil war. You couldn't have imagined leaving the Sanctuary and working here, if you told yourself a few months ago you'd be working in the Palace you'd never believe it.

Yet this was your life now. Working for the Daimyo, whilst also having him slowly claim you.

It felt so unreal.

Later on you hang around the kitchen awhile after you finished the evenings dishes, waiting for Boba. You felt silly waiting, but you wanted to see what he meant exactly, about 'rewarding you'.

It had been almost an hour before you saw anyone.

''Hey, what you still doing here?'' Drash asks breaking your boredom. She was stood in the doorway, one hand on the doorframe, looking very confused to see you still here.

''Oh, just making sure everything's okay in here'' you lie, you couldn't exactly tell her you were waiting for the boss to come touch you again.

She gives you a more confused look and says ''well you best go to bed, the Daimyo isn't in the best mood and everyone is staying clear of his path.''

As she turns to leave you quickly catch up to her and say ''what do you mean? What's happened?'' You start to become worried. Was Boba okay? You hadn't heard anything, nothing that made you worry.

''He was off on his training with the rancor when 8D8 informed him we can't find many re-enforcements to help him out'' she shrugs, ''guess that's what happens when you've outlived most your friends sadly.''

She was right in that sense. You weren't sure exactly how old Boba was, but the tales and rumours of him had him old enough that yeah he wouldn't have many alive friends anymore.

''The only person they knew for fact they could count on apparently has no real way to be reached since they don't have a ship anymore or something. So he's not in the best mood, if I was you I'd just go to bed and avoid the throne room for a bit'' Drash adds.

So you nod and she heads back towards the garage, most likely to tinker with her bike or something. You just stare at the steps to the throne room and shiver, you weren't one for confrontation, and you hated being near others when they were in a bad mood.

Part of you wanted to go in and check he was alright, but then you remind yourself that you didn't really know this man. You imagined he wouldn't be nice around when annoyed, and you wouldn't even know how to comfort him.

So you don't, you go back and hang your apron up, then rush out the kitchen for the second time today.

''Haar'chak!'' You hear Boba yell from the throne room as you pass the stairs. Your feet halter and stare at the stairs listening, waiting to see if you could hear anything else. As much as you didn't like these situations you still wanted to know what was happening in the place you lived and worked in. Wanting to know what your boss, who you've got something going on with, was doing.

''Boss, come on, calm down! We'll get hold of Djarin and maybe he'll have some contacts too'' you hear Fennec say.

''And if we don't? We're kriffed Fennec!'' Boba's voice was deep, almost scary. That voice belonged to a man that people feared, the one you knew the rumours of. ''I refuse to be pushed out without a fight, but we cannot do this alone. We've already lost!''

You hadn't met this side of him, in the weeks you'd known him he seemed nice enough, there was still a clear indication of power and leadership, but nothing 'scary'. But this man you overheard right now? There was anger behind the words, more than just 'not getting his own way'. You can imagine this voice belonging to a man who hunted down people as a job, this was the Boba Fett you'd been told about.

''Listen to me Boba, everything's going to be fine. Just go rest, then carry on your training tomorrow. Let me and that dumb droid sort this'' Fennec sighs.

It goes quiet, and you're just standing at the bottom of the steps, almost stuck in fear. You weren't sure on any feelings for this man in terms of trust, but this was making you question a lot. He had made it very clear to you that he respected trust a lot and how much it means to him, but what about the other way around?

How were you supposed to trust him? How were you supposed to trust him with your body and allow him to do what he wishes to you?

''I'm going to bed, it's pointless just standing here stressing all night over nothing'' Fennec scuffs, ''it'll be sorted one way or another.''

You hear footprints move around and assume she's gone to her room. Maybe you should do the same?

So you do, you finally pick your feet up and turn yourself back around towards your quarters. You are so deep in thoughts you didn't hear the feet approach the top of the steps. ''Ad'ika'' you hear from the throne room steps. Once again your feet halter and you slowly turn back around to see Boba standing at the top of the steps.

He was still in full armour, helmet on. His hands were at his sides, one seeming to be curled into a fist.

''Evening sir'' you say trying to hide any nerves, from both listening when you probably shouldn't have and from being uneasy about him right this moment. His posture seemed tense, the anger you just heard was still radiating off him.

''What are you doing? Your shift ended a long time ago'' he was still at the steps, but the weight of his words made it feel like he was right in front of you.

''Oh, I was just... cleaning the rest of the kitchen.''

You knew it was a very obvious lie, but you didn't want to sound desperate. Not wanting to admit you had been waiting for over an hour for him to come and touch you more.

Boba then signals with his fingers to come to him, and you hesitantly move towards him. Heart beating out your chest the closer you got to him. As you stood at the bottom of his steps you could feel his imposing power, feeling so small and insignificant to him.

Once you reach the top of the steps his hand reaches out and grabs your neck, pressing it slightly to cause your legs to press together. All worry suddenly gone, for a moment anyway.

''What did I tell you about trust? How I don't like liars'' he says, his voice still in that deep tone.

The worry flooded your body, realising he might have thought you were over listening, which you were, but not intentionally. ''I'm sorry Boba, I wasn't trying to listen. I was just passing wh-''

A smack hits your face causing all words to stop. You move your face back to facing him as he presses a little harder on your throat, a heavy breath leaving your opened mouth. These actions shouldn't be turning you on so much, but yet they were. Moments ago you were uneasy about him, and now you'd do anything for him to keep degrading you.

Just wanting something from him.

''Using your pretty mouth for lies when you could use it for much better things. Maybe I need to teach you another lesson.''

Then the hand leaves your throat and he grabs your hand, pulling you into one of the booths at the back of the empty throne room. Ironically the same one you sat in when you signed your contract.

''Kneel'' Boba demands, and you quickly obey.

You weren't worrying as much anymore seeing as he didn't actually seem angry. You hoped at least. Hoping he wasn't just using you to get his anger out.

Your eyes were currently facing his crotch, it being level to you. A hand places under your chin to force your head to stare into the black visor. Even with the visor you could imagine how he might be staring at you, how his gaze would be.

''If you want to me to accept your apology maybe you should earn it, show me why I should'' he says with a deep demanding tone as he lets go of your face.

So you reach your hands out and pull the zipper down on the front of his crotch, ignoring the belt hanging right above, just dealing with it. Managing to free his cock without any real trouble and massaging it with your hand at first, making it to its full length. As you feel it harden under your hand you then feel his gloved hand on your head, clearly indicating to you to take it into your mouth.

And so you do. You lean forward and push his cock between your lips, wetting it completely as it slowly makes its way to the back of your throat.

For a moment you just kneel there with his full length in your mouth, in the middle of the throne room where anyone could walk in.

Then before you can fully brace for it Boba's hand tightens in your hair and he pulls his dick back a bit, before shoving it right the way back in. This caused you to gag a little and then you heard above ''remember to tap my thigh if you need me to stop, and use your safeword if needed.'' Which helped you relax a bit, because regardless of him 'teaching you a lesson' he was still making sure you were comfortable.

Your thighs pressed together, oh the bare minimum can do so much to a girl.

The feeling of him just thrusting into your mouth made you feel used, but in such a good way. His thrusts were slow but long, taking his time to use your mouth in the way he wished.

The hand in your hair pulls a bit as he says ''look at you, taking my cock so well. Maybe I should haven given you this lesson earlier too, maybe then you wouldn't need a second one.''

Him recalling earlier today made your pussy clench, thinking about how your ass was sore for a good few hours after he was done with you. You were still in the same clothes so you wonder if he could see where he marked you earlier.

But now you think you've lost any chance of a 'reward' from Boba, seeing as he is teaching you another lesson.

A deeper thrust causes you to gag again, but not enough that you felt the need to stop or pull back.

''See your mouth can be used for better things than lies.''

Part of you wishes his cock wasn't in your mouth so you could explain to him that you weren't lying really, that you were just waiting for him until Drash spoke to you. So you groan again his dick to indicate that you didn't really agree with his statement.

''Oh, do you wish to say something little one? Or should you just keep taking my cock and I'll reward you in someway?'' He asks, it was in a mix of a teasing and demanding tone. He had stopped thrusting, he was staring at you with his hand in your hair, waiting for a response.

So you move your head forward and take his length back in, you wanted that reward. You needed it!

All day you had been stuck horny for him, not allowed a release due to promises of him doing it for you. But you so badly wanted it, it was driving you insane as you felt your underwear continue to be dripped into.

''Good girl'' Boba says as his thrusts start again.

You try to close your mouth a little, to add more tightness for him but also in hope it would stop your jaw from cramping, as it was starting to.

Then you feel spit and droll start to run down your chin, feeling it run onto your clothes. You didn't really mind, finding it amusing that there was visible evidence of what happened tonight.

His grip loosens and he readjusts himself then he starts thrusting your mouth quicker. Tears start to fill your eyes, this felt so good.

This was now the second time you'd taken his cock in your mouth, and both times it made you feel slightly overstimulated in the best way, and now both times it worried you how you'd ever be able to be fucked by him.

His length was so thick and he very clearly knew how to use it in the best ways possible, and if he was to fuck you then he really would ruin you. Just like he said he wanted to.

''I'm gonna cum down your throat, okay princess?'' he grunts, so you hum around him as a response.

A few more fast thrusts and the salty, musky taste of his cum hits the back of your throat. You close your eyes in pleasure, enjoying knowing your mouth made him do this.

He rides his orgasm out, his hand now just slightly placed on your head. So you decide to pull your head back and run your tongue over his tip, making sure to clear his cock as you swallowed his cum.

When you completely pull back you look up at him to be greeted with the emotionless helmet. After he tucks himself back away he runs his thumb over your chin and says ''oh, did my girl make a mess down her face?''

'My girl'?

You felt like you were on fire, your underwear was slowly soaking and you let a little whimper out your mouth.

Boba's other hand reaches behind him to grab the end of the fabric that hung off his back, pulled it round to the front of his body and brought it up to your chin. The fabric was rough, but his touch under it was gentle. You're just staring at him in awe, it felt nice to have someone clean the mess they caused up.

''Do you think you deserve some reward now?'' He asks almost softly, his hand now resting on your dry chin, ''since you took me so well, and I have accepted your apology.''

You just give him a simple nod, scared that any words that left you would just be a mumbling mess.

He offers you his hand and you take it, he slowly helps you up. Maker, your knees were sore. They felt bruised and burnt from the rug slung over the stone flooring.

You are now face to face with his helmet again, your bodies so close to each other. Using one hand to stroke your cheek whilst the other travels under your skirt to grab your ass.

However you flitch a bit, apparently still sore from earlier. Boba must have gathered so he let go and just stroked it instead saying, ''did I go too hard on you earlier?''

You shyly shake your head, feeling a little embarrassed by just how much you enjoyed it.

That same small chuckle emerges from behind his helmet, ''such a dirty girl'' he mutters.

For a moment you both just stand there in silence, scared he could hear your pussy clenching round air, scared your own wetness would be able to be heard due to how quiet it was now.

He then moves his helmet to the other side of your head were his hand isn't and says ''do you wish to go back to your quarters or stay here for your reward?''

''My quarters'' you whimper out.

''Oh so she can still speak?'' he clearly smirks, ''thought I had broken that pretty mouth for a minute.''

Before you can react his hand on your faces leaves and the one on your ass lowers, and then suddenly your body is thrown over his shoulder. You let out a huge breath as you realise how easily he picked you up, and the action makes your pussy once again clench.

This man can overpower you so quickly, taking you with ease.

''Let me reward my good girl then'' he states and then starts leaving the throne room. Watching the room backwards as it leaves your view, ascending down onto the corridor.

You pray no one was around as your whole ass was now on show, your underwear may as well not even be there due to how soaked they were.

It felt almost like you were being paraded around to an invisible crowd. Honestly the thought of him parading you through a real crowd seemed exciting, knowing everyone would look and them knowing you belong to him. Knowing they can't have you, that you're only his.

Seeing the Palace from this view was throwing off your location a bit, even though you knew the ways to your own quarters it was still odd. And before you knew it you were back at your room.

Like he did the other night he unlocked your door and walked in with you still over his shoulder, only putting you down on your bed.

You're laying back, your skirt completely flashing him, staring at him completely speechless.

Watching as his hands reach up to his helmet, pulling it off to revel his handsome face. You hadn't seen it in days, almost forgetting just how beautiful he was. Boba then places the helmet down on the end of the bed, staring down at you with hungry eyes.

He pulls your legs up so your feet are resting on the edge of the bed as your knees bend in the air. It takes you a moment to realise he is removing your shoes, and once he does he spreads your legs more and steps between them, caging himself in with your knees either side of his torso.

The feeling of his gaze is melting you, so many emotions visible through his eyes and yet none at the same time. Mainly just lust.

A hand moves down your body to where your soaking underwear is. Watching him remove his gloves, then feeling his bare fingers stroke the inside of your thigh, a small whimper leaves your lips.

Slowly he then starts to remove your underwear, exposing your soaked pussy to him. Feeling them be discarded off your body and probably thrown to some random location in your room.

Then Boba gently runs a finger through your folds causing you to almost jump at the touch, so desperate for it. You had been waiting all day for this, and needed this release.

''Maker you are one needy slut aren't you?'' he says as you pushes one finger into your pussy.

''Only for you'' you whisper as your eyes roll back and a moan crawls out your throat.

A groan leaves him and you feel a shift in the bed. Then you feel a slight bite on your thigh causing you to whimper with pleasure. ''Good'' he praises and then leaves a couple of kisses on your thigh around where he just bit.

You then feel him pull his finger out of you and your eyes shot open. Using your elbows to lean up to see what was happening, but before you can say another his mouth attaches to your mould. Your elbows give way and you fall back into your bed as a heavy moan leaves you.

Stars, his tongue was talented!

His tongue traced inside your folds, like he was trying to take you all in. It felt so good, oh how much you were already enjoying this reward.

Your hand goes down to grip onto his hair before you remember he doesn't have any, so you move your hand and grip the bedsheets instead. Needing some way of steadying yourself.

One of his hands travel up your body, pulling your shirt up and starts playing with your nipple between his fingers. It was so different to when you played with your own nipples, it's like his touch made the pleasure last longer.

This was so much. How were you so overstimulated again already?

Then his tongue enters your hole, causing your hips to raise against his face as his nose knocks your clit, which then makes you gasp out a loud moan. He obviously realised what happened and uses his free hand to grip onto your hip to grind your pussy against his face.

If he carries on like this you won't last much longer, so you mutter out ''I'm g-getting clo-close.''

Which then his grips tighten on your nipple and hip, trying to bring you closer and closer to that release. This was the first time you'd ever gotten so close so quickly, but him teasing you earlier and then making you suck his cock just got you so horny, you had been waiting to cum for hours at this rate.

''Cum for me, cyar'ika'' he mumbles against your core, the vibration of his voice just made you closer.

Once his mouth returns you cum almost instantly. Your eyes roll back as you see fireworks, your hands tighten on the sheets, your thighs begin to clamp around his head but he doesn't seem to mind.

He keeps eating you out through your orgasm until your legs begin to shake from it being too much, ''Boba, pl-please'' you plead. Unable to form a real sentence as your body was tiring itself out, but he just kept going.

Was he trying to make you cum twice?

You weren't even sure if you could, you'd never been able to cum that quickly after.

But then he moved his head up to catch your dazed gaze, his chin and nose shiny from your release. ''What's the matter babygirl? Too much for you?''

His teasing made you weak, in any other situation you know your legs would press together, but instead you just felt your arousal return.

''Can you cum one more time for me?'' Boba asks, his fingers already playing with your hole again, ''your pussy is just too good for me to only make it cum once tonight.''

It was almost like he was begging you, and you really wanted him to. So you nod, awaiting for him to move back but he doesn't, instead his gaze is still locked onto yours as a smirk comes onto his face.

''Use your words, princess.''

''P-please sir, make me cu-cum again'' you plead, your voice so small and out of breath still.

He then leans down and places a kiss on your lips, the taste and smell of your own release filling your senses as his tongue enters your mouth for a moment. ''Good girl'' Boba says before returning back to between your legs.

This time though he mainly focuses on just licking and sucking at your mould as his two fingers slowly fuck your hole. You moan heavy, your body still sensitive from before.

Your hands are starting to cramp from gripping the sheets, but it was just so good how you felt right now. ''Fuck Boba'' you quietly moan, which causes his own mouth to vibrate against your clit.

Once again your hips raise, but this time he lowers them. His two fingers curling inside you as his tongue attacks your clit.

You were a mess under his touch, maker you couldn't wait for the day he fucks you. You felt so full from his fingers so you just know his cock will complete you.

''C-close'' you mutter to him.

Boba's tongue is removed as he says ''then cum for me girl.''

His fingers curl again as his tongue reattaches to you clit, and your eyes slam shut. Cumming harder than you did the first time. A loud moan escapes, not really caring how embarrassingly loud it was right now. Again your thighs clamp around his head, this time shaking as your orgasm rippled through you.

Your hand slightly shaking as you tap his arm, hoping he'd understand you needed him to remove his mouth, and luckily he does.

He looks at you again with shine round his mouth as he praises ''so good for me.'' Grabbing your hand and placing a soft kiss on it.

Watching as he ascends off the ground and hoovering over you, then placing hands either side of your head. He leans down and places another kiss on your lips, again all you can taste and smell is yourself.

One of his hand cups the side of your head, stroke your head through your hair. All the worry from earlier felt so stupid, the worry of trust was gone, almost anyway.

In this moment you felt safe, you felt like he would never hurt you.

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lulu’s summer prompts 💘

it’s summer! so for the next week you can request prompts from my prompt list 🌼🤍

rules;

when requesting please send in the full prompt and not just the number. this makes it easier for me, the writer. if you don't do this and just send the number your request will be deleted no questions asked.

you can find my list of who I write for here

1. "you're so cute." "what did you just say?" "I said you look like a boot"

2. "yeah, okay, so what if i dreamt about kissing you? don't we all do that to our best friends? …..no? what do you mean no?"

3. "you're cute." "what?" " said you look like a fruit." "that doesn't even make any sense."

4. "how do i know if i have a crush on someone?" "well, you can't stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they're around, and then you want to- why are you looking at me like that."

5. " I can't get you out of my head." "..thanks?"

6. "would it be weird if i kissed you? be honest." "honestly? yes. do i care? no."

7. "¡ feel strange when you're around." "do you have a fever or something?"

8. "just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn't, like, mean anything, by the way. not in that way, at least. unless you want it to mean something. i don't mind. that's cool."

9. "this sounds like you're flirting with me." "..i have been trying to do that for three years now."

10. "What, did you think I kissed you all these times because I was doing it for the shits and giggles?"
"…Let's be real, you did have a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

11. "Oh my God, why are you crying? Does me liking you disgust you that much?" "No, you dumbass, it's because you like me back but I spent all of this time thinking you'd never like me that way!"

12. "Look, we can pretend I never confessed if it means you'll stay-" "What?! No! You can't just take back your confession! That's such a coward move and l'II not allow that! Especially when I feel the same way towards you."

13. "I'll get over you. I promise. These feelings, they're- they're only temporary, I swear I’ll get over you. Just please don't leave me-" "Did you ever think, that maybe, I don't want you getting over me? What if I don't want these feelings to be only temporary? That maybe I...
Like you, too?"

14. "I didn't mean to fall for you." "And neither did I."
"..Fucking pardon?"

15. Classic "there was only one bed"

16. Alternatively, there was only one couch

17. Having to share one blanket, fighting over it the whole night.

18. There's only one pillow, and neither of you can sleep without one. You both end up using each half of the pillow to rest your head on, causing your faces to be only a few inches apart.

19. All other seats are taken, so you both have to squeeze into one chair.

20. Wanting to borrow the same book but there's only one copy of it available at the library. After arguing over who will get it, you both decide to share it and study together.

21. "Oh no... what did we do?"

22. "Hi! You need to leave."

23."I'm sorry.. who are you?"

24."Ugh...I drank so much."

25. "I can't believe I did this again." / "I can't believe we did this again."

26. "Where are your clothes?"

27. "…I'm sore in such weird places."

28. "Hey, sorry! I'm gonna go. Right now."

29. "You didn't seem like you were having such a bad time last night”

30. "I think this was a mistake."

31. "It was always you."

32. "Can you just hold my hand?"

33. "I wished every day to hold you once more."

34. "There is something between us and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt."

35. "If I could stay here with you forever, I would."

36. "You are the first thing on my mind, the last thought before sleep”

37. "You made me feel weak."

38. "I didn't mean to love you so much."

39. "You were the only person I thought I could trust."

40. "You promised you wouldn't forget me.

41. "I don't have anyone else."

42. "I thought you still loved me."

43. "You never cared that you broke my heart."

44. "It wasn't supposed to end this way."

45. "Please just stay with me. For one moment at least."

46. "You're leaving now?"

47. "You didn't miss me at all?»

48. "I can't love you anymore."

49. "I wish I was sorry."

50. "Did I ever really matter to you?"

51. "Admit that you're wrong!"

52. "Do not compare yourself to me."

53. "My hate for you runs deeper than your ego."

54. "You left me!"

55. "You will never know how I feel."

56. "Liar!"

57. "I wish you were dead."

58. "You will regret this."

59. "Get away from me!"

60. "I don't know you anymore."

61. “She's not yours.”

62. " It wasn't meant to go this far. I swear. "

63. "Please, not now."

64. " You were ready to leave me for her. "

65. " There is no us, there never was.

66. "Why didn't you tell me? "

67. " If lies keep spewing from those lips then i'm walking out that door.

68. " Shut up. "

69. "Are you ever going to listen? "

70. " Don't leave me. Don't you dare leave me. "

71. " You know for a fucking fact that wasn't supposed to happen. "

72. " Sort yourself out first.

73. " Shhh. I know. "

74. " Tell me a story. "

75. " Leave. Before we wake up regretting what we've done. "

76. " All he ever did was use you. Why can't you see that? "

77. "You think this will make me stay? "

78. " You thought this was real? "

79. " My mum asked about you again. "

80. " Alcohol's the only constant in my life. "

81. " Sirf tum hi ho "

82. " He already knows. "

83. " I was doing fine. Really, and then you waltz back in like you didn't break my heart”

84. " You're married!! "

85. " You deserve so much better. "

#lulu’s summer prompts

[obstinaterixatrix]

I’ve been sleeping on and off all day and I’ve been having a lot of dreams. in the morning I dreamt that I didn’t actually set up things at work for my vacation so I was trying to untangle the situation (stressful), then in the afternoon I dreamt that on an eng toku news website/blog there was an old giveaway with a mini decade driver and accessories so I was like oh I know sarah loves decade maybe I can check the video for the name of the toy series thing, but the info showed up for like 2 seconds and the video scrolly bar wouldn’t catch it so I was just scrolling back and trying to pause but couldn’t get it. then just now I dreamt of like… well it kind of felt like a mashup of ghfod and my bias (I binge re-read my bias before passing out) but it took place around midway/end of storyline and the plot had been… mc went viral for being known as the lover of someone in the yakuza (I think it was a misunderstanding) and the li is part of a family with a lot of political power and people speculate they have ties to the mafia (which they don’t) (why the mafia…?) and… if I had to make a guess and reverse engineer the plot from the dream details (which I know probably wouldn’t follow my awake logic), I’m pretty sure the plot was that mc was just minding his own business while li was suspecting mc of chasing li because mc’s under the assumption that the rumors are true and wants the exciting mafia-money life after the yakuza thing (the entire time mc had no idea who li or li’s family was). anyway in the dream mc and li were going on a tour in a palace (in europe??) and some passerby who knew about the yakuza thing and about some other viral public falling out between mc and li said some quip like ‘first the yakuza, then the mafia, what’s the next criminals organization going to be?’ and mc goes blithely like ‘well I’m still preoccupied with another guy, I’ll let you know’ and after the passerby leaves the li is like ‘>:| (mad that mc couldn’t outright say he was still li’s bf because li’s in disguise)’ and mc was like ‘well the only other option would be to say I’m not in any relationship that mattered’ and li was like ‘>:( (likes that even less)’ then while they were sitting at one of those small cafe tables li had to dive under one to hide from a little girl who was like. the daughter of aristocrats. the owner of the palace? because she has a huge crush on the li and is like 8 and li doesn’t want to deal with that. actually there was a more nonsense element of the dream which was that… mc and li went to pick up some kinda door dash equivalent and they kept passing food court-ish places on the way to the first floor. also I think I was really hungry while dreaming

#dream diary #I’ve been sleeping for like 2-3 hours and being awake for 1 hr then going back to sleep #which probably wont help my jetlag #I also might have a cold