#she's like: won't you come inside. i'll get you some clothes. maybe you can make a generous donation when youre sober
Hi Jade, I’m thinking about soulmate prince Steve again. Can I request something (any length) with reader starting to feel like she fits in and finding something she enjoys doing around the palace (lending a hand in the library? Working in the garden? Helping in the kitchen?) and someone makes a comment about it and she stands up for herself?
Basically I think it’d be nice to see how her relationship with Steve getting stronger helps her feel more confident in her position
prince steve au ♡ fem
You find that with proper instruction, time, and resources, you love to cook. It's an odd thing to discover in your twenties, perhaps; any of your peers who liked to cook were already learning by the time you left school, dipping into restaurants in the wealthier north city, or training for prestigious positions in the Palace kitchens.
Steve sneaks in to see you every now and then. You're pushing the brunt of your palm into a soft dough when you feel his touch, a quick stroke of the knuckle against your lower back before his hand comes up, cupping your shoulder.
"What's this?" he asks. "It looks good, smells good. You're smiling."
"Yes, I'm smiling, I'm happy. And you've come to see me."
"That's why you're smiling?" he asks.
A strand of hair has fallen into his eyes, and a second chunk follows as he leans in. Not to kiss you, though you'd probably welcome it, but to make sure you can see his smile too.
"Where's your crown?" you ask.
"I'm striking. How ridiculous it is they expect me to wear it in my own home, I don't care if there are deputies visiting."
"Can I take off my finery?" You've been dressed in very nice clothes considering they're now covered in flour, but the weight of the jewellery is the real annoyance. "It's too much, Steve."
Steve's gaze dips down to the mass of jewels held against your collarbone. "Too much," he agrees, reaching around you. His fingers brush the back of your neck, eliciting a tiny metal clink as he unclasps your necklace and pulls it free. "Much better. You don't need any of this to look fine." He pockets it.
You stroke the loose hairs from his face.
"Oh, sorry." You wipe at the smudge of flour you've left behind. "Sorry. I'm making it worse. Good thing you're so pale."
"Alright." He looks like he might giggle. "So mean to me. I'll go do some fencing in the sunshine and maybe you'll grow to love me." He does giggle, then, at his own joke no less.
He expresses that your loaf of bread should please god end up on his plate first, and then he kisses your cheek and tells you he'll see you at dinner. It's a very nice farewell that gives an extra aura of happiness to your bread-making.
"You won't actually give the Prince your bread, will?" one of the cooks asks.
It's innocuous, but it pisses you off. Steve is a Prince, yes, but he's your boyfriend, your soulmate (scream), he's your equal in partnership even if he's a royal, and isn't his treatment enough proof? Why would he come down to the kitchens to dote on you? Why would he ask to try your bread first?
"I don't appreciate the idea that it isn't worth his time. I'm making something and he likes me enough to want to try it. Why wouldn't I give it to him?" you ask, not angry, exactly, no icy cold zing. Just irritated and honest about it. "It might not be perfect, but if he wanted perfect he could ask for it."
"Who says you aren't perfect?" Steve asks.
You flush with heat. He grins at you and the cook who'd spoken, as well as the other assistants and apprentices who stop to stare. "Forgot to give you this." He presses a small pouch into your hand. "Dinner," he promises.
"See you," you promise back.
You let him leave before you turn from the counter to open his gifted pouch against your abdomen. Inside is a generous handful of sugar pear drops, the kind you ate together on your first stolen date a few weeks ago, and a note.
To tide you over.
P.s if I didn't make myself say it, you look super pretty today and I can't wait to see you tonight
–Steve
You put one of the sugar pear drops under your tongue and hide the note safe inside your jacket pocket, schooling your features into impassiveness as your soulmark glows a gauzy cerulean.
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hi! i just came by your work last night, loved it! stayed up reading it! 11/10 *cheff kiss* Are you up for a petition? maybe another mizuxreader, perhaps villainxhero kinda situation. the reader could be one of the money/sex hungry affiliated with the white man (not a white men herself but like a lap dog of someone with higher power than Abijah Fowle). instead of mizu taking Fowler she takes the *reader*, keeps her alive and makes her speak 7u7 maybe scream. they end up helping each other in the end after much fighting. ofc adding some nsfw there pfff if that wasnt obvious.
hope you see this! lmfao
Omg, yes!! Genius. This set something ablaze inside me (especially since I love witty villain characters). I was thinking about making this a one shot tho, but if yall want a second part tell me, and i'll try. Try. Anyways, this'll be more lighthearted than my other works. Oh, and I'm sorry if this isn't how you imagined the story to go. I interpreted some of the originaly show's story, but mostly I just wen't along with what's the easiest to get my own story going, and I probably got some cannon info wrong too, but please don't yell at me lmao.
Btw!! I'm really glad i got a request!! So thank you! If anyone has any other ideas, I'd be glad to try and working with it!!
Okay, enjoy!!
ℕ𝕖𝕜𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕤𝕥.
When Mizu pulled up to tea with Heji Shindou, instead of the half-blad old guy, she was faced with you. Some woman in strange clothing. It seemed like it was a mix of western clothing, and some japanese casual wear. You even had your hair down, letting it flow freely. How unusual.
"Ah, the infamous samurai who is tearing through anyone in his way!" You say with a smirk on your face, opening up your arms. "Come, come. Oh, and I see you've bought a dog too." You add, looking smugly at Taigen.
"How dare-" He starts, but gets shut down by Mizu quickly, and the two follow you to sit down.
"So, I've heard you're after the white men, huh?" You say, not sitting on your knees, but sitting down criss-cross style. "Why? What is it that you're after? Money?" You ask, starting to pour some tea.
"I don't need things like that. I have a vow. I swore revenge." Mizu says simply. "And what is it that you need from me?"
"Oh, nada." You shrug. "I'm just willing to offer a deal." You shoot the both of them a smirk. "I'd love to have that fat bastard dead too! My loyalty isn't with him at all!" You say it like it's the most exciting thing ever. "You see, that sack of shit has everything in the world! Money, power, connections...and he's still complaining! Ha! Meaning, he doesn't deserve it." You say as you lift your tea and take a sip. "I, on the other hand, would take much better care of his privilages."
"So you want me to kill him so you can take his place?" Mizu asks, highly suspicious. She glances at Taigen, who is still giving you a dirty look for your comment from earlier.
"Yap." You nod, tossing down your cup. "Fowler wouldn't be an easy target, so without my help, you could already start planning your funeral." You say, but now a small dangerous glint appears in your eyes.
"And why should I trust you?" Mizu asks, her eyes narrowing at you, but your smirk doesn't falter.
"You shouldn't. Didn't you mother tell you not to trust strangers?" You say with a chuckle and Mizu rewards it with a small glare. A small, but cold one. "Still, it's up to you. Do you wanna kill that bastard so much you're willing to take the risk?"
"And how do we know this is not an ambush? That you won't just kill us if we say no?" Taigen cuts in, putting his hands on the table which you reward with your smile getting smugger.
"Oh, please." You put your hands up in defense. "You really think I'd waste weapons and men on you?" You say, looking him straight in the eye. "And besides, you won't say no." You look back at Mizu. "My deal has only benefits for you. You'll just have to gulp down some self respect."
Mizu raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" She can't deny, having someone close to Fowler himself helping her would be a huge positive, but...you just seem so sly. Like a cat.
"Ah, you see, I can get you inside Fowler's little residence." You stand up to pull of a blanket off a big barrel. "You'd fit inside quite well. You're a scrawny thing anyways." You say with a taunting smirk.
"It's a trap!" Taigen says to Mizu right away, but Mizu seems unfazed and steps closer. "How exactly would you get me inside?"
"Aw, I wanted that one to be a surprise." You say with a mock pout. "Fowler thinks I'm out getting a good deal on sake, and I kinda am." You take the barrel's to of, revealing that it's half full of sake. "I'd have you delivered right to his nose."
"You'd die." Taigen cuts in again, and Mizu can see your eye twitch at that.
"Could you shut your lil' pet up? The adults are talking." You say, your smirk disappearing.
"She's obviously untrustworthy!" Taigen draws his sword on a whim, but he's met with a revolver to his head right away.
"Don't try that shit with me." You say, tilting your head at him, but you then seel Mizu's blade at your nape. "Touché." You mutter.
"So what now?" You ask with a smirk breaking out on your face again. "Kill me and lose your only chance at killing the man you swore to slay down? Ha! Go on then." You say, glancing over at your shoulder at her, and you see Mizu tense up.
Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain in your head and you fall to the ground. Mizu hit you with the hilt of her blade, stripping you of your conciousness.
The next thing you see is a capmfire and a siluette around you. As you blink a lot to clear your vision, you notice Mizu and as you look down, ropes around you. She tied you up.
"So you didn't kill me after all." You say out loud, getting Mizu's attention. "The other guy? The one with a bald spot and a funny glare. The dog." You look around.
"Away." Mizu shrugs simply. It's the truth though, Ringo is away in a nearby town, getting supplements for the road, and she left Taigen with a promise of a later duel.
"So...What is you plan now, big bad samurai? Try and torture me into telling you shit? Ha!" You say, wriggling in the ropes.
"I'm planning to exchange you for information." Mizu says simply, staring at the campfire. "I'm sure Heji Shindo would like to have you back."
You grit your teeth. "That old fucker doesn't give a shit about anything but his money and his dick. I'm sure that power hungry bastard is happy I'm gone." You say, scoffing. "But go on, try." Suddenly, you realize something. "What did you do with my gun?" You ask in a hurry, trying to feel around at your hilt.
Suddenly, Mizu lifts your gun, holding it between two fingers. "This?" She asks, looking at you from the corner of her eyes.
"Don't you dare lose it! I want it back when you're done with me!" You stomp your foot as much as you can.
"You know, for someone talking so big earlier, you're quite pissy now." Mizu says, rolling her eyes and you huff in response.
Then...as you glanced back at the fire, you noticed a small pot, boiling. You tried to lift yourself to see what's in it, but the ropes didn't allowed you to.
"...if I starve to death, I'm just gonna be a waste, you know." You mumble under your nose, and Mizu snorts. She then reaches for the pot, and pours out some what seems like soup into a small bowl and she puts it beside you.
You stare at the bowl, your eye twitching. "I can't reach it." You say, your eyebrows creasing together and she just looks at you with a small, amused grin.
"Huh." She says, leaning back on her hands. "Really?" She taunts you. Oh, this woman is horrible. Fine, you think. In one swift motion, you move your leg as much as you're able, and kick the bowl, spilling it all on Mizu.
Mizu's eyes widen and she looks down on her clothes. "...oh, you little bitch." She hisses at you.
"Come, kill me then!" You stick out your tongue childishly.
"You know damn well I could!" Mizu huffs back, throwing the bowl at you.
"Ha-ha, your whole little quest depends on me!" You laugh right into her face and wriggle your legs. Mizu almost growls at you and suddenly she picks up your gun again, and holds it above the fire, threathening to drop it.
"No!" You yell out, and fall forward, and bite into her ankle. Mizu yanks her leg away with a hiss and reaches down to pull you up by your collar.
"Okay, what's your fucking deal?" She says from behind greitted teeth.
"What's yours?" You ask right back, snarling right back at her. "If you'd wanted to kill me, you'd have done it by now. So, want me to talk? Earn it!" You say, getting closer to her face, trying to stand your ground.
"The fuck you want?" Mizu tosses you away, and sits at a reasonable distance from you. "To have Fowler dead? Then just tell me how to get in, and where he is!"
"I want you to untie me, and hand me back my gun!" You demand, and lift your nose, refusing to look at her.
"What's so great about this gun anyways?" Mizu picks up the gun again and looks at it more closely. It's obviously a western gun with a leather grip and engravings along it's barrel in the form of some kind of bird.
You scoff in response. "That was my first gun. It's special." You say like it's the most obvious thing ever. "I will bring it with me when I finally travel aboard, away from this stuck-in-the-past land."
"Huh?" Mizu raises her eyebrows. "You wanna leave Japan? For what?" She asks mockingly.
"Because! This place isn't wide enough for my potential! After Fowler is out of the picture, I will visit take his money and go to London. Start a new life and all. I will really bloom there." You say, rolling onto your back. "People will understand me there."
Mizu narrows her eyes. "I don't think people in Japan are the problem, you're just a common lunatic." That earns a chuckle from you.
"Says the guy who is set out to kill four men he doesn't know shit about." You says, glancing at her, and Mizu can't help herself, cracks a smirk.
"You have guts to talk back to your captor, you know." She says and lifts her eyebrows in amusement. She glances up at the sky too. The stars are very bright tonight.
"You won't kill me." You say, tilting your head so that you're looking straight at her. It's just now that she notcied how nicely the stars reflect in your eyes. Your eyes now look calm, and they don't have any slyness, or mischief in them at the moment. "It wouldn't benefit you." You shrug. "And torturing me would be useless. Pain passes."
"Say," Mizu starts, looking back at the fire. "You said that you're not loyal to Fowler. So who are you loyal to?"
"Me." You say withouth hesitation. "The one who I want the best for and I trust the most is myself. I'm not loyal to any old, egostical bastard with money, like most people in this country are." Say say it with disgust. "I never was and never will be loyal to anyone else, but me."
Mizu scoffs. "What are you, a stray cat?" She asks with a hint of amusement as she looks down at you. "That just makes you even more untrustworty."
You scoff back. "Who said that I want to be trustwhorty?" You ask, rolling your eyes. "Plus, I'm free. Well, not yet, but I will be. And it's not like you can say the same."
Mizu can't help but snicker. "Is that it? Freedom? I'm free enough, thank you."
"Naaaaah." You shake your head. "You're tied down by your own revenge. It tells you where to go, what to see, what to feel...if I told you where's Fowler, you'd get going by tomorrow. Even if I told you you'd die, you'd still go. Not because you want to die, but because that's the only thing you know. Revenge and rage. You'd jump in the well if I said Fowler's at the bottom of it." You say boldly, and look her straight in the eyes before you smirk slyly.
"You think you know everything, huh?" Mizu frowns and gets up to you, grabbing you by the hair. "You know nothing of me. I need this. I will throw my life away if I have to, to finish what I've started, so I won't think twice about taking yours too."
"You're all talk about killing me. Deep down, you know you need me." You taunt her. "You won't find that bastard withouth me. I work under his arm, I could get you there soooo easily, but you're throwing it away because you get too emotional." Your smirk gets even more smug. You kinda look like a cat, Mizu notices again. A cat that has just pushed off something expensive off a shelf, breaking it, and knowing it too.
Mizu noticed that sometimes you force that smugness into your little smirks. She sees it because the corners of your lips twitch. In reality, you are scared of her, but you'd rather die than let her see that. She never met a woman like you. She doesn't know how you got to the place you are, but she respects it. And still, you kow she could take your life. You're tied up, tripped of your weapons and vulnerable, yet you still taunt her. You're very annoying but somehow she can't help but admire your bravery. But the moment you're cornerned into a corner, you hiss and scratch.
After that, she lets you go and walks to be at a good six and a half feet away from you before she lays down, and decides to sleep withouth another word. Not much time passes when Mizu stays sleepless, but she hears you snore. And for some reason, she can't help but smile. You breathe through your mouth when you sleep. It's kind of cute.
The next couple of days are spent with Mizu travelling with Ringo and Taigen, and she drags you along too. Literally. She drags you while you're tied up. During those days, you managed to talk to Ringo a lot. Most of the time he's the one who's assigned to watch over you, and it doesn't seem like he has even as much as a mean bone in his body. You could even call some of your conversations pleasent. The other two on the other hand...you sometimes talk to Mizu and you two always end up in a neck to neck situation. Mizu wants to get you to talk, but she hasn't hurt you yet. She just always threathens you, yells and curses. You just flat out insult her at every chance you get though. It's not because you hate her, persay, but because you find it funny. You're being held captive after all, you need to use every chance you get to have fun.
Currently, you are left alone for the first time in weeks, as the others left your outside of town while they get something done. When you're sure they're out of seeing and hearing range, you start to rub the ropes on your wrist against a bigger rock you've found, trying to "saw" through it. When that irritating thing finally snaps, and you begind to get yourself free, you suddenly hear a very menacing sound from behind.
"The fuck are you doing?" You turn your head and see Mizu, glaring and gripping her sword. Fuck, you think and as she charges at you. You quickly throw away the rest of your ropes, and dogde out of the way. You didn't got to where you are now withouth knowing how to stand your ground, and defending yourself...and knowing how to cheat, of course.
You jump to your feet and get behind Mizu, and with one swift, forward kick to her side, you don't just get her to grunt and almost fall, you also send your gun flying from her side. By now, you've learned that that's where she keeps it. You're still just happy she didn't outright get rid of it. As the gun slides on the cold ground, you jump after it while Mizu regains her composure, and finally obtain it once again.
"Yes!" You silently cheer to yourself and point the gun at Mizu, who just looks at you, her blade covering half her face.
You gulp. Do you really wanna fire at Mizu? Kill her even? You did kinda want to kill her and betray her at first, but now you're...not sure. Sure, she's an asshole but...over those days as being her captive, you learned some things about her...she's not as heartless and cold. She fed you herself, she managed to keep you safe, even if she kept you in robes, and she just wants revenge...she even kept your gun safe.
But you can't show weakness. That's not what you stand for, so you shoot, but aim at her leg. She dodges of course, and manages to pin you down with her blade at your neck, but your gun at her stomach.
You just stare at her eachother, panting, not sure who's gonna kill who first. Mizu stares into your eyes, seeing her own reflection in them. Suddenly she notices that familiar glint in them, and how you swallow while panting, and how nose moves when you take a deep breath...and she feels her stomach fluttering. With adrenaling flowing through her veins and her skin haven't feeling contact with someone else's for so long, she makes a decision. A quick, and a little foolish one.
She pushes her lips against yours, her eyes closing and her breathing speeding up even more. And to her biggest surprise...you kiss back right away. It's all happening so fast. One minute you're nearly killing eachother, and in the other, you're passionately making out with her hands under your clothes, feeling your skin with your weapons thrown to the side.
"Asshole. You fired at me." Mizu mumbles into the kiss, her hands firmly feeling up the skin on your sides, while you rin your hands down her spine.
"Dickhead. You kept me tied up for weeks." You mumble back, gently biting into her lower lip, which Mizu rewards with a small gasp. Suddenly, she feels your hands under her clothes too.
"I knew it." You whisper. "A man could never have a soul like yours." You say and pull her back into a kiss. You feel her knees between your legs, pushing at your core, and in response you squeeze one of her breasts. Mizu starts to get rid of your clothes one by one, and as she does that, you quickly strip her of her own too.
Mizu's slander fingers slowly travel to your slit, but as she does, you grip her wrist and stop her. "No." You mumble. "Not like this." You flip her over (not easily though, she fights back even now), and look down at her naked form, quickly throwing away her chest bindings too.
"Fuck..." You mumble as you carefully align your core with hers, your clits touching, and moving together with every breath. And as you start to move gently, holding yourself up on your hands next to her head, you can hear her moan. She grinds back against yours, your juices mixing together. Even in this moment, it's as if you're both fighting for dominance. You don't know when will Mizu just reach up and choke you to death, but honestly? That's the best part.
You feel her hands around you, one clawing at your back, the other on your jaw...then cheeks, then lips, then the last thing you know is that she's forcing a finger inside of your mouth while you quietly moan and bite down on it. In response you push harder against her, almost squishing her clit with yours, which end in a louder moan from both of you.
"Can't...can't fucking take it..." Mizu moans, pushing her finger deeper inside your mouth before she retreats it, and uses her other hand to pull on your hair instead.
"What? Gonna cum? Ha." You manage to murmur out, not being able to stop your hips, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge too.
"You...fucking wish...ah!" Mizu's whole body twitches as you angle yourself a little differently, giving a whole new sensation to both of you, making you bite into her shoulder while she grips a handful of your hair thightly. And with that, a louder, choked back moan escpaed from both of you...being in perfect balance with eachother, and reaching your climax at the same time.
You stay there, just quietly panting and laying there, on top of eachother in silence for a while. You ahve your face burried into Mizu's neck, basking in her scent while Mizu still has her hand in your hair, feeling it's texture against her cheek.
"...you gotta go through a tunnel." You mumble.
"What?" Mizu perk up, lifting your head by your hair to look into your eyes.
"To get into Fowler's castle. You gotta go through a tunnel that is like...twenty steps away from the road's end and is filled to the brim with traps." You mumble, having your eyes open only halfway. "You gotta head East after you leave the last small village before the forest."
Mizu takes all that in. Now she knows how to get there...now she knows everything. "So that's what it took you to talk? For me to fuck you?"
"I fucked you." You say with a huff and get off of her, putting your clothes back on. "Well, I guess you got what you wanted, and I'm free too." You say, not really sure why. There are no ropes holding you back anymore, so...íthis is your cue to leave, isn't it?
"Wait, where are you going?" Mizu sits up, looking after you.
"Back to Fowler." You shrug. "I'm still his right hand. He probably sent men to find me." You sigh as you finish dressing up. "See you...at the castle." You say, look at her above your shoulder.
"..." Mizu narrows her eyes. "Fuck you." She spits.
"Check." You put on that so familiar smug smirk and hold up a thumbs up. "Spare me a seat in the audience when you cut his head off." You wave as you start walking away.
"...like a fucking stray cat." Mizu sighs, and before you dissappear, the last thing she sees is your wink.
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My New Boss (e.o)
Requested <3
LizziexFem Reader
GxG
Legal age gap 🤭 y/n is 22 lizzie is 34
Did ya miss me 😏😏 sorry for not updating haha had a shitty few weeks I'm currently hungover so fricking bad so thought I'd give yall a one shot gonna try and update a few so send me requests please I go on holiday in 10 daya so gonna try and update a few before then ✌🏻
Y/ns POV:
I look over to my roommate June who has a huge smirk on her face "what it's 7am why are you smirking at me" I say rolling my eyes as I grab my cup of coffee "someone's looking all cute and sexy for her boss" I don't even need to look at her I can hear her smirk "no, no" i start as I look down at my outfit a simple cute shirt with a shortish skirt and some simple black heels "this is just smart work clothes" I huff as she laughs "yeah yeah I've seen your boss and that is one hot milf" I frown "she doesn't have kids dickhead" she walks towards me placing her hands on my shoulders "maybe not but she's 34 and you're 22 she's 12 years older" I pull away and put my coffee cup in the dishwasher "I don't like her like that" I lie to myself and my roommate "I just admire her and somewhat look up to her she's always been nice to me that's it" I say as I make my way to the front door "now I gotta go or I'll be late" with that I quickly make my way to my car to start the short journey to work.
As I walk in and swipe my card I smile and greet the reception workers "morning ladies" I say with a smile as I make my way up towards my bosses office my heart beating a little faster as I stop and knock "come in" I hear her loud but sweet voice as I make my way inside "good morning miss olsen" I swear as she looks up her face lights up "well good morning y/n you look great today" she smiles as she places her pen down giving me her full attention "uh thank you, you too miss olsen" I blush playing with my fingers "that skirt is gonna have alot of eyes on you y/n" she speaks with a tone to her voice maybe jealousy no why would she be I clear my throat and straighten my skirt "I uh I'm sorry I didn't think it would be inappropriate miss olsen ill stick to pants" I say feeling my cheeks burn as I look into her eyes she has her bottom lip captured in her teeth "I think you should stick to the skirts you look extremely sexy" I feel my heart racing at her words "why don't you go grab us both a coffee and then ill give you work for the day not sure what needs done at the moment" I nod and turn to rush to the kitchen to pour 2 cups of coffee making my way back as quickly as possible "here you go miss olsen" I say as I place her coffee on the table as she gives me her adorable bright smile "please take a seat y/n" I sit as she looks at me "so you've been here 2 months now how are you finding it" she asks as she takes a sip of her coffee what sounds like a moan leaving her lips "I've absolutely loved it everyone is so friendly and made me feel so welcome, I have a great boss and great co workers what more can a girl want in a job" I smile as I hold my coffee in both in hands "that's great I'm glad you're loving it im hoping you stick around you're the best assistant/worker I've had working by in a long time you get the work done properly" I can't help smile like a fool as she praises me "oh I am indeed loving it and the people are great a few of the girls around the office invited me to a night out on Friday so I'm glad to be included" she frowns slightly as she tilts her head "a night out huh with drinking and stuff" she asks taking me by surprise as I nod sipping my coffee "well maybe I'll join you ladies" I almost chock on my coffee as my eyes widen, no fuck I can't have her near me or see me when I'm drunk what if I make a move or day something stupid and loose my job fuck "hey y/n where did you go, that wouldn't be a problem would it?" I try to compose myself as I sit straight "oh uh no that won't be a problem you are more than welcome to join us ill find out the details from the girls at lunch and ill let you know when and where" I smile kicking myself inside "great ill look forward to it" she smirks as she says it, fuck why does she look so good "can you take these files and copy them that should take you to lunch" she says as she pushes a pile of files I smile and get to work.
8 hours later:
I sigh slamming myself onto the couch as I get texts from 2 of the girls asking why I invited the boss I quickly inform them it was an accident as I throw my phone one the couch "damn was work that bad you look like shit" I hear June say as she plops down beside me I groan and look at her "lizzie was asking how I was finding the job and we where chatting and I told her I have a night out with the girls from work on Friday and now she's coming to I can't drink alcohol around her you know how I am, ill either think fuck it and make a move or I'll tell her something stupid" I rant as she laughs slightly "hey y/n calm down it will be OK here's what to do find a girl, drink and dance and have fun maybe get a kiss or two and you'll be fine if you have your attention on a cute girl you won't do anything stupid" I think for a second and sigh "yeah I guess you're right" i say standing up and I go to my room to get changed into shorts and a vest trying not to think about the night out in days.
AN: I genuinely hope this makes sense I feel it doesn't I wasn't planning on making it 2 parts but it was long before I even had a chance to put smut so the next part will be smut with a cheeky little night out with the boss 🤭 I hope yall are doing amazing! Remember drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗 😘 requestes are open as always, word count 1.2k
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ONCE UPON A TIME...
⤷ a series re-imagining famous fairy tales with assorted genshin women !
⤷ featuring:
beauty and the beast [eula lawrence]
➳ on the edges of mondstadt, nestled in the frigid mountains of dragonspine, is a lonely, forgotten castle. word around town is that within the cold stone walls is a monstrous beast, a scion of the cursed lawrence family. you are content to live your days far ignorant of such a rumor, but when your father gets into a terrible accident in the mountains, you have no choice but to take your chances with whatever lurks in the castle to save him.
the little mermaid [raiden ei]
➳ the world above the water has always fascinated you. the tales of rolling hills and towering mountains, vast plains and mystical forests; and of course, the people. the people who sing and dance and run along the shore, carefree and lively. you wish, and you wonder, what it's like to be part of that world. your wish is granted somewhat on a stormy night, when a ship crashes against the rocks and scatters its human occupants to the waves. against what you've been told, you rush to save the one person you can find--a beautiful, purple-haired woman, dressed in fine, ornate clothing. it's a meeting that will change your life, forever.
snow white [arlecchino]
➳ your step-mother wants you dead. you know as much, when she cast you from your own home and into the cold woods, setting a hunstman on your tail. you barely escape with your life. the little cottage you stumble upon as you run, and the seven little fools you find inside become your saving graces. you spend your days there in peace, and even meet a handsome, dual-tone haired prince who passes by the cottage ever so often on her hunts. but peace, as you've learned, is fragile, and your world is upended again when your step-mother discovers that you're alive. and you can't help but wonder--is a happily ever after simply not in your cards?
rapunzel [beidou]
➳ when you were born, your parents gave you to a sea monster. you don't know why, and you were never told why. all you know is that you are this beast's prisoner, forever to be locked away in a tower by the sea. there is no escape for you; the only exit is the window, and the only thing waiting beneath it are jagged rocks and harsh waves. the beast comes and goes, ascending your tower using your hair as a rope. he calls your name in a singing rhyme, and you let down your hair. only one night, it is not the beast whom climbs through your window--but a charming, pretty pirate, who brings the first light of companionship to your life.
cinderella [jean gunnhildr]
➳ life is not easy after your mother's death. your father does his best, yet the woman he brings home to replace her is cruel. but she makes your father happy (or at least, you tell yourself as much) so you keep your head down and do as she and her daughters order you to. it isn't too bad. the attic is your refuge, and the barn mice keep you company. in the dark you gaze through the window at the glittering palace in the distance, and you let yourself dream of a sweeter life. but magic--magic has a way of turning dreams to reality, and there is more magic in your life than you know.
⤷ notes/disclaimers :
➹ this will not be a 1:1 retelling! i will of course do my best to be as close as possible to the source material, but since i will be incorporating genshin lore into this as well, i will be taking several creative liberties. also, some of the source material is... dark, and i'll be changing that because i personally don't enjoy writing dark content of that level.
➹ this is currently not the finalised list! i plan to add maybe two more characters, but i have yet to figure out how to work their corresponding fairy tales.
➹ unfortunately, there won't be a upload schedule! as much as i wish i could write only this for the next few weeks, i have other life things to handle, so i'll only be working on this in my free time. nonetheless, i'll do my best to get them up as soon as i can.
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Drive with you forever
Chapter 1.1: coming home
Max Verstappen x reader x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri
Summary: Seb brings reader home for the first time
Warnings: mentions of abuse and neglect
Notes: cute moments with Seb. This is what I live for.
Masterlist
Seb looks beside him to the passenger seat of his car. The small girl he'd met just a couple weeks ago is finally coming home with him.
Hanna had gone back sooner to get a few things ready for her. They are basically starting from scratch. She needs new clothes, her hair is matted, she's smaller than she should be. It didn't dawn on him when he said yes that she was coming to them like this.
But he wouldn't have it any other way. In their small cross-country trip, he'd already grown fond of her. Christian is going to kill him later for needing a week off, but again, he couldn't care less.
He would've been home sooner if it wasn't for all the legal things they needed to tie up. Now she's officially his, last name and everything.
It's definitely going to be interesting having a newborn and a teenager around.
Her head is leaned up against the window. Soft music is playing in the background. She looks at peace.
There is something about this girl he can't figure out. From what he's been told, living situation was nothing short of inhumane.
One of the first things they did when she was allowed to stay with him and Hanna, was getting her hair taken care of. It looked absolutely painful. Hanna called a friend of hers to come help.
The girl had flinched at every motion, but the woman was patient and gentle with her. The was the first time she asked Seb not to leave her alone.
It was then they were told that the amount of neglect it takes for that to happen is ridiculous. The odd fatherly instinct that Seb has always had was kicked into gear. Maybe that's the reason he feels so connected to her.
Now her hair is a way that she wants it. The tears of joy she cried made him and Hanna shed a few as well.
Seb pulls into the driveway of his home. The girl perks up at the sight, frantically looking at him and then the house. It's not small by any means, but its peaceful and relatively secluded. A piece of land he intends to make into something great.
He parks and exits the car. Then he moves around the outside to open her door. "Welcome home."
Cautious. Every move she makes is cautious.
Even as they enter the house it's like she moves as if someone is going to jump out at her around every corner. He takes special notice of the way she touches nothing aside from the ground, and her steps are silent. She walks in a way that assures she won't make a sound.
Sebastian shows her around the house, making note of the most important places for her to remember. When he opens the door to what is her room now, his smiles at her. "This is yours."
She peaks her head inside with caution. Then she mumbles a 'thank you'. Seb can see the outline of tears in her cheeks. It shatters him.
"It's completely yours. You can decorate it however you want."
"Decorate?"
"Like fill it with things, move the furniture around, anything you like." He explains. Her confusion only makes him wonder if she even had a room at her previous place.
He's not sure that she really understands yet, but she nods at him anyway.
"Why don't you get settled in, feel free to explore the house and I'll come find you when it's time to eat?" He suggested. Sebastian had learned that even if she agrees with them, maybe she'll start to see that she can say no.
~
Seb joined his wife in the kitchen. Determined to give the teen some space to adjust to her surroundings and help Hanna with dinner.
"I've never wanted to commit a murder more than I do in this moment." He groans, throwing his arms around the waist of his wife.
"And why is that?"
"Because she looks petrified to step a toe in the wrong place."
Hanna turns to face him. Her head now resting on his chest. "Good thing she's here now. I know you'll protect her."
It's definitely going to be a challenge. They are already new parents and now they are in charge of a teenager. But they are a team, and they'll figure it out together.
~
Seb once again watches the girl at the table. He feels clueless. She has done nothing but stare at her food with her head down and hands neatly folded behind her.
He's noticed that she usually hides if she is in desperate need of food. He caught her once looking for food and she quickly fell to her knees begging for his forgiveness.
They'd yet to have a dinner all together at a table. Now he has no idea how to help her and that tiny voice in the back of his mind is trying to tell him he's not cut out for this. An annoyance he shakes away.
Hanna whispers to him that she's going to feed the baby and asks if he'll be okay. If he's honest, he doesn't know. But he shakes his head yes anyway.
Something of an idea hits him. He's not sure if it's a good one and will have to find out the hard way.
He switches his spot which was originally across from her to next to her. She still doesn't look at him. "Can I ask you a question?"
This seems to get her attention. Her eyes barely move to look at him at she slowly nods her head yes.
"Were you not allowed to eat? With your dad?" He says it as gently and carefully as possible.
He can see the tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. She barely is able to shake her head yes.
"Well here you're allowed to eat whenever you want."
It's a barely even a whisper. "Really?"
"I wouldn't lie about something like that."
The smile despite the tears almost makes him cry too. He wants to, but they still have dinner to get through.
~
The first time Seb sees her Scars, he also feels the rage he feels every time something about her past home life shows itself.
Hanna had given her a pair of shorts and a tank top to wear to bed. The girl's night terrors caused her to wake up sweating and Hanna had suggested something more breathable to help the issue.
The teen came down to say goodnight before she turned in and Seb had the urge to call anyone who could tell him where her father is.
The lines litter a majority of her now visible skin. Some even look recent, the botched stitching still holding them together.
He doesn't care whether they are bleeding or not; he wraps all of them. It's not much, but it's Sébastien's way of helping.
It's interesting to him how she smiles at the gesture. She actually finds his franticness amusing.
So he does it for every cut after.
~
The first time Seb had come home from a race after she came to live with them, he brought her back a blanket.
He wasn't thinking too much about it. Just saw it on his way out and thought of her.
She, however, thought it to be the best thing she'd ever seen. Hanna said she never goes anywhere without it. Even has to pry it away from her to wash it.
It hadn't dawned on him that she's probably never had a comfort item before. That blanket is probably the most comforting thing she's ever received.
So, when he asked her one day if she'd had anything to eat all day (Hanna said she was struggling), she immediately dropped to her knees.
He felt strange. She'd done this a few times and often as a result of her feeling she did something wrong.
Seb grabbed the blanket off her bed and wrapped it around her, then got on his knees in front of her to make them level.
It's never sat well with him, the idea of having someone beneath him. It feels dehumanizing.
She buries herself it the blanket. Seb can see her body relax at the feeling.
She may not be his biological daughter. But he loves her as his own.
~
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Yo! Can u do Boyfriend Gojo × Y/N
Where they get bored n then y/n suggests to do a fun role-playing game for passing time where she acts like a waitress welcoming gojo in her restaurant(imaginary) n he sits on the couch imagining it as luxurious chair of the restaurant or smtg n when she asks him "what would u like to eat sir?" He says "I would love to eat You~" then y/n becomes shocked n goes like "Gojo ur literally a customer in a Restaurant so act like one!" N then he gives some cocky reply like "isn't the work of a waiter is to listen to the customer?" then he makes things heated n then... ;)
(No need to write same exact dialogs btw I just wrote them for a reference)
Make it NSFW obv hehe 🍡
Thx in Advance I will be waiting for the reply ;)
Homemade Maid Cafe
Paring: Gojo x reader
pictures not mine!
Warnings: smut (sex on table, maid outfit, role-playing)
"(y/n)-chan, (y/n)-chan! Let's play something!"
You looked at your boyfriend who was standing next to you. Preventing you from leaving the wall you were standing against.
"A maid cafe?" you asked.
"Yeah! You know... I'm bored." He laughed.
"I noticed, Satoru. Also, I've seen you looking at descriptions about coffee shops like this." You said, waiting for what he would say next.
"You know, I was thinking... And I feel like playing role-play..." He muttered with a smile.
"It'll be dinner soon. But I'll play with you." You said looking towards the kitchen. Hoping to escape before he catches you.
Such fun always ends with one...
Especially if you're going to play it with him...
He put his hand on the wall behind you.
"Honey, you just recently said you were bored. Me too. So we can play something. Now." He smiled. "Besides, it's good. We will eat dinner. How about you be my waitress?"
You looked at him blushing. Even if you proposed it to him.
You know what he means...
Whenever he's bored, his thoughts come out as something perverted. When he's not trying to convince you to have sex, he's saying something related to it. Or touches you.
And this is something like this.
Or maybe he just wants something like this?
You won't know until you see it.
"Fine... What should I do?" you asked, watching his smile grow bigger every second.
He left for a while and then came back, handing you a transparent package with a maid's outfit inside.
"You've prepared for this, haven't you?"
You picked up the outfit.
You don't know if he was tying the right size.
Besides, you know exactly that he knows your clothes sizes. So it's no wonder he brings you outfits that fit.
But it's a bit smaller.
And you know exactly why. This man loves to watch you put on his clothes. He feels so proud then. And you look nice wearing his shirt hanging off your body. Or that his shirt sticks to your breasts sometimes. Especially when you don't wear a bra and your nipples stick out.
Then shivers run down his spine and the heat only goes between his legs, pumping blood to the body part he's been using too much on you already.
And even more, he loves to see you in clothes that cling to your body. Showing him every roundness.
At least this outfit is not a variety for a small child. You'll fit in it easily.
You're only concerned about the length of the skirt.
He might as well have bought it at a sex shop. And in such a store there are no other outfits than those that are too short, revealing too much, or those that have holes in the material in places other than just for legs, arms and head.
"I've been wondering what you'd look like in this for a while."
You took your clothes to the bathroom and started changing.
When you left, you saw him sitting on the couch with his legs spread. And in front of him was the low table that had been in the living room for as long as you can remember.
"You look beautiful!" He said cheerfully.
"Sir, it's not nice to comment so loudly on the waitress' outfit." You said getting into the role.
If he laughs at it, you'll burn with shame.
Or you burn him.
You could have made up a funeral game or an accountant game. Nah... If you were playing funeral and the table or the bed was a fake coffin, he'd jump on you and start fucking you...
If you were playing accounting, he'd make you change into a skirt, shirt, and jacket, and he'd throw you on the desk and fuck you. So either way, it's going to end badly.
At least now while you're his "waitress", you can go up to him, ask him what he wants to eat, then you'll serve him his dinner, and that's it...
"You should sit at the kitchen table. It would look more like a restaurant." You said pointing to the chairs.
"Nope. I'm in a fancy restaurant where I'm sitting on the couch. And I'm served by the most beautiful waitress." He smiled wildly, looking at your body over his glasses.
"Fine." You reached into the apron you were wearing and pulled out the small notebook that came with it.
You walked over to him.
"What would you like to eat, sir?" You asked.
Maybe he'll like this game if you fit your role perfectly.
He was staring at the table with his fingers on his chin.
You thought he was thinking about what's for dinner tonight so he could say it.
He suddenly smiled and looked at you.
"Oh, I know. I'd like to order an orange juice." he said looking at you.
You wrote it down in a little notebook.
"What to eat?" You asked with a pen ready to write on a piece of paper.
"I'd like to eat you~."
You widened your eyes at his perverted comment.
You looked at him and, shocked, decided to step out of your role for a moment to tell him your opinion.
"Satoru, you are literally a restaurant customer. So act like a customer!" you said before clearing your throat. "So what would you like to eat?"
"I want to eat you, baby."
You thought you'd break a pink pen in your hand when you heard that.
"You should not -".
He interrupted you.
"Excuse me, but isn't a waiter's job to listen to the customer?" There was still a smile on his face.
You decided to stay calm and continue.
"Today I'm offering you baked chicken with vegetables." You said with a smile.
"No thanks. I feel like something different today."
"What is this?"
You wanted to come over and throw that pen at him if he said anything about eating you.
"Something sweet."
You nodded. It was normal.
"What exactly?" you asked.
"Uhm... your sweet pussy~."
You clenched your fists and wanted to punch him.
But how much he only mentioned about fucking you made you wet.
Why don't you play his game?
It can be interesting and enjoyable.
"What exactly do you want, sir?" You asked again.
"Your body now on this table. No panties, pussy towards me."
More moisture gathered between your legs.
"Perhaps you prefer chicken, though? I recommend it." You said with a smile.
Suddenly he got up.
"No. I want my order. That's what I said. Unless you want me to talk to your boss."
Oh yes, you want to play this game.
"boss? Why boss, sir? I don't want to lose my job. Chicken is our dish of the day..." you said softly. Getting into the role too much.
A dangerous customer in a restaurant? Oh yes.
"I want my order. I'll come for chicken another time. I know it's probably delicious." he replied.
"Please sir-."
"I'm going to the boss. Guide me. I'll turn to him and you will be punished."
"Oh no! Please! Don't tell the boss! I will be a good waitress. I don't want to lose this job. Please sir~."
Hearing your sounds made his cock harden in his pants.
"Will you be a good little waitress and fill my order? I'm really hungry. And really generous. I'll tip you for a job well done." He said as he sat back on the couch.
He spread his legs, showing how comfortable he felt.
This game was interesting...
You walked over to the empty table in front of him and slowly pulled your panties off.
You knelt in front of him, grabbing his sweatpants and pulling the material down.
Allowing the hard, standing cock to pop out.
"Here is your order. I hope you will enjoy the service and the meal."
Saying that, you opened your mouth, letting the mushroom pink tip into your mouth. Listening to his contented purr.
As your pussy dripped from how aroused you were by sucking him, he pushed your face away.
He let you straighten up as you knelt in front of him.
"Is that what you ordered?" You asked innocently.
"Yeah. The appetizer was perfect. Please give me the main course." he said with a smile and gestured for you to turn around.
He pushed you gently onto the table until your breasts were pressed against the wood.
He pushed the couch with his foot so he could kneel behind you and have plenty of room.
He lifted your skirt and curved it, arranging the fabric so it wouldn't get in the way.
He put his knee between your calves, signaling you to spread your legs.
As you did, he also placed his other knee between your calves, widening your stance even a little more.
Grabbing his cock, he placed the tip against your shiny pussy, sliding down your hole and slapping against your clit.
"Mhm~ The main course looks delicious~." he murmured before inserting the tip into you
You purred as you lay on the table, feeling him slowly fill you up and then pull you out to hit you deep next time.
"A sweet waitress like you is perfect for customer service." He said placing his hands on your hips, lifting them slightly. He held to get the leverage so he could fuck you at a fast pace.
The moisture that gathered in your warm core allowed him to do so.
"This is a perfectly prepared meal. Nothing is dry. It's juicy and delicious. I want to eat a dish like this more often~" he moaned pulling your hips closer as he fucked you.
As you moaned, you searched for anything to put your hands there.
You found the corner of the table with one hand.
His hips hit yours at breakneck speed. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
The fact that your body was pressed against the table made the table scrape on the floor. And you, too, felt the strength and speed of his thrusts.
Your belly, or rather lower abdomen, was pressed against the wood. That's why you felt even more clearly how he pressed deep inside you, in a straight line. Reaching even deeper.
Even if your eyes were watery, behind your mouth drooling, you found your way to his body with your hand.
And you put your hand right over his cock.
The way you could feel the veins under his skin under your fingers. And the fine pubic hair he sometimes doesn't shave off. Not that it bothers you.
He slowly began to stretch out. He left only the tip inside, but as he moved, his cock snapped back, slamming the tip wet in your fluids into his stomach.
Thus touching your hand.
"You're a nice waitress. I'm a generous customer, and in return for such a delicious meal, I'll tip you."
He suddenly thrust into you again, moving inside you even faster. Making you scream and cry as you lay on the table. Your legs twitched as you tried to tighten them, but his knees prevented you from doing so.
You couldn't stop a client who was making your pussy spasm. That held you in place and prevented you from changing position.
His tip for you was too nice.
As he placed his thumb on your clit, you reached for his wrist to stop him.
But before you could push his fingers away, you came, spilling your juices all over him. Tightening it, alternately pushing out waves of your wetness that made it so slippery. However, he continued to move within you. But he slowed down to only slow thrusts so as not to leave you empty.
Then he pulled a length of it out of you with a loud, wet sound.
Your body was shaking and your face was red. When he touched the tip of your pussy, you let out a soft moan.
He covered wet length with his boxers, and lifted you off the floor.
Swinging you gently over his shoulder.
"I think I'd like some more dessert. I've got a craving for that pussy. It looks sweet and delicious~."
You can't... Especially with his mouth pressing into your pussy...
But well, your client is your master. You listen to what your boyfriend/customer says.
Humming, he went to your bedroom.
Oh... You forgot to bring him the orange juice he wanted...
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hi i love your writing it makes my heart feel so funny and warm so thank you🫶🏾🫶🏾. i was wondering if you could write for sharky. maybe something about sharky meeting y/n at kenny's birthday party and then y/n gets really drunk so sharky offers to bring them home and in the end its just all really cute and fluffy and all the boys are teasing him afterwards.
love this, it’s so cute 🤭
That One Room | Sharky |
warnings: language
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"Oh god this fucking dress." You huff as you pull the bottom down, annoyed at your choice of clothing.
"What? It's so cute!" Your friend Nella looked you up and down through the bathroom mirror. You gave her a "seriously?" look and walked out of the bathroom into your hotel room.
You glanced at the time on your phone "It's almost 11:00." You say as Nella plops down on the couch next to you with a big tired groan. You sit down beside her and close your eyes, enjoying the quiet for a bit.
Today was the 20th of March. Kenny's birthday.
Yes the Kenny from YouTube's Beta Squad. You personally knew him from FootAsylum, and because of your weekly shootings, you had become good friends. Maybe not too good, but good enough for him to invite you to his massive celebration right in the middle of London.
He rented out a whole floor at one of London's fancy hotels (which you didn't even know the name of) and invited a shit ton of people.
Crazy guy is what you thought.
The floor was mostly a club or some sort of disco area and the rest of it was an indoor pool.
Weird.
And knowing that you'd probably get drunk out of your mind, and because you didn't want to drive back and forth through London, you and Nella did what basically everyone else did: get a hotel room a couple of floors below (couple of floors because no one wants to hear booming music in their drunken sleep).
And as you and Nella laid around on the couch, you couldn't stop complaining about your dress and the fact that it kept riding up and almost revealing your butt, little did you know that that was something you will have forgotten about almost instantly.
"Girl I got you. I won't be leaving your side. I'll cover your precious ass." She joked.
"Nells I'm serious!" You gave her a shove "I'm not going to survive the embarrassment if tomorrow a drunk video of me in my underwear will be surfing the net!"
"Oh god y/n, these aren't Hollywood superstars. I know like more than half of these people and they aren't as vile as you think they are!" Nella had a point. You had only just began your whole YouTube career after one of your FootAsylum videos skyrocketed and you became (not a well-known) but a known influencer.
As worried as you were, you might've been overreacting a little. You knew a good amount of people (or more like heard of them) that were coming and really nothing could go wrong.
"Hey, Kenny." You say as he waved from inside the party room that was practically empty.
"Where is everyone?" You quiz as you lean in for a greeting hug.
"You guys actually came early." A tint of enthusiasm was heard in his voice which made you feel welcomed and wanted.
"You guys can do whatever you want. Toilet's down the hallway and out the door, it's both men and women so don't get scared, bar is right there," Kenny pointed to a fancy setup which was mostly made up of glass "If you need to get away you can go down the other hallway, there's like couches or something...but honestly I doubt anyone will use that room. Pool, smoke room I think they have hookas there-"
"Shiiit," Nella grins excitedly.
"Yeah and uh if you need anything come to me." Kenny claps his hands and looks at both of you.
There's nothing you can do except nod, all of a sudden all the previous worry washed away. This place was too good and too worth it to be hiding in a little corner.
Five minutes later you and Nella ended up splitting. You went to the bar and she was too intrigued by the hookas that she couldn't wait until you got your hands on at least one drink.
You hop on the stool in-front of the counter and smile at the bartender "One Negroni please."
"Yes ma'am," he says extra formally, in a joking way, and starts throwing bottles around and doing...bartender-y things.
While he was working his magic, you were busy looking around the room. A few more faces showed up and some of them looked familiar. You recognized Chunkz, Niko and there were two more guys, names of which you struggled to recall.
One thing you knew for sure is that they were part of the Beta Squad and you thought you even saw one on the set of FootAsylum's Liar Liar. Your thoughts were quickly cleared and forgotten as the satisfying clinging of the glass caught your attention. You turned around and saw your drink, instantly grinning and picking it up "Thank you." You nodded and turned to face the spacious room, determined to find Nella as fast as possible.
You didn't really need to "search" for her. You knew exactly where she was at.
"I'm scared for your lungs." You stood over Nella, who was spread out on the couch, blowing puffs of smoke in your face.
"Ironic. Well I'm worried for your kidneys." She points at the drink in your hand and sends another cloud at you, making you break out into a series of coughs.
"Right-" you wheeze "I'll be at the bar if you need me." You cover your mouth and hurry out of the room, sighing as you felt the fresh cold and airconed air hit your skin.
During everything that was mentioned earlier, somewhere in the middle of the room all of Beta Squad, along with Harry and Filly, were exchanging thoughts on the upcoming party.
"This place looks fire." AJ said, looking around in awe.
"Yeah, crazy how many people he invited." Niko chuckled pointing at Kenny.
"What? How many?" Chunkz raised his eyebrows, sure that it couldn't be that much.
"Not that much," Kenny tried looking away.
"Oh yeah, yeah," Niko said sarcastically "I saw the list. It's mad, I'm telling you he's gone up to every single person in London and asked if they wanna come."
Everyone laughed at Niko's comment.
"Nah it'll be fun." Kenny nodded "It's a chance for everyone to meet new people." He shrugged.
"Yeah or clart them." Harry blurted out, all his jokes being more out of pocket than the previous ones.
"Woooaahhh!" Chunkz exclaimed while everyone laughed, probably more from how awkwardly Harry had said it rather than the actual "joke".
"On the topic of new people." Sharky spoke up, coming over to Kenny and placing a hand on his shoulder "Who's that with Nella."
Kenny followed Sharky's gaze, seeing you talking to Nella next to the bar.
Of course everyone else looked.
"Guys don't stare!" Sharky whispered aggressively, nudging Chunkz and Niko that were closest to him.
"Yeah see he gets what I mean." Harry said, referring to his previous joke.
"Tsk, Harry what the hell." Sharky furrowed his eyebrows while everyone tried to hide their giggles and smiles.
"That's y/n." Kenny turned back to his friend "Haven't you met before?"
Sharky shook his head "I think I would've remembered."
Kenny shrugged "I can introduce you."
A few woo’s and ooh’s emitted from the guys, which Sharky quickly had to shush down.
"No I don't want it to be awkward." He glanced at you one more time, this time seeing you by yourself while Nella went to the smoke room.
"Go talk to her," Niko poked Sharky's shoulder "While she's alone."
"Nooooo," Sharky hissed at Niko, flicking away his finger "It's gonna be awkward as fuck."
"Pussy." AJ stated.
"Aje shut the fuck up." Sharky fired back "I said I don't wanna scare her."
"Or maybe you're just scared yourself." Kenny grinned.
"You too? Seriously?"
"Ok, ok, sorry." Kenny put his arms on Sharkys shoulders and hurried to apologize.
"How about Kenny just introduces all of us to her and then like...you know," Chunkz moved his eyebrows up and down.
"Yeah that could work." Kenny nodded.
"Can't believe Sharky's scared of gyal." AJ snickered from behind Filly, who was also trying not to laugh.
It really came as a shock to everyone that one of the most good looking guys of the group was scared to approach a lady, despite Sharky saying that "he didn't want to scare you off". Yes, maybe he didn't, but he was also scared himself, just like Kenny had said.
Fast forward back to the present where you were walking out of the hookah room. You took a sip of your Negroni before opening the door and as you did, you were caught off guard by the group of people that were right in front of you. Your breathe hitched but instead of breathing air you inhaled a bit of your drink and began coughing.
"Oh shit we did scare her." AJ commented from behind everyone. Luckily it wasn't too bad to get everyone worried.
"y/n, remember how you asked me about the Beta Squad?" Kenny gleamed at you.
You cleared your throat "Yeah."
"Well I'd like to introduce you to Chunkz," you shook his hand, of course you knew Chunkz, "And this is Niko-"
"Nice to meet you." He was very tall in person.
"AJ," that's who looked familiar off of FootAsylum's set "Then you've seen these two around often on shooting, Filly and Harry."
"Hi," you tried to put on a friendly smile, but really you were terrified by the amount of people you were in front of right now.
"And Sharky."
You extended your arm out before looking up. As you did, your fake smile quickly turned into a real one as you acknowledged the man before you. You shook hands too and as you did his friends spoke up.
"He likes football." Someone stated.
"He can drive-"
"Also he started cooking-"
You furrowed your eyebrows and chuckled in confusion as the comments kept coming.
"Yeah he makes the best soups-"
"Guys what the hell." Sharky tried to get everyone to calm down, but no one was planning on stopping. They didn't do it out of jokes, they genuinely wanted to present their friend.
"He has a podcast."
Now that caught your attention.
"Really?" You quizzed, interest drawn all over your face and Sharky caught onto it straight away.
"Yeah." He nodded proudly.
"I've been wanting to start one for ageeess," you explain, now forgetting about everyone and focusing on Sharky and what he had to say "Could you maybe like," you shrug "Give me any tips? Or maybe like tell me how you started everything?"
"Yeah sure." He said as calmly as he possibly could, but inside he was bursting! Not only did he successfully approach you (well kind of) he ended up gaining your interest which hinted at a future conversation.
"Alright, then we'll leave you to it." Kenny smiled, he was probably more excited than Sharky himself in the moment.
"Oh- Like right now?" You ask "Are you sure? I don't wanna like-" you motion to the guys "Separate you from everyone. It's a party after all."
"It hasn't even started yet." AJ said bluntly, earning a smack on the head from Harry with a whisper of "Shut up."
"No I don't mind." Sharky shook his head "Besides it's one of the things I can talk about for a loooong time." He grinned.
Your face was glowing with enthusiasm and you couldn't wait to hear Sharky's story...and possibly spend time with him, but you were still working out that part. After getting yourself a Martini, you and Sharky headed to the couch areas, yes that exact room that you were sure no one was going to use. But hey, this doesn't count, like AJ said the party hasn't even begun yet.
"Soooo," you said as the two of you sat down next to each other, maybe a little awkwardly "What's the best advice you can give me?"
Sharky chuckled "Well it's all about the desire of actually doing it. Just like with anything you have to be passionate and patient to get the results you want."
You nod in agreement, surprised at how wise he sounded.
"You need to choose a topic and it would be best if it's a range of things that are connected to one other thing so you don't feel like you're going off topic when you talk."
You nod, genuinely interested and fully submerged into the ongoing conversation.
For half an hour the two of you talked just about podcasting, but the other half hour was when things started to get a little more interesting.
The conversation steered in a totally different direction after you asked Sharky "Wait why didn't you get yourself a drink?" And then you discovered that he apparently doesn't drink at all.
"WHAT!?" You exclaimed "No fucking way."
"Yes fucking way." Sharky laughed.
"You're telling me you've never had alcohol? Ever?"
He shook his head.
It was like your world had exploded.
Then after religion you started talking about life in general. Sharky told you all about The Beta Squad and how it all started, whilst you shared your story about how you became friends with Nella Rose and ended up on FootAsylum.
You were currently talking about sports and who supported which football team, when suddenly you heard a loud bang vibrate through the glass walls. You turned to the door seeing Nella with a shocked expression and two drinks in her hands. You looked back at Sharky "Shit, we should probably go back."
He scratched the back of his head, nodding.
"Well, I'll see you around." You flash a smile at him before getting up and joining Nella.
Sharky watched you leave the room, saying something to your friend, making her laugh.
He didn't take his eyes off of you, watching you take a sip and wince at what he probably guessed was a strong cocktail. He kept his gaze stuck onto you until you turned the corner and disappeared back into the main party room.
He sighed taking a second to process his thoughts and feelings. He didn't know what exactly it was that he was feeling. Ironically everyone always said that he was the "ladies man" but as soon as it actually comes to the real life interaction, he was just as confused as everyone else and that did not help his confidence whatsoever.
Meanwhile you were back in the familiar room which was now full of people, strobing with colorful lights and boosting with music. The base was so strong that you felt the sound waves through the floor.
"LETS FUCKING DANCE!" Nella screeched into your ear, snatching your empty glass and placing it onto a table, before grabbing your wrist and pulling you after her right into the crowd of dancing people.
You felt like you were at the club, or a disco.
It was full of unfamiliar people that had only one thing in common with you: they were drunk to shit. At least you felt carefree and happy, even though it was drunk-happy. You and Nella jumped, danced, sang into each others faces and even had a mini dance battle. 10 songs later you were stumbling back to the bar, thirsty and exhausted.
"Can I have a-a," you furrowed your eyebrows, drunkly running a hand through your hair "Margarita?" You raised your eyebrows, saying the first thing that came to your mind.
A minute later you were washing down the alcohol in just a few gulps.
"SHIT YOU CAN DRINK!" You heard a voice yell somewhere from beside you as the bottom of your glass clacked against the counter. You turned around and saw Sharky, face instantly lighting up.
"Hhheeeyyy!" You smiled, tilting your head. Luckily Sharky could tell you were stoned out of your mind, so he didn't deem your unusually long "hey" as embarrassing and just chuckled.
"Wha-I didn't see you on the dance floor." You said, leaning forward in a clumsy motion.
"Uh, yeah," he raised an eyebrow, amused by your tone and enhanced drunk facial expressions.
"Why not?" You tilted your head again, maybe a little too much.
"I was-"
Sharky didn't even get to finish.
You hopped off the bar stool and yanked him after you, heading to the crowd of people. Despite feeling tired after the rave with Nella, you still wanted to go with him.
"Oh." He watched you struggle to walk in a straight line, entertained but also worried.
On the way there you bumped into Nella, Filly and Chunkz, who stopped you with a big "Hey!"
There was a slight pause as everyone focused on Sharky and you holding onto his hand.
"What are you guys up to?" Nella quizzed with a grin as she glanced at Sharky who had the most forced "I'm okay" smile known to humanity.
"Apparently he hasn't been on the dance floor yet!" You say it like it's the most outrageous fact they could've heard.
"Wow," Chunkz says nodding his head dramatically.
"I know!" You were too drunk to notice how playful that "wow" actually was, and took it in as his genuine surprise.
Sharky rolled his eyes to Chunkz's statement.
"You know, it's funny cause he's actually a dancer." He pointed at Sharky with a mysterious snicker.
"What!?" You exclaimed into Sharky's ear "You didn't tell me!"
"Yeah, I just...forgot? I’m not really-"
You widened your eyes "You need to teach me some moves!"
"Yep, he loves teaching!" Chunkz gave the situation a little nudge.
"For real?" Your mouth opened in excitement as Chunkz continued "Yeah! He teaches us all the time!"
Without anymore words you continued dragging Sharky towards the dance floor and as you did, he flipped off Chunkz in the process, knowing damn well that AJ and Niko were so going to make fun of him tomorrow.
"Teach me!" You yelled over the music, excited to see what type of moves you'd learn.
"Uh, well..." Sharky's eyes darted around the room "Maybe," he did the macarena and you instantly cracked up.
He watched in awe as you laughed away, trying to hide your face with your hand but failing drunkly.
"Cmon, be for real now!" You moved your hair behind your ears, ready to actually learn something.
He shrugged, then proceeded to move his hips while his hand did smooth motions around him, one in front and one behind, before then switching and repeating the same thing.
Your mouth dropped open as you watched.
"That was actually so good!" You yelled.
"Thank you!"
"Okay, okay, my turn." You got into position and after a small pause tried to copy him. The hands were fine, you actually managed to mimic him perfectly in that area, but the hip movements were absolutely hilarious. Sharky didn't want to laugh, but you were doing it so weirdly that he really struggled to keep it together.
"Whaaat?!" You whined, stopping.
"Nothing, nothing." He bit his lip and shook his head, but that wasn't enough to contain his laughter.
"Whaaat!?" You giggled, giving him a playful shove on the shoulder to which he again shook his head.
You roll your eyes, realizing that dance was evidently not your strongest talent.
You were about to say something to Sharky, but your mind quickly switched to the song that began playing in the background.
"Oh my god!" You shrieked "I love this song!"
You instantly recognized the familiar nostalgic tune: On the Floor - Jenifer Lopez.
And so did Sharky, this song reminded everyone of the good old days. In the rush of exhilaration you grabbed Sharky's hand and swerved past everyone in the crowd of people in efforts of getting closer to the DJ booth. While Pitbull rapped his verse, Sharky was trying his absolute best to hold onto you, afraid that he'd lose you in the wave.
"Sharky!" He heard someone call out. He turned around seeing AJ waving while beside him Niko did questionable dance moves.
All Sharky could do was mouth a "sorry" before disappearing behind two dancing girls.
"Hey, was he with y/n?" AJ faced Niko, who was now trying to do the robot.
"What?" He stopped.
"Was Sharky with y/n just now?"
"I don't know." Niko shrugged.
"Can't you see them over everyone with your long ass neck?" AJ snickered.
"Aye you be quiet," Niko whacked him on the back of the head before the two continued with what they were doing...or more like dancing.
While that happened, you and Sharky found a little space next to the stand between a group of people that were all preparing for the adrenaline-filled beat drop.
"You know we're running shit tonight on the floor! Brazil," you pointed to Sharky.
"Morocco!"
"London to Ibiza!"
"Straight to LA!"
"New York!"
"Vegas to Africa!"
"Daaance the night away live your life and stay young on the floooor," you and Sharky both hummed while doing slowmo movements, that actually looked really funny from the side, but really so did everyone.
You both leaned in, continuing to sing the lyrics as your eyes locked and breathing unified "Daaance the night away grab somebody, drink a little moreeee."
On the "grab somebody" Sharky scooped both of your hands into his and raised them up.
"Are you ready?" He yelled over the booming music. You giggle and nod your head.
With the beat drop came the electrifying surge of adrenaline and thrill. The lights flashed and everything looked like a stop motion movie. Without letting go of Sharky's hands you jumped up and down, eyes closed and soul open as you sang along "Laaaa la la la-la la la la la la la la la laaaa, tonight we gon' be it on the floor!"
As the two of you jumped, spun, sang and yelled, everything else around you seemed like a blur and it wasn't just because you were drunk. It was like the two of you were in your own little bubble, your own little world.
Lots of people were looming everywhere, but all Sharky could see was your bright smile, adorable squinting eyes and funny dance moves that he found very cute.
You were going all out, already sweating, panting and trying your best to breathe through your laughter.
In the moment everything felt so surreal and you didn't want to lose that feeling.
You didn't want to lose that serotonin that engulfed you with every melody.
You didn't want to lose this special happiness.
You didn't want to lose Sharky.
The music was pumping, and the rhythm was addictive. The two of you let yourselves go, lost in the magic of the moment. Your bodies moved in sync, eyes locked onto each others. You danced like you had all the time in the world, like nothing else mattered in the moment. Time stood still, and for a few fleeting seconds, you forgot about all your troubles and worries, lost in the moment, with each other, dancing like no one was watching.
As the song came to an end you felt like you were going to throw up, exhausted, from previous dancing with Nella, and drunk, but glowing out of pure joy.
"Are you okay?" Sharky gleamed at you.
You nodded "I think I need to like-"
"What!?" Sharky couldn't hear you from how loud it was. He placed his hands on your shoulders and leaned down, pulling you in closer so he could hear you speak.
"I need a breather!" You shout.
Sharky was quick to get you out of the packed crowd and back to the bar, where you ran into Harry Pinero and an unfamiliar girl.
"Hey, Sharky," Harry said in a playful voice, noticing you next to him.
"Hi." He replied unenthusiastically.
"Can I have a water please?" You leaned over the bar table, ignoring the conversation that was going on behind you.
"I see your nights going...well." Harry smirks, taking a sip of his drink.
"Yeah, it is actually." Sharky admits, glancing at you who was now finishing the glass of water like you haven't had any in days.
"Good for you." Harry nods, raising his glass and finishing it in one gulp before then turning around to his companion and heading to the hookah room. Sharky watched them, dreading tomorrows morning encounter with all his existence.
"You alright?" You snap him out of his thoughts.
He looks down at you and nods with a smile "Are you?"
"Yeah I feel a bit...sick."
"Oh shit, wanna go to that room we were in? I doubt anyone will be there."
"Yeah," you breathe.
Sharky puts his arm around your back, making sure you didn't trip over, as the pair of you made your way to the next door room.
You let out a sigh of relief as you felt the soft couch dent under you, resting your head on the back of it. Sharky glances at you, a little concerned by how unusually tired you look.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
You nod with your eyes closed "I just feel a little nauseous."
"That can't be good." Sharky thought to himself, realizing that it was best if you were to lay down or maybe even go to bed.
He's seen how much you had to drink and the more worrying thing was how much he hasn’t seen you drink.
"Hey, listen maybe it's best if you were to lay down, I can drive you home or you can have a rest in my room." He paused and hurried to add "Not in like that way you know just if you're feeling unwell- uh- like maybe if you feel sick- like the bathroom, you know-"
Even drunk you could tell how uneasy and flustered Sharky felt.
"I have a room here with Nella." You chuckle as you sit up and catch his gaze with your half open eyes.
"I can walk you there." He almost whispered as you moved your face closer to his, the distance between your lips gradually decreasing.
Sharky's eyes widen as realization slowly creeps in on what's about to happen. His breathe hitched as he felt your warm lips ghost over his, but before you could lean in and kiss him, he jolted back.
You felt your stomach knot and mouth go dry.
Why did he pull away? Did he not want to kiss you? Did you do something wrong? Did you go too far?
You felt your throat tighten and eyes begin to prickle with tears as you moved away from Sharky, trying your best to hold yourself together.
"I- Uh- Sorry I didn't meant to-" your voice was thick and raspy as your words came out choked and messy.
"What? No no no no no," Sharky placed his hand on your arm "No, y/n, that's not- Oh my god no!" He saw your eyes glisten and a thin line of tears form over them.
You sniff shaking your head "Sorry, I just thought-"
"No please don't cry," Sharky moves over, wrapping his arms around you. Despite the fact that he had just somewhat rejected you, you can't help but hug him in return, hiding your face in his chest whilst trying your best not to cry too loudly.
"y/n please don't be upset," Sharky says in a hushed tone as he rubs your back.
You sniff before looking up at him "Why don't you wanna kiss me?" By now your mascara had a mind of its own, running from the corners and smudging under your eyes.
"I do. Trust me I really do," he smiled softly "But you're drunk and you aren't feeling well. I just- " he sighs "It just wouldn't feel right considering the vulnerable state you're in."
"Oh." You snivel. Sharky let's out a small laugh and wipes your cheeks with the sleeve of his sweater.
"I feel so dumb." You groan, hanging your head down to hide away from him in embarrassment.
"Hey it's ok," you can hear the warm smile in Sharky's voice "Honestly it took all of my self control to do that."
You let out a small chuckle before looking back up at him.
That night Sharky walked you to your room and made sure you were alright with going to bed yourself.
You fell asleep with a grin on your face and with the feeling of excitement to wake up in the morning.
"Yep girl, that's it. Let it all out." Nella patted you on the back as you crouched over the toilet seat, throwing up everything your stomach had.
"Oh my god." You panted, looking up to take a whiff of air "Im never drinking again." You whined.
"Uhuh, like the last time you were never gonna drink again?"
"You know what I-" aaand you were back at it.
In the meantime everyone else you knew was having breakfast on the top floor of the hotel, enjoying the buffet and the open fresh air.
"So Sharky," AJ snickered "How'd yesterday go? You disappeared for quite some time."
"Really?" Kenny's eyebrows jumped up in surprise.
"Yeah, with we-all-know-who."
Sharky shook his head without any amusement, continuing to eat his breakfast.
"Oh cmon you have to tell us about it!" Chunkz threw his arms up.
"Nothing. Happened." Sharky stated.
"Ain't no way nothing happened." Harry joined in "I've seen you go into that couch-room."
"Oh, good to know someone actually used it." Kenny chuckled.
"Used?" Sharky raised a brow "I'm telling you, nothing happened. She felt sick so I," he shrugged "You know walked her to her room and then she went to bed." Sharky couldn't keep in his smile, remembering last night like it was something from a fairy tail, even that almost-kiss had his heart fluttering.
Chunkz caught onto that and gave a cheeky giggle "Aayyeee look at him smiling and everything." He pointed at his friend "Sharky likeesss her."
"Yeah so much that he apparently abandoned his friends on the dance floor." Niko furrowed his eyebrows and raised his hands up.
"Wha- I didn't abandon you. No need to be so dramatic."
Niko scoffed jokingly "Bros before girls!"
Everyone broke into a series of giggles and laughs.
"y/n is nice tho," Kenny said while chewing, evidently being the most innocent one out of everyone.
"She really is." Sharky agreed while everyone else continued to laugh, this time at Kenny's random statement.
"What?" He quizzed in confusion.
"So what you gonna go on a little date?" Niko asked.
As much as everyone was teasing Sharky about it, they were also invested in what was to come.
Was he going to ask you out?
Would you agree?
"Yeah I guess. I mean I do like her."
"Sick." Kenny commented "Look at me bringing people together."
"Yes, let's toast to that...With water because almost everyone is insanely hung over!" Harry raised his glass.
Unfortunately you didn't end up going to breakfast at all because you spent the entire morning throwing up.
As you rolled around in bed, holding onto your stomach, you and Nella heard a knock on the door.
"Ill check, you stay down." She says, getting up and heading to the hallway. Five seconds later you heard her call out your name, and without any thought you got up and lazily dragged your feet to the door.
"Who is-Oh my god hi." You almost fainted seeing Sharky there, considering your messed up state. He, on the other hand, looked amazing.
"Wha-You look insanely fresh for a person who's been partying all night." You speak your mind as you look him up and down.
"Thank you, perks of not drinking." He grins.
"Oh right, you don't drink." You nod, remembering yesterdays conversation "Well I did and now I look like shit." You scratch the back of your head.
"Nah, nah. You look..."
You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.
"Maybe just a little tired."
You chuckled rolling your eyes.
"Anyway I uh, didn't see you at breakfast."
"Yeah, sorry couldn't make it, I was throwing up all morning."
"Ooohhh...right okay makes sense." He nods. You can't help but grin at how awkward and shy he was acting, standing there in front of you, swaying from side to side whilst fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater.
"I uh wanted to ask, if you would want to go to the-I mean on a date? Maybe?"
"Are you kidding? Obviously."
"Obviously?" Sharky let's out a confused chuckle.
"Oh please, just because I'm sober now doesn't mean that I don't like you. I remember yesterday quite well."
"Ah," he nods "Okay that's good."
You grin "It is good. And I can't wait for the date."
"Text you?"
"Do you have my number?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," his tone was unsure.
"Wait how'd you-"
"Kenny."
You nodded "Alright. I'll be uh, waiting."
"Yep." Sharky looks around "Bye?"
You step forward, embracing him in a tight hug "See you."
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Miguel x Peter x Reader x Jess? 😍
Thanks for the ask, anon! 🫶 So uh.. prepare yourselves 😭?
Internship Things | Miguel x Peter B x Reader x Jess
You are Jess's mentee, Miguel's sugar baby, and Peter B's mistress all the while trying to complete your internship hours 😮💨
Warnings: transactional relationships, sharing is caring, cunnilingus, consensual non-con, degradation, age gap, cheating, honestly it's just dirty
Your university was one of the most prestigious in Nueva York and had ties with both the local government and the local superhuman establishments.
Being one of the top students in your course, political science, you were tasked to survey and work in an institution of your choice; for whatever reason, you chose to intern at Spider Society.
How did you know Miguel O'Hara? He told you they don't accept interns. "There's no room for a regular girl like you." When you insisted, arguing that all institutions can benefit from having their systems looked into, he offered to sign your documents and pay for your tuition if you just shut that pretty mouth of yours and become a decoration in his office.
Maybe he was joking, so you spat back. He didn't like that.
How did you know Jessica Drew? That same day in that same office, she caught Miguel inside you, your panties balled up and stuffed in your mouth. His cum on your stomach, but he was still pumping it deep in you; your hands were wrapped around his neck and your eyes rolled back—couldn't escape him but also couldn't resist him. Jessica watched, turned on by her secrecy behind the door before she eventually came in and yanked you off from him. "Stop breeding girls like cattle, Miguel. Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll treat you better."
She was such a caring yet stern mentor that you could forgive her if she sometimes had the need to lick your clit over and over again until you squirt on her mouth. After a long day of her missions and your paperwork, she would knock at your work space.
How did you know Peter B Parker? You caught him making out with Miguel on your way to inspect the weapons archive, so now you had to be in on their secret. And having only one secret to keep isn't enough, you had to be their little play thing now.
Miguel tempted Peter B to take you. For some reason Peter B can cheat on his wife with a man, but gets faint at the idea of fucking another pussy. Peter B gently assured you could trust him and so, when he finally touched you—a soft hand on your hip—you leaned into his touch and became pliable to his kisses. From your neck, to your collarbones, until your clothes have come off and his lips were on your breasts then your wet cunt.
"I'm sorry, baby, what's your name again?" Of course he only asked that once his cock was already inside you.
You were only three weeks into your internship, but the amount of times your pussy has been used between the three of them could not be counted on your ten fingers.
Sometimes, Peter B would make small talk with you and tell you all about his wonderful daughter that you'd been wanting to meet. But then the next minute, he would sit you down a couch and start fingering you, one of your tits being suckled by him. He asked you once, "Am I the oldest man you've ever had? I swear I won't be shocked."
On some days, Miguel would call you into his lab with a pathetic excuse like 'needing outsider perspective.' It's code for needing you on your knees, sucking him good but never once pleasing you back. As he buries his cock in your throat, Miguel would pinch your nose, further tormenting you. He likes to use you and he's making that clear. "You're my personal slut, I own you. I pay you."
Honestly, you have Jess to thank for taking care of you at the end of any day. She invited you to her universe once and rented a hotel room—"call it a work-related field trip." She would run a bath for both of you, ask about your day, before your two bodies would intertwine. She'd have you lean on the wall, leg up, as she lapped your juices. She'd have you on the bed, exploring positions until you're eventually spent and gasping for air. "Thank god you chose this place to work in. Can't live without mommy's princess."
When your school asks you what you had been doing in Spider Society, maybe just lie?
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So for a Thanksgiving fix could you do Simon meeting your family for the first time in Thanksgiving.
Simon Riley x Sweet!F!reader
After all these years of surviving, trying to stay alive, being alone, killing men in the most unthinkable ways as possible, seen different ways people have died, and for once in Simon's life he had to do a really challenging mission, something he hasn't done before which is... Meeting your parents for the very first time.
Simon was nervous, you're the sweetest person that God gave to him as a gift but he's insecurities kicked in when you told him about meeting your parents for Thanksgiving.
How would your parents think of him? Is the clothes he wears too dark? Would they hate where he works at? Will they think he's some sort of horrible person just by the way he looks? Is he not good enough to be around their daughter who can be naive at times but is super sweet and kind and so much more good things he can think about you? Is he and you too opposite to be with each other? Maybe this is a bad idea. Should he just lie and say they couldn't make it? No he's been doing this for too long he can't cancel now. He doesn't want to lose you, you mean everything to him, he's so scared that your parents won't like him so you both is gonna have to cut things off! Why does he feel so scared!?
"Simon?" He snaps out of his thoughts when he heard your voice "Simon, baby, are you okay? You're squeezing your shirt, don't want you to wrinkle it after I straighten it" you giggled softly. Simon looks down at the shirt in his hands which he had almost shape it into a ball by how hard he was holding it, he drops it on the bed and looks away from you "I'm sorry..." He mumbles, you frown "Sorry for what? Babe look at me" you gently grab both his cheeks and make him face towards you "Is this about the whole 'meeting my parents' thing? Si you'll be okay, they're gonna love you" Simon shakes his head, gently grabbing your hands and holding them with his "You don't understand love.. Look at me, why would they want someone like me be with a precious angel like you?" "Oh Si.." You bring his hands to your lips and kiss them "You are very special to me Simon, you make me happy and safe, if my parents won't accept you then I don't care I'll still love you no matter what, you mean a lot to me Simon and no man out there is like you" Simon laughs "And what kind of man am I hmm?" You laugh as well "The strongest man that spilled his coffee on me when we first meet~" "Hey! you said you wouldn't bring that up!" "C'mon! The story sounds funny if you really think about it!"
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You both made it to your parent's house and Simon was tense as he stands infront of the door too scared to press the doorbell. This was hard to watch so you did what Simon couldn't do.. Press the doorbell. A women opened the door, who then looked at you in a very bright smile on her face "My baby!" "Mom!" Your mom hugs you tightly as you did the exact same, she then looks to the side and made an 'o' face "You must be Simon! It's a pleasure to meet you!" Your mom shaked Simon's hand pretty fast, he actually felt like his arm is going to come off "Come inside, you'll catch a cold". Walking inside the house Simon notices how warm it is, its well decorated, lovely family pictures, and a nice smell of delicious food. "Your father is in the kitchen finishing up the Turkey" "I'm guessing he'll get mad if we go in there huh?" Your mum laughs "Yes yes you know how your father is, very strict when it comes with people going in the kitchen as he is cooking" she looks at Simon "You'll love the food that my husband cooks, its a hobby of his, can't cook anything for myself without that man always taking over the kitchen" she laughs. Simon looks at you unsure what to do but you squeeze his hand to let him know that you'll be here with him, so he relaxes as his thumb rubs your knuckles in circle.
Your dad set the food on the table then put his hands on his hips feeling proud of himself "Wow dad! You did this so perfect!" You say drooling "Why thank you sweetheart. Simon right? You'll be eating good today, with a belly like that I'm sure you can eat a lot!" Your dad laughs patting Simon on the back.
Simon didn't know what to feel about how fun and silly your father is.. He is nothing compared like how Simon's dad was...
Everything was so perfect, Simon feels welcome, he feels like he belongs, he feels loved, he feels... At home.
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You and Simon stayed there for 5 hours, then had to leave because you both were so tired. Saying your goodbyes, your mom and dad talked to Simon real quick as you were finding the keys to the car. Now inside the car you started it and drive off "So how was it? Do you feel less insecure?" You asked sweetly, Simon softly chuckles "It was nice and yes, less insecurities now that I know your parents accept me" you smiled widely "I'm glad you had fun! I just hope one day in the future, they could give you their blessing so we can get married hehe".
Simon looks down at his hand, opening it, revealing a diamond ring that your parents gave him which belong to your grandmother "M'sure they already had"
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After Sasuke and Naruto released the infinite tsukuyomi, Kakashi asked his team to go back to Konoha.
Kakashi: I'll carry Naruto. Sakura, you carry Sasuke.
Sasuke: What? No! I can walk.
Naruto: Yeah right. After draining your chakra for undoing the tsukuyomi?
Sakura: It's—It's fine, Sasuke-kun.. I promise no one will see us. I'll move fast.
Sasuke: ...
Kakashi: If you're embarrassed to be carried by Sakura, then let me take you instead. Maybe she can piggyback Naruto–
Sasuke: I'm not. I— Well— If it's fine with her.
Kakashi: *looks at Sakura for confirmation*
Sakura: *nods* Yes.. It's okay..
Naruto: Hey, no fair! Why is no one asking me for my preference, dattebayo?!
Kakashi: *laughs* Let's go. We'll head somewhere more hidden, Sakura. Follow me.
Sakura: Hai, Kakashi-sensei! *helps Sasuke get up* Go on.. *motions to go behind her*
Sasuke: *follows but doesn't know where to put his hand or how he'll climb*
Sakura: *realizes his confusion* G-Give me your hand, Sasuke-kun. *guides*
Sasuke: *finally on her back* I'm heavy.. Sorry..
Sakura: Not at all. You're actually light.. *hides her blushing*
Sasuke: And sorry, I'm full of blood and sweat.
Sakura: It's fine. /thinks/ He's still the same.. He hates it when his clothes get dirty.. I guess he never really changed..
Naruto: Oi, how long are you two going to delay this?
Sakura: *simultaneously* Shut up! Chaaaa!!
Sasuke: *simultaneously* Shut up!
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Kakashi: *brings Sasuke inside the interrogation room* I'll take it from here, Sakura.
Sakura: Can't he be checked up first like Naruto?
Kakashi: I'm afraid not.. He's still being treated as a criminal. The Kages, me included, still have to deliberate.
Sakura: I see.
Kakashi: Don't worry. I'll do my best for him to be pardoned.
Sakura: Please, Kakashi-sensei.
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It was a busy day for Kakashi. There were lots of affairs that need to be attended by the Hokage.
Kakashi: Oh, hi Sakura! It's late. You're still here?
Sakura: Yeah.. Um.. I'm just wondering if I can bring food for Sasuke tomorrow.
Kakashi: *stands up* Ah, I totally forgot! I'm so sorry! I was consumed with my negotiations to lift his charges, so I forgot to check if he has eaten.
Sakura: Sensei..
Kakashi: Come, let's see him!
He left with Sakura and they went to Sasuke's location hurriedly. He asked the warden if food was served to him.
Kakashi: Has Uchiha Sasuke eaten yet? When was his last meal?
Warden: No, sir. Sorry. Everyone is scared to go near him..
Kakashi: *sighs* From tomorrow onwards, make sure he eats on schedule. Are we clear?
Warden: Yes, Lord Sixth. Sorry for not informing you earlier.
Kakashi: It's fine. But remember that anyone inside this building deserves to eat too.
Sakura: *looks upset* Can we buy him some food first?
Kakashi: Yeah. Sorry, Sakura. *takes her to the nearest store*
Sakura: *quietly gets some snacks*
Kakashi: Sorry, Sakura. It's my fault.
Sakura: No, don't say sorry, sensei. Besides, the reason why you're very busy is for his welfare.. Let's just go quickly and give him his meal as soon as we can..
Kakashi: Right.
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Sakura: *sees him from afar* Th-That's Sasuke-kun? Does he really need to be restrained and blindfolded like that?
Kakashi: Unfortunately, yes. He's still very dangerous in eveyone's eyes.. Especially the other 4 Kages.
Sakura: But— *sighs* I'm sorry for complaining..
Kakashi: Don't worry, I understand.
They entered the cell and Sasuke knew his visitors instantly.
Kakashi: Hey, sorry. I forgot to check in on you.. You must be very hungry.
Sasuke: I'm okay.
Kakashi: Sakura is with me.. She'll feed you. I have to go back to the office.
Sasuke: *nods*
Kakashi: Sakura, I'll leave him up to you. The warden will watch over until you're done, okay? I have to go.
Sakura: *nods* Thanks, Kakashi-sensei! *sits in front of Sasuke* S-Sasuke-kun.. I brought some onigiri and tomatoes.. I-I was supposed to get apples too but they don't allow knife inside, so I won't be able to peel them.. The tomatoes.. They're a little bigger than cherry tomatoes but they're still bite-sized.. I-I'll feed you the onigiri now.. *opens the wrapper and brings the onigiri near his mouth*
Sasuke: *takes a bite*
Sakura: Is it good? Uh— Sorry— I didn't mean to—
Sasuke: *nods* /thinks/ Why are you still nice to me, Sakura? After all that I've done?
Sakura: Let me know if you want to drink. I brought water and iced tea.
Sasuke: *nods and takes another bite*
Sakura: *opens another onigiri* Here.. Sasuke-kun, do you want more after this one?
Sasuke: Can I have the tomatoes next instead?
Sakura: Of course! I also bought soup but you might feel hot..
Sasuke: Yeah.. Just the tomatoes and water.. Then I'm good.
Sakura: Sure! Um.. Sasuke-kun.. Is your arm okay? Does it hurt?
Sasuke: It doesn't hurt. You healed it well.
Sakura: Good..
Sasuke: /thinks/ It's good that I'm blindfolded. I can't face her like this.
Sakura continued feeding him and asked if he needed anything. She gathered her things and prepared to leave.
Sakura: I'm going now, Sasuke-kun.. *stands up*
Sasuke: Sakura.
Sakura: *surprised that he called her* Hm?
Sasuke: Thanks.
Sakura: *smiles* You're welcome! I'll be back tomorrow to bring you some snacks. Bye, Sasuke-kun! *gives a final look then leaves*
Sasuke: *smiles with his head down*
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hi 🫧 if you have some spare time at some point, could you write Azriel headcanons in a modern world with reader? What would your hobbies and outings be? And if you have something +18 I will appreciate it too 👀
I loved your writing 💗💗 (I'm really shy, so I'll have to stay at anon, sorry 🙈)
please don't be sorry!! you're always more than welcome to stay on anon!!
modern!az definitely meets his girlfriend in one of those accidental ways and they're definitely friends first.
I think they probably meet through cassian, actually.
she goes to cassian's boxing gym but has never actually had the bravery to try boxing, she just uses the regular gym stuff.
and one day, a later night session, azriel and cassian are sparring in the ring.
azriel has had a rough day, like a really rough day, all his leads on his latest case fell through, he got a parking ticket while stopping to get coffee, the coffee order ended up being wrong, he forgot to set his washing off this morning so he didn't have the clothes he wanted, and he had to stop for gas at a place where it was like twice the price.
honestly, he's moody.
so, when he senses her watching them both, when he breaks for water, he doesn't really think about it when he whips around and just sort of glares at her.
because, he knows he's good at this, and logically, he knows he's attractive.
she hasn't seen his scarred hands inside of those gloves, or seen him up close.
she's just staring at him the same way a lot of women stare at him, when they just want a quick, hot fuck, and then to leave him, because as his ex told him many years ago, he's "got way too much baggage to be serious, and he's not the kind of guy she'd ever want to build a future with".
didn't matter that azriel had been looking at engagement rings, of course.
so, yeah, he snaps a little, and he hates himself for it instantly because he's not that guy, and the way you flinch a little at his tone when he says "can I help you?" makes him feel awful.
but before he can really calm himself enough to apologise, you're apologising, mumbling a soft "sorry" and leaving.
and he wants to go after you, but by the time he's made it out of the ring and down the steps, you're gone, gym bag bumping against your leg as you swipe your entry card and jog across the parking lot.
he feels like an ass, and cassian doesn't let it slide either
"dude, you had a bad day, I get it, but don't scare my patrons. I work hard to make this gym feel like a safe space, especially for women, so get your shit together, or don't come here to blow off steam."
and he knows cassian is right, he does work hard, even so far as to have women-only hours, where even he won't come in.
it's three days later when azriel sees you again.
he has been working later these last few days to catch up on that one day, making his workouts much later than usual, and there you are.
you keep your head down, particularly when you pass him by, and he knows you've already seen him.
you take the long route round to the changing rooms, walking all the way through the cardio section to avoid him.
he feels like crap again.
so, he waits til he's finished his workout, trying not to look like a creep as he watches you move between the equipment.
and when you're taking a break at the treadmill, he makes his move
"hey." he practically terrifies you with his sudden appearance. "I wanted to apologise for the other day."
"it's fine, I shouldn't have been staring, it was rude, and-"
"no, I'm rude, I shouldn't have snapped, I was having a bad day, you were just watching, you did nothing wrong."
"well, thanks." and then he lingers, because it still doesn't feel right. like maybe you're just saying it's okay because you feel like you have to. "it was very impressive."
"have you ever boxed?"
"I don't even look at that side of the gym. punching bags and high kicks and- wow. I mean, it all just looks terrifying. I wouldn't know where to start."
"I can show you some things, if you'd like?"
and that's where it starts.
he shows you a few things, and he actually finds he likes it, and so do you.
so you make a loose plan to do it again sometime. really one of those 'we should do this again sometime' comments.
the following week he sees you again, and he asks if you remember what he taught, you show him.
four days after that, he sees you again, and he shows you something new, and also gets your phone number.
you start meeting up for boxing lessons, because he finds it helps him on bad days to at least do something useful.
so, when those lessons end up getting a little more handsy and flirty, its really no surprise.
the first time he kisses you is by your car, in the middle of winter, after a lesson. a really good lesson, where you're both laughing and teasing out to the parking lot, and he can't take it anymore when you wish him a goodnight and he just wants to stay right there, in the freezing cold, talking to you all night, just being with you.
so he presses you back against your car, and leans in, letting his nose bumps yours because he's so sure you want this too, but he wants to give you a chance to pull away. you don't. he makes it one hell of a kiss.
your back pressed up against the cold car, his hands sitting hot under your jacket on the bare skin between your shorts and sports bra, breath clouding in the winter air between pants for breath, it's intense. just like him.
after that, azriel permanently shifts his schedule to nighttime workouts.
you would both workout together, spotting one another, practising boxing. when you get good enough, they'd become sparring matches, which was practically foreplay with all the teasing and gambling and trash-talking that would take place.
also, az is an active man. dates would consist of things like hiking, or activity adventures, or simply walks around the park.
he would also often make trips out of his work, the perks of being a bounty hunter private investigator meant being his own boss, nobody to tell him what to do.
so, whenever he had to go away for weekends/a few days, he'd always ask you to come with him. during the day, he'd track his mark and do his research, make calls, etc, but he'd plan times for dinners and sightseeing too.
there's a rule that he absolutely will not take you on stake-outs in person anymore. he'll call you and stay on the phone the whole time chatting, but an incident the one and only time meant he stays strong now.
the incident being that azriel couldn't keep his hands to himself, and you both nearly got arrested for fucking in the backseat of the car.
he missed his mark, had a ruined orgasm when you got caught, and had blue balls for hours afterwards until he could finally get you alone.
a very, very active sex life.
"we're done here, time to head home, baby."
"we haven't done cardio, yet."
"we're going to my place to do cardio."
"oh."
always up for trying something new. always.
you can't tell me he wouldn't have a box full of toys in his closet. this man would be kinky.
definitely tests your limits, but is also the king of aftercare.
likes you to stay over and always cooks you breakfast in the morning.
especially when it means he gets to smirk at the way your legs are still a little shaky when you stumble into the kitchen.
cooks shirtless, of course.
his biggest weakness, like, sends him weak in the knees, is when you trace the tattoos on his chest with your mouth.
he would crawl to you if you asked while doing that.
he is a 'flowers at every date' kind of guy.
even if that date is a date in, which is his preference. cooking together, or ordering takeout, watching movies or playing games or just generally being together.
if you come over during the day to work and you both sit in silence for hours doing your own work, he'll consider that a date.
modern!az would be very domestic.
despite all this, azriel always would keep things casual.
he never asks you about the future, he barely even clears a drawer for you in his dresser, you have a few things in a drawer with his stuff, and he never leaves things at your place.
after almost year, you start trying to push it. because, things are going great, you're wildly in love with him, and you can really see a future with him, but it seems like he doesn't want that.
so, you try to get him to meet your mom. it's casual, really, you bring it up over dinner one night.
"so, my mom's gonna be in town, I'm going to go to dinner with her, if you're free next thursday, you should join us."
you both know he's free next thursday, it's one of your dedicated workout nights, has been for over half a year now.
"eh, I don't think so. but, bring me something back." he doesn't even look up at you as he says it. and that hurts, he just dismissed you while scrolling on Instagram. you have no idea how much his palms are sweating, he's not even processed the last few posts he's seen, he's just randomly liking things in hopes he seems casual to you right now.
"seriously?"
"what?" now he looks up. he knows that tone. knows he's in trouble.
"unbelievable. I invite you to meet my mom, and you just say 'I don't think so', I mean, you can't even make up an excuse."
"I don't need any excuse! I just thought, you know, we don't really need to take that step. that's not.. us." and damn, if that doesn't sting you the most. azriel feels like he's swallowing acid as he says it, but he feels like someone gutted him where he stood at the look that takes over your face.
and you, you're staring at him. you want to scream 'why isn't that us? what do you mean? I love you, I want my mom to know about the man I tell her about!' but then it clicks. the extreme pain when your mind flickers back.
to the first time you'd told azriel you loved him, and he grabbed your face and kissed you.
to the second time, the same night, bundled up in his arms as he snapped his hips into yours in a way that made you so sure he felt the same as he held you, made you see stars, and he'd merely pressed his face into your neck and bit the spot that made you weak.
to the third time, when he'd just smiled bashfully, the eighth time when he just tapped the tip of your nose and laughed at the way you stole his ice cream, to the fifteenth time, to the twenty-second, all the way through to this morning, when you'd left his house, happy smile on your lips again and you'd whispered it at the front door.
"don't forget your scarf, can't have you getting a chill, pretty girl." was all he'd said. it meant so much at the time, like his way of telling you he loved you wasn't through words but actions.
now, you doubted it.
azriel had never once said he loved you back.
that realisation crushed you from the inside out, like something in your chest had snapped.
azriel didn't know what was going on inside of your head, but nothing made every single cell in his body feel like it was turning to rock-hard ice like watching that look take over your face. heartbroken, into understanding, into closed off. you were shutting him out, he didn't know why, what you were thinking, what he'd done, but you were putting up walls right before his eyes and he had no idea what to say or do to stop it.
"right, of course, you're right."
"what?"
"you're right, that's not us."
"it's not? I mean, it's not, right? we're not.. serious like that. we're just, I mean, what's happening right now?"
"nothing is happening." he could feel the double meaning behind your words, he just didn't know what it meant.
"okay.. well, I found a movie for us to watch on netflix while we have dessert."
"I actually have to go after dinner, I have some stuff to do in the morning."
and that, right there, is when azriel knows that whatever just happened ended everything. you never leave, you brought a bag, he knows you have spare clothes with you because you only ever bring the purple gym bag when you need extra space for the next day's clothes, and now you're leaving.
you never leave on an argument, you always work it out, even if you're still mad at him.
which is what tells him you're not mad at him, you're simply done.
he watches you leave exactly thirty-two minutes later, with the blasted purple gym bag over your shoulder, his heart aching in his chest.
you walk away from azriel thirty-two minutes later, feeling like a total idiot, with your heart breaking in your chest.
nine days later, you’re cautiously making your way through the iced-over parking lot, trying to work out exactly how to explain to your mom that the man you were so sure was the one is now gone, when only a week ago you were fawning on the phone, heart-eyed and utterly stupid.
there’s a host waiting at the stand, smart pressed waistcoat and a smile, and when you tell him the name of your reservation, he frowns a little.
“sorry, ma’am, we already seated that booking?”
“I’m sorry?”
“well, two people already arrived. we seated your booking. do they know you’re coming?”
“uh, it’s my booking, my name.” producing your ID from your pocket, he checked it, cheeks tinting a little.
"my apologies, ma’am. it’s really no trouble, it’s a table for four, so I’ll just grab another menu, and I’ll take you over.”
he did just that, wandering away to collect another selection of menus, before motioning you to follow him. you did.
your mom brought a date? and didn’t tell you? at least someone was happily in love, then.
except, it definitely wasn’t your mother’s date when you rounded the corner on the second floor to your table.
hazel eyes met your own, and you froze, stumbling a little in your smart heels as your sights locked with bright hazel eyes.
azriel lifted his water glass to his lips, taking a deep and nervous gulp, but never looking away.
you shuffled a little closer to the table, and when you finally made it close enough for your mother to notice your appearance, azriel’s chair scraped across the floor loudly. he stood.
as though sensing the tension, the host placed your menus down neatly in the chair beside azriel’s, promising to send a waiter over to take a drinks order soon.
“hi, baby,” you croaked out the word roughly, the petname feeling oh-so-wrong on your tongue, and oh-so-right at the same time. “I didn’t think you were going to make it.”
“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” there was something raw in his voice when he spoke, and you simply nodded. he shuffled forward again, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, before you were slipping your coat from your shoulders. he took it from you, always such a gentleman, one of the reason you fell for him, and laid it with his own and your mother’s over the spare chair. he pulled your chair out for you as you sat down.
“okay, okay, I see you trying to act reserved because your mother is here. I’m going to nip to the bathroom, give you two a moment.”
she winked, before getting up from the table to leave, having no idea just what she was leaving you in. utter silence took over as she walked away.
azriel pushed a bouquet of flowers towards you, twisting a little in his seat.
“these were for you, but, uh, when I got here you were running late and I was intending to apologise, but, your mom didn’t seem to know we were.. so, I said they were for her, but..”
“I hadn’t told her yet, hadn’t really worked up the courage to do so.” he only nodded, licking over his lower lip. “if you don’t mind, could you stay tonight? just, for the dinner now, and then in a few days, I’ll tell her it didn’t work out. I don’t want to spend the whole dinner with her questioning me, and-”
“or, you don’t tell her anything at all.”
“what?”
you finally looked up at him, having felt his gaze burning into the side of your head until you met it.
“I miss you.”
“azriel..”
“no, I miss you like I have never missed anyone or anything before. I miss you and it’s like I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t do anything, because every time I remember you’re not there, you’re not coming back, it feels like something inside of me dies.”
“why are you here?”
“because you invited me, and I wanted to meet your mother.”
“you didn’t want to when I asked you!”
“yes, I did!”
your brows furrowed, and azriel lifted a hand, resting it over your cheek. you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into it a little bit. “last time I let myself love someone even half as much as I love you, I got hurt so bad I thought I’d never be whole again.”
your throat burned, the words he’d finally spoken rattling around the inside of your skull, ringing in your ears.
“so, what changed?”
“you did. I had put up so many walls that when you were fixing everything, when you were doing and being everything I wanted, I couldn’t see it. I was so sure you were going to leave me, and so I figured it would hurt less if I never let you get that close. but you did get that close, you’re under my skin, running through my mind, living in my heart. so, I love you, and if you still love me, I think we should kiss and make up, because I’m going through withdrawals from your love, baby.”
“that last bit was so cheesy.” you whispered, eyes flicking down and lingering on his lips, which twisted into a smirk before you looked back up. he smoothed his thumb over your cheekbone, urging you a little closer.
“say you still love me.”
“you were an asshole.”
“yeah, I was. say you still love me.”
“you’re here.”
“yeah, I am. say you still love me.”
“I love you, azriel.”
“I love you, baby.”
and his lips brushed yours, once to tease, a second time to linger, and then he pressed his mouth firmly against your own. your sigh matched his, the feeling of pure bliss racing through your veins, a feeling you’d missed so much finally coming crashing back down. it was like you’d been cold for days, cold since the moment you left him, finally warm again.
“I missed you so much.” his words were mumbled into your mouth, softly between needy kisses, the hand on your cheek slipping down to rest on the back of your chair, the other slipping down to under the seat, your chair scraping on the floor as he pulled you closer to him. “don’t ever leave me again, think I was going insane.”
placing a hand on his chest, you pushed him back just enough to take a proper breath and catch his eye.
“trust me, azriel, I am not going anywhere. you.. you’re it. I know you’ve been hurt, you don’t have to tell me the ins and outs of it, but just know, I’m in it with you, all of it. it’s us, always. I just need you to trust that, trust that I love you and I want you, all of you, and we’ll make everything else up as we go.”
he only nodded, blinking away the shine that took over his eyes, and resting his forehead against yours, noses brushing lightly.
“oh, to be young and in love again.”
you jerked apart as your mother sat back down, staring between you both like she knew everything and nothing all at once.
maybe she did. you didn’t care, you were simply happy about having them both here. azriel’s hand smoothed down your arm lightly where it sat on the table, linking your fingers together, and squeezing.
it was a promise, that this was it, now. from now on, it was the two of you, together.
“so,” your mother started, leaning conspiratorially across the table. “I want to hear all about how you two met.”
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Hey! I don't know if you write a/b/o universe, (but I'll try my luck) so could I get an imagine/oneshot nsfw Alpha Daemon x Omega fem reader, where reader goes into heat, but Daem had to leave ( maybe solve some issues for Viserys) and he will take some time to come back, in the meantime Rhae Rhae (who is a beta) and has a sincere friendship with reader takes care of her (in the sense of caring and not in the sexual sense) so her heat passes and Daem comes back, but Reader is mad at him for leaving her alone while he's going through this (since it's her first heat she's been through alone), so he tries to talk to her, but she won't. Days pass and they finally talk, to which she cries and says how painful it was, he apologizes and makes it up to her, please? (with angst and fluff and if you can write down the moments of care that Rhae Rhae has for her, I will be extremely grateful)
Hello beautiful - I sure do! I’m not really an expert in it since I don’t read/write much of it but still hope you like it. ♡
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⸻Set Me Free
Daemon Targaryen x Female!Reader (A/B/O - Angst Smut Fluff)
⸻Summary: Nothing could have prepared you for your first heat, especially not the absence of your husband. Your close and loving friend Rhaenyra stays at your side, but you won't forgive Daemon so easily as you ensure he makes it up to you.
Tags: A/B/O, Fluff, Angst, Smut, With Plot, PIV, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, (f receiving), Kisses & Hugs, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare, No use of Y/N, No beta I'm sleep deprived
⸻Read on Ao3
Notes: More Daemon x Fem!Reader, I’m very brainrot and definitely love to write it ~ The filth is at the end - I made the fic so you can read the smut or angst/fluff as a standalone since there’s a time skip! (smut after “***”)
Changed a bit the tropes of A/B/O for the sake of the fic.
Requested by anon, hope you like it. ♡
Tumblr for ideas/requests: @imthefemalemonster
Smut & fluff prompts: here & here
⸻Words: 6108 (Smut part ~ 2k7)
No words could fit the feeling. Nothing would be precise enough to describe it. The bed shifted as you weight left it, but the second your toes hit the floor, you felt like it gave away under your feet. Despite all the things you were told about, everything you read, living through the very first heat was much worse than you could ever hope for it to be. As an omega, you made sure to know everything about heat, especially after you presented and married your Alpha, the well-known Prince Daemon Targaryen. Thinking about it had made you anxious more than once, but yet you were well surrounded and Daemon reassured you that he would guide you with every step.
A soft gasp left your lips as you stumbled, your hands reaching for nothing, the floor dangerously close. Your knees failed you as you sensed the cold floor against your burning skin. You couldn’t tell how many seconds or even minutes passed since you left the bed. Your skin was set ablaze the moment you moved and the only reason you weren’t already laying on the floor was because Daemon caught you in his arms. It was still very early in the morning, you had just woken up wanting to join him at his desk when it hit you. Daemon had sensed it the instant he heard the mattress shift.
“It’s alright, love.”
You breathed heavily against his chest, a hand holding your back, the other caressing your head gently. He smelled so good. You had felt it before but this time it was different, it was like the scent was everywhere around you, inside you, invading every inch of your skin. You could have ripped your clothes apart, it was hot, too hot. Your fingers dug in the leather of Daemon top as you felt his grasp tighten, his hand moving under your knees lifting you up.
“D-daemon!”, you whined, fingers hopelessly scratching the clothes. Tears left your eyes, mouth part open in a silent scream.
Daemon moved you back to the bed, thumbs brushing the skin of your legs and shoulders, his own breaths growing louder as he sensed your distress. Despite showing much more self-control, having known previous heats, Daemon’s heart still raced in his chest with anticipation. You both awaited this moment with grand impatience, you heard how important it was. It was impossible to put words on it yet, but the only feeling buried deep inside you was the need for pleasure and carnal desire for your alpha.
You sighed as you felt your body lay on the bed, Daemon at your side, holding your back as he positioned himself sitting behind you. You let your head fall on his chest, it felt like it was either going to explode or melt. The tender skin of your neck exposed, Daemon leaned it to kiss it gently, slowly, as his wet lips grazed it. Dizzy, you laughed at the sensation while he whispered honey-like words against you. His embrace felt delicious, reassuring and blissful.
“So sweet.”
“W-what now?”, you murmured.
His hands wandered on your chest and waist, gripping at your nightgown like he wanted to tear it apart. You wished his hands were everywhere at once on you, every inch of your skin covered by his. Your core burned a strange sensation you had never felt before.
“Now I’m taking care of my little omega.”, he smirked, lips meeting your flushed cheeks as his fingers ran on your collarbone, slipping under the edge of your clothes.
You nodded, whatever it meant you were ready to do it. You would do everything for him at this very instant, you needed it.
“And I’ll show you how to take care of your Alpha, hm?”, he kissed your ear, words flowing in as you drank them all.
You laid into him as he resumed the assault on your neck, his hands carefully pulling your nightgown up. At first you thought it was only your head, so intoxicated in his scent that the regular noises of knocking were coming from inside you. But as it became louder and louder, voices accompanying it, you rapidly came out of your torpor to realize people were knocking at your door.
Daemon's mouth left your skin as you whined, pulling on the leather of his top. Annoyance filled your body as the knocks weren’t stopping.
“Fuck off!”, he screamed. An answer very much like him.
The voices were inaudible, they sounded like a bunch of men calling for Daemon.
“I SAID FUCK OFF. NOT NOW.” His voice was so loud behind you it almost could shatter your entire body. His arms locked around your shoulders he held you like you could disappear at any instant.
“Urgent matters, my Prince.”
Daemon didn’t respond, wanting to focus back on you, but the knock and voices just wouldn’t stop.
“Let us in, we come bearing a messag-”
“If you FUCKING come in”, yelled Daemon, “I’ll have your fucking head rolling on the floor and those of all your family members too.”
“King’s orders.”
Daemon sighed. Digits brushing your skin gently as you held onto him, fingernails digging in the fabric, your eyes begging him not to leave.
“I’m”, he muttered, shaking his head. None of the men would be alive by the end of this very day, you could tell, but yet his words left you aback, “I’m so sorry love.”
“D-daemon don’t-”, you cried out, hands reaching for him in a desperate attempt to keep him close.
“I’ll come back soon”, he started to move, you whined at the loss when he left the bed, you almost collapsed on it, “Very soon.” His face looked as pained as yours, yet he still left, each inch separating you now breaking your heart a little more.
The door slammed open as Daemon reached for Dark Sister, ready to slice anyone coming in. But to your great surprise it wasn’t guards or maids that entered, but Rhaenyra herself. She tilted her head toward him, the fire in her eyes could have melted him whole.
“You can’t-”
“I have no choices, you should understand.”, he rasped, “If it’s Viserys-”
“Understand?!”, she raised her hands up but kept her voice low not to alarm you, “It’s her first… - You cannot be serious.”
“I’ll be back sooner than she realizes.”, he lowered his head, avoiding any other eye contact, fist clenched around the hilt of his sword.
Rhaenyra let him leave, your cries echoing in the room as the door closed. She would handle that later, but for now you were the top priority.
“Oh poor thing.”, she whispered, face leaving the wooden door as she ran to you, “Come here.”
You whined when she touched your arm, her embrace mother-ly. You rested your head on her shoulder, face reddened and wet with angry and desperate tears.
“I-I. W-why-”, you couldn’t form any coherent words. Daemon leaving felt like your entire skin had been ripped apart and you were left bleeding against the cold floor.
“I’m here”, murmured Rhaenyra, holding you close to her, “He’ll be back soon. I’ll take care of you, beautiful.”
You nodded against her chest, fingers gripping at the fabric, focusing your attention on anything else but your burning skin. Your cries were certainly heard in the entire castle, you wanted to scream so loud.
“I’ve prepared cold water for you.”, her hand brushed your head gently, “Take your dress off, we’ll change it, you'll feel better once washed.”
She waited for an answer, your consent before doing anything, but you didn’t say anything. You couldn’t because any sounds that were escaping your lips were cries for help.
“Alright?”
You finally nodded against her, she smiled softly as she rested your body on the cushions, accepting the basin from the maids.
“Leave now, have nobody walk into this room while I take care of her.”
The maids bowed and left immediately. Back at your side Rhaenyra proceeded to take your dress off. You sighed, relieved when the fabric left your skin. Naked you didn’t feel cold, your body was still burning, inside and outside, yet you still shaked, filled with incomprehension. You melted into Rhaenyra's lovely embrace when she pressed the cool cloth on your skin, washing the sweat and tears away. Her kind words cradled you, soothing your worries. Still you felt empty, as much as her touch was reassuring, it wasn’t the one you needed. You needed the burning presence of Daemon. Your fists clenched, not from sadness but pure anger. Why wasn’t he here?
Once washed, Rhaenyra dressed you up again, the fabric soft on your relaxed skin. You couldn’t tell how much time had passed. Your eyes were closed, the sun burning them each time they would open. You felt helplessly tired, head resting on the cushion as Rhaenyra was still at your side, whispering kind words and telling stories that had you smiling through the obvious pain. She took your hand in hers as you slowly fell asleep, mind still hazy from the heat. She didn’t leave your side until Daemon came back, a killer-stare toward him when he dared entering the room, very late into the night.
He bowed his head to her, his face as tired as yours peacefully asleep. She shook her head and he said nothing, he knew nothing needed to be said. Carefully she left your side, face still turned toward you to notice any reactions, but you didn’t move, your breath regular but loud again. She joined him by the door.
“You’re irresponsible.” The words were cold, cutting him raw.
Daemon was too tired for a sermon and too angry for reproaches.
“It was-”, he paused, eyes escaping his niece murdering stare. No words, no excuses would be enough.
“Give her your best excuses. You are a lucky man if she accepts them.” Rhaenyra turned a worrying eyes toward you, but you were still asleep, “Heat is a matter of three or four more days, you better make up for it.”, she continued.
Daemon nodded, lips parted open. Air escaped him but no noises. The two Targaryen exchanged once last lilac stare before Rhaenyra left. Daemon turned his pained eyes toward you. He looked at your beautiful body asleep, wanting to hold you close, lift you up and kiss you again and again. The entire day had been hell for him, but he handled heat before. He could never forgive himself for leaving, but yet even if he thought about it all day, he couldn’t find the right words.
His mere presence was enough to wake you up. Your body felt hot again, skin stinging against any fabric brushing your skin. You whined but muffled it with a hand, turning you back to the door. Your hands gripped the sheets, eyes closed and focusing on the darkness around you. You heard sounds of boots approaching, fabric on the floor, steel against the cold walls, and the mattress shifted. Shivers ran through your body, you waited, but nothing came. No noises, no words. Your head dug into the cushion, you hoped you could disappear in them. It pained you, your body telling otherwise, but you begged to be left alone, any more touch would disgust you.
Daemon observed you, the skin of your back, your head, your irregular breaths informing him that you were awake. He wished that if he touched you, you would turn back and throw yourself in his arms, that he would kiss you and whisper a gentle but sincere ‘sorry’ and everything would be fine. But he felt your anger, he felt everything inside you. Still his hand reached for you back, but the second his digits brushed your hot skin, you squirmed away.
“I’m so sorry, love.”, he murmured. You shook your head slightly, hands on your ears. You wanted to hear none of it.
“I should have been here.”, he continued, you felt him move closer, his broad body and heat engulfing you. You whined, pained cries leaving your lips. Your distress clearly showing, breaking his heart piece by piece. He moved away from you, head still turned toward you, scared you would run away at any moment.
“But you weren’t.”
You couldn’t tell how many days had passed, two or three. You didn’t count, your heat was still going on but you avoided anyone, locked in your room or in Rhaenyra’s as she continued to look after you. You felt like losing it. You had barely since Daemon. More than once he had tried to reach you, try and talk to you but you couldn’t. His excuses felt empty, his touches were hypocritical. Yet every time he wasn’t near you, you cried his absence. You didn’t know why you just didn’t throw yourself in his arms, maybe you wanted him to be hurt as much as he hurt you.
Hours passed and they felt like a living nightmare. You cried, stumbled upon your feet, begged for anyone who heard to take the pain away. Everytime you closed your eyes you saw yourself again, alone as Daemon crossed the door and never turned to look at you, as minutes and hours passed and he wasn’t back at your side. Sadness became anger and anger turned into insatiable wrath. You wanted to scream at him and hope he would shatter. Tears run down your face at all hours, hoping it would dry your body so hard you would simply die from it. Guilt and anger filled your body. You wanted Daemon at your side as much as you despised him, it tore you apart, bleeding you open. When will the pain end?
The last day of your heat, you stayed in your chambers. You hoped that maybe your anger and sadness would calm down soon. You felt dizzy all morning, Daemon had left early as he did the previous day. His scent was everywhere in the room and for once you allowed yourself to rest alongside it, focusing on your body and your breaths. You could have cried all day again, the pain you both endured the first day was nothing compared to what you were inflicting to one another. But you wanted Daemon to understand, you wanted him to look you in the eyes, promise he’ll never leave again. You wanted the words to flow so naturally out of him it would be carved in your heart forever. You didn’t know if it would be enough, but still you craved to hear it.
The door opened, nonchalant boots hitting the floor in irregular rhythm. Your peripheral sight let you observe Daemon, you sensed his anger and impatience as he turned to you, face flushed and sweat running down, probably from training.
“Time to talk.”
You stared at each other in silence. The hunger and anger were indivisible in you both.
“I have nothing to say, husband.”, the last word left your mouth like a reproach.
“This can’t keep going.”, he husked.
A laugh escaped your lips as you turned your body to him, sitting at the edge of the bed as he was standing there, a meter away from you.
“I wonder because of who.” Your eyes defied him, and as much as his ego stood tall in the room, towering you, you wouldn’t let go.
He approached, but this time you didn’t move. His steps were heavy, threatening as his scent. You shook, your body heating up, but still you wouldn’t let yourself be tamed this easily. You wouldn’t hold long against your alpha, he was made to have you yield. But you hoped he could read the thousand pleas in your eyes. His hand reached for your arm, gentle to your greatest surprise, but you escaped his grip, his fist clenching around nothing.
“I’m sorry”, his voice was so low, from sadness, shame, anger. He refused to let your first heat pass without showing you all its wonders. But no words seemed
“You don’t understand”, you simply spoke. His eyes widened, fingernails digging in his palms. What more can I say? he thought.
“I said I was sorry!”, Daemon yelled, belt unbuckled, he threw his sword away, it hit the floor with a loud noise that had you jumping.
“You didn’t mean it!”, you screamed, “A-and, even if you did-”. You violently clapped your hands on your ears, the shock echoing in your head as you cried loudly.
You heard him move closer, eyes part open, you observed him kneel down before you. His face
“You know I’m sincere.”, he whispered, he brushed your legs with his palm. You wanted to give up to his heat, to his touch, “I am sorry.”, he paused, letting you process every word, “I had no choice but to leave and I regret that I had to do so. I should have prepared you better and it’s my whole responsibility as your alpha”, his thumb brushed your overheated skin, you looked at him as your hand met the back of his, he smirked, “I should have protected you better.”
You tilted your head, it was more than you ever hoped for, the words enveloping you in a loving embrace.
“I’ll not beg you, I’ll not cry, I know what you want from me and I’ll give it to you if you let me.”
You broke when the last sentence left his mouth. You leaned in, arms around his shoulders to meet his broad figure. You rested in his arms as he held you close, hands gently brushing your back, your head lost in his neck as you cried, all the pain left in your body rolling down your cheeks. He met your embrace, a hand placed on your head, lowering to your neck. Tender words escaped his lips as your tears washed away your last sorrow.
Daemon stood up, carefully lifting you up by the knees, just like he did the first time. You still sensed it as your body met the mattress, the heat, the need; but now it felt so peaceful, so loving. Your breaths were irregular yet calm. Everything that needed to happen would eventually, and you knew this time you would let yourself be interrupted. You rested against the cushions as Daemon moved an arm under your head, holding you as your mouths finally met, one hand cupping your wet cheeks. Daemon traced the outline of your lips with the tip of his tongue, smiling into the kiss. You happily let him in, your tongues meeting, moaning against him. The taste was even better than the scent. Leaving your cheek, his hand moved to your chin, finger lowering to your neck where it rested a few seconds, squeezing it lightly. Your lips still hadn’t parted away, teeth clicking as you felt his hot palm brush your arm, digits playfully pulling at your dress. Those weren’t teasing touches, they were sincere and tender.
Once separated, you whined at the loss, breathing each other’s air, your lips brushing one another. Daemon moved his arm from under your head, resting above you as he steadied himself on his hand, his hips against yours, spreading your legs open. You watched him as he studied your body, you felt bare under his gaze, his eyes filled with newfound hunger. You observed him, the scars showing on his neck, his broad figure, his weight digging you in the mattress, the way his chest moved above you, his blonde locks falling over his face and shoulders. Not even the Gods could have sculpted such a beautiful creature.
“I love you.”
You spoke the word with confidence, you knew them to be true.
“I love you too.”
Your hands reached behind his neck, pulling him into a hot kiss as he met your enthusiasm.
“Let’s do it properly this time”, he murmured against your lips, noses brushing, “Right, love?”
***
“Show me”, you whispered against his lips, your hands shaking around him, your core wet, burning from the need of feeling whole, from the lust and desire to satiate your alpha.
Daemon smirked at the invitation, more than happy to oblige. It wasn’t really your first time. Pleasure wasn’t unknown to you both, especially him. He had gone down on you more than once, and so you had returned the favor. But with the heat, this all felt different. The need was eating you both alive. You wanted to helplessly rub against him, the friction of your bodies relieving any kind of hunger you had. Daemon’s hot palms on your ankles sent a shiver down your spine, he had moved further on the bed, legs spread open by his grasp. You looked down as he teasingly, slowly pulled your dress up, his digits brushing your skin painfully. You wanted his mouth to meet with your body with such fervor you were ready to grab his face and force him to, but all strength had left your body. You only laid there submissively, at the mercy of Daemon’s hands.
“Don’t you dare”, you laughed as he raised his eyes to meet yours, vile smirk on his lips.
“I can make it good but I can make it funny too.”, he mewled, body leaning in closer to your center dripping wet from the teasing through your small clothes. His hands met your thighs and you gasped loudly.
“F-focus on the good part!”
Daemon licked his lips as his fingers reached for your inner thighs. You felt like you were going to explode, you tried to work the best you could to undo your top but your digits were shaking in anticipation, unable to focus on the simple task. You felt his fingernails dig in the skin, scratching the clothes hiding your virtue. Lifting your legs up, moving his hips against yours, he laid closer, his weight above yours, pressing you on the mattress as he met your lips again. This time with renewed lust, sinful noises escaping you both, you whined when he rubbed his leathered erection between your legs. The clothes couldn’t hide how hard he was and you could already feel him whole. It only had your mouth watering at the thought of having it inside you, tearing you apart with all the strength you wished him to use.
Your hand reached between your bodies, palming his shaft as he met your touch, groaning into the kiss. His hands worked your top faster than you did, undoing it and pushing the fabric down, exposing your breast to the hot air, bouncing with your irregular breath and jumping at any of his touches. Daemon stood up again, hungrily pushing the clothes down to your waist, his thumb resting on your lower belly as he leaned in again, mouth feasting on the burning and sweaty skin of your chest. Your hands moved to grab a fistful of his hair, pushing him down further on your body.
“Patience…”, he cooed.
“I-I don’t have that”, you breathed, smiling through the heat, “R-right now.”
Daemon laughed at the comment, pressing kisses on your lower belly as you raised your legs the best you could, your dress slipping off your body alongside your small clothes, leaving you finally naked. You sighed in relief at the sensation, you had felt trapped inside the fabric all day. Being bare felt so good, you only wished to rip Daemon’s clothes apart so you could feel his sensitive skin against yours. But for now, the man was focused on something else. His hands moved to your thighs again, wetting his lips
“Have to get you ready.”, he rasped, “Don’t think that tight cunt can take a dragon cock yet.”
You breathed heavily at the comment, the sole idea of his imposing cock had your mouth water, your hips moving up, and shivers sent down your whole body.
“D-do it then.”, you whispered, finger inside your mouth, playing with the saliva on your tongue, a sinful view he could almost come for.
“As my lady commands”, he purred, biting the skin of your inner thigh as you cried his name, hips moving up hoping to meet his mouth.
“How should I do that…”, he murmured against your dripping folds, his low voice echoing against your sensitive skin. He raised his eyes to meet yours again, half closed as you hungrily sucked on your finger. You understood he awaited an answer as he didn’t move.
“With your m-mouth”, you begged, pausing a second, “And your f-fingers.”
He tilted his head, so, so close to your core you wanted to scream to him to eat you out already, the rough skin of his cheek meeting your inner thigh.
“P-please”, you whined, knowing he liked to hear you beg for it.
“Good girl”, he grunted.
You couldn’t quite tell if you cried, moaned or screamed when his lips finally met your cunt. Maybe a mix of all three, maybe none as you muffled yourself. You were too dizzy to tell, his licks hungry and harsh against your throbbing core. Two fingers parted your lips as his tongue lapped at your core, noises wet from your juices against his rough jaw. He moved his mouth up, flicking his tongue around your clit. You gasped at the sensation, lower belly burning from the inside as you let your hips meet the rhythm of his fingers and tongue. Kiss it harshly he let his mouth move down again, digits playing with your entrance as he let his tongue delve in first. You screamed this time, you were so close if he put a single finger inside you, you would come undone around it. Daemon could sense it as he moved backward, catching his breath and observing the messy masterpiece you were. One finger brushed your folds and you nearly passed out when Daemon pushed it in, slowly, painfully.
“M-more”, you whined, any words coming out of your mouth now almost against your will. You wanted every filthy thought to stay inside your mind but you couldn’t keep them locked in as they came out of you with no restrain, “Deeper!” You knew Daemon would love to hear them.
Your walls tightened around him, he moved slowly at first, meeting your hips in a joyful and obscene rhythm. When it got settled inside you, Daemon added another, you whined, throwing your head back against the pillows.
“I know you can take them”, he husked against your cunt, mouth resuming its assault on your oversensitive core, accompanying the harsh pace of his fingers.
His fingers scissored inside, hitting all these spots that had you seeing stars. The heat was unbearable, the ceiling was a beautiful night full of stars and you couldn’t tell what was real anymore, screaming your husband's name as waves of pleasure crashed onto you, stomach flipping when you came around his fingers and mouth. He rode you to your orgasm, almost to coma as his digits wouldn’t stop their aggressive dance inside you. You tried to catch your breath, moaning and crying at the same time.
“I love when you moan my name”, he kissed both your thighs, fingers sliding out of you, “Want to hear you scream it for me.”
Your breast bounced slightly as you finally caught your breath, nipples and skin sensitive as it burned under Daemon’s insatiable stare. His fingers met your mouth, tasting yourself on them as he lowered his head so his tongue could circle your nipples, playing with the soft skin of your breast.
“Bite m-me”, you mumbled, unsure why you asked, you simply wanted to be marked forever.
“If you insist”, he laughed, air hot against your body.
He lowered his head, teeth nibbling at the soft skin of your breast.
“Mark will be for later love”, he whispered, leaving your nipples, moving up again to rest his head against your neck. Your scent was so strong here he almost lost any restrain he thought he didn’t have anymore, “Can’t believe I’m finally going to sink into this sweet cunt, pound it until you come crawling to my feet, begging for it each minutes of your next heat, belly swelling with-”
“O-oh my god shut up and fuck me already!”
Daemon raised his head, face mixed with laughter and confusion. Your impatience certainly aroused and amused him.
“Oh well…”, he commented, lips curling in a teasing smile, “I was just planning what I would do to you…”
“G-get inside!”, you whined, legs around his waist, pulling him closer, the leather grazing your wet and sensitive core.
“Oh because my Lady knows how it’s… done now?”, he laughed, “Where did your innocence go.”, he raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips as he undid his top in haste, throwing the fabric somewhere on the floor.
“Took your cock enough in my mouth to know it’s supposed to go in holes.”
Daemon's mouth parted open and closed immediately. Instead a silent laugh was stuck in his throat, definitely amused by your filthy words.
“So my sweet girl knows what it does to take her Alpha’s cock during heat, hm?”, he teased, towering you, his dark eyes scanning your body, already imagining himself buried so deep inside your cunt would take the form of his cock, and his only.
Your eyes wandered in the room as you heard him undoing his pants, sliding out of them with ease. You knew… some things. You had heard things, from how big and pleasurable an Alpha’s cock was supposed to be, from how you were made to take it as an Omega.
“If my baby girl doesn’t know, I might just show her.”
You observed him, finally naked under your hungry gaze, his length in hand, fierce and angry. His fingers at the base, slowly stroking it. Instinctively you parted your legs open, you had left his waist so he could undress, but now you were more than ready for him, naturally wet enough so he could get seated in easily. A hand came to rest on your elevated knee while the other left his erection to push your other knee down on the bed, giving him a perfect sight and angle.
“Ready when you are”, he grunted, head of his cock lustfully brushing your dripping folds.
You nodded frantically, gasping at the friction. You were burning, melting, your body had just been tossed in a fire pit at the sight of his shaft and the only thing you had in mind was to take it like you were told to be. Your mouth watered, you wanted more, more and more. You wanted him, all of him.
“I want you inside me”, you finally spoke.
“Don’t worry”, he grunted against your ear as you felt the head pressing in, “I’ll take all of you.”
Your lips parted away perfectly for him. Like you were told, you were meant for your Alpha’s cock. And he did not lie, he was here, and so he did take all of you. Breath left your lungs as he pushed in, you felt every inch, it was never ending. When his hips met yours, his balls gently brushing your skin, you let out a loud gasp. For a few seconds you both didn’t move, savoring the very moment you had awaited for so long. So this was the feeling you craved for so much time, the one he told you so much about. All the nights whispered the filthiest things in your ears for you to finally have him buried so deep, for him to be so huge inside you wondered how he even got in at first.
“Fuck”, he groaned, “Tight, fucking tight just like I told you you would be, right love?”
You couldn’t speak, you just nodded, whining against his scars as you pressed your leg on his waist. When he moved backward slightly, you felt every veins, his size stretching you open again. He groaned and you whined, crying for your Alpha. He buried his hand in your scent, moving his cock in and out in a steady and controlled pace at first, delighted. It wasn’t painful, it felt just right. His rhythm grew erratic and harsh as his hips pounded against yours, his shaft hitting deeper and deeper at each motions.
Your lips met his in a wet kiss, saliva mixed with sweat. His hands found yours, fingers intertwined against the bed as he fucked your rough but lovingly, noises of skin against skin echoing in the room, filling your ears until you could only hear it and nothing else.
“I love you”.
The words felt right too, between a slow motion backward and a harsh push following, both your fingernails digging in each other’s hands. You fucked both your hips against one another at a hungry, unstoppable pace. You felt him grow larger and larger inside, cock pulsing, throbbing against your tight walls, clenching around his length.
“I’ll n-never”, he panted, breathing heavily with each thrust, getting closer to climax and feeling his knot grow bigger inside, “Ever leave you.”
You whined, cried his name, his status, any words that fitted his ego. He felt delicious inside, you felt delirious outside. Your skin burned against his, stinging at every place, your core dripping around his shaft, welcoming him again and again each time he pounded in. Your second orgasm approached fast as he worked you to it relentlessly. Shivers coursed through your entire body as it threatened to give up under his weight.
“D-daemon!”, you yelled, legs crossed around his waist, pressing him harder against you, hoping he would still hit deeper with each time he slammed in. You cried out as you reached your climax, body melting under his touch like his hands were everywhere on you at once. Your legs shook around him, his pace growing irregular.
His breaths were erratic, words leaving his mouths, sounds that made no sense to you as your eyes closed, feeding yourself off his groans and his cock growing so much you thought it could never leave your aching cunt. He pushed a few more times, hitting these sweet spots inside, knot buried so deep to places you both thought weren’t attainable. Head buried in your neck, his teeth met your soft skin as he dug in, marking you until it drew blood. You whined at the sensation, overwhelming your already sensitive body. Daemon groaned, mouth leaving your neck, vision fading to black when with one last thrust he spilled deep in you, your walls clenching around him, hot seed settled inside as you milked every last drop from him.
The atmosphere was heavy, loud breaths cradling you both as you stayed here, melted against one another, embraced forever.
“Oh”, you whispered, your breath taken away, “I-It feels…”
He laughed, kissing your cheeks gently, resting inside you, keeping the seed buried deep down, his knot still pulsing.
“Huge.”, you finished. You feared that any motions would tear you apart as you welcomed him in your arms.
“You’ll have to be a bit patient, sweet girl”, he cooed against your temple, “Keep your husband warm, would you?”
You nodded, lips meeting his in a tired but loving kiss. You rested a few minutes there, until you felt him move slightly, his cock not as huge as before.
“Daemon?”, you seeked out happily, his eyes closed as he breathed peacefully.
“I am going to be carrying your children?”, you tilted your head innocently, meeting his lilac eyes.
“Oh Gods”, he whispered, fake worry on his face, “I fear you might.”
You laughed as you pushed his shoulders away, his face brushing your own, a teasing kiss on your flushed cheeks. You breathed each other’s air for a few minutes, until he safely moved out of you. You whined at the loss, but still happily hummed as he planted a kiss on your temple.
“You did great”, he reassured, hand meeting your head, brushing it gently.
“I think you did too.”
He smirked, straightening up on the bed.
“Think?”, he frowned his eyebrow, “I did amazing.”, he pouted.
You laughed loudly, arms raised toward him as an invitation. He smiled as he pushed the sheets resting under you, covering your overwhelmed body with the soft fabric as he laid next to you again. Daemon opened his arms, you came to rest on his chest, his breaths rocking you to sleep, his lips meeting your forehead, an arm around your shoulders to shield you from the outside cold of the room.
“Let’s do that again, no interruption. Never again”, he whispered against your skin as you let yourself be taken by exhaustion into a delightful and dreamful night into your loving husband’s arms.
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— WASTELAND, BABY
iii. the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on
[masterlist] | [part ii]
boba fett x f!reader
rated E - 3.4k
tags: fallout au, post-apocalyptic, canon-typical themes, mentions of blood/violence/death, mentions of anxiety and grounding
a/n: if you missed it, @blackmonitor shared an amazing image of Boba in his armor - please check it out! 💖
While a new acquaintance helps you get acclimated to your life in Mos Espa, you can’t help but ask some question about Boba.
A deal is discussed behind you, as you look out through the dusty, arched windows. Watching the marketplace below, the stalls set up - trying to see what sort of things are sold in this day and age.
The range is impressive - cuts of meat, racks of clothes in varying stages of disrepair. Weapons, drinks, and you even think you see a stall selling boxes of pre-War food - but you can't imagine it could possibly be good anymore.
Fennec catches you off guard - sliding up silently, bumping your elbow. Gesturing you to follow, through one of the open wings off to the side, then down the set of stairs at the end. The hallway is lined with closed doors, crates stacked in piles in the spaces between them.
She opens the third door on the left side, the door creaking as her shoulder shoves against it. Moving a toppled-over chair out of the way, sending up a swirl of dust.
Slowly, you follow her inside.
It's small - someone's old office. A floor of cracked tile, covered with part of a ripped carpet.
The chair bumps against an old filing cabinet, a desk with two missing legs sitting in the middle of the room. Her hands brace on her hips as she scans the room, as she clicks her tongue.
"You can stay here, until something better comes along. I'll see if I can find someone to help you clear it out."
You're looking out the window - two narrow, tall rectangles. The glass is mostly intact, cracks spider-webbing from the top. Looking out onto the lower levels of the building, giving you peeks of the stalls through the curving row of tall stone pillars.
"Thank you," You're glancing over your shoulder, "I can handle all of that, I don't want to bother anyone."
She shrugs, "I'll still send them. You'll need a bed, at least. Maybe a little more, if we have it to spare."
The kindness is more than you're expecting.
The relief of a solid room - where the floor doesn't look down into the room below it, where you're protected from the winds. But there's something that sits heavy in your stomach, a worry that you haven't been able to shake since you've arrived.
You take a breath, and then you say it.
"I don't have any money."
The look she gives you is one she must give often. Exasperated, her hands dropping from her hips as she heads towards the door.
Pausing, fingers resting on the knob, "We know. There's a lot I can't get to during the day. It will be hard work... but if you help me out, the room is yours. Does that work for you?"
You're nodding, a little too eagerly, "Yes, ma'am. Thank you."
She snorts, but then the look softens. Growing a little more serious, as her head tilts, "Pretty manners won't stop a bullet, bluebird. Stay sharp, got it? Even here."
Pausing, until you nod. Telling you she'll send someone down in a while, and to meet her on the steps in the morning. Leaving you alone in the small room to think about all that's happened.
You're in the middle of sorting through the room when there's a knock at your door, the sound of a boot hitting the solid wood.
Examining a few found trinkets - anything valuable long since stripped away. A row of empty bottles line the top of the filing cabinet, and there's a shelf that had been knocked off the wall, but was still in good condition.
The sound makes your stomach flip, wondering if Fennec had come back - she had made it sound like it might be hours until she could find someone to spare. Something you had understood, and had been more than content to keep yourself busy until then.
A small part of you begins to think it might be him again - changing his mind about letting you stay. Worry twisting inside you as you stand, hesitating.
It comes again, and you finally crack the door open.
It's not him, but it's close - dressed so similarly to the armor you had seen him fit into place, up in that open chamber. Face covered with a shining silver helmet, just barely visible over the bulk he holds in his arms.
"Oh shit, sorry," You scramble to pull the door open wide enough for him to fit through.
"Where would you like these?" He asks, as if you're back in your old apartment, as if he's delivering something precious, expensive.
In a way, you suppose he is. Things seem to have more value now than ever.
You huff a laugh, gesturing to the empty center of the room, "Anywhere you'd like."
The gifts he brings are are generous, as well.
Not a full bed, but salvaged cushions from couch, a thin mat to rest on top. Tucked in the corner, it would more than suffice for now - you won't miss the rusted springs that dug into your back at the Farmhouse.
A cardboard box balanced on top yields a pile of supplies. What looked like dingy, handmade soap, a thin blanket, an empty canteen.
But the best of all - clothes - threadbare and of all sizes, but they were clean and you were eager to shed yourself from the Vault suit and ragged duster.
Taking what he had said to heart - not wanting to stand out any more than you needed. Even if it would feel a little sad to do so, you've gotten used to wearing it.
Shedding it is taking another step away from those you loved, even though they were only a half-days walk away. The separation would make it feel longer.
There's a bathroom across the hall - the bare bulb flickering as the door shuts behind you. Two bathroom stalls, one with a door broken and swinging on its hinge, but both functional. A dirty shower stall tucked off to the side.
Giving you a couple moments to yourself as you change - piecing together something from the box. Stained olive-green trousers, tucked into the boots you already wear. A light undershirt - the rotting jacket you took off the Raider traded for a soft, faded denim one.
No need to advertise that you don't know what you're doing here. Blending in will be your best shot.
With the new clothes on, you don't feel any different, but when you glance in the cracked mirror, there's a weight and weariness you seem to wear, held in your curve of shoulders, in your eyes.
But it's still you, and you'll keep going.
You've made it this far, after all.
When you leave, the man is in the middle of pushing the broken desk out the door. Together, you move it out into the hallway, clearing the room of a few more broken chairs - leaving you with one sturdy one, and an end table that only wobbles a little.
He's interesting, this man.
Doesn't say a lot, but helps willingly. Gently directing when the desk had gotten jammed as you tried to pivot around the corner. But your curious acknowledgement turns into genuine affection when he says the magic words.
"Are you hungry?
He makes a sound at the way your head whips towards him - a low, buzzing hum that could pass as a laugh.
"Come on, then."
Fennec's gaze fires towards him as she enters the room, as accurate as a shot from her rifle. Boba can feel the weight of it settle over him, even as he crouches to scrub the dirt from his Power Armor.
Caked on from where it had mixed with the blood, when he had wrenched the jacket off the fallen Raider.
"Since when is the great Daimyo so benevolent?" Her voice cuts across the room, as he dips his cloth into the murky water again, "Or, so hasty?"
He doesn't respond. A perfunctory title, to try to dig under his skin - but it’s not her best attempt.
She leans against the wall, forcing herself into his line of sight - an arched eyebrow as she waits.
Finally, he answers, "I think you should know that my generosity is not unheard of."
Fennec ignores his pointed dig.
"I ran into Din, on my way to the storehouse. Must have been, what - fifteen minutes after I left you?" There's a lilt to her voice that almost disguises her intrigue, if only he did not know her so well.
"He was around, and I was saving you time."
"Mm, I'm sure that's exactly what you were doing." She hums, "Was clearing out our supplies a favor, as well? Save us some time tidying up?"
He sighs then, a tired, heavy thing.
Slinging the towel over his shoulder, as he pushes himself to his feet - until her face has to tilt up to meet his gaze.
"I instructed him to bring enough to make her comfortable.” His arms cross over his chest, mirroring hers, “Do you regret our agreement? You did not seem so adverse before."
“Not at all," Fennec’s small smirk widens, "She seems eager to please."
He tries not to think more deeply about her wording. To find a different meaning, woven in. Eyes dropping again, as he begins on the thigh plates. Where streaked and muddy shades of red fade to worn green with each careful swipe.
"Then I don't see what the issue is."
“There’s no issue.” Her toe digs into the cracked stone, pressing against a broken edge, "Just a curiosity, with your sudden faith of this new investment. I didn’t think a set of pretty eyes would be enough to make you drop your guard.”
It's been close to a week since he's been gone, hours since he's eaten. Something he can endure, though it makes her needling more difficult to bear.
“I haven’t.” His eyes grow hard - pointedly focusing on the insult, "She's not like us.”
An understatement, to be certain. He learned out to sniff out danger decades ago - to smell the scent of boiling blood and anticipate the sharp bite of violence.
A pause, as he lets the edge grow dull, "We both know what it's like to start over. If I can aid with that, I will. For anyone in Mos Espa.”
Fennec's smirk fades, because she does know - has done it, time and time again.
"And if it's truly the investment that concerns you, then run her ragged.” Boba suggests, “I care not."
The look she shoots him tells him it's not, but his face stays impassive, making no indication that he reads her deeper meaning. That she’s really wondering if it’s safe to keep her so close - what they know so little.
If he’s already gone soft, for this new stray.
He hasn’t.
The latter is also none of her business.
There’s a twist of her heel as the silence lingers, as she leaves him alone with his thoughts.
With this safe place to stay, Boba tells himself that his mind would not be a place that she would occupy as well.
He'd done what he needed to do.
And that was that.
Your quest for food turns into a small tour of the marketplace, the rings of stalls layering like ripples in a pond. Giving you a closer look at some of the places you had seen earlier, though before long it almost seems like too much - the voices of people selling their wares layering with the chatter of conversation.
A hand nudges at your elbow, as you find yourself stuck in the middle of an aisle. Overwhelmed and overstimulated after the months of solitude, still trying to come to terms with the state of the world.
The gesture is solid but kindly-intended - guiding you down one of the aisles, the next layer a little less populated.
There's the crackle of his helmet, as he guides you to a crate that bumps up against a stall, where a tall droid is dispensing brightly-colored drinks, "Stay here."
Your eyes track him, as he leaves - he's easy to follow, everyone gives him a wide berth.
Occasionally there's the glare of the sun against his helmet as he turns back your way. You're not sure if it's to check that you're there, or that you're being left alone. Most likely, both.
He barters with a woman in a stall, rows of dried meats and fruits in stacks between them. Fishing around in the pouches on his belt, exchanging something from within for a small, wrapped package. Moving onto the next - further away, but you can still just see the gleam of his armor.
Gradually, the pounding of your heart slows. Eyes closing as you try to remind yourself that you are safe now. That yes, this is a lot but you've endured everything until now, and you can endure this, too.
Grounding yourself with things you can see. The dried paint that makes up the dripping words of a sign, Mos Espa Mercantile, mentally tracing the letters. Breathing in with one swoop of your eyes, out with the other.
Moving onto bright colors in the crowd.
A figure with a long, tattered crimson coat - pale frills at his chest and wrists. Your gaze sliding further away, to another flash of red. To a man with grey hair and a silver arm, a red shirt and a scarf around his neck. Just able to make out the curl of his smile as he leans against a counter, a slim hip cocked.
Finally, on the figure in silver armor again - heading back your way. A bag hanging from the crook in his arm, carrying a tin bowl with his gloved hand.
"You okay?" He asks, offering you the bowl, which you take eagerly.
It holds a thick broth, the smell making your mouth water. Warming your throat and insides as you slurp it down, unable to help the small groan of appreciation.
Managing a thank you from behind your hand as he passes over the end of a loaf of bread - using it as a makeshift spoon for the chunks of vegetables.
You feel better, with food in your stomach.
The anxiety continues to ebb, your breath slowing until you're feeling like yourself, again. He stands guard in front of you, fielding a few curious eyes with the nod of his head.
Through the swirl of people, few stop by to talk to him - calling him "Mando", or "the Mandalorian" - treating him with the same sort of respect you had seen with Boba, though tempered.
"Thank you. I haven't eaten anything warm in forever," You sigh, the bowl warming your hands as your back rests against the solid wall of the stall, "What was it?"
"You're from the Vaults, right?" Mando asks, as you nod. He huffs a sound, the laugh a low sound, "Then you might not want to know."
That makes you smile and together, you return the bowl - going back to your slow wandering.
The time had given you a chance to acclimate, aided by the berth people give you, with him following at your shoulder. It brings back some of your curiosity, trying to remember the paths you had taken - wondering about this armored man, as well.
"So, do you owe Fennec a lot of favors? I mean, having to babysit me like this," You joke, a small smile sent his way. It didn't take much to tell he had a reputation - was important, in some way.
Guilt tinging your words with self-deprecation at feeling so helpless, again.
"Fennec?" He asks, the name pitching up - you take it for confusion, "She pointed me towards supplies. Boba had already asked me to bring you anything you might need. He found you, right?"
"Yes." You admit, as you slowly pass the stalls, moving into a more residential area. The buildings set close - most boarded up, though there's flickers of life inside, "He saved me from some Raiders. Things... would not have gone well for me if he hadn't."
"He has a habit of appearing when needed."
The Mandalorian acknowledges, "For better, or worse."
His gloved hand comes out to touch your arm, halting you as two young boys rush out from an alley, crossing your path.
The sudden movement startles you, the tightness in your chest ebbing as there's a shout of laughter - a sun-bleached ball cutched in their hand.
Just kids, having fun. Like before.
"Do you know him well?" You can't resist asking.
"We have spent some time together. He helped me, when he didn't have to." The Mandalorian tells you.
Filling you in on how there had been a miscommunication. How a stand-off with Boba had turned into him protecting his Foundling, when trouble had arisen.
How he had helped him get him back after he had been taken - even though Boba had barely known him. Staying until the Child was brought somewhere safe - where he resides, now.
It's hard to process - thrown into a story that you only know pieces of, told by someone who doesn't delve into details.
But there's pieces there that stand out.
That this Mandalorian has someone he cares for.
That Boba had helped him, unbidden.
He continues, telling you how he had returned the support when Boba had asked for his help, "We fought side-by-side for this city, some time ago."
The words spill eagerly from your lips, "What happened?"
There's silence, and you wonder if he heard - and if he did, if your question was too personal. Or maybe, and you're getting this is the case, maybe he's thoughtful with his words, thinking things through before answering.
"There was a warlord here, before. Boba removed him, and took over."
You have an idea of what removed means, your stomach twisting.
"It wasn't an easy transition. He had disrupted several moving parts, and there was a power struggle. The city went to war with a rival faction, but we saw it through to the end."
"Did he deserve it?" You ask, "The warlord. Was he that terrible?"
For some reason, that's where your attention had become fixed. The catalyst to everything else that had happened after.
A war - you can't help but wonder if things had been better before, or now.
"Does it matter?" The Mandalorian asks. Another long pause, "I understand it was... personal."
Parts of the area become more familiar - the edge of the marketplace was coming back into view - the tall, brick dome appearing on the other side of the apartment buildings.
You don't think you'll get anything else out of him, and part of you doesn't want to know. But there's one last question - one that will set your mind at ease.
"Do you trust him?"
The Mandalorian doesn't hesitate, this time.
"Yes." He tells you, "I do."
Your legs ache as you follow him up the steps, to the wide set of double-doors. Back where you began, a sort of lightness in your chest in spite of all that has happened.
The Mandalorian pauses, his helmet tipping in your direction - a crackle of breath as he thinks about what to say. Hip cocked as he stands on the last step, shifting his weight as hands brace on hips.
"I spent a long time by myself. Years." He finally says, the words so low in the loud space that you almost miss them, "I've found a place, here. Perhaps you will, as well."
He leaves you then, with your bags of food - and your head a swirl of thoughts. Still lost in them as you tug open the door, slipping inside.
The room has filled out, close groupings of people clustered throughout the space. You make for the hallway, but you’re unable to help looking at the dais. What you see makes your steps slow, as you all but stumble.
Fennec had fit the space with her attitude, her energy.
But Boba - the space seems to have been made for him. Thighs spread wide as he sits on the seat, a curl of his forearm across the arched back, a tilt to his head. A helmet set off to the side, the light glittering off the dark visor.
No. Not just a seat.
A throne.
For some reason, there’s a thrill in your belly. A small spark that warms you from the inside - flaring to life when his eyes shift in your direction.
Where you’re caught staring.
The heat rises from your stomach to your chest - up to your cheeks. You remember your feet, making them move.
Taking you back to your room.
Where you finally feel like you can breathe.
The evening spent carefully arranging the space. Fixing the shelf so it hangs again, your treasures lined up against the wall.
Until the sky turns to pink, then orange, then an inky indigo. The blanket wrapped around you as you sit on your bed, back against the wall.
A soft glow of a lantern warming the room, as you leaf through your books before the day ends.
Whenever you had read your stories, you never put a face to the characters. They had always been hazy - the idea of a person. Because that was better than reality, of any person you knew, or could imagine.
But now, as you lose yourself in the beautiful, winding words - you can’t help but picture a man with a powerful build.
And a set of kind, brown eyes.
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Back in the Saddle Part 2
Pairing: Syverson x Heather Markum (OFC)
WC 4896
Warnings: Some non-explicit allusions to sexy times.
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It was by the third yawn hidden behind her hand that she was really starting to feel it, the dreaded caffeine crash.
"You can head out if you're tired." Sy said but she shook her head.
"I'm fine." And just to make her a liar, another yawn split her face making him smile.
"Go on, go get some sleep. I won't take it personal, you said that's what you do on the weekends anyway."
"I have an idea and feel free to shoot me down, I'll understand."
"What's up?" He asked and she hesitated. "Doll?"
"How about we take a nap together?" It came out in a rush and she looked down at the table, nervous about his reaction. She was coming off as needy, clingy. They'd only met last night for Pete's Sake and she just--
"Sounds like a great idea." He said and she looked up at him. "Really. I wouldn't mind spendin' a lazy day with you, and apparently, Nap Dates are a thing."
"G-great." She said with a small smile, "I'll send you my address and we can go back to my place. Unless you'd rather we go back to yours."
"Yours is good. Whatever would make you comfy. Military life trained me to sleep just about anywhere." Sy said and she pulled out her phone, texting him her address and hearing his phone chime a moment later from his pocket. "Come on. Nap time awaits."
Even though he had her address as a backup, he had no issues following her back to her place in his truck, parking behind her car in the driveway. He looked around as they got inside, letting out a low whistle.
"Nice digs." He said and she shrugged. "Maybe I should get into real estate."
"You could do a lot with that bachelor's degree you have," Heather said, throwing her keys on the table by the door and kicking off her shoes. "Police, state troopers, maybe even apply to Quantico. Prior military experience will help, too."
"I got a buddy who was snatched up by the CIA when his 6 years was up. He told me he'd put in a good word for me if I decide to leave before retirement age." Sy said, "I don't think I'm spook material, though. Hadn't considered Quantico."
"Never hurts to keep your options open."
"True enough." He said and turned to her, going to her and sliding his hands around her waist. Her own hands went to his chest, the material of his shirt soft under her palms.
"Bedroom's this way." She said, patting his chest once before pulling away from him and leading him up the stairs. "I'm going to get changed out of these clothes if you want to get comfy." He leaned in the doorway of her bedroom, watching her for a moment before his eyes swept over the room. Something on her dresser caught his attention and he went to it, staring down at it with a quizzical expression. "It's resin, don't worry." She said, going up behind him as he stared at the skull and he snorted. Grabbing her pajamas from the end of the bed, she went into the bathroom to change, pulling the clip from her hair and running a brush through it. Seeing as it had still been damp from the shower when she clipped it up, it had dried in messy waves so she just pulled it back again into a sloppy bun at the back of her head.
Sy was laying in bed when she emerged from the bathroom and she saw his clothes folded neatly on top of the dresser, his boots on the floor with his socks shoved into them.
"Kept my drawers on just to be on the safe side." He said and she smiled slightly, looking over at him. The blankets were at his waist and his hand was behind his head as he lay back against the pillows. The sight of his hairy muscular chest and stomach threatened to short-circuit her brain. He didn't have a happy trail, he had a parking lot. Some nervousness started to creep in as she went around the bed to the empty side, her movements a little hesitant as she climbed in. "If you're havin' second thoughts, I can take a hike. No harm done."
"It's just been a while since I shared a bed with anyone, is all." She said and he made an understanding sound.
"Come here, doll." He said, his voice low and she turned over to face him, seeing him on his side towards her. The look in his eyes made her heart race, but it wasn't one of lascivious intent. Moving closer to him, his arm wrapped around her waist and he tugged her even closer, his lips pressing to her forehead and making her sigh, tension she didn't even realize was there leaving her muscles. His skin was warm, his chest hair slightly coarse, and he smelled fantastic. Turning in his arms, she put her back to him and his arm tightened briefly, pulling her back against his chest and she felt his legs tangle with hers, pressing them fully together. "That's my good girl." The whispered praise made her sigh again and, oddly enough, made tears burn in her eyes. She just blinked rapidly to clear them before sliding her hand over his arm and shifting slightly to get comfortable, closing her eyes as she felt him press a gentle kiss to her shoulder.
Heather had been a fitful sleeper just about her entire life, never staying still, tossing and turning, briefly waking up several times. Even when she was married it didn't stop, much to David's chagrin. He was often snippy with her in the morning as her constant movement was an annoyance for him. With Sy, though, she didn't think she moved once, sleeping deeply wrapped in his arms with his warmth at her back. She was utterly and completely dead to the world, not the half-conscious rest she was used to.
She didn't know how long she was out, but it must have been several hours as the sun was setting when she finally woke. Had she really slept the entire day? She had been more tired than she realized. Sy was still asleep behind her, his arm still around her waist and his warm breath fanning across the back of her neck. Shifting slightly, she turned over as gently as she could so she didn't wake him, looking at him with his face relaxed in sleep. He really was handsome, almost devastatingly so. What was he doing with her? She knew they weren't officially together, but the fact that he had any interest in her at all surprised her somewhat.
David always commented on her appearance, telling her how plain she looked, how utterly unremarkable. He also scoffed at her slightly Gothic design and wardrobe choices. Dark clothes, and anatomical diagrams in frames on the walls. Her Tristan and Isolde Salvador Dali painting had been taken out of storage after the divorce, as David hadn’t allowed it in the house, saying it was "creepy", whereas she described it as "hauntingly beautiful".
Why had she married him? Maybe it was because he had convinced her that he was the best she was ever going to get. After she informed him that got herself sterilized while he was away on a "boys trip", he raged at her, calling her selfish among other less civil things. It still devastated her when he asked for a divorce, citing fraud as the reason. Her attorney asked him to clarify and he said that when he married her, he was under the impression that they were going to have children, start a family. She had quickly rebutted that he knew she didn't want children, that she had informed him very early in their relationship that she didn't want children, his sister backing her up at the character hearing. It wasn't her fault, nor was it fraud, that he didn't believe her or had no plans to respect her wishes. The judge agreed and David's attempts to weasel out of alimony on the basis of fraud failed.
It had taken their marriage falling apart for her to realize that he hadn’t wanted a partner, he wanted a Stepford Wife. Someone to rely on him wholly and truly, to take care of the house and the kids, to give up her career and put aside everything she wanted in favor of his own wants. He hadn’t been like that while they were dating, pulling the wool over her eyes, hiding his true self until the vows were exchanged. She should have known, she should have seen. His mother had given up her partnership at a law firm when she married his dad, becoming a housewife, having dinner on the table at 5 o’clock sharp, all chores completed and the house spotless. For some women, that kind of life was fulfilling in its own way, but that wasn’t the life she wanted for herself.
Moving into him, she tucked her face into his neck, sliding her arm around his waist and sighing. It must have woken him, as his arm tightened around her waist and she heard him breathe in deep through his nose, his lips pressing to the side of her head.
“Hey.” He said groggily, and she hummed against him. “What time is it?”
“No idea.” She said, “Sun’s going down, though.”
“Damn, didn’t know I was that tired.” Sy said, his hand starting to rub her back gently. “How’d you sleep?”
“Better than I have in a while.”
“Same.” He said, his thumb moving back and forth over her back.
“You hungry?” She asked and he hummed.
“Don’t want to get up yet. Comfy.” He said and she giggled slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to his skin, making him give out a low hum. "Do that again." She pressed another kiss to his neck, this time to the heavy pulse under his jaw. "Mmmm, baby." He moved, rolling them over so he pressed her to the bed, his hips pressed against hers as he buried his face in her neck, his beard scratching over her skin as he mouthed along her throat. "Tell me to stop and I will."
"No." She said, moving her hands over his bare back. "Don't stop." He picked his head up to look at her, his eyes moving over her face before he kissed her, one of his hands coming up to hold the side of her jaw. The feel of his body on top of hers, his lips moving against hers made that familiar tingle start in her thighs, a pressure building between her legs. His other hand pushed under her shirt and over her ribs, fingertips skirting around the edge of her breast. "Sy…" She sighed.
"Oh fuck, Heather." He said, the timbre of his voice making a shiver go down her spine. Her arms raised as he pulled her shirt from her and she pulled him down into another kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I didn't--I don't want you to think I agreed to this just to get you into bed. Euphemistically speakin'."
"I know." She said, "And I didn't ask if you wanted to with the intent of seducing you."
"But, fuck, you're beautiful." He said and her eyes burned at the sudden compliment. She just closed them, pulling him into another kiss.
Sy took her breath away with the passion with which he made love to her. This man definitely wasn't real. The whispered praise against her skin, the way he held her while he was inside her, and the eye contact. He insisted on looking into her eyes as he moved within her, wanting to see how he was making her feel. His hands on her body, his lips on her skin, how it felt while they were connected, it was all almost too much and she came more than once before he finally seated himself inside her fully, groaning as he released into her. He took her to the bed from their seated position with her in his lap, holding her close.
"Goddamn." She whispered and heard him chuckle slightly.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Sy ended up spending the night, part of her telling her that they were going too fast, but it felt so utterly right to be in his arms. He surprised her the next morning with breakfast in bed, watching her eat as he drank his coffee, a small smile on his face. He spent all of Sunday with her, too, and they had sex several times throughout the day and in various rooms of the house. The shower, on the kitchen island, with her kneeling on the couch, her hands gripping the back as he held onto her hips. He couldn't seem to get enough of her and she was the same with him, returning his advances each and every time with a matched enthusiasm. She hadn't been like this with David, in fact they hadn't been having sex at all for almost the last year of their marriage.
The feel of Sy's heavy body on hers, the way he touched her with his hands and lips, it made her feel beautiful, cherished.
He would have stayed the night again, if he hadn't needed to report for duty Monday morning and he left late Sunday night to head home. The kiss he gave her at the door made her toes curl and she very nearly pulled him back into the house by his belt. Somehow she resisted and watched him walk away, getting into his truck and pulling out of her driveway, disappearing down the street.
Her pillows still smelled like him when she went to bed and it warmed her heart, his goodnight text making her smile before she drifted off.
Sy had warned her that while he was on duty, he didn't really have access to his phone, so if she didn't hear from him, or respond to her messages, that was why. She kept her messages to a minimum, sending him a good morning text when she got up that wasn't responded to until long after she got home from work. He didn't have access to his phone, so she wasn't going to blow it up with messages.
It was about mid-week when she pulled into her driveway, seeing David's sedan parked out front, the man himself waiting on her doorstep. He was still wearing his suit from work and she hesitated a moment before getting out of her car.
"What're you doing here?" She asked as she walked up.
"Where is he?" David asked.
"Where is…"
"Jake Syverson." She hadn't told him his full name when she introduced him, just what he went by.
"How did you--"
"I waited until you guys left the coffee place and ran his plates." David said.
"That's…a massive ethics violation, David. Not to mention fucked up." She said, her fingers curling around her keys.
"Where is he?" He asked again.
"He's on duty this week."
"You mentioned he was in the Army."
"An Army Captain, yeah." Heather said, "David, what the hell is this all about? Please don't go all crazy jealous ex-husband. You asked for the divorce, not me. You wanted to end the marriage."
"He's not who he says he is." David said and she blinked at him.
"What."
"Jake Syverson is dead, Heather. He died three years ago in Afghanistan." He said, "I wasn't able to find particulars, just that it was in the line of duty."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" She asked with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Of all the lame ass stories you could have come up with, "He's dead" is probably the dumbest."
"It's not a story." David said, "Whoever he is, he's not Jake Syverson. I don't know why he would take the identity of a dead soldier, but he's not who he says he is. Heather, I know we didn't end things on the best of terms, but I still care about you, and I'm worried about what this guy has planned for you. You need to cut off contact. Stop seeing him. If he tries to get in touch with you again, you need to call me and let me know."
"Absolutely not." Heather said, "And if I see any police cars, marked or unmarked, around my home, David, I'm calling your Captain and reporting you. Now get the hell off my property." Pushing around him, she unlocked the front door and went inside, closing it and throwing both of the deadbolts. Her first order of business after David had moved out was to change all of the locks, so even if he still had his key, he wouldn't be able to get in. Pulling out her phone, she tried calling Sy but it went straight to voice-mail so she hung up without leaving a message. What would she say anyway? My ex-husband, who's a cop, says you stole the identity of a dead man? "Fucking ridiculous." She muttered and set about getting settled for the night.
She didn't see David for the rest of the week, although she did get an email from him in her inbox with Sy's name as the subject. While she didn't delete it, she didn't open it either, letting it sit there. The weekend came around again and she was laying in bed late Friday night when her phone dinged at her. Picking it up, she turned on the screen and saw the message from Sy.
"Let me in?" She nearly jumped out of bed, bouncing to the front door with a smile on her face and throwing back the locks, opening the door. He hadn't changed out of his uniform and she pulled him in even as he moved into her, his arms coming around her waist as she encircled his neck with hers.
"I missed you, doll." He said, hugging her tightly and she gave a squeak as he suddenly picked her up, walking her into the house and kicking the door closed before setting her down again. He had trimmed his beard at some point and it was neat on his jaw instead of the slightly unkempt it had been before. The whiskers were soft under her hands as she pulled him into a kiss that he responded to instantly, his hands encircling her waist as he pressed back against her. "Come on, baby, let's get reacquainted. It's been a long week." With his hands holding the backs of her thighs, she hopped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him again. She heard him throw the locks on the front door before he carried her to the bedroom.
Sy was sleeping soundly as she left the bedroom, easing the door closed before walking down the hall to her office, dressed in only the green t-shirt he had been wearing under his uniform jacket. Get reacquainted with each other was right. It was like he hadn’t seen her in months, not just a week. Not that she was complaining. It was early morning, the sun was just barely up and she turned on her computer, needing to check emails for responses she was waiting for.
She saw David’s email in there still and she clicked the checkbox next to it before going up to the garbage can icon. She should just delete it. It was bullshit. Sy was Sy. He wasn’t someone pretending to be a dead man. Her curiosity won over and she opened it, looking over the obituary.
IN LOVING MEMORY
JAKE SYVERSON
There was a birthday and date of death, but no picture. The in memoriam statements matched what Sy had told her about himself. Born in Coppell, Texas, both parents were still in the picture, three younger siblings. Played football in high school, graduated middle of his class. It even mentioned the bachelors in Criminal Justice from UTD before heading into the Army Officer’s Program. A sliver of doubt started to creep in. It matched what he told her, but then it was his life, why wouldn’t it. She was being ridiculous. Served with distinction in the Army Special Forces, Purple Heart for sustaining injuries in the line of duty (he had a scar on his thigh that looked like a bullet wound), a Silver Heart awarded presumptuously at his service for valor. It didn’t say how he died, but then if he was Special Forces, it wouldn’t.
She was being stupid.
Going to google, she put in his name along with his hometown and the first match was the obituary David had sent her, but the second was a facebook profile. Clicking on it, she looked over it. There were messages on the wall posted after the date of death from friends saying how much they missed him, family saying that Christmas and Thanksgiving were hard without him that year. It was a public profile, so she went into the pictures, her eyes going wide. It was him. One-hundred percent him. The latest photos even showed him with the buzzed hair and beard, smiling a smile she knew so well. One of the pictures he was lying in a hospital bed, the leg with the scar wrapped in bandages and elevated. He looked tired, but still managed a smile and a thumbs up to the camera, a caption of “Well that sucked” on the sidebar along with comments for him to get better soon.
It was him. Why would he fake his death? And if he did fake his death, why would he still go by his real name?
“Babe?” She looked up, seeing him leaning in the doorway of the office. “It’s still early, what’re you doin’ up?” She didn’t answer, staring at him with wide eyes. The scant light coming in from the window was making his eyes glow with an unnatural golden light. “Shit.” She moved quickly, pushing out of the chair and running out of the side office door, hearing him chase after her. She was almost to the front door when his arms came around her tight, lifting her off her feet. Heather fought against him, tried kicking as her arms were pinned against her sides. “Stop fightin’ me, I ain’t gonna hurt ya!” Her mouth opened to scream, but his hand clamped over it, “Heather, baby, please stop fightin’ me. I’m not gonna hurt you. Please, baby, please.” He set her down on her feet, but kept a hold on her, tears burning in her eyes and spilling over, gathering on his fingers. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry.” He sounded in pain, pressing his forehead to the back of her head. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’d never hurt you.” She stopped fighting against him, stopped struggling to break free and his arm loosened around her. “I’m gonna take my hand off your mouth. Don’t scream.” She nodded quickly and his hand lowered slowly. “I need to explain.”
“You’re fucking right you do!” She yelled and felt him flinch at her back as if she had hit him. “You’re a fucking dead man!”
“Yeah, I am.” He sighed, “I died, baby, I died and was buried.” She hadn’t been expecting that, him saying that he faked his death for some reason, maybe, but not for him to actually admit that he was dead. “It didn’t take and I had to be dug up again.”
“What the fuck do you mean “it didn’t take”?!” He turned her around and she looked up at him, seeing the pain in his eyes that broke through her own anger and fear somewhat.
“Heather, I…” He stopped, closing his eyes briefly with a sigh, “The name I registered with the speed dating company is not the name I gave you. I gave you my real name, fuck I don’t know why, but I registered under an alias. I go to them to find women, take them home, feed from them, and then wipe their memories of me.”
“What?” She asked after a moment.
“But you, I knew the moment I saw you that you were different. I didn’t just want to have a night with you, take what I needed, and then move on.” He said, reaching up to hold the side of her face gently. “I wanted so many nights with you, and days, and weeks, and months, and years.”
“What the hell are you?” She asked and he sighed again.
“I don’t know if there’s a word for me exactly.”
“You said you feed off of women. What do you take from them?”
“Their energy, their life force, whatever you wanna call it. Not enough to hurt’em, but enough to keep me goin’.”
“Do they know that you…”
“I do it in the middle of us bein’ together. They probably don’t even notice.”
“But you…wipe their memories.”
“Last thing I want to do is hurt’em by havin’em think I was just some asshole who wanted to get laid and used’em.” Sy said, “Best they don’t remember me at all.”
“But you did use them.”
“In a way, yeah. I ain’t proud of it, but I gotta do what I gotta do to survive.”
“Did you ever…feed off of me?”
“No.” He said sternly, “Heather, baby, I…you’re special, fuck if I know how, but you are.”
“How do I know you’re not just some…psychopath living in a fantasy world? How do I know you’re not just going to kill me and dump my body somewhere?”
“I’d never hurt you, Heather, I told you.” He said, “But you’re right, what I’m tellin’ you sounds crazy. Even to me and I’m livin’ it.” His eyes closed again and he breathed in deep, letting it out slowly. When he opened them again, his blue eyes were gone, replaced by a solid black that covered the iris and the whites, so dark that she could almost see herself in them. The black slowly faded away to the edges of his eyes, and they were normal again. The small display seemed to tire him and his shoulders sagged somewhat.
“Where were you?” She asked and he gave her a questioning look. “The Army thinks you’re dead. Where were you all this week?”
“I needed to feed, so I went out and…fed.” He said and she went quiet.
“Oh.”
“I didn’t sleep with’em.” He said quickly, “I went back to their place, yeah, but I fed and wiped their memories of me, leavin’em asleep.”
“You didn’t…” Why was that important to her? She just found out the man she’s been having amazing marathon sex with wasn’t even human and she was hung up on him sleeping with other women? Priorities.
“I didn’t want to. Wasn’t interested in bein’ with’em like that.” Sy said, “Not since I met you.”
“But you still…fed from them.”
“I needed to. Real food doesn’t do anythin’ for me anymore, it’s empty. It’d be like you not eatin’ for a couple days.”
“Oh.”
“I was going to tell you, I was, I promise.” Sy said, “When we had been together longer, I was gonna spill those beans and deal with the fallout.”
“David is a cop.” Heather said and he arched a brow at her.
“Okay?”
“He ran the license plates on your truck, it’s registered under your name. He emailed me your obituary.” She said, “He told me to let him know if you ever contacted me again.”
“What did you tell him?”
“Absolutely not.” She said, “That was…before.”
“And now?” He asked and there was a moment before she stepped into him, wrapping her arms around his chest and holding him. He gave a great shuddering sigh as he returned her embrace, holding her tightly.
“No one else.” She said and felt him go still.
“Babe?”
“You don’t feed from anyone else.” What the fuck was she saying? Was she wrong in the head? “Just me.”
“Heather?”
“You said it doesn’t hurt them, right?”
“Yeah.” Sy said, “I don’t take enough to hurt’em. I could, but I don’t.”
“Then no one else.”
“Oh, babe.” He sighed and pulled back, reaching up to hold the sides of her jaw before he leaned into her again, pressing his lips to hers. There was a moment of hesitation before she kissed him back, her eyes closing. “Somethin’ special.” He backed her against the nearest wall, kissing her again as he pressed against her. When she opened her eyes, she saw his were black as he stared down at her and there was a small fissure of fear before she shoved it away, pulling him back in. Bending a little, his face buried in her neck, lips moving over her skin and she felt his chest inflate as he breathed in deep. There was a pulling deep in her chest that made her gasp, her eyes closing and he groaned against her. “Fuck.” He sighed and pressed his lips to the heavy pulse under her jaw before inhaling again, the pull stronger this time and making her moan. It felt like a thread was connecting them and she pulled him up into a kiss, feeling him press against her stomach, hard and thick. “You taste so fuckin’ good.”
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I LOVE LOVE THE CRANE WIVES !!!!!!!
IVE LOVED EVERY PIECE OF THEIR MUSIC WHICH I THINK IVE LISTENDED TO ALMOST ALL OF IT.
NEVER HEARD A CRANE WIVES SONG I DISLIKED!!!1
THE FUNKY LITTLE LEADING BASS LINE AND THE HOWLING VOCALS HAVE MY HEART AND SOULLLLL
SOME OF MY FAVORITE CRANE WIVES LYRICS: Album - Safe Ship, Harbored
You won't find me where you left me
No, I'm long gone (Long gone)You can't bind me in the state you kept meFor so long (So long)
I give up my sight To see
I give up my air To breathe
We're the daughters of sinners, we're the sons of saints
If there's a hole in the silver lining
I'll be the one, the one to find itI take it upon myself to make sure
I do . I might find nothing when I start lookingBut I turn it over in my hands untilMy fingers wear it through
Where does your faith fall?
Where does your faith fall in me?Don't break the bottleDon't waste your blessings on me
My dreams keep diggin' up the bones of memories
Discarded remnants of former timesNow every skeleton is slappin' its knees
Laughin' at the holes he left behind
I have all the time I need
(And when full moon beckons)To repent my wicked deeds(She relives the night that took her life)Plant my guilty seed(To suffer it in her eternal penance)
By the moonlight in the cemetery
Album - The Fool in Her Wedding Gown
Spreading out the ashes of a love
That only gave and gave
I'm swimming in this dress, a child in her mother's clothes
This ring around my finger's like a chain around my throatAre you so sure you've tamed me?
Don't just watch me go, you fool
Run with me, keep up, keep up, keep up
That though we're gray, we can stay young, and wild, and free
And if I were someplace else
And if I were someone elseAnd if I were not myself, would this be easier?
I'm at a loss for better plans
'Cause this is all I haveSo I'll just close my eyes and try To pretend That it gets easier
All you're doing now is losing me
I gave you everything I had
And now I want it back
You built the glacier house in the fadin' SummerYou cursed the earth you settled under
I know that you mean so well
But I am not a vessel for your good intent
Though I planted the seeds, gave them everything they needBut the flowers in our window box don't growLittle buds make their graves as the warmth inside us fadesBut I still don't know shit about letting go
Just give me back, give me back to the ground
When my ghost sings my battle cry you'll be too sorry to dance
Am I the only thing that keeps you safe when the light is gone?
But I still hold out hope that maybe someday
I'll be worth more than all the silence left in my way
But if in the end I lose my voiceWill you forget about your love for me?
And when you break the surface oh without mePlease don't return me to the dark of all the memories
The heart is just a muscle with a rhythm all its own
It doesn't stop when you decide not to move on
The heart knows nothing of your love or of your loss
Album - Coyote Stories
No amount of fear will keep you safe
With the risk of fall
I never climbed at allEvery day I told myself“I’m not ready”
Their stories reveal
Regrets their smiles can’t conceal
I could have been anyone, anyone else
Before you made the choice for me
Bore the shadows that you made
With no light of my own
I shine only with the light you gave me
All is fair in love and war, but I can’t fight with you anymoreThis will be the death of me
I'm one deep breath away from a breakdown
My nerves are wrecked and coming unwound
I rip myself apart at the seams
I find one weak spot and start unravelingHoping I can find a better me
I keep my closet free of skeletons
'Cause I'm much better at digging graves
I've seen good men spoiled
Chained to their jobs like houndsThey work and sleep and work againIn the darkest nights they howlTheir cries are a warningTo everyone followingNo man should stand to work all of his daysAnd have nothing at the end of them
I got no money but the changeThat jingles in my pocketsReminding me how little I haveAnd as for time I amPowerless to stop itIt keeps rambling on like a mad, wandering man
And my dear papa gave me
Lessons in regretHe said all that he'd done would be for nothingIf I followed in his steps
He taught me that the hand that feeds
Deserves to be bitten when it beats
And that no man should get
More of my time than me, than me
I may never be a rich man
But I can, make sure that I am free
That these hands of mine were clumsy, not cleverAnd I tried to do the best that I couldBut try as I might I couldn't bring myself to hold you
There is love that doesn't have a place to rest
But it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulders
For keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you
I want to know that there are lands
Not yet touched by human handsI want to be the one to find them
Album - Foxlore
Sure, you can forget about all the things you've done
But what about the rest of us?
High-tail it when it gets to be too much
What about the rest of us?
Marrow made a wife of Eve
But no one gave up a rib for me and mine
Time has changed the metaphor
Now, dust is not the origin of boneLittle girl, don't let them sell you any armorAll your ribs are still your own
The time has come for moving on
You can't be always trying to dig upWhat you've already buried
Every word I say is kindling
But the smoke clears when you're aroundWon't you stay with me, my darlingWhen my walls start burning down, down, down?
You don't have to believe every single thought
That tumbles through your headJust 'cause it sounds like you talkingSometimes all you can doIs say goodnight and tuck your demons into bed'Cause they're not worth fighting
What good has ever come of it?
What answers will you find?Turn out the lights on your mind
Don't buy me flowers
It pains me to watch pretty little things wilt away
Keep the light so dim that you can't see
What's out there ahead
If only I could break the chain of disappointments
Weighing me downShake off the ghosts that whisper warnings
The crows in the garden are laughing at my expense
Put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throatGive me something pretty to wear beneath my blood-stained clothes
Tell the crows they can have their pound of flesh
Get on your knees and dig up the garden
Won't you throw down that spade andDig up the garden, darling?Get your hands dirty and rip up the gardenWon't you cut down that apple tree for me?
Album - Here I Am
I thought it would be easier to change
How many times can someone start again?How many more times will it take?
Got bombs that are falling on my mind
I'm getting used to the noise and light,
I wanna be found
I think I'm ready to be hereTie me down, tie me down
This ghost town is making a ghost of me
They shake me off and ask why I bother
The answer is simpleMy father, his fatherI come from a long line of people who believeIn the flowers that growIn the cracks in the street
Tender as a bruise
Sharper than a razorWraps her tentacles around meLike she'll never let me goFury shakes the rafters, but never in my favorI'm trembling in the eye of the only storm I've ever known
Stop the car, I wanna get outI'm craving open air and solid ground'Cause I've been watching from the backseatWatching the world slipping past me
Like a moth in the night
I'm desperate for a minute in the light'Cause everywhere that I goSomething pulls me to the shadows
I'm a fool
I've been howling at a hollow moon
Is this a bunker or a shallow grave?
Either way I'm leftHolding onto the shovel and ropeDigging in the dirtFinding bones, finding ghosts
Take me in my damaged state
Walked a thousand miles to be here againPull apart your useless gamesBut your song sings in my veins, and I'mSinging tooI can't drown you out no matter what I do
I’m just a ten cent copy
Of people far more advanced than meEvery thought that I’ve ever hadCould be ripped from a magazineCut me a path, and I will follow itDraw me a line, and I’ll avoid itI’m nothing if not obedientYou have my word
I am not a builder
I’m much better at blowing things downI will join the wolfAt my door
I keep tallies
I keep scoreI'm a petty thing on a high, high horseYou've got your mouth openI hold my tongueThere's so many things that we can't ignore
Congrats to anyone who made it this far down the post lmao
(Life Series / Trafficblr fans, i see you all and im with you all.)
Europe/Britian/Scotland tour when??? plsplspls i need to see them live on stage!!!
This has been a Crane Wives Appretiation Post , Thank you for Consideration and please listen to their music if you dont already!!!
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Ellie when you're sick- head cannons
When you're ill, Ellie's anxiety is massively worsened. She becomes incredibly anxious of your state worsening, she gets paranoid dwelling on the worst possible outcome even if you just have a snotty nose or a cough. She ensures that you do absolutely no work until you're recovered, meaning that she has to take on your responsibilities until then. She wishes she could just stay by your side doting on you but her abilities demand that she is on patrols.
Before she leaves on the morning she'll cuddle up with you, holding you gently, worried to hurt you. "Ells, you'll get sick." Your voice is croaky and whiny, she nuzzles her face into your neck, "I don't care, maybe then they'll let me stay with you." You giggled for a moment before coughing again, tearing up a little. You played it up for Ellie, loving the attention she gave you. "So pitiful baby" She cooed, kissing your jaw.
"Please can you stay with me? Just today?" You beg her, pouty lip and teary eyes on show. You only ask this when you really are feeling terrible and it literally rips her heart out that she's not able to. "I want to baby, more than anything, I'll be home soon okay?" Ellie would never neglect her duties but all the time she was out she was thinking of you, waiting to come home and make you feel better. She holds your face, "You gonna be a brave girl for me, hm?" You nod, whining out for a kiss before she goes. "Such a good girl for me, when I get back I'll run you a bath n' get you all clean, yeah?" She strokes your face, kissing you again before you reply, "Yes please." "Okay, I'll see you soon pretty." She stands, grabbing her backpack and walking to the door. "I love you, Y/N." She smiles at you, looking a little pained, and leaves.
Ellie rushes her patrols, slightly neglectful to check everywhere she should be checking. She returns home with a small gift, some flowers she picked or a little something she found like a book or a card. "Hey, you okay?" She'll ask, walking to the bed to see your face. She'll run you a bath, taking your clothes off for you and helping you inside, washing you with a cloth and the soap that you home make. Ellie tries not to look at your body too much, not wanting to get turned on and feel guilty for it. After, she'll dry you off with a towel and get you wrapped up. She'll help you back to the bed and start getting you dressed back into pyjamas- "Ellie, moisturiser." "You okay to do that?" "Do it for me" You sniffle. She tries not to blush, moisturising your legs gently, your arms and torso and back. She goes slowly, allowing herself to appreciate the softness of your skin. She adores being able to touch you anywhere she wants to. "There we go, c'mon now, let's get your pj's on." She tucks you into bed, kissing your forehead.
"Soup n' some bread for dinner, yeah?" She asks, smiling down at your pitiful little face. You nod, trying not to fall back to sleep. She strokes your head for a moment before going to the kitchenette, preparing the food. You fall back asleep and she wakes you up with a kiss, your food on a tray. She places it on your lap, helping you sit up. "mm, thank you smelly Ellie." She faux gasps, scoffing at you, "Wow! Insulting me after I've slaved away preparing your food, such a spoilt princess." You giggled, she succeeded in making you laugh, proudly taking her seat beside you on the bed. "You not having any?" You ask, concerned. "Oh, I forgot." She habitually prioritised you over herself and this was exacerbated when you were particularly vulnerable. You got frustrated, too poorly to properly communicate your concern, eyes tearing up. "Make yourself some food, please please please." She smiled at you and gave a breathy laugh. "Kay baba, won't be long."
After you eat, she brushes your hair for you and plaits it for bed. "Sleepy yet?" She asks, kissing the nape of your neck. "Mhm, want cuddles." She complies, pulling you down into the bed and cradling you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, your bottom pulled tight into her crotch. You grind against her playfully giggling quietly, she grips your hips with her hands to keep you still, grumbling a little irritated. "Don't baby." You whine, trying to wriggle out of her hands. "Why not Ells," You pout, turning so she can see your face. "You're sick, you need to rest, you gotta go to sleep kay?" She was right, you didn't have enough energy to argue back. Being cuddled like this by her made you fall asleep quickly, comfortable and safe.
Ellie struggles to fall asleep, watching you carefully. She kisses you every so often, missing hearing your voice. Eventually, she gets out of bed and cleans the house so that you won't be stressed about doing it. She double checks that the doors are locked, windows closed and curtains drawn shut. She preps breakfast for the next morning and gets back into bed, cuddling up to you. She falls asleep, her body accepting that you're safe and that she can rest too.
I kind of hate this!!! But I really wanted to get something out quickly just to have a post on my new profile. (I accidentally deleted my original blog :( )
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