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sashaisready · 3 months

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This Must Be The Place: Chapter 15 - Hit me on the head

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

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Warnings: Nothing I don't think? Some angst!

Hi again! Sorry a bit of a shorter chapter as the next one is quite long and I'm still fiddling around with the dialogue. Also...sorry for making Peter Q the bad guy...I don't know why that happens often in my fics hehe.

You sat in the car considering your options. Too far to walk home, especially at night by yourself. Too far to walk back to Peter’s – not that you’d want to, anyway. God, no.

You caught yourself replaying the events of what had happened with him and screwed your eyes shut. Not now. Leave that in a box for the time being, concentrate on getting home first.

You tried to pull up a mental map of the area in your mind, but you didn’t really know it well enough beyond the way back to Granny’s place and the fuzzy outline of everything else. You were pretty sure there was a gas station not too far from here that would surely let you call a tow or Wanda, but you weren’t sure of the exact direction it was in, and you didn’t want to set off the wrong way in the dark by yourself.

You got out of the car and popped the hood, trying to use the dim light of the nearby streetlamp to illuminate the inside. You attempted to fiddle with a few things, but the poor visibility and your limited knowledge of engines meant you didn’t get far. Everything ‘looked’ as it should…in the dark at least...so you sighed heavily as you admitted defeat and slumped back inside.

After running through every possibility, including hitchhiking (too murdery) and trying to push Sally a little to see if that nudged the engine (too superheroy), you got out of the car briefly and wandered down the road in both directions to see if you could find any signs of life – but there was only the occasional car in the distance, too far away to notice you, and the sounds of the interstate nearby.

Sally’s digital radio said it was 11pm and you accepted the best option you had was to camp out here for the night, then regroup when the sun came up. You would set off to find the gas station, maybe try flag a passing car to use their phone. It wasn’t ideal, but it was all you had.

Fortunately, you had a blanket and old hoody stashed in the trunk, so you splayed across the backseat and attempted to get yourself as comfortable as you could. You kicked off your heels and wrapped yourself up. You laid in the dark, stifling a derisive chuckle as you thought about how ridiculous this all was. Your body already pulsed from the discomfort of your position and the dinner from earlier felt heavy and acidic in your stomach. But you did your best to ignore it all, closing your eyes and hoping to catch at least a few hours of sleep.

You must’ve somehow drifted off as sometime later you were awoken by something. Your eyes blearily focused as your initial confusion cleared and you grimly remembered where you were. You couldn’t see the car’s clock from this angle, clueless as to what time it was.

You heard a noise, a loud hum that seemed to be getting closer. That must’ve been what woke you.

You sat up, groaning at the stiffness of your limbs as you wiped the condensation from the back passenger window and peered outside – finding nothing but darkness. It was still nighttime, you leaned over the seat and saw on the radio it was a little after midnight.

The humming noise was getting louder and louder, it sounded like a lawn mower…or a chainsaw. You couldn’t make sense of it. It felt familiar but you couldn’t place it in your sleepy haze. Groggily, you pressed your face to the glass as your brain caught up.

You saw it then, the bright light that illuminated the road and Sally as the noise became deafening, and you suddenly understood.

A headlight.

A motorcycle.

The bike came to a sudden stop in front of the car and the noise ceased, causing you to sit up sharply and check the doors were locked. You unsteadily shrank back under the blanket as a figure approached the car. Was that…?

“Sugar?” called the voice as the figure moved around the car, muffled through the window glass but still unmistakeable. “Is that you?”

“B-Bucky?” you croaked in surprise as he came into view, squinting as he shined his phone torch through the windows at you.

Relief flooded you as you saw him lean over and squint as he looked in, his face concerned and confused.

Thank God for that!

But your feeling of respite soured as embarrassment surged. As grateful as you were…why did it have to be him of all people? Even another member of the MC would’ve been fine, although you knew beggars couldn’t be choosers. You were still furious with him, still wounded by his earlier betrayal, and now here you were – intensely vulnerable and desperate for his help. You hated that he would now have this over you, that you had no choice but to lean on him.

But you did have a choice, even if it wasn’t the right one.

He knocked on the window, “Sugar? I was just passing saw Sally parked up. What’s going on? Are you alright? Did you break down?”

You turned away, mortified.

“Sug? Open up. I can help”.

“No…” you said quietly.

“What?”

“No!” you snapped, loud enough for him to hear. “Leave me alone, Bucky. I don’t want your help…”

“Sug…”

“No!” you shouted again, unable to stop the tears from falling. “I said no! I’d rather take my chances by myself”, your voice was shaky.

You knew you were being wholly unreasonable. But you couldn’t help it. After the night you’d had, how tired you were, you simply didn’t have the bandwidth to add him to the mix and ‘owe’ him this favour.

“You’re being ridiculous…this is stubborn even for you,” he chastised, “C’mon. You’re sleeping in your car on the side of a road miles from home, for fuck’s sake. Just open up. And what’s happened to your face…?” He paused, softening as he watched you through the glass, “Look…it’s not safe out here, let me help you”.

You frowned at his admonishment despite knowing he was right. You could go home! Help was right there! You were being a stubborn baby! You were drowning at sea, and someone had thrown you a life preserver!

But why did it have to be that person who found you, of all the 7.9 billion human beings on the planet?

Even in your worked up state you knew full well you were acting insanely, logic was not winning out.

“No! I’m still mad at you, and I’m always gonna be mad at you…” you scoffed childishly.

He exhaled in frustration, pressing his hand against the glass as he looked at you defeatedly. “Sug…”

You turned away from him fully, burying yourself under the blanket and trying to stifle your sobs.

“Okay…” he sighed, “Have it your way”.

You laid perfectly still, keeping your eyes shut and hoping to somehow skip all of this and get straight to morning. After a few minutes you peeked out, but Bucky was gone. You weren’t sure why you felt a faint glimmer of disappointment, as he’d done exactly what you asked him to, but today wasn’t a day of rational emotions. Thankfully, tomorrow would bring a new day. Maybe you’d be a little more sane by then.

Your eyelids weighed heavily as you settled back across the seats, and rest finally came.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #this must be the place fic #biker!bucky #motorcycle club au bucky

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lexii282 · 9 months

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Hi hi!! ✨

This is my first short story maybe? That I’ve written and posting! And of course it's about Mr. Burrow himself because good lord 🥵

It is not proof read so this is your warning. If you see anything lmk! I don’t mind constructive criticism.

Go easy on me and hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

Untouchable

Warnings; none

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I woke up to the feeling of something trailing along the inside of my thighs as I lay there asleep. At first, I don’t realize what it is until I force the sleepy haze aside and concentrate only to put the pieces together. I'm in the hotel room that he rented and It’s his lips pressing against my skin gently just enough so I could feel it and wake up. His hands moved softly up and down my hips to my sides. Slightly massaging the parts he decides to stop at.He finally decides to stay focused on my hips just where the waistband of my underwear lay at and start to pull them down only to be stopped by my hands on top of his.

“And here I thought you had enough last night Burrow” I let a small smile grace my lips

He pops his head up with a smug smile and kisses his way up my body to finally land right next to my lips. Bringing my hands above my head trapped by his holding them down and finally says

“If you’re tapping out sweetheart that’s all you gotta say. Just tell me how you can’t take anymore and need a break” A small laugh bubbles out of me

“Joey please you and I both know we can keep it going but we both have places to be and people to see”

“And none of them are you in this bed dressed like this so I don’t care (y/n/n). He hovers above me with that same smug expression that I’ve grown to love in the past couple of months.

I stare back up at him

“Easy there. You’re starting to sound like you actually might have a crush on me”

He rolls his eyes and lays beside me and I turn to look at him.

“I like having your presence around. There’s nothing wrong with that.” he shrugs.

“Mhm. Just remember the deal okay? I don’t want anyone getting hurt lover boy”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head sweetheart I’m the last one you need to worry about catching feelings.”

I smile. “Good. Then I’m getting in the shower.”

“Can I join??” He asks as I was shutting the door

“Nope!” I hear his laugh right after

I stand under the shower head letting the hot water ease my muscles. The stress of the past couple of weeks catching up to me after leaving it behind for a few hours last night.

When you’re chasing your dreams you never truly believe everything they say about how you’ll miss the calm and stability you had in your life before you got everything you wanted. I guess that’s where Joe comes in for me. Since really being in the spotlight I never felt more alone and like no one understands. Of course, I love what I do but I just could never imagine how lonely I would feel.

Joe Burrow the QB for the Bengals. We met at a mutuals party one night when I was in town visiting my family and we hit it off. The conversation flowed and we had a lot in common. I felt like I could be myself for once and didn’t have to hold back. Eventually, too many drinks were consumed and we made our way back to his place via Uber because drunk driving? I could never.

We made it up to his room and I made myself comfortable on his bed while he had to go get something. Presumably a condom and finally when he comes back in the room hyped and ready just one look is all it takes to kill his mood. Why you ask?

Well, I would love to answer that question (hint the sarcasm). I had fallen asleep. One of the most embarrassing things I could have done and I did it in front of the Joe burrow. I’ve had a crush on the guy ever since he started playing for the team and I finally get my chance and I go and fuck it up. He made sure to tell me all about it the next day and loves to still bring it up to this day. We’ve since made this a recurring thing whenever we’re both in town or free to fly wherever the other one may be. It’s been easier meeting up with me being on a break but eventually, it’s going to come to an end with me going back to recording this new album.

Just a few months ago I had finished my arena tour and decided to take time off to really take everything in. All the accomplishments I was able to achieve just like I’ve always wanted and of course, I just wanted to take time away to spend with my friends and family. It’s been hard but it’ll be worth it.

“Hey, I need to head out. I’ll see you later though right?” Joe says opening the door not to mention scaring me a little. I almost forgot where I was so lost in my thoughts. I poke my head out while using the shower curtain to keep the rest of my body covered.

“Uh, what’s later?”

“Some of the guys are meeting up at that club. Ya know the new one they just opened a few weeks ago. I was telling you about it last night. “ He comes closer to me jokingly pulling on a string of wet hair. I slap his hand away before saying

“Riiight. I don’t know Joe. Don’t you think it might be weird that we’re there together? You know how the media is not to mention the fans.”

“Why would it be weird unless you make it weird (y/n/n). We’re friends. Nothing wrong with that. Don’t make it a bigger deal than it has to be” He shrugs

“I’m not. But we said when we started this that nobody would know about us hanging out. I think being spotted together at a club of all places will raise a few questions.”

“Listen it’s a new place and we both by coincidence wanted to check it out on the same night. I don’t think it would be all that weird. Just don’t get jealous when you see all the ladies around me yeah?” He lets a smug smile form.

I roll my eyes. Cocky asshole.

“Shut up and get out of my bathroom Burrow. I don’t have time for your games. He lets out a laugh. That sound has quickly become one of my favorite sounds.

“If I recall correctly I paid for this room so therefore it’s my bathroom sweetheart.” He pauses and then continues.

“Just don’t think too much about it alright? Go out with your friends get a couple of drinks and oh look! Quarterback, Joe Borrow is here. He's hot maybe we should go say hi”

“Do you think your head will explode if it gets any bigger?”

“Nah but I’m sure you’d like to think it would.” He leans down and kisses my cheek and starts walking out.

“I’ll see you later sleeping beauty”

“Jerk!” I yell out. You fall asleep once during a hookup and you never live it down. Unbelievable.

#joe burrow #joseph lee burrow #imagine #football #burow #joe brrr #Joey #joe shiesty #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x you #joe burrow x y/n #Joey b

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le-92vi · 9 months

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Into each life, some rain must fall.

Geto Suguru x Reader

Genres/Warnings: angst, the reader is in the same grade as GJ, GT & SK, and was injured very badly on a mission, slight(?) hints of depression and anxeity, after the village arc, reader is (kinda) introduced to Mimiko and Nanako, not proofread

Word count: 1.8k

Notes: this is just a very random idea that popped up in my head and, i wrote it in a haze. hopefully, you enjoy it<3

(P.S. english is not my first language and this is also my first fic ever, so i apologize for any mistakes beforehand!)

____ Two days.

That’s all it took to turn your world into a shamble. Two days were all it took to turn your life into a complete mess.

The whole Jujutsu community had been shaken to shambles in the past two days. Everyone was stunned, unable to fathom how such an incident could've occurred. That too, at the hands of one of their own. The higher-ups were left dumbfounded like anyone else but still chose to feign indifference.

It hit you like a ginormous wave, demolishing everyone and everything in its path—a wave you could only hope to have been a nightmare.

But it wasn't.

Shoko sat beside your bed, holding your hand with both of hers. You realized something was wrong the moment you saw her face. The cool-and-stoic Shoko looked upset for the very first time. You knew she was preparing what to say to you, choosing the best possible words to break the news.

"What's wrong?" You breathed before she could even say anything. Shoko sighed, her eyes falling back on your injury-laden body.

"Tell me, Shoko. I can see it all over your face." You tried sitting up straighter to see her face better, but the gash running through the majority of your torso set your whole body on fire with every little movement. To no avail, you were forced to lay on your side, limp and ailing.

"Don't move!" Shoko's eyes widened as she jolted to your aid. She helped you adjust yourself. She fell back into her chair as you grunted in pain, getting used to the shift in your posture. You could see her hands clenched in tight fists, her nails cutting crescents through the palm of her hand.

"It's…Suguru," she began. "The mission Suguru was sent on recently—they're saying he has massacred the whole village. He summoned his curses and massacred a hundred people. He's been sentenced to death by the higher-ups, but they can't find him anywhere…"

Shoko's words began losing meaning. She was still telling you about what happened, but her words seemed to blur together; you couldn't understand anything anymore.

Suguru wouldn't do such a thing, right? He would never hurt a soul.

Shoko must've noticed the distress settling on your face. Her hand rested gently on your shoulder, drawing you out of your thoughts. "I think if we are able to talk to him, things might clear up. We still don't know for sure what happened in that village."

You remembered how just two days ago he sat in Shoko's seat. Late at night, he quietly popped up at your door with a copy of your favorite book. You sleepily listened to him go on about his very "mundane" day and then read you to sleep. He must've left shortly after you fell asleep, for you woke with only a tiny note stuck to the book he left behind for you: "I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer."

That's when it dawned on you that Suguru had, knowingly or unknowingly, let you in on his plans before he went A.W.O.L. To you, what felt like a silly little, maybe even a little exaggerated, story of his recent missions was actually what his whole world was like in the past few months.

He was miserable. All alone.

And none of you could see it.

Nothing in the world seemed to matter anymore. You felt bile burning up in your throat. The weight sat heavy on your chest as you doubled over, gasping for more air. You had to see him. You needed to meet him.

"Have they been looking for him?" You manage to croak out.

Shoko stroked your back, trying to ease up whatever pain you felt, however little she could. "Gojo's been trying to find him before the higher-ups' do." Her voice was shallower and heavier, as if she was barely able to keep her emotions in check.

Everyone had already made up their minds about Suguru. They weren't looking for their student anymore. They didn't care about a kid they'd let astray. They never had. Suguru would only be made one of the two things if they found him; a criminal or a scrapegoat.

Much later at night, when everything was quieter, you snuck out of your room. Your wound barely hurt anymore since you found out about Suguru. Surely it wasn't anything that could compare to what he was going through, right?

Quietly, you slung your bag over your shoulders and made your way out of the institute. You couldn't leave even a slight chance of someone following you to Suguru, though you weren't sure he'd want to see you either. But you at least had to try.

Behind the Tokyo Institute of Jujutsu Tech, a tiny shack stood abandoned at the foot of the mountain. A local legend-- often the topic of many conversations among people, but it was never actually discovered until you and Suguru stumbled upon it by accident during a regular inspection. The seclusion of the shack made for a perfect, peaceful hideout. For the two of you, it was the perfect getaway. If he wanted you to find him, he'd be there.

And you were right. The lights in the shack were visible now that you were up close. You stood at the end of the makeshift entryway of the shack, trying to gather up the courage to finally face him. Your hands were clammy, no matter how much you wiped them against your side. You breathed in for a final time before knocking on the door.

It opened almost immediately, as if it were waiting for your arrival.

Suguru stood at the door. Disheveled and anticipating. He had been waiting for you. He grabbed your hand to pull you in and locked the door behind him. His breathing had obviously hitched as he whispered your name, almost as if he were reminiscing about the taste of your name. "I thought you'd... I wanted to see you one last time. I didn't know if you'd actually come."

His fingers laced with yours as the two of you stood stuck to the floor, unmoving. Both of you felt this insane amount of uncertainty. Sure, you had held hands with Suguru before, but it was always platonic. It was different—the way he held your hand this time. It was almost as if he wasn't sure of what to do next.

Was this how it went? Were you still his friend?

"Suguru," you began. "It's not true—what they're saying—is it? They're just trying to frame you for it. Right?" Your brows furrowed together as you looked at him, waiting for him to deny everything. For him to tell you that he was being wronged. That he was being framed.

But Suguru stood speechless. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His grip on your hand loosened as his head dropped.

You felt confused and betrayed by his silence. It surged through you like a pain you had never felt before—your wound seemed like a mere scratch in comparison. But you couldn't let it show on your face. Not until you hear his explanation. "Suguru." You reached for his hand this time, holding it with a firmer grip. "Can you at least tell me what happened?"

And just like that, something visibly shifted in him. It was like a newfound trust that perhaps you wouldn't condemn him that much. Maybe—just maybe—you would understand why he did what he did. That you would comprehend his actions and why he did them. Suguru bent over, your body barely holding his as his knees gave out.

"I am just so tired of this life," he sobbed. His shoulder shuddered under your touch. "I'm so sick of living like this."

You braced his shoulders, trying to console him. "It's not too late yet, Suguru." You weren't thinking straight. You didn't even completely know what you were talking about. It only mattered that Suguru was breaking down in front of your eyes, and you couldn't do anything to hold him together.

"It's not too late to return yet." You pulled away slightly to finally look at his face. "Hmm?"

Suguru shook his head in disagreement. "I can't go back. Not after I... I did it. It is all true what they're saying. I'm a monster."

You felt the air knock out of your lungs at his confession. Now that you heard it from him, the realization finally sank in. Suguru had massacred hundreds of people.

There was no going back.

"Oh, Suguru," You choked on your words, not that you had any left. "What have you? No! I'm sure we can find a way. Gojo can. Right? He's the strongest." Your face twisted in fear and something else you couldn't quite pin.

Suguru called your name, pulling you out of your thought train. He was much calmer now, as if he knew nothing more could be done. The realization had set in for him too. "I can't go back anymore."

He stood up, pulling you along with him, and guided you carefully to the back of the shack. He lifted the room divider open just a little to reveal a glimpse of two little girls curled up against each other on the dusty couch. "I won't. Those people were monsters, no less than me."

You let out a gasp at the scene before you as he drew the curtain close again. "They're just kids. Like we were. Like they once were. So why did they have to live like that? What fault did they have?" He was barely keeping his voice even.

Your mind was sending you into a spiral. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. You swiftly made your way towards the front of the shack, where your bag lay, abandoned. Suguru followed after you, calling your name. Prying open the zipper, you pulled out some canned food, grabbing them in his hands.

"What are you doing?" He called after you, worry lacing his tone as he watched you pick up your empty bag, ready to leave.

"I need some time... to think, Suguru." You tried to keep your voice as unreadable as possible. How would he feel if you sounded terrified, repulsed, or anything at all? "I'll come by- I... Would I be able to see you again?" You stopped to look at him one last time, hoping he'd stop you. Hoping he'd ask you to stay just a little while longer.

He was hesitant. "I'm not sure." He looked as if he were stopping himself from holding onto you too. He'd be too selfish if he did that, right?

"Take care, Suguru." You whispered, choking back your tears and putting on your straightest face. Suguru only watched as you left, unmoving and unspoken. You'd just be a threat to him if you stayed, right?

No matter how close you were to him, he was still a criminal.

And you, a sorcerer.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #geto x reader #geto suguru #jjk geto #jujutsu geto #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen shoko #getou suguru x reader #suguru angst #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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fuckzachariah · 10 months

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xvi. hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone ; @aleburton

When Zach came to two days later, the world was too loud before he'd even opened his eyes to face it. The pain was unbelievable. His head pounded, he was so dehydrated his organs felt shrunken, and there wasn't a spot on his body he could feel that didn't scream at him. There was beeping, shuffling feet, flipping papers and idle chatter, the light searing through his thin lids overhead. His heart dropped; he remembered it all at once. Or, at least, what he'd been awake for. He hoped Alex had blacked out the same moment he had, he prayed to a God he didn't have that she wasn't hurt. He shot bolt upright, eyes flying open, a tube popping from a vein somewhere. "Zach! Jesus, fuck-" Ryan flew across the room to him, pressing a button on the way to call a nurse. "Alex-" he croaked, panic swelling in him. "She's okay. She's alive, anyway." Zach's eyes filled with tears, the gravity of it all coming crushing down on him so suddenly it felt like a heart attack. Alex leaving, his mom, the baby, Zach almost killing them both for it all. "What the fuck," he rasped helplessly, his head falling into his hands. His body shook with the anguish. "What the fuck." Ryan had never seen him break like this before. He wrapped his slumped form into an embrace and held him in silence as he sobbed until the nurse came in.

He was held in the hospital for weeks. He needed surgery on his skull fracture, internal injuries and spinal cord damage. His whiplash, concussion and broken ribs could only be healed with time. When he was awake between high doses of pain killers and anaesthetics, he remained almost religiously silent, inverting in on himself in a way he hadn't previously considered possible. He could think of a million ways to kill himself, and took comfort in them constantly, but he knew he couldn't act on them. Even if Alex never spoke to him again, she didn't deserve that. And what was his life for now if not ensuring he never caused her pain again after all the pain it was too late to take back? And then there was the kid. When he wasn't fantasizing about his own violent end, he thought of the unborn child and what he could possibly fucking do to save it. The rest of the time, he just wished he was high. The opioids helped.

Kylie saw the news about his crash and insisted on coming to see him, even after he begged her not to. Even after the begging got mean. She cried in silence and held his hand while he barely kept his eyes open through the drug-haze, muttering into his knuckles that she wished she'd said anything else but what she did. If he was conscious enough, he'd tell her it didn't matter what she said. She could've come to the house and used her body as a barrier, but he still would've done what he was going to do. If she was going to be around, this was the first lesson she had to learn. Zach would do whatever the fuck he wanted to do, even when he pleaded with himself to take someone else's advice for once. He would always do the wrong thing no matter who had to pay for it. No matter what the price was. But he wasn't conscious enough to utter a single intelligible word. She would have to learn the hard way.

Because Alex wouldn't talk to him, he tried to needle Eden for wellness checks on her. The guilt was like nothing else in the world. It crushed him until he could throw up from the pressure. He'd never felt so much like he'd died without dying. All he could do was count down the days until his body worked well enough that he could leave and destroy it all over again. Mania spiked. He'd kill himself one way or another, intentional or not. One of the worst, the hardest, things to face had been Amanda. She wasn't angry like Peter, wasn't disgusted like his mother. She was heartbroken. She cried and held his hands and spoke to him in a low voice, and he was so fucking sick of seeing people cry and holding their hands when he'd been the one to fuck them up. The guilt. The guilt was just incredible.

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As it turned out, his old tricks worked a treat. Kind of. Zach was only certain this time that he was heading towards an end: his body would shut down of its own accord, unable to persist through all he forced it to endure any longer. It would, one day, simply refuse. And that would be that - he would be blameless in the crime of his death. In the meantime, he put on a good show. Non-sobriety was his new normal, his old normal. He couldn't be conscious for more than a few minutes without itching for something to snatch it all away, and he was conscious most of the time, sleep evading him like a game of cat and mouse. He sank back into Aubrey's bed and only ever hung out with Luke and Sarah, ignoring anything good; his revived career, his something-or-other with Kylie, his relationship with Amanda. Even Ryan was neglected. If he was lucky, death would bite him before the kid was born, and he wouldn't be around to feel the guilt of it at all.

The clubs were as good as home. They all blurred into one; he rarely left them. Only to shower, change, then go back out again. Zach was flat out against a club wall, the paper sweating with condensation and bleeding through his shirt, Aubrey's tending to the beads of sweat forming on his neck with her tongue. She always waited, waited, until he was fucked up enough to let her back in; she'd once been an advocate for his recovery, but once she saw the crack in the surface she could filter in through, she pried it open two-fisted. He groaned, the sensation pleasant but dull behind the charge of all the drugs and the predictability. He could be on any number of pills and powders, accepting most that was given to him and never sobering up from the night before. Once he'd grown bored, he took her by the throat and pried her away, eyes scanning over her shoulder for Luke and Sarah. He found them, leading Aubrey over. Tasha came up behind them, slick and hazy-eyed from her own rendezvous elsewhere.

They came into one on the dance floor. He liked the dance floor. The music too loud, free to move and have others move against him and not say or be obligated to do a fucking thing. His head fell back, face at the mercy of the neon lights, hands on the slight waist of someone. He forgot who. But when he looked down, he was sort of tickled to see Sarah, her own head lolling back against his chest, mouth popped open, her hips swilling in time with his. He'd never really considered her like this; compromised, uninhibited, someone who might cheat on her boyfriend with him. Once, Sarah would've been entirely off-limits to him. Now, he didn't really give a fuck. He leaned down, into her ear. "This is new," he muttered, his voice shot from all the powder in his throat. She smiled lazily, not opening her eyes. "Fuck Luke," she answered, resolute. It surprised him. She'd endured so much bullshit over the years - what was the end of her tether? Her gaze wandered and his followed, and in a darkened booth, Tasha and Aubrey sat either side of Luke, legs hooked over both his thighs, tongues disappearing up behind his respective ears. Zach's eyebrows jumped.

"Fuck Luke," he agreed heartily. It was flagrant and disrespectful in a way Luke had always avoided when hurting Sarah in the past. Luke had thrown himself into Zach's self-destruction with wholehearted enthusiasm; if the superstar could fall from grace, he could too. He was always looking for an excuse to do something fucked up, to ruin everything, and Zach had seemingly given him the green light. A flash of an opportunity presented itself to Zach; something bad enough that it could make him feel alive for more than a few seconds. So he touched Sarah in a way he was sure she'd never been touched before. His hand over her stomach, hips, waist, pressing down and following a pattern he'd learned on a girl he couldn't even think the name of without wanting to throw up. His other wreathed her lithe throat until she spun on the spot on her pin-heels to face him, and her head tipped back to find his eyes. "Fuck Luke," she mumbled again, Zach's thumb already finding its way into her mouth as his thigh slotted between hers and pushed. She whined at the friction. "Whatever you say, baby."

Then something caught his eye. Through the sea of bodies, for just a split second, he was absolutely positive of what he saw. The girl from the night of the crash, almost a foot above the other girls; her sharp, slender eyes and permanently rude mouth scanning the room. He wasn't prepared to sacrifice the promise of fucking Sarah just yet; the moral disaster promised to be too sweet, too good of a distraction from the rest of his guilt. So he didn't abandon her. "Hang on," he murmured, leading her to the edge of the dance floor. He couldn't fucking believe it. Luke, Aubrey and Tasha stood talking to the two of them; the girl and Alex. Alive, no visible injuries, so fucking devastating he wished he'd died that night so he didn't have to see her, now. "Oh, fucking hell," Sarah said. "Absolutely, fucking hell," Zach reiterated.

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drabblesandimagines · 2 years

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Muse

Soooo I played the Elliott yandere mod and I couldn't get it out of my head.

Pairings: Elliott x reader

Word count: 1496

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, non-consensual bondage, kidnapping, drugging - please don't read if you're not comfortable, it's all under the cut.

You woke up slowly at first. Your eyelids felt heavy, like you’d slept too much. You were on your side and you felt cold, confused and stiff. Where were you…? Did you pass out on the way home…? It had been ages since you’d done that – more aware of the time and your energy levels on your late night quests. No, the last thing you remembered was being at the kitchen table, having dinner, right? You went to rub your eyes and it was only then did you realize your hands weren’t complying. You tried again but something was stopping them, holding them behind you. Was that rope? You tugged again, your heart starting to thud before you shuffled up to your feet, balancing yourself against the wall. You started to breathe heavily, trying to come up with any reasonable explanation. The room was dark, but slowly your eyes adjusted to your surroundings. You made out some barrels - oddly familiar barrels. Wait, were you in your own cellar?!

Was that better or worse? You weren’t sure. You pulled again at the restraints but the rope was so tight. Okay, think - you were eating dinner, now you were in your cellar. Had someone been with you…? You needed to get out, get help. You pushed yourself forward and up onto your knees, slowly getting to your feet. You took a step forward but your legs were jelly, causing you to lose your balance and you crashed into one of the barrels, knocking it on its side and causing a racket.

Suddenly, thudding footsteps echoed above your head and the door to the cellar opened, flooding light from above. “Darling?”

You recognized the voice at once – Elliott.

“Elliott!” You cried out. “Please, help!” His towering form descended the stairs, looking down at you inquisitively before a frown graced his lips.

“Oh… You’re awake already, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, your thoughts coming to you slowly through the haze. Awake already? “Elliott, wh-what’s going on? Why are my hands tied?” Elliott. It was Elliott who was there. He’d popped round with a bottle of wine he thought could inspire your next batch…

“Hmph. That drug should’ve kept you under for far longer than this. Maybe I didn’t use enough…” He crouched down in front of you, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking deep. “Did you hurt yourself when you fell?”

“No, I’m okay”, you exhaled shakily. “Can you untie me, please?”

“Ah,” he let go of your shoulders and grasped your chin. “Not quite. I’m not finished upstairs yet.”

“Elliott, this isn’t funny. I don’t know if this is some sort of prank or-or if I said something that made you think this was something I was up for but you really have to untie me, please”.

He squeezed your cheek and chuckled. “No, darling, you have to be patient. Those ropes are staying nice and snug until I’m sure you’ll behave yourself.”

“Behave myself?” That made something in you flip. “What the fuck is wrong with you? This isn’t funny.” You struggled again with renewed determination, surely you were making some progress.

“My goodness, what a filthy mouth I’m discovering. I’m not sure I like that coming from such a beauty as yourself.” He frowned.

“I don’t care what you fucking like!” You spat, tears burning at your eyes. “Let me go, Elliott. Please. I won’t say anything to anyone, I promise.”

The red-headed man pouted at you, before he slipped two fingers in the Windsor knot of his tie and loosened it before whipping it off his neck entirely. He held an end in each hand and stretched it out. “Open – now.”

You shook your head, keeping your mouth firmly closed, tears trickling down your cheeks.

“We’ll do it the hard way, then.” His hand pushed you against the wall by your throat, lightly squeezing your windpipe until you opened your mouth in a gasp. He took his chance then, stuffing the blasted thing in between your lips and teeth and tightly knotting it behind your head. You let out a whimper as he patted your head patronizingly.

“That’s better. Right, I need some more time to get your things packed up. Unfortunately, as I said, that dose was meant to keep you under until we were well on our way, but never mind. I’ll finish upstairs and then we’ll get you situated for the move.”

You shook your head frantically, trying to protest through the gag.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t need to worry. We’ll have you safe and secure soon.” He dipped his hand in his jacket pocket, producing another loop of rope and wrapped it around your ankles as you began to sob. This can’t be happening, this cannot be happening… “There, all snug. Sit tight!” He grinned before getting up to his feet and dusted off his knees. He always wanted to look his best, after all.

You whimpered again as he walked up the cellar stairs. The tie tasted foul in your mouth, it was smothered in Elliott’s cologne – did he spray it on the thing deliberately? - and it left a horrible taste on your tongue and the smell… You felt like you were suffocating.

You don’t know how long he left you down there, but you twisted and twisted at the ropes around your wrists, feeling the coarse fiber burn at your skin. Surely they were getting looser, they had to be, or the rope would fray from the friction. Your face was slick with your tears and the tie now damp in your mouth. Your heart stopped as you heard the cellar door creek and your captor descended the stairs again, a glass of water in hand.

“Hi, sweetheart. How are we doing?” He smiled as he crouched down in front of you, brushing your hair out of your eyes and wiping your face clear of tears. You whimpered, giving a muffled plea that he ignored. “So, I’ve packed up what I think you’ll need and to make it seem you’ve moved on. Of course, I’ve already taken the liberty of buying you some new clothes. A beautiful muse such as yourself will require bespoke gowns to compliment your beauty.”

You swallowed hard, staring into his eyes, hoping he’d come to his senses.

“I brought you some water, sweetheart. Are you thirsty? I’ll take the gag off if you promise not to use such horrible words again – they’re really not befitting for you.”

You nodded frantically, anything to get this foul-tasting fabric out of your mouth.

Elliott smiled, before tugging the tie out of your mouth and down around your neck. “Here, allow me.” He held the glass up to your lips and you drank greedily, hoping it would clear the taste from your tongue.

“Good girl,” he complimented, placing the glass down. “You’re going to love our new place, darling. It’s not too far from here, of course. I didn’t want to do it this way, you know? But I’m afraid you rather forced my hand in the end. Don’t you realise how cruel you were being, gallivanting about town with every single bachelor? You were breaking my heart.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.” Maybe you could appeal to him, get him to change his mind? “I didn’t mean to. Can-can we start again? We could go to the Stardrop Saloon tomorrow night for a date, couldn’t we? Take a table near the back and t-talk.”

“Oh, there’s no need for all that now, sweetheart. The house is all ready and prepared for us. It’s not too far from here, as obviously I’ll need to go between the two to keep up appearances, as they say.” He chuckled. “People might talk if both you and I disappear.”

“B-b-but the farm,” you slurred – why are you slurring? – “They know I wouldn’t just leave that.”

“It’s been a tough year, hasn’t it, darling? A real learning curve. You’re too beautiful for all that hard labour and toil.” He clasped the side of your face with his hand, rubbing his thumb gently over your cheekbone. “It was all a flight of fancy, leaving Zuzu City. They’ll all think you found it too overwhelming and up and left. Why wouldn’t they? It’s exactly how you came here.”

“Elliott, p-please, can’t we t-talk about this?” The words felt heavy on your tongue.

“Shh, sweetheart. That’ll be the sedative kicking in. I gave you a bit more this time, just to make sure you stay asleep in transportation. I wouldn’t want you waking up and panicking in the box before we make it there.” He chuckled, as if it was something amusing, before pulling you close into his chest, pressing your face against it. “Don’t fight it, my love. You’re going to be so glad I took you.”

The world as you knew it slowly slipped out of view as you dreaded the one that awaited you on awakening.

#ghostdogwrites #yandere elliott #yandere elliott x reader #sdv elliott x farmer #sdv elliott x reader #stardew valley fanfic #yandere elliott mod #ghostdogwritesdusk

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madiomens · 11 months

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Just Pretend [n.s.]

Chapter Seven

We spent four hours at the venue working on the beginning stages of assembling the stage set up. We decided I would sit on one of the furthest boxes Noah likes to stand on when performing so I could survey the crowd along with the band during their show, and I would walk along the barricade between sets to check on people. I spent the majority of the time sitting on the stage and working on the props that were lower to the ground as folio assembled his drum set and the other boys worked on the bigger props.

We left the venue and headed straight to dinner to satisfy our growling stomachs and get some relaxation in after the work day. We were sat at a large table in the back so that we could all sit together. I took a seat between Noah and Folio and settled into a comfortable conversation with everyone around me.

"Thank you for your help today, Maddie." Nicholas said from across me.

I waved him away with my hand. "Oh, of course. Happy to help with whatever I can."

"You are probably the kindest person I've ever met. We don't meet a lot of those, especially in California." Bryan said, looking up from his phone.

"Turns out she's from the south so it's embedded in her." Folio said as he sipped his beer.

"Ahh, that makes more sense then." Bryan said, causing the table to chuckle.

We put our food orders in and got more drinks, conversing about random things when Bryan turned his attention to me. "Hey Maddie, what's your instagram handle?"

I gave it to him and he nodded in response before he went to tapping on his phone, causing me to furrow my brows in confusion. My phone buzzed from the table and I picked it up to see he had followed me and tagged me in a post. I looked up at him to see him grinning before I opened the post to see my face. He had snuck pictures of me, the first one being me sitting criss cross on the stage and looking up at the lights we were setting up, the purple color causing a glowy haze to be cast over my face. The second one was Noah handing me something and both of us laughing without a care in the world.

"Everyone say hello to the new tour nurse, Maddie! If you're ever at a show and need any medical assistance, find her smiling face and she will come to the rescue. We are all incredibly thankful for her joining us."

I smiled at it and lifted my face to poke my bottom lip out at him. "Thank you, Bryan."

Noah leaned over my shoulder to look at it and I turned my phone towards him so he could get a better view. "These are really good pictures, Bryan." He said, swiping between the two pictures.

"Thanks, man. She was easy to photograph. You aren't bad looking either." He said with a chuckle, causing us to laugh at him.

Nicholas, Folio, and Jolly's names popped up in my new follower notifications along with the official Bad Omens page. I smiled at the three boys and set my phone back down as we all started eating our food, a quiet wave washing over us as we enjoyed the dishes. Noah's hand landed on my thigh as I took a bite, causing me to almost choke on my food in surprise. I inconspicuously looked up at him to see him facing his food with a ghost of a smirk on his face. I stifled a smirk of my own as I continued to eat, trying to focus on the food and not the warmth of his large hand on my thigh.

The next couple days flew by, between us finishing setting up at the venue and Noah and me teasing the hell out of each other, the day of the first show was here. I woke up early as excitement threatened to bubble over. I have yet to find anything in the world that makes me happier than watching live music, and this time I get to see how everything works from the front and backstage. All of us had to get to the venue at noon to start soundcheck and get ready for the VIP meet and greet. I decided last night I would go ahead and get fully ready before we leave so the only thing I have to worry about is my job and helping the guys get ready on time. I refreshed the black polish on my nails last night and went ahead and put waves in my hair so that today I could just refresh my hair and do my makeup. I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to do my morning routine, brushing my teeth and peeking at Noah's sleeping figure. We've both stopped closing the doors to our bedrooms, seeing as we've now seen each other's bodies in every way possible. I let out a breathy chuckle at him as I spit out my toothpaste and rinsed my toothbrush before walking back into my room to lay out my outfit for the day. It's exciting knowing I can still dress like I'm going to a concert and get to be a nurse instead of being stuck in scrubs at all times, even though Noah mentioned wanting to see me in my scrubs again. I'm pretty sure he didn't mean for me to work in them.

I laid out my outfit and pulled some sweatpants on before leaving my room to see if any of the other boys were awake. Nicholas and Jolly were in the kitchen cooking breakfast and shot me smiles once they saw me.

"Good morning, Maddie! Just in time for breakfast." Jolly said, putting what looked like french toast and bacon on a plate to slide across the island to a seat.

"Thank you." I said with a smile as I took my seat.

The two got their own plates and sat on either side of me. "Noah still asleep?" Nicholas questioned.

"Knocked out." I said with a chuckle before taking a bite.

He laughed. "He's either an early riser or wakes up late as hell. There's no in between."

"I've noticed that." I said with a laugh. "I'll get him up when I go to get ready."

"You being connected to his room works out perfectly." Jolly said.

I furrowed my brows at him. "How come?"

"Maybe being beside an early riser will turn him into one permanently." He said with a chuckle as he bit into his bacon.

I laughed as I continued eating, the only sound in the room being Nicholas humming a song. I've come to notice the band is always humming something stuck in their heads. It's kind of comforting.

We finished and washed the dirty dishes before I went back to my room. I walked through the bathroom and into Noah's room to see him still sound asleep. I chuckled and climbed onto his bed, brushing the hair off his forehead to try and wake him up.

"Noah." I said softly, lightly pinching his cheek.

He sniffed and rolled onto his back, stretching his whole body out with a groan. He yawned and rubbed his eyes sleepily as he began to wake up. He squinted at me before grabbing my waist and pulling me on top of him. I stifled a squeal as I stabilized myself on his chest, knees on either side of his hips.

"You gotta get up. We have to be at the venue in an hour and a half." I said through a laugh.

"Mm mm, stay here." He protested with his sleepy voice, eyes closed again.

I snorted and opened one of his eyes by the eyelid. "Get up and we can meet back here after the show."

He quickly sat up with me still on his lap causing me to squeak in surprise. "I'm up." He said, eyes wide open.

I laughed and leaned my head to the side to nip at the skin on his neck. "I gotta go get ready." I tried to push myself off his lap but his grip only tightened and pulled me closer to his chest.

"You're already ready." He mumbled into my neck.

"I have to fix my face." I said, chuckling as I tried to push him off of me to no avail.

"You promise to come to my room after the show?" He questioned, pulling back so we were face to face from my height boost on his lap.

I chuckled and placed my hands on his cheeks. "You are needy in the morning." I said, causing him to furrow his brows at me and all but dramatically pout. "Yes I will be here after your show. Only if you promise to shower."

He nodded and pushed forward so I was on my back and he was above me, my legs still wrapped around him. He brought his lips down to meet mine before leaving a hot trail of kisses down my neck. I softly smiled in pleasure as my eyes closed, temporarily getting lost in the feeling. He brought his lips back up to press them against mine when there was a knock on his door, causing us to stop in our tracks.

"That's my cue to go." I said, wiggling from under his grasp and off his bed.

He groaned and fell face first into the mattress, causing me to laugh as I walked into the bathroom. I heard him talking to Nicholas as I sat on the bathroom counter to start doing my makeup. Forty minutes later my makeup was applied and I was pulling my clothes on before fluffing my hair up to ensure the waves were presentable.

I matched a dark lip to my eye makeup and applied some necklaces and bracelets before slipping my combat boots on, grabbing my phone with a portable charger, and leaving my room. Whistles sounded out from Nicholas, Jolly, and Folio as I walked into the living room area. I laughed at them while I began to check all the supplies I had for the show and zipping the duffle bag up, throwing it over my shoulder.

"You guys are too kind." I said with a chuckle.

"You look good, Maddie." Folio said, joining my side at the counter.

Noah walked in the room and stopped in his tracks as we made eye contact, his eyes getting wide and mouth slightly dropping open with his hood on his head. I snorted as I looked at him, causing the other guys to turn their attention to the staring boy.

"See, you even made Noah speechless!" Folio exclaimed, clapping his hands.

I slight smirk appeared on my face before I pushed away from the counter to follow the rest of the band out the door. I turned to face him as I walked through the door, a laugh escaping me at his figure still frozen in the living room.

"You coming?" I questioned.

"Hopefully." He said before walking towards me.

I shook my head at him before leading us to the van with the other guys and climbing in. We got to the venue in 15 minutes and climbed out, the sound of excited screams hitting my ear. I turned to see fans already lined up, held back by security so we could walk past them. The boys greeted all of them and talked for a few minutes before we walked inside to start soundcheck. The boys set their bags of clothes for the show backstage before walking onto stage and testing the mics. I took a seat on the furthest box I decided to sit on for the show and turned to watch them as they started warming up. The same fuzzy feeling I get during live shows began to fill me while watching them, feeling like I had my own personal concert. Noah's angelic voice began to sound out over the speakers as he decided on 'The Grey' to warm up with, ad libbing runs and melodies at the beginning of it. I closed my eyes as I got lost in his voice and the sounds of the calming instruments behind him, chill bumps peppering my arms and legs. A tap on my shoulder broke me from the trance I was in, causing me to pop my eyes open and turn my head to the side to see one of the venue workers.

"Hi! I'm Jolene and I'll be helping work the show tonight. You're Maddie, right?" She questioned, her Irish accent thick.

I smiled at her. "I am! How can I help you?"

"I have a bunch of containers of water to keep at the barricade for people that need them. Could I get you to help me carry them in? I'm just parked right out front." She questioned with a smile.

"Of course." I nodded, hopping off the box to follow her outside. Noah's eyes followed my every move as I left the room, causing me to nod my head in the direction of the door so he knew where I was going. He nodded back at me and continued with soundcheck, switching to a different tempo and focusing back on the music.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fanfiction

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griefabyss69 · 9 months

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07 hot mug please

Hot mug is something I started back before I even published my first fic on AO3 - it was originally a vent fic about being too broke to eat and turned into a "Steve is taking care of Eddie post-Vecna" fic with a fun little twist. My writing wasn't nearly as coherent back then and so while I have 8K in this fic, I need to rewrite it from the ground up to make it into something I can continue writing and finished. I haven't visited this fic in MONTHS, the last time I even touched it was in September and that was to rename it to my current organizational system. I love it, even if it needs some work <3 A big snippet of it, a fully coherent scene and everything: (contains: canon level injuries, painkillers, hospital mentions, rated like T for that stuff)

The first mug of coffee he has after getting ripped apart by the horrible (cool ass) bats in the horrible (sick) alternate dimension is at Steve Harrington's house.

Freshly released from a rushed hospital stay in an underground bunker, forced into Steve's guest room by circumstance and because Steve had been roped into being his nurse of all fucking things, he sat in Steve's kitchen. The stool at the island counter was completely unsupportive and so he mostly just slouched onto his elbows, trying to keep the pressure off of his injuries, but apparently if he popped a stitch or two then Steve could just fix it right up.

The bunker hospital was so much worse than Steve's house – as creepy as it is at night, like he's in the world's most boring art gallery after closing – but at least they had trained medical professionals there.

Hunched over the hot mug clutched in his hands, groggy in a way he never really feels, both the pain and the painkillers making him slow and still, he brings his face down into the steam. He took it black, just like he does at home (wherever the fuck that is now), but he's not sure if he even wants to drink it. He's had this feeling since he first woke up that anything he eats or drinks will just leak out of his sides, even though the doctors told him that the damage to his organs hadn't been so bad. He was all fixed, everything working just fine apparently, but he still checks his bandages after meals for signs of anything weird.

Inhaling the steam with a slow, deep breath makes him feel even sleepier, and his head starts to nod forward, making him jolt when the world tilts a bit.

"Don't fall asleep in that, you'll drown."

Steve sounds wide awake, full of life, almost chipper. Like a sitcom mom making eggs for her family. Eddie's mind supplies the laugh track.

"I'll grow gills," he mumbles, forcing himself to sit up straighter. He can't tell if he's blushing through the general haze he's in, but Steve's barely looking at him, spreading some jam on toast.

He watches Steve's hands as his own clench around the mug even tighter. The burn of it on his skin almost satisfies whatever the back of his mind is doing, the itching and gnawing in his muscles. The heat doesn't compare to the feeling of ambient warmth that he feels when Steve gets close, helping him change his bandages or look over all of his demonic body modifications, but he always takes what he gets.

"Eat this, I'll make you some real food in a while," Steve says, a plate with the toast on it in his hands, then on the counter in front of him. Steve and his hands go back to where he's making more toast, watching Eddie while he waits for it to pop up. "I just need to get groceries, it's been a while."

Eddie doesn't say anything, his sides throbbing even as his brain seems to get fuzzier. He woke up with the alarm that he had set to take more painkillers, and so he took more painkillers, but so far they're just killing his ability to think. He knows he wants to drink his coffee and eat the toast that Steve (lovingly, for sure) made for him, but all he does is watch Steve's hands. He doesn't know how to unstick himself to use his own.

His eyelids blink slowly and he feels like the air is swimming around him.

"Eddie?" Steve's good at staying calm, or sounding like he is anyway, even as he rushes over to get his hands on Eddie's shoulders, that beautiful warmth almost pressed up against his back. He's radiant with it, and despite the hot coffee, Eddie feels pretty cold.

Another slow blink, this time it feels like it takes forever and all of his energy to open his eyes again.

When he does, the world is tilting a lot more, with Steve's arms around him, supporting him as he carefully lays him out on the floor. Hands gentle on him, Eddie tries to keep watching them, checking his bandages for blood. One of the hands goes up to his periphery and brushes some of his hair aside to check his pulse. The other comes to hover over his mouth and for a second Eddie thinks Steve is going to cover it, like he wants to shut him up.

But he doesn't, Eddie doesn't really get what he's doing, but he seems satisfied after a minute and now Steve has his hands back to himself, fingers drumming nervously.

"Can you speak?"

Eddie can. He knows how, is super great at it. His mastery of words and ability to manipulate the world around him with his presentation of them is one of his greatest skills. He opens his mouth to inform Steve of this, figuring out how to make things move through the haze, ready to pretend he's offended to get Steve to stop looking so serious, but all that comes out is a reedy groan.

"Right. I'm taking you to the hospital. I'll be back in ten seconds, stay awake."

Steve disappears for, Eddie counts, seven missisisisipii's. He forgets how to spell it, but remembers how it sounds. He's got the cord from the kitchen's phone stretched over to where he crouches beside him, listening to the line ring.

Eddie knows he should’ve still been in the hospital, there's been a gut feeling from the moment they told him he was being discharged, but he doesn't want to go back. He'll never admit it to anyone but the place is scary, an eerie place like how in a horror movie a haunted house looks normal until the brand new family is all moved in. At least the Upside Down was honest about it.

#griefabyss69 writing #chats from the abyss #fun things #reading over this document is like meeting a past version of myself

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justmightyshadows · 6 months

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Hot Karzel - Fresh out of my Head

The ship continues! Here is chapter 2 which is somehow even more NSFW than the first chapter. You don't need chapter 1 to understand chapter 2 but if you're looking for double smut read both.

Karlach woke up after a couple hours and looked down at Lae’zel, her hair completely undone and her butt pressed back against Karlach’s crotch.

She looked beautiful. This is what I had been hoping for, to have her close to me like this.

She could still feel her touch, where her hands had been pleasuring her before.

Hells she couldn’t sleep thinking like this. She tossed over to her back and closed her eyes, ran her hand down her body, trying to imitate Lae’zel’s touch, her other hand pinching her nipple. Her fingers teased the outside of her lips, prolonging her wants until she felt she could not anymore, and slid her fingers into the hot wetness. A moan fell from her lips and she inhaled, hoping she had not woken Lae’zel. Her eyes remained closed as she pushed inside with a timid hand but tried to replicate the width that Lae’zel had filled her with. Ugh. The relief was alluding her, if anything she was just making a mess of herself. She sighed, timidly opening her eyes into the darkness. Without turning she whispered “Lae’zel.”

Lae’zel shifted and turned to move her body closer to Karlach, propping her leg up on the tiefling’s thigh. “You’re awake at this hour?” She said in a bit of haze, her lips were pressed against Karlach’s chest. Karlach took her hand and gave it a kiss. “I need your help, Lae.” Her voice was timid and she wasn’t sure if she was really going to do this. “Hmm. With what?” Lae’zel responded her eyes popping open and any hint of sleepiness left her body quickly. Karlach guided her hand down slowly, gently until she felt Lae’zel moving it on her own, groping and feeling for the wet slick that coated between her thighs.

“Oh, Karlach. You’ve made a mess of yourself. I see. You need release. I am happy to provide it.” She rose to her knees and began rummaging through her bag. Karlach whined a bit letting her hand come to rest on her throbbing wet hole.

Lae’zel sent her a glaring look and became very serious “I did not provide enough before - I underestimated you. It will not happen again.” Karlach tensed at the thought - she might have awoken something in Lae’zel that could not be controlled at this point. She had seen her once she set her mind to something and now the only thing that would be on her mind was, well Karlach.

From the bag Lae’zel retrieved a strap - the sides were ribbed, it was thick and as long as Lae’zel’s forearm. She put it on expertly then rest it on Karlach’s belly. Karlach’s face was more timid than usual but she bit her lip and pulled Lae’zel close as the Gith gave her instructions “You will take all of this.”

“I’ve never - Done that before. I mean I know I can take it just never had someone do it to me.” She reached down and grabbed the strap - feeling the size of it in her hand. Wondering if Lae’zel would be gentle with her - if she even wanted her to be gentle with her.

No. She wanted to be underneath the warrior that she had stood shoulder-to shoulder with, there would be time for gentle touch later. She wanted to be ravaged.

“True. You were quite young when you went to the hells. You will learn, I am stronger than any you have laid with before.” She took the tip of the strap and pressed it against her entrance, pushing forward slightly watching intently at the reaction she had, how her hips shifted and her tail wrapped itself embracingly on her waist. The strap eased in smoothly, Karlach opened up for it hungrily as if feeding a need that slumbered within her.

She steamed at bit under Lae’zel’s gaze, “Gods”. She whispered not knowing how it escaped her lips at all. It brought a rare smile to Lae’zel’s face, “Calling out for your Gods will not save you.” She slid forward pressing in more than half of the length and watched as Karlach writhed underneath her, her chest lifted off the leather bedroll below her and she moaned with pleasure. Lae’zel eased into her further, slowly pulling out and then back in while bracing herself on Karlach’s hips. The heat tingled against her fingers and pleasured her thighs. Lae’zel continued on slowly easing forward even though she could have pressed forward by now, she drank in the soft purrs, moans and slow build of heat that swirled around her. Soon, her hips made contact with Karlach’s thighs and they both let out stifled breathy moans at the feel of their skin touching. With the temperature rising Lae’zel quickened the pace which shocked Karlach and caused her tail to tighten aggressively around her waist. Her hands were beginning to burn but she could hear that Karlach was near her peak, so she grabbed her thighs tightly and pressed forward with harder strokes. There was a moment of quiet before the tiefling relented, her legs coming to rest on Lae’zel’s shoulders searing the flesh as she clenched hard, her knuckles tense as her hands broke through the stone floor from her grip. Lae’zel removed her gingerly, aware that she would be dealing with the injuries from this moment later. She had to keep going so she turned Karlach to rest on her knees, her full ass a stunning sight hiked up in the air. She needed a way to steady her without having to hold on with her hands, so, decided to cast mage hand. She placed it so the middle and ring finger straddled Karlach’s hips while the thumb pleasured the base of her tail. She cooed and looked back at Lae’zel with a desperate look in her eyes, begging for more, her body moving and pleasuring herself on the mage hand. Lae’zel coaxed her and explained the stoppage,

“You’re heating up, Karlach. I’ll have to keep you still in other ways, or else you’ll burn me to ash.” She retrieved a discarded chain and sword from a corner of the room and buried the bladed deep into a gap of the stone floor, then she tied Karlach’s wrists together and wrapped it around the sword so that her arms were against the ground above her head.

“What a sight you are.” She said, risking a burn to caress her ass. Karlach had gained some of her swagger back - having release in such a way had excited her beyond her recent shyness. “You’re enjoying this more than I thought Lae’zel, I didn’t know your mind was so filthy.” She teased her as she tried to swivel her head and make eye contact even though the restraints made it difficult.

“Odd for you to talk” She dipped her fingers into Karlach’s wetness and showed it off to her “considering what tying you up has done to you. You are soaking.” She slapped the wet hand against Karlach’s ass and then rested her hand on the mage hand for safety. Her hips leaned forward and pressed the strap into Karlach’s wet cunt where it slid in most of the way effortlessly. She leaned forward and took hold of her curled horn, willed the mage hand to tease Karlach’s ass instead as she braced her other hand on the base of Karlach’s tail. Then she began to set a rhythm - it was just fast enough that the moans Karlach was pushing out could not keep up -they poured out of her off the cadence until they died all together and she began to grunt sporadically with pleasure. Lae’zel felt her hips slap against the tiefling’s luscious ass where the heat had come to be excruciating but she did not stop. A couple burns would have to be the price to feel her cheeks press against her. She wanted her like this every night, begging and stuttering over her words, tied down as she was rode within an inch of her tolerance. Karlach begged for more even as her body began to shake “Lae, please. More. I need..” She didn’t finish the sentence as blue flames poured from her body and smoke began to billow from her mouth like a dragon. It made Lae’zel go feral, the slaps of her hips began to feel numb even as the heat increased. She had to give more - she had to give Karlach everything she could. Karlach arched her back upward riding a wave of pleasure as Lae’zel stroked inside her and teased her tail at the same time. She grunted and turned her head to face Lae’zel before she let out a soft ‘Fuck’ It fell from her lips covered in blue flame. Her wrists had heated the metal restrains so much that she tugged them free effortlessly and slapped away the mage hand on her ass. She pushed Lae’zel back and went to pour a bucket of water over her head to cool herself. When she returned she saw Lae’zel gingerly taking the strap off her body covered in burns and her hands too tender to release herself.

“Come here Lae. You’re hurt.” She undid the strap and rested Lae’zel softly in her lap. There was a bag near her that she reached over and brought close to them. Inside she picked up a jar of a cooling lotion meant to help with burns. “I’m fine. These burns are nothing to a warrior.” Lae’zel spat but did not make a move to get out of Karlach’s lap, instead she leaned her head softly against Karlach’s chest.

“Yeah - well right now you’re not a warrior. You’re my lover and my lover needs healing. I don’t want to hear anymore fuss from you about it.” Lae’zel scowled but did not move or fight back as Karlach rubbed in the lotion on her hands, her shoulders and her thighs. She saw a trail of burns where her tail had been and gave it some lotion as well. Lae’zel was still for her, letting her look over her entire body until she was satisfied that every burn had been tended to. Karlach looked down at the aftermath of their tryst and felt compelled to speak.

“Thank you Lae. I mean - I needed that, really needed that and you provided for me. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.” She slid her hands to wrap around Lae’zel and pushed her mouth close to her ear. She let her forked tongue slide across the surprisingly soft skin of Lae’zel’s neck and then whispered

“I need to reward you for everything you’ve done for me. No one has ever pleased me like you have. Hells. I think you probably ruined sex with other people for me, honestly.” Lae’zel smiled - a genuine smile and let Karlach actually see it “Good. You will take no one else to bed then, and no one else will ever have you. I am more than enough.” She felt a rush of success fill her body, she had conquered Karlach just as she had always wanted to.

“Look at you, being all cocky and possessive. Very hot. I’m almost regretting bringing the others back to camp after this.” Karlach chuckled at her own joke. “They’ll have to get used to the sounds we are gonna make.” She put her fingers on Lae’zel’s chin and brought her face in for a kiss - spreading her lips and pushing in her forked tongue - still hot from the fire as it pressed into the back of Lae’zel’s throat. She slid it out dramatically, letting Lae’zel stare at the size of it for awhile before she spoke again.

“Here’s to making up for lost time.” She said as her tail wrapped around Lae’zel’s waist the tip sliding lower towards her clit, Lae’zel arched her head up and drowned in the sensation. She could do this for eternity - she would just have to earn it first.

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Hi! I really love your blog and was wonderinh if we could maybe get a NSFW fic of Michael and/or Pete with the reader being self-conscious about their appearance?

Also again, thank you SO MUCH for the work you put into your writing! It’s really good, especially considering that there is barely anything good out there regarding the goth kids. :)) (English isn’t my first language, so sorry if anything is off-)

PETE MY LOVE PETE MY LIFE PETE PETE PETE

I like the self-conscious reader trope. It gives me the opportunity to write sweet smut over hard smut

Also your English is perfect! Better than mine and it’s my first language 🥴 Thank you for your kind words, they reall made my day!

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You had been with Pete for as long as you could remember. It was so hard to imagine your life without your red-headed counterpart. He had given you nothing but his all through the years. All of his love, all of his care, all of his soul, they’ve all been neatly packaged, wrapped and dropped right onto your doorstep for you to have all to yourself. Waking up to his sweet morning mumbles and the warmth of his embrace almost everyday was truly the one thing you looked forward to the most. Pete was unfiltered when he first woke up, so the things he said to you in his sleepy haze were nothing but true, his devotion to you spouting from his lips.

Still…

When you got home from work and looked into the mirror of the bathroom, you could only feel nothing but hate for yourself. The person looking at you was one you didn’t recognize. Their hips were wider, skin little more pale, hair frizzy and creating a halo around the crown of your head. You reached up to your face, feeling how puffy your cheeks had become. Sighing, you turned from the mirror, not being able to spare another glance at the person you didn’t recognize anymore. Your arms wrapped over you stomach, trying to hide the small pudge you had gained from your years together with Pete.

It made sense, you thought, that you gaining more weight was his fault. He spoiled you with dinner, desserts, snacks and candies, basically whenever you asked. You felt gross, and you made the decision to join the gym so you can get back to feeling more confident about yourself. Moving to the shower, you reached out to the handle, turning the knob of the hot water on until the showerhead began to stream. Stepping away just enough to pull your shirt over your head, you fought the urge to look at your semi nude body, not wanting to do more mental damage than you’ve already done.

You finished undressing and timidly stepped into the shower. The hot water hit your shoulders and you groaned, the heat doing wonders to your sore muscles. Letting the water run over you, your eyes fluttered shut, taking in the gentle pelting of the showerhead with content. Over the rushing water, you could hear the door of the bathroom being open, but chose not to focus on it. Pete was home, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to come running to the bathroom while you showered. He liked to sit with you, watching you or partaking in conversation. It was sweet, domestic, and everything you have ever craved from the man.

But today was different. You were nervous that when he pulled open the shower door, he’d say something about your weight gain, and his words would send you into a tizzy. Your throat felt tight as you heard the door shut, and your eyes finally popped open, tears that you didn’t know were forming joining the water drops on your cheeks. His red and black hair was blurred through the steam covered glass door. Biting your lower lip, you hoped he would just opt to speak to you through the closed entrance, but it was a lost cause. Pete liked to look at you while you shared shower conversation, his eyes darting up and down your body as you washed over your skin, watching the bubbles run down your legs before meeting your gaze again, him falling in love all over again.

And like usual, the door was pulled open, revealing the man you had been dreading to see. “Hey, love,” he greeted with a smile, his eyes filled with love and adoration. Subconciously, your arms moved back down to your stomach, shielding the small pudge of your stomach from his view. You offered a smile in response, turning your back on him to face the wall. “Hey! I was trying to look at you,” you could hear the pout on Pete’s words. “I know, I just…” you hesitated, not really having an excuse as to why you turned away.

Despite not seeing it, you could feel Pete’s burning gaze at your back. And you just knew that he had one eyebrow raised, waiting to hear the rest of your sorry explanation. “I just, don’t want you looking at me right now,” you sighed, head hanging down. “Why not?” your boyfriend questioned, his head tilting to the side as he cocked his hip. “I look gross. I’ve gained weight, I’m pale, my hair is a mess,” you started lifting off the most noticeable problems. At least the ones you thought were actual problems. Besides the water hitting the ground, the silence in the room was almost suffocating, and you felt your tears welling up once again. Silence from your Pete had you feeling sick, and your chest began to tighten.

The shower door shut, and you let out a shaky breath. You heard a thud on the counter, your gaze still downcast the ground. The water swirled like a vortex down the drain, and your eyes followed the movement, your mind racing a mile a minute. Suddenly, the door was opened once again, and you felt Pete’s arms wrap around your middle, his chest pressing against your back. Your eyes widened at the feeling of dampening fabric, and looking down at his arms around your waist, your assumption of him still being dressed was proven right.

Pete’s head slotted into the space between your neck and shoulders, pressing soft kisses all over your skin. “(Y/n), I don’t care what you look like,” his hands began to run over your skin, his hands planted flat against your flesh as he mapped out your curves and edges. They ran up your sides, causing you to shiver at the ticklish feelings. Pete’s hands moved from your sides to your front, and you pressed against him, trying to avoid his hands running over your stomach. Your effort was all for not, and his extremities ran over your stomach, feeling the plush gently as more kisses were pressed to your shoulder. “So perfect…” he sighed against your skin, his hands moving further down once again.

They started at the top of your thighs, fingers digging in slightly as he ran over your legs, squeezing gently. Then, his hands ran back up, over your hips and moving towards your posterior. Grabbing a handful of your butt, he squeezed, chuckling softly at your protests. “You’re beautiful. You’ll never stop being beautiful in my eyes. I don’t care what you look like or how you act, you’re the most gorgeous person I know,” he helped you to turn around so you faced him, his arms slinking around your middle once again, “And you’ll never be anything different. You’re too good for me to not love you because of how you look. Now stop feeling so bad about yourself.” he finished his praises with a sweet kiss on your lips.

Pete’s words lit a fire in your stomach, the compliments doing a little too much to excite you. Your hands moved to his chest as your fingers began making quick work of his shirt. “You know, as much as I love how cheesy you are, I can’t help but think you’re an idiot for getting in here fully dressed,” you giggled softly, your eyes catching his. Pete responded with a soft smile and a shrug, helping you to peel his wet shirt off of him. “I think you’re an idiot all the time,” he responded, finishing undressing himself before standing infront of you once again. He gathered his garments and threw them out of the shower, the fabric hitting the ground with a wet *splat!*.

Hands on his body, you rubbed up his chest gently, resting them on his shoulders. Your gaze became half lidded as his own hands glided to your chest, fingers finding your nipples and giving a teasing squeeze to the buds. A gasp slid past your lips as you pouted up at your boyfriend, choosing to ignore his shit eating grin at your reaction. “At least wait until we get to the bedroom,” you grumbled, leaning up to press a kiss on his lips.

“I don’t think I can wait until then.”

And with those words, Pete pulled you flush against his body, his lips latching onto yours and deepening the kiss. His hands wandered over your skin once again, these time needy and unwavering, squeezing at any expanse of skin he could. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, not waiting for your approval before his muscle thrust into your mouth. From there, his tongue fought with yours, taking time to explore your wet cavern as he’s done so many times before.

Your arms wrapped out his neck lazily, keeping him pulled tight against you as you felt his wandering hands travel over your body. Cursing the need for breath, you broke away with a small gasp, not realizing how low you were running on air. Pete’s lips planted against your neck, his teeth grazing over the soft flesh as he nipped along the pale skin. With each bite, he placed a gentle kiss behind, latching his lips onto some places to hopefully produce some hickies, to show that you’re his and no one elses. He continued kissing down your neck, blindly directing you until your back was pressed against the cold shower wall, chuckling at the sharp gasp you inhaled.

He placed a kiss to each of your breasts, before sinking to his knees, coming face to face with your sex. Looking up at you from wet lashes, he leaned towards you, pressing a kiss to your thigh. You shuddered, it was almost nauseating as just how close his lips were to your core. Pete’s teeth grazed over your leg’s skin, giving slightly harder nips, just enough to have you gasping and whining above him. His teeth sank softly into your thigh and you cried out, your hips bucking at the pinching sensation. His tongue ran over the indents from his teeth, and another smirk crossed his lips.

Tapping your other thigh, he moved closer to you, his chest pressing against your legs. You shifted your weight onto one leg, obeying his silent order to hook your other over his shoulder. “Good girl,” his voice was hushed, but the praise screamed in your head. A warm flush ran over your cheeks at his words, breath shaky as you sighed softly. Leaning forward he pressed one last soft kiss to your pubic mound before his tongue darted over and swiped over your slit, your voice warbling as a moan fell from your lips.

Pete set a steady motion at pulling you apart, his tongue flicking so deviously gentle over your bundle of nerves, causing you to produce more unholy noises at his actions. Grinding your hips against his tongue, your head fell back against the shower tiles, one hand planted firmly on a neighboring wall, the other tangling into the man’s wet locks. Soft whines and whimpers flirted with the sound of running water. Pete’s fingers came up to your center, his digits sliding gently through your soaked slit before he pushed a finger into you. You moaned out, hips bucking forward once again at the welcomed intrusion.

Pumping his digit in and out, he pulled away from you, smiling at your grumble of protest. He watched his finger slip from you only to watch it sink back in, curling the extremity to rub against your g-spot. A whine escaped from your throat, and at that, Pete added a second finger. Your hips jerked, your leg beginning to tremble as you felt the knot begin forming in your stomach. Pete slowed his motions, watching your face screw up in agitation. “If you want to cum, you have to tell me how pretty you are,” he said, his tongue swiping over his bottom lips, remnants of your flavor still on it.

“Please! I need it,” you grunted out, another moan leaving your lips. The man pouted, halting his actions immediately, his fingers still sunk deep inside of you. “How pretty are you?” he reflected, watching you intently as you tried to ride his fingers. “G-gorgeous. I’m beautiful, no matter what I look like!” you were practically crying at this point, teeth gritting as his fingers began to pump once again. “What else?” he purred, curling his fingers into your spot once again.

Your eyes screwed shut, the noises coming from you almost animalistic. “You’re not gonna l… leave me, no ma-matter what I look like. Ungh!” you cried out as his mouth made contact with your core once again. The knot was becoming tighter and tighter, you felt as if you were going insane. The moment Pete’s lips latched around your bud and provided a gentle suction, you squealed as the knot finally snapped, your chest heaving as you rode out your orgasm.

Pete’s fingers kept pumping, riding you through your high gently. His tongue flicked over your clit a few more times before halting, his digits leaving your dripping cunt. Unhooking your leg from his shoulder and standing back to full height, Pete pulled you against him, his hands rubbing your muscles as you caught your breath. “Don’t ever,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, tucking his face into the curve of your neck, pressing another gentle kiss to your throat, “Ever say that you aren’t worthy of my love.” he finished. You both just enjoyed the moment, letting the water run over your bodies until it turned cold.

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hyperfocusthusly · 1 year

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Crashing down

Read on A03 here

Crowley woke up late, from the moment his eyes opened the day felt wrong. He groans and reburies himself in the duvet. Eventually he emerges in the late afternoon, the sense of wrongness persists squirming under his skin and making him irritable. Aziraphale notices, of course, Crowley notes him peering around bookshop shelves, fiddling with his rings and offering tea slightly more often than necessary while Crowley engages in his usual, and favourite, activity of scaring away would be customers with a little more venom than normal.

“Are you alright dear?” Aziraphale appears somewhere behind his left shoulder, a gentle press on his lower back soothes the nagging feeling pulling at the back of his eyes. He raises a hand and rubs his temple.

“Just feel a bit off angel, nothing to worry yourself with”

“Maybe a walk would do you some good, bit of fresh air?”

He suspected it wouldn’t, but anything to abate the radiating worry from behind him.

The walk, as it happened, took him as far as Nina’s coffee shop. In the years since he and Aziraphale finally were able to settle in the bookshop they had developed some kind of ‘mutually grumpy half of the pairing’ friendship. He pushes open the door to find an enormous mug waiting for him, she had seen him coming and automatically prepared his usual. He miracled out far too much for a single coffee and passed it to her. The dull pain behind his eyes had sharpened in the street, but eased a little in the relative gloom of the coffee shop in the late afternoon haze. He took his normal seat in the back corner sipping his coffee and willing himself to calm down.

“Are you alright?”

Nina. She looked concerned.

“You’re just looking a little pinched, more than normal, I mean”

A small hum is all he manages, the feeling is intensifying the coffee shop suddenly feeling small and repressive, the air thick and sticky in his throat. He stands, abruptly, the chair skittering away behind him.

“Something bad…” he murmurs,

“I need some air”

Nina watches him leave, slightly unsteadily, and wonders if she should call Aziraphale, what do demons consider a bad thing anyway?

The air outside is cooler, the autumn evening revealing the best of itself in a crisp breeze. He sighs. The feeling is still there, clawing at the back of his throat, demanding to be felt. He glances up and down the street, nothing. No angel hoard, no lurking demons, nothing out of place.

The chime of the record shop bell catches his attention as Maggie comes out of her shop. She waves to him as she sets out to cross the road, on her way to walk Nina home, as always. Nina clinks the lock on the door to the coffee shop and steps out beside him, ready for the evening ritual.

The unease sharpens, pulls at his senses.

Moments pass, tiny, inconsequential, flickering past until he sees it, suddenly, horribly and with perfect clarity.

The car skids around the corner, careening wildly, directly towards Maggie.

And before he can raise his hand, it hits her. She disappears under it and the world stops. Crowley has seen a lot of things on his time on earth, death and destruction wreak havoc here constantly, but not here, not now, not in this corner of the world they had carved out for themselves. Not to his friends.

Nina’s screams pulls him back and he’s raising his hands before the first step is complete. He reaches out for the tenterhooks of time and grips them, feeling the power screech along the nerves of his corporation, wrapping around his wrists like burning white ropes.

He pulls, time screams at him it’s done, it’s done.

He pulls harder.

“No,” grits his teeth, refusing to back down, “you will obey me.” It begins to relent, winding back, slowly, too slowly for the affect its having on him. As the car runs back he feels something in his head pop, his corporation is shaking under the pressure of the metaphysical form pressing through. Nearly, nearly there. The car is pulled back, Maggie is upright. His body is screaming, but she is safe.

With one last push, he sends the car screeching up the road and lets go, the ropes slip away, searing away the skin in their path.

The world returns briefly, a fades away just as fast. He feels suddenly heavy, exhaustion pours over him as the damage to his corporation makes itself known. He’s loosely aware that he’s falling, legs unable to hold themselves up any longer.

He’s also aware that he’s caught, a gentle heat against the cold crawling over him. He’s going to discorporate he thought, he wonders how he’ll explain this one to Hell, how long it will take to get a new corporation, to get back home, he hears the scrape of metal across asphalt, the cold rush of death breezing closer.

Everything is fading, it’s happening, sounds blurring together until something rings through with crystal clarity.

“You will not be needed here today”

He recognises the voice, of course he does, the only constant of 6,000 years on earth, how could he not.

The numbing cold is replaced gently by warmth, things begin to knit themselves back together and he suddenly feels calm.

Aziraphale is here, and he is safe.

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Aziraphale feels time stop outside the bookshop, he drops the books he’s holding and rushes towards the door, trying to keep the icy fear from over taking him. The door pushes open with some effort, time is holding out here, sticking to him and making movement difficult. He emerges on the street in time to see Crowley, face taut with effort, extend his arm and throw a car sideways. He reaches out his own arm and forces the air out of the tyres, grinding it to a halt.

He turns as the world zips back into life, released from the hold it had been trapped in, turns to see Crowley crumple to the floor, barely caught by Nina.

A cold sweeps down the street as a figure emerges from a side road. Black cloak sweeping, Scythe scraping your torturously across the asphalt.

No no

He’s running again, desperate to get to Crowley before the figure. He drops to the floor, into an atmosphere clouded by pain, distress emanating from crowleys alarmingly still form, theres blood running from his ears painting the skin of his unnaturally pale face, dark black bruises forming under his closed eyes. He reaches out again, feeling for the damage.

He spares a look upwards, meets the gaze of empty sockets and spits out “you will not be needed here today.”

He refocuses all of his energy on pulling back together the parts of the broken body in front of him. Breathing becomes steadier, a heart rate less erratic.

Somewhere around him he dully hears the squawking of crows, another gust of icy wind and then, finally, the warmth of the autumn sun.

Death was gone, Crowley was safe.

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sorrel-haven · 1 year

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Calm Before the Storm: Mend the Body and the Heart

After Kore confessed she ended up falling asleep on the floor... which was not a good idea with her injured shoulder... Colab story with @ro-valerius

Ro's characters: Blomma (featured) Tofu (mentioned) @ffxiv-f13ndish characters: Miyu (mentioned)

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The pain in her shoulder woke Kore up. She hissed as she pressed her hand on her forehead; she was on the floor. Right… she fell asleep there after…

She sat up suddenly. Memories of last night flooded back in, washing away the sleepy haze. Pain shot through her, radiating from her shoulder, at the sudden movement. She let out a small yelp. First things first, she needed to get this taken care of. She could figure out what the hell she was thinking last night later.

Kore tried to get up, unsteadily, trying to not use her injured arm. She should have healed this while she still had the adrenaline last night. After sleeping on the floor it was so stiff she could barely move it. Blomma could help, she’d just have to find her, hopefully she was still home this morning.

Blomma had just finished arranging some sliced apples, a carefully peeled orange, some nuts, and some fresh blackberries from the yard onto a plate; it was one of her favourite plates, soft white porcelain with dark pink swirls of a floral pattern she couldn’t quite place. She had noticed that Kore was a bit late waking up and presumed that she’d had a long night. The least she could do is take her a nice breakfast, and probably let her get back to resting after.

She picked up the plate and made her way up the stairs, locating Kore’s room easily even without turning on the lights; the secondary hallway didn’t have windows like the main hallway, but it didn’t affect her in the slightest. She made it to her door and knocked lightly before cracking the door open to set the plate down inside for her.

“Blomma is that you?” Kore asked, accompanied by a pained noise.

At the pained noise, Blomma’s ears twitched, her demeanor becoming more alert. With a quick murmur of ‘Cover your eyes I’m turning on the light’, she flicked on the lights and set the plate down on the dresser. She found Kore, on the floor with a pained expression, and bags under her eyes.

“...Dearheart, what’s wrong? What hurts?” she murmured, striding closer and kneeling beside Kore.

“I may have dislocated it again in my sleep,” she said, holding her shoulder.

The bruising was worse than last night. She sure fucked up not healing it when she had the chance. But Blomma could help, at least get her to where she can move it.

Blomma sighed and stood back up, moving around behind Kore and pressing her fingers to her shoulder as she lifted it a little. Feeling where everything was, it was a simple matter to just… pop and it was back in place. The bruising was a concern, though. She set to massaging the area, trying not to be too rough on it.

“Remind me to pick up healing magics at some point, dearest…might be more helpful in the long run for non-Tofu individuals, if you’re all going to be so reckless,” she said, though her tone was light to indicate jest. “This should help it heal faster when you have the energy to cast a spell, alright?”

Blomma rested her hands on Kore’s shoulders, quiet for a long moment. The bags under her eyes, and her being asleep on the floor… There was something more than just a shoulder injury. She didn’t want to pry, but…

“Dearheart, did something happen? And I don’t mean the injury. Well, the injury, too. You don’t have to tell me if you’d rather not, but… Well, I’ve been told that I am a good listener, and I have the odd moments of good advice,” she murmured, running her fingers lightly through Kore’s hair to lightly loosen any tangles from Kore’s unfavourable nap.

Kore chewed her bottom lip for a moment, she was unsure if she should talk about it.

“I- I kissed Tofu.” She didn’t look at Blomma, she didn’t want to see her reaction.

Blomma sat down on the ground behind Kore, pulling her back to rest her head against her chest. She patted Kore’s head gently as she considered how best to respond. A brief laugh escaped her in the form of a puff of air.

“So the cat is outta the bag, then. Pray, elaborate with me here. What are your thoughts, sweetie?” she murmured gently.

“I don’t know why I did it… Actually. I do know why… But I didn’t intend to! He was just being so- and I was just-” She curled up into Blomma’s lap. “I messed up.”

Kore was being very hard on herself, she was still holding back. She tensed -- probably not good for her shoulder. She winced a little at the pain.

“Miyu’s gonna hate me…”

Blomma sighed dramatically. “Kore darling I already have to deal with one stupid rabbit, I don’t need two. Miyu will not hate you for this- and before you argue, I have already figured them all out by now, they’re not discrete, you know. And you haven’t messed up.”

She leaned her cheek against Kore’s head, hugging her gently.

“What I think…is that everyone is trying to put everyone else first. But, well, when it comes to the heart, you can’t just do that, you know? If you don’t get resolution, it’ll just eat at you. You’ll never stop wondering ‘what if’.”

“And…well, Miyu seems fond of you, more so than the rest of us. I don’t think even something like this will change their mind about you. Besides, I’m pretty sure they have half a mind to be more worried about you.”

Blomma stretched her arms above her head to loosen her shoulders. “I think you all need time to think, and maybe some group conversation. But mostly time to think.”

“Yes… you’re right, I know you’re right. I just… seem to expect the worst outcome for myself.” Kore laughed dryly. “Optimistic to a fault for everyone else, but… I think something broke when I lost Lament. I’m so afraid of losing people.”

There it was, the root of Kore’s anxieties.

Kore adjusted her sitting so she faced Blomma. She took Blomma’s hand and started to trace circles in the palm.

“I can live with whatever Tofu decides. I don’t expect anything from him. Sure I’d like it if he reciprocated, but…” She took in a deep breath. “But it’s the thought of even possibly losing him, Miyu, anyone… that’s what terrifies me.”

Blomma leaned forward and kissed Kore gently on the forehead.

"Lovebug, none of us…are going anywhere. It'll be okay, we're not going anywhere," she murmured softly.

Kore closed her eyes and took in a few rhythmic breaths. Her eyes fluttered open after and she smiled at Blomma. She took Blomma’s other hand and gave both of them a light squeeze.

“Thank you. I think I feel a bit better now.”

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The green armoured Daimyo

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

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

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

Oh maker, what exactly happened last night?

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

Last night with Lord Fe- Boba really did happen.

Boba.

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

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

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

And you were right about both of them.

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

But how do you go about it now?

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

His Palace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Could any of these people be trusted?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

''You got that?''

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

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

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

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

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

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

It still felt like a dream.

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

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

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

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

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

How you want him to claim you.

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

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

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

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

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

''A little bit'' you say softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then he headed back to his throne.

This man, oh how you needed him so badly!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was so odd, him seeming worried something happened. You'd not really spoken to him, you hadn't seen him since the night Krrsantan broke in to be honest, Boba kept sending him out on far patrols. ''Alright, I'll see you around then'' Skad gives you a small smile and wanders off, back to being glued to his pad.

So you carry on heading back to your room. Once you shut the door behind you you let out a deep breath. How did you manage this?

Like a few weeks ago you were so angry and also scared of this man, scared of what he would do to this planet and if he started a civil war. You couldn't have imagined leaving the Sanctuary and working here, if you told yourself a few months ago you'd be working in the Palace you'd never believe it.

Yet this was your life now. Working for the Daimyo, whilst also having him slowly claim you.

It felt so unreal.

Later on you hang around the kitchen awhile after you finished the evenings dishes, waiting for Boba. You felt silly waiting, but you wanted to see what he meant exactly, about 'rewarding you'.

It had been almost an hour before you saw anyone.

''Hey, what you still doing here?'' Drash asks breaking your boredom. She was stood in the doorway, one hand on the doorframe, looking very confused to see you still here.

''Oh, just making sure everything's okay in here'' you lie, you couldn't exactly tell her you were waiting for the boss to come touch you again.

She gives you a more confused look and says ''well you best go to bed, the Daimyo isn't in the best mood and everyone is staying clear of his path.''

As she turns to leave you quickly catch up to her and say ''what do you mean? What's happened?'' You start to become worried. Was Boba okay? You hadn't heard anything, nothing that made you worry.

''He was off on his training with the rancor when 8D8 informed him we can't find many re-enforcements to help him out'' she shrugs, ''guess that's what happens when you've outlived most your friends sadly.''

She was right in that sense. You weren't sure exactly how old Boba was, but the tales and rumours of him had him old enough that yeah he wouldn't have many alive friends anymore.

''The only person they knew for fact they could count on apparently has no real way to be reached since they don't have a ship anymore or something. So he's not in the best mood, if I was you I'd just go to bed and avoid the throne room for a bit'' Drash adds.

So you nod and she heads back towards the garage, most likely to tinker with her bike or something. You just stare at the steps to the throne room and shiver, you weren't one for confrontation, and you hated being near others when they were in a bad mood.

Part of you wanted to go in and check he was alright, but then you remind yourself that you didn't really know this man. You imagined he wouldn't be nice around when annoyed, and you wouldn't even know how to comfort him.

So you don't, you go back and hang your apron up, then rush out the kitchen for the second time today.

''Haar'chak!'' You hear Boba yell from the throne room as you pass the stairs. Your feet halter and stare at the stairs listening, waiting to see if you could hear anything else. As much as you didn't like these situations you still wanted to know what was happening in the place you lived and worked in. Wanting to know what your boss, who you've got something going on with, was doing.

''Boss, come on, calm down! We'll get hold of Djarin and maybe he'll have some contacts too'' you hear Fennec say.

''And if we don't? We're kriffed Fennec!'' Boba's voice was deep, almost scary. That voice belonged to a man that people feared, the one you knew the rumours of. ''I refuse to be pushed out without a fight, but we cannot do this alone. We've already lost!''

You hadn't met this side of him, in the weeks you'd known him he seemed nice enough, there was still a clear indication of power and leadership, but nothing 'scary'. But this man you overheard right now? There was anger behind the words, more than just 'not getting his own way'. You can imagine this voice belonging to a man who hunted down people as a job, this was the Boba Fett you'd been told about.

''Listen to me Boba, everything's going to be fine. Just go rest, then carry on your training tomorrow. Let me and that dumb droid sort this'' Fennec sighs.

It goes quiet, and you're just standing at the bottom of the steps, almost stuck in fear. You weren't sure on any feelings for this man in terms of trust, but this was making you question a lot. He had made it very clear to you that he respected trust a lot and how much it means to him, but what about the other way around?

How were you supposed to trust him? How were you supposed to trust him with your body and allow him to do what he wishes to you?

''I'm going to bed, it's pointless just standing here stressing all night over nothing'' Fennec scuffs, ''it'll be sorted one way or another.''

You hear footprints move around and assume she's gone to her room. Maybe you should do the same?

So you do, you finally pick your feet up and turn yourself back around towards your quarters. You are so deep in thoughts you didn't hear the feet approach the top of the steps. ''Ad'ika'' you hear from the throne room steps. Once again your feet halter and you slowly turn back around to see Boba standing at the top of the steps.

He was still in full armour, helmet on. His hands were at his sides, one seeming to be curled into a fist.

''Evening sir'' you say trying to hide any nerves, from both listening when you probably shouldn't have and from being uneasy about him right this moment. His posture seemed tense, the anger you just heard was still radiating off him.

''What are you doing? Your shift ended a long time ago'' he was still at the steps, but the weight of his words made it feel like he was right in front of you.

''Oh, I was just... cleaning the rest of the kitchen.''

You knew it was a very obvious lie, but you didn't want to sound desperate. Not wanting to admit you had been waiting for over an hour for him to come and touch you more.

Boba then signals with his fingers to come to him, and you hesitantly move towards him. Heart beating out your chest the closer you got to him. As you stood at the bottom of his steps you could feel his imposing power, feeling so small and insignificant to him.

Once you reach the top of the steps his hand reaches out and grabs your neck, pressing it slightly to cause your legs to press together. All worry suddenly gone, for a moment anyway.

''What did I tell you about trust? How I don't like liars'' he says, his voice still in that deep tone.

The worry flooded your body, realising he might have thought you were over listening, which you were, but not intentionally. ''I'm sorry Boba, I wasn't trying to listen. I was just passing wh-''

A smack hits your face causing all words to stop. You move your face back to facing him as he presses a little harder on your throat, a heavy breath leaving your opened mouth. These actions shouldn't be turning you on so much, but yet they were. Moments ago you were uneasy about him, and now you'd do anything for him to keep degrading you.

Just wanting something from him.

''Using your pretty mouth for lies when you could use it for much better things. Maybe I need to teach you another lesson.''

Then the hand leaves your throat and he grabs your hand, pulling you into one of the booths at the back of the empty throne room. Ironically the same one you sat in when you signed your contract.

''Kneel'' Boba demands, and you quickly obey.

You weren't worrying as much anymore seeing as he didn't actually seem angry. You hoped at least. Hoping he wasn't just using you to get his anger out.

Your eyes were currently facing his crotch, it being level to you. A hand places under your chin to force your head to stare into the black visor. Even with the visor you could imagine how he might be staring at you, how his gaze would be.

''If you want to me to accept your apology maybe you should earn it, show me why I should'' he says with a deep demanding tone as he lets go of your face.

So you reach your hands out and pull the zipper down on the front of his crotch, ignoring the belt hanging right above, just dealing with it. Managing to free his cock without any real trouble and massaging it with your hand at first, making it to its full length. As you feel it harden under your hand you then feel his gloved hand on your head, clearly indicating to you to take it into your mouth.

And so you do. You lean forward and push his cock between your lips, wetting it completely as it slowly makes its way to the back of your throat.

For a moment you just kneel there with his full length in your mouth, in the middle of the throne room where anyone could walk in.

Then before you can fully brace for it Boba's hand tightens in your hair and he pulls his dick back a bit, before shoving it right the way back in. This caused you to gag a little and then you heard above ''remember to tap my thigh if you need me to stop, and use your safeword if needed.'' Which helped you relax a bit, because regardless of him 'teaching you a lesson' he was still making sure you were comfortable.

Your thighs pressed together, oh the bare minimum can do so much to a girl.

The feeling of him just thrusting into your mouth made you feel used, but in such a good way. His thrusts were slow but long, taking his time to use your mouth in the way he wished.

The hand in your hair pulls a bit as he says ''look at you, taking my cock so well. Maybe I should haven given you this lesson earlier too, maybe then you wouldn't need a second one.''

Him recalling earlier today made your pussy clench, thinking about how your ass was sore for a good few hours after he was done with you. You were still in the same clothes so you wonder if he could see where he marked you earlier.

But now you think you've lost any chance of a 'reward' from Boba, seeing as he is teaching you another lesson.

A deeper thrust causes you to gag again, but not enough that you felt the need to stop or pull back.

''See your mouth can be used for better things than lies.''

Part of you wishes his cock wasn't in your mouth so you could explain to him that you weren't lying really, that you were just waiting for him until Drash spoke to you. So you groan again his dick to indicate that you didn't really agree with his statement.

''Oh, do you wish to say something little one? Or should you just keep taking my cock and I'll reward you in someway?'' He asks, it was in a mix of a teasing and demanding tone. He had stopped thrusting, he was staring at you with his hand in your hair, waiting for a response.

So you move your head forward and take his length back in, you wanted that reward. You needed it!

All day you had been stuck horny for him, not allowed a release due to promises of him doing it for you. But you so badly wanted it, it was driving you insane as you felt your underwear continue to be dripped into.

''Good girl'' Boba says as his thrusts start again.

You try to close your mouth a little, to add more tightness for him but also in hope it would stop your jaw from cramping, as it was starting to.

Then you feel spit and droll start to run down your chin, feeling it run onto your clothes. You didn't really mind, finding it amusing that there was visible evidence of what happened tonight.

His grip loosens and he readjusts himself then he starts thrusting your mouth quicker. Tears start to fill your eyes, this felt so good.

This was now the second time you'd taken his cock in your mouth, and both times it made you feel slightly overstimulated in the best way, and now both times it worried you how you'd ever be able to be fucked by him.

His length was so thick and he very clearly knew how to use it in the best ways possible, and if he was to fuck you then he really would ruin you. Just like he said he wanted to.

''I'm gonna cum down your throat, okay princess?'' he grunts, so you hum around him as a response.

A few more fast thrusts and the salty, musky taste of his cum hits the back of your throat. You close your eyes in pleasure, enjoying knowing your mouth made him do this.

He rides his orgasm out, his hand now just slightly placed on your head. So you decide to pull your head back and run your tongue over his tip, making sure to clear his cock as you swallowed his cum.

When you completely pull back you look up at him to be greeted with the emotionless helmet. After he tucks himself back away he runs his thumb over your chin and says ''oh, did my girl make a mess down her face?''

'My girl'?

You felt like you were on fire, your underwear was slowly soaking and you let a little whimper out your mouth.

Boba's other hand reaches behind him to grab the end of the fabric that hung off his back, pulled it round to the front of his body and brought it up to your chin. The fabric was rough, but his touch under it was gentle. You're just staring at him in awe, it felt nice to have someone clean the mess they caused up.

''Do you think you deserve some reward now?'' He asks almost softly, his hand now resting on your dry chin, ''since you took me so well, and I have accepted your apology.''

You just give him a simple nod, scared that any words that left you would just be a mumbling mess.

He offers you his hand and you take it, he slowly helps you up. Maker, your knees were sore. They felt bruised and burnt from the rug slung over the stone flooring.

You are now face to face with his helmet again, your bodies so close to each other. Using one hand to stroke your cheek whilst the other travels under your skirt to grab your ass.

However you flitch a bit, apparently still sore from earlier. Boba must have gathered so he let go and just stroked it instead saying, ''did I go too hard on you earlier?''

You shyly shake your head, feeling a little embarrassed by just how much you enjoyed it.

That same small chuckle emerges from behind his helmet, ''such a dirty girl'' he mutters.

For a moment you both just stand there in silence, scared he could hear your pussy clenching round air, scared your own wetness would be able to be heard due to how quiet it was now.

He then moves his helmet to the other side of your head were his hand isn't and says ''do you wish to go back to your quarters or stay here for your reward?''

''My quarters'' you whimper out.

''Oh so she can still speak?'' he clearly smirks, ''thought I had broken that pretty mouth for a minute.''

Before you can react his hand on your faces leaves and the one on your ass lowers, and then suddenly your body is thrown over his shoulder. You let out a huge breath as you realise how easily he picked you up, and the action makes your pussy once again clench.

This man can overpower you so quickly, taking you with ease.

''Let me reward my good girl then'' he states and then starts leaving the throne room. Watching the room backwards as it leaves your view, ascending down onto the corridor.

You pray no one was around as your whole ass was now on show, your underwear may as well not even be there due to how soaked they were.

It felt almost like you were being paraded around to an invisible crowd. Honestly the thought of him parading you through a real crowd seemed exciting, knowing everyone would look and them knowing you belong to him. Knowing they can't have you, that you're only his.

Seeing the Palace from this view was throwing off your location a bit, even though you knew the ways to your own quarters it was still odd. And before you knew it you were back at your room.

Like he did the other night he unlocked your door and walked in with you still over his shoulder, only putting you down on your bed.

You're laying back, your skirt completely flashing him, staring at him completely speechless.

Watching as his hands reach up to his helmet, pulling it off to revel his handsome face. You hadn't seen it in days, almost forgetting just how beautiful he was. Boba then places the helmet down on the end of the bed, staring down at you with hungry eyes.

He pulls your legs up so your feet are resting on the edge of the bed as your knees bend in the air. It takes you a moment to realise he is removing your shoes, and once he does he spreads your legs more and steps between them, caging himself in with your knees either side of his torso.

The feeling of his gaze is melting you, so many emotions visible through his eyes and yet none at the same time. Mainly just lust.

A hand moves down your body to where your soaking underwear is. Watching him remove his gloves, then feeling his bare fingers stroke the inside of your thigh, a small whimper leaves your lips.

Slowly he then starts to remove your underwear, exposing your soaked pussy to him. Feeling them be discarded off your body and probably thrown to some random location in your room.

Then Boba gently runs a finger through your folds causing you to almost jump at the touch, so desperate for it. You had been waiting all day for this, and needed this release.

''Maker you are one needy slut aren't you?'' he says as you pushes one finger into your pussy.

''Only for you'' you whisper as your eyes roll back and a moan crawls out your throat.

A groan leaves him and you feel a shift in the bed. Then you feel a slight bite on your thigh causing you to whimper with pleasure. ''Good'' he praises and then leaves a couple of kisses on your thigh around where he just bit.

You then feel him pull his finger out of you and your eyes shot open. Using your elbows to lean up to see what was happening, but before you can say another his mouth attaches to your mould. Your elbows give way and you fall back into your bed as a heavy moan leaves you.

Stars, his tongue was talented!

His tongue traced inside your folds, like he was trying to take you all in. It felt so good, oh how much you were already enjoying this reward.

Your hand goes down to grip onto his hair before you remember he doesn't have any, so you move your hand and grip the bedsheets instead. Needing some way of steadying yourself.

One of his hands travel up your body, pulling your shirt up and starts playing with your nipple between his fingers. It was so different to when you played with your own nipples, it's like his touch made the pleasure last longer.

This was so much. How were you so overstimulated again already?

Then his tongue enters your hole, causing your hips to raise against his face as his nose knocks your clit, which then makes you gasp out a loud moan. He obviously realised what happened and uses his free hand to grip onto your hip to grind your pussy against his face.

If he carries on like this you won't last much longer, so you mutter out ''I'm g-getting clo-close.''

Which then his grips tighten on your nipple and hip, trying to bring you closer and closer to that release. This was the first time you'd ever gotten so close so quickly, but him teasing you earlier and then making you suck his cock just got you so horny, you had been waiting to cum for hours at this rate.

''Cum for me, cyar'ika'' he mumbles against your core, the vibration of his voice just made you closer.

Once his mouth returns you cum almost instantly. Your eyes roll back as you see fireworks, your hands tighten on the sheets, your thighs begin to clamp around his head but he doesn't seem to mind.

He keeps eating you out through your orgasm until your legs begin to shake from it being too much, ''Boba, pl-please'' you plead. Unable to form a real sentence as your body was tiring itself out, but he just kept going.

Was he trying to make you cum twice?

You weren't even sure if you could, you'd never been able to cum that quickly after.

But then he moved his head up to catch your dazed gaze, his chin and nose shiny from your release. ''What's the matter babygirl? Too much for you?''

His teasing made you weak, in any other situation you know your legs would press together, but instead you just felt your arousal return.

''Can you cum one more time for me?'' Boba asks, his fingers already playing with your hole again, ''your pussy is just too good for me to only make it cum once tonight.''

It was almost like he was begging you, and you really wanted him to. So you nod, awaiting for him to move back but he doesn't, instead his gaze is still locked onto yours as a smirk comes onto his face.

''Use your words, princess.''

''P-please sir, make me cu-cum again'' you plead, your voice so small and out of breath still.

He then leans down and places a kiss on your lips, the taste and smell of your own release filling your senses as his tongue enters your mouth for a moment. ''Good girl'' Boba says before returning back to between your legs.

This time though he mainly focuses on just licking and sucking at your mould as his two fingers slowly fuck your hole. You moan heavy, your body still sensitive from before.

Your hands are starting to cramp from gripping the sheets, but it was just so good how you felt right now. ''Fuck Boba'' you quietly moan, which causes his own mouth to vibrate against your clit.

Once again your hips raise, but this time he lowers them. His two fingers curling inside you as his tongue attacks your clit.

You were a mess under his touch, maker you couldn't wait for the day he fucks you. You felt so full from his fingers so you just know his cock will complete you.

''C-close'' you mutter to him.

Boba's tongue is removed as he says ''then cum for me girl.''

His fingers curl again as his tongue reattaches to you clit, and your eyes slam shut. Cumming harder than you did the first time. A loud moan escapes, not really caring how embarrassingly loud it was right now. Again your thighs clamp around his head, this time shaking as your orgasm rippled through you.

Your hand slightly shaking as you tap his arm, hoping he'd understand you needed him to remove his mouth, and luckily he does.

He looks at you again with shine round his mouth as he praises ''so good for me.'' Grabbing your hand and placing a soft kiss on it.

Watching as he ascends off the ground and hoovering over you, then placing hands either side of your head. He leans down and places another kiss on your lips, again all you can taste and smell is yourself.

One of his hand cups the side of your head, stroke your head through your hair. All the worry from earlier felt so stupid, the worry of trust was gone, almost anyway.

In this moment you felt safe, you felt like he would never hurt you.

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