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I know you.
Shigure Sohma x Reader
synopsis: Shigure Sohma, a complicated man with a lot of secrets, knowing him gave you everything, from love to happiness to frustration and pain. It can’t help that you cannot get away from him.
warnings: age gap relationship. angst. mean!shigure, domestic fluff, heartbreak, arguments, mentions of break up, mentions of cheating (not happening). nsfw. emotional s*x, doggy style, missionary, cream pies, mentions of pregnancy, breeding.
a/n: it’s a brief story for one of the men that has my heart, but unfortunately is in a unique situation with a person I loathe lmao. It’s something that I needed more than anything, I haven't written for some time so I hope it's decent. please like, comment, reblog, tip! thank you for reading!!!!
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Living as a zodiac and as a Sohma, Shigure never saw anything beyond the walls of the clan when he was young, and he never thought about it either.
When he was kicked out after the whole thing with that woman and the other as well, he had no option but to. He had to find a house, find a job, a routine to follow, to live a life as a normal human and not one of the zodiac.
In that, he could not forget to fill his own release. How to pass time when he had the time to distract himself.
First, it was his few flees here and there, Mayu as well. But nothing and no one that made him feel less like the dog of the zodiac, only loyal to one woman in mind. No one was ever serious enough or enough in itself.
The appearance of the kids was a welcomed distraction but not ‘it’ yet, it was another failure. Their fights, their presence made him observing of what the zodiac was, therefore made her existence even worse and far more amplified.
When he met you, nothing changed at all at first. You were and are younger than him, just another woman, meeting him during your first year in uni in a random cafe in the city while he was 25.
It took you a bit of time to actually talk to him, to get the glances and looks to have an effect, to have him take you seriously at all beyond an 18-year-old looking at a slightly older man.
Maybe at that moment you were looking for a distraction from the workload as well, he doesn’t know really the motive behind your pursuing.
But he knew that neither of you were actually taking the situation seriously, it was all out of lust, for him to not think of Akito and the curse, for you to probably not think of family and your own problems.
Things weren't supposed to be taken seriously.
Yet, after three years, here he was, thrusting into you deep and hard, groaning into your mouth as he muffled your moans and made everything echo with the slick on your skin.
Your legs spread apart, feet planted on the futon while his hands pinned yours down. Chest against chest. Forehead against forehead.
You knew his secret.
His attraction grew even more after the discovery, you stayed and listened, you stayed and understood, you stayed and didn’t care.
You stayed.
He knew the difficulty in it though, you were a very affectionate person, for years you wanted to hold him, the man that was making your head go crazy but you couldn’t without ending up with the cute version of his dog.
Because while it was at least something, after years, and a title, it was still frustrating.
As he fucked you thoroughly, he could see the way your legs twitched every time to wrap around him and feel the most. He wanted it too, feel your legs tightly around himself, feel your arms around his back and leaving all the marks you wanted.
As he spilled into you, hands firmly on your waist, digging into your flesh as he pushed as deep as he could, he showed you the same amount of want and need. The marks perpetually being left on your skin, everyday you saw them, every time you remembered that none other would fit them as his hands would.
Panting against your chest, he was feeling your nails brushing through his hair, your lips leaving light pecks on the crown of his head.
It was an experience looking into your eyes every time. He never felt as overwhelmed as in those moments.
So much care and love that he probably shouldn’t deserve for who he truly was. He had told you things but not nearly as everything as he should have.
His head was still split into his zodiac and human, but now there was you, thinking of Akito felt like a betrayal each time, he felt shame that he still couldn’t figure out a way to break this curse and shame of feeling a pull that he would never feel with you. It was something unique with Akito, unfortunately and till then, when she called he would be with her as she wished.
While nothing physical had happened, that was the bare minimum. Just his thoughts were near enough awful for someone in a relationship, he couldn't do anything about the chain that tugged when she wished even in moments like these, where he had the only woman who truly loved him unconditionally with him, making love to her.
Much that he only snapped out of it when he felt you push him off your body. Scrambling around with the sheet covering yourself to find your clothes while he just closed his eyes with a sigh, knowing he had fucked up royally, his hand going to his face, eyes looking down with guilt and then at you, putting on his t-shirt and pants with your shoulders going up and down irregularly.
"I'm sorry." Is all he could say.
"It's not enough." You said with a crack in your voice. "I understand, okay? I do, I did for three years but I can't just ignore it every time. I know she's in your head but where am I? Are you wishing it was her? Are you just doing this out of pettiness? Are you just wasting my time? Am I wasting my time with a man that cannot stop thinking of his ex lover even when we are having sex? Did you cum because of her or me? These are all the questions that come to mind whenver this happens, I'm tired of it, Shigure." Tears were freely rolling down your cheeks, looking at him with sadness and disappointment as he just felt guilt. He couldn't even hug you.
"I know it's not enough but I'm trying. I don't want to think of her, I don't want to, I want to be with you. Why do you think we are where we are now? I want you, but I cannot stop that! I cannot break it." He said through frustration.
"And I get it! But you cannot expect me to not be hurt!" You said back to him.
The room fell in silence. When your breathing regulated, you started to walk off to the door, but he held you back by the wrist. "Where are you going?"
Snatching it back. "I will sleep with Tohru. I cannot be with you tonight."
You closed the door behind you. Shigure just fell back into bed, hunched over as he repressed the need to scream in frustration. He didn't want to admit defeat, unfortunately whenever this happens, he would lose you for three days at least.
He could not do anything, he had not found the way to break the curse yet. He was really trying, for you and for him to live a normal life. He was also sure that it will still take time for it to happen after he discovered a way.
He slept sporadically in the night, waking up every hour and hoping to find you back on the other side of the bed, but it was always empty. In the early morning he woke up and walked down to find the kids all up and about, you were with Tohru by her side wearing his long sleeved shirt and his sweatpants, with your hair wet after what he assumed was a relaxing shower whenever you felt stressed.
Tohru greeted him as gently and kindly as always, Kyo and Yuki doing the same with less enthusiasm, you stayed quiet, he only met your eyes briefly, recognizing the puffiness and the slight redness you tried to cover up, looking away as quickly as possible.
The kids knew to not ask. They ignored whatever had happened every time it happened. Breakfast happened as normally as it would've.
When the kids were gone, so were you, locked up in your shared room with him as you worked from your computer, he knew already he had to stay out of it, he stayed in his study room, writing when he could not do nothing but think to how fix things with you this time.
The first two days went exactly as he predicted, each of you staying in your own spaces, not a word said between you two. He felt anger that you got mad at something he could not control at all and frustration that he could understand it. He saw you each day with the same puffiness around your eyes.
The third was not as he imagined, after the kids went to school, he waited for you to walk up the stairs and disappear till they returned, instead you spoke to him. "We need to talk, Shigure."
Those words didn't inspire faith in him, just fear. Hearing his full name from your lips felt even worse, whatever it was, it was not something he probably wanted to hear.
You two sat in front of each other in his studio, in silence, heart racing in both your chests as you tried to find the right way to put it out. But there wasn't a right way, so you just said it.
"We should break up."
Your words felt like a bucket of ice poured onto him. His eyes widened and he spoke without even thinking. "No."
"I'm not asking, Shigure."
"I said no. I'm not breaking up with you, I don't care whatever you have to say about it, I am not ending my relationship with you." He said, anger visible in his eyes. "We are happy."
"If you think happy means having an argument every two weeks because of another woman, I doubt and am scared of your definition." You said with a chuckle.
"Are you unhappy?" He asked directly.
"I'm not happy entirely." You swallowed. "We have our happy moments, I know, everything apart from this is perfect. But I just can't overlook it every time. It hurts, Shigure, I feel it breaking me all the time physically and emtionally." You said to him. His jaw clenched.
"I'm trying, it's not something I asked for. I want to break it as much as you do and live a fucking normal life."
"And how much time is that going to take? A year? Two years? Five? Ten? Never?! I am 21, I am young and have time to start and build something with someone else, Shigure. I'm not wasting time being your second choice, I will want to get married and have children. What will happen then? Akito will have me end up like Kana and then what, Shigure?"
"You're not a second choice-"
"I am if there is another woman in your heart and mind. Because there shouldn't be. I do not have another man pop up every now and then to which I cannot say no, to which I cannot not accept advances from."
"You know, nothing ever happened. Don't start that shit with me, Y/N. You won't end up like Kana, I won't let Akito get close to you, I made sure of that for three years and Hatori knows he cannot. This conversation is over, I'm not breakiing up with you, forget it." He got up and started to walk away.
"Shigure. Shigure. Shigure!" You yelled following after him up till you were in your shared bedroom. "Stop behaving like this."
"I told you I'm done with the conversation."
"But I'm not. Can you not understand that I'm hurting and we have no way to know if this will end up in tragedy or will work out."
"Do you think I don't want that? I just want to have a fucking life, away from that, now that I'm with you. I did think of it, I want to get married and have a family with you, I just need time to figure this out and break it." Tears rolled down your cheeks at the thought of not having that.
You had fallen in the deep end with him.
"I'm not throwing away the best thing that happened to me." He said sincerely, with fear in his eyes as he looked at you. "I know things are not the best right now, but we endured it and I'm not giving up."
You sniffled, frusteation growing in you as well. "What if I want to get married right away?"
"Then we will get married, tomorrow if you want."
"First you'll have to get permission from the head of the family." You spit back at him.
"I don't care. I've been kicked out, despite being called back from time to time, I call all my choices. I'm marrying you, whether you want it or not, tomorrow or whenever you think it's right." He shrugged. Your jaw clenched.
"What if I was pregnant? What would happen then when you get called back, when she finally wants you openly because she will not want you with another? Where do we end up? Shigure, just understand, for once, things will not change." Your voice had some sincerity, his eyes narrowed at it. Looking at you up and down.
"Are you?" His voice was hoarse, in disbelief.
"I said if I was."
"And I'm asking if you actually are." He just looked at your frown, the veil of tears that was buidling up in your eyes as you shut your mouth in a thin line instead of giving him a proper answer. "You are." He said taking a step towards you, as you took a step back.
"I don't know if I'm keeping it, don't get your hopes up, I'm not raising a child in these conditions." Your words held bitterness. "You didn't even want anything when we started our relationship, you didn't want the committment, I'm sure a child was not in it as well."
"Things changed you know that. For fuck's sake we live together, how do I not want committment? With you? I just told you I'd marry you tomorrow if you want. I'm 28, a child is not going to scare me off and make me break up with you. It's just making me love you more."
Your breathing became visibly irregular from the anger or frustration he didn't know. But you had only given him a reason more to fight for you. "Gure, please." You just cried, breaking. "I am scared." Your head fell down, eyes shutting as you cried.
Despite it, he understood. He understood your fears, he understood that you were scared, you were young, pregnant and in a relationship with a man that it's chained to a woman he grew to despise, and that could not touch fully without becoming a dog.
His gaze softened, walking towards you and leaning his forehead down to the top of your head, the most intimacy he could give you, kissing your head. "I love you. I truly and incredibly am in love with you." His hand slid on top of your flat stomach. Your hand going on top of his. "I'm here with you, just hang with me a little more."
You faced him, lips colliding with yours as you locked in a burning kiss. Your hands quickly pulling down his yukata from his shoulders, pooling on his waist as your nails quickly dug into his skin as always giving him indication of your need for him.
It wasn't long after that you both found yourselves naked on the bed, his cock into you as he dug his fingers into your thighs to keep you down and yours in his shoulders in a position where it didn't trigger it.
His length going in and out of you deeply, whispering sweet things into your ears as you just moaned his name, making something snap in him, something he wasn't quite sure of.
"Mine, mine..." He repeated as changed and pounded from behind you, his hand keeping your head to the side, looking at you fucked out state as he erased any idea of breaking up from your mind.
He felt the pull, growing restless to have his attention, but he just couldn't, he was caught up, he had you, he had you forever, and with you he had a child that was enlarging his own proper family, that tied you in a way that he cannot be tied with anyone else, his dream of a normal life with you and away from everything else.
A tear fell down his cheek as you moaned out his name coming on his cock as he kept going in and out of you sloppily, reaching his own point of release as he came deep in you, spilling his seed in you once again, feeling the knot releasing and something completely breaking in him.
You both panted for air, crying silently and he fell on you, the urge in him to hug you tightly.
So he did, he hugged you.
#fruits basket x reader#shigure sohma x reader#shigure sohma#fruits basket smut#fruits basket angst#shigure sohma smut#shigure sohma angst
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"Itto?"
A small groan from your tights gave you the clue that he was awake from his midday slumber.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Depends. If it's about my hairstyle technique, get lost!"
"Uff, no no. It's more... personal, that is."
He opened one of his eyes, looking at you. The peach tree where you two were sitting gave you both a refreshing spot even on those sunny and hot summer days, with a sweet breeze preventing the both of you from feeling the excessive warmth of the area.
"It doesn't bother you that... well, I'm...It's..."
You felt so embarrassed, especially talking about this matter. You could just let it pass after all, but...it was a small question that started to bother you from time to time, especially when those boring officials came every week, trying to catch an audience with you. He must have caught your difficulty in talking about this matter, so he decided to leave his pants on your legs to look at you, sitting not too far from him.
"I am like Me, the WoOoOoOoOo thing, the allmighty stuff, you know?"
"Yeah, I get that a lot, yeah."
"Okay, but...doesn't it bother you? I mean, don't you feel I don't know, emberassed, a little out of the water?"
You tried to sound as calming and easy as possible, especially with someone like Itto. But it was difficult, especially when you fight with your own demons in your head. The one who tells you that you're making their lives difficult, that they've risked enough, and that you still can't give them the rightful piece even now You've tried to be useful to them, to help them in their works, and all but this Creator status, people wooing at you like nothing, the fact that the Shogun demanded that you start to live under her even after all that she had done, the other nations... You felt like having them cornered.
He looked at you with one of the things that was so unusual about him: patience.
He looked at you, struggling to make you understand enough to him (a funny show to be fair), and... well, he got it somehow. He raised his hand, patting your head with some gentle yet confident gestures.
"No need to tell more! I got it! After all, it must be hard to be the second in command, especially with me as the first one!"
You concealed the fact that the real second in command was Shinobu but decided to keep it to yourself.
"Hehe...seriously, these things bother you so much?"
"I just...I don't want to slow you down or...or worse..."
"Eh, not a chance... Seriously, Y/n?"
He gently toked your hands in is... He had always had those big hands with those big and sharp nails, and they still made you feel protected or safe. They were so warm.
"The first time I heard of you, they said that you were some kind of monster that impersonated the creator. They said that you were pure evil! But then I met you, and you know what I said?"
He looked at you with the same goofy grin that he always carries around.
"To be the most wanted criminals in this world, they sure lack style!"
You stopped, a small gap in your mouth. Then you laughed at heart.
"S-seriously?!"
"YES! ...and well, of course, you reminded me when I was little, and my people, you weren't dangerous, you were just...you!"
His voice sounded somehow nostalgic. Itto wasn't someone who liked to be pity; no, I liked to give a good impression, which is simply an impression of sorts. He didn't like to bask in his old misery; he just used it as fuel for his future. You admired him for that, maybe more.
"The Arataki gang was full of outcasts, people who were unwanted...and, I know, a few of them weren't actually so okay about having you in it...but look how things had turned out! With you, our luck just increased! You're our lucky charm!"
He never even addressed you as the creator; for him, you were just Y/N or his lucky charm. That has always made your heart pound a little.
"And, yes, the people now are worse than before, but... Listen, I... umm..."
A small red mark appearedad aed on his face. He scratched his heada little, looking away from your gaze.
"You...what?"
"I won't judge you if you want to leave and start to have the life of a royal!" You deserve that after all! It's your choice, and I would respect that!" But the Gang...but I..."
He sighed. You've never seen him so nervous around you.
"I would feel a little sad to know that my lucky charm is away, not mending our wounds, not helping me catch some fireflies, or in my beetle training."
You tightened your hands on his, caressing with your thumb some cuts that were still there.
"No! I would never leave you or Shinobu for the Archons! You're my family! Itto I..."
Your words stutter in your throat. He looked at you, his eyes glowing with something.
Say it, please. Say it.
"I...I... Itto I-"
"A package!"
The sudden appearance of a new voice almost gave you both a heart attack. Itto fell behind, bunkering his head on the ground. Kirara looked at you two with her two big eyes, wondering why such a reaction! You both were staring in silence for almost a minute; it wasn't like she was disrupting something, wasn't she?
"K-kirara! You...you scared us!"
"OH! My apologies for your grace! They told me you were here, so I decided to bring your delivery directly!"
"Ugh, you could have just left it to Granny Oni, you know?"
"Weeeeeell..." Of course she wanted to see you; everyone wanted to see the creator.
"Geez, I got it. Let me see what they have for me now."
Annoyed, your focus was now on the package. Itto, on the other hand, couldn't get his head away from the fact that maybe you wanted to tell him that thing. That thing that he wanted to tell you some time ago... Somehow, he was grateful to the Neko girl; she gave him the chance to confess to you.
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Fanfic: Ocean's Prayer
Or, Thane is a dom for hire.
[Read on AO3] - Rated E for EXTREMELY SPICY TIMES
Pairing: Thane/FShep | Rating: 18+ | Words: ~13000
Featuring ART by @messydiabolical!!
She reached for her omni-tool and read over Thane's proposal again. His final summary promised new experiences, intimacy so deeply indulgent that he actually warned her that her standards might be permanently rearranged. He had even included the words "fucked within an inch of your life." She could practically read it in his voice, could almost feel his weight pressing down on her, kissing his venom into her mouth.
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Shepard heard a voice shout from across the bar. A pretty asari waved a lavender hand as she approached.
“Piper! It’s so good to see you again! And look what you’ve done with your hair. It looks great!” she said as she pulled Shepard in for a tight hug. “Come sit, come sit.”
Shepard let her lead the way to a table for two and set a gift bag down, summoning a warm smile even though she felt like hell. “I was traveling on Earth and thought of you.”
Ruby, Shepard’s date, was dressed sharply in a pretty, thigh-length dress that showed off strappy heels and a teasing amount of cleavage. Her nails were lacquered in gleaming silver with white tips, eyes wreathed in smokey makeup that complimented her markings. By all accounts, a gorgeous person.
Even so, Shepard had little taste for this preamble.
Shepard’s name wasn’t Piper, and her date’s name was probably not Ruby. The neat little gift bag sitting on the table contained a sum of credits for the escort sitting across from her. Shepard was getting laid tonight.
She had come with glowing reviews, a promise to give Shepard a night she would remember. All Shepard wanted was to get her brains fucked out. Preferably by someone dependable, in case she wanted to hook up again in the future. Instead, she was ad-libbing false answers to questions about her life, under the pretense of “getting to know each other.”
She tried to hide her impatience - Ruby was friendly, a little sultry, and seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say, and Shepard supposed that was the draw of this kind of thing. A lot of people, she’d been told, sought a personal connection to complete the experience. The trouble was, what could she say? That she was on a life-or-death mission to save the world?
"You mentioned you were in the reserves. Why'd you leave?"
Shepard half chuckled and half coughed. “Injured on the job,” she said with a shake of her head.
Ruby nodded. “Sorry to hear, must've been bad if they let you out early."
Shepard downed the rest of her drink. "Bad enough that I'd rather not talk about it."
“Sounds like you’ve been through a lot,” Ruby, placing a warm hand over Shepard’s loosely clenched one. “How about we go somewhere a little quieter?”
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The sex was good, at least.
Ruby had, indeed, fucked her brains out. But as Shepard settled back into her own bed aboard the Normandy that night, she couldn’t help but feel that something was missing. Some part of her left unsatisfied in a way she had difficulty explaining. The whole affair had been such an obvious attempt to make her feel like a normal human being. And though Shepard was blessed with many skills, pretending she had 'normal problems' was not one of them.
Unable to sleep, she flicked on her omni-tool, its orange glow near blinding in the darkness, and decided to respond to her follow-up questions. Ravishing Rendezvous, Inc definitely laid it on thick. They wanted her business, and they weren’t shy about it. She settled into her pillows as she opened the questions.
On a scale of 1 to 5, how would you rate your experience?
A solid three out of five. Mood and atmosphere? Two out of five. Intimacy? Four out of five - minus one star because she really did not want someone moaning a fake name again. Ruby herself? Five out of five.
Help us curate your next experience by answering the following yes or no questions:
More human, or less human?
Definitely less human. She had slept with humans before and she didn’t need a live visual comparison to remind her of all the weird shit going on in her own body. She had hoped an asari companion would be far enough off to satisfy her. She had only been partially right.
More romantic, or less romantic?
Maybe less? She wasn't sure. Romance was unfamiliar territory, but she definitely didn't want roses or chocolate or… whatever people defined as romantic in galactic space.
The next one made her raise an eyebrow.
More masculine, or more feminine?
She hesitated, thought about choosing "no comment," but reconsidered. Masculine didn’t have to mean male - although she wasn’t opposed to the idea.
A new question appeared on her screen.
More dominant, or more submissive?
Shepard let her arm flop back on the bed as she thought about it. Submissive would imply she wanted to take the lead. It wasn’t a bad idea, but she worried she would come on too strong. Did Ravishing Rendezvous just have the perfect individual waiting in the wings for 200+ pounds of reconstructed Alliance marine to come crashing into them? Someone who would bear the brunt of her energy while also making sure they came out satisfied too? Some people get off on this, she reminded herself. But Shepard, more so than anything, didn’t have the mental energy to place the entirety of a stranger's satisfaction in her hands - she already spent her days worrying about everyone but herself. No, she wanted someone who would take charge.
She tapped her finger on “dominant.” It seemed like a move in the right direction.
Are you interested in viewing our BDSM specialists?
Shepard blinked a few times and squinted, wanting to be sure she read the question right.
She’d been fucked roughly before, but never dominated. Never tied up or bossed around, never controlled. The idea wasn’t familiar but the potential challenge was exciting. Like dropping into combat on a planet she’d never been to and coming back covered in sweat and stinking of eezo. Or navigating all the pain and adrenaline and exhaustion of her N7 promotion - being brought low and forged anew on the other side.
Taking a deep breath, she pressed “Yes."
What followed were a handful of questions to gauge her interests and experience, before finally displaying for her a list of names and faces.
To say there were some interesting options was an understatement. More turians than she could count, a couple of krogan and asari, and even one or two quarians. There were a few smug-looking human men that she immediately thumbs-downed.
One person, however, caught her attention right away.
Enter a world of fathomless pleasures…
You know him as Ocean’s Prayer, the legend behind Fornax's renowned kink publication. Thane Krios has stepped out of the shadows for a one-on-one affair you’ll never forget. With a wide range of specialties ranging from softcore bondage to your most craven fetishes, Sere Krios offers a handcrafted experience tailored to your heart's secret desires. One taste of his venom and you’ll never be the same again.
Exclusions apply. In-person consultation required. Discretion guaranteed.
Shepard sucked in a breath, staring at the image of an emerald-colored drell with a deep crimson throat. A striking three-quarter turn portrait framed him at waist height against a black background, bright light deepening the interesting divisions that decorated his forehead, drawing her eyes to the glossy scales and velvety folds of his cheek. He wore a simple, low-cut shirt that showed off his thick arms and strong, broad chest. Even things that would have been understated on any other person were impossible to look away from because he was just so different. Colorful and serene, but radiating a strength of confidence that Shepard desperately wished to reclaim for herself.
And not only was he gorgeous, he also came highly recommended, and his profile was heaped with stellar ratings.
She whistled when she saw his base fee. Fuck it. Cerberus was paying anyway. Christ, she didn’t think she’d ever seen a drell in person.
She bit her lip and sent off a contact request.
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His office was located on the 35th floor of Three Nerium Plaza, a skyscraper on the southern end of Nos Astra.
Shepard waited in the elevator with her hands stuffed in the pockets of her leather jacket. She’d been in all manner of stressful meetings before, but somehow even her appearance before the damn council hadn’t made her this antsy. She checked her reflection in the elevator’s mirrored back wall, straightening her jacket, unzipping it to just above the center of her chest. Should she have worn something less casual? Was it a stupid idea to reveal herself as the Commander Shepard? This was ridiculous. She’d already fussed an inordinate amount for what was only a preliminary meeting.
The elevator opened into an underwhelming carpeted lobby, thankfully devoid of any other people. The directory led her down a series of hallways to the opaque walnut door of “T. Krios Consulting Services” - a neat little turn of phrase that could mean anything on Illium - beyond which was a waiting room, of sorts. Comfortable-looking chairs sat empty beside a wall lined with real, paper books with worn spines and interesting titles. Shepard fidgeted as she looked around the room, unsure what she expected in the first place. There was only one door, presumably leading to his office. Finally, her Omni-tool lit up with a soft ping, and she slowly opened the door.
His voice was the first thing that hit her as she entered a stunningly minimalist corner office.
“Good evening," he greeted with a smile, stepping out from behind a gleaming onyx desk and extending a hand. “You must be my 8 o'clock appointment.”
She could practically feel every syllable in her bones. Wow.
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Krios,” she said with confidence she didn’t quite feel. His scaled palm was warm against hers, fingers gripping tight in a way that drove her heart rate just a little higher. He was shorter than she expected but possessed a larger-than-life quality in a black vest with a collared shirt beneath, the first three buttons of which were undone to arrange the material around his neck and upper chest. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
"Just Thane, if you don’t mind. Please, make yourself comfortable. Will you be using a pseudonym or shall I call you by the name on your contact form?"
Shepard seated herself and tried to relax. “Depends - are you recording?”
“Never, unless you wish it,” he said as he sat opposite her. She couldn’t help but notice he had no terminal, no pens or paper, and no datapad. Only a lamp, a steaming mug of tea, and a carafe of fresh water with a pair of empty glasses.
"Shepard is fine. Between us only."
"Of course, Miss Shepard. Your reputation precedes you. What brings you to me this evening?"
The way he omitted the word "Commander" from his tongue had a way of putting her at ease that she didn't expect. She cleared her throat softly.
“I’m an ex-military officer involved in a sensitive operation. I’ve got some shore leave coming before we kick off, and I’m hoping to… forget about all that for a while.”
“I see. A little distraction to take the edge off,” he said with a slight nod, sitting back in his chair as though they were having the most normal conversation of all time. “I am honored. Do you have any questions about what I do?”
“Yeah, how does this work?”
“We will discuss your needs and go over necessary safety information. After our meeting, I will submit a proposal to you. Let me be clear that the proposal is not a contract, but a document over which we can agree on do’s and don’ts, must-haves, and, if you wish, an itinerary for the evening.”
Shepard raised a brow. “...if I wish?”
“Some of my more risk-averse clients like to know what’s in store. Others prefer to be… surprised.”
On impulse, she said, “Surprise me.”
The way he smiled made her itchy with some kind of desire.
“You may take as much time as you need to review my proposal, ask questions, and make changes as you see fit - consultation is free. Once we have come to an agreement, we will select a date and time. A deposit is required to secure your booking.”
“And this will be discreet?"
"Your privacy is my first priority, Miss Shepard."
"No recording devices?"
He gave a small smile that reached his beautiful dark eyes.
"I have no need. My species possess eidetic memory. I assure you, whatever you say within these walls and in my studio will stay between us.”
Her brows shot up in surprise. What else didn’t she know about drell?
“If you wish, we can move on to the specifics of your needs. Tell me more about the nature of your burdens.”
Shepard took a deep breath and leaned forward. She'd thought about this.
"When I'm on the ground team, it feels like I don't think. There's no time for worry or delay, no time for pain. It's like a veil comes down and separates me from all the things that keep me up at night. I just act."
She lowered her eyes, fixated on his hands. But Thane waited, not the slightest bit perturbed. It was almost unnerving.
“So many people put their lives in my hands without a second thought. I get so lost in the mission that the silence of my own ship is unbearable. I come back topside ready to take on the galaxy, and there’s nothing but an empty bed and a cold shower waiting for me. I’m pent up.”
Thane nodded, assessing her with those enormous black eyes. “You indicated on your dossier that you are looking for someone to lead you, but you have not endeavored to engage in submissive play before.”
She hadn’t been anywhere near as eloquent on her contact form, but that was the jist of it.
“That’s correct. Will that be a problem?”
“Not at all. Why don’t you tell me what you have in mind for your first time? There are no wrong answers; please be as plain as you feel you need to be.”
This was the part she was most nervous about. On her own ship, she made demands easily. But this wasn’t her ship, and these requests weren’t for the good of her crew or mission. Asking for such personal, intimate attention made her feel uncomfortably selfish.
“I was sort of hoping you’d have some suggestions because I’ve only had one partner in the last four or so years. The alliance doesn't give us loads of time or space for hookups in general, much less experimenting. But I…” she sat back, propped an elbow up on the armrest, and laid her temple on her fingertips, deliberately avoiding his eyes.
“Restraints are fine. Ordering me around is also fine, as long as you don’t ask me to do something ridiculous. I can take pain, but I don’t want you to be cruel. I just want to be… acknowledged. I want someone to address my needs because heaven knows I can’t do it myself. Push my boundaries, restrain me, but don't humiliate me. I've been fighting a losing battle for years; I didn't come here to lose another one.” She forced herself to meet his gaze as though it would confirm he was listening. “Whatever you do, I want you to fuck me within an inch of my life. I want to leave here so thoroughly railed that my ship's doctor orders me on bed rest.
The way his gorgeous mouth quirked sent a brief flicker of need ghosting down her spine. Whatever his intentions, that fleeting expression told her she'd been heard loud and clear. The hard part was over. She exhaled and decided to help herself to some ice water.
“Your request is duly noted. I have a few questions, if you don’t mind.”
“Knock yourself out.”
“Do you have any injuries I should know about? Any places on your body I should avoid?"
Shepard paused, halfway through chugging her glass.
"I'm… not sure."
Thane sat forward and folded his hands loosely on his desk. His voice was kind. "The question is for your safety, although I acknowledge the topic may be hard to discuss.”
She worked her jaw, not knowing where to begin. He knew who she was, but did he know why she was?
"I died," she said at last. And if he was surprised by this, he didn't let on.
"What manner of trauma caused your NDE?"
Shepard shook her head. "Not a near-death experience. It’s complicated. I’m not sure which parts of me are still me."
His brow softened. "Forgive me, but have you considered seeking-"
Shepard closed her eyes and raised a hand. "Not what I came here for. If it's a deal breaker, I can leave right now - no fuss." She actually wasn't sure she wouldn't be upset, but she refused to let on. Every moment she spent doubting herself only made her feel worse.
"Understood, Miss Shepard. We can work through any unplanned discomforts as they arise. Do you have any medications that may need to be administered as a result of your… experience?”
She shook her head. While technically untrue, her medications were ported into her via implant every several weeks.
"I will also need an emergency contact."
She raised a brow.
“It would be unfair to expect you to account for every foreseeable risk. As a safety precaution for both of us, I cannot book your session without a contact on file."
Who in the world could she even…
"Can I get back to you on that?"
"Certainly, but please be aware that without a contact, I can only hold your booking for 48 hours."
"That's fine. I was out for two years. A lot of my contacts are… unreachable right now."
Thane smiled warmly at her. "Very well. You will have my proposal to review by sunrise. Consider it something to build on; there is no need to rush into something you aren't comfortable with."
Shepard let out a sigh of relief. "Great, looking forward to it."
“There is one more important matter to discuss.”
Shepard raised a brow as Thane reached into a drawer and produced a small vial, no larger than her little finger.
"As you indicated in your consultation request, you have not been with a drell before, I would prefer you to establish your reaction to my species’ venom. If you find yourself to be averse to its effects, it would be ideal to know before we begin."
“So you’re saying I might be… allergic to you?” Shepard tried to temper her reaction but her face scrunched in confusion anyway. “Is this like a dextro/levo thing?”
“Not at all. Drell venom is known for its hallucinogenic properties. Many of my clients have sought me out for this reason.”
“Oh.” She took the vial and rolled it in her palm. There was maybe half a teaspoon or less of clear amber fluid inside, and it coated the glass as it moved. She stared at it dumbly, wondering in the deafening silence just how this material was extracted from the man before her.
“I understand you are on a sensitive mission,” he said with a gentle tone. “You may refuse, of course. But in that case, I would recommend abstaining from oral contact and insemination during our session.”
She nearly choked when he said insemination, but his point was easy enough to understand. He was saying she couldn't kiss him, which seemed a damn shame given his perfectly shaped mouth. The rest of his point was… something she would be mulling over for days.
“How intense is this stuff? What should I be prepared for?” Will your semen really make me hallucinate?
“Most humans describe a dreamy state of mind, a feeling of being relaxed, and reduced inhibitions. Some report seeing enhanced colors, trails of light and sound, and heightened sensitivity. In my experience, it will occasionally make a partner more… glib.”
She looked up at him. “You have people in here getting high and spilling secrets?”
Thane gave a small quirk of his lips. “I can't say.”
“How long does it last?”
“That depends on your metabolism, but usually no more than forty-five minutes.”
After a moment's consideration, Shepard pocketed the vial. Whatever experience was waiting for her, she wanted all of it. At the very least she knew Chakwas wouldn’t breathe a word about it if she reacted badly.
Oh.
“Actually, I do have an emergency contact for you.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Sure as he’d said, his proposal arrived in the early hours of the morning. Secure and alone with a coffee and a plate of Gardner’s famous “Blueberry Triangles,” she held her breath, opened the message, and began to read.
To say this was a detailed document was an understatement. Thane had gone so far as to include definitions, clarifications, and FAQ’s alongside diagrams and lists of equipment he had at his disposal. Shepard’s sense of modesty had long since been eroded by years of enlistment, but even still, she blushed through half-clinical/half-pornographic descriptions of what people and technology were capable of in the year 2185.
By the time she reached the end, she was already feeling a little hot under the collar. His email signature read “with pleasure." No kidding, she thought.
Over the next several days, questions, clarifications, and other caveats were exchanged before they finally settled on everything. In the meantime, she did a little research of her own. Drell venom, she'd learned, could be extracted any number of ways, but the most popular strategy was to isolate the compound from saliva or "other" bodily fluids (something she had spent ample time 'thinking about' before bed).
Her sample vial had been sitting on her desk for days, innocuous but impossible to ignore. Based on her reading, it seemed harmless enough. But it was hard to escape the fact that it had come from his body. Why this felt different than eating out her first girlfriend, she had no idea. Maybe because her first girlfriend hadn't tied her up while she did it.
Having just returned from a firefight on Aeia, she grabbed the vial on her way into the shower, set it on the vanity, and stared it down as she washed her hair. She’d tried hallex once a few years back, out with her unit on shore leave. It wasn’t an experience she cared to revisit. Everything she knew told her it would be a much more mild experience. After all, how could he run a successful operation if he was poisoning everyone he fucked? And boy, she wanted to fuck him.
The apprehension was getting her nowhere. Shepard squared her shoulders, cladding herself in the determination she had felt just hours earlier when she liberated the survivors of the Gernsbeck. The cold was the furthest thing from her mind when the automatic water system timed out; she opened the vial and downed every drop.
It was thick, as she expected. It had the consistency of warm honey, tasted like salty citrus, and perhaps most surprisingly, felt kind of carbonated on her tongue. There were no bubbles in the vial, she was sure, but it tingled all the way down her throat.
Shepard stood there, dripping water, skin prickling in the cold, waiting for something to happen. Five minutes went by. Nothing. No dreaminess, no reduced inhibitions, and certainly no colors. She shivered, too hard focused on the venom to move the few inches she would need to towel off.
Nothing happened.
Until she moved.
Warmth flooded her limbs the moment she reached for her towel. She opened the bathroom door to a world of new sensations. Light gleamed off her model ship collection like twinkling lights. Her fish were brilliant blurs of color against their soothing blue backdrop. On the other side of the cabin, her armor locker interface glowed like a campfire. She wasn't cold anymore, not in the slightest. She felt comfortable - relaxed, even. The tension left her shoulders the moment she flopped naked on her bed, watching the stars go by in dazzling flashes and streaks.
Oh, yeah. This was nice.
She reached for her omni-tool and read over Thane's proposal again. His final summary promised new experiences, intimacy so deeply indulgent that he actually warned her that her standards might be permanently rearranged. He had even included the words "fucked within an inch of your life." She could practically read it in his voice, could almost feel his weight pressing down on her, kissing his venom into her mouth.
Something hot and untamed inside her told her this man didn't make promises he couldn't keep.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Jeez Commander, you got a hot date or something?"
Shepard was jumpy with anticipation. Her inbox was empty for the first time in weeks, her crew had their assignments, and her shore leave was cleared. Nos Astra's docking bay came into view.
"What's it to you, flight lieutenant?"
"I'm just saying, you're crowding the bridge right now."
"It's my ship," she said, one hand resting on the back of Joker's chair as the ship settled into its docking clamps. Her omni-tool pinged with a preset reminder. Forty-five minutes till showtime.
"Must be nice."
"You say that like you aren't also getting shore leave." She pushed off his chair with a playful shove.
"Uh-huh. We're all getting sloshed at a bar called Chocolate Starfish, but someone isn't coming with."
"Yup," she replied, dismissive.
"Definitely a hot date," he muttered as she made her way off the ship.
A sleek, luxury cab was waiting to take her through the heart of Nos Astra under a brutal sun. This place looked nothing like it did at night. She wondered how many other individuals in Thane's line of work had their offices and studios in the gleaming towers that crowded the city byways.
This time, she docked at the upper taxi pavilion on the 75th floor and took the lift down to the same level as before, loosening her shoulders as though preparing for a combat drop.
Soon enough, she stood face to face with a pair of frosted glass doors. A soft, warm light shone beyond, giving the portal a sense of ominous liminality - a transition between worlds. On one side, the world she came here to escape from. On the other, an unknown kind of pleasure awaited. Fingers wrapped around the cold stainless steel handle and she breathed deep.
The door opened with a rush of warm air. Smooth bamboo floors led her through a new reality of warm colors and textures that, while unexpected, helped put her at ease. She followed the corridor around a short bend and entered a gorgeous room with a vaulted ceiling and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Illium’s dizzying metropolis. To her left was a neatly made bed; to her right, a sofa accented with red patterned pillows, and overhead, a series of dangling artisanal incandescent bulbs.
Thane himself stood before the wall of windows with hands clasped behind his back. He was facing away from her, and from this distance, she could gauge his height and build much better than when they had met on opposite sides of his desk. From his wide shoulders and downward, to the satisfying taper of his hips and an absolutely perfect ass, he possessed a classic silhouette she found immediately enticing.
He wore a neatly tailored cream-colored button-down, sleeves tucked neatly into themselves just above his elbows, and dark-colored pants. To her surprise, he wore no shoes and no adornments. He looked comfortable, in fact, as he turned to greet her arrival.
“Welcome, Siha,” he said warmly.
Shepard wondered if Siha was some kind of cultural term for submissive, but said nothing. On instinct, she straightened her back and shoulders, eyes straight ahead as he approached. Her immediate shift to full attention seemed to amuse him, because he lifted the corner of his mouth in a small smile, now just a step away from her. A hand reached across the shallow divide as he passed, settling softly on her arm.
Shepard clung to that point of contact as he circled behind her, stroking up and down her arms and shoulders, squeezing and releasing each muscle.
“At ease, soldier.”
Beneath his chaste touch, everything seemed clearer than before. His words took her back to a simpler time, back to when expectations had been heaped upon her, but they were clear, easy to identify, and even easier to obey. Demands that didn't require her to perform the impossible or weigh the worth of her entire species.
“Within these walls, your purpose is to serve me. Until sunset, you will address me as 'Sir.' Please me, and I will reward you. Disappoint me, and you may find yourself reprimanded.”
He paused. She knew what to do.
"Yes sir."
It didn't matter if he meant to threaten or intimidate her. No, when Thane spoke to her this way, she felt relieved, reminded that he was here to do the thinking for her. Shepard exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, and he made a small sound of approval.
“Tell me your safe words.”
“Cherry for stop, sir. Kiwi for pause.”
His hands smoothed over her lower back and hips. “And if you find yourself unable to speak?”
“Two taps, sir, with hands or feet.”
“Good, Siha.”
His touch lingered on her like a phantom as he withdrew and circled around to stand two paces before her.
“Please undress.”
Despite having been in various states of undress in front of other soldiers many times, this was altogether different. Thane was not shy about the way he assessed her, making no attempt to avert his eyes, although his expression remained neutral. Her shirt came off first, and she looked to him when she realized she didn’t know what to do with it. His expression betrayed nothing, so she elected to fold it quickly and place it on the ground beside her feet.
Her boots and socks came off next, and then her pants. Each time she looked at him, he did not react, and so she continued, unhooking her bra. The cool air helped distract her from the color rising to her cheeks.
When she reached her panties, he took a step forward. “That’s enough. Place your feet three inches apart.”
An oddly specific order, but easy enough to follow. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she settled into parade rest, palms out and overlapping against her backside.
Thane collected her pile of clothing and placed it somewhere by the door. Her skin prickled, whether due to temperature or anticipation, she couldn't tell. When he returned, he touched her shoulder again, this time with much more care. His scaled fingers traced a glowing scar.
“Does this cause you pain, Siha?”
“No sir."
“I admit I've never seen anything like this before. Do not hesitate to tell me if they cause you distress.”
Shepard took a deep breath. Reading people had never been her strong suit, but she understood what he was saying. Somehow, it was more comforting than isolating. It felt like he cared.
“Yes sir,” she confirmed, perhaps softer than she intended.
For a moment, he continued to wander, and although his touch was chaste, she felt her body stir beneath his eyes and hands. Trust was a frail vine, sun-seeking, crawling from the remains of her damaged ego. Something about him was calming in a way that felt disarming. She wanted him to touch her, badly enough that she didn’t flinch when he began to dress her with a length of rope.
This time, he was less chaste. He allowed his hands to brush along her curves as he worked, warm scales pressing into soft flesh, crisscrossing the valley between her breasts in a way that framed them prominently to his attention. Heat collected along the lines he traced across her bare skin, the rope creating a sort of harness around her torso. She bit her lip when he finished his work and circled behind her without further contact.
Her arms were next. Another length of cord slipped beneath her biceps, drawing them behind her. The position pulled her shoulders back, elbows some inches apart in their bindings as he continued, forcing her chest into the bright strokes of sunlight pouring through the windows. Her forearms followed, and then her wrists, palms folding together. There was a firm tug as he secured a knot above her hands.
Shepard flexed in her restraints, testing her range of motion. He had given her enough space that her arms could slide together, but not comfortably.
"Too tight?" He asked.
"No. -no sir."
Strong hands settled on her hips, textured hands dragging across her skin as he circled her, either inspecting his work or her body - probably both.
“Now then, where to begin?” he said as he came to a stop before her. Her skin tingled in his wake, absorbing the heat of his touch, and she sighed as his palms smoothed over her breasts. He seemed pleased by her reaction. “Perhaps here. As you know, my species does not possess such anatomy.”
He continued to touch her, capturing her nipples in the spaces between his fingers.
“Feels good,” she sighed, and he immediately withdrew, knocking her right breast with an open palm. “Sir-” she corrected. “It feels good, sir.”
“Very good, Siha.” His hands returned, taking each of her nipples between his fingertips. “Shall we test the range of your sensitivity?”
“Y-yes,” He applied firmer pressure. Her eyes slid closed and she groaned. “Just like that.”
This time, he made a show of gripping her jaw firmly in one hand as he tugged on her breast with the other. Whatever lack of focus she had before was banished in an instant. His reaction was even more arousing than his touch - the way he did not hesitate to remind her of the rules of their game.
“I will not warn you again,” he said.
“-sir,” she gasped, pushing her chest eagerly into his hands.
He made a low sound, slowly twisting his fingers. The feeling was electric, bordering just on the edge of pain. If this was how the entire night was going to be, she was sure she wouldn’t survive. He continued to touch her, alternating between massaging and tweaking her breasts as she writhed in her restraints, kindling the needful heat growing inside her.
One hand fell between them, wedging between her tightly pressed thighs. His voice made her ache when he pulled himself close and said "Open your legs, Siha."
She complied immediately, widening her stance. His fingertips traced her seam through her panties, forcing the fabric between her lips and rubbing a slow, firm line up and down her cunt. She felt rather than heard his low purr of approval. “Already soaking wet?"
"Yes sir," she breathed.
Her breath caught in her throat as he lowered his head and touched his lips to the center of her chest, roaming hands pushing up on her breasts to bring them nearer to his face, nearer to his mouth.
Plush lips pushed against the sensitive tip of one breast and then moved to the other. He had been handling her for scarcely two minutes and already had proved himself more adept than any lover she'd ever known. She tensed, every pleasure center on her body yearning for the promise of his hot mouth.
“Look at me,” he said softly.
Her eyes lowered to his; enormous, dark, and somehow possessing a manner of depth she had never seen in any species before. Light from the windows illuminated the irises beneath his dark sclera, the same color as the fine scales adorning his cheeks. It felt like he could see past every lie she told herself, every fabrication she’d ever hidden behind. Good christ, if he already had her halfway to ruined, what the hell was he going to do to her for the rest of the night?
His mouth ghosted across her skin as he said, “Tell me what you want, Siha.”
She had to blink to regain herself. His mouth was right there, but rather than be direct, she attempted to appeal to his position. “Your mouth, sir," she said, before adding meekly, "...if it would please you, sir.”
The sound he made was all the reward she needed; a deep, satisfied thrum of arousal that made his crimson cheeks flutter.
His mouth finally closed around the tip of her breast, tongue stroking long and firm across the sensitive peak. She couldn’t help the low moan that left her, every pass of his tongue like fire licking her spine. She squirmed, and he moved to her other breast, tonguing her nipple as he rolled the first between his fingers. The feeling was white-hot torment between her parted thighs, pressure screaming to be relieved. She wondered if she could climax off this alone, stumbling with the effort to maintain her balance as he tore her apart with devastating effect.
“Fuck-” Her thighs came together, desperate for relief as she begged “Please-”
A second later, his touch vanished, and her heart dropped. She let out a strangled whine of frustration and stumbled as she reached for him only to be reminded that her hands were immobile.
“Disobedient,” Thane deadpanned, straightening himself to face her. “And to think how close you were.”
“Please, sir-”
“Hush, Siha. Allow me to help you remember yourself.” He soothed a thumb across her cheek before stepping away out of her line of sight, leaving her to wonder what he had in store.
His footsteps were nearly silent as he moved through the room behind her. She heard a drawer open, followed by the sound of softly clinking metal. Moments later, she felt his touch on her hands, trailing a line up her bound arms and between her shoulder blades. Something that felt like leather brushed the nape of her neck and she tensed, adrenaline igniting her blood as she prepared herself for what she imagined was a whip or a crop or-
“I have a request,” he said. “Something I would like you to wear for me.”
It didn't matter that she didn't know what it was. She agreed without hesitation.
“This is a collar,” he said as the cool leather encircled her neck. “May I?”
Shepard breathed a relieved “Yes sir.”
His voice was kind when he said, “Thank you." The material settled against her skin, not as tight as she expected. A gentle tension passed quickly as he secured the buckle. Although she could not see it, she could feel the cold press of some kind of metal against the front of her throat.
He departed again for only a moment, and returned to face her. He placed something soft on the ground between them. When he spoke, his voice was low and tenebrous.
“On your knees, Siha"
She sank slowly, trembling with the effort to maintain her balance. Hell or high water, she was determined not to disappoint him again. Her knees sank into the cushion he so kindly provided, and after some effort, he brought a gentle hand to her jaw.
"Good girl," he murmured, stroking her cheek.
Shepard wasn't prepared for the heat that rose to her face - and between her legs - at his words. They filled her with a kind of pride and lust that she hardly recognized, flooding her with yearning.
"Are you familiar with meditation?" He said as he began to undo his belt with all the nonchalance in the world.
Her breathing quickened. Words felt flimsy in her mouth. "I've never tried it, sir."
"The practice is meant to achieve clarity of mind," he continued. "You may begin by focusing on your breathing.”
His fly dropped and his cock came free, a stiff and gleaming shock of fuschia against his pale green belly.
Yes, a deep breath was what she needed right now. His size was intimidating. Thane seemed to give her a moment to admire him, aware from their conversations that she had never slept with a drell before. Were they all so colorful and endowed?
"Feel your breath," he said softly. He drew close, a hand beneath her chin pulling her gaze up the length of his body. “Center yourself on the here and now. There is nothing but you and I.”
Inhale.
He touched her hair. She could feel the heat radiating from his thick, ridged length as he held her gaze.
"I will give you everything, Siha. Do you trust me?”
Exhale.
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
There was a warm hand on the back of her skull.
"Breathe deep. Open your mouth. Taste."
Compliance poured from her without question, lips parting at his command. He laid the tip against her tongue as she looked up at him through errant strands of hair, waiting and ready for him to slide himself into her throat.
"Be reminded that you may hallucinate."
In that moment it was clear why he had insisted she dose herself beforehand. One way or another, he was already on her tongue, the faint citric flavor of him already calling her attention. She pushed her tongue against his tapered head, gauging his reaction. She wanted to see him as lost as he had made her, wanted to hear whatever deep, delicious sounds his rich baritone voice might produce. Unable to speak, she settled simply for a small nod of acknowledgment. His smile could have melted her.
Slowly, he pushed himself into her throat.
He was overwhelming in the most exquisite way. Bound and on her knees, she couldn't do much but take the intrusion as he seated himself so deep in her throat that her eyes nearly watered. The sound he made was soft and low, sinking through the cracks in her mind like water in the desert. He pulled his hips back, combed through her hair with elegant green fingers before grasping a fistful near the back of her skull, pulling her back into him. She let out a low groan of satisfaction as they both worked her mouth on and off of his sizable length. She had no idea where he would be most sensitive, but he seemed to take no issue with the way she swiped her tongue hard over the underside of his shaft and hollowed her cheeks.
The hallucinations began quiet and slow. Her skin warmed, her mouth tingled, and when she opened her eyes (when had she closed them?) his scales glimmered like soft, iridescent stars.
High above her, Thane's mouth hung just slightly open, his eyes hazy, free hand hanging limply by his side as he used her mouth. She found a pronounced cluster of ridges near the root of him and drove her tongue against it, rewarded at last with a guttural sigh and softening brow.
"Your throat is a paradise, Siha," he panted, quickening his pace ever so slightly. "So good, so tight.”
The heat inside her was tethered to his words, a fire that burned hotter every time he praised her. She moaned around his length, pushing against him with her tongue, sucking him with abandon. He fucked her mouth until her jaw ached, the panties still wedged in her cunt burning against her clit. She wanted his climax like she wanted her own. Wanted to know if he would taste like the sun and zest he radiated before she drowned in the ocean of her own unsatiated lust, desperate for whatever he deemed her worthy of.
She heard his breath catch in his throat, and that was all the warning he got before he shoved her head onto his cock. He pushed so deep that saliva hissed out the corners of her lips before he stopped, trembled, and came on a whisper-quiet breath. Liquid heat flooded her mouth, pulsing, thick and hot, coating her throat and warming her all the way down with a glittering sensation she couldn't hope to describe. His hand fell away from her hair but she was loathe to release him, sputtering as she hummed around his length. She drank him back until he pulled away and his cock fell heavily from her mouth.
That sweet, sweet high settled over her. Oblivious to the thin tendril of saliva and cum that dangled from her wet lips, she rested her cheek against his thigh as he closed his pants over his retracting length. And then he was kneeling beside her, holding her as she caught her breath, murmuring soft praises as he used his thumb to trace her lower lip and push what remained of his spend back onto her tongue. The flavor spread into the hollows of her cheeks like rich, warm oil as she worked her jaw closed.
A hand brushed her hair from her eyes. His forehead pressed against hers.
"Lovely," he breathed, voice like silk against her cheek. "You are a gift, Siha.”
Shepard couldn't help but smile dumbly at him, thighs tensing in anticipation. She felt warm all over, dizzy and swaying with need as he helped her to her feet.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, holding her steady.
“A… a little high, sir.”
She watched one of his brow ridges rise as his lips quirked in amusement. The more she looked at him, the more beautiful he seemed to become.
"A good high, I hope?"
“Sir, it feels perfect.”
His eyes seemed lit from within as he smiled.
She allowed herself to be led over to the sofa, where he seated himself and reached for her hips and turned her away from him. Steady hands closed over hers, fingertips slipping beneath her bindings, loosening the knot and securing it again such that it released some, but not all of the tension in her shoulders. There was a brief pause, and then without preamble, he hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down her legs.
Shepard tried not to squirm. She loved where this was going.
“Please sit, Siha,” he said, patting his thigh.
No sooner had she lowered herself toward him, his arms came up to circle her waist and pull her into his chest. They were skin to scale now, his shirt apparently having been opened at some point prior. Her eyes slid closed, the warmth of his smooth scales at her back giving her a feeling of security as he adjusted her position until her thighs fell open on either side of his.
"You have a new rule," he whispered against her ear. Shepard bit her lip in anticipation. "You must ask for permission to come. Will you do that for me?"
Shepard nodded, too high to remember herself, and jumped when he tapped her clit with three fingers.
"Use your words.”
Her head fell back against his shoulder. "Yes, sir."
For god’s sake, he didn't hesitate. She nearly sobbed as he soaked his fingertips in her wetness, tensing in his arms. It felt like heaven - like she could come right then and there - but she steeled herself. One finger gathered her slick arousal and began to circle her aching clit, teasing with a featherlight touch. She groaned as his other hand palmed her breast. The soft pressure was hypnotic, paired with the glittering sensation of his scaled fingertips between her legs. His breath against her cheek was a radiant, rippling mirage on the horizon of her lust.
Slowly - so, so slowly, he pressed his finger against her wet opening and dragged it upwards, over her pearl. The jump in sensation made her gasp, but he did not reprimand her. If anything he only pulled her tighter against him, repeating the motion once, twice, and again, until she was writhing in his arms, biting her lip to stem the tide of her oncoming climax. That single, relentless motion tore her mind down minute by minute until her entire cunt burned bright with the desperate need for release.
"Please," she gasped. "Please sir, may I come?"
He twisted a nipple in reply, his other hand slipping a finger into her opening.
"So soon, Siha?”
She whined, not sure how much she could take, but desperate now not to disappoint him. "It feels so good, sir."
"I'm glad my touch pleases you so," he murmured, pulling his finger from her depths and letting the connecting thread of sickness draw taut and snap in a cool, bright lash against her sensitive skin. "A fitting reason to continue, I think."
"I’m so close, sir-"
"I don't think you're nearly close enough.” He entered her again with his joined fingers. "I know you can take it, Siha. Let me hear all the beautiful sounds you make for me."
He used his thumb to tease her clit as he curled his fingers inside her and sent a blinding flash of pleasure rocketing up her spine. She grit her teeth.
"D- does it please you to deny me, sir?"
"Oh, Siha, I am deeply satisfied by the way you writhe in my arms."
She whined, trying to pinch her thighs shut to stem the tide of sensation, but it was impossible. He held her too tightly, scaled thumb rasping with delicious, sanguine friction against her slick center. She moaned when she realized he was hard again, his cock pressing into her backside. The thought that she was separated from him by nothing but a godforsaken pair of pants made her feel stupid with need, desperate to know how he would feel buried deep inside her. Her spine bowed, hips bucking against his hand as she released a strangled, pathetic cry of frustration.
"I know, my angel," he crooned, lust coloring his voice. "You can take it. Just a little longer."
He was moving with her now, grinding himself up into her ass as he speared his fingers in and out of her open cunt. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to watch the way he touched her without the risk of falling over the edge.
"Twenty seconds," he said. Shepard heaved a breath and grit her teeth, counting down in her head. Twenty seconds could pass in seconds on the battlefield. Beneath his hands, it was a nearly unbearable amount of time.
"Ten seconds."
The world was nothing but heat and sensation, her cunt burning like a drive core after a firefight, suffused with the incredible pressure of oncoming release. Thane latched his fingers around her nipple and she sobbed out with need, her spine bowing away from his back, arms and shoulders rigid with effort.
"Five."
The sound that built in her chest was a guttural, frustrated whine born of raw effort. It hissed out through clenched teeth. His fingers hilted in her channel and she swore she could feel every scale that passed through her opening. Just a few seconds-
"Two."
All the control in the world couldn't stop her. She felt the first straining pulse of release and knew she was doomed. Her climax reached up through her belly like a beast, squeezing along her spine and enveloping every nerve in her body in a screaming flood of ecstasy. She shuddered, unable even to hear her own voice as she tumbled through the wave he'd built upon her, chest heaving, straining against her bonds. Finally, all that remained of her breath was a choked-out moan.
She was spent. Somewhere far off in the back of her mind, she was aware she had broken the rules, but his disappointment seemed like a distant, irrelevant thing. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, velvet-soft cheek pressed to hers.
"Breathe with me," he said against her skin. "Breathe."
She could feel how wet she still was; his fingers were the only thing stemming the flow of her own arousal, buried and unmoving inside her. Her shoulders ached, but her body burned, the fog and fatigue of climax at war with the raging desire to be filled, ravaged, and claimed by the part of him pressing hard and hot against her ass. Thane, unconcerned with his own state of need, was still as stone as he continued to chant softly against her, "Breathe, breathe."
She couldn't say how long it took to gain control, but with his body warm at her back, she slowly drifted back to reality until they breathed as one. When she opened her eyes, color bloomed around the golden lights hanging above. It struck her that this man was still a total stranger to her, but here she was, perhaps the most vulnerable she had ever been since she'd woken up on that Cerberus recovery table.
When he finally moved, the shift of his scales against her was electric.
"Can you stand, Siha?"
The words felt like wind in her hair; a soothing brilliance, far too fast to catch. He shifted her into a more upright position until her feet touched the floor.
"...what?" She asked dreamily. Were his floors heated?
Plush lips touched the side of her neck, breath warm on her skin as he asked again with infinite patience, "Can you stand on your own?"
Standing. Right. She wasn't sure she could. How did he know she wasn't sure? All the multitudes of times she'd been knocked on her ass in basic, in N school- no one had ever asked her if she could stand on her own. They'd scarcely asked her if she'd been hurt.
His hands held fast to her hips. With a shaky breath, she blinked her eyes against the hazy afterglow and straightened her back, stretching into a more comfortable stance. She felt her weight settle on her feet.
"I… I think so, sir."
He gave her hips a reassuring squeeze, and something in her heart leapt.
"Very good."
They walked slowly to the other side of the room. He led her to the edge of the bed and encouraged her to sit.
"You came two seconds too early, my angel," Thane said as he began to work the ropes around her wrists and forearms.
Her cheeks flushed. "I'm sorry, sir."
Thane only hummed in consideration as he worked.
"You were magnificent at your peak, Siha. I will forgive this misstep." Her shoulders sagged in relief, his words like a balm on her heart. "However, it would behoove you to remember who you serve."
"Yes, sir."
Her elbows suddenly came free, releasing the tension in her shoulders with a rush. Her hands tingled as blood returned to them. Thane adjusted the remaining cords around her chest but otherwise left them in place. As she sat, he moved in front of her and placed a bottle of water in her hands, from which she drank gratefully. He then began to rub her unbound limbs, drawing a breathy sigh from her. His hands - Jesus, his hands were a damn miracle. She hadn't even noticed how much her shoulders had ached, flexing them beneath his soothing touch.
When he arrived at her wrists, he squeezed gently before reaching beside her and producing a pair of smooth leather cuffs linked by a small clasp.
Her eyes wandered as he worked, following the lines of his fingers toward wide palms, the elegant taper of his wrist, and upward along his strong arms. His shirt was now fully open, and she could see the wide, verdant stripes that flowed over his shoulders, leading her eye to all the other interesting features of his body.
The question rose from her before she could stop it, her fingers reaching before the words had left her mouth.
"May I touch you, sir?"
He looked at her then, and she steeled herself for a reprimand, but there was only kindness in his eyes. He raised her cuffed hands and placed her palms on his chest.
Shepard couldn't help her dumb smile, flattening her hands against smooth, warm scales. There was a surprising softness to them, no resistance as she swiped a thumb over one of the errant dark scales that dusted his body, not unlike her own freckles.
"Is my body pleasing to you, Siha?"
"Yes," she answered breathily, adding the obligatory "-sir," before he could acknowledge its absence.
She traced one of the curious lines of crimson that ran beneath each of his pectorals, rewarded with a soft sound that she not only heard but felt beneath her hands. He’s sensitive here, she realized, repeating the motion with a firmer touch. His reaction, though reserved, was not lost on her. She wanted more of him, wandering downward to trace the diamond-shaped patterns decorating his pale green abdomen, and further still to more crimson frills peeking out from the top of his pants. He didn’t have nipples as a human would, but he did have a belly button, which amused her. And awkward though it was with her hands bound, he seemed pleased at her interest.
Rather than removing her hands, he simply rose and moved away when he'd had enough. He gave her a small, soft smile as he said, "Wait here, Siha."
She blinked as he paced away and disappeared behind a closet door. The euphoria of his venom left her in a relaxed, contented state, overtaken by the memory of the spectacular climax he had given her. She was certain no one had ever brought her off with just their hands before. And though her release had been powerful, it had done little to stifle the need gnawing at the edges of her mind. Her blood stirred with the thought of what he might do next.
Finally, he returned, kissing the crown of her head. He placed a nondescript box by her feet.
"Please stand, Siha,” he said. “Spread your legs, and bend over."
She did as he asked, eagerly bracing her palms on the edge of the bed as she bent over and presented herself to him. Venom swimming in her veins, she wondered how much of her mind was still her own. If there was anything left, it has long since taken up residence in her pelvis.
Thane laid a palm at the base of her spine. Something slick prodded at her weeping cunt, and then she gasped as his fingers slid inside her. He gave two or three slow thrusts before withdrawing and dragging her abundant arousal to the tight bud of her asshole. She moaned in surprise as he pressed against her with one finger, rubbing in firm circles. They had agreed on no anal sex, but play was not off the table.
"When was the last time someone touched you like this?"
"I.. it was a long time ago, sir." She peeked back over her shoulder to find him watching her, rubbing her lower back with his free hand.
“We will go slowly. Remember your safewords.”
In this state, it was so easy to trust him. He slowly pushed a slick finger past her tight hole, feeling the stretch and burn as he entered her.
He reached for something with his free hand, and what it was, she couldn't quite see. As he worked her ass, he introduced the rigid shape of it to the seam of her cunt and eased it inside. It was wide but not long, a rounded plump thing that he let slip out into his palm before pushing it back in, over and over again.
A plug, she realized. He was going to plug her. The idea that he planned to fill both of her holes made her head spin.
His finger slipped out of her ass, and more slickness followed. She felt his fused fingers at her rim and grunted as they breached her. In moments he was building a rhythm, matching the pace of each hand as he began to fuck both of her holes. The feeling was incredible, whatever slight burn she may have felt quickly dissolving into warmth as he worked her. She closed her eyes and let herself fall against the jasmine-scented sheets, pushing her hips back into his hands.
"How does that feel?"
"It’s good, sir,” she breathed.
And then the plug was at her entrance, pushing slowly, opening her with a delicious burning stretch that took her breath away. Deeper it went, stretching and pushing until the bulk of it popped inside her and the flared base settled with a soft tap against her hole. Thane gave it a few taps for good measure, and she couldn't help but moan into the bedspread.
He stepped away for a moment, and she adjusted her stance, flexing and working her hips against the air with unshielded need. The plug’s modest volume put pressure against the inner walls of her cunt, and that hint of stimulation was driving her crazy.
She searched for him over her shoulder until he finally returned, toweling off his freshly washed hands.
"Now then, I seem to recall a discussion about pushing your boundaries.”
Thane squeezed her ass with both hands. Her need flared at the suggestion alone.
“I think a few spanks would do well to remind you who you serve.” He teased her wet slit with his fingertips and gave her ass a light and playful slap, rumbling with desire when let out a quiet gasp. “Are you ready for that, Siha?"
Her cheeks burned and her thighs tensed as she said, "Yes sir, I'm ready."
She could hear the smile in his voice as he responded, "Very well. You will tell me if you become distressed." He caressed the curve of her backside with a warm palm. "Count to ten," he said. And that was all the warning she got before the first spank landed.
It wasn’t forceful, but it jolted her anyway. His palm bounced on the left side of her ass in an upward motion. The sting was near imperceptible, but the intent was clear. She gasped involuntarily.
A few short seconds passed as he rasped her clit with near-threatening softness. And then the second hit landed on her opposite cheek.
"I said, count, Siha."
"T- two, sir."
His hand impacted her left cheek again, and she gasped out, "Three, sir."
"You may drop my honorific for the moment."
She nodded against the sheets, her eyes squeezed shut somewhere between arousal and a vague feeling that touched the edges of embarrassment.
Another spank on her right side. Now that she was warmed up, she welcomed the calidity blooming across her backside, slithering into all the little nerve endings that lined her empty, needy cunt.
"Four."
He continued on, and she counted three seconds between each blow. By the time he hit six, she understood why his strikes were soft. The heat built over her skin in layers, each strike seeming to add to the next until she cried out against the indescribable waves of sensation rocketing through her.
"Seven," she gasped through gritted teeth.
By eight, her ass felt hot in the wake of each blow. Her body was propelled forward in anticipation each time his hand came down, and she relished the electric feeling of her breasts dragging against the bedspread. By nine, she already knew she would miss this when it was over.
The last hit fell against her right cheek. She gasped “Ten,” and he relented.
Shepard sagged against the bed, flinching as he smoothed both palms over her sensitive backside, pushing the lingering burn into her flesh. The feeling sang through her veins.
"I love the way your skin blushes beneath my touch," he murmured, nudging a knuckle against the plug buried in her ass. His fingers then slid - blessedly - back into her cunt, curling right against the part of her that made stars bloom behind her closed eyes.
"Open your hands, Siha," he ordered.
She didn't know what for, but she complied, extending her bound hands across the sheets beneath her until her weight settled on her shoulders. A long, smooth implement was pushed into her palm and she closed her fingers around it as he adjusted its position such that the firm end of it settled against her clit. She leveraged it immediately, snuggling her cunt up to whatever blessed source of friction he had just endowed her with.
"Remember the rules, Siha,” he purred. “You wouldn't disappoint me a second time, would you?"
Cheek pressed against the bed, she nodded. "I promise, sir."
The device hummed to life, a powerful vibration that made her shiver. Shepard let out a low moan.
"Good girl. Count to ten."
And then he pulled back and spanked her again.
The blow was no more powerful than before. She felt her ass jiggle on impact, too distracted and overwhelmed to care.
"One." She groaned, voice muffled by the sheets. He brought a hand to her hair, forcibly turning her head to the side so as to hear her clearly. The second strike came, and the impact rushed in a wave across her entire body. "Two."
Pleasure and pain melded together like hot wax. Shepard panted, cheek smushed against the bed as he paused again and smoothed a hand over her reddened flesh. Pressure gathered between her spread thighs, her empty cunt clenching in desperation. She wanted more, bucking against his hand.
Her voice was hoarse when she said, "Please don’t stop."
He obliged, another three strikes raining down on her like the kiss of god.
"Can I come, sir?"
He pushed two fingers into her cunt and wedged his thumb hard against her plug as though to contemplate her request. With her hands at the wheel of her own pleasure, her building climax was much easier to control. Even still, his seeking fingers drove her crazy, so desperate to be fucked she could scarcely think of anything else.
"At ten, you may come for me."
"Thank you sir," she sobbed. He spanked her again.
Six. The feeling was a golden flash of light behind her eyes.
Seven. His fingers skimmed the soaking furrow of her cunt. Shepard let out a whine as he withdrew, grinding against the powerful motor between her thighs.
Eight. Her climax threatened to overwhelm her. She managed to lift her hips away from the vibrator seconds before it was too late, crying out against the raging push and pull of sensations overwhelming her.
Nine. She writhed against the bed, knees wobbling. Thane wrapped an arm around her belly and held strong as he kissed her spine, sending a chill throughout her entire body as she waited on the vicious precipice of the final blow and the sweet release it promised.
Ten.
She couldn't tell if it was harder than the rest. She came the second his hand landed, climax overpowering her so fast it forced the breath from her lungs. Light burst behind her eyes, white hot waves washing over every part of her as Thane stuffed his fingers into her pulsing cunt and fucked her through each rippling convulsion until she collapsed, panting and spent. The wand hit the ground with a loud thump. And then he was releasing her wrists, gently maneuvering her into a more comfortable position on the bed.
She let out a feeble groan as he began to soothe her skin with cooling medi-gel. Worked up as she was, the texture of his fingertips was overwhelming in the most exquisite way; the only reality she could comprehend were his hands on her, the soft sheets beneath her, and the raging void inside her begging to be filled.
“Tell me your heart’s desire, my angel,” he said, drawing his hand up the inside of her thigh. “What would you ask of me?”
Her head was swimming. Shepard clenched her teeth and made an incoherent sound "I want you to fuck me, sir.”
Thane coaxed her onto her back and she watched as though through a fog as he tugged on his belt. His scales gleamed in the low light of Illium’s setting sun.
“Tell me again." he rasped.
His pants hit the floor and he began to stroke himself with hunger in his eyes that foretold the hurricane he was about to unleash, full lips parted with a breathy sigh as he squeezed, smoothing his natural fluid from root to tip. Shepard drank him in - every sound, every flutter of his eyelids, feeling for one second that she had regained some intangible thing from all of this, the trust and vulnerability that he gave and cultivated without reservation. She swore she’d never wanted anyone so badly in her life.
“Please," she begged. Her own voice was thick in her mouth as she opened her thighs and spread her cunt with desperate need, open and empty and soaked with desire. "Ruin me, Thane.”
The sound he made rumbled like thunder on the horizon, and then his hands were on her, dragging her bodily to the edge of the bed and spreading her wide. Her ass chafed against the sheets, breath caught in her lungs as he laid his tip against her oversensitive clit and flames erupted under her skin. Where this was going, she was certain she wouldn't survive.
"Who do you serve?"
"You, sir." She felt him at her entrance, and all thoughts fled her mind. "I serve you."
Time was immaterial. There was nothing but the stretch, the push, and the heat of him as he split her open with his gorgeous meaty prick. Her plugged ass pulsed as he filled her. Chills rushed over her in waves and she sobbed out her pleasure, gripping the sheets beneath her.
"That's it, Siha," he crooned, stroking both thumbs up the sides of her wide open cunt. "Take all of me."
Thane gripped tight to the meat of her thighs, pulling their hips flush. She was so full, fucking full that she scarcely had the space for thought.
And then he fisted one hand in the ropes at her chest and moved.
His strength took her breath away. Unable to do more than take what he gave, she gasped out sounds she didn’t recognize as her own as he began to fuck her in earnest. His grip was sure to bruise but she didn't care. Her pulse pounded in time with each echoing slap of his hips against hers, rapidly overwriting reality with unending shocks of pleasure as he filled her again and again. Absolutely no one had ever fucked her like he did.
And when he brought that vibrating wand to her clit, he didn't even wait for her to ask.
"Come for me, Siha."
Shepard came like she was purpose-built to climax at his command. She shuddered violently beneath the unrelenting motor, voice breaking around the cry of ecstasy that forced itself from her throat. The sheets came apart beneath her gripping fingers as her limbs locked up against the assault on her senses.
"Again," he ordered, shoving her straight into overstimulation.
Thane held her thighs wide open as she thrashed, his strength too much for her to beat back without stopping him entirely. Her orgasm crawled from beneath her skin like a demon, clawing at her the whole way out.
"Once more, Siha,” he panted.
She couldn't- It was too much- She opened her mouth to tell him off but he bent over her, trapping the vibrator between them as he rasped into her ear, “For me, Shepard. I want you to come for me."
The sound that left her wasn't human any longer. Her back arched off the bed as though pulled by a force beyond her comprehension. She finally came one last time, the force of her orgasm sending her to heaven and hell and back again. With whatever remaining shred of rationality she possessed, she ripped the wand from his hands and flung it away.
And then there was only him. His hands on her body, his cock packed inside her, his hips hammering her soul from her body. He fucked her so hard, so completely, with such devastating demand that she was sure she would never be fit for duty again. Whatever world she had served before didn't hold a candle to the cataclysmic pleasure he gave her. Her eyes rolled back, and she could see the infinity between stars.
Shepard groaned as he pushed deep, caging her between his arms and gripping her by the hair as he pulled her head back, his lips frantic and clumsy on her neck, her jaw, and finally, her mouth. She tasted the citric burn of his venom as his tongue pushed against hers, desirous and needy, swallowing the sounds of her desire. Her arms wrapped around him, tears stinging her eyes as he hollowed her out with more passion than she had ever known. The heat coming off him could incinerate her for all she cared. She never wanted to let him go.
Adrift on his venom and pinned beneath him, she could only hold on as he drove himself against her. She let her hands wander, pulling at his backside, sliding over his hips. Her thumbs slipped into the sensitive crimson furrows of his pelvic frills and he gasped, his pace stuttering, and spent himself with a low, ragged breath. His lips met hers in clumsy desperation as he flooded her, sparkling heat blooming in the deepest reaches of her channel. It spread through her with every uncoordinated thrust that followed, driven by the sanguine push and pull of him until everything between her legs felt coated in bright, cool warmth. The high was cosmic, ethereal, so unlike any reality she had ever known that she wept, half in pleasure, and half in regret that she could not hold on to this feeling forever. He kissed her tears away, holding her until they were both well and truly spent.
Eventually, Thane raised himself on shaky legs and withdrew. Minutes slipped by in exhausted, satiated silence after that. She sagged into the sheets as the ropes at her chest came undone, the collar at her neck fell away, and the rigid plug inside her was gently removed. There was a hand beneath her head, water at her lips. Something cool and soothing cleared the mess of fluids from between her legs. Then the sensation of being lifted as he climbed on the bed and arranged her into his lap, draping her against his chest.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
She was dreaming.
A warm embrace around her on a sunlit afternoon beneath the dreamy palm trees of a far-off island. Cool wind on her skin, an ocean in her ears. Someone was speaking to her; a deep, sweet voice that made her cheeks swell in a quiet smile.
"Are you awake, Siha?"
Shepard made a small sound and weakly shook her head, nuzzling against something warm. For the first time, in too long, her thoughts were at peace.
"My apologies," the voice said.
Apologies for what? Everything was perfect. Then she was moving, the sound of the sea disappearing into the warmth of rustling fabric. Her back settled against something decadent and soft. A tender hand cupped her cheek.
She cracked her sleep-heavy eyes open to find herself in another realm, lit by the warm yellow tones of a nearby lamp and little else. The sky outside was dark and dotted with the twinkling, passing lights of Nos Astra’s traffic. Thane sat beside her, a small smile on his face. He kissed the top of her head.
"I regret that I must ask you to rise soon, Shepard."
Shepard curled into the lightly scented blankets that had been tucked in around her.
"What time is it?" She asked.
"Just past sunset."
She wound her arms around whatever parts of him she could reach and mumbled, "Five more minutes."
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Thirty minutes later, she was gently roused from sleep.
“Would you prefer to dress yourself in private?” Thane asked.
Shepard placed her tired feet on the floor and stood before him, naked as the day she was born.
“I think we’re past that,” she said with a small chuckle.
He gave her a small smile and helped her into her pants as he said “I wanted to thank you.”
Shepard blinked. "I should be thanking you.”
"We may thank each other, then. I enjoyed our time together."
Shepard attempted to conceal her blush by pulling her shirt over her head. "I bet you say that to everyone."
Thane kissed her cheek. "Even if I did, how would you know?"
It was a damn tragedy that she couldn’t spend the entire night with him.
"If I survive this… thing… I'm involved in…" she began, a sudden timidness taking root in her like a damn teenager. "I'd love to get lunch sometime."
That got a genuine chuckle out of him, and he gave her a friendly hug. Her heart leapt for but a moment.
"Perhaps," he said with a beautiful smile. "We shall see what my wife thinks.”
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Tali was stiff as a wire, straddling a chair on the engineering deck and gripping the backrest with both hands.
"You slept with who?"
"I don't know, his profile said 'the artist formerly known as Ocean's Prayer' or something."
Tali’s luminous eyes were wide behind her mask, shoulders tensed with some kind of anticipatory excitement.
"The Ocean's Prayer? From Fornax?"
Running a hand through her hair, Shepard smiled sheepishly. "We weren't allowed to have Fornax on Arcturus, Tali."
"This isn’t Arcturus! You have your own damn ship!" She exclaimed.
"I'm sure you've noticed, but I've been a little busy-"
"Keelah, Shepard. You humans make problems out of nothing." Tali's Omni-tool glowed to life. "Let me just… there. Look."
A holo sprang up before her - a magazine cover - on which a green drell posed, the image conspicuously cropped at his waist. Tali pointed, as though the image didn’t already have Shepard’s full attention.
"This guy?"
Shepard nodded, chewing on her lip. "That's him, yeah."
"Do you have any idea how famous this guy is? Look, look-" Tali began to page through the magazine.
Just because Shepard never had Fornax didn't mean she'd never looked at porn before. There definitely should've been a paywall some pages back. She narrowed her eyes and gave Tali a mischievous look.
"Is that your personal copy?"
"You-! Shut your mouth, you have no room to talk after what you just told me," Tali shot back.
"Give me that, I want to see."
Her omni-tool pinged and Shepard flipped open the holomag.
Ocean's Prayer: the Fornax exclusive you've been waiting for - interview with the Master of Inscrutable Depths himself.
"Shepard, that man could make even the most straight-laced turian beg for mercy."
"Damn," Shepard muttered under her breath, paging through walls of text she was too dazzled to read, sprinkled with teasing photos that made her hot under the collar. Just on the memory of his touch, his voice, his massive-
Oh.
The next page opened to a full page photo. Shepard coughed on her drink.
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Tell me about his big spectacular movie, which I thought was incredible.
[Ferguson eyes me suspiciously, a dubious look, which sort of throws me off]
No, really, it’s really immense. And there’s so much moral complexity to it, which I kept finding myself writing in my notes.
Why did you write morally complex? Why did that kick in?
Uhh, me? Well, quickly, with blockbusters, we often expect big triumphs and clear delineations of good and evil, and this gets muddied with a lot of people playing a kind of strategic intergalactic geo-political chess, which I think your character is definitely doing.
Yeah, yeah. Could you just take the quote there and just put it on me instead? Say, Rebecca said that? That would be amazing, thank you [laughs].
But to be honest, I think you nailed it, and that’s what we, actors, love about these roles and working with Denis. It’s not the simplicity of good vs. evil. It is always the moral imbalance of a human being, you know? Even if you’re out in space and the stakes or high or whatever is there. That’s what makes it—the shades, the nuances.
Sure, I would say that this film pushes it as far as you possibly can with a blockbuster; you start to question your allegiance to seemingly heroic characters.
It’s interesting. I think that’s really fascinating, and I think I’m going to have to, after these interviews, think about it. And I think you’re right. There were moments where, Oh gosh, I can’t go into it too much, but I remember talking to Denis and thinking, “Oh my god, she’s so driven by her belief!” You know if I were my own daughter, I’d be going sod off, stop it!” Like I felt this eagerness to separate, to cut the umbilical cord, but I obviously have to love my character and understand her.
It made it easier understanding the world of the Fremen—without giving anything away in that sense—but when she becomes a reverend mother, all of the information handed down into her, all the layers that she needs to carry inside, is something that she needs to deal with as well, whether she loves it or not.
That’s one of the key elements to me of the movie: characters like yours and Paul’s who are making difficult choices and ones that could even possibly alienate the audience, like the choice Paul has to make with Chani at the end...
You’re basically comparing the inner journey of my character architecturally designing war and Timothee choosing between two women [laughs]. I think he has bigger issues than that, buddy! [laughs]. But I think you’re right; it’s within your choice, and reason comes the fall of simple love, the domino effect of a higher stake. And that’s, I think, is the brutality with which the character of Jessica needs to penetrate through him. It’s the play is bigger than your emotions.
I was going to ask if it’s hard playing these choices, but when you think of her as a mother-to-be, again, maybe the protective nature of all of it makes more sense.
[Shakes her head in agreement] I think one of the difficulties I had tapping into, which was challenging, was that I’m not religious at all. And I would say that Jessica is somewhat, or becomes, a fundamentalist, right? In her belief. And it is so completely the opposite of who I am as a human being. So tapping into it and embracing it and understanding it was a really interesting journey for me, internally.
For sure, there’s a fervor of fundamentalist, but at the same time, I sort of read some of her behavior as a chess move of protection to make sure the Fremen are on her and Paul’s side. It all seems too tenuous for them.
Yeah, that’s what’s interesting, isn’t it? It’s how you interpret, and I agree, but I also believe the moves that are made are made on a pillar of actual belief. What she actually believes in her son, what he is, it’s a very strong belief, call it fundamentalist or just call it very strong belief. The point is that, this is her mission throughout the entire duration of this world is to push forth her belief.
Right, well, then, were you ever concerned about your character coming across as… I dunno, scheming? Duplicitous? The Bene Gesserit aren’t evil, but it’s maybe fair to say they have their own hidden agenda.
Yeah, they do, and it’s a little bit like back in the day, isn’t it? I compare it a bit to when I did “The White Queen” [TV series] back in the day, and it was a chess game. The men were out in the battlefields, and the women were plotting the houses. You marry France, that’s a good alliance—but I don’t love him!— surdoué, better army, stronger bonds. It’s sort of like [make little noise like moving figures], the plotting, the chess games, right? It’s kind of what the sisterhood is all about. So the question is, is this what we have had [all along], even if it’s a science-fiction, action film, based on the idea and the idealism of what we have in society, which is women are at home and plotting the stronger bonds and the bigger fight. But what’s nice is here, we have a mixture because Denis lets women onto the battlefield as well, and that’s what’s so wonderful: we’re mixing it.
This film ends the way it ends— let’s call it a cliffhanger. But it teases so much more, a holy war, a daughter for your character. I assume you want to see more and potentially play opposite your daughter at some point in the future?
I mean, I do, but… there’s never just a yes or a no. I’m very much what’s on the page, the story needs to be there, there needs to be reason. But it’s Denis. Denis wouldn’t write something that I wouldn’t want to be in. I love him. I think he is exquisite, he’s exquisite as a director, I think he is so creative. I think he is so smart, and especially when he talks about how the world is going the way the studio lies, and the creative freedom that is gradually taken away from us. I know what he wants, which means I believe in him.
So if it came [to a sequel], of course, I’d want to, but also, I want to take my character into a place that’s interesting to me. There’s always the balance. If you’re going to dedicate your four months to something, it needs to be worth it, right?
I need to wrap up, but I wanted to quickly ask you about “Mission Impossible” and your character’s death, which I thought was fitting with the film thematically—the idea that Ethan may lose everyone he loves in this mission and the great cost of it all—I wanted to hear how you felt about it. Was it bittersweet?
I think, for me, when they came to me with the offer, and I said I wasn’t interested, that was the result; it was very much what was planned in my schedule. And how it was executed was very much, umm, an interpretation for everyone. I guess I [would] wish my husband would grieve me more than Ethan did [makes a cheeky clacking with her jaw]
To be honest, with that said, cheekiness aside, I believe that Chris McQuarrie and Tom [Cruise] make fantastic films and they are always wanting to go in directions that are unexpected, and darker, and interesting.
So when the relationship came to a point where—there was not more to be done really with Ilsa, and we have three picture deals in Hollywood, and when they come up, we as actors have the decision to say yes or no to a continued offer; they will make a good, something dramatic out of it, and all I can do is embrace it.
I hope people enjoyed it; I know a lot of people didn’t, and I know there are a lot of articles out there— and I’m not the writer. I do my job, and I do it as well as I can, and I serve the character because I think Chris wrote a fantastic character. And I’m so honored and grateful that I got to play her.
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what the books don't tell (M)
hmm, it just came out
maybe a little too inspired by reality, but it's all a coincidence
books do not teach all things, but one or the other we can learn
(i miss writting Jily <3)
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Lily had never done this before and she was nervous as fuck.
She means, sucking someone is something very intimate, not that the sex she and James were already used to having wasn't that, but it was different!
''If it's not good, you won't tell me.'' She said the fourth rule, after: don't cum in my mouth or face, don't push my head, and don't stare at me.
James chuckled but nodded, his eyes shielded by her hand as she didn't want to feel watched as she let her insecurities about this show. She had spent a week thinking about every little detail and preparing—thinking what she would and wouldn't like, and imagining how it would texture, taste, how it would hold…—and even if things worked out that way for her, her anxiety was still there, beside her, whispering in her ear things like ''you won't be good'' ''he'll hate it'' ''the other women were better''.
Lily was willing to ignore all of this, even if it took a lot, a lot of effort to silence the evil voices that screamed in her mind things that made her want to give up on that idea.
''Whenever you want...'' James said, and even after she took her hand away from his eyes, he kept them closed, giving her freedom to express her nervousness without feeling watched like a lion in a cage.
She kissed his mouth then, a quick chaste peck, then his cheeks, his neck – and he always lifted his chin like a tame cat – down his chest, his abs that made it clear he worked out at the gym some days a week, until she got there.
Not all the books in the world had prepared her for this; the women in the stories would confidently go no matter what the moment, putting their hand in and running their tongue, spitting to lubricate it... They made it seem like it was easy and it was impossible to have any difficulties, but being here and now, Lily felt lost and even more nervous. It was completely different from masturbating a woman — obviously — the texture of the skin, the weight, the sensitivity, everything was different. There wasn't a magic button like she had that James just needed to massage and boom, she was wet and aroused; there she needed to wet somehow first, and her clit definitely didn't have those little spasms his cock was having.
Lily crouched down then, sitting between his legs as James lay stretched out on his bed, she carefully brought a hand to his cock thinking that way she might start something. Her mouth went back to his hip bones and his belly, just so she wouldn't just stand there like an idiot as she thought about what to do.
It is clear that she would have to put her mouth, but how. See, it seems like something simple, just stick it in your mouth and be happy!!!! That's what the books sell, but Lily was finding the whole thing a lot more complicated because she was afraid she might hurt James with her teeth if she was careless, she thought that because of nervousness her throat was dry and there wasn't enough saliva to lubricate it and maybe that made it uncomfortable, and her nails now suddenly felt too sharp and could easily scratch the sensitive skin of his balls.
Slowly and like someone who needed more time than usual to assimilate ordinary things, Lily kissed his cock, giving quick pecks along the entire length, until she reached the head - which had another texture, almost like something rubbery, Lily couldn't explain. — and her left hand stayed on his balls, while her right was firmly on the mattress to keep her balanced.
She licked then like it was a popsicle, then again, and again, until she realized that she would need to actually hold his cock if she wanted to suck it. Something obvious, but that at that moment had not been for her mind full of nervousness.
When she sucked then, she felt James take a deep breath. It felt good, different, completely different, but good. Her pussy squeezed at the idea of being fully in charge of someone else's pleasure.
Lily remembered the books then, the women did crazy things with their tongues, going up and down, sucking only the head, licking the balls, she didn't think she was capable of that, but she did her best; she slowly managed to get the job done without thinking that she was doing the worst thing in the world to James, letting the spit help her glide better across his skin, puckering her cheeks just enough to make the sucking feel more satisfying, swirled her tongue as if it were indeed an ice cream on a hot day that was starting to melt.
This was getting interesting.
Her pussy tightened a few times, mostly when she heard James sigh or moan softly, feeling his hips lift off the bed the tiniest bit in a way that made it seem like he was controlling himself not to make it uncomfortable for her.
Lily was loving it!
There was a slightly salty taste mingling with her saliva coming from the tip of his cock, interestingly, Lily thought it would make this worse.
At some point she understood how to do the movement without worrying about her teeth, and then she kept to the activity, moving her head up and down, sucking with gusto, and keeping a hand still on his cock that indicated how far she could swallow without feeling like she might drown or something.
When in the middle of her work she felt a hand approach her hair, she didn't understand if it was James warning that he was going to come or forgetting the rule of not pushing her head, so Lily just lifted her face and looked at him, only now realizing that he was staring at her probably since she started.
''Are you tired or can I sit on you?'' She smiled at him, feeling like the baddest woman ever.
''You can come here,'' And she did.
''What's the grade?'' She asked as he put the condom on, and even though her body felt completely hot, sweaty and still a little nervous, Lily also felt an enormous satisfaction.
''I'm not going to boost your ego,'' James said, but even though there wasn't much light in the room other than the light coming in from the street and coming through his thin curtain, Lily could see the smile on his face and how he looked like someone who was horny as fuck. ''It was really good... easily the best I've ever had.'' Her smile almost ripped through her flushed cheeks.
''I'm glad I obliged,'' Lily settled into his lap, feeling his cock and thinking she couldn't wait to come again. ''Now...'' She sighed with the feeling of being penetrated, closing her eyes and thinking that nothing could be better than that at that moment. ''Let's continue.''
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I think the voice acting for Kenjaku was better this episode, more subtle and less Cartoon Evil Villain, which was especially needed for Kenjaku's talk about the future they wanted to bring forth and the goodbye to Yuuji. I'll never be a fan of Sakurai for Kenjaku no matter which season, but at least he made some effort this episode. Still miss the banter between Kenjaku and Uraume. They didn't manage to capture that at all. No teasing from Kenjaku's side whatsoever, they almost seem disinterested in or bored by Uraume (they wish that was actually the case...couldn't be further from the truth). You could say Sakurai toned it down a little too much there. Please, don't be scared to let Kenjaku show emotions.
The stitches looked nice, I appreciate the close-up. Look a bit tense, but that's in line with my headcanon that Kenjaku made the stitches here intentionally tighter, since they would have to fight more (in contrast to Kaori's body for example) and that led to those ragged scars we see from time to time. Still would like to know what the pattern with stitches->scars->stitches means...if there is one
Also some cute faces (if only they allowed Kenjaku to look like that more often)
Hi Yorozu. Hope you had a good long rest. I wonder if the anime will fix anything about the whole Tsumiki mess in the future...probably not. But some glimpses at her or anime-original scenes of her in the past to get a better read of her personality at least would be nice.
I appreciated the look into how the civilian life has been affected by the Shibuya Incident and start of the Culling Game. That's missing a little in the manga. They essentially turned this page into little scenes, which makes the information a lot easier to digest. Makes especially the political and economic difficulties Japan is facing more tangible.
Loved the curse sequence with the little girl. Finally some proper horror. They really nailed that. Would love to see an entire season about the random civilians trying to survive in the ruins of Tokyo. It also gave me strong Devilman Crybaby vibes (except if this was Devilman the kid wouldn't have survived).
He looks drunk. In the manga he at least had an Aesthetic going for him (greasy & insane), but here he just looks spaced out and like his eyes are gonna roll into the back of his head any second. No way this dude can kill Yuuji.
Overall, good season, even if I have my pet-peeves with it and I really dislike some choices. Episode 3 is still my favourite I think with 21 a close second. I hope they take a big long break before the next season. Three years or more. And give it to a different studio. I hate that MAPPA will make more money off the hype, while the real creative heads behind this get barely anything.
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Director's Cut: Grief in All Her Guises
Continuing to chip away at the Director's Cut game (still taking asks if you have any you'd like to send in - the more specific the better 😊) and today I'm hopping in with this delightful ask from @mangez-peches-art:
This is such a good question!
I actually went back and forth on this for a long time while I was planning out the series arc, and it was one of the main reasons it took me a really long time to get the first two installments nailed down (I'd been working on both of them for probably four months or so before I finally decided to post part 1 and get the series going). That meeting is such an iconic moment in their whole story and it felt like an oversight to leave it out at the beginning.
However, I ended up deciding to jump in after the relationships had been established for several reasons:
Logistics
First and most simply, there was the logistical difficulty of writing those encounters. I confess I balked at trying to accurately depict the process of two people learning each others' languages from scratch, even with the help of Finrod's ability to just stroll through Balan's brain. I don't have a lot of linguistics in my background and I wanted to be careful that I didn't lead with an installment that would undermine authorial trust if I completely botched how that process would go. Or, to put it more forthrightly, I was just scared of looking like I didn't know what I was talking about 😂
Perception of the Encounter
Another thing that made me hesitate was that the whole nature of that first meeting is laden with dreamlike imagery and I did not want to begin by "demythologizing" it at the start of the series. I wanted it to retain an unsteady and ethereal presence throughout their growing relationship that undergirds how they relate to each other. Each, in their own sense, feels that they have stumbled upon the other in a dream and the unsteadiness that brings to their daily reality shapes how each beholds the other.
For Finrod, dreams are laden with intent. It is through such that he retains any tangible connection to the Valar (or to Ulmo at least), and it is through such that he was given what he understands to be his purpose and duty in Beleriand. Even his moments of foresight hold a dreamlike quality where he seems to be pulled out from the reality about him to experience/witness moments of understanding that structure the subsequent direction of his life. Meeting Balan in a kind of dream, therefore, sets Balan alongside those other moments of import: their meeting is intended, their bond is unquestioned, this encounter was fated and they (Finrod and Balan/Balan's people) immediately belong to each other in a way that other meetings do not engender. In fact, this ends up being a large part of why Finrod is able to deceive himself re his own feelings for the whole of that first year. He does not question that he feels an unusually close bond - this is Balan, sent to him in a dream; Balan's people, brought to him by powers outside himself and each fated towards the other. Thus when he realizes what is actually going on within his own feelings, he panics both at the mortal/immortal divide and also at the fear that he has betrayed what was entrusted to him (entrusted by fate? by Eru? by the Valar?) through desiring that which was committed to his keeping.
For Balan, he and his people have finally crossed through the perils of the mountain passes, they have left behind (as they think) the danger of their former lives, and have come at last to a land of safety - where some even believe they may find the gods' own dwellings. And one of the first things that happens is he wakes in the middle of the night (is he awake? is he dreaming?) and meets Finrod's eye over a dying fire, his own harp held in the hands of a seeming god and images rising through the air about him in ways that defy understanding. Balan remembers this vividly throughout his life, but it is always somewhat fluid, always filled with an uncanny awe, fear, a nagging sense of unreality. This recurs throughout their relationship at various points - see, for example, the confession scene from In These Holy Waters where Balan once again encounters Finrod in a woods and once again doubts the reality about him:
The glade was spinning. Balan forced himself not to look away, for he could see his own passion blazing back from the other’s gaze, ardent and desperate, and his breath fled before the force of it. Did he sleep still? Had he awakened indeed or was he slumbering yet beside the boulder in the sun? He reached out to brush a strand of hair from Nóm’s face, his movements slow and muddled as though caught in the dream he feared
Keeping the mythological feel of that initial meeting was really important to me, especially early in the series to set the tone, and so I concluded that beginning with depicting it in full would likely undermine that strategy.
Memory as a Character
Finally, the third deciding factor for me here was that I wanted memory to function, in some sense, as another character in the series, given how Finrod speaks about the Eldar and memory in the Athrabeth. We begin the series with Finrod's confession to Aegnor and end the series with [redacted for spoiler reasons], which serve together to structure the intervening installments as a cluster of progressing memories, moving between past and present in (what I hope is) a stream of consciousness flow of connections. The lines between Balan's memories and Finrod's memories are deliberately blurred (who is it doing the remembering when both POVs are present throughout?) because their bond leaves them with the lines between each self blurred as well - Balan never fully absent because some part of him is still present in Finrod's own self, Finrod ever with one foot crossing into mortality because Balan too has preserved some part of Finrod within his own departed self.
So as part of this, there are three main memories that the series dances around long before we see them (or hear of them in greater detail): their first meeting, their eventual coming together, and Balan's death. Each of these are such laden moments that memory shies away from recalling them directly until it cannot be avoided. (This doesn't mean that you have to wait till the end of the series for each of these, I promise! Just that they all participate in a similar dance before appearing directly in the narrative.)
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I think that covers most of the reasoning? That ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would! 😂 Let me know if there's anything else you'd like me to unpack more or if this didn't quite answer what you were wondering. Thanks so much for the question - this was such a fun one to answer!
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NOT THAT SERIOUS 2.
Fall Creek Boys Choir - James Blake
« So, are you planning on talking to him or something ? » Sandra asked
« Sure, we are going to a cute spot friday night. I hope I will find a way to make things right »
Sandra and Gemma first met at a waiter's job. They were both working to save money for their proper project. Sandra wanted to launch her nails business and Gemma wanted to travel for a year when her studies were done. When they met, they found someone ready to rise them up and listen to them closely without any judgment. It's not that they hadn't friends before, but for both of them it was a blessing friendship entering in their lives. It's already five years ago and a lot of things have changed since then.
Gemma met Adam, her boyfriend. He is her first one ever. Her first everything. Before him, she had many crushes and many flirts. But none of them ever saw her as a potential real partner. With Adam, it was different. He was kind, caring, funny and wasn't playing games since day one. She found him hella cute so she was on cloud nine. Actually, after their first date, they told each other that they were their Last stop. A cute nickname meaning that they truly wanted to end up together.
So when they were really in their relationship and that the end of Gemma's studies was getting close, she felt that her trip project was slowly fading. Everytime she was talking about it, Adam's mood switched. He was talking about it like it would never happen or talking to Gemma on a tone saying "You really going to leave me here for a year like it's nothing ?"
She tried to reassure him the best she could, asking him if he would like to come (even if it’s HER plan). But he brought up excuses, some of them were valid, some of them were not. So he shut down the proposition. The audacity. Finally, Gemma graduated in one of the best culinary school of the country thanks to her hard work and her parent's help. And when she threw up her ceremony hat, her trip was also out of the picture.
To her, it was wiser to protect her relationship than putting it under such pressure. Adam loved her, she loved him, she had finally graduated. It was enough.
For Sandra, it was a little bit different. She always was creative and gifted with her hands. When she started to be curious around the nail salon she passed infront on her way back to school, her goal appeared fast in her teenage period. Her parents were a little afraid that she wanted to pursue a stereotypical dream for an Asian woman. They wanted their daughter to do what she truly wanted and not just the small spot the society was offering to her. So she was introduced to a lot of hobbies. Reading, writing, painting, dancing, debating, she did it all. She wasn't a hard child, so it was ok. But when she ended last university program she stayed on the scolar bench getting education to her main goal from day one.
Three years ago, she got pregnant and gave birth to her baby boy: Nathan. The cutest baby on earth like Gemma likes to call him. But this unexpected blessing didn't stop her from chasing what she desired for such a long time. To be honest, she underestimated what she was facing once Nathan was born, but being a mom was a hard job. Thankfully, Lewis, her boyfriend and baby daddy, was still around and ready to help her at any moment. Her dream just had to wait a little before it became true.
Sandra knew everything a close friend could know about Adam's situation. She was around when they got together. Around when they were madly in love, around when they were mad at eachother. She always listened to Gemma when she had doubts and hopes about what she was experiencing in her relationship. From Sandra's eyes, the main difficulty of her couple was their energy and personality. Sometimes she felt like even if they were in love, on certain topics they were just not on the same page. Same thing for the personality, Gemma was a fun girl, who like going out, discovering new stuff and Adam was just not that type of guy. And from what she was hearing Adam had Damocles sword on top of his head.
She knew it. Do you know when she makes a little note about it ? That one party when Gemma invited Florian. Oh Sandra knew it. The way her friend's eyes lit up when this new guy was around, the way she was choosing her words and rolling her eyes dramatically when he was making fun of her. Sandra felt it right away.
« So what are you going to tell each other, hey we been playing this dumb game for too long time now, what should we do ? » Sandra asked
« Why are you like that ? No I guess, we are just going to... Yea honestly I don't know. » Gemma said
« Why don't you tell him what you told me when you were back from your New Orleans trip ? »
« What, that I asked myself way too much in 4 days why I was with him ? »
« Could you try putting on the form for god sake G ! »
« I mean you know how I feel about this trip, I really wanted it to be good to us. But it was really 70/30. »
« You told me 50/50 last time, which part got up with the time »
« The bad one. »
« Oh my god Gemma. I don't want to say that what you feel is not valid but can I ask you a question ? »
« I hate when you do that, ask and let's see « she said genuinely thinking about it
« Isn't the bad part growed up because you are spending a lot of time with another man lately ? »
Gemma took a deep breath and put one of her curly hair back. « You're right. I have been spending some time with Florian lately-«
« You see that man every damn day ! »
« That's not true ! I mean this week was different but for my defense-«
« Go on what are you going to find this time ? »
« Stop cutting me it makes me lose my arguments «
« Go on baby «
« So. I have been spending time with Florian. But Adam has been acting really picky since we were back from New Orleans. Like super cold when I text him or when we call. Like I’m the only one making efforts. And I don't know like what once a week he comes as a flower, like everything is good ? So what ? I have to be here and do not show that now I'm mad ? That's not fair. When I asked him several times, is everything ok ? Is something wrong? He kept playing dummy dummy. Oh and I remember what I wanted to say. The bad part of our trip had rise because the more I looked at the bigger picture the more I realized that I'm too compliant when it comes to him. »
Sandra smiled looking at her friend getting mad slowly by times with all the arguments she told.
« Why are you smiling like that, what's so funny ? »
« You know what I think about that compliant shit. I already told you. You made that mistake the day you told him-«
« That my year trip wasn't that important, I know. »
« You were not an adult but you were not a teenager when you wanted it. It was your choice, your project. If he really loved you, he could have wait. And even if it could have been difficult, worse, you could have broke up, for me people who belong together kept getting back together. But for that part it's just me. »
Gemma stayed silent for a minute, trying to process and understand what she was feeling. She really didn’t know were this relationship was going.
« But hey girl, he is your first boyfriend and I understand that you didn't want to be the selfish one. I get that. It's not a wrong move. It's just that now, he got used to being your priority, even if it's against yourself. »
« I hate when you make sense »
« I love you too G, but do me a favor ? »
« What ? »
« Can you admit infront of Americans citizen that you are cheating on him »
« I'M NOT ! » Gemma took a pillow and hide a face on it. « TECHNICALLY IM NOT ! » she screamed trough the pillow
« You are unbelievable-«
« Ok, ok, I can confess that, I would not appreciate Adam having what Florian and I have with someone else »
« What Florian and I have » she said mocking her
« Listen, Adam does not really knows about him at all, but even when I talk about Florian in front of him, he don't even care. »
« Maybe because he trusts you. »
Gemma growled out of frustration. Was she the bad guy of the story ? « I'm cheating on him. »
« Thank you. But I have to tell that he is also maybe taking you for granted, I mean you been together for six years-«
« Five. »
« I can't lie, those types of things happen, not excusable, but for having experienced it, it really happens. »
Gemma let her head fall on the couch and look at the ceiling. « Joke a part, I really wanted to make it work. »
« I know G but you're not in it anymore, so don’t be that type of girl. »
« But I don't want to leave him for Flo »
« Gurl-«
« No wait I'm serious. I know that grass ain't greener on the other side. »
« So you don't want to be with Florian-«
« No, what I mean was- »
« You're a fucking joke »
« I want to take time for me before going in a new relationship »
« Alright that more wise already »
Gemma shook her head left to right, slowly realizing that she was over with her relationship.
« If I can make you feel better, from what I see there is more attraction between you and Florian »
The nappy girl hided her face on the pillow again « stop making fun of me. »
« I swear to god. ON MY MOTHER, « Sandra said laughing at the thought of one TikTok comedian, « I thought that I was goin to find you baging on the toilet that other day ! »
Gemma sat up on the couch, trying to push away nasty thoughts. It not like she never thought about it.
« How long is it ? »
« Sandra ! Can you stop choosing the information I share with you ? I did not have sex with the man. »
« Oh come on ! It will not come in a long time. I can feel it. You know I feel those type of things ?»
« Please stop, im so ashamed.» she said looking at her phone
« The way you kept checking at your phone-«
« I'm waiting for my mom's call ! »
« The way you keep posting stories on Instagram-«
« Oh my go-«
« Don't you dare telling me that you're not waiting for him to send you reaction like the red 100 or the emoji with heart eyes »
Gemma couldn’t stop the laugh coming from the last sentence.
« I KNOW YOU. I know you damn too well. »
« Na he send me the hot emoji, you know the red one with the tongue out » she said licking her lips and putting a hair behind her ear
« And you freaking like that «
« it’s flattering ! « she said admitting how good it felt « But I never thought I could cheat. Like that's not the type of partner I want to be. »
« So you better get ready for your friday night. And if there is this little devil on your shoulder, telling you that you are not actually cheating, I have a easy test for you. » Gemma looked at Sandra waiting for what was next « Would you let Adam read your text messages with Florian ? »
« What ! Absolutely not ! » her head snapping quick
« G is it that bad ? You been sexting him ? »
« Nooooooo-«
« Come on tell me, how bad is it, tell me so you can realize how far you went. »
Gemma slumped a little on the couch, looking at the ceiling « Good mornings, good nights texts »
« You can do better »
« Nicknames and stuff about us getting married in our future life… » she said lowering her voice at the end of the sentence
« Excuse me ? »
Gemma looked away acting like she didn’t eared her friend.
« It’s out of the line, for sure but I’m glad it’s not that bad like picture or sex thing »
Gemma put her right hand infront of her mouth hiding a shy smile.
« What is it ? »
« We share some videos sometimes »
« Like what ? Face timing ? »
« Naaaa like him driving, me cooking, when we are in our bed just keeping up with what we are doing »
« Ok Im taking off my « friend reminding you that you are not acting right » hat to the side because I’m too curious. Are y’all dressed up in those types of videos ? »
« For my part » Gemma put her hands on her chest , » I’m always dressed. But when he is in his bed, 90% he is not fully clothed. »
Sandra looked at Gemma’s face trying to interpreting her features. « You a little naughty thing. »
Gemma’s frowned out of frustration when her phone start ringing : Florian Munteanu is calling
She cracked her neck looking at Sandra who was screaming « speaking of the devil » before answering the call
« Gem’ »
« Hey. »
« Hey, you right ? You got a small voice » Florian asked a little worried, she was used to treat him with more joy in her voice
« Na Im good »
« I’m on my way, I think I will take 20 minutes, is that good for you ? »
« Yessir. » Gemma said hanging up.
« What your lover wanted ? » Sandra asked following the interaction like her favorite TV show
« He come pick me up. We are going to the library so we can work on my website » Gemma said grabbing her bag so she could refresh her make up
« What a lucky girl, having the cake and eating it »
« He offered his services, I accepted them and Im paying for it so don’t get it twisted »
« of course you will be paying him with the Gawk Gawk 3000. » Sandra said before opening her coke can.
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« Go home you making it awkward she whispered to her friend » Gemma whispered at the building door of Sandra
« Oh no, I’m making sure he sees me so that he can not kill you and burry you body without anyone knowing »
Gemma turned her heels and try to give her a dead look but her friend’s joke made her smile
« Just go » she said chuckling
Gemma took confident step toward the car knowing that Florian was watching. And he was watching indeed. Looking at her hips going right to left,
« Your friend think I’m going to kill you ? « Florian said making a warm side hug to Gemma and kissed her cheek.
Her eyes grew bigger and look at Florian « You eared that ? «
Florian chuckled looking at the face she was making
« I read on lips » he said wiking at her before waving at Sandra with a million dollar smile
« No you don’t » she answered squeezing her eyes and grabbing her cleavage, the wink did that thing
« Are you getting in the car today or ? « Florian asked her with the car’s door in his hand and took the opportunity to checking her out from head to toes
« I am, stop rushing me ! » Gemma put her bag on her lap and locked her belt.
« And just for your information, if I kill you, I will not burry your body, everyone could find your anytime, I’m more the type-«
« I stop you right there because you are being creepy and I’m a big cow, so you better stop »
« You know you are safe with me don’t say that « he said gripping her left tights
Gemma side eyed him, not answering his semi question before laughing out loud. Florian squeezed her thigh a little bit harder chuckling while he eared her laugh.
« You’re pissing me off man « he whispered before turning on the car
« What did you say ? « She asked wanting him to repeat what he had to say knowing he was joking
Florian made his car roared so Gemma could stop teasing him
« You been doing the most, I can’t believe you think that kind of stuff impressed me »
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« So as you can see, I tried different shade of the colour you gave me. I made 3 templates so you can imagine how it could be when the website will be launched.
I also made some research about the service you wanted to add and I found that dope extension-«
Gemma reajusted her glasses trying to focus on what Florian was saying. It was important, it was for her website at the end of the day. But she couldn’t stop staring at his fingers when he used them to pointed things on his screen
« Gem ? »
« Mmh ? « She said waking up
« Do you think it could fit what you want ? »
« About what ? »
Florian looked at her few seconds before closing his laptop smoothly. « We’re taking a break, you are not in it. « he said in a calm tone
« What ? No no I am ! I’m in it ! « She said a little bit surprise
« Alright brief me about what you understand «
She stayed silent few seconds studying his gorgeous features, quite of surprised and turn on about the bossy tone he just used.
« Don’t try to sugarcoat me with your eyes. »
« Im not, I was collecting informations. You ended the « get to know me » page. You found an extension for the cake design ask. You made some templates-«
« Alright alright but we should take a break I really don’t feel like you actually in it » he said sitting up and walking away
« I just told you i am with arguments » Gemma said looking at him leaving the room « don’t walk away from me when im talking to you ! » she said frustrated
He came back drinking a bottle of water and handing one to Gemma who’s still sitting on the couch. She took it, opened the bottle without breaking the eye contact. He locked his eye in hers finishing his bottle and licking his lips.
« I don’t like the tone you just used- » Florian said in a very serious way but without being aggressive
« I don’t like you walking away when I’m talking to you » Gemma answered matching the vibe
« Well I’m sorry, I was thirsty. » he said
« Of course you were » she said cracking her fingers « and for information you should present your apologies, being sorry isn’t enough. »
Florian looked at her trying to find an valid answer but just let his head fall down and smiled before looking at her again
« You’re right Gemma. »
« I know » matching his smile
« You’re alright ? You seemed a bit tensed today, maybe you need to call Adam for a quickie. » he said opening back his laptop
Gemma looked at him, passing her tongue on her front teeth before sitting up. She opened the window and grab her cigarets on her back Jean pocket before sliding one in her mouth. Florian looked at her light the toxic product before watching her face. She didn’t looked amused.
« Weren’t you supposed to stop ? » He said finally following her and grabbed one of cigarets in her jean. She didn’t acknowledged him, just handed him the lighter.
« Weren’t you supposed to stop ? » Gemma asked him back still without giving him a look
« Hey I was joking don’t be like that. » he answered tooking the opportunity to grab her wrist knowing his joke wasn’t welcomed as he wished.
« That’s not funny, at all. » she said smiling knowing he didn’t mean it in a bad was
« But it’s true tho’, you know sex is a stress killer ? » he said chuckling and passing his left arm around her shoulder and getting his body closer to hers
« No way ! » Gemma whispered a bit surprised by this action but letting her body embrace his strong figure
« I swear, it’s science » he continued on the same tone before blowing out smoke.
Gemma breathed slowly trying to calm her nerves now that her heart was going crazy « So I should call him right ? »
« Adam ? » he asked before she nodded « Naaa babe I’m right here. »
She chuckled trying to push him back, but her move didn’t have any result on Florian’s body. He just stood there, having a firm grip on her body and a naughty smile on his lips. He had nothing to lose.
« You want nothing but me getting troubles. » Gemma said trying to get back facing the window and watching him crashing his cigaret.
He slide his body back hers, rubbing hers arms and shoulders before kissing the top of her head « I said what I said. »
« You’re just so funny today ? You been playing to much Flo, I’m not even your type » she said trying to run away the situation she was falling into.
« Said who ? » Florian said, cleaning her neck from her curls before pecking the soft skin. Gemma’s breath got trapped in her throat, her eyes shot closed and her eyes brown frowned feeling his wet tongue on her.
« That’s what you trying to tell yourself so you don’t cross the line uh ? »
Gemma felt like she could breathe again when Florian’s phone start ringing. Because the way one of his hands arrived under her shirt, she didn’t have any explication. She took quickly another cigaret. Was it a good idea. No. 1 she was already out of breath. 2 she felt already coming down high by the action only. It was wrong.
« Tell me I’m the best. » she eared Florian coming back in the living room
« For what ? » she said rolling her eyes
« Gem, tell me I’m the best, I’m so serious » he said with stars in his eyes.
« Who was it ? » she asked curious about what got him so excited
« Say Big Nasty I will do everything you want me to do-«
« Florian what is it ! » Gemma finally said tired of playing
« Say. Im. The best. Just say it. » he said grabbing slightly her jaw.
« You’re the best » she repeated without any conviction not to give him any satisfaction
« Big Nasty, you’re the best. » he said again insisting on his nick name.
« Babe. » she finally said wanting to know what was going on.
« I have two tickets for Dante Kennedy’s concert tonight-«
Florian didn’t had the time to finish his sentence that Gemma was screaming all over the place. It was one of her favorite Inde RNB artist and she wasn’t fast enough to book a ticket herself. She was a big fan of his smooth voice and how he was talking about love and sex stories in his music. Florian watched Gemma already taking about how she wanted to get dress and what song she wishes Dante will sing. At this point she was talking to her self because everything she was thinking was going out her mouth. When she came down her high a little she let a breath go and looked at Florian who was admiring her from his couch
« Thank you. » she told him, ready to enjoy the night.
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Next morning Gemma woke up in her flat. She grabbed her phone wanting to check what time it was but the device didn’t react to the double tap she was doing. She got up slowly looking for her charger before going to the bathroom. As a Sunday morning, she was going slowly and didn’t mean to go faster. She noticed that her throat was sore and bite her lips. The simple idea of last night was going to make her overthink so she just decided to go back to bed.
When she was comfortably under her blanket again, she took back her phone and watch it turning on. She tapped naturaly her PIN code while yawning for the eighth time since she was up maybe before her eyes went wide.
Multiples notification popped everywhere, texts, calls, Instagram mostly. What was going on ? She decided to open textes from Sandra first because the number of time she tried to call her made Gemma worried.
•Sndr 🦋: G there a video of you and Florian all over socials, call me when you can !
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Two post in a day ? (The last post of this theme was 2 years ago but never mind)
It was maturing in my drafts 💀
@itsqu33n @dersha89
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I preferred Alice's and Ellie's performances on the day but anyone who saw how the Euros floor final was scored must've been aware this was a possibility? But that would have required American gym fans to engage with scoring that didn't involve American athletes, so maybe that's why the English speaking gym fan community is shocked!
The Euros floor scoring should have been a signal yes and that was not "home scoring". But in general I think a lot of gymnastics fans (even myself) aren't as good as they like to think about identifying specific deductions. Judging is hard y'all and the judges don't get infinite replays to pick things apart.
My feeling on the Gadirovas are that yes they have twisting form issues... but that's in the pile of deductions that gets them down to their 8.2ish E scores. People have decided (and I've literally seen people argue this) that 8.0~ non vault E scores mean a perfect routine. It's like people are trying to impose a 10.0 system onto the open code. But more to the point I think evidence that people don't understand E judging as much as they think they do is when you see people talk about an OOB in the context of E when OOB is a ND. It's possible to have an OOB and have it have no impact on your E score at all if the OOB wasn't caused by a form issue. I've also seen some dancers complain about the Gadirova's dance being "frantic" but I think the problem there is that gymnastics dance isn't dance-dance.
But perhaps it's that I don't actually generally buy into the Kinsella/Black were better narrative. They're both lovely people by all accounts. But at least on floor I find Kinsella's tumbling pretty scary. She feels uncontrolled to me and often under rotating. The ancient gym commentators used to talk about how tumbling shouldn't scare the audience and hers does me. Neither of the Gadirovas' does. As for Ellie Black... I adore her as a person and will always root for her but she also has a ton of the same form issues that the Gadirovas do and her vault in the AA was MASSIVELY piked. I'm surprised it wasn't downgraded. I'm also not particularly convinced by the catch on her tkachev half. But I also perhaps have the lens of thinking she got some pretty big home scoring gifts in Montreal (on both bars and beam). To me the ranking felt right.
I have a friend who is of the feeling that a lot of this is about Jade Carey. Basically that outrage on behalf of Kinsella, Black (and Miyata in the floor qualification) is a proxie laying the ground work to be angry about the floor final.
People convinced themselves that the Euro floor scores weren't real and didn't really see the Gadirovi as a threat thinking that somehow when judged by the same panel they'd be found lacking. I also think that people are talking themselves into the idea that Jade is being nailed by the artistry deductions right now. I mean I think she should be nailed by artistry deductions but I think Carey's bigger problem right now is that her tumbling form has degraded. She has neither the form or the difficulty she had in Tokyo. Add the artistry criteria that she and her father have decided to try and get a passing grade on and suddenly she's in a very threatened position.
Neither Gadirovi is a favorite of mine. But I just don't see how their E scores are some great outrage I'm supposed to be angry about.
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one word prompt, extra! :)
just for fun im imagining my baldies party in a modern world
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‘ok!’ wyll snagged the box of spring rolls from the table, rattled the last two about. he plucked his out and lifted the box. ‘who gets the extra?’
dante—cheeks bulging with food—raised their hand. they swallowed the mouthful with great difficulty, and a scary moment where they weren’t sure if they were going to breathe or choke until lae’zel thumped them on the spine. impossible to tell if she was trying to help or kill them faster.
‘hold on a moment—why on earth would we ever give it to you? by my reckoning, you haven’t contributed to take out night - mm - ever.’ gale held out his hand for the box. ‘i have an exam tomorrow. i need the sustenance.’
‘sustenance? you speak as if you have swallowed a dictionary,’ lae’zel scoffed. ‘speak less and more plainly and you will conserve all the energy you require.’
astarion leaned in, nodding. ‘you know what else i’m realising, chums? our dear gale here seems to have an awful lot of exams cropping up right after take out night. does that not strike anyone else as the slightest bit suspicious?’ he arched a fine brow. ‘you wouldn’t be lying to us now, would you?’
‘fuck you, az.’
‘in your bloody dreams, weaver.’
‘i wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole in my dreams—‘
‘—beg for it—‘
‘—get you disbarred—‘
‘alright, alright, calm down boys,’ shadowheart interrupted. ‘i think we can all agree that neither of you gets the extra roll. and obviously none of us want dante getting it.’
dante frowned. ‘rude,’ they mumbled around a new overfull mouthful.
‘which is why i propose a simple solution. i shall take it—‘
‘and why is it you would be worthy of such a thing?’ lae’zel sneered.
‘simple.’ shadowheart sat up straight in her chair, chin lifted to a haughty degree. she might have been shorter than almost everyone but she had an incredible ability to look down her nose at them, making them feel small. except lae’zel, who had never been small in her life. ‘my job is the most important. i save lives.’
‘ok, junior medical intern,’ gale drawled.
‘remind me, which one of us actually has the title of doctor?’ she bit back. ‘aren’t you a third of the way through your ninth degree?’
astarion used gale’s spluttering as cover, sneaking his hand toward the box, only to yelp and whip his hand away when dante stabbed it with their chopstick.
‘no stealing,’ dante scolded. the mean glint in their eyes vanished as soon as it appeared. they turned their attention to lae’zel. ‘what about you? why should you get it?’
‘i am still hungry. and i, too, require sustenance.’
‘oh great word,’ dante complimented her. astarion and wyll nodded, hiding smiles as gale spluttered. ‘but boring. pass! wyll?’
‘no thanks, i’m good.’
‘right!’ dante clapped their hands. ‘nothing for it then. scratch! here, boy!’ they whistled sharply for the clever, scruffy white dog. nails scrabbled on floorboards and scratch bolted around the corner to meet them, a happy grin on his face. ‘any protest?’ dante asked the table and, getting none, they fed the extra spring roll to their dog, who took it gently in his mouth and wandered off to enjoy it in peace.
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Gally x (fem) reader - Jobs
Y/N hadn’t been in the glade long. Long enough to be trialling the different jobs with the keepers though. So far she’d tried helping Fry in the kitchen which would have gone okay if she hadn’t burnt everything, gardening with Newt and Zart, building with Gally but today was with in the blood house. Y/n was okay with blood, its just a thing that most living things have after all. However, she were most defiantly an animal person who most certainly did not want to be dealing with the freshly killed meet.
“Gally, please please let me come build with you again today. I won’t be able to handle it in there. I swear I’m gonna be sick just thinking about it”.
“Y/n, you’ll be fine. Everyone had to have a go at everything before they got their job anyway”
“But you’re a keeper! Can’t you just say that I did so well when I was working with you and you recommend I just start working as a builder right away?”
“You want me to go against Alby’s rules?” Y/n nodded her head enthusiastically “Nope can’t do that. Even if I could, don’t you remember your day building?”
Thinking back Y/n remembered how physically draining it was as a builder, a lot of lugging the building materials around (most of which she needed help to carry). Other than the difficulty carrying items y/n remembered the large amount of splinters she had received that day along with the bruises and the still black finger nail from using the hammer poorly. Despite Gally’s usual tempter towards others in the glade, y/n realised that day that he didn’t take that tone with them. Rather than cracking down on them and complaining she were doing everything wrong, he actually helped. This was nothing like what y/n had expected based on what the other graders had said. “You did well in the gardens today y/n, tomorrow won’t be so easy building with Gally though” said Newt. Chuck pipped up “he was so mean to me when I was trialing builder, it was worse than when I passed out in the blood house. Good luck tomorrow. You’ll need it.��
Turning back to Gally “okay so I’m not the best builder in the world but I can assure you that I’d be a better builder than working in blood house and I’m sure Id be an even better builder this time around now that I know what I’m doing” y/n pleaded.
“Sorry y/n still not gonna tell Alby that you should drop be a builder and not give it a go in the blood house. Plus by the sounds of it there leaning towards making you a trackhoe anyway so doubt you’ll be in the blood house again after today.”
“You’re not help. I think ill go find Newt and plead my case to him instead them,” y/n grumbled turning away from Gally. He caught her wrist and looked at them with an odd expression that y/n couldn’t read. She’d only been in the glade for about a week and she don’t remember seeing Gally look at them like that, nor anyone else for that matter. Confused y/n huffed. “Fine, ill go to the blood house. But when I pass out or worse vomit everywhere you better come visit me the med jack hut.”
“Deal”.
With that y/n met Jeff outside the blood house. “You ready for this y/n?”
“Not really Jeff but im here anyway. Ill do my best but no promises that I’ll be any good or that you won’t have to take me to the med jacks as soon a I see a dead animal”
With that she went inside. The smell instantly made y/n want to hurl. “Oh please its not that bad”
“That’s because you’re use to the smell Jeff.”
Surprisingly y/n had made it to lunch time without needing a visit to the med jacks. What was even more of a surprise was that Gally came to meet them at the blood house to go to lunch together. Normally y/n would eat with the group of where ever she were working that day. “Not at the med jacks yet I see” Gally remarked.
“Haha very funny Gal.”
The rest of the workers from inside the blood house exited and started to make her way over to lunch. “All good for me to head over for lunch Jeff?” Y/n asked poking her head back inside the blood house.
“Yeah go ahead. I’m just going to finish up this then I’ll be over.”
Y/n turned to Gally and gave him the thumbs up as an okay to head to lunch. As she started to walk over there was a loud crash sound that come from inside the blood house followed by what sounded like Jeff screaming in pain or surprise or both. Gally and y/n looked at each other before turning and running back to check what had happened.
Throwing the doors open, the saw the one of the goats had escaped the pen and had charged right at Jeff. Knocking his knife off the table and sliced his leg in the process.
“Gally, get that goat out of here now!” Y/n yelled before turning to Jeff who was now lying on the ground looking very pale. “Hey Jeff can you hear me?” His only response was a low grumble and a role onto his side. Okay good, he’s responsive y/n thought followed by stripping her shirt off and using it to apply pressure to Jeffs leg that was bleeding heavily. Y/n turned to look toward Gally to see if he had the goat way yet. Thankfully he had but was now staring at her. Only then did y/n remember that she had taken her shirt off. “Don’t just stand there Gally. Give me your shirt, Jeff is bleeding through mine then go get the med jacks!” She yelled at him. It took Gally few seconds to register what y/n had said before he rushed over, looked at them, turned a bight red colour. He was clearly flustered at seeing y/n shirtless. “Gally! Your shirt! I need it to reduce the bleeding.” Just as he was about to take it off others came bursting into the blood house taking in the scene of you sitting shirtless next to Jeff who was bleeding and Gally standing above you about to take his shirt off. “What the hell happened?” Newt asked as the med jacks came over to where you were sitting next to Jeff. You began to explain when you noticed that Gally was still staring at you with blush covering his cheeks. Not the time to think about this you though as you pushed the though out of your mind. Gally snapped out of whatever trance he was in and took over explaining to Newt and Alby what happened. You began relaying what you’d done to Jeff to the med jacks. By the time you had finished explaining Clint told you to take your shirt off Jeff’s leg so he could have a look. Thankfully the bleeding had slowed down that it had practically stopped now. As Clint examined the gash on Jeff’s leg you began to rummage through his med kit to find some wet wipes of some kind so you could get a better look at the cut. “We should get him back to the hut” Clint said to the rest of the keepers that had gathered to look. Once she had retrieved the stretcher and Jeff was on his way to the med jack hut y/n pipped up to ask if she could come along too. “It looks like the cut will need stitches” y/n said.
“We don’t have anything to do stitches with so bandages will have to do” Clint replied.
“I thought that we each got a little sewing kit from wicked when we arrived in the glade and stuff?” Clint, Gally and Newt all paused to look at you confused.
“ You know like the needles and tread packet that was in your pocket? I figured that we were each given one to fix our clothes and stuff?” Y/n replied. “Ill meet you at the hut then” yelled back as she took off running to the homestead where her kit was.
She shortly returned to the med jack hut with the things required for stitches and a new shirt on as well . “Here” y/n said passing the stuff to Clint who looked at the needle then gulped. Y/n watched as he took the needle and thread out of the packet trying to tread it. “Do you need some help? Y/n asked. Clint sighed and handed it back to them. Y/n threads it with ease and tied it off preparing to hand it back to Clint. “Y/n? You know how to do stitches?” Clint asked
“I know how to sow things so it can’t be that different can it?” Y/n responded
“Newt if it’s all good with you I think Y/n should do the stitches” Clint said.
“You’re the keeper of the med jacks Clint, its up to you”
“ You want to give it a go y/n?” Clint asked. You nodded, cast a look at Gally so looked at you, blushed then looked away.
Once you were finished, Clint took over the rest of the care and sent you to go get some now very late lunch. Once you came out of the hut you ran right into Gally.
“Jezz Gal you always waiting for me outside huh?” Y/n said as she looked at him.
“Wanted to make sure you were okay after all that. Wasn’t a pretty sight.”
“ I just hope that Jeff is feeling okay. He’s got some colour back to him now which is good.”
“That good to hear. You did well with all that im impressed.”
“Oh so I impress you huh?”
“That not what I meant”
Y/n nodded and began to walk over to see if Fry had any food left.
“I’m starving, you coming Gal” y/n turned around smiling at him. He just nodded and followed y/n.
Thankfully Fry had saved them some food. Although he did give Gally an odd look that y/n suspected was to do with how he was interacting with them. Y/n tried to make small talk with Gally while she ate but he wasn’t all that talkative.
“You feeling okay Gal?”
“Huh? Oh yeah yeah. Don’t like the sight of blood all that much that all.”
“Ahhh. So nothing to do about you seeing in just a bra then huh?” With that Gally’s face turned bright read. Y/n just laughed.
“I wasnt expecting that okay?” Gal responded in a hushed tone. Y/n placed her hand in on his arm in an effort to comfort him and she felt his body go stiff. She quickly removed her hand but Gally reached for it and just held her hand in his. Y/n looked up at him and smiled sweetly. Gally realised what he’d done and quickly dropped her hand much to y/n’s dismay. He cleared his through and stood up. “I should get back to the builders they’ll be slacking off since I’m not there.”
“Yeah that’s probably a good idea. See you at dinner?” Y/n asked trying to mask to the sadness that their little flirtation was over for the moment but hopeful it would resume later. Gally nodded before turning around.
“Oh and despite what I said earlier I reckon you’ve found your job as a med jack” he looked over his shoulder and smiled before turning away running off to the rest of the builders. Y/n smiled and sighed as she wanted him run off.
“You know I saw all of that right?” Y/n jumped at Frypans comment.
“Oh what ever Fry. Do you want help with those dishes or what?” Y/n laughed and followed him into the kitchens.
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Panic Stations (Final Rose)
Mini-Dianas ran back and forth as crystal dust shook loose from the ceiling and tumbled to the ground.
“Well,” Saviour drawled. “This is going swimmingly.”
Around her, a variety of holographic displays had sprung up, each connected to the many observatories, armouries, and weapons depots scattered throughout Saviour. There were also connections to the various maintenance and repair departments, and even the fishing fleet was in full swing, trawling Averia’s ocean of memories for anything that could help them in this battle.
On her lap, the Protect Mini-Diana hummed thoughtfully.
“Yes, it’s not often we’re stuck in a fight we can’t win. On the upside, this does give us a chance to test some of our more interesting weapons.” Saviour gestured, and a small horde of weapons depot mini-Dianas in military uniforms scurried off to deploy the necessary weapons. “Let’s see how this goes.”
X X X
Averia hit the ground and actually felt the pain of the impact. That was a bad thing. Saviour’s physics cancelling and other assorted methods of bullshit should have negated the impact entirely. The fact that she’d felt it meant that her defences were being overwhelmed.
Above her, her mother floated in the air, head tilted to one side. The third level of Saviour swirled around her, a black miasma tinged with red. “Is that all you’ve got?”
The space around Averia erupted in a rainbow of colours as myriad exotic effects and esoteric attacks launched themselves at the older woman. “I’m only just getting started.”
X X X
Saviour grinned as the Teaching Protocol Mini-Sarah cackled in amusement. “Hmm... hmm... hmm!”
“Yes, our daughter is progressing nicely.” Saviour took a sip of tea and reached down to ruffle the hair of the mini-Lumina who had brought the drink. “She’s gotten a lot better, but she’s still no match for us.”
Another mini-Serah made a hopeful sound, only to be slapped over the back of the head by a mini-Lumina.
“No, we are not going to be using the genocide protocols,” Saviour said. “Not even a little bit because even a little bit is too much.” She paused as the mini-Serah continued to plead her case. “Yes, Averia would survive the first level of the genocide protocols, but those don’t tend to stop. No. They tend to escalate, and that is not a good thing.” She nodded at the mini-Lumina. “If she suggests that again, slap her again. Harder.” She smiled. “Although I suppose we could up the difficulty a little bit. Our daughter is quite formidable, after all.”
X X X
Averia was forced to fight for her life as her mother upped the intensity of her attacks. Even the second level of Saviour was barely keeping her from disaster, which only highlighted the massive gap between the second and third levels. Desperately, she called on more of her Semblance’s power.
X X X
Saviour covered her face with her hands. There were no mini-Dianas and mini-Claires running around with fire extinguishers to douse all the flames that had appeared as Saviour began to reach the limits of what it could currently do at the second level. Good grief. And they still weren’t anywhere close to defeating their mother.
A mini-Diana with a nail gun was also frantically nailing wooden planks into place on the ceiling as cracks spread across it. The amount of damage they’d taken in the last five minutes exceeded the amount of damage they’d taken against Grimm in their entire existence.
Fortunately, this was only a training spar. If it had been a fight to the death, they would have been in serious trouble. As it was, their mother was already beginning to decrease her power, no doubt sensing that they were reaching the limits of their abilities.
The mini-Dianas and mini-Claires breathed a collective sigh of relief. It was time to get things cleaned up.
#final rose#fanfiction#saviour#averia yun farron#lightning farron#mini diana#mini claire#mini serah#mini lumina
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Father And Daughter - TWD REWRITE Chapter Fourteen
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Summary: The Whisperers’ threat had been put to an end and finally, the survivors of Alexandria and the other communities could focus on rebuilding their homes after the confrontations with their enemies had a toll on them. Alden and Anna enjoyed the peace that was given to them, raising the poor Adam who first lost his biological mother and then Earl and Tammy Rose, his adoptive parents and helping around in Alexandria, but the troubles never really stop and as they cared for the boy, Anna found herself thinking of her late mother, remembering her early days in the apocalypse, and the traumas that followed...
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Warnings: TWD spoilers season 10 (finale episode “Here’s Negan”), long chapter, some peaceful everyday life scenes, fluff, but then; LOTS of flashbacks, angst, loss, grief, mention of suicide, childhood traumas, diving into early days of Anna’s survival with her parents,
The people of Alexandria had been working hard on rebuilding the community for the past month or so, even Anna helped renovate the ruins that had been left of their homes after the Whisperers came through the camp. If a couple weeks ago she was just a bit sick and not really sure if she was pregnant or not, she was getting more and more convinced of it as her stomach looked way more bloated than usual and she felt tired a lot more and a lot quicker, and her father had to tell her to take a break and have some rest. He knew of her condition and neither he nor Alden wanted her to overwork herself and be exhausted as a result. Her relationship with Alden also took a new turn when they adopted the little Adam as his first adoptive parents, Earl and Tammy Rose had both died and they found themselves already parents of a 1-year-old boy. Anna grew to love that boy as her own, caring for him and raising him alongside Alden, which greatly strengthened the bond between them. She loved having her little family and being able to focus on that in the aftermath of the last confrontation with the Whisperers. There was finally some peace they could enjoy.
But even that peace was disturbed by the animosity Maggie felt towards Negan, even though it was a little less bad than what Anna expected. Anna went to sat on the steps in front of the house in which Alden, her and Adam had moved into, and she held Adam on her laps, looking around. In the distance she could see her father hammering nails into a beam when Maggie and her son walked down the street and looked at him. They stared at each other for a few seconds and despite the distance between them, one could easily feel the tension. It had been like this ever since Maggie came back to Alexandria and saw Negan around. She stood up, carrying her son in her arms and approached her father. He noticed her approaching and smiled tenderly at her and Adam, for whom he had had no difficulty in loving like his actual grandson. He stroked the little boy's blond hair and Adam looked at Anna innocently grabbing the pendant around her neck. The very pendant containing old pictures of her and her parents. She looked down, glancing at the necklace.
“You still have it.” Negan said softly and she raised her head, nodding. These two pictures inside of the locket were the only memories she had of her life before the outbreak, the only memories of her mother.
“Of course. I still have your knife too.” He chuckled, and as she looked away, she felt him staring at her. It was a soft gaze, with a glimpse nostalgia in his eyes.
“You remind me so much of your mother.”
“I know.” She glanced down, her eyes getting teary at the thought of her mom. He softly drew Anna into a hug before she walked away to go and find Alden. She swiftly wiped her eyes and as she left her father, she looked back and saw Carol talk to him. She frowned a bit, having no idea why they then going the opposite direction together. Given Carol had all her gears and bow, Anna didn’t think much of it, figuring they left to hunt or something. She eventually found Alden, working on cutting planks of wood. He straightened up at the sight of Anna and Adam and gave her a sweet kiss before smiling at Adam and kissing him on the head, caressing his hair. The little boy giggled, calling out to his dad and he stretched out his arms to him. Anna smiled, passing the child to Alden. In that moment, everything that had happened outside the walls of Alexandria as well as inside was gone. They were in their little bubble, the three of them. It was those moments of peace that Anna cherished so much after all she went through. It was really refreshing to love and feel loved. She loved the family she was making with Alden, and it had become the one thing she cared for most and the fact that her father, the one person that had always had so much importance and influence in her life, was a part of it was her dream come true. She wished for this peace to last forever if it only could.
She never knew such a serenity and now that she looked back, even when she was a kid and thought her life was perfect, it wasn’t. Her father cheated on her mother, and he was never the perfect role model she thought he was, which she found out the hard way during her years at the Sanctuary. She remembered the day she was stuck in the trailer with her father and Gabriel and the latter made him confess “his sins”. Gabriel almost got some tears out of that tough man as he told his story, and it was a sight Anna never thought she would witness. For as long as she could remember, she had never seen her father cry or get emotional. She had seen him get aggressive, but it was never towards her. She heard him yell, or argue with her mom, but he never scolded her. Anna kept thinking about this as she walked around Alexandria until she noticed Carol coming back, alone. She remembered seeing her leaving with her father, but he was nowhere to be found. Frowning in confusion, looking around, she took a quick step towards her. Carol noticed her but didn’t stop walking until the young woman addressed her.
“Carol, where’s my dad? Didn’t you go out hunting with him?” Carol stopped in her tracks, apparently not so pleased to be stopped by Anna to talk about this but she turned to her.
“We decided it was best if he went to live outside Alexandria.” Anna was left there in bewilderment and watched Carol walk away, not really giving her time to reply or say anything. She could only realise that her father had been taken away from her again. Anna wasn’t alone but she had spent so long both trying to get away from and then back to her father, that it felt like it in that moment.
15 YEARS AGO (yeah, I know it’s supposed to have been around 12 years but shut up thank you I’m too lazy to fix my fic’s timeline)
Anna threw her school bag on the backseat, slammed the car door shut and went to sit on the passenger sit, in the front, sipping the strawberry smoothie her mother had bought her since after picking it up from school, they had gone to the mall. It was a bit hard money-wise lately but Lucille, her mother, had wanted to get her a little something she liked since the young girl was doing so well at school. Unlike in school, things weren't going as smoothly at home. Her father had lost his job as a high school gym teacher after getting into a fight with a man. That's hos her mother explained it to her anyway, but Anna knew her father beat up a man in a bar, but she didn't know the details of what happened and never dared ask him, even though he would probably just tell her. She wasn't scared of him, he would never hurt her, but she was smoewhat disappointed maybe, because he had lost his job because of it and the girl could see how her mother was burdened with taking care of the house and having to scold him all the time. He had become quite the man child since he was fired and the 11-year-old wondered if they would find him already in the basement, playing video games and yelling profanities while doing so. He had become less of the role model that Anna used to look up to. She always adored both her parents and see their relationship deteriorate was hard on her.
Anna stared at the cup in her hands as she slurped the smoothie through the straw, amusingly cupping her cheeks to the max. Music was playing on the radio and a song that the girl instantly recognized started playing. She smiled at her mom as the woman already started to hum the song but there was some sort of sadness or nostalgia in her eyes. She didn’t really understand why she looked this way and turned her head, staring straight ahead. They arrived in the driveway to the side of their house and Lucille parked the car. Anna got off, grabbed her bag and followed her mom inside. Her father’s voice could already be heard from downstairs along with some loud Rock music. Anna sat down in the living room to do her homeworks while her mother tried telling Negan that the two of them came home but he was too busy with whatever game he was playing. Anna bit her lips, silently watching as her mother sighed in annoyance and grumbled as she walked back and forth around the house, picking up things that were lying around and doing some tidying up and cleaning.
After about an hour, Anna was almost done with her homeworks and Lucille was finishing the dishes when her father finally came out of his cave.
“Oh, you’re home?” He asked, as if it were surprising to see them already home, and walked into the kitchen, opening up the fridge to get a few bottles of beers. Anna looked at what he was doing from the corner of her eyes, dangling her legs under the dining table.
“We have been for over an hour.” Lucille retorted, her back to him as she washed the dishes. He glanced at his wife, noticing she was mad at him, but he didn’t say anything else and walked into the living room, holding about three or four bottles in his hand.
“Hey, apple pie.” He kissed her on the head, stroked her hair and headed back to the basement. This was a typical afternoon for the young girl, ever since her dad lost his job and spent his days at home doing basically nothing, going out when he had appointments. She finished her homeworks and almost jumped on the couch, turning the TV on to watch some cartoons. It had only been about ten minutes of peace when she saw her mom walk across the living room, holding some leather jacket and a piece of paper and went to the basement. Anna was a bit confused so she turned off the TV and discreetly followed her downstairs, staying in the shadows as her mom entered the room. She never willingly listened to her parents’ fights, where it was mostly her mom doing the yelling and her father being rather passive, but right now she was wondering what it was about, and on top of that, she had never seen this jacket so it made her curious.
“Don’t be such a pussy! This is how you get better! You gotta take it!” He declared, not realizing Lucille was walking towards him until she stood in front of the TV.
“Are you playing with children?”
“Uh, teenagers. I think. Mostly.” He shrugged before replying to someone in a lower voice and looked up to his wife, clearly not knowing what she wanted with him. Anna could hear the anger in her mom’s voice as she looked down at the piece of paper in her hand.
“Please tell me that you did not spend $600 on this “Happy Days” bullshit.” She shook the jacket, staring at Negan who was apparently not as troubled by the amount of money. Anna didn’t even dare to ask her mom for stuff because she knew they had money problems and her father was spending the little they had recklessly. At 11 she was almost more mature and thoughtful than the grown man that he was. At the time, Anna didn’t realize it wasn’t normal. It used to be her normal.
“Calm down. Don’t worry.” He said in a casual voice. “I got two leads. One’s a lock, but the other one pays better, and I am just celebrating a little early, is all.
“Really?” He nodded with a silly smile that was probably going to annoy her mother even more. Her tone got harsh as she gradually rose her voice. “Tell me about these two leads. Cause you can’t be a gym teacher anymore You have a misdemeanour assault on your record, and you refuse to go back to school. So, please, oh, I would love it if you would tell me all about this job that you got that’s gonna pay for this.” He kept quiet and understanding he couldn’t explain himself, she turned around. As her mother was about to walk out of the basement, Anna quietly climbed the stairs.
“I threw the receipt away.” She heard her father say and as she settled on the couch, lying down, acting like she was watching the cartoon on the TV, her mother let out a grunt at his reply and she slammed a door. While she went back to doing house chores, outside the sun was setting and soon, night had fallen and it was time for dinner. Anna and her parents were quietly eating, all seated around the dinner table, her mother and her on one side, her father in front of them. The girl was just staring down at her plate, purposely not eating the heap of green beans to the side. Like many kids her age, she didn’t like vegetables and luckily for her, even though her parents always tried to get her to eat some, they never forced her.
“How’s the food?” She glanced at her dad as he tried making conversation.
“It’s good. Did you do somethin’ different?”
“Yeah, I… uh… I tried a little rosemary instead of oregano, and there’s a little white-wine reduction in the chicken stock.” He explained, and Lucille listened but kept very quiet. Anna picked up some green beans with her fork, watched it for a second, and slid it off the fork with her finger deciding against eating it.
“Do I have to eat those?” She asked, staring the beans down and her parents looked at her.
“No.” Negan chuckled and shook his head while Lucille smiled softly at her daughter. Besides from the disliked vegetables, her plate was practically empty already. “Was it good?”
“Yeah.” She sketched a smile. “Can I taste your chicken?” He looked at Lucille for permission and then cut a piece of his chicken stock and handed his fork to Anna. He had cooked hers apart from theirs so there wouldn’t be any alcohol in her food since she was a kid but he ended up letting her get a bite anyway. She took the fork and Negan chuckled at her reaction because she apparently found the taste of it very good. Then, her mom turned to her.
“It’s getting late. If you’re done, clear your plate and check your bag’s ready for tomorrow. Don’t forget your books.” As Anna stood up, she followed up with another question. “Oh, and Emma's mom confirmed it wass still ok for tomorrow night, don't forget your stuff and your pjs.”
“Yes, mom.” She replied mechanically as she put the dish in the sink and walked out of the kitchen to kiss her dad good night. Her mom was often the one who came to tuck her in, sometimes her dad came before she had fallen asleep and he would read her a story but she deemed herself not a baby anymore so it happened way less than it used to when she was under the age of 9. She walked into her room and stood by the door as she heard her mother spoke.
“My appointment’s tomorrow at 2:15.”
“What appointment?”
“I’m getting an MRI.” Anna had no idea what it was but by the tone of her mom’s voice rising up at the lack of reaction from her dad, she figured it was somewhat of a big deal. She went to change into her pjs, trying not to listen but in vain. “I need you to drive me home.”
“Uh, I can’t. Tomorros at 2:15? I-I have a meeting with the probation officer. Besides, you know how the doctors can be. They have you sit around for three hours with your ass hanging out, and then they tell you everything’s fine.” He sounded dismissive, like whatever it was wasn’t important and Anna knew her mother woudn’t like it. Anna turn off the checked her bags and sat in her bed, turning off the lights and with her diary, the cover over her head, a small flashlight and a pen in hand, she wrote in her diary. She had no idea at the time of how much doing this helped her process things that happened in her daily life, especially the things that happened with her parents’ rocky relationship. She was very young and often wondering if her mom didn’t divorce him because of her was a bothering thought to have. They used to look more in love. Her father used to be less careless too. It was all these little changes that she noticed happening over time that confused her, as she didn’t understand why things changed like that. She wished she could just never become an adult, because it looked so troublesome and in the long run, unhappy.
6 MONTHS LATER
Anna sat cross-legged on her parents bed, holding one of her stuffed animals on her laps, watching her father changing the bags hanging from her mother's IV stand while the latter rummaged through a case of DVDs. They had moved all their things in the basement after the outbreak. The house was locked, the windows barricaded to protect the three of them from the dangers of the outside while they tried to survive and continue her mother’s chemotherapy. Anna remembered when she heard her parents talk about this MRI she was getting and at the time, she had no idea what it meant but the next day, when going to sleep over at her friend’s house, she looked it up. She didn’t say anything to her friend and kept it to herself, thinking about all that she had read on the disease. It was scary and deeply upsetting. Then her mother told her the news when she got home and for weeks on end, she would cry herself to sleep. Then, things went downhill, and the dead rose and started to prowl the streets and now, it had been months and even though her father’s behavior had greatly improved, it was hard on the young girl to see her mother struggle, wearing wigs to dress her head as it got bald due to the heavy treatment, her face dull and ringed.
“Trying to figure out what James Bond movie I want to watch.” Lucille said in a low voice. Anna listened to them with one ear, playing with his stuffed toy to alleviate his boredom. Their daily life since the arrival of these monsters outside had not been as hectic as before. They spent their days locked up, sometimes watching movies thanks to a generator outside and sometimes his father went on an expedition to find what his mother needed for her treatment, or sometimes he read books to them. Her mom on her sofa, him sitting on the edge of the bed and Anna curled up next to him, reading over his shoulder or snuggled in her mother’s arms. The world going upside down did give her one thing she wanted, spending time with her parents and being like a family.
“Well, baby, I think we’re gonna have to skip the movie just for now. Generator’s making too much noise.”
“Hey.” She looked up at him. “We’re gonna have to kill it.”
“Why bother right?” He wondered, adjusting the bags on the IV. Athe sound of some monster snarling outside, Anna raised her head and glanced at the small windows blocked by a few boards, the light from the outside seeping into the basement, which was very dimly lit due to the lack of electricity. “I turn the generator off for a little bit, and they lose interest. They always do.” He then walked back to the fridge, grabbed a couple bags and moved them to the freezer on top. On his way out to go check the generator, he gently stroked Anna’s hair and left the basement. The girl never liked when he went outside but someone had to, and she was forbidden to step out of the house. It was too dangerous. Eventually he came back inside and he took a book at his wife’s request, settling his glasses on his nose and sitting on the bed. Anna sat next to him, her head resting against his shoulder as he read.
“‘I see what you are feeling,’ replied Charlotte. ‘You must be surprised, very much surprised… So lately as Mr. Collins was wishing to marry you. But when you have…” He sighed, pausing. “Mama.”
“Hmm?” She hummed.
“This book sucks. It’s killing me. I-I-I can’t… I can’t do it.” He shook his head, glancing at the book with a half amused smirk. Anna chuckled at her father’s reaction and he kissed her hair before looking at Lucille.
“You’re the one that won’t let me watch James Bond. Read.” She mischieviously kicked the book with the leg she rested on his lap. Anna straightened up at the sound of the fence surrounding their house rattling because of this monster that the sound of the generator kept attracting there. Negan put a hand on his daughter’s back to reassure her and Lucille stared at him.
“You gotta take care of it.” Negan knew she was right. He got ready and went outside, armed with a hammer. He was gone for a couple minutes when Lucille grew tired of waiting and stood up.
“I’ll go see what’s taking so long. He’s never gonna kill that thing.” She dragged her IV along with her as she walked away. “Stay right there, okay?”
“Yes, mom.” Anna replied, watching her leave. A silence disturbed by the noises of struggle outside fell on the room and she lied down, sitting her plush on her stomach, silently playing with it, moving her toes around in her socks until she suddenly heard a gunshot outside and curled up, covering her ears in surprise. The monster had stopped making scary noises afterwards though. She just heard her mother’s voice coming from outside but it was muffled and she couldn’t understand what she was saying but when her parents came back, the generators was on and they watched a movie together before her father went out to get some fuel to keep the generator going because it was not only useful to watch movies, it maintained the cold temperatures needed for the bag for her mother’s treatment because without it, she would decline even quicker then she already was with the perfusion. When he came back, Lucille had taken off her wig, wrapped her head in a scarf and was lying in bed with Anna next to her. The young girl hadn’t slept in the same bed as her parents since she was a toddler but there wasn’t really enough room to move her bed out of her room and sleeping in their bed was comforting for her.
“I’m good.” Lucille said softly, resting her eyes.
“I got something for you. I found someone’s stash.” He pulled out a tiny purse and unzipped it. She chuckled. “Now, it’s a little bit dried out, but this is gonna help with your nausea. Hey. No drugs, all right, young lady?” He added, glancing at Anna and she nodded, making an expression of exaggerated disgust and he smiled.
“You’re having to go further and further every time.”
“Well, generator needs gas, and this place has been picked over. But the bright side is… that I reckon that’s exactly what’s keeping us safe. There is nothing here that anybody wants.”
“You can’t keep it up.” She declared weakly. “We need to move. We need other people.”
“It’s just too dangerous out there.”
“That’s’ my point.” Anna silently watched her parents talk, holding her stuffed animal against her chest.
“Baby, you have three treatments left. That’s it, okay? So we are gonna get your strength up, and then I will put you and Anna on my motorcycle and I will take you wherever you want to go… wherever you can dream up. I promise.”
“Okay.” She eventually agreed to it and the day went by and night fell. Every time they would go to sleep, her father would wrap his arms around her mom, trying to warm her up and fight the chills and shivers that shook her weakened body. Anna was curled up next to her mom and often find it hard to find sleep. She looked at her mom when a shiver ran through her body and she made a sound that got the girl to open her eyes. As her father began to softly sing their song to her and saw that Anna wasn’t sleeping so he gave her a comforting smile, caressing her cheek with his thumb and she closed her eyes to try to fall asleep, curled up against her mother.
“Ugh. Damn it.” Negan swore, looking out the window as an umpteenth walker came snarling by.
“It’s not like killing a person, babe. It’s not even like killing an animal. You can’t let it keep bothering you.” She said as she cut a can of food open. He turned to her.
"It doesn’t bother me. I… I’m just worried that I’m gonna get used to it.”
“Okay.” She nodded, smiling tenderly. While he went to turn the generator off, Anna helped her mom set the table and by the time he returned, they had lit a few candles and Anna was seated, touching the floor with the toes and her parents joined her, sitting in front of each other. They ate, chatting and laughing together. It was one of these light moments that made it all seem like everything was fine and there weren’t zombies outside their house. Some normal moments were good for all three of them.
‘How, um… how’s your dinner?” He enquired, after some sauce on his plate.
“It was good. If I had known that dog food could taste like this… I would have been eating that shit all along.” They laughed heartily together. It was crazy that it took all this shit happening outside for Anna to see her parents be so loving towards each other, like old times. She loved to see it; it was very heartwarming.
“Hey.” Lucille called out to him as she turned around to grab something. It was a shopping bag that she had Anna pass to her dad. “Happy anniversary.”
“Wait. You actually know what day it is?” He asked as he took it, adding a thank you for his daughter. Lucille chuckled.
“No. I just want you to have it. Open it.” He looked at her with curiosity and proceeded to open the bag with a sound of paper rustling. Anna turned to her father to look into the bag. He glanced at Lucille, who smiled cheerfully, laughing and he took his vintage jacket out of the bag, the exact same she yelled at him for after he had spent hundreds of dollars on. She never got rid of it apparently.
“Holy… shit!” He was so happy to have the jacket. “Where did you get this?”
“Okay, it was in the crawlspace this whole time. Cause I was mad. I was so mad that I couldn’t return it, so I just hid it, and I told you I returned it. So, there you go.”
“You’re awesome.” They laughed together again and he motioned for Anna to come closer and held up the jacket with an amused grin on his face. “You want to try it on?”
“I can?”
“Yeah.” He chuckled, nodding and she turned around, slipping one arm after the other in the sleeves and she then turned back to them, stretching out her arms with a big smile. The piece of clothing was way too big for her body, but she loved having it on. He joked that she looked like a little badass and then drew her into a hug and she sat in his lap, and he pressed a kid on her forehead.
“I’m sorry.” Lucille then said, catching his attention. “I’m really sorry I made a big deal out of it. If I’d known…” She took a deep breath, briefly closing her eyes. “like, all this was gonna happen, I wouldn’t have cared about a stupid credit-card bill.”
“No. No, no, no…” He shook his head. “See, I, um… I don’t deserve anything from you. And you shouldn’t be apologizing to me. Uh, it should be me apologizing to you, and you.” He glanced at his daughter, soflty holding her chin in between his thumb and index before turning to Lucille as he spoke. The smiles on both Lucille and Anna’s faded as the conversation got a little more serious and the girl just looked down at her empty plate, listening. “the pain that I put you through… You know, uh… You know, I lie awake at night just wondering how I got so lucky that you have stuck with me.”
“Come here.” Lucille stood up and walked around the table and sat on his laps, holding his face in her hand, the other on her daughter’s shoulder. “I stuck with you ‘cause I could always see the man you are right now. Even when you weren’t. And that asshole really had it comin’.” She assured, almost crying.
“Yes, ma’am.” They shared a kiss and they all fell asleep easy that night, until he woke up suddenly at the sound of water dripping from the fridge. Lucille and Anna both sat up in the bed after he jumped off, almost running to open the freezer and the moment he did, water came flowing out of it. This was really bad. He grabbed the thermometer inside and looked at it with a grave glimpse in his eyes. After a cheerful evening, the day was starting off on the wrong foot and even the 11-year-old knew that it meant nothing good. She wished she could just go back in time and spend another good dinner time with them. “Remember that guy and his family came through here a while back? The kid had leukemia, uh, and they were looking for this group of doctors that travelled around in a mobile clinic? Well, I remember. I sat down with him. He showed me his map. These doctors, they take the same route every time and they make the same stops. I think I know where they are, and if I leave right now, I can catch them before they move on.”
“They could be dead by now if they even existed to begin with.” Lucille retorted. “And then what do you do when you find them? You have nothing to barter with, so just stop.”
“I will figure it out.” He insisted, grabbing the bag he had put all his stuff for the journey in, but she cut him off, raising her voice, telling him to stop and Anna, still sat on the bed, looked at her feet.
“I have something to tell you. Anna, could you go upstairs, for a moment? I need to talk with your dad.” The young girl nodded, and hopped off the bed, and going upstairs. She stayed in her old room for about half an hour, going through her diaries and looking at toys lying there and pictures. Before leaving, her dad came to hug her and promised to come back quickly but Anna was scared he wouldn’t and she went back to her mom, who tried explaining to her that even if he did come back with the bags and things needed for her treatment, she wouldn’t make it. He just didn’t want to give up. There were a lot of crying and tears from Anna who didn’t want to lose her mom but then a few days passed, and then a couple weeks during which Anna took care of her mother the best she could but her health was declining more rapidly without her treatment. She was very weak and tired all the time so Anna would read her books and cuddle with her until one day, Lucille asked her to take some of the food in the basement and go upstairs to wait for the return of her dad, telling her she wanted to be alone as she was extremely tired. Anna didn’t know what to do so she gave a big hug to her mom, gathered her things and went upstairs, as requested. The girl was growing even more scared of ending up alone as time went by and her dad didn’t come home. After a few days, she decided to go check on her mom. She had realized she forgot to take her father’s jacket with her and went to get it. As she stood by the door, she read a message her mom had written on it but didn’t understand what she meant so she knocked timidly.
“Mom? Sorry, I- I forgot dad’s jacket. Can I come in?” She waited, almost holding her breath and put her ear against the door. There was no noise, just complete silence so she opened the door and walked in on her mother, sitting in bed, one hand cuffed to the bed frame and a plastic bag taped over her head. “Mom?” She stared at her, her eyes getting teary. She stepped towards her to take off the bag but immidietaly backtracked when her mom let out a death rattle and her head slowly rose. When she groaned at Anna, trying to get at her with her other arm, the young girl screamed and then started to sob hysterically. She stepped back, slipping on something on the floor and fell, begging her mom to stop. She didn’t want to face it. Her mother had had enough and killed herself and came back as one of these monsters she heard outside but it was so traumatic to see for her. She managed to get back on her feet, took the leather jacket and ran out, covering her ears, letting out sharp cries. She ran upstairs and went to hide in her room. It had only been a few weeks that her dad was gone and she was scared she was going to die alone in this house, but she was too fearful to go out on her own. She waited there, under her bed, curled up, clutching onto her dad’s jacket, only daring to come out when she was getting hungry, but she quickly ran out of the little food left.
Weeks later, her stomach was hurting from not eating and she woke up under her bed, almost jumping, hitting her head to the bed when she heard the door open and a voice rise in the house. She was still a bit sleepy and didn’t recognize the voice so she stayed hidden, burying her face in the jacket and crying, like she would do every day since she found her mother turned into a monster. She hoped that whoever came into their house wouldn’t search it because they would find her, and she didn’t want to be killed but when she clearly identified her dad’s voice, coming up from the basement, calling her name as he walked around the house and came to her room, she stopped her crying, sniffing slightly and came out of under the bed.
“Oh, my god…Oh, Anna… baby…” He immidietaly fell to his knees and drew her into a tight hug, holding onto her as if his life depended on it.
“Dad…” She sobbed. “Mom… she…”
“I know. I know, apple pie… it’s gonna be all right, I’m here. Shh, shh, it’s all right…” He caressed her hair, rocking her in his arms, stroking her back, trying to calm her down and comfort her but he knew that after witnessing her mother in such a state and spending weeks alone, she wasn’t going to forget it at the snap of a finger. His daughter would be left traumatized from the death of her mother. “Hey, hey, hey… look at me.” She tried getting a hold of her crying as he held her face in his hands. “We’re leaving, okay? Together. It’s you and me from now on, all right? You gotta stay close to me, and do what I tell you, okay?”
“Okay.” She said, in a shaky voice. He then had his daughter grab an old school bag, telling her to take a few things and as night fell outside, she accompanied him to the fence, where equipped with pliers, he cut a long end of the barbed wire stretched above the fence and wrapped it around a bat he had with him. Anna had no idea where he got that baseball bat, but that didn't matter. Her mother was dead and now, it was only her and her father against the world. The two of them against the monsters. He told her to stay right by the door, outside and he came out of the house coming up in flame a couple minutes later. She was silently crying, following him to his motorcycle and sat behind him, holding onto him.
They drove for a while and he pulled up next to an old bar and got off the vehicle. He turned to his daughter.
“Hide here, keep quiet and stay out of sight, you hear me? Don’t come out until I come for you.” She nervously nodded and she crouched in the shadow of the motorcycle, looking around, holding her breath, watching her father walk around the establishment. She jumped in surprise at the sound of a gunshot in the distance and closed her eyes shut, her hands covering her ears. She was shaking. When a shooting started, she pressed her hands harder, burying her face in her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks. This was a lot for one night and she couldn’t even know what was going on as it was too risky to come out and she was too scared to even move anyway, and maybe find her dad shot or something like that. It was her worst nightmare, losing her father now that she had lost her mother, and be alone forever. After a few minutes, the shooting stopped, and she dared look up. She didn’t see any movement around the establishment but stayed behind the motorcycle. Her father hadn’t come back for her, and she didn’t want him to get mad if she disobeyed and maybe put herself at risk, which is what she understood to be the reason of her having to hide. And she had no idea that she was going to have to hide even more in the future. Little did she know who she would see her father become after tonight…
Anna was walking around Alexandria, Adam in her arms while Alden still worked on renovating the place; staring into space, she was lost in her thoughts, letting her mind dwell on old memories from her childhood. She was young when it all started, and greatly traumatized by the death of her mother. Everything that happened made her who she was today but maybe some of that trauma could have been avoided but it was never up to her. Her dad fucked up. She was a child who followed him around, stood by his side but then happened what happened when Rick and his group came around and here she was today, with a son, in a relationship with Alden and pregnant with his child. With how things started out for her in this new world, she never thought she would have a family of her own, beside her father, whom she always fought for, despite hating him sometimes. It had always been only the two of them in the end and he was the only one who would never wish her harm while everyone could one day turn on her but she didn’t really believe that anymore. She trusted most of these people and knew which would help her if in need.
As she walked, she came near the gate, opened as a group amongst which Carol and Maggie, got ready to go out and do whatever, she saw her father casually walking into Alexandria and froze. She was surprised to see him back, so confident, after Carol told her she brought him outside to live away from everyone else, and especially, from Maggie who still held a grudge against him. From a distance, she watched Maggie stare at him. One day, she was definitely going to kill him, and it coud only be a matter of time.
[To be continued…]
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Published (11/13/2022) by Andrea
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M!A: Cheyenne Dawn Wyatt, your life has been plagued by difficulty. It has not shaped who you are, as your heart is only yours to control, but it has forced you onto the path you walk now. But what if one of the most important events in your life had gone differently? Come forward. Let us see who you would be had your life veered down an alternate path, be it for better or worse.
The woman who steps forward is familiar, but somehow completely different.
She stands, walks, and looks ahead like she's meant to be there; her demeanor is a far cry from the panicked deer more commonly known. This version stands firm and focused, a hand swiping through her free-flowing curls and stares at her counterpart in confusion.
They're twins; more accurately, they are each other, mirrored versions of a whole whose paths diverged. One, a ghost of a human, meek and frightened to tread the very earth on which she walks. The other...she possesses a natural fierceness about her. A deer and a falcon inhabiting the same form.
"My God..." The confident one adjusts her glasses to get a better look. " I know that statistically, everyone has at least 23 people who look exactly like them, but you never expect to actually meet one. Not out on the street, anyway."
The timid one can only nod. "Well...that's not exactly...I mean...well, you look like me, because you are me."
She blinks, eyes narrowing. "Funny...what, is this some kind of scam you're trying to pull? I know fans have a tendency to get obsessive, but pretending to be me is so-"
"You're name is Cheyanne, right? Cheyanne Wyatt?"
Arms cross. "Yep."
"But your friends call you Shy, and your dad used to call you Doe."
The confident one looks rattled. "You...are you stalking me?" Desperate hands reach for a phone in her jacket pocket. "I'm done, I'm calling my lawyer and he can deal with you, I'm not doing this Single White Female bullshit!"
"Shy, stop! How else can I prove...Wait!" She darts for her double's hand and pulls it back as she protests, screaming and flailing until the original finds what she seeks; a tiny white scar, almost invisible. "See this? You got that in second grade because you were feeding that stray alley cat that mom told you to stay away from and it scratched you. You lied to mom and said you hit it on a nail and you had to get a tetanus shot, and you never told anyone."
The confident one stops moving. She can only stare in mortal terror as this woman with her face-her other self-looks at her, desperate for an ounce of recognition.
The timid one, now markedly less timid, sighs, body deflating. "We have...a lot to talk about. Your life in this universe has gone...let's say, much differently than mine. I'll fill you in."
((ALRIGHT! I didn't get a time limit on this one so I'm going to set it for 24 hours. For convenience' sake, I'm going to call normal Shy, Shy, and the good path version Annie. Annie is what would happen if Shy's mom never met her ex husband and Shy had never had to have been exposed to so much emotional abuse at such an early age. She would be more confident in herself and able to recognize red flags as bad rather than as loving. She's a horror novelist and has a popular novel out about two cousins who uncover and have to destroy a dark family secret.))
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Advice to Work on Yourself 🪁 in June 2023: Leo
Page of Wands - 7 Pentacles - The Tower & Ace of Pentacles
Regarding: 4 Swords
Immediately I started hearing Taylor Swift’s “You Need To Calm Down”. I actually do really like some of her songs, but Spirit never picks those. Then I’m singing this one for the rest of the day 😆
This all relates to a job or something you cannot wait to leave, but haven’t yet found your replacement, so calm down. But also take care of yourself, this whole row is the point of this all, self care. We’ve got a woman with a mask on her face, another in a bubble bath, you’ve got journaling here…it’s looking like it’s time for a spa day. Or month. Hanged Man & Hermit includes feeding your spirit, your inner self, taking good care of your health - mental, emotional, and physical. Maybe taking a vacation altogether, but one with a lot of alone time, I’m not seeing social stuff. There is a message here directly regarding mental health, possible anger issues, or an emotional imbalance of some kind, maybe one that makes it hard for you to “calm down”. Mental health should no longer be a stigma, I think most of us can agree we’ve all got some traumatic history or just difficulties keeping it all together, that could be helped right? It doesn’t hurt, it helps 🙏
When Page of Wands came out initially, I thought they were a child. With horse and the connecting cards, they could be a particularly wild or “angry” child. Possibly Sagittarian. Mental health may relate to them in some way. Be very careful how you approach that, if so. This could also be relating to postpartum for someone. If that’s the case, then the issue is money, and this is something that needs to be actively saved up for, it’s another bill on the priority list, like electricity. In the meantime, lots of self care routines ❤️ There are also thousands of resources online for free, to help with the habits & negative self talk part of things. A lot of patience is required, and to consciously not act out impulsively in destructive ways. Give your hair some extra conditioning, paint/trim your nails or give yourself a new funky hair/facial hair style, listen to meditation music, feed your faith, vent in a journal, explore new areas, whatever the thing. All of them. Self care 💯 Don’t force the message, only take what resonates and if it don’t, it don’t.
For the job, that’s the main energy here, you want to impulsively walk up to people in this place with your middle finger up, telling them where they can shove it. But you still have a bit of time to wait before something else comes along, and you’re being told to not screw yourself over like this, because your money situation could be a disaster if you did. Saving money is something you need to actively do, doesn’t matter which story fits. Don’t quit. Don’t pop off. Don’t act on impulse. I’m getting the vibe that something will definitely take more time, maybe more than you even thought initially, and I see no outcome this month. Waiting and waiting. But in the meantime, there’s something very positive to be had via meditations, getting in touch with spirit guides or your ancestors, watching for signs, shadow work on some level, calming & revitalizing your spirit, as best as you can. Make sure you’re getting the rest that you need. Try to apply better anger/trigger responses and removing yourself from frustrating situations and people - back to a place of zen & peace.
It’s also possible a job has let you go, putting you in financial chaos, and you’re wanting to take aggressive action against them, because you put a lot of hard work into this and you’ve been betrayed, hurt. In that case, the advice is to calm down, try to see things from another perspective. I’m getting something is a waste of money, time, or both, and you’re too close to the situation to be able to see it. I don’t actually see anything legal, but in the case there is, I don’t see a good outcome. If none of this applies, the most basic interpretation is to stop worrying about others and focus on healing yourself, along with any long lasting pain, anger, and grudges. Journaling may be key to your healing. A lot of possible options with this reading, but I’m seeing many different levels with many perspectives and have to cover them all.
Animal Oracle: Condor 🦅
“You’re too enmeshed in this situation, so step back and see the bigger picture before making any decisions or taking action.”
You’ve lost perspective here because you either believe there’s something you absolutely need to have happen or else you’re simply being too stubborn to let go, step back, and take a fresh look at your circumstances. It’s the forest vs the trees dilemma. You’re too close to clearly discern the reality of what’s actually taking place. So make practice of detachment. Most people think of this as a cold, sterile way of responding, but nothing is further from the truth. It’s worse to remain so utterly involved and entangled that you lose perspective - and sometimes even yourself. This familiar pattern stems from the guilty feeling that somehow you’re not doing enough unless you’re completely immersed in a person or situation, continually trying to fix the problem, person or situation or rescue people. While this gives a temporary sense of satisfaction, it also creates unhealthy dependencies.
True detachment is objective compassion, where you still care very much but are distanced enough so you’re not under the illusion you can control the situation or person through your intervention or participation. 1st, be present and attentive. 2nd, speak your truth or remain silent. 3rd, keep the focus on what really matters. Lastly, let go of any attachment to an outcome. This is how you keep perspective. You can state your preference without insisting you get your own way. Express yourself, while honoring & respecting others, and see what happens.
Artist Oracle: ORLAN
- Don’t fear pain. Art is an anaesthetic.
- Do you like who you see in your petri dish?
- Become your paradigm.
Advice:
- Start Journaling
Charms:
Leo ♌️ on Condor just confirms you’re having a hard time staying emotionally detached from an outcome or situation, staying logical, and seeing things from another perspective, which is what The Hanged Man is forcing you to do. Search yourself with The Hermit, what in you applies here? The Hanged Man is everyone else. What in them applies here? Inner work is taking priority for you even though you are fired up and impatient for whatever you want.
Moon & Star 🌙⭐️ on The Hermit again is self care, healing, love. You could be working through old traumas, fears, things you haven’t really paid close enough attention to because they weren’t conscious to you in the first place, and still aren’t. The Moon is hidden, but The Star heals.
Horse 🐎 on Page of Wands is like a wild stallion, I get Knight of Wands energy from this. If not your own energy, there’s heavy Sag here, that could be a child, a person, a placement, or this is just childish energy that comes out in destructive ways. Or wants to. Like a wild horse, it needs to be “broken” or rather…disciplined, controlled. I don’t like any of those words to describe it tbh but you get it 🤦♀️
Owl 🦉 on The Tower is seeing all sides to a situation before acting recklessly, that’s part of your advice. Because you’re so close to whatever this is, a break is necessary, there’s something you can’t see with The Moon charm that needs healing. This refers to inner wisdom, intelligence, it’s similar to The Hanged Man in the way of multiple perspectives to one situation, but you’re just seeing what you see, or perceive, or know, but that’s not everything.
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Go up cautiously and go down with enviable confidence, the rhythm of your breathing bears no relation to the rhythm of your hand as it runs over your partner's body.
His skin is smooth, firm in places, where it's obvious he's been exercising; On your way you find some scars, all of them the product of the stories that he has told you and that you have lived together.
You feel the sweat that covers his body, as well as the one that descends through yours thanks to gravity. They try to synchronize their breathing but it's useless, every time one of you enters they break the harmony with a moan.
At the beginning it was rough, a rough start that cannot be compared to now. It took getting used to the closeness, the touch, and the width of the penis. However, once they both found comfort and security, the moans that emerged managed to find a harmonious rhythm that managed to fuel mutual desire.
A breath of air anticipated a groan. An oversight caused by pleasure made the attack much deeper and stronger, the nails did not take long to come out in defense to dig into the opponent's back.
- This feels good.... -
With difficulty a voice emerged between moans and splashes. Everything was fine, or at least that's what the broken voice wanted to communicate. "I feel like I'm in paradise" snapped the second in response.
A kiss on the lips sealed the show of mutual approval, in turn, this began a slow journey that would end on the shoulder blade. Upon reaching there a bite would give the signal of daring welcome.
Again the pressure on the grip increased, the scratches were not limited to the back, instead the shoulders and arms also received marks.
— Don't be so animal... You'll leave a mark on me. —
It didn't seem to matter, at least on the surface, it actually helped the pressure in his jaw lessen. On the other hand, the teeth fit again when the guiding hands were positioned on the thighs of their partner to try to change position.
— No... I don't want to change... —... — Why? —... — In this position I can feel that you fill me up and I like it... I like it a lot. —
It wasn't the moans that inhibited her speech, the embarrassment of listening instead, almost seemed to draw a crimson canvas on her face. Surely, if those words were ever spoken again without her approval, perhaps changing her name and faking her death would ease the dishonor on her ancestors.
An accomplice smirk arose in the more sarcastic of the two. How could she refuse such a pleading face? It was impossible. Her smile, on the other hand, disappeared for an instant when she noticed that the opposite body had acquired its own movement, a slow and clumsy one, but that motivated him to widen his corners and seek synchrony in her hips.
— I'm glad you were the person I lost my virginity to. —Multiple kisses had been given, they needed to reaffirm their confidence— This is also my first time. —
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