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ofoceansandtombsanew · 8 months ago

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Your Love, Like Birth and Death

cw. jjk faerie au, banshee!reader (she/her pronouns, afab), seelie prince!gojou, mutual pining but gojou's love is heavier, descriptions of blood and injuries

pairing. gojou x reader

notes. i should be working on the unseelie lord toji fic but this concept is still wracking my brain so y'all are getting this right now instead. lovesick faerie prince gojou for you, you and you! (also, spot the furuba and mirai nikki references lol.)

This Court is dyed in the colors of Life, you note this particular morning.

Of course, this is something you’ve noted every morning since you’d been brought to this palace nearly a month ago. Yet you aren’t tired of noting it.

The Court you have found yourself in is beautiful. From the ledge you lean against, it almost feels like you can see everything in Faerie.

You see the royal gardens, a mass of long grasses and moss dotted by colorful wild blooms. Overgrown and yet each flower seems right where it is supposed to be.

Beyond the walls of the castle, you see stretches and stretches of blue spruces and just beyond that a lake that almost seems purple. If this were a palace in Unseelie territory, you might have thought a kelpie lived in it.

Across the courtyard, souls living and deceased move as if in a dance. The living with their duties for the day, unaware of their ghoulish companions drifting about. Some have the ever permanent dribble of poisoned wines falling from their lips, others' have blood seeping into their clothes from their torsos and others are missing limbs although they find no difficult in moving.

The sight of death faeries is one that gruesome. A mixture of life and death, the path you folk walk on until you return to nothing.

Neat yet unkempt, wild yet tame, expected yet unexpected ー that is the beauty of Faerie you’ve grown accustomed to in the centuries since your creation.

A beauty you rarely have the opportunity to appreciate when you often find yourself in the realm of humans, heralding death.

You wonder how much time has passed there since you’ve come to the Court of Reckoning. All while the skies have lost the traces of violet, peach and marigold that painted the dawn skies and have begun settling into a lovely shade of pastel blue.

“I see I’ve finally found you,” when you look over your shoulder, it’s one of the prince’s advisors that greets you. The one with the long raven-black hair and brown eyes that remind you of humus-rich soil. You see the makings of a black tail with a tuft of fur peeking from his cloak and believe him to be some sort of phouka. “I almost thought for a moment our honored guest had disappeared,” his voice is light and airy, but he seems relieved to an extent. “I’m glad my concerns were proven untrue. Satoru would be quite unmanageable if that were the case.”

You shake your head, smiling politely, “I enjoy watching dawn turn into morning.” You look at the large bouquet in the phouka’s hands ー an assortment of lavender roses, baby’s breath and ferns.

“Our prince is too busy to deliver these himself this morning,” Suguru explains once they’ve caught your eye. You make sure to not let your fingers brush against one another when you reach for the blooms carefully. “Love at first sight, purity and fascination it is supposed to symbolize,” the advisor recounts the meaning of each bloom dutifully. He’s exasperated, you can tell. “Do you like them?”

“Yes, they’re quite lovely,” you believe so truly. Everyday since your arrival to the palace, the prince has had bouquet after bouquet gifted to you. Even if he cannot deliver them himself. “As were the rest I’ve received.”

“I’ve never seen Satoru so smitten,” you avoid the phouka’s gaze. “You should have met him when we were younger. He was adamant that he’d never be besotted with anyone lest he become a fool.” There’s a light pause as Suguru recalls the evening Satoru brought you to this palace. You who are cloaked in death and all of her colors. “Look at him now. He’s certainly caused a stir in his insistence you’ll be his queen. He’s a charming fool, though, I am sure.”

You prefer to think of the prince as a ridiculous fool but you cannot deny that he is charming. Dangerously so. If you hadn’t known better, you would have thought him to be a gancanagh, a love-talker.

“Please marry me,” came the soft request as sky blue eyes stared into your very being. “And I’ll love you more faithfully than any man, fae or otherwise.”

You try not to remember the way your chest clenched in surprise. How you were so surprised it almost felt like your skin had warmed. It’s best not to focus on that memory at all.

It’s a ridiculous notion, a seelie prince in love with a banshee.

“The prince is simply confusing gratitude with love,” you return Suguru’s gaze with a polite smile. You hope he believes you. “He’ll realize that soon and I will leave this place.” You know that will bring palace staff a great sense of peace. If there is one thing you’ve learned in your long life as a banshee it is that even if the Folk spurn mortals and their blink-of-an-eye lifespans, there are many things faeries and humans have in common.

A fear of death is certainly one of them.

As such, to the vast majority of faeriekind, Death Folk like yourself are not looked upon favorably. Banshee and dullahans alike, you’re more like pests in their eyes.

You banshee women who scream and keen if death is near.

The dullahans who hear those screams and arrive when that final hour has approached.

Yes, you know how death fae are viewed. You’ve heard the whispers in the palace, how you are an omen of malevolence to come. That your kind are like roaches. Should one appear, others will soon follow suit.

This is why you’ve come to appreciate this private ledge on the castle walls that receives less foot traffic than the rest. You’d rather the staff of the palace have peace of mind in your absence while you live in the palace even if their prince insists you can venture the halls as much as you’d like.

Once the promised revel he hopes to throw in your honor comes to pass, you know the prince will lose his interest in you. Then you will leave and continue about your existence until you fade into nothing but a vague memory in his subconscious.

That's what you truly hope when you see the prince in question later on in the day for lunch in the garden.

How his eyes light up and he stands to his feet as Cypress, a lovely pixie tasked with being your attendant, announces your arrival. How he doesn't even wait for you to reach the table before he comes to meet you. You are unused to being treated like royalty and yet their prince insists that you are. "You won't believe how the old hags go on and on," he sighs, remnants of annoyance dancing in his tone but his voice is soft with you. Cypress takes the dismissal in stride. "I couldn't even come see you for breakfast. Did you like the flowers?"

He wraps your hands in his own large palms, seemingly unaffected by your corpse-cold skin, as he has done every time you've met since your arrival. "Yes, they were beautiful," your smile is small and doesn't quite reach your eyes. You hope this ridiculous yet charming fool realizes that loving one such as yourself is more trouble than good. That his love truly is just misplaced gratitude. "You really don't have to send me flowers every morning."

The prince disregards your words the way water rolls off the back of a duck, "next time I'll bring you the flowers myself." He guides you to the table filled to the brim with food you aren't accustomed to eating. "Will you tell me your favorites finally? I've been going out on a limb with my guesses."

"My tastes in flowers are unique, to say the least," maybe it's your nature, but your favorites tend to circle around the prevailing theme of your kind. Lavender to give the dead peace in passing on, calendula for blessing and love. Dandelions in the seed head stage were quite popular with ghost children, still finding them just as amusing as they did when they were alive. "The flowers you send me are more than enough." The prince pouts but he decides to let you skirt around his request once more. You bring focus back to the spread, "it looks like you've demanded everything in the kitchen."

There are strawberry-and-whipped cream filled pastries, cold cut platters and buttery biscuits to name a few things. The tip of the iceberg of everything on the table.

"I wanted to make sure our bases were covered," the prince grins, teeth as white as his hair. "I hope you like lavender chamomile, that's today's tea. I've never had it before." He drops cube after cube of sugar into his cup, drizzles the contents with honey before finally pouring in a splash of cream.

You take your tea plain and enjoy the gentle fragrance. Lavender buds are just barely visible below the tea's surface. You close your eyes as the flavor hits your tongue. It tastes as wonderful as it smells. "Yes, this is quite nice. I really like it."

"Should we have it for tomorrow as well?" He's too eager to curry your favor.

You open your eyes to dissuade him but your attention is instead drawn to a headless hob nearing your table. You've seen this hob before, skirting about the palace bitterly as he carries his head in his hands much like a dullahan. He's old, even by fae standards, with a long beard. There's no question as to how the man died, beheading. You hope it was quick.

His beady eyes glare at you with a quiet rage similar to how most fae spirits do. You wonder how long he has been like this, refusing to board the carriage of any dullahan that may come to collect him and bring him to the Otherworld.

You personally believe that faeries leave behind ghosts more than humans do.

It's why you've often seen ghosts from a distance at revels, dancing from dawn til dusk even if they will not be perceived by the living. Even if they can no longer don the fancy dresswear they were able to dress in.

Time and time again, they will do this. Staunchly refusing death even after they're already in its hold.

"Oh, is there a ghost with us?" The prince notes how your eyes dart between him and the space he perceives as empty. "What's it saying?"

"Tell this lout that I sooner hope his rule is contemptuous and brings the Court to ruin!" The hob's head seethes. "That his many days are fraught with danger! Gakuganji is my name and this is the curse I cast upon him!"

Folk can't lie, but you you prefer not to relay the bitter message. "He hopes your rule is one that is," you lick your lips and raise your cup to your lips. "Filled with exciting thrills," not an exact lie. Perhaps to this radical prince, those sorts of threats are exciting. "He says his name is Gakuganji."

"Exciting thrills, you say?" The prince barks in amusement, shoulders shaking with his laughter. "That doesn't sound like the traitorous scoundrel I know. You don't have to lie, he's probably cursing me and my bloodline for generations to come as we speak." The hob growls at the lackadaisical nonchalance of the elf. But it seems he has had his fill as he stomps off before he can hear more insult to his person.

"Gakuganji has lost his touch even in death," the prince's amused chuckles turn into light sighs "You wouldn't have liked him very much when he was alive," you're sure you can agree with that much of the prince's words. Gakuganji, as you now know him, has been one of the more unpleasant spirits in the palace. "He was very stuck in his ways. What's it like, seeing ghosts all the time?"

Normal?

You can't quite remember what it was like when you were a newly-made banshee and everything was new. Nor can you remember the life you once led as a human. You simply remember your death was a terrible, terrible thing. "It's as normal to me as it's normal for you not to see them," you set your cup down. "If someone asked you what's it like to see the blue sky everyday, it would be a strange question, correct?"

The prince takes in your words thoughtfully, not slighted in the least. "I guess that's true," he nods to himself. "I just wondered if it was something that took some getting used to." The prince removes his darkened spectacles from the bridge of his nose. "I told you before I have pretty good eyes. I'm able to perceive a lot of things no one else can from mana to the shape of one's soul. But the spirits of the deceased are exceptions to my eyes, it seems."

"Your Highness," you begin.

"Satoru," the prince corrects you swiftly.

"Your Highness," you insist. This boundary you won't cross for yourself. "I'm not sure it's really wise for you to tell me about your eyes. I'm not a member of this family or your closest allies."

"But you will be," he tells you as if he's simply remarking on how pleasant the weather is. "I will become king of this Court and you'll be by my side as my queen." You're quite sure that if his mother, the High Queen, has anything to say about it, she'd sooner relinquish her throne to a random nixie than allow a banshee to wed her son. "I trust you as much as I trust Suguru or Nanami."

You wish he wouldn't.

A Seelie prince and his banshee queen? That sounds like the start to a ballad meant to insult him.

It's misplaced gratitude, not love. That's what this prince feels for you. You tell him as such once again as you have everyday since you were brought here. "You'll realize that soon, maybe even before the revel you plan for me," you whisper ー no, you pray. "There will be another you yearn for and you'll realize the difference."

The prince will fall deeply, truly, unapologetically in love with someone and he'll discover the truth.

Perhaps it will be a lake maiden of Spring whose dreadlocks drip with water droplets that fall onto dewy cinnamon-brown skin. Who sings of the beautiful red and pink of the roses and of love.

Or maybe it will be a selkie man who doesn't mind living far from the sea as he's brought a love as deep as the ocean along with him. Whose coat is donned in scars and scratches from battles past, a reflection of his form as a seal.

Or maybe he can grow enraptured with his phouka advisor whom he trusts more than anyone in this life.

Someone dyed in Life's colors.

Someone beautiful.

When that time comes, you'll be happy for him. Maybe then the ache that resonates through your heart and bones will end.

The prince isn't the only fool here, you admit reluctantly. You're just as much, if not more so. But this feeling will come to pass, "this is just gratitude. Fascination. Not love."

"You think I don't love you?" The prince asks quietly, resting his chin on his palm as he looks at you. He says he has good eyes, he wonder what you look like to him through them. You who once was dyed in Life's colors but have since become painted over by Death's brush.

Death folk with death folk.

Life folk with life folk.

"I know you don't," he can't. You can't allow either of yourselves to do so. "A banshee by your side as queen," you want it sound ridiculous to both of your ears. "It's absurd."

There are no rules that state your union is forbidden, this you know. But the laws of nature are simple. Life and Death co-exist separately, unable to exist without one another. But there has never been a tale where the two joined together as one.

Maybe you're just too scared to be the first.

"I want the woman that I love by my side as queen," the prince replies smoothly. "Your species is of little importance to me. All that matters is that my love is returned in full. Please, allow me to be yours," he reaches for your hand once more, stepping out of his chair in favor of sitting on bended knee. "More than anyone has or ever will, I love you. This is an unwavering truth."

The blood of the love-talker must run through his veins. Why else do you feel like this? Your desire for this prince will eat away at you until you become undone and return to nothing. "You're a prince. It's the duty of the royal family to provide heirs," even the smallest sprite knows this to be fact. "Are you asking me to stay with you and have them?"

"Please have my children," azure stares seriously into your pale eyes that were once [color] when you were human.

Your skin feels warm at his unabashed request.

Gojou Satoru has no shame, that you have become sure of in the near month of knowing one another.

He had no shame when he asked you to be his bride when you first met.

There was no shame to be found when he insisted that you stay in the palace as an honored guest he owes his life to.

Nor is there any shame to be found in him now when he cups your cheek in his furnace hot hands to guide your lips down to his, long white lashes fluttering shut.

I shouldn't, your mind screeches at you. I shouldn't allow us to get even one millimeter closer. Yet you make no move to do so as your lips are just barely touching whenー

"Your Highness, your mother is requesting you," Nanami's mild-mannered drawl saves you at the last minute.

You jerk back into your chair in relief, heart pounding. You aren't able to make eye contact with anyone, least of all the overworked horned elf-kobold hybrid brought to receive the Gojou heir.

The prince clicks his tongue in annoyance, glaring over his shoulder at the advisor, "she can't wait? We haven't even begun eating yet."

Nanami looks just as annoyed to be there, "the faster you heed her call, the quicker you can go back to fawning after the object of your desires." He tells his prince. "And the faster I can get back to resting."

The prince with snow-white hair clicks his tongue once more, but he doesn't argue against it. He turns to you regretfully, "I'll have to leave again. Perhaps we'll have more time together at dinner," you hope the wait for dinner is longer still. You know the prince hopes the time passes as quickly as he can blink.

Warm lips press against the back of your hand, lingering for five seconds longer than they should.

The bones of your hands ache.

Extra:

Title comes from a Nizar Qabbani poem: [Your love / Oh you with fathomless eyes / Is extreme /mystic / holy / Your love, like birth and death / is impossible to repeat]

My favorite bit in this is having the reader refused to call Gojou by name even in the narrative dialogue, in a futile attempt to keep distance between you both. I hope you guys found that riveting as well

Part 2? Should there be one? Perhaps there should be... y'all let me know

#look she's writing #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk faerie au #gojou x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #faeries #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x you #fair folk #mythology #i had a lot of fun writing this

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crimsonbubble · 1 year ago

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cw. fluff, flower shop au, gn!reader *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[big tired man gets pampered and spoiled by his favs <33] it's fathers day and I thought this was too cute of an idea to pass up :(( all of my knowledge of flowers came from the internet so don't mind that

Miguel deserves to be spoiled

he works so hard to provide and care for his family

so when fathers day rolls around

you and Gabi finally get a chance to take care of him

forcing him the night before to take the day off tomorrow

he knows you're planning something but he doesn't press

he wakes up to you gently shaking him

he can hear faint giggling which brings a soft smile to his face

giving him a quick kiss before telling him to "jump in the shower. Gabi and I are waiting downstairs."

he'll roll over in bed and watch as you quickly leave the room and down the stairs

he'll stare at the clock on the wall, trying to Wil himself to leave the safe warmth of the bed

he eventually just throws himself off the bed and goes to the bathroom

as soon as he enters the bathroom, he can see a pre-picked outfit for him

he'll close the door and find a jacket hanging on the rack with a note that reads 'to match ours ♡'

I couldn't find a kid version but you can imagine it :D

after his shower, he comes down in his new outfit and jacket

his eyes going wide and then softening when he sees that their matching outfits and jackets

Gabi comes running in with a big bouquet of flowers, holding it up to him

Miguel takes it as he examines the colorful arrangement

his eyes are warm as he reads the note sitting among the flowers 'happy fathers day ♡'

words seemed to elude him as he carefully set the bouquet down on the table

you quickly hand him another bouquet, from you

he looks at his fondly before also setting it aside

he swiftly picks up Gabriella, giving her a tight hug as he wraps an arm around you too

"you didn't have to do all this, my loves."

you and gabi tsk, shaking your heads with a smile

"you work so hard to take care of us. let us take care of you this time."

you and gabi both give him a kiss on the cheek

a quick flash goes off as the polaroid camera spits out the picture

you give the picture to Gabriella who waves it around, letting it develop

the picture slowly formed to view miguel with a big grin on his face as he received kisses

you carefully placed the picture to lean against the vase of the bouquet

"okay, let's leave now. before it gets too crowded."

you usher them out the door as you grab your bag on your way out

you make sure the blinds are closed, lights are off and doors are closed as a final check before stopping to gaze at the two bouquets on the table

you'll tell him the meaning of the flowers someday

but for now, you check for the little black box containing matching rings

a honk startles you as you shove the box back into your bag and run out the door

miguel is leaning against the car as Gabriella got out of the driver's seat

clearly she was having fun with honking the horn at you to hurry up

you glance at the flowers in the neighbor's yard, admiring the beautiful roses as you got in the car

aster, symbol of love, daintiness

baby's breath, everlasting love

bittersweet, truth

calla lily, beauty

red chrysanthemum, I love you

fern, secret bonds of love

forget-me-not, true love memories

heliotrope, eternal love, and devotion

white jasmine, sweet love

iris, faith and truth

red salvia, forever mine

red tulip, passion and declaration of love

#bubbly flower shop au #bubbly writes <3 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara imagines #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara headcanons #spiderverse x you #spiderverse x reader #miguel x reader #atsv miguel

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srsconcha · 11 months ago

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Finally after weeks of brainrot here it is my Demigod AU, this au takes place in a very far, far, far future even after Beth and Shermie.

After Fern was reborn in the tree of the end of the series and being found by Shermie, Fern becomes a legendary sword in future generetions by choosing adventures every once in while after the pasing the last one. But with a legend there always comes problems, on a fight with his last bearer is abandoned in the time room, where he meets again Prismo.

On the other hand Prismo develop a romantic relation with Scarab and beteween the help eachother to heal and grow to better person (you know the drill pick your favorite fanfic for this part) during all this time Scarab was given permision to be a god auditor again so hes coming and leaving as his works demands.

So everything is peaceful int the time room, Prismo is hanging around waiting for Scarab to come back home, until a magic sword appears and results that he recognices the entity the posses it, after all your best friend used to have a little brother.

Recalling what has been with their lifes in all this time, Fern expreses how he wishes to distance himself for a while of adventuring after his fight, but doesnt know where to go or do, so Prismo offers him to stay in the time room meanwhile.

Prismo do this for 2 reasons

1.Prismo feels a bit guilty for what has become of Fern after all he create him by accident, making him a sword and inmortal in the process, so he will take reponability for this help Fern.

2.He owes it to Jake, at this point in his life Prismo moved on Jake death but still remember him with so much care, he give him so much happy moments on his life, not caring for his status as wishmaster and prefering to hang out with him rather than making a wish (the sandwich doesnt even count) and the only reason for that to change was to save his younger brother, so it seems fair to help somenone so important for Jake.

And after this Fern stays in the time and over time the three of them make a sort of family.

So thats it, I still have soo many ideas, headcanons and drawings I want to share for this au but right now im tired, my hand hurts and its 2am, so see you later

#sr.sdibuja #adventure time #fiona and cake #prohibitedwish #the scarab #prismo the wishmaster #prismo #fern mertens #fern the human #adventure time fanart #fiona and cake fanart

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femoso-seben · 9 months ago

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Cod Virus AU

The virus is manmade, but the public doesn’t know this— no one knows this but the US government. The Virus is attached to a person young the virus is colloquially called sludge virus. There are two types of viruses; Mobile and stationary.

Mobile:

1st Stage: a strong cough and rash at the bite point, acts like pneumonia.

2nd Stage: The flesh begins to be eaten up and sores open up starting from the bite zone. The flesh begins to melt and get saggy on the body, movement and motor skills deteriorate and speech also begins to slur.

3rd Stage: Infected fully lose control of their body, and have the urge to bite and infect others. Their body slowly turns back and slimy.

4th stage: black sludge on the ground that seeps Into the ground and sprouts the second type of virus

Stationary:

1st stage: black sludge

2nd stage: strange fern-like growth that gets up to 10ft tall

3rd stage: fully mature and sends out spores in the wind.

4th stage: humanoid statues frozen to the ground releasing spores.

Price:

Stress: high

strength: tired

Health: Excellent but tired

Mentality: Good but Weary

Goal: trying to find the progenitor of the virus knows it’s connected to a girl

Laswell:

Stress: High feels like the world is on her shoulder

Strength: average

Health: Excellent

Mentality: poor stress over

Goal: this is a former CIA experiment that’s gotten out of hand and she must catch the progenitor

Soap:

Stress: high

Strength: average

Health: poor

Mentality: bad

Infected: first stage, currently quarantined

Gaz:

Stress: above average

Strength: Tired

Health: Average

Mentality: upset that Soap is infected

Goal: to save Soap brought up the idea of amputation to save him

Ghost:

Stress: Average

Strength: a little tired

Health: excellent

Mentality: focus on the mission

Goal: finding and securing the target

???

Stress: High

Strength: Low

Health: poor

Mentality: bad

Goal: to survive

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Love for someone to draw this.

#call of duty #141 #cod #simon ghost riley #captain price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #cod mw2 #modern warfare 2 #Cod virus au #virus au

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n0va25 · 2 months ago

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Medieval AU - Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Plot | In another universe, Claire is a vigilante hero with a bounty on her head - traveling the land during wartime and helping where she can. One night she decides to set up camp in the woods, but something - or someone, catches her off-guard.

Word Count | 2,550

Tags | fantasy, knives, slight violence, flirty banter, sexual tension, cussing, Sebastian is a sarcastic jackass per usual.

[ Tell me if y'all want a part two ;) ]

Her legs were burning, but she couldn’t stop running. Not yet.

She could hear them closing in - the twigs and leaves making subtle noises as her pursuer followed her every move. The quiet echo of their footsteps told her that they were good. They had to be to catch her so off-guard.

How could she be so reckless? She knew it was a risky move camping overnight – an even riskier move lighting a fire. With the bounty on her head as large as it was, Claire was constantly running from hunters attempting to catch the infamous “Vixen.”

After days on the move, she was tired and thought she had managed to shake anyone who could be tailing her. The dark forest surrounding her was dense and far from any settlement. Gnarled trees twisted up into the canopy above, blending into one mass of leaves and branches: a perfect cover from prying eyes. After hours of pushing through brambles and ferns, Claire had found a small clearing. It was big enough to set out a bed roll and maybe even start a small fire to cook food.

Her mouth watered at the thought of a hot meal. So many days she’s had to scrounge whatever edible vegetation she could find on the forest floor, not allowing herself to stay still for too long. Although today she had been extra careful, and she was absolutely certain no one was on her trail. Claire avoided breaking branches; she swept the ground behind her as well as walking in circles to confuse any followers. She could allow herself this one moment to finally relax.

The rabbit caught earlier still hung from her belt as she gathered flammable sticks and foliage for a fire. She began to think of the coming days. She should be coming up on Fairifel soon, a village near the port – one that also is currently under control of a vile, cruel, group of fiends. Led by one known as Harlow, the right-hand of another crooked man named Rookwood. They had decided to take advantage of the current war between kingdoms, capitalizing on panic and overpowering towns of innocent people. Claire scoffed to herself – she despised those evil men.

She stood, looking proudly at her nest of kindling, then pulled flint out her satchel and a dagger from her boot. She took the dagger and struck across the flint sending sparks over her neat little nest. Claire smiled as one spark found its home within the dry grass and twigs, quickly growing into a flame.

Soon her rabbit went from her belt to warming nicely on a spit over the fire. The wait was agonizing, but the warm food was worth it. Claire was ravenous and tore into the meat like she hadn’t eaten in days. It was tender and sweet, bringing Claire back to memories from before…

Before she lived this kind of life.

The campsite was cleaned, the fire was doused, and Claire sat down and began to let herself relax. Her eyes started to droop, nearly closing all the way so she could finally sleep.

A sudden crack jolted her from her sleepy trance, a stray branch break perhaps or an animal. No, that was not a normal sound, this was a person.

Shit, shit, shit.

Frantically she jumped up, grabbing her satchel and booking it in the opposite direction of the noise. Claire’s attuned ears could hear their reaction, the sudden rustle of leaves and soft thud of quick steps validated her fear of a pursuer.

Gods she was so screwed! She needed to think fast or else her long run as a faceless vigilante heroine would be over. Luckily, she was relatively familiar with this neck of the woods, if she was even luckier, her pursuer wouldn’t. Counting on her memory, there should be rocky terrain that helps create a system of narrow passageways. If Claire led her special new friend into it, maybe she could manage to lose them. It was risky putting herself in such a tight situation, but right at this moment she didn’t have many other options.

She deftly maneuvered through trees and thick brush, avoiding mud patches and rough ground. Claire felt the adrenaline coursing through her as her lungs tightened and muscles burned. Nearly there, she was nearly there. Finally, the rocks came into her view, and she could almost laugh with relief. Wasting no time in jumping straight into the opening, taking a quick right and then another right. She knew a way to the center, where the rocks allowed her to climb up to the top. Hopefully the turns were tight enough that whoever followed her, couldn’t detect her exact direction.

She moved as fast as her feet could take her, the rock walls scraping against her skin as she squeezed through tight crevices. The blood was pounding inside her skull, drowning out her conscious thought but her exit was coming into view. Claire’s hands were shaking as she gripped the rocks jutting out and she hoisted herself up. She reached the top and navigated across the surrounding rocks. Jumping down, her feet back on the forest floor, she kept on running until she was at least several hundred yards from the rocks.

Claire could slow down now but she didn’t stop moving – she wasn’t completely sure that she had lost whoever was following her. She focused her mental energy on her ears, honing in on the forest sounds, listening for anything that could indicate she wasn’t alone. She could only hear the gentle hum of cicadas and the quiet swoosh of leaves on the trees in the wind. Relaxing more as she couldn’t hear anything that warrants concern, she leaned against the nearest tree to take a breath.

“Don’t relax yet sweetheart.”

Her blood ran ice cold, and she could’ve sworn her heart stopped beating for a split second. Claire’s eyes flew open, and her head snapped toward the direction of the voice – behind her. She tried to push off from the tree, stopping when she felt the cool touch of steel on her neck.

“Ah, ah, stay where you are. Your posters say dead or alive, and I’m betting you prefer the latter…”

Her special friend was a man, his voice was deep and breathless, likely from running after her. She could just hear the cockiness in his voice which only made her want to stab him in the throat.

“So, you’re a bounty hunter huh?” Claire sighed out, annoyed she had finally been outsmarted.

He scoffed, “Well aren’t you smart.” Clearly sarcasm at her pointing out the obvious. Claire didn’t care, she needed time to figure out how she was going to get out of this. Keeping him talking was her best option, because he seemed like the kind of guy who just loves to hear the sound of his own voice.

She could hear shuffling as the bounty hunter moved, slowly moving into her field of view while keeping his knife pressed against her neck. He placed a hand on her shoulder, pressing her against the tree, probably for extra insurance in case she tried anything else. It was dark, but the moonlight still illuminated most of his features. Claire’s eyes first noticed the plethora of freckles covering his face, then the messy mop of brown hair atop his head. As they trailed back down, she found herself staring into his eyes. They were dark, most likely brown, but she couldn’t make out what shade in this lighting.

Claire found it strange that there was no malice in his eyes. They were completely calm, nearly emotionless as he just stared back at her.

“Alright then, you caught me. Now what? Gonna tie me up and hand me in to the authorities?” Claire planted her feet where she was standing, slowly pushing up against his knife so she could have full range of motion. Surprisingly, he let her stand without additional threats.

Tall. He was tall. Lanky bastard. Maybe she mistook him for a tree and that’s why she didn’t notice him following her. Then again, she had no room to talk being the tallest woman anyone she met had ever seen most of the time.

The bounty hunter’s lips slightly quirked into a smirk, which quickly disappeared before he finally decided to respond. “Not so fast. You’re pretty famous you know, lots of people talk about the mysterious Vixen that’s been wreaking havoc all over Valhaven. Maybe I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about, but if we’re being honest,” he leans in closer, “not that impressed.”

As he’s leaning away, she can see his arm slack – which means she has an opening.

Quickly she leans away from the knife, simultaneously bringing her closest hand up to push the blade further away from her throat. She can see his eyes widen at her sudden movements, but that doesn’t stop her other hand from snaking under his arm holding her shoulder to land a hit straight to the underside of his jaw. The bounty hunter’s head whips back from the force, and as he’s disoriented, she maneuvers herself so that the arm holding the knife is now over her shoulder. Her stance is steady as she throws her weight forward, flinging her attacker over her shoulder and onto the ground below her.

The hunter lets out a groan seconds after hitting the ground, while Claire wastes no time in kneeling on his arm to wrench the knife out of his grip. She can tell she knocked the wind out of him because he still isn’t moving to get up. Taking this extra time, she straddles his chest, holding his arms down with her legs as she places his own knife to his own neck.

Classic karma you cocky jackass.

His eyes are now open, though she can’t quite discern what is going through that thick head of his. Claire just gives him her best victorious grin as she leans in close to his face.

“You were saying something about…what was it, not being impressed? Am I still not meeting expectations, or should we run that again?”

A small chuckle came from the man underneath her. She could feel his chest shake slightly as he laughed and his eyes almost sparkled as he grinned at her. Intriguing, he was certainly intriguing.

“Something funny?” Claire asked, truly baffled that he would laugh with a knife to his throat. Then again, no ordinary bounty hunter could have caught her.

“Well now I see why your bounty is so high. You certainly know how to hold your own …. Vixen.” His voice lowers at her name. Claire puts slightly more pressure on the knife, causing a thin line of crimson to decorate his skin.

“As much as I’d love to sit and chat, I’ve got places to be, and I can’t be having you getting in the way. People’s lives are in danger and I’m one of the few who will help. So, you’re going to answer my questions or this knife,” Claire adjusts the knife for emphasis “is going through your neck into the ground underneath.” Her eyes narrow, trying to appear as intimidating as possible.

People may not believe it, mostly because rumors about her have spiraled out of control, but she has only killed on a select few occasions. Some people think she’s a spy for opposing kingdoms, sent here to stir up chaos and disarray. Others believe her to be a crazed, bloodthirsty criminal who kills without a second thought. The rest put their thoughts toward the truth, which is the fact she only disrupts the deeds of wicked men. Corrupt black-market sales, vile abusers, illegal weapon trades, resource blockades, hostage situations, etc. She’ll stop anything nefarious that she can, but the cruel people who survive tend to spread rumors of a masked woman terrorizing the town.

The hunter’s eyes become serious as he registers her threat. “Easy there, I didn’t come here to spill your blood…”

“Then why come for me at all? Did someone send you after me? Or are you just some low life that picked up my wanted poster?” Claire demanded, her voice raising in volume.

“Low life? Harsh.” The man feigned offense. “I was asked to find you by a certain someone, but I never told them that I would do it. I only said I’d think about it.” Claire looked at him in utter confusion. “Strange I know,” he must’ve read her expression, “but I only bring people in who I feel deserve to rot in prison. Hence why I’m here. Like I said before: I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

“So essentially you’ve decided that you’re judge, jury, and executioner.” Claire remarked. “Not much different from you I gather.” His response was quick, and he wasn’t wrong.

“Well then,” Claire cleared her throat, thrown off by the strange turn of events. “Have you reached a verdict then, oh wise one?”

His eyebrows raised, clearly finding this back and forth of theirs entertaining. “Maybe I have, though holding a knife to my neck does put a damper on things.”

Claire rolled her eyes. “This same knife was held to my own throat less than five minutes ago. Care to give me one good reason why I should stop returning the favor?”

“Fair enough,” he sighed. “Look, I’m not planning to try and collect on your bounty. You seem…different from most bounties out there.” The man seemed to really contemplate his last few words and she nearly believed him. She couldn’t trust him though, not yet.

“Real flattering,” she scoffed. “And why should I trust a word out of your mouth?” Another smirk, and a mischievous glint flashes in his eyes.

“Because I could have done this ages ago…”

Before she can comprehend the words coming out of his mouth, she can feel something jerk her to the side. The man shifts underneath her at the same time, increasing her momentum while she’s flung to the side. Her whole world flips as she’s thrown to the ground and suddenly the bounty hunter is now the one on top. Because she was straddling him, the hunter is now situated between her spread legs whilst her arm holding the knife is pinned above her head. Claire can feel her face heat at the realization of their awkward position. Her embarrassment is also partly because she was just outdone again.

“Trust me now?” The man ribbed, with a stupid smug grin on his face. He then released her arm and stood up. Still lying on the ground, Claire took a second to grasp what just occurred. Once she sat up, a hand was presented to her by the hunter, and she hesitantly accepted.

“…. who are you?” she asks breathlessly. Her eyes rose to meet his own, almost as if she could find her answers within the depths of his gaze. She didn’t let go of his hand; some part of her didn’t even realize she was still holding it.

“Sebastian,” he smiled at her, a genuine one with no hints of the showy bravado from earlier. “I’m assuming your name isn’t ‘Vixen?’ However nice a name that may seem.”

“….its Claire, that’s my name.”

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Lonely Nights

Librarian's note:- I know I'm terribly late, but here you go...

Book info:- Books- ->5- Can you give me another chance? -> 9- Your love means so much more to me than you imagine.

Starring:-Scaramouche (Modern AU setting) Bookmark:- gn!reader, flowery scent:- hurt/comfort

Warning:- Scara ignoring you and treating you badly, kissing

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“And have you ever considered that I might not want to spend time with you? That I might want you out of my hair?”

~◊~

This night was the same as the last, and the one before, and more. Your boyfriend arrived silently in the dead of night, grabbing the cold meal you’d prepared for him hours ago and reheating it. He ignored the questions you sent his way, about how his day had been, where had he been, why was he so late, and the like. Naturally, this made you irritated. Scaramouche had been coming home very late these past few months, you barely saw him throughout the day. And when you did see him, he either gave you the cold shoulder or responded with short, clipped sentences. At this point, you felt less like his girlfriend, and more like a stranger or a servant; he only ever talked to you when he wanted something done. And this night, you’d finally had enough.

“Scaramouche.” He stopped whatever he was doing for a moment, then continued with it, looking at you over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. This time, your tone was different- firm and assertive. ”What is it now?” He drawled out disinterestedly. “I’m tired of this.” You said bluntly, bitterly. “I’m tired of waiting for you to come back in the dead of night. I’m tired of seeing you once or twice in the entire day. I’m tired of you constantly ignoring me. I’m tired of this relationship. I’m tired of us, Scaramouche.”

The indigo haired male merely looked annoyed. “Ugh, what’s this all about, [Y/N]? Come on, I’m sleepy, I’ve been out the entire day. I have better things to do than this.” He said dismissively. “That’s exactly what I’m saying!” You snapped. “You said it yourself, you’ve been out the entire day. You barely spend any time with me. Do you even consider me as your girlfriend anymore? Hell, you spend more time with that traveller Lumine than you do with me!” Now you were angry, your voice raised even more.

“And have you ever considered that I might not want to spend time with you? That I might want you out of here? That I might enjoy Lumine’s company more than yours?” The words were out of Scaramouche’s mouth before he could think about it, his ice cold gaze turning to look at you.

And he knew he’d messed up real bad when he saw your face.

The angry expression dropped from your face, replaced by a look of utter shock and disbelief. You sucked in a shallow breath as you both stared at each other. There was an indefinable emotion in Scaramouche’s irises as he looked at you. He wanted to take back his words, but his pride prevented him from doing so.

A heartbeat passed. And then another. And another. You were the one who broke the staring contest, the surprise changing into an emotionless expression. “Alright. I can see where I’m not wanted.” You said in a freezing tone as he briskly walked past him into your once- shared bedroom. Not even five minutes later, you reappear with two duffel bags in your hands. You’d managed to haphazardly stuff most of your important belongings into them. You came out to find Scara sitting relaxedly on the couch, eating the meal. The one you’d prepared.

He sat up straight when he saw your luggage in tow. “What are you-” “We’re over, Scaramouche.” You said coldly and firmly. He stood up angrily. “You can’t just do-” “I can damn well do what I want. There’s no ��us’ anymore. Goodbye.” You cut him again roughly, promptly walking out the door, shutting it behind you. Scaramouche made no effort to stop you, he just stared at you as if expecting you to say that it was a joke.

It wasn’t. The chilly night wind instantly hit you as you stepped outside. A tear ran down your cheek as you debated what to do next. You weren’t going back, that much was certain. There was still traffic on the road, despite the time. You walked some distance to a nearby park and sat down on the swing, pulling out your phone to message your friend group.

‘Lukewarm idiots’

Y/N_real ik its late but is anyone awake?

Haitham Go to sleep, Y/N.

Y/N_real look whos talking anyways thats exactly why im here need a place to crash tonight till i sort things out

Haitham I see. I’m not letting you anywhere near him from now on. Sorry, I’m not home tonight…

Y/N_real thats fine np

Nilou<3 why are yall awake? oh I agree with haitham

Jokemaster Send me your location. I’ll come pick you up You can stay with me tonight.

Y/N_real Omg TYSM CYNO

Jokemaster And tomorrow ill go murder sc*r*

~Kaveh~ HELP Same ngl

Haitham Count me in too, Ill be back tomorrow

Nilou Me too! How dare he do something like this to my precious N/N???

Y/N_real GUYS DONT I was the one who walked out on him T.T Anyways -insert location-

Jokemaster omw

~~~~~~~

You were grateful for your friends, you really were. God knows what you’d do without them. Within minutes, a sleek black car came speeding towards the park, and the white haired male that was Cyno stuck his head out the window, motioning you to get in, which you did without hesitation. The moment you closed the car door, Cyno immediately said, “I’ll freaking kill him, I swear.” “Cyno NO- actually you know what, I dont care anymore. Do what you want. I’ve had enough.” Cyno scowled. “Finally you broke up with that a**hole. It’s about time. He never deserved you anyways.” There was silence for a bit, which you broke with, “Cyno, thank you so much. I really owe you one.” “No, you dont. Not at all. If you want, consider this as compensation for giving me that limited time, exclusive TCG cardback.”

The moment Cyno opened the door to his spacious apartment flat, you instantly get tackled. “Hey-ow-HEY!” You exclaimed, making out the faces of Nilou and Kaveh, hugging the life out of you. “Welcome back, N/N.”

In their endeavours to cheer you up, you all binge-watched a bunch of Netflix series the entire night with a gigantic stock of snacks. (It worked.)

***********

Meanwhile Scaramouche was just sitting quietly, staring at the door. The fact that you’d actually left hadn’t sunk in yet. He kept expecting you to open the door, apologising for having walked out on him. How hypocritical. He should be the one apologising.

He was awake that entire night. Only when the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains did he realize that you weren’t coming back.

His mind was blank the entire day, as he gently shut the door behind him. Even his ‘acquaintances’ seemed to notice that he was out of it that day. Heck, he didn’t even pay as much attention to Lumine as he usually did. He came home early that night.

When he opened the door, he just stood there for a good minute, as if expecting something. He slowly realized that it was Y/N he was waiting for. He had grown too accustomed to Y/N badgering him with annoying questions about his day, then smile and say that dinner was ready. He worked on autopilot as he headed towards the kitchen, just to find that there was no plate of delicious homemade food waiting for him.

You wouldn’t ever be waiting for him at home with your boundless love ever again.

********

Over the next few days, your absence made itself blaringly known to Scaramouche. Takeout boxes littered the floor. He stopped going out as much. Everything reminded him of you. How the shade of that tree used to be your favourite hangout spot. How you loved those stray kittens. How that restaurant was your favourite. How that couple blissfully sitting in candlelight was once you and him.

When did things start to go wrong, he wondered. When did he start leaving you on read, not show up to dates, and ignore you. When and why did he start growing distant? Why on earth did he push away the only one who’d loved and understood him like no other? Now he was left all alone, longing desperately for a single glimpse of you.

He opened the last chat thread between you and him, bitter memories resurfacing. It read:-

‘Y/N <33’

Scara: Y/N Scara: I’m so sorry Scara: I really didn’t mean that, I swear. It just slipped out in the heat of the moment. Scara: Shit, I know you’re really mad at me, but goddamn I swear I didn’t ever mean to say that. I know I haven’t been treating you well recently. Scara: But please, can you give me another chance? Scara: Your love means so much more to me than you can imagine.

{read}

Y/N <33 : No. Y/N <33 : You really hurt me, Scara…

{Y/N <33 has blocked you.}

**********

Months had passed after the breakup and Scaramouche couldn’t bear it. Regret and guilt drowned him every day; not a moment went by without him cursing himself out for having said those two damned sentences that made you snap. You too had left him like everyone else, but this time, it was completely his own fault

He missed you. He missed you so much that he wanted to go to your doorstep and beg for you to return, if only he could find you. But the stars weren’t aligned in his favour. They never were.

You didn’t miss him. You got over him. Your beautiful shared memories were something that only brought you sadness now, at what couldve been. But you knew that something like this was inevitable to happen. After all, this is Scaramouche we’re talking about.

You’d been rooming with Kaveh and Alhaitham these past few months. And you were happy with it. I mean, the liveliness (of Kaveh and Alhaitham screaming at each other at the top of their lungs) was quite a welcome change.

*********

4 years had passed since, and Scaramouche still hadn’t seen you. He was barely holding on. For the sake of his sanity, he tried going out with others. To try to forget you. But it never worked. Because Scara knew that you were the one for him.

It was a starry night. Scaramouche idly walked past a restaurant to clear out his thoughts. It used to be your favourite restaurant, he thought wistfully.

And then he froze.

4 years. It had been four years since he’d last seen you. Evidently it wasn’t long enough for him to forget you. Because you were standing right there.

He couldn’t move; he couldn’t breathe.

He thought he’d be ecstatic when he saw you. Then why did he feel like he wanted to fall on his knees and scream his lungs out?

Because an unfamiliar man was one one knee before you, holding your hand delicately, gently slipping a ring onto your finger.

You were happy, content. He could clearly see your joy on your face. And it stung, because you’d never worn such a beautiful expression on your face when you’d been with him. Not even once.

He saw the two of you embrace tightly, before kissing each other deeply. He turned away; this scene was too painful to watch.

He was too late. He wasn’t enough anymore. Actually, he’d never been enough. You were always the one for him, yet he wasn’t ever the one for you.

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 1 year ago

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Mm, Daddy Daddy

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Description: Being a student is hard. For your Master's degree, you have to contend with classes, labs, and assignments in addition to feeding yourself. You're treading water coming into the end of the Spring Semester when your roommate tells you she is breaking her portion of your lease and moving in with her new fiancé. You're left at wit's end and you're not sure how you'll make ends meet. Until, that is, a friend and colleague suggests a website called icanbeyourbaby.com. You're not sure what you'll find there, but Jake Seresin is not it. He's everything you've ever dreamed of and more. But can you keep him despite the contract the website insists you draw up? Will this ever be more than a short-term business arrangement? You hope so. Disclaimer: Female Reader, Slight BDSM, Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby Relationship. This is also very clearly an AU! In this universe, Jake is a high flying, jet-setting lawyer, a very successful one. This is a story completely full of adult elements. It is for adults 18+ only. Minors Do Not Interact. Warnings: Reader gets paid for her companionship. This is a Sugar Daddy/ Sugar Baby agreement, after all. Word Count: 4354 Author Note: Hello, hello all you beautiful people! I'm insatiable and you only have @desert-fern to blame for putting this thought in my head. Fern, this one is for you! I hope you'll find yourself a Jake to entice you into studying and call you 'His Good Girl'! 🥰 😘 Also, the real ones know. The title for this fic comes from Sam Smith & Kim Petras - Unholy.

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College sucks. You love learning, and you love being surrounded by so many different, amazingly talented people. What sucks is how expensive it is. Even with a scholarship, a roommate, and not one, but two full time jobs, you're just barely making ends meet. You've just gotten out of a double shift from hell when you walk into your apartment to see that Joanna, your roommate, has her boyfriend over. They're making out on the couch, and while you'd love to ignore them, you need to make yourself dinner and then write a ten page treatise on the effects of pollution on bivalves due tomorrow during your last class for your final grade.

Just as you're pulling your last Cup Noodles out of the microwave, making a mental note to buy more tomorrow, Joanna speaks up.

"Hey, Blue." She sounds nervous for some reason. "I'm glad I caught you before you headed to your room for the night."

"Hey, Jo!" You sound about as tired as you look. "What's up?"

"Well…. Austinproposedtomeandisaidyes." Her last words are too fast for your already stressed brain.

"One more time, Jo? Slowly?" You point to your head. "My brain's kinda fried and I didn't get any of that."

"I said, Austin proposed to me and I said yes." She's proffering her left hand out to you and you can't help your own squeal of glee as you examine the ring and congratulate her.

"Umm, you're the sweetest, you know that, Blue?" Why does she sound so sad when she’s telling you such nice things? "I hate to do this to you, but, um. Well, I'm moving in with Austin this weekend. Our landlady is letting me break my part of the lease, so the place is all yours."

You just congratulate her again, and watch as she and Austin retreat to her bedroom. When the apartment is quiet again, you begin to think. You dimly note how the fork in your hands goes clattering onto the countertop as you try to mentally catalog how many extra shifts you'll need to take to make your next month's rent payment and pay for classes at the same time. But no matter how you do the math, it doesn't add up. You'd need to work more hours than there are in the day and you still wouldn't have enough money.

It's a conundrum that continues to churn away in the back of your mind as you slurp down the cold noodles and finish writing your paper. You'll need another roommate, at the very least. But summer break has already begun, and you're not likely to find one. Los Angeles is expensive. You mull it over for weeks, even after Joanna moves out. It's your lab partner at the Marine Institute, a girl named Samantha, who suggests an unlikely idea which might just be the most likely solution.

"Create a profile on this site: icanbeyourbaby.com. It's a sugar daddy/sugar baby site. It's full of older men looking for companionship. I started it a couple of months ago and I don't have to worry about anything anymore." It's true. Sammie doesn't look stressed or tired anymore. Her clothes are all new. You thought she'd just gotten a great job, which is why you'd asked if her boss was hiring. You'd never have expected Sammie with her neon pink and yellow hair, piercings and tattoos to be a sugar baby.

You turn the thought over and over in your head, trying to puzzle another way out of your situation without going into prostitution or living in the campus library out of a duffle bag for the rest of the year. When nothing else comes to mind, you fill out a profile on icanbeyourbaby. You stay as true to yourself as you can, feeling heat in your face and ears at the extremely in depth questions about sexual experience and kinks. Finally, you add a selfie taken recently at a friend's birthday party and hit submit. The congratulations screen is so cheery that you almost immediately want to slam your laptop lid down and curl up under your blankets.

But you don't, because right as you try to, huge cheesy letters spell out "Congratulations, you got a match!" You're then routed into a chat window. You've been matched with a user called longhornlover, and when you click onto his profile, your jaw nearly drops out of its socket.

His name, when you read through the details, is Jake Seresin. He's a lawyer working for a law firm downtown. He's just turned 34, and you can't quote this enough, he "needs a pretty girl on his arm for galas, dinners and parties, who is intelligent and able to keep up a conversation". Is this guy for real? At least the age gap isn't too bad. He's only 11 years older than you. Money is apparently no object and when you've flipped back to the open chat window, he's already messaged you asking you to meet him for coffee.

You can't be blamed for saying yes, right? It's way too easy to sink into chatting with Jake on the app. He's more attentive than every man you've ever spoken to and he gives you butterflies every time he messages you good morning.

The day of your first date, you wear your best dress and walk out of your building, prepared to walk to the bus stop in order to make it to your date on time. You're definitely not expecting the shining blue Porsche idling on the street or the six-foot tall man leaning elegantly against the door. Jake's even more gorgeous in person.

You stammer all over yourself as you greet him and then allow him to help you into the car, and whisk you away. He takes you to a little coffee shop outside of the city. The hostess leads you to a secluded booth and hands you a menu that is a leather bound book with no prices anywhere on the pages. It's quiet as you order an iced coffee and hand the menu back over.

"So, Blue, can I call you that?" At your nod, he continues, "Why did you sign up? What made you consider being a sugar baby?"

"Oh, I, um. My roommate just moved out, I'm working two jobs and I don't know if I'll be able to make rent, my school fees or be able to feed myself now that she's not going to be able to split rent with me." Your voice is quiet, ashamed. You're asking a stranger for money, practically.

"You're in school, your profile said. What are you studying?" He glosses over your shame so easily. Rich people really do have different cares from ordinary people like you.

"I'm at the University of San Diego getting my Masters in Environmental and Ocean studies." At his inquiring glance you continue, elaborating on the program a little bit. You finish up just as your waitress drops off your coffee, twirling her manicured nails in her hair as she smiles fetchingly at Jake. It's very satisfying to see how he doesn't respond to her at all.

"Thank you for telling me about yourself." He takes a sip of his coffee. "So what are you hoping to get out of this arrangement?"

This is the question you've been asking yourself non-stop for the past few days.

"I'd like to not have to worry about whether I'll be able to eat if I pay my rent and tuition. Or if I'll be able to sleep at night if I work and still have assignments I need to complete." You sip on your coffee, praying that all of your nervous sweating hasn't exposed the raccoon circles permanently tattooed under your eyes. "W-what do you want out of this?"

"I want you to be healthy and happy. And, when I have a company party or event to attend, I want you on my arm, smiling and being just as gorgeous as you are right now." His voice is so soft that the butterflies swarm up your esophagus.

"I can do that. Um, what about, um, sex things?" Your voice drops down to a whisper as you say the last words, sinking into your chair while furtively glancing around to see if anyone heard you.

"That's all up to you. I'd love to be able to call you my girlfriend and lavish a bunch of affection on you, including making you feel good. If that's something you're not comfortable with, then let me know." Jake's green eyes are glimmering with amusement as you stutter out your agreement.

Your eyes go even wider when he fishes an iPad out of his briefcase and pulls out a contract. He goes over every inch of it with you, making changes based on your comfort level, and then you both sign. That's how you became a sugar baby.

At the beginning it was all new and exciting. Jake deposited a quarter of a million dollars into your bank account the next morning, calling it your quarterly allowance. A part of you still doesn't believe that he's real. In the six months since that day, you've gone to no fewer than five parties, dressed to the nines in designer gowns with diamonds dripping off of your fingers, throat and wrists and been swanned around as Jake Seresin's girlfriend.

You love the kisses and possessive grip he has on your waist at those events. But you're at the point in your relationship, and it is a relationship - Jake had shredded the contract months ago, where you want more. You want the sleepovers at his penthouse downtown. You want him to call you his Good Girl and mean it as you bounce on his cock. So you take matters into your own hands. One Friday afternoon you let yourself into his penthouse, glad that at least you have the keys and don't need permission to do so. You set your bookbag down on the leather ottoman in the living room and pad into his bedroom.

Jake's bedroom is your favorite place in the entire apartment. It's all pale wood and glass. His bed sits against the sole wall, a plush pillowy California King that you love taking naps in. You walk into the gigantic walk-in closet and pull out one of his button-down shirts, a pale cream one that you love seeing on his golden skin. The fabric is rich and silky and most importantly, ever so slightly transparent. You strip off all of your clothes and swathe yourself in the silky shirt. The cool fabric has your nipples turning into firm points and as you look at yourself in the mirror, you know Jake's going to love seeing you in his clothes, too.

Then comes the next part of your plan. You settle down on the sofa with a throw over your lap and begin to study. Even though you have seduction on your mind, it's still finals season. Now, you wait. You're completely immersed in your Marine Law class when you hear the door open and Jake walks through the door. He's got a bag of groceries in one hand and his briefcase in the other.

"Hi, doll!" He sounds exhausted.

"Hi, Jake!" Your voice is soft as you wave at him from your blanket burrito on the couch.

"How was your day, baby?" He sounds exhausted. You answer him from the couch, barely noticing him until you feel a kiss press against the side of your head. It's Jake, now dressed in just a pair of sweats with damp hair.

"When did you shower?" You can't help the confusion in your voice as you rub at your eyes from behind the frames of your glasses.

"Twenty minutes ago, baby." You can feel the amusement in his voice. "What're you so immersed in, huh?"

"Marine law." You keep scanning the slides in front of you, ignoring how his hands are tracing across your shoulders.

"Y'know, baby doll, I am a lawyer. So you can ask me for help if you want?" You can feel your resolve flagging as he sets your laptop down, unwraps you slowly from the throw, and tugs you into his lap. His hands trail teasingly over the bar expanse of your thighs, pausing at the junction of your hips, caressing the soft bare skin there.

"What do we have here, Baby Blue?" His voice is deep and velvety as he rucks the shirt up a little, knuckles firm against your bare stomach.

"W-wanted to wear your shirt, Daddy." You can hear the rumble of his voice as he groans, trailing his fingers over your peaked nipples and back down to the apex of your thighs.

"And the rest of your clothes?" He's got a firm grip on each thigh, tugging them apart until your bare pussy is completely exposed.

"I-I took 'em off. Just wanted to be surrounded by your scent, Daddy." Your voice is a mewl as Jake massages teasingly over your clit, the barely there touches sending even more heat coiling through your veins.

"And you decided to be my good girl and study while you waited for Daddy to come home?" His calloused fingers pluck at your nipples with each word.

"Y-yes." Your chest is heaving, your mind going fuzzy and blank as Jake's - no - Daddy's hands rob you of all thought.

"You've been such a good girl, baby doll. D'you want your reward?" The fondness in Daddy's voice has you writhing as his hands open your tight walls up for him.

"Yes please, Daddy! Please!" He lifts you up with one thick forearm before working the sweats down to his knees. Now, you can feel Daddy's cock as it glides over your weeping hole as you wriggle in his lap.

"Come sit on this cock, Blue, baby." He punctuates the order with kisses that steal the breath from your lungs. You love when Daddy kisses you like this. You tug the constricting button down off, and carefully sink down onto his hard length. Daddy's cock is so big and thick that it nearly splits you apart. Each inch has your mouth open in a silent scream, and when he bottoms out, you're sweaty and exhausted. Your skin feels too tight and electric shocks are zipping across every inch that he touches.

Daddy takes pity on you, letting you quiet on his cock, feeling how your walls clench around his length as you settle back against his chest.

"God, look at you, baby Blue. So pretty, my good girl, impaled on Daddy's cock like that." Daddy's big hands cup your tits, and you shudder before melting further into his arms. After several moments, he leans forward, tugging your laptop back onto your lap. "Gotta make sure my good girl is comfy. That she knows daddy is here for her always. Now, you sit here and study. If you're good, I'll fuck you until you scream later."

You're already so wet and aching for Daddy, that it'll be sweet torture to spend so long impaled on his length. His cock is pressing up against all the parts that make you see stars. But you're Daddy's good girl. So you do what he says. The first few pages, you're completely distracted, wriggling around in Daddy's lap, wanting more stimulation. But eventually you fall into a flow state, Daddy's presence comforting.

You lose time. You must, because it's dark when the laptop closes and Daddy peppers kisses across your exposed shoulders. You're still impaled on his length, each thick inch pressing against your walls in the perfect way. You're slow to respond to the teasing caresses, nuzzling against the palm of Daddy's hand sweetly.

"Aww, baby Blue. You're so good for me, doll." Daddy's voice sounds so fond and it makes a small part of you light up. His praise and gentle words make you feel even better than his cock buried in you. When he lifts you off of his length, you sob at the empty feeling, weeping cunt clenching on nothing where it had once been wrapped around Daddy.

Before you can blink, you're splayed out on your back on Daddy's comfy leather sofa. He's crouched between your legs, gazing raptly at your heat as he pets across your hips and lower belly in slow soothing strokes.

"D-daddy?" Your voice is tiny, as you try to swivel and nudge your hips closer to him.

"Yeah, baby doll?" Daddy punctuates his words with kisses against your inner thighs and your mound. Your mind whites out a bit at the pressure as he flattens his tongue over your fluttering, wet slit. His voice is smug as he continues, "D'you want something from Daddy, baby?"

You don't get the chance to respond, though. Between one breath and the next, you're being treated like a steak dinner placed before a starving man. Daddy feels like he's everywhere. His mouth and fingers devour you whole. Your entire body feels like a live wire, warring sensations dancing like electric currents across your skin as the band in your gut winds tighter and tighter. It feels like you're on a tightrope, dangling over a cliff.

Each heaving breath feels like too much and yet not enough oxygen is entering your lungs. You're begging and babbling, tugging on Daddy's hair in graceless sweeping motions as your mind forgets how to move or do anything than be at Daddy's pleasure. It's when Daddy growls against your cunt that you cum, screaming his name as your muscles lock with the force of your orgasm.

When you come back to yourself, it's on the cool satin sheets of Daddy's big bed. You feel wrung out and exhausted, mind floaty even as your limbs struggle to cooperate. You've just managed to sit up when Daddy wanders in, holding a condensation covered glass in his big hand. You make grabby hands for him, smiling as he drags you against his chest as you sip on the cool juice in the glass.

"How are you feeling, baby?" You nuzzle in closer, sleepily peppering kisses across his chest.

"Feel good, Daddy. Y'always make me feel good." The kiss Daddy presses against your lips consumes you body and soul. It takes several moments before you collect your frayed strands of thought.

"B-but, what about you, daddy? Did you cum?" Your voice is soft as you take his length in your hand.

"No, Blue, baby." His breathing hitches with each pass of your hand as you work his length in your fist. "But you don't have ta'...... Ahh!"

Each stuttering breath makes your smile just a little wider. Daddy's so pretty, his tawny mane of hair spread out against the pillow as a flush spreads across his chest. His big hand is curled around your bare hip as you slowly pump his length.

"Doll, are you just going to tease me all night?" His voice is so fond as he tugs you close.

"No, Daddy." You melt into his chest as he kisses you. Each long slow slide of his tongue plundering your mouth has you pressing yourself closer. You kiss your daddy slowly, losing yourself to the touch.

"D'you want something baby?" There are big hands on your hips, stalling every movement as you try and fail to search for friction.

"Blue!" He's laughing now, peppering kisses across your pouting face as you fight to eke some pleasure out for yourself. But no matter what you do, you don't move.

"What're you searching for, huh, baby?" You growl as a result, stilling your hips as you suck kisses down his throat. You relish in the moans pouring out of Daddy's throat, brattily ignoring the teasing path of his hands across your lower stomach and breasts.

It's the sharp sting of a hand on your ass that has you squeaking and your mouth parting from the hickey you'd been leaving on Daddy's neck.

"Oh, baby. Did that sting?" As Daddy's big hands rub over your aching ass, you arch your back and try to nuzzle closer. But all that does is bring your bare skin closer to his mouth. The first wet press of his tongue to your peaked nipples has you moaning. You're so occupied by the dual sensations of the hands kneading your ass and the wet insistent suction of Daddy's mouth on your tits that you barely notice the pinching insistent pressure as Daddy's dick presses into you.

When Daddy finally bottoms out, you're already a drooling mess. This sugar baby arrangement is the best decision you've ever made. Daddy's a million times better than your first fumbling sexual experience in your prom date's pickup. His thick hard length in you has your pussy fluttering and already has you on the edge of an orgasm. When you're tipped onto your back in the sheets and Daddy starts to move, you're completely at his mercy.

Each thrust has you taking Daddy from root to tip. The entire room is filled with the lewd slapping of sweat-slippery skin against skin. Your breaths are punched out gasps as Daddy draws your legs up to his shoulders, holding them securely against his chest with one thick forearm as the other presses insistently against your engorged clit. Each brush of his calloused fingers coats them in your wetness and tips you even further towards your orgasm. You're babbling, hardly able to keep eye contact with the piercing, intent gaze Daddy's leveling on your sweat slicked skin. You cum with a scream, back arching off the bed.

"Aww, Blue, baby. Look at you! Fucked dumb on Daddy's thick hard cock." Daddy sets your legs back down as he pulls out of you and turns you so your back is pressed against his chest.

"You're going to be good, right Baby?" You're grinding your ass back against Daddy's ass unconsciously even as Daddy wraps a hand around your throat. You love having Daddy all over you like this. Even though you just came, you can't help wanting more. He uses the extra leverage to kiss your slack mouth until a thread of saliva stretches between your mouths.

"Daddy's gonna fuck your wet little pussy just like this with a hand around this little throat until you gush for me." His voice slows to a hiss as he teasingly runs his finger through your sensitive folds. "And you, baby. You're going to tell your daddy exactly how good he feels in that pretty little pussy."

You're nodding frantically, but that's not enough for Daddy. He smacks your pussy, tapping it until you're writhing against the steel hold he's got around your waist.

"Y-yes, Daddy! Yes! I can do that!" Your voice is a high pitched keen as you sob your relief at having Daddy buried inside you again.

He starts off slow, keeping the pace teasing as he pulls out of you until just the tip is sheathed and burying himself in you over and over again. Your hands are grasping onto his arms with all your strength, as you let Daddy chase his pleasure in you. His hand is firm against your throat, the pressure making you lightheaded and the sensations setting your blood aflame. With each slap of his hips against your ass you're telling him how good he feels. He's so big and thick you can't help it.

"Blue, baby." Daddy's voice is a purring growl which has your pussy dripping even wetter as your third orgasm builds. This one is going to be even harder than the last one. His hands pinch and tug at the heavy swell of your tits as they bounce with each thrust. "Cum for me, pretty baby. C'mon. You can do it. Cum for daddy."

"Yes, Daddy. Right there! M'so close. Wanna cum on your cock. Please. Please. Please. Please." You're still babbling for permission when Daddy's hands slide down to your clit and massage on the bud in time with his thrusts. When you come, it feels like you've been struck by lightning. You see stars behind your eyes as your orgasm builds and crests, seeming to never end. You vacantly feel Daddy empty himself in your sopping cunt, but that's it.

When you wake up, it's in the big bathtub in the master ensuite. There are hands carefully massaging shampoo into your hair and the water is steaming in the quiet night air. There's a deep relaxation weighing your muscles and bones as you blink yourself awake.

"Hey, Blue. How d'you feel?" It's Dadd- no, Jake, who's making you feel good.

"I feel so good, Jake." You kiss his wrist before turning so you can kiss him. He hefts you into his arms, not caring in the slightest that you're dripping soap and water all over his floor.

"You're back up, huh, baby?" At your nod, he kisses you before continuing. "I know you told me you've never been so far down before. And it definitely wasn't discussed. Was that okay, for you?" He sounds so worried as he sits on the tile with you dripping all over him.

"I'm perfect, Jakey. Perfect. It was everything I needed and more. If you liked it, I'd love to be your Baby Blue again?" You hope he'll agree. You love being Daddy's baby and brat.

"Absolutely, you can. But for the rest of tonight, how about we curl up on the sofa? I made some pasta and garlic bread." He grins at your nod before joining you in the tub again. This? You wouldn't give this up for anything in the world.

"Hey, Blue?" He sounds sated and sleepy.

"Yeah, Jake?" You cuddle closer to him and kiss his skin.

"Move in with me?" He sounds nervous. Like you’d reject him? After everything you’ve built a relationship with him? Not possible. You can’t believe what he’s asking you. You can’t even pretend to think about it. Your mouth runs away before your brain even processes the words screaming, "YES!" while you kiss him until he’s breathless again. This man? You’re going to keep him forever.

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