Am I really one of the only ones who is simping for her???? Rhaenys Targaryen was one of the most beautiful women in this fucking show!!! WHERE ARE THE FANFICS??????? LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO
Synopsis: your relationship with Sue is fun and free but things become a little more complicated when Elisabeth Sparkle joins the fray.
Pairing: Sue x fem!reader, Elisabeth Sparkle x fem!reader
Words: 5.1k+
A/N - not a lot of the substance fanfiction, huh? I could probably write more where the reason sue starts stealing time is because she feels like she has to compete with elisabeth for the reader's attention... but for now have this :)
WARNINGS - canon divergence (takes place in a universe where sue respects the balance and uses the split personality theory.). swearing and mild sexual references. cheating in a sense?? idk
The seemingly ever-lasting sparkle of moonlight delicately caresses every curve of her body. A perfect silhouette. An almost angelic glow as she straddles your hips. Running her hands gently against the soft surface of your stomach. It sends a shiver up your spine. Each move is thought out. Calculated. She's taking her time. Savouring every ounce of bare skin before going for the kill.
"I'm... I'm trying to talk to you," announced breathlessly. Her actions were deliberate and distracting. She did not care for conversation; she had other things in mind.
"I'm listening," whispered against the skin of your neck. Breath so tantalisingly warm. It makes your head spin. The feeling of her so close. So desperate.
"Sue, please." the vibrations of her hum tickle.
"I'm listening, I promise," she insists again ever so quietly. "go on,"
"I just- I was thinking we should go on a trip or something,"
"I can't," sharp pain shoots through your shoulder as she sinks her teeth in. It draws a gasp past your lips and you feel her smile. Amused with herself.
"Sue," you utter softly. An attempt to get her to stop so easily ignored as she nips at your skin. A mix of pleasure. A touch of pain. It's hard to stay focused. "maybe just a day then? next week?"
And the sensation stops. Her head falls into the crook of your neck. A loud sigh. It's a moment before she lifts to look at you. Puffy lips and glossed-over eyes. "you know I can't."
"then maybe I could come with you instead," you suggest. Slipping your hands over the curve of her hips, you pull her a little closer. She reaches for you. Thumbs brushing delicately over your cheeks. It tickles.
"you wouldn't have much fun,"
"but I'd get to spend time with you," you counter, leaning into her touch. A warm smile.
"she doesn't like strangers."
Now it was your turn to sigh. Soft but apparent. Not the first time. Probably not the last. She was a very busy woman who had to be out of town every other week and it happened like clockwork. It was amazing how committed she was to the arrangement. Never a day missed. But it didn't serve well for forming any kind of connection because she became unreachable for a week. She'll disappear. No texts. No calls. Nothing. "it's just one day,"
"babe," a much softer expression as she held your gaze. "maybe we can do something when I'm back."
"Because you have so much time in between your taping, photoshoots and interviews?"
"we're together now," her voice low, she rolls her hips into you. Keeping your head still and eyes locked on hers. "can't you enjoy it?"
"you know what I mean," your eyes flicker down. The mood was lost to the moment of rejection. It wasn't entirely her fault but you can't help but blame her. "can you get off me, please?"
There's a brief moment of pause. Her eyes search your face for an explanation before she climbs off, settling on her knees just beside you. "are you really upset?"
"let's just go to sleep," you lay down in her bed, pulling the covers up and over herself. It's a moment of undisturbed quiet before you feel the bed shift.
Maybe you had overreacted. You knew the kind of person Sue was and you can't fault her for having a sick mother. It's probably really tough to deal with. It was pure selfishness that you wanted a real moment alone with her so you figured an apology wouldn't hurt. Which is how you ended up walking up the stairs of her apartment building so early in the morning with a fresh mocha latte. It was her week away but you figured maybe you'd be able to catch her before she leaves. You knock a few times and wait. You can hear movement from inside so someone was definitely home and just taking forever to answer the door. You knock again. a little louder this time. Eventually, the door opens just as you begin composing an inquisitive message.
"Hey, so I wanted to apologise before you left" you explain shoving your phone back into its pocket. Only for your eyes to settle on a complete stranger. An older woman. Familiar and yet not. "you're not sue."
"no," replied softly. You glance around to make sure you're in the right place,
"This is ten fifty-seven Beverly Canyon, right?" you question. She nods. "weird. Sorry to bother you," you offer a smile and she just closes the door. That was strange. This was definitely her place, you've been here enough times now and never seen that lady. You probably just missed her. got up early for nothing.
It's radio silence from Monday to Sunday as per usual. You never really hold it against her. She was pretty good at texting back when she was in town. She probably just wants to focus on her mother while away. Sitting in the middle of the bed, you watch as she gets changed. "there was a weird lady in your apartment."
"huh?" she turns to you briefly as she undoes the hoops in her ears.
"I tried to catch you before you left but some lady answered. An older woman. Long black hair. Didn't say much. She seemed confused."
"Oh," Sue replied. "don't worry about it."
"was she like your aunt or something?" Sue tosses her earring down before turning to you. a small smile as she crawls up the bed. Slow and sultry, she climbs into your lap. Resting her head on one leg and putting her arms around you.
"I was thinking about what you said," Sue starts, pulling herself closer
"I'm sorry," you reply quickly. That was probably the first thing you should have done but your apology quickly slipped your mind. "looking after your mother is important and I'm just a selfish asshole."
"I was gonna say we should do something" she replies. "but I'll take the apology."
A glint of hope was quickly subdued by her proven record. You run your fingers through her soft hair. "are you serious?"
"I'll sort something out," she hums.
"It's just one extra day, right?" it's hard to believe her but you take her at face value. Smile settling on your lips.
"just one night. I'll plan something- I'll even pick you up and everything."
Sue gives a dramatic gasp as she pushes herself up. "such a gentleman," she teases, a smirk as a gentle hand comes to your chest. Applying pressure so you'll fall backwards. You comply.
"gotta keep my girl happy," hand either side of your head, she is towering over you. Looking down with a smirk.
"Oh, so I'm your girl now?" curious raise of her brow.
"right now you are," you reply. Reaching for the collar of her t-shirt, you pull her down towards you. "it'll be cute." whisper before your lips meet.
You try to think of something the two of you can do that would be cute but casual. It couldn't just be like getting coffee because you can already do that. Dinner was too basic too. There were movies or exhibitions but again it felt like something you could just do whenever. A few hours and done. You eventually decide to take a drive out to Joshua Tree. Wasn't your usual hang-out but it'd just be you two out and you could talk and look at the stars. And have a little picnic. And as much as doubt sat in the back of your head, you eagerly climbed the stairs to her apartment once more. A certain pep in your step. But when you knock and the door opens, it is not sue. It's the same woman as last time. You stare at her for a moment as realisation settles in your mind. "uh... is Sue here?" she shakes her head. She wasn't much for conversation. "do you know when she'll be back? This is her apartment."
"no."
"no you don't know when she'll be back or no this isn't her apartment?"
"she's away for the week," they reply.
"oh." of fucking course. "why did I ever expect anything different," the other woman just stares at you. "she's supposed to be here," and then shrugs, clearly a little confused. "do you mind if I just grab my jacket then? I think I left it here the other night?"
"I don't think-"
"Great." you kind of don't wait for an answer, slipping past the older woman. "any chance you want to drive out into the desert with a stranger? I had this whole thing planned with Sue and well, you know the rest,"
"I don't think that's a good idea- I'm just a little busy," she insists. You look around the apartment. This was definitely Sue's apartment. Everything was where you expected. Felt almost wrong being here without her. The TV was on. Half-eaten plate of food sat on the small table. You turn to her. It was almost midday.
"yeah. You look real busy," you tease continuing further into her apartment. You can hear loud mumbles of words as you focus on finding your jacket. Who knows what she's saying but it's probably just excuses or demands to leave. Why was Sue so messy? Couldn't she hang up your stuff or hand deliver it to your place? That would be nice. You eventually find your jacket tossed on the floor in the bedroom. "why aren't you ready?" you ask. Offering a smile as you reenter the living space.
"what do you mean?"
"come on, I haven't got all day, go get whatever you need," you insist, heading for the door. "we leave in ten."
You never expected her to actually listen. She was a grown woman who could make her own decisions. But now you're trapped in a car with a woman you don't know driving like two hours out of town. She is sat silently in the passenger seat staring out of the window. You wonder if you should say something? Surely this was as awkward for her as it was currently feeling for you. Maybe you were just overthinking. "I finally figured out where I know you from."
"huh?" she turns to you before adjusting her posture. A gentle smile. A warm strip of sunlight across her face.
"you're Elisabeth Sparkle, right?" it had taken a moment to figure out who she was. She looked so similar to Sue, you just assumed they were related rather than she had a superstar looking after her apartment every other week. "sparkle up life or something like that?"
"sparkle your life," she nods a little. "with Elisabeth. yes."
"oh my god," thank god you didn't mistake her for someone else or this would have been embarrassing. It's pretty cool that Sue knows someone so famous. It makes sense that she'd have some kind of connection to the industry considering her sudden breakout but Elisabeth sparkle was unexpected. "the great Elisabeth sparkle looking after an apartment every other week- stars they're just like us." she just shrugs returning to looking out the window. Not very chatty for a Hollywood star. You put on some music to help break up the tension
It's warm and dry as you pick the perfect spot. The sun wouldn't set for a little while yet. You lay out the blankets and the basket you brought along. You had originally planned to camp out with but you're not sure that'll work for Elisabeth. Sleeping in a national park with a stranger probably wasn't part of her plan today. The awkwardness of the car ride still lingers between the two of you. You don't know what to say. Small talk was never your strong suit and what you could manage had already been wasted on the car ride here.
"so how do you know Sue?" you figure that's a safe topic. The one thing that connects you. "family? friends?"
There's a moment where you think she's not gonna answer. It wasn't exactly a hard question but she seemed so hesitant to answer.
"feels like I've known her forever."
Your brow furrows. Still so vague. "so you knew her as a kid?"
"no, not really what I meant. We're just..." a shrug. "how do you know her? You're clearly quite close."
You laugh a little. "close. sure."
"Why is that funny?"
"I don't know," you shrug. "we met at a party and have been hanging out ever since."
"That's all?"
"kinda," what more did she want? You lean back on the palm of your hands. Staring out into the desert. So big. So empty.
"so you go on weird trips into the desert to see the stars with all your friends?" like going camping with friends wasn't a completely normal thing to do? You don't press the matter. It's not worth the energy.
"Well, I never said we were just friends. It's more complicated than that," you explain, glancing briefly at Elisabeth who was apparently looking at you the whole time.
"what's complicated?
She makes you laugh again. There was nothing simple about Sue. "we hang out but there's no like official label. Sue does whatever she wants and that's fine."
"you kids and your labels. It used to be so much easier,"
"Maybe,"
"I didn't even know Sue was..." Her voice trails off a little and you start to wonder if you've just outed her to Hollywood legend Elisabeth Sparkle. You didn't know if it was a secret or not. Didn't make sense that it would be.
"Anyway- what about you?" a desperate attempt to change the conversation. "married? boyfriend?"
a slight chuckle. "gosh no."
"girlfriend?" you tease, offering a half smile. She thankfully takes it quite well. "wife, maybe?"
"no, no, nothing like that," a dismissive wave of her hand. "it's kinda always just been me."
"that's surprising," you insist. "you're literally stunning."
A much more audible laugh. "you don't have to say that."
"I'm literally just stating a fact," you explain, "nobody can deny it."
"many can and have. Happens when you get older." you don't doubt that. The world was cruel to women but Elisabeth wasn't exactly a normal case. She was a living legend with access to all kinds of resources. Not to mention the fact that she was genuinely beautiful. Perhaps one of the prettiest people you've ever met. You see a lot of sue in her.
"nooo don't be silly," you sit up a little straighter, moving so you're sat looking in her direction. "I know plenty of people who like older women and you're hot as fuck."
"I'll keep that in mind." she nods but you know she doesn't believe you as she turns away. Your head tilts a little. Watching her bring a bottle of water to her lips.
"I'm serious. I could get you laid real quick."
"oh my god," choked out through her water. You were mostly joking although you definitely know there are a great many people who'd kill to be where you are right now.
"sorry."
"It's fine." she coughs. You scramble for a napkin or something. Probably something you should have prepared.
"no, I shouldn't have said that," you reply, finding a pack of tissues. You hand them over. "it was inappropriate."
"It's fine. Honestly," Elisabeth replies, taking the tissues. Her hand brushes against yours and she smiles. A gentle smile. A genuine smile. "sweet in its own way."
It's mid-afternoon when there is a knock against the door. You ignore it. But it happens again and again until eventually give in. You weren't expecting anyone and usually delivery drivers just leave your stuff if you don't answer. This was likely either very important or a very determined Jehovah's Witness about to try and convert you. But as you open the door and see the ever-enchanting sue, it somehow feels worse. You immediately shove the door but she stops it before you can close it. "just hear me out."
"fuck off."
"I'm sorry, okay," you stop fighting her to shut the door. "it won't happen again."
"That's what you always say and then it happens again."
"It was a super last-minute decision."
"Whatever." you sigh.
"just let me in," she insists. "you know you're gonna eventually so,"
"go away."
"I got you something," tempting... and it works. With a roll of your eyes, you slowly open the door and step aside. A triumphant smile graces her lips as she saunters past. A single red rose in hand. You give her an almost bored look.
"cute,"
"I know," she hands it over. "stop pretending you're mad at me."
"I'm not pretending," you huff, twisting
the stem between your fingers. Same old sue. She takes a tentative step closer. Testing your boundaries before a gentle finger lifts your head to meet her gaze.
"look at me and tell me you're not gonna forgive me then," such wide eyes paired with a hint of a pout. You want to slap her but she's right. You always forgive and forget. Caught in some stupid little back and forth. A very heavy sigh. You push her hand away.
"Whatever."Â mumbled as you made your way further into the apartment. Sue trails behind.
"We can do it another time- promise."
"It's fine. I ended up just going with Elisabeth."
"whose Elisabeth?" the girl asks, going straight for your fridge.
Your brows furrow. "what do you mean whose Elisabeth?"
"We don't know an Elisabeth?" she clarifies, unscrewing the top to a bottle of water. You stare at her for a moment, wondering if she's gone insane. Was she ever that normal to begin with?"
"Elisabeth sparkle? She literally looks after your apartment when you're away." she just stares back like you're the crazy one. They obviously know each other. You had a whole conversation with Elisabeth about her so why was Sue being difficult? "why are you confused?"
"Why did you go with her?" she asks, wondering back over to you. It kinda catches you off guard. At least she was no longer pretending.
"she was around and you weren't."
"so? You don't even know her." the girl pushes herself up and onto the counter next to you.
You shrug. "it was nice. We just talked for hours which is something we like never do so."
"what do you mean? We talk all the time." she brings the water back up to her lips and for a millisecond it gives you pause. Like a weird moment of deja vu.
"no we don't," you shake your head. "you hardly wanna know me outside of bed."
"you're exaggerating," and she's right. Sort of anyway. "I'm gonna make it up to you."
"When? right now?"
"I can't right now," she jumps down. "I have a shoot I need to get to, I'm already running late but I'll think of something," tapping the bottle against your shoulder, she heads for the door. "thanks for the water."
That moment never came. You kinda expected that. Neither a text nor conversation involved hanging out just the two of you. But one did come from Elisabeth during Sue's week back home inviting you for dinner to say thank you. You accept. You have no plans so why not? But now you're sat in her apartment and it's weird. It's weird hanging out here without her. Feels almost like a different place as you're sat on the couch drinking red wine next to Elisabeth. You don't normally drink wine. She had made some kind of pasta dish. It was good.
"so how is she doing?"
"you don't know?" the two of them have such a confusing dynamic. Neither will explain how they know each other. They don't seem to talk. So weird.
"We don't really get to talk," Elisabeth explains.
"I don't really know either," you explain. Half a shrug. "we barely hung out last week. She said we'd do something but guess not."
Elisabeth gives a soft hum. "interesting."
"What?"
"it doesn't matter," she replies. "I don't wanna be rude,"
"Please do," you insisted, taking a sip of wine. You'd love to gossip with the Elisabeth sparkle. Up until now, she's been very conservative with her words. Careful about what she says. Don't make any jokes.
"I just think she sounds kinda... selfish."
"I guess," selfish was one of many words that could be used to describe sue. Many more positives. Some a little less. "you get used to her blowing you off."
"Why do you put up with it?" it's hard to explain to someone who doesn't really know Sue. It's hard to explain to yourself. Sue was special. Like nobody, you had ever met before or may possibly ever meet again. Not to mention beautiful, talented and an absolute star in the making.
"because... I like her," you respond eventually. The simplest of reasons but perhaps the most important. You liked her. a lot. "I don't know. She's... mesmerising. So fun and free and interesting and I think she likes me too, in her own way."
There's a pause as she swirls the red liquid around her glass. You wonder if you've made it awkward by defending Sue. It hadn't been your intention. She drains the glass. "you deserve better." Elisabeth comments, raising to her feet.
"you offering?" you tease, following her with your eyes as she heads back towards the kitchen. There is a long moment of silence before she returns with the wine bottle in hand.
"That's not what I meant." uttered as she returned to the couch. She's a little closer now. Knee brushing against yours.
A huff of a laugh. "I know, I know," you down the rest of your wine as she pours herself a new glass. "worth a shot though, right?" you hold out your glass for her to refill.
"Better not let Sue hear you speaking like that," she replies, pouring the red liquid slowly. You watch it build within the confines of the glass.
"she wouldn't care," you shrug. "that's how the whole friends with-benefits thing kinda works. Or like situationship. or whatever- I don't know."
"before you didn't have a label. Now you have too many." Elisabeth jokes, leaving the almost empty wine bottle on the table.
"It's more that we don't have one so I'm never sure what to call it," you reply. "it's just not exclusive."
"so you see other people?" she asks. "isn't that like a new thing kids are into these days? polyamory."
An almost uncharacteristically sweet giggle. Elisabeth was older but you wouldn't exactly call yourself a kid. It was funny how she referred to anything different as being for 'kids' "You're cute," you comment. "pretty sure that's been around way longer than I have- or even you have been." who knows. "but no, we're not polyamorous. We're just not exclusive either."
"but you're dating?"
"yes and no." you take a sip of wine as you try to figure it out in your own head. It never seemed confusing until you were trying to explain it right now. "we hang out. I've kissed other people and it's fine. She's fucked other people and it's fine. Maybe we'll get to a point where that stops."
She looks at you for a long hard minute. It feels... intense. Like she was searching for something within you. Trying to figure things out. You offer a gentle smile. Glancing at the hand that now brushes against your arm. "you deserve someone who treats you like you're the most important person in the world." and you don't know what to say. You just stare into pretty eyes and she takes the queue because two hands now grace your cheeks keeping you from looking away. You laugh a little awkwardly not expecting to be so close. She'd clearly had a little too much red win.
"you're a little drunk huh," you comment, a smile that settles but you try to avoid her gaze. But it's like she doesn't even hear what you said
"maybe that's not sue." bold. clearly fuelled by her tipsy state. You've never been this close before. It was intense. A flowery scent mixed with the deep fruity accent of wine.
"Who else could it be?" she was making it sound so simple but it didn't take into account your feelings. How much you like Sue. the fun you had together. Sure, she can be flakey but she's also taking care of her sick mother. It's not like she was blowing you off to go party or something. And then her lips are on yours. Warm and a little rough. You freeze entirely. It's a brief encounter as she pulls back.
"sorry- I shouldn't have-"
"no no, it's...," You take a quick sip of wine before placing it on the table. It was an unexpected kiss... but not entirely unwelcome. "fine," hummed softly. Reaching for her, you pull her back into the kiss. It's messy. It's sloppy. And it's fueled by alcohol.
Side by side, you walk down the bustling street in the midday sun. Sue is telling you about the issue she had with a photographer this morning. You're only half paying attention. You can't stop thinking about Elisabeth. Kissing her had never been part of the plan. It had just been a mistake in the moment. Sue just wasn't giving you attention and Elisabeth was. She wanted to get to know you. It was a moment of weakness. You had ended up rushing out of there pretty quickly. You just couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
"I need to tell you something," blurted out.
"okay?"
"I... kissed someone else."
"so?" she shrugged. "I don't care."
"yeah but... but this is different," you explain. Nerves settle in your stomach. She definitely wasn't about to take this well
"what do you mean?"
"it was... Elisabeth," name just a whisper as it leaves your lips. Sue slows to a stop. A man curses her out as he barely avoids crashing into her. You stop a few paces ahead. Watching as a flurry of emotions danced across her face.
"Elisabeth," she repeats. "as in Elisabeth sparkle?"
"mhmm,"
"you can't be serious," her brow furrows. "fucking Elisabeth sparkle."
"I'm sorry it just kinda happened, okay?" you explain.
"you fucked Elisabeth sparkle," she marches closer and for a minute you expect her to hit you or something but she doesn't. She just closes the distance. A creased brow settled.
"what? No. It was just a kiss," you insist, hands held up in surrender. "nothing else and I put a stop to it pretty quickly."
"Why would you fuck her?"
"I didn't," you fire back. "but it's not like I haven't seen you literally go upstairs with guys so,"
"That's different," she storms past you, continuing down the street. You quickly follow after her.
"so it's okay for you but not for me?"Â
"so you did sleep with her,"
"no," she's walking so quickly, it's a struggle to keep up.
"Christ she's old enough to be your mom,"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"so you like her more than me?" she growls back, sharply turning around to you.
"I never said that,"
"what do you even see in her?" and she's off again. Marching down the street like she had a reason to be so angry. You get that they don't get along but that has nothing to do with you. "she's like old and weird and boring,"
"you don't have to be mean," you huff. Following her once more. At least she was walking slower this time. "why does she look after your apartment if you hate her so much?"
"I don't... hate her," Sue insists. "it's- it's complicated."
"How?"
"it doesn't matter how," there's a bite to her tone. She is pissed. " what do you even see in her?"
"She's just... I don't know. She's nice."
"nice? You're leaving me because she's nice."
"Why are you- I literally never said I was leaving you?" you argue. "she's nice. We actually talk to each other."
"we're talking right now." seems your normal cafe is out of the question because she turns into some juice bar. It's small and mostly empty.
"you know what I mean. She listens and everything isn't about getting to the bedroom as quickly as possible."
"so what you're saying is you don't wanna sleep with me? Okay. Got it." she marches towards the counter.
"no, see, this is exactly what I mean. Will you just listen to me for once?" you wait as the girl behind the counter greets you both with a cheerful hello. Sue orders something from the menu board. You're not in the mood for anything anymore so you go and sit down at one of two small tables. Watching as she messes with her phone as the girl makes the drink. Some green-looking thing that Sue collects with a smile before reluctantly joining you. It's silent for a moment but you figure if this is gonna be resolved, you have to be the one to do it. "I like you, Sue. I think I like you more than I have ever liked anyone but all we ever do is party and sleep together. Which is fun but there's nothing else and every time I try to have a moment you blow me off. I'm not saying we have to be exclusive if that's not what you want but what do you want?"
"you really wanna do this right now?" she huffs. She hasn't looked at you since sitting down. Just kept all her attention on her phone as she slurped the juice through a straw.
"I just... this is all getting confusing for me."
"you're the one who kissed someone else. Someone so great apparently." so sarcastic. so mean.
"you two are so alike."
"oh my god," she abruptly looks up, slamming her juice on the table. "don't ever say that to me."
"you are though," you reach for her hand but she pulls away. "you even kinda look like her."
"I don't look anything like that old hag," she bites back.
"stop it,"
"Sorry. forgot you're in love with her now."
you sigh softly. Each point seemed to go entirely over her head. Whether that was unintentional or deliberate, you couldn't be sure.
"sue. stop it."
"stop what? Why did you have to tell me?"
"because I felt bad,"
"I don't care," she snaps, catching you off guard. Voice so loud in such a small space, that even the girl behind the counter looks over. You offer a polite smile. "I didn't need to know you're making out with old people in my apartment or how nice she is and how you have deep meaningful conversations or whatever the fuck you wanna say about her."
"I'm sorry, okay,"
"forget it," she jumps down from her seat, grabbing her juice. "I've gotta go anyway."
if you manage to get hera as a yandere for you... well lets just say your hers and you will never have another person she doesn't approve of in your life ever.
you will constantly have one of her crows with you at all times. and she wont hide them either, she wants it to be known that your hers.
if you're hoping to be rescued you can forget it. no one is foolish enough to cross hera or go against her in anyway.
you will be dressed in the finest clothes that can be made. after all she wants you to look your best for her, her pet after all.
it doesn't matter if youre mortal or another goddess you wont stand a chance against her so its no use fighting her love. and if you do then well... she will put you in you place.
she will bring you everywhere with her, to meetings, strolls, feasts ad pretty much anything else. dont run either or you'll get floated around everywhere with her powers.
like the rest of the gods she will make you imortal if your mortal. she wouldn't stand losing you.
as seen in the show she has slight jealousy issues. so if you plan to flirt or talk to another then things wont end to well.
along with hera you may also attract other gods that are close with her as yanderes, most likely her son ares. and possibly if your lucky aphrodite.
on the yandere scale hera comes in at a solid 9/10. she will be kind and loving to you, as long as you obey of course.
OMG I loved the hange one u wrote Tysm for that your writing is so pretty can I have a a similar one but with a house pet reader and Sachiko Juraku -đą
Omfg!!! Yessss!!! Also so happy to see you twice today đą!(A reminder to everyone, dont repost or reblog without redit!)
Dating Sachiko Juraku as a Housepet
Oh you poor thing. How the hell did you get yourself in this situation??
You gambled yourself into this predicament, you thought you were good enough to fight a big dog.
How wrong you were
Sachiko Juraku, she saw you first when a bunch of guys were getting a bit too touchy. She watched for a few minutes before intervening.
"Why, hello there boys, if you dont mind, I'll be taking this pretty thing with me!"
She'll take you to a private, and unused classroom and look at you for a bit. She's never been this interested in someone before.
You became her little enigma. She stared at you some more, keeping her tight grip she pulled you closer. It was official. In her mind at least.
You became her new toy(soon to be girlfriend).
She started taking you with her everywhere. When she gambled, when she was doing council work, she's even taken you home.
Now, of course when you two officially start dating she acts differently. She treats you with more respect, and is nicer.
Don't forget your place though. She could have gotten rid of your debt, but she hasn't and she wont.
Why? You might ask. Well it's simple.
If you were to ever decide you didn't want the relationship, she could easily hold your debt over you. Use it.
She'll make a life plan for you to put it plainly.
She knows it wrong but she doesn't care. You're hers and she intends to keep it that way.
It doesn't really matter if you're a house pet or not, but she's protective as hell. As well as possessive. She owns you.
Mind. Body. Soul.
All of it, it's all hers, all of you is hers. She just loves you so damn much.
She definitely spoils you, 100% a sugar mommy once you two have an established relationship.
You want it? She's got it. You two are out on a lavish date and you see a pretty necklace, or a cute dress, maybe some nice shoes. Just say the word and it's yours. All of it.
Sachiko hates it when you have to leave. Wether it's for class or something else. It doesn't matter. She needs you by her side and she hates seeing you go.
Very touchy, she sees you as her property(especially when you're a house pet). She needs everyone to know you've been claimed.
She buys you a set of bracelets that have her first and last name on them. If her little pet gets lost she can always find you.(the cuffs have a tracking device in them)
If you didn't like her at first, it doesn't matter. You'll learn to love her(she kinda a yandere in general) you have to. She loves you and expects love, affection, and adoration.
She of course gives you all these things. In her own way.
When you two fight she usually waits it out. Even if she knows it's her fault she wont admit it. She'll wait for you to come crawling back.
After all without her protection who is going to save you from all the big, bad, mean men in the school. She might even order a few to bug you.
That's all she'll tell them to do though. Just bug you, if they dare do more...she'll kill them.
When you come crawling back she apologizes, in her own way. She buys you whatever you want. She usually does this but for about the next two to three weeks after your fight she's buying you things more than usual.
She'll even just give you straight cash if you want. You've learned this is her way of apologizing without having to be verbal.
You're her pet and even if you two fight she knows(as do you) you'll come back.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
Oh... oh no. Just no. You are going to be in so much pain. I feel so bad for you, she's going to fuck you til you're raw.
Rough dom, she's hard, fast, and makes sure it hurts. She loves seeing you cry in pain, it brings her more pleasure than you'll ever know.
She'll bend you over any surface if she's horny enough. Her desk, a random surface in her house, a desk in an unused classroom. Anywhere.
Kinkyiest bitch you'll ever meet. She loves the strap specifically. She loves having you warm it, suck it, honestly she just loves destroying any hole she can get to.
Some days she's feeling more feral, she wants you raw. No toys, no lube, fucking nothing. She wants to naked with your legs spread out, ready for her and her alone.
Other days she feels the need to fuck you til you pass out. Those are the days when student council business isn't going as well as it should be.
She makes it hurt, she's quite the sadist after all.
She has a few special collars with different things ingrained in them. One says Mistresses Slut in a beautiful font. Another says GOOD GIRL in bold, glittery pink letters.
She even has one that says Property of Sachiko Juraku(theres a little tag that says how to return you to her) she loves the idea that her little pet is also her pet in the bedroom.
You want her? Beg, you dumb bitch. That's all you are, a dumb little bitch. You're useless for anything that doesn't involve getting your brains fucked out.
You need her, dont you? You need her strap, her fingers, ever her shoes to rut against like the slut you are.
Sachiko loves propping you up in front of the mirror, making you watch as she sluts you out. Making you watch as she turns that pretty brain of yours into rot.
That's all it needs to be anyway. Rot. It's not like you actually need your brain. You're her dumb bitch, her beautiful little pet that sits so prettily on her lap.
You know it, she knows it too. All you have to do is beg and she'll turn you into the good pet she knows you can be.
Shes just so rough with you and sometimes you need her to be gentle! You need slow and gentle!
She can and will provide that. Grant it you will make it up to her later.
She'll take you nice and slow with her strap, making sure it's deep. She start with slow thrusts getting faster,(and a bit rougher) but never getting past a certain point.
She spreads you out and talks you through it. These are one of your few real intimate moments. She wont do this until you're her official partner. Heavens no! She wouldn't be caught dead treating a house pet like this...
Unless you're her house pet! When you start officially dating and you work up the courage to ask her about this, she's more than willing.
Now as for aftercare, when you're just her house pet it was short and sweet. She cleaned you up a bit with a few reassuring words and then kicked you out.
It hurt, but when you start dating it's a whole new story.
She's so sweet, she cleans you up, gets you food, and turns on television for you.
You started keeping extra clothes in her office and her house in case it was too much and you needed to stay longer than intended.
She loves you, even if she don't act it, you're hers. Her plaything, her slut, her pet, her lover, her beautiful little thing. You're hers and that is something that throughout your entire relationship she will remind you of.
WHAT THE HELL SACHIKO IS SUCH A FUCKING MOMMY OMG AHHAHAHSAHSHASHHASJHSJAHSKAHSKJSHKJASHKAJSHKJAHKJASHAKJSHJKASHKSJASHAKJSHKJASHKJASHKJASHAKJSHAKSJHAKSJSJAKSHOQUE@R(FGYEIDHSOJQIUWFGIYWDHOJAISKJLDSHFYIEWUQPISOHDSIGYFEWYOQEIUWDHGIUOIQSUPAHSIUFDW BRAIN NO
Warnings: NSFW, Mentions of Breeding Kink, this is just all round dirty. Also this is AU so.
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
Rose loves to cuddle you after she fucks, you and she definitely loves being the big spoon. Sometimes she loves to have you lay your head on her chest. She also will get you a glass of water, and has you drink at least half of it before you can set it down.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Roseâs favorite body part on her is her fingers. She loves the fact that you beg for them every single time she teases you. Feeling your mouth wrap around them makes her wet.
Her favorite part of you is your thighs. When sheâs eating your pussy, she loves being able to grip them, and occasionally bite them while sheâs teasing you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Rose loves when you come on her fingers and strap the most. When sheâs fucking you with her fingers, she loves cleaning them off with her mouth, If sheâs fucking you in public with her fingers, she loves how flustered you get when she brings them to your lips. When you come on her strap, she loves when you suck it clean after, making sure you have eye contact - sheâd come just from that.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Roseâs dirty secret that sheâs thought about sharing you with Dan or Crow. But sheâd never bring it up, because realistically she doesnât like to share who sheâs with with anyone.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Rose is pretty experienced - she knows what sheâs doing when it comes to pleasuring you. The first night the two of you slept with each other in her house, she dedicated the whole night to figuring out what you wanted and needed.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Rose has many that she enjoys. She loves spooning you while sheâs fucking you roughly - itâs easy for her to rub your clit. She loves to be able to hold you by the throat as she fucks into you hard.
Her second favorite position would be from behind - she loves being able to hold your back against her chest as she fucks you. Sheâs really good at multitasking, so when she rubs at your ass with the pad of her thumb, she doesnât let her thrusts still until you come for her.Â
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Depending on what the two of you are doing. During rough sex, sheâs very serious in the moment. But when itâs more relaxed, and on the softer side, Rose loves to laugh with you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Rose doesnât shave, she doesnât see the need too since itâs natural. For you, she doesnât mind what you prefer.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Rose isnât one for being romantic, but when itâs a special occasion, she likes to do small things for you for that night. She wonât admit it but she enjoys setting up flowers for you, and getting prepared for the night.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Rose isnât usually one for masturbation, but when youâre away, she uses one of the many vibrators that sheâs bought to use on you. When this happens, she fucks herself to the thought of her fucking you. Sometimes, when sheâs with you, she loves having you sit and watch while she gets herself off - if youâre lucky and have been good, sheâll let you clean her fingers and a the vibe off.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
She has many kinks, which some include: Body Worship, Praise, Orgasm Denial, Light Pet Play, Overstimulation, Verbal Humiliation, Choking, and Anal Play. She also has a big breeding kink, loves filling you with fake come, and watching it all drip out before she fucks you again. She also loves being called âDaddyâ.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
She prefers her bedroom, despite all of the public teasing she does to you. In terms of quickies, she doesnât mind doing them in public, or in her car. If sheâs wanting to take her time with you, she prefers your shared house.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Rose doesnât need too much motivation, she sometimes just has to think about you and how good you looked last night as you came.Â
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Rose will never do anything you donât like, even if itâs kinks of hers, she wonât think about them. But she also wonât share you with anyone. Youâre hers, and sheâs yours. Thatâs all she needs.Â
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Rose prefers giving over receiving, however she wouldnât say no to it. She just prefers giving you pleasure because it makes you happy. Sheâs very good at oral - she loves to make you come over and over with her tongue before fucking you with her fingers and strapon.Â
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.
Ninety-Nine percent of the time Rose is rough, and her pace is fast. She prefers that over anything but, in that one percent, Rose will surprise with soft sex. Itâs usually after a nice date, a holiday, or an anniversary.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Rose loves quickies, especially when the two of you are pressed for time and you need. Sometimes, sheâll fuck you quickly in public, if you both need it.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Rose loves experimenting with you, sheâs always willing to try things at least once or twice before she knows whether she likes it or not.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Rose usually lasts a very long time depending on what sheâs been doing all day. If sheâs been busy at work all day, she doesnât go as many rounds as she normally can. When thatâs the case, thatâs when she prefers you to ride her.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Rose has a very large collection of toys ranging from Vibrators, to dildos, to even a fucking machine she once bought as a joke. But now, she loves watching you get fucked by it.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Rose loves to tease, and will tease you any time she can. Youâre at a movie? sheâll rub your pussy though your pants. At a restaurant? Sheâll finger you under a table, stopping as soon as you get right to the edge.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Rose is quiet when she fucks you, occasionally grunting when sheâs fucking you from behind and pulling your hair. The sounds she usually makes is dirty talking.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Rose loves beating her record of how many times sheâs made you come in a single night; sheâs very competitive with herself, and herself only. You donât mind it, especially when she usually doesnât deny you any orgasms.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Sometimes, if sheâs not working, she packs any chance she gets. Not only is it good for when the two of you are out and about, she feels more comfortable wearing one even when sheâs not planning on fucking you.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Roseâs sex drive is high, but doesnât usually show it unless youâre around. She also is very patient when it comes to the act itself, so if youâre not feeling up for it one day or several days, she can wait. You being comfortable is more important than anything else to her.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Rose will fall asleep about an hour after you do. She loves being able to watch you drift off to sleep as she praises you. But she likes to make sure youâre okay before she even thinks about going to sleep.
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