note: i am not writing requests currently, but if you have any ideas, feel free to send them in! i’ll definitely take a look, and they may inspire something!
nsfw is marked with **
MARVEL
ajak:
i’ve been waiting to meet you (ajak x reader) **
for i can’t help falling in love with you (ajak x thena) **
we were too close to the stars (ajak & eternals, ajak x thena)
it’s my heart in your hands (ajak x thena)
may parker:
the sun has to rise (may parker x reader) **
would you like your salad tossed? (may parker x reader)**
sub may hcs (may parker x reader)**
wanda maximoff
only you, my girl (wanda maximoff x reader) **
you want it (you crave it) (wanda maximoff x reader) **
Request: Maybe something thenamesh?? I don't know something cute and fluffy and the other eternals are so done with them - by anon, thank you so so much 🖤
Warnings: English is not my first language.
Pairing: Thena/Gilgamesh
Words: 792
It is not an everyday thing to find Gilgamesh and Thena so close resting against each other. So, it is hard to pay attention to Ajak’s instructions as two very tired warriors snuggle in the back.
“Stop.” Thena threatens Kingo from afar with her stare.
“I should say the same thing,” he replies back, body fully turning towards them. “What is this that’s going on?”
She looks away and back to Ajak, ignoring him.
At some point during Ajak’s speech Thena rests her head against Gil’s shoulder earning the attention of Druig and Phastos, who just stare at each other like they are in the office.
“You see it too, right?” Asked Kingo.
“Uh,” Phastos takes a moment to think, but is cut off by Ajak.
“Are you guys even listening?” She speaks directly to everyone in the left corner which consist of Kingo, Phastos, and Druig. “What was I talking about?” She asks at their silence.
Kingo and Druig look at each other waiting for the other to talk as Phastos stutters to form an answer to no veil.
“You are talking about the re-distribution of the teams to travel overseas in the search of deviants.” Thena replies from her place attached to Gil’s rib.
Makkari frowns at her with a discerting look, and Sersi just looks marveled.
“Thank you, Thena; but I was talking to the corner on the left.” She gives them a stern look.
It is enough to make them stop, but it has now gained the attention of Sprite. She uses an illusion of herself sitting at the front listening to Ajak, while she walks invisible in the direction of Gilgamesh and Thena. She takes note of how they are holding hands, and how Gil’s thumb is brushing against Thena’s. Just when she is about to prank Gil tickling him with an invisible feather she hears Ajak calling out her name.
“Sprite, I hope you are not using an illusion again to escape. This is a very important matter.” Ajak talks like a mother with a warning tone.
Sprite hurries back to her place. “Sorry, Ajak.” She knows Ajak can detect her better than anyone, a special ability of the prime eternal.
At some point Gil starts to snooze nodding his head not fully asleep, and Thena wraps her arms around him to support him against her own shoulder like a mother would hold a child close. This has now caused distress between the eternals, even Ikaris is looking at them every now and then. Even Ajak blinked a few times in their direction, like trying to see if she was seeing right or it was one of Sprite’s illusions to stop her speech.
Kingo is fully turned towards them, ignoring Ajak right in front of her salad. The salad being a very cozy Gilgamesh and Thena. Phastos’ jaw has almost dropped to the floor, he keeps looking back and forth between Ajak and them. Druig is seeking comfort with Makkari, trying to ignore the scene, but it doesn’t help when the speedster is also occasionally looking at them and trying to gossip with Phastos and Kingo from afar. Sprite joined the corner on the left trying to get a more discreet glimpse of the two strong eternals in the other corner. At this point Sersi is just completely distracted by Ikaris standing next to her at the right side of the hall.
“I’m going to do it.” Mumbles Druig.
“I-” Phastos stutters. “It would be better if-” He struggles to find the right words. “You know what? Do as you please.”
“Don’t mind control them in front of Ajak.” Sprite intervenes.
“Gil?” They all hear Thena’s whispers. “My feet are cold.”
Gil soon takes her feet into his hands and between them to warm them up.
“Okay!” Kingo declares loudly as everyone else starts to complain, disrupting Ajak’s speech. They all get up shaking their head as Ajak looks at them confused.
“And where do you all think you are going?” She asks as they start to leave.
“We don’t even get cold.” Complains Phastos on their way out.
“Nice talk, Ajak. I might throw up.” Druig says.
“This has been the weirdest experience ever.” Sprite says. “I hope it never repeats.”
“What is going on?” Sersi asks as she follows them out.
Ajak shakes her head as she takes a deep breath trying to keep her cool. Her eyes fall on two very exhausted eternals on the right corner that stare right back at her not even one bit of guilt in their faces.
“So, are we dismissed?” Asks Gil.
“Just go.” Ajak says so done for the day.
But she can’t help but smile as she sees them walk out together; hand in hand.
Request(?: @the-camiluchaa said “Great writing! Do you think is gonna be part 3? I would love that, full of action😍“ and I miss Ajak, so of course I did!
Note: I had written this and had more action in it! I was so inspired and then it got deleted!! I don't know how it happened, but it just didn't save after I saved it! So, here's a quick chapter i came up with just right now. I felt really bad after it did not save, that i just wanted to post something tonight since I had planned to do so. T-T
Warnings: English is not my first language.
Pairing: Ajak/F!Reader
Tags: @fivemillioneyes <3
Part 1 Part 2
The ambiance upon arriving to the Peruvian Amazonia in your search for Druig was heavy. You kept close to Ajak, avoiding Ikaris as much as you could. Sersi tried to keep her distance and remain composed around him. She was doing amazing and you were so proud of her. On the other side, Kingo and Sprite had been at it for hours. You had forgotten how much Kingo liked to tease everybody, and it was getting to Sprite leaving her in a moody state. It was better to keep close to Ajak, who was looking after Thena along with Gilgamesh.
It was strange to see a village stuck in time, clearly under the influence of Druig. It didn’t take long to find him. And the awkward silence of the first two minutes in that chapel felt like an eternity. Until he spoke, and then Ajak revealed everything. He took it far better than you did, but it was going to take some time to convince him to join you.
“I’m not going to say anything other than I knew you were wrong.” Druig states directly to Ajak.
Ikaris gets up and gets on Druig’s face
“You have no idea what you are talking about.”
“You always wanted to be mother’s favorite. Yet, it seems she has chosen someone else.” Druig nods towards you.
You close your eyes in annoyance, but say nothing to avoid upsetting Ajak some more. If only Druig knew the whole truth, if only everyone else did like Sprite and Sersi do. Ajak was still protecting Ikaris.
You disperse to cool off after Druig, Kingo, Ikaris and Ajak got into a heavy discussion that had nothing to do with Tiamut.
“Do you think he can do it?” you ask.
Both you and Ajak were sitting against a tree not far from Gil and Thena.
“I believe his power is strong enough to put Tiamut to sleep.”
“What happens if he can’t do it?”
“He will. I think he-”
A distant screech cuts her off, and you both immediately stand to your feet. You look at each other for a moment focusing all your senses on the distant sounds. Suddenly, you watch Ikaris being dragged by a deviant and your fighting mode activates as you begin to duplicate.
“Go with Thena!”
You shout before both you and Gilgamesh go to Ikaris aid.
You slam against the deviant and send it a few meters far away from all of you. You try to go again with a kick, but the deviant senses your cosmic energy and charges back to Gilgamesh and Ikaris. You and your replicas end up colliding into thin air. You are quick to respond and charge back to help them both, but Gilgamesh intends to take the deviant himself in a one on one match. You try to help, but soon are distracted by Ajak’s voice.
“Thena… remember who you are.”
You hear her soothing voice and turn to find her with her hands up in the air channeling cosmic energy. Similar to the lights forming on Thena’s face. You worry as you send your replicas after the deviant, and making your way back to Ajak. It is difficult to control both your main power and your focus on helping Ajak. You can feel it wavering as you get closer to her, slowly as to not scare Thena.
“Ikaris…” you say never looking away from both Ajak and Thena. “Help Gilgamesh.”
You see him debating for a moment and you start to lose patience.
“Go with Gilgamesh.”
You repeat yourself noting how Thena is struggling against her illness.
“I follow no orders from you.”
He says before getting in the middle of Ajak and Thena, finally getting her to act out and lose herself. They start fighting each other as Ikaris tries to stop Thena, and she tries to murder him. You feel your cosmic energy expand out your body as your replicas disperse into two directions: to help Gil and to help Ajak as you try to keep both Ikaris and Thena to stay alive as well. And it is chaos.
Your head feels like breaking into three different sections, and you are everywhere at once trying to make sense of every situation. You notice that at least five replicas are helping Gil, and three are taking Ajak further into the forest hiding from the spot that has now turned into a battle camp. You mediate between Ikaris and Thena. Suddenly, he hears something and takes off. Leaving you now with the death stare from Thena. And she comes at you at full speed with sword in hand. You have no time to think and your replicas come back to you as you try to keep Thena from hurting you and hurting herself. You barely make it the first time, but the second time she gets you with her sword piercing your stomach. And you feel the air leaving your body as the thrill sends a shiver all over your body. Pain and panic take over as you try to stay focused everywhere.
You prepare to die as Thena dematerializes her sword, expecting her to summon something bigger to end you. It never comes, instead she stands there blinking several times trying to remember something as she stares at something behind you. And in a matter of seconds she turns around with tears in her eyes, lights still forming in her eyes. Then, you see Gilgamesh being held by the deviant as it drains his cosmic energy. You try to rush to his aid, but stumble on your feet before a single replica takes after him. But it’s too late, and you watch as Thena kneels in front of Gil. In a matter of seconds, everything turns black.
_ ✽ _
The first thing you notice upon waking up is how humid your surroundings feel. Your senses spread to the rest of your body as cosmic energy still lingers there. Ajak is holding you, her face is stained with tears, and you can feel them on your face as well. She is not looking at you, instead, her broken gaze lies elsewhere. Sitting up the first thing you notice is a platinum shape; it is Thena. You get up immediately, as you remember the final encounter with the deviant. Thena sobs on the ground with her forehead pressed against Gil’s, and you confirm that he has in fact passed. No. He was murdered. Looking around you take notice of everyone else's presence with the exception of Druig. Your eyes search for that one eternal in the crowd, and when you find him a fire is set ablaze within your core. A new found rage fills your soul, and you march towards Ikaris before slamming him into a tree. This catches Thena’s attention.
“Y/N! Don’t!” Ajak rushes in your direction with pleading eyes.
“This is all your fault!” You yell out as you place your hands on his shoulder with a tight grip keeping him from escaping.
“I was just trying to help everyone else.” The words slide out his mouth with bitterness.
“No. You know what you did. It is your fault that that deviant got what it wanted.” Your furious eyes look into his icy cold ones. “Why don’t you tell them the truth?” You whisper the last part.
Ajak looks away as Sersi steps closer with tears forming in her eyes. Nobody else knows the truth other than Sersi and Sprite.
“Tell them… tell them how you tried to kill her!” The sound of your voice pierces through the forest like a thunder. “Tell them how you took Ajak to that lake with your big lies only to try to get her killed by the same deviants. How you planned for us… for ME to find her body there. All because she changed her mind about this mission.” You press him harder against the tree.
Nobody talks for a moment, but you notice everyone has gathered around keeping some distance from the both of you.
“Is this true?” Kingo asks.
Ikaris remains in silence giving the confirmation that Kingo needs.
“You don’t do that.” He says in all seriousness. “You don’t do that to family. Even if we don’t agree with their newfound plans or beliefs, we don’t harm our family.”
“He plans to get rid of everyone that comes between Arishem and his mission. He is just waiting for the right moment. And Gilgamesh was the first to pay for this.”
As you say the last part Thena gets up summoning her weapon. Ikaris pushes you away with force before taking flight. And you swear that for a moment you saw his beams forming in his eyes.
“Coward!” Thena yells out after him.
“Wait! Take me with you!” Sprite says before materializing into an illusion of hundreds of bees as they both escape.
“They’ll come back.” Thena states.
“And when they do.” You reply.
“We’ll be waiting.” She finishes.
You go towards Ajak, who in the middle of the argument left to kneel beside Gilgamesh. Thena returns as well, and they both weep for him. The others remain talking about Sprite’s sudden betrayal. Your arms come to wrap around Ajak from behind as you place your head on her back offering support. She turns in your embrace and cries into your arms as you rock her gently in soothing and consoling motions. The sight is heartbreaking and as soon as Druig shows up a funeral is prepared.
_ ✽ _
Nobody sleeps that night as thousands of questions and thoughts from the events of the day swirl in their minds. Somewhere during the night, you find Ajak staring at the ceiling wide awake, unable to sleep just like you.
“Have you spoken to Arishem?” You ask softly.
Ajak turns to look at you slightly taken aback. “No.”
You keep staring at her waiting for an explanation.
“Every time he just informs me when the emergence will occur… and there is nothing else he needs from me. My deed is done… and that’s it.” She says lost in thought.
“Have we ever been like this?” You finally ask. “In our past lives?”
She looks at you for a moment choosing her words carefully. “No. This is the first time I experience this.”
For some reason you don’t feel sad about your past life knowing you didn’t have to suffer for Ajak at the end of times.
“But,” she continues “You are new to my missions.” She manages a gentle smile.
And you can see how she tries to smile through her tired eyes as well before you fully digest the new information.
“Wait… do you mean what I think you mean?”
Ajak nods. “This is the first time we met… so, it’s really nice to meet you.”
Tears cloud your eyes at the realization of how much Ajak has changed thanks to you.
“What was it like for you?”
“It was different… from all the times I had done this. Some come and go, and that’s alright. But you have a passion that is so unlike everyone else’s.” She makes sure to stare deep into your eyes. “I told you this before; you make your own rules. And also,” she pauses to give you a flirty look. “You are the first one to look at me like this.”
You chuckle before getting closer to kiss her lips.
“Do you think this is our last night like this?” You ask her.
“No, I know it’s not. I have faith in Druig.”
“And then what will happen?”
“And then… we wait.”
“For what?”
“Arishem.”
“Do you have any idea-”
“We’ll sort this out. And we’ll warn everyone else in this whole universe.”
And you take her word seriously putting all your trust in her, so you nod once and kiss her sweetly before trying to rest.
_ ✽ _
As promised, during the emergence Ikaris and Sprite show up. You duplicate as soon as you see him, you launch at him with your replicas surrounding him and taking turns in puching him around. The look in his face when he corned Ajak in that cliff, her face at the realization of what was happening, Sersi's tears for him, Druig's and Gilgamesh's death, all of that is coming back to you. The pain he has caused you and your family is all coming out at this moment in the form of revenge.
After he takes down the domo, and Thena joins in the fight. You are sure that you will get him this time, at least the satisfaction of seeing him in this position is almost enough. You want more, and so does Thena as she goes for the last deviant. You have no idea how many times all of you have taken Ikaris down only for him to get back up and attack you. Ajak has been holding on her own very well, with Phasto's techonology you've been able to fight beside her. But the fear you feel as Ikaris goes after Sersi is huge, some part of you knows that he is incapable of hurting her. And it is confirmed when she completes the final puzzle and is able to continue with your plan; killing Tiamut with her bare hands and your power convined.
The glorious victory against them only makes the promise of being with Ajak forever more real and emotional. You embrace her as soon as Tiamut remains frozen in time. Your lips reach for each other and seal your forever with a passionate kiss in the presence of the celestial as you still feel its power connected to you. It feels like nothing but pure bliss, you have not just gained your ever after with Ajak, but you have saved this world and all its wonders. You celebrate your victory with the love of your life and your family. And soon you find yourself in another adventure with Ajak as both of you leave to explore the universe in search of others.
“Will you miss this world?” You ask before you leave the planet Earth’s atmosphere.
“No, I have everything I need here with me.” She smiles as she pulls you close.
“I feel the same way.” You grin with your eyes. “I’d follow you ‘til the end. Whenever that is.”
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blurb for may calling you daddy for the first time?
i want you all over me
pairings: may parker x reader
warnings: nsfw!! daddy kink, strap on use
a/n: sorry for how late this is, anon! i hope you still enjoy :)
you don’t usually take things this slow. you’ve always loved when may gets all desperate and needy, but you find yourself caving more often than not and giving her what she wants.
but today is different. you’ve told yourself that you’re going to drag this out as long as you could, and, so far, you’ve been able to hold back from fucking her into the mattress. progress.
you’re fucking may slowly, each thrust of your hips forcing the strap on deep into her. may’s lost ability to form words, reduced only to quiet whines and whimpers as you continue to fuck her. she’s crying, too, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes and slipping down her cheeks. you lean forward and kiss them away.
you glance over at the clock. you’ve been fucking her for a while now, though you didn’t need the clock to tell you that. may’s eyes are glazed over, her fingers clenching and loosening in the sheets as you thrust forward. she’s completely out of it.
“want to come, baby?” you murmur, brushing her sweaty hair away from her face.
may whimpers, her hips rising off the bed in an attempt to get you to fuck her. normally, you’d coerce a verbal response out of her, but you don’t think she’s in the mindset to string a coherent sentence together.
“yeah?” you give her a particularly hard thrust, smirking when she moans lowly. “that’s what i thought.”
you decide to take pity on her, and your hands move to grip her hips as you begin thrusting harder and faster into her. the bed creaks, and may can only whine, her hands flying to grip your ass.
“taking me so well,” you praise, panting as you jerk your hips back and forth. “look at you, just getting fucking so good, hm? such a good girl.”
may whines, her eyes screwing shut. that’s when it slips out, so low that you almost miss it. “please, daddy.”
you freeze, pulling back to look at her. “what?”
may’s eyes fly open, and you watch as her hazy mind takes a moment to file through what she’s said, and what is that all means. her eyes widen in alarm, a bright red blush rising in her cheeks.
“i’m so sorry,” may scrambled to apologize. “i don’t know what just happened, i didn’t mean —”
you cut her off with a hard thrust of your hips. may moans and falls back, her hips rising to meet yours.
“shut up,” you murmur, your eyes darkening. “daddy’s going to fuck you so good.”
may whimpers, and you’re true to your word. you’re ramming into her so hard that the entire bed is shaking, and she’s whimpering a mix of your name and god and daddy, and it’s all so hot. within a minute, may’s coming, her entire body locking up before she crashes over the edge.
“good girl,” you whisper into her ear as she comes down from her high. “so fucking pretty for daddy.”
this is to the anons: if your ask is formatted differently than how you sent it in, it’s because tumblr is being a little bitch and formatting your ask really weird (random spaces, line breaks, etc). so oftentimes i need to resend the ask to myself in a certain format so that it isn’t completely wonky, and sometimes i accidentally change the original formatting. sorry about that! but it definitely is still your ask, and i will definitely still respond :)
making may wear a vibrator to a party!!! and she’s squeezing her thighs together and squirming in her seat and people are asking if she’s okay because she’s so red and her voice is all shaky. and when you have a moment alone, you pull her aside and shove a hand down her pants just to feel how wet she is. she’s whimpering into your ear as you touch her, and before she can come, you pull away and smirk and leave the poor thing all wet and needy and so, so close. you reward her when you get home.
yes yes yes!! she’s all squirmy and desperate throughout the entire night because it’s one of those remote controlled vibrators, and guess who happens to have the remote. you play with the settings, flicking it up and down so that every time she gets close, she can’t come. AND YES there’s an empty closet nearby. you tug may into it halfway through the night, and she’s positively soaking when you reach down to touch her. may’s trying so hard to stay quiet for you because there are people right outside, so she’s just whimpering and whining quietly into your ear!! when she’s close, you pull away because you’re mean, and may’s shaking and almost crying because she’s so close. she tries to cling onto you and pull you closer, but you just tut and extract yourself from her and head back out into the party, leaving her to clean herself up. when you get home, you make sure to fuck her really good to make up for your behavior.
Summary - May takes care of you when you catch a common cold with some bathtime cuddles and kisses.
A/n - This request has been sitting in my drafts for far too long. I'm sorry @billiedeanspearls for not posting it sooner, please forgive me. I hope you enjoy it and if you do like, comment, or even reblog!!
Prompts
- 1, "I'm cold, can we cuddle?
-2 "A cold isn’t going to stop me from kissing you"
TAG LIST : Prompt List : Guidelines/Who I write for : May Parker master list
You woke with a stuffy nose, raspy throat, and one hell of a headache. You didn't think much about the night before at work. You weren't too considered by the constant blowing of your nose or even the little sneezing you were having as you worked on cases, Tony assigned to you.
You were exhausted. Yawning and fighting sleep as if your body gave you a choice. When you got home, work was not yet finished with you. You came home to see Peter giving you a guilty look with May fast asleep in bed.
"I didn't mean to" He starts. "I didn't even think, Ms Warren would get in the middle of it all. I swear I didn't know" Peter came closer to you, worry spilling from his eyes.
"I need you to call the principal and tell him that you and aunt May have some sort of punishment installed for me or something. I can't be suspended or even worst expelled... Pretty please" He pouts, holding out the home phone while you roll your eyes.
"Fine but if May finds out about this you better take full responsibility" You take the phone and dial the principal's number, coughing and sniffling a bit as you do so.
Once you were finished you hurried Peter to bed and do the same.
You rolled over in bed for the fifth time that morning. You were freezing as if you were in a big massive freezer. May went out of her way to try and remake your favourite soap (even though we all know May isn't the greatest cook's out there) and teas.
You were grateful for her but you knew the soap she was walking into your shared room with was ordered not homemade, but you still couldn't help but smile at her effort. "Tomato SOAP! Your favourite!" May announced, placing the tray in front of you.
"Thank you, honey" You respond, blowing on a spoonful of red creamy soup before consuming the warm liquid meal. "Oh and two grilled cheese! It's sourdough, so you know it's extra good" She smiles, pointing at the store-bought grilled cheesy goodness on your plate.
You smile, ignoring the fact that the food she bought looks and tastes like the restaurant not too far from the apartment. May turns on the Tv and allows you to eat before dashing off to answer the phone.
When she returned you were finished and freezing once again. You didn't want to get May sick so you said nothing. But as winter goes on in New York, everyone would be desperate to find warmth somewhere.
You watched and laid in bed, sipping at your ginger, lemon, and honey tea as May sat beside you. She glazes at you and then back to the Tv.
She didn't like she wasn't getting any attention. May sighs, pouts, and almost whimpers. She wanted attention and she was freezing. So she looks at you and pouts, her head resting on your shoulder.
"I'm cold, can we cuddle?" She asks, her big brown eyes reflecting a touched starved puppy. You scotch away. "I'm sick and not feeling the greatest. I would hate to get you sick" You reply, opening a window and walking over to the bathroom to have a nice hot bath.
"Hmph" May huffs, her pout more noticeable than ever. She walks into the bathroom and runs the hot water for you as you collect some comfy clothes.
You walk into the bathroom and see May pouting. "What is it?" You ask while brushing your hair, eyes glued to hers through the mirror.
"What is it?" She repeats, crossing her arms in annoyance. You couldn't help but laugh before slipping out of your clothes and climbing into the bathtub.
"You're not funny," She says, slowly undressing. "Woah your not getting in-" You push your lips together as your girlfriend smiles and giggles at you while getting comfortable in the bathtub.
"Cuddles?" She asks, inching closer to you as you huff in defeat. You hold out your arms and welcome her into your hold. "Yeah!!" She giggles, ushering closer to you. Her head rests in the crook of your neck while your arms wrap themselves around her and her giddy little giggles.
You both stay that way for a while before May feels unsatisfied once again. She looks up at you with another set of puppy dog eyes and a pout, causing you to roll your eyes. "What is it that you want this time?" You sigh and wait for her to reply.
"Kiss, kiss?" She pouts once again. "No I have a cold, remember?" You watch as your lover turns herself around, her hands coming up to cup your cheeks.
"Pretty, pretty pwes" She plays with your hair a bit before you shake your head. "No and that is final," You say and watch as May grumbles and crosses her arms.
"A cold isn't going to stop me from kissing you" The big brown-eyed woman cups your cheeks and steals herself a kiss. She smiles as you wave her hands away. "No" You laugh, continuing to shoo her hands away.
You fail and indulge in peck after peck. A few left on your cheeks the rest stolen from your grinning lips. "May!" You giggle as her hands pull you in for a greedy kiss, her arms around your neck with her hands gripping at her waist.
"Stop" You finally part yourself from her. "Kiss! Kiss!" May grins, wrapping her arms around you, holding you in a tight hug. You laugh against her smooth skin before giving up completely. "If you're still cold we can cuddle a bit more" You hear May's giddy little laugh as you roll your eyes.
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Wanda sighed with a gentle smile as she leaned back into the grey couch, resting her arms on top of the back before crossing her legs. She tilted her head before looking you up and down, her smile turning into a smirk as she nodded proudly of her work.
“Something bothering you?” she asked with the full knowledge that you couldn’t answer.
Whines left your mouth as you bit down on the gag she had put in earlier, your wrists sore from the rope digging into your skin. You had no ability to move, your legs were locked onto the floor with metal cuffs to keep you on your knees, legs wide apart, and your hands were tied to the ceiling above you.
The vibrator in your panties was put on the highest setting, the constant buzzing against your clit had grown painful over the hours. The pain was evenly balanced out with the unbearable amount of pleasure you received from all of this, the humiliation that came with it was enjoyable as well.
Knowing that Wanda had full control over you made you clench around nothing, shutting your eyes tightly as a desperate moan fell out. You were panting, your entire body was covered in a layer of sweat and tears were running down your cheeks. Red marks were scattered across your ass, a handprint very noticeable on the right cheek.
Wanda stood up before stepping closer to you, crouching down before cupping your cheeks. She kissed the tears away before settling on her knees, running her fingertips gently over your sides, barely brushing against your skin.
“You look so pretty when you cry, honey.” she breathed out sensually. “My pretty girl.”
Your entire body was trembling, hours and hours of endless stimulation to your clit had left you extremely sensitive. You tried to talk but it all came out as muffled and whiny blabber.
Wanda held your chin, tilting your head up to look at her. “You’re my good little slut, aren’t you?”
You gave her a nod, tears filling up in your eyes at the overstimulation. She picked up the tiny remote for the vibrator before turning it off, the sudden relief felt amazing. Her fingers slipped into your panties before pulling out the device, placing it on the floor next to you. She put her hand back into your underwear and you gave her a confused look, questioning her moves.
“I’ve barely gotten to touch you, honey. Did you really think this was over?” she teased.
You whimpered and let the tears run down your cheeks, tugging frustratedly against the rope that was holding you up.
She chuckled darkly, brushing her other hand over the tattoo that was placed on your thigh. She traced the writing with her fingers without looking, knowing exactly where each letter was placed while slowly pushing her fingers on her other hand into you. The letters spelled out a sentence she had often called you, the decision to have it inked into your skin was an easy one for her.
‘Wanda’s slut’ was spelled out on you, not placed where it was easily hidden, so many of her teammates had done a double take the first time they saw you in your swimsuit. The embarrassment you had felt was horrible, but the way she had fucked you after, repeating over and over how everyone now knew who you belonged to made it all go away.
Her lips turned up as you let out something between a whine and a moan as her fingers filled you up, the feeling of finally having something inside of you was both exhilarating and unbearable. She moved her other hand to your ass and squeezed, kneading it as she started to work her fingers inside of you.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. So damn simple to fuck you when you’re like this.” she said, pushing her fingers in and out of you. “Such a greedy little hole, sucking my fingers in so easily.”
You let out a cry, your body thrashing a little but was kept still by the restraints. You didn’t know if you could cum again, having completely lost count of how many orgasms you had already had.
“My personal whore, all for me to use when I want to. Maybe I should just have you like this all the time? Always prepared and ready for me.” she started to move her fingers faster. “Wouldn’t that be nice? You’d be safe in here, no danger at all.”
Your breathing was getting harder, the faster she moved her fingers the closer you got to an orgasm you didn’t know if you could handle.
“You like being stuffed with my fingers? Maybe I should fill you up completely with my strap later. Or have you had too much?” she said in a mocking tone.
Your whines and cries were getting louder and louder with each passing second. You could feel tears fall from your eyes and droplets of sweat run down your arms and thighs, the feeling was cooling for a second before disappearing.
“My little cry-baby. Can’t handle all of this can you? I’m gonna make you cum, don’t worry. Gonna make you cum like the dirty slut you are.” she said, ending the sentence with speaking through her teeth.
She made a fake pout and tilted her head a little, curling her fingers inside of you to hit your g-spot. “Poor little baby. 9 orgasms is just too much for you, huh? I thought you were a good slut, come on now.”
Your moans were loud as you nearly screamed, your hips were moving back and forth with Wanda’s fingers to make yourself cum quicker. She laced her other fingers through your hair and tugged it back so you would look up at her, her face getting as close to your own as possible.
“You’re gonna fucking cum for me, you got that? You know the rules, you do as I say. I’m giving you a countdown and you’ll cum.” she instructed. “Break eye contact and you’ll really regret it.”
“Five…four…three…” she smirked, watching as you started to fall apart. “...two…one.”
A desperate cry sounded through the room as you came, her fingers working you through your orgasm as you let out repeated moans.
“I know, honey, I know. Good girl.” she cooed into your ear as you started to calm down. She pulled her fingers out of you and dragged the gag down and out of your mouth.
You gasped and took in shaky breaths, your entire body falling slack. She removed the rope with her powers and let your body fall against her own, her hands wrapping around you to hold you up. “You’re done now, don’t worry.”
“Wanda…” you breathed out and nuzzled your head into her neck.
She cradled your head against her, holding you tightly. “I’ve got you, I’ll take care of you.”
She did the same to the leg restraints as she had done to the rope before slowly lying down, keeping you on her chest as she laid on the floor. She kissed the side of your head softly and sighed. “You’re everything to me. I love you, honey.”
Request: 1800s ajax being jealous of reader (who doesnt know shes an eternal and that she was with ajax before she had memory loss) being with her husband and living a “perfect” life with him so ajax watches from a far because the time period wouldnt allow them to be together they get closer and closer and reader falls in love and remembers everything leaves her husband to be with ajax
fluff and smut pls 👉👈ur my favorite ajax writer and would love to read this
Warnings: English is not my first language. Smut. NSFW.
Pairing: Ajak/F!Reader
Part 1
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A week passes by and Ajak is not seen, you wait at the counter staring at strangers passing by but she never does. And you don’t want to admit the excitement you felt as someone in blue attire entered your shop, nor the painful disappointment when you noticed it wasn’t not her. It makes you wonder what you did wrong, and you recount everything that happened during that night. Every day you think maybe it has to do with her family and late husband. Maybe she misses them and you were there showing off your perfect family. That’s why in this fine morning you are standing right outside of her house with your personal maid by your side. You are waiting for her to respond when you find yourself fixing your dress and shifting nervously on your feet, it leaves you confused for a moment. You let go of your thoughts as the door opens and she stands there frozen.
You give her an awkward smile as you lift up a basket. “I brought you some sweet bread.”
She stares at you for a moment before looking at your maid. She curtsies to Ajak, and the latter lets out a breath before moving aside and allowing you entrance. You feel some sort of hope and walk into the house. You are surprised to find it full of artifacts so different and intriguing, it seems old yet beautiful and welcoming. You have so many questions regarding her home, but you also have other questions that have been eating you for a week. She leads you to a parlor, and the architecture is so colonial and Mexican. She gestures for you to sit and you obey.
You stare at each other for some time, your maid not far from you. It feels like you have eyes on you once again, and it makes you nervous.
“I wanted to apologi-” You begin before being cut off by Ajak.
“No.” She says dryly, closing her eyes.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Don’t apologize.” She says as she opens her eyes slowly. “You did nothing wrong.”
“Then why did you leave?” You ask getting closer, and you hear someone shifting behind you; your maid. With a soft murmur you ask. “Why am I cruel?”
“I…” She begins to think of an answer but none come out.
“Well?”
“I can’t explain what happened. Would you like to take a walk in the garden?” She offers with a soft raise of her eyebrows signaling to your maid. She twirls her fan on her left hand meaning ‘We are being watched’.
And you feel guilty and like you are hiding something. So, you nod and allow her to guide you to her garden. You marvel at how big and beautiful it is, with tall cactus and thousands of flowers. You bent down to smell them as you pass them by, and once again you feel like a child. You notice how she makes you feel so comfortable and carefree. She watches closely as she seems pensive. Somewhere after five minutes of walking Ajak grabs you by the arm, and you feel cosmic energy surge through you. Your heart starts ponding fast and she pulls you closer before looking around.
“There’s thing I want to say to you, but it will be best if I let you leave.”
She is so close you feel your heart will burst, there is a fuzzy warm feeling building in your tummy and you are out of breath. You can’t help but admire her face noticing every single detail and pausing to stare at her lips. Unconsciously, you lick yours and feel her face getting closer only to realize it was you as she pulls away, but you won’t let go. You both stay out there for several seconds as you embrace her to keep her from running away, just staring at each other. Coming back to your senses you let her go and walk in comfortable silence before she kneels down to pick up some flowers. After rustling for a while between the flowers she stands up and hands you red gerberas. You stand there speechless; gerberas mean friendship and innocent… but in occasions they mean love. Ajak walks back into the direction of the house, as she leaves you too stunned to speak.
You stay a little longer and watch her work in the kitchen, you both have been quiet for some time but you enjoy the company and you know she does too even if she wants to fight it. Somewhere in the afternoon before dark you decide it is time to go home, so you stand behind her as she cleans. It makes you feel sad to think her lonely, no maids around as she insists on doing all the work. You clear your throat to catch her attention and you see her stop as she remains there not looking at you.
“I have to go.” You say softly.
Ajak feels your gaze burning through her back. “Alright.”
She turns around to look at you, and you get closer to bid your goodbyes. You want to give her something tender so she doesn’t feel lonely and you go to kiss her cheek, but you miscalculate because she turns around to say goodbye and you end up kissing the corner of her mouth. And once again you are filled with confusion, but you feel a magnetic connection with her that heats fuel inside of you consuming your senses. She is feeling the same thing, and it’s also written in your face how much you want to kiss her. You both move at the same time as your lips crash into a passionate kiss, both of your weights slamming against the table Ajak was working on and pushing it back as it slams into the wall. The sound is way too exciting and you feel Ajak pulling you close by the hips as you cradle her face in her hands, her kiss goes down your neck as fire is ablaze inside of you. But you pull away, flushed and heartbroken you look into her confused eyes only to see them break once again.
Tears begin to form in your eyes as you utter an apology. “I am sorry. I am so sorry.”
“Well, you only know how to be sorry.”
That stings.
“People would never allow it. They would never understand.”
“You don’t have to worry about that.” She says with pleading eyes.
“I have to go.” You say before running outside into the dark night.
Both of you weep that night, one loudly and the other quietly.
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Ajak does pass by the store, but you no longer stand behind the counter. It is so painful to watch her by and not be able to run into her arms. Your husband has noticed the sadness that has consumed you, and you can’t even explain to him why you are like this. He wants to surprise you with an outing to an event in town, it’s not opera but a good singer will have a performance. One of the perks of being far from the war is that you still have freedom to enjoy moments like that. Mexico is huge compared to other places you have been and every region is different. You know he has the best intentions but you feel a heavy cloud on top of you, still you can’t refuse him. The evening is alive with a beautiful performance, you are able to meet coworkers of your husband and mingle for some time.
You begin to tire, so you decide to sit down and take a moment to gather more energy. After a few seconds you feel eyes on you, and you begin to panic before finding the most beautiful golden eyes staring right at you. There is pure adoration in her eyes, and she seems to be in better spirits than you as she sits there like a queen on a throne. An entire crowd stands in the middle of both of you keeping you divided, but you watch her as she lifts her fan and places it on top of her heart. Your heart starts racing as you know it means romance. It makes you excited to think about it, and you feel the cloud disappear as the room gets brighter and happier. She presents her fan shut as she asks if you love her. You don’t even think about it before drawing your fan across your cheek. The smile on her face is the most precious thing you have ever seen, her eyes shimmer with a beautiful glow.
She touches the tip of the fan ‘I wish to speak to you.’ And you look around the crowd, you look back at her and bite your lip feeling nervous. She carries her open fan in her left hand ‘Come and talk to me.’ That makes you feel the thrill of the rush for a moment before twirling the fan in your left hand remembering it means ‘we are being watched.’ She rolls her eyes playfully and you smile, and once again she carries her fan with her right hand in front of her face ‘follow me’. You swallow hard before fanning slowly ‘I am married.’ You watch her sigh and pout playfully before she opens and shuts her fan, and your heart drops to your stomach as you remember it means ‘you are cruel’. Quickly you let it rest on your left cheek saying no. She looks slightly disappointed, and she stands up from her seat before drawing her fan across her forehead ‘you have changed’; and she leaves. It leaves you back as you were before, sad and confused with thousands of questions only she can answer.
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You can’t stop thinking about the meaning of ‘you have changed’. Which is exactly why you sneak out in the middle of the night after the performance and make your way to her state. As you walk under the pale moonlight with your heart in your hands the emotions inside of you swirl around making you feel anxious. You feel light headed but not in a bad way, you feel a lot of commotion happening inside of you and it feels like your heart will break free from your chest and take a run to Ajak’s home. Once you get there you find it completely dark, you are too terrified to leave and go back home. It takes you a moment to realize the soft light in one of the rooms. You knock gently on her door and wait, you keep waiting for some time until you know again and the door pushes open, this alarms you. Thinking something bad might have happened you enter with your heart pounding in your chest you can hear it in your ears.
You walk past the main hall and into the direction of the lit up room, and you almost get a heart attack when you find her standing there with her eyes closed. She seems to be asleep but standing, so you approach slowly still scared. With a shaky hand you poke her slightly, but she doesn’t respond and you are way too scared. You poke her once again this time harder, but nothing happens and you don’t know what to do. Suddenly, an orb appears in the middle of the air and you scream as you take several steps back. The orb disappears inside of Ajak’s chest and your brains crashes making you fall backwards. A movie plays in your head as you begin to feel way too familiar with your surroundings. You recognize the woman standing right in front of you and you let out a cry.
“Mrs. Garc-”
“No!”
“Please, let m-”
“No!”
You are still on the floor trying to collect yourself as tears rush down your face.
“Mrs. Garcia.”
And you summon your weapon leaving Ajak speechless. She tilts her head confused, waiting for a reaction from you. Many emotions are happening inside of her before she realizes and lets out a cry. And you both cry on the floor, it takes you a few minutes before you search for her embrace. You remember everything as you realize how you almost got yourself erased completely by unknown forces. Ajak still has a lot to explain, you don’t even remember the moments after it happened and how you pushed her away. You do remember now how she followed you to Spain. And you both weep embraced in the middle of the floor, in the middle of the night.
“For a moment… I thought it was mahd wy’ry.” You wince at the mention of the illness, sad memories come up. “But it was quite the opposite, you didn’t remember.” She sobs.
You look up to find her eyes, seeking comfort.
“I tried to heal you, and I followed you everywhere. I traveled around the world trying to find a cure, but I never found anything. It pained me to know you were out there not knowing who you were and living a lie. You were his and I was pissed, but I tried to stop it-” And she breaks out crying.
“I know. I know that now.” You hold onto her, as you let the memories sink in. At this point you just feel how much you missed her, and the weight of twenty years lost as you went on to be with somebody else. You are angry with yourself, and you just want to sink into her arms forever to make up for lost time. At the same time, you feel disgusted and like apologizing to Ajak.
“I am so so-”
“No.” She cuts you off and grabs your face before she presses her lips to yours in a heated and passionate kiss. You fit right into her arms and you press harder into her, the events of the other day coming up to you as you remember how much you wanted her. Still sitting you push her with your weight back into the wall behind her, and you feel desperate. You feel too clothed with everything you are wearing; you don’t need any of it. You pull desperately at her gown, quickly undressing her breasts and you moan at the sight of them. You pinch them slightly and it is Ajak’s turn to moan. You remember the carnal need when you almost had her over the table, and once again you launch at her capturing her lips.
But she is impatient, she has been craving you for years. She makes you stand up as she remains seated and you pull at your clothes unable to remove them, you let out a grunt as you become annoyed. She simply lifts your dress and pulls down your undergarments, you are dripping just thinking about what’s coming next. She doesn’t even give you a moment to compose when she ushers you into her waiting lips as she laps at your warm slit devouring you completely. You throw your head back and your legs become weak in pure bliss, she holds you up to add support. You are consumed in a delirious flame as you finally feel the rapture inside of you sending waves after waves of electricity, and you circle your hips as you ride out your orgasm using her lips and tongue.
You fall to your knees as you take a moment to feel the pleasurable aftermath, Ajak pulls you closer as she begins to plant wet kisses all over your face, neck and shoulders. It takes you a moment to catch your breath, you then proceed to go down as you make your way with a trail of kisses to her chest. You take one breast into your mouth, and you feel her harden as you suck slightly on it and lap it with your tongue. She groans and tangles one hand in your hair as she supports herself with her free one. You take your time savoring her and pleasuring her, you want to love her. You finally go down on her and hear her grunt and gasp as you finally bring her hot center into your mouth. The carnal way you take her is fervent, and the sounds she makes is music to your ears. Moments later she bites her lip trying to quiet her sound, and the only noise in the room is the wet sounds as you lap her slit and suck on her nub. After some time, she cries out as her muscles spam and she becomes a sensual mess.
You lay on top of her and remain on the floor for a few minutes as you both catch your breath and come down from your high. Somewhere during the night after you both clean up you snuggle in her bed. You think about everything that happened during those twenty years, and she thinks about the present. You hide your face on the side of her chest.
“What are we going to do now?” You ask, thinking about how terrible it is that you have a husband. You grimace.
She rubs your back to soothe you. “We can go anywhere; I know a place in the states.”
“I would love to start somewhere else, yes.” You smile softly at the thought of being with Ajak once again and forever.
She is drifting into sleep when you remember.
“It will last longer than you think? Really?”
“Oh, celestials.” She whines with a shaky breath.
“Like, are you for real?” You laugh as you earn a playful smack. “Who is cruel now?”
Ajak groans covering her ears.
“So, you have nine children?” You giggle. “What would Druig think of that? Is Sprite like your youngest? What does that make Thena?”
“Shh.”
Ajak presses a pillow to your head and only your muffled laugh is heard. She smiles softly before throwing the pillow and pulling you closer to kiss you. This night both of you laugh and kiss, trying to remember and trying to forget as your dreamed future comes closer. Somewhere in the afternoon of the next day the local news lies about two women being abducted by insurgents during the night, arranged by a very powerful prime eternal.
Request: 1800s ajax being jealous of reader (who doesnt know shes an eternal and that she was with ajax before she had memory loss) being with her husband and living a “perfect” life with him so ajax watches from a far because the time period wouldnt allow them to be together they get closer and closer and reader falls in love and remembers everything leaves her husband to be with ajax
fluff and smut pls 👉👈ur my favorite ajax writer and would love to read this
Warnings: English is not my first language. Next chapter is NSFW.
Pairing: Ajak/F!Reader
Note: I can't tell you how excited I was when I first received this request! I enjoyed so much writing it even tho at first I was scared about how I'd do it. I hope you don't mind that it is set in México, I thought it would be cool because Mexico began its independence war in 1810's and extended for ten years. Thank you so much for this request!! T-T
Part 2
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The salty air of the sea hit Ajak with some nostalgia as she returns to the states from her trips to Europe. Conflict has been rising for a few years now with the people from the New Spain trying to overthrow the Spanish hold on their lands, so it was safer to enter the land through the states and go south to actually set on the north in Sonora. The trip was long, exhausting, and emotionally draining. The heat of the arid desert like lands was noticeable as it shimmered in her skin forming beads of sweat over her upper lip and forehead. The arrival felt heavy and the house haunted with memories. The state extended further and the farm was rich with several habitants. Living among the humans was no longer strange, in fact she had been discovering amazing things about them.
Before entering the house Ajak takes a moment to look around the place. Many years ago she had called this place home and the garden that is flourishing had once been her major pride. She could almost remember the figure that used to kneel every morning to smell the flowers, the same figure that now caused her the most pain. So, she closes her eyes and takes a moment to recover herself from the painful past. The first week goes by in deep silence, with only the companion that a farm can offer.
By the second week Ajak has to go into town as she needs supplies for her state, and she is guilty of still spying on human’s development. She admires for quite some time trying to blend into the crowds as a human would do. The prices are high for basic necessities such as food as a result of the ongoing war. The prime eternal is observing the conditions of every person in that place when her space is invaded by a woman in attire not from this region, her hair is braided; she is a maid from Spain. She curtsies and offers a letter.
“The family Garcia would like to welcome you as they have noticed you are a neighbor of their state. Please accept this formal invitation to dine with the family; owners of the bakery Garcia and members of the presidency.”
Ajak accepts the invitation as she takes it in her hand, she is not used to this type of formalities in this region since it still is under development. Must have been a side effect of the conflict. Ajak offers a smile to the still waiting woman in front of her, and nods once. She knows all eyes are on her and her presence is noticeable in such a small land. She is the mysterious woman that arrived last week, and news travel fast. It’s almost as if they forgot she was here 20 years ago, as if they had forgotten the day she sailed to Spain with a broken heart looking to collect the pieces.
“I would like to know where this bakery is located.”
“This way, ma’am.” And the young braided woman leads her to a very fine looking bakery around the corner, the smell is so delicious it almost reminds her of the cakes she feasted on in her travels through Europe.
The maid leads Ajak to a parlor within the store, which is different to the architecture she got used to in England. It still has decorum and elegance, but she notices the radiant vibrant colors and happiness with the beautiful native flowers with the most exquisite smell.
“She is in the backroom. If you’d like to wait here and I’ll-”
“No, I’m here.”
That voice. Ajak’s head snaps towards the sound of your voice as you enter the place. Time stops still for the prime eternal; breath is no longer an ability she possesses. You notice how her gaze falters, and she looks deeply afflict. And then, in a moment it is gone. You hold her gaze for a few seconds and wonder how much of the ongoing war she has seen.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Ajak. I am Y/N de Garcia.” You curtsy knowing she comes from somewhere in Europe, the blue dress with golden embroidery gave her away as soon as you saw her. You already know her name because she actually owns her state.
You notice the long pause she takes to respond; you worry she doesn’t speak Spanish at all or she is confused as where you learned her name. She looks deep into your eyes trying to find something there, to find a miracle.
“The pleasure is all mine.” She returns the gesture after several seconds with a pained expression.
“My husband will be here at noon. He is working at the presidency; it has been busy due to... ongoing events”
“R-right. These uh, these are difficult times.” She nods and sets her gaze on the floor. “I-“
“You-“
You both blush having spoken at the same time.
“Apologies. Please, go ahead.” You offer a smile.
“No, the fault was mine.” There she goes again with the pained expression.
She clears her voice and composes her posture as you signal for her to sit down. She sits and you notice how she keeps looking down, and then she does it again: she gathers strength from somewhere deep within herself. You have only been to Spain and France with your husband, so you imagine England is quite different.
She looks up and holds your gaze. “Well, I had never seen a bakery in this area before. I left to…uh, Europe around twenty years ago.”
“Oh!” You widen your eyes in surprise and straighten your pose on the edge of the seat, putting all of your attention into the conversation. “I left to Spain twenty years ago too!” Falling back into your seat you apologize. “I apologize, I got a little excited.”
“No.” Ajak says softly with a smile all tender, her eyes shimmer with adoration as she looks at you. “It’s alright.” She bites her lip as she looks down, then a shadow passes over her façade and darkness takes over. “Your husband. Is he from Spain?”
You nod and close your eyes for a few moments with a delicate smile.
“I met him here, actually. I, well, that’s a story for another day. Would you like to try some sweet bread and cake?” You offer extending your hand and signaling for her to go on as you guide her to the kitchen.
“So.” You begin as you present her first with your special sweet corn bread. “Your husband?” You ask with a cheeky smile.
Ajak takes a surprised breath as she suppresses a gasp with her gaze fixated on the bread in front of her. “Well, you see… that’s… quite complicated since my… husband had a terrible accident many years ago. And well,” You notice how her voice begins to break as tears threaten to form in her eyes, and you reach out for her hand to offer some sympathy.
“I am so sorry for your loss.” And as you touch her hand electricity shoots from her hand right into yours. “Oh.” You utter a little wide eyed. “I am so sorry; must be the weather.”
Ajak stares at you for some time and you feel intimidated under her gaze. Feeling guilty for the static shock you try to pull away but she won’t let go. You begin to worry you did something wrong.
Then she seems to snap out of it. “I-” She lets go. “Apologies, it is hard to talk about it.”
“I suppose you inherited riches, dare I go ahead and assume. You must be an accomplished woman.”
“I am a healer.” She says without adding more information.
“Oh?”
“Yes.”
You had never met a woman healer. The women in your husband’s family were only there to attend their husbands and children, but healing was a man’s job.
“I help women during childbirth, and other things. Practiced in Egypt.”
“Ah.” You reply trying not to sound ignorant with your lack of knowledge in that field.
“Is this your bakery?” She asks almost daring.
“No. This is my husband’s bakery. It is originally from Spain and it is called ‘La Flor’ (the flower).”
Ajak clenches her jaw for a moment as she seems pensive, there is fire in her eyes and it makes you feel more intrigued about her.
“He also works at the presidency?” She asks.
“Well, part of his distant family belong to the Spanish royalty. He still has some influences. The bakery was just an extension to… keep me occupied.” You look down afraid to have shared too much information.
Ajak changes the subject and you spend part of the evening talking before it is time to go home. Just as she is about to leave your husband walks through the bakery’s front door and goes directly to the kitchen in your search. As soon as he enters you rush into his arms and welcome him with a passionate kiss.
That catches Ajak off guard, and she feels herself breaking from the inside as if her entire self will crumble to pieces yet again. She knows she will cry and at the same time she feels a bitterness within her core so strange and new to her. And once again, the feeling of that short cut spring of being left somewhere in the middle. The palms of her hands begin to tingle, as her cosmic energy threatens to escape to heal her throbbing heart. But she doesn’t look like so, and in fact she clears her throat and speaks directly to the maid.
“If you don’t mind, would you be so kind as to see me to the exit? I’d love to get home before dark.”
The maid nods and curtsies to you and your husband before leading Ajak to the exit. You are too busy to pay attention, Ajak notices with an agonizing ache in her heart. And as soon as the maid bids her goodbyes with a curtsy and closes the door, the eternal crumbles to the floor as she supports her fall sliding down the door. But she won’t cry, not yet. It takes her a moment to collect herself, and she knows she has to be her very best self to remain sane.
Ajak returns home to find it more empty, more alone and lonely. The invasive silvery night that intrudes through her window seems colder and crueler. And she weeps into her pillow, with the promise to gather back her strength to go on.
_ ✽ _
And Ajak passes the bakery for several weeks with nothing more but a soft wave of her hand when you do catch her attention. She doesn’t ever enter; for she knows the pain is too unbearable; for she knows she will be impulsive; for she fears what she will find. Unaware of this, you want to apologize for your lack of manners the day you met. To do so, one fine morning you bake her a special cake with a recipe you learned in France. You are waiting for your maids to inform you when she passes by as you believe it would be better to invite her in yourself.
It was still early, a little before midday when the maids came into the parlor to let you know of Ajak’s presence in the market. You fix your dress and look at yourself in the mirror your keep there and rush outside with quick steps as your maids cheer you on to hurry up. You dart out the store and almost run into Ajak as she picks up some fruit. She closes her eyes and lets out a surprised ‘oh’ as she prepares for the crash that never comes.
You stop your quick pace right in front of her with your brightest smile. Slowly, she opens one eye and sighs in relief as she sees your standing there. Her heart is pounding and she doesn’t know if it is because the scare you gave her or because you are standing right in front of her. It confuses her, and pains her to believe you might have gotten in touch with who you are. It would kill her to dare to dream too far. So, she just tilts her head to the side waiting for an explanation.
“I baked you a cake!” You blurt out unable to hold your excitement. “No, wait I ruined the surprise! I was supposed to invite you in and surprise you.” You look away as you recall the plan lost in thought.
“I am… surprised. Believe me.”
Ajak’s voice brings back your attention, and you offer her your best smile as you reach for her hands. And you feel it again; electricity shoots through your palms and you let it in. It stays with a warm pleasant tug like something inside of you wants to respond to it. You quickly let go a little confused.
“I-” You begin to form an apology, even if you are still confused.
“Shall-” Ajak begins trying to collect her thoughts, her expression neutral and unreadable. “Shall we go inside and try the cake.”
“Oh, no. It is all yours.” Your smile returns forgetting what just happened. “You must have a family, I forgot to ask the other day.” You usher her inside excitedly.
“My family… is not here with me.”
You gasp. “Did they stay in England?”
“Something like that, yes.”
She sets her attention elsewhere as she looks around the bakery before looking at the waiting maids with their little presentation of the cake at the counter. Ajak’s eye light up at the sight of it, and you can’t help but melt a little. It also makes you feel excited because you don’t have any friends here. You move to the counter and turn the cake around in its stand for Ajak to see the details you added.
“Oh, Mrs. Garcia. You didn’t have to.” She marvels at the cake.
“Oh, it’s no problem. I just really wanted to apologize for the other day. It was really rude of me to let you go without saying goodbye. I hope you can forgive me for my lack of manners.” You give her an eye smile before dropping your fan knowing it means ‘I want to be friends’.
Tenderness forms in Ajak’s eyes as she smiles at you, she nods her head once. She takes hers out and lets it rest on the right cheek meaning ‘yes’. You heart swells with happiness before reaching out for her without touching her. You are so excited to have a friend here, it would be less lonely in the evenings.
Ajak convinces you of sharing the cake and both of you spend part of the day just talking, getting to know each other. You find out Ajak has traveled to many places in the world, something that truly surprises and amazes you. While you are sitting there at your parlor, drinking tea and eating cake you feel like a child learning about things you never heard of. You listen attentively focusing on the amazing stories she has to tell; she is a good story teller which starts to eat at your head as you try to remember another story teller, but you never do.
Somewhere before noon your husband arrives ever so formal, ever so happy. Ajak places her cup of tea on the coffee table as she stands, you don’t forget her this time as your husband embraces you and you pull slightly away. Still, you have the happiest smile and it makes her bitter in green fog as those smiles seem familiar, way too familiar. She looks down, and you feel a pang in your heart for some reason. You also remember she lost her husband, so you smile at yours and gesture to Ajak.
“Darling, this is Mrs. Ajak; she is our neighbor. Mrs. Ajak, may I present my husband Mr. Alfonso Garcia.”
Every so politely they greet each other.
“Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Ajak.” He looks at his wife. “You see? She accepted.” And they both share a secret smile.
“Likewise.” She says nothing else.
Ajak feels once again that bitterness with the green taint. Anger and doubts consume her, and she keeps her gaze elsewhere. She knows her eyes hold so much power, for her eyes and only her eyes in the entire world look at the celestials. She starts to fidget the fan in her hands, and starts to formulate an excuse to leave.
“Apologies-” She begins but is cut off but your husband.
“Join us for dinner. We have a pending invitation, we never truly set any details.”
He seems like a nice person, Ajak almost feels sorry. She is about to decline when you give her puppy eyes hoping she’d stay. And this is the moment you start to notice that you are seeing her in a different way, and innocently you assume it is friendship. You see her debate something as she furrows her eyebrows and her sullen eyes get lost under the long eyelashes, and you pout.
“Alright. I will stay. Thank you.” She offers a soft smile that doesn’t truly reach her eyes.
Being there is insufferable for Ajak, it’s not that the man won’t shut up but the fact that even when he chats the night away he is still all over you. She makes small talk, a few comments and answering awkward questions about family. Now you and your husband find out about her nine children that live in different parts of the world, something that truly amuses both of you; how well traveled she is.
“Well, I am a healer.” Ajak says as the conversations leads to this revelation. “I am a good one and I have attended many women and children over the years.”
“Maybe you’d be able to assist us when we finally conceive our first child.”
You blush and cover your face with your fan a little embarrassed. But when you look at Ajak she looks like she just saw a ghost. Your husband continues talking about whatever, and doesn’t notice how your eyes widen slightly as you stare at Ajak waiting for a signal of emotion. There are shadows of darkness swirling around her already dark orbs. She proceeds to stare right into your eyes and you almost want to cry as you see pain reflected in them. Then she opens and shuts her fan only for you to see, and your heart drops as you know it means ‘You are cruel’.
“Apologies, Mr. Alfonso Garcia. I must depart to my state, I forgot I had business to attend over there.”
“Oh,” Your husband says slightly taken aback. “Of course, it was improvised.”
Tears begin to form in your eyes, but you try your best to hide them as you nod to your husband.
“I will see her out.” You offer.
He notices the serious atmosphere and nods, he doesn’t think any of it and bids his goodbyes to Ajak. Her silence is painful, and you feel your heart pounding in your heart. Suddenly, the walls seem to have eyes. You lead her to the front of the store, and she keeps on walking. You are about to call out for her when she stops and turns around. She has a neutral expression that caresses your mind. She turns around and you feel your heart break for her, there are tears in her eyes. You don’t understand what it all means.
“It would be best if we stop seeing each other.” She says.
“Mrs. Ajak, I don’t understand.”
“It would be best if you don’t.” She replies. “Have a good life. It will last longer than you think.”
And without anything else to say she disappears into the night. It breaks something inside of you, but you do your best to hide it. That same night you weep into your pillow, as silently and quiet as you can.
