Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Hello, sorry for the previous ya mama tag, that was uncalled for. Anyway, I wanted to put an intro page to tell yall what I will and won’t do because some things I’m just not comfortable with. I will update the won’t and wills if I come across weird or okay shit along my travels (doom scrolling TikTok).

Will(Regular stuff):
-Angst
-Smut
-Fluff
-Friends
-Lovers
-Abuse, in a past sense or flashback sense

Will(Kinks):
-Praise, yes gimme more
-Piss, oddly enough, as long as it’s not drinking it
-Pegging, dunno if that’s a “kink” but it’s going here
-Maybe degradation. I’ll have to write it and see

Won’t:
-Rape, will do past references or references in general, but I will not write the scenario
-Shit, as in poop, piss is enough
-Any other bodily fluid that’s not piss(minus cum)
-Gore sex, no dicks are going in anyone’s eyeballs
-Just hurtful sex in general, no holes are getting abused in a bad way
-Abuse, in a very graphic way

That’s all I can think of at the moment. Please feel free to ask questions if you need some clarification. Alrighty guys, next page will be a Dishonored fic so get ready for that. Also, tell me if you have any different ideas for anything I write that might make it better if it’s cringe or something. I’m still fairly new to this, so criticism is needed and wanted.

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Corvo wasn’t usually one who showed his emotions. Especially if it was anything other than anger and indifference. He was a very calculating man. That was, until Emily Kaldwin came into the world. His little girl. Jessamine’s little girl.

His grip on the ruined heart tightens slightly, making the circular glass in the middle glow. “I remember the smell of the sea…I miss the sound of the waves hitting the rocks along the walls..”, Jessamines voice echos out softly. His brow furrows at the sound, never getting used to the fact his lover was reduced to….this….like a tool.

Corvo gently sets the heart to the side, leaning back on the stiff bed he’d been given at the Hound Pits. He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes. Emily. If only he’d have come in sooner, a day earlier maybe. Maybe things wouldn’t have gone so wrong. Maybe Emily would still be home. Maybe Jessamine…

A voice breaks him from his thoughts. A familiar voice. Eyes opening and looking at the doorway in front of his bed.

It’s you. One of the hands around the Pub. He remembers you. He remembers looking at you and seeing Jessamine. The air in his throat catching. Eyes going wide. Hands twitching in want. Wanting to embrace you. Take your lips in his, in relief. Take you to a room and….

For a moment he thought maybe, just maybe he hadn’t lost her….you…

“Corvo?…”, your voice snaps him out of it. That voice…just like Jessamine’s. Soft and sure. He sits up more, giving you a once over. “Yes?”, he asks. You take a step into the room, “Captain needs you downstairs”.

He nods slightly, gazing into your eyes. Her eyes…

His gaze darts down to his hands in his lap. “Okay…I’ll be there in a second”, he says gruffly. You nod and leave, going back to your chores.

He slowly looks to the heart on the table by his bed. He brings his hands up and runs them down his face with a slight groan. He needed to get over it. Get over her death. All it would do is distract him, and he doesn’t need to be distracted. Get over it. Get over her….. Get over you…

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Zaeed and you were always bickering about something. Mainly about how his views about some things were too violent and unnecessary. And even though he would scoff, roll his eyes, or have some smart ass retort to you calling him out- he kinda liked it. The rush your glare and harsh words gave him was both annoying and exciting. But he hid it; his semi hard-on and the slight flush of his cheeks. Until one day you noticed…

You had been annoying him the whole mission, being a goody two shoes and having to save everyone. He wanted you to focus on Vido. He was the priority. These workers didn’t matter. This facility didn’t matter. But you just wouldn’t listen. It infuriated him, but he went with your decision anyway. Though, he had half the mind to go after Vido himself. He’d come this far, all he’d have to do was say no and do it his way. But he didn’t. Because even though you’re pissing him off, it’s getting him going. Your sharp stare and scowl does something to him. He’s had people fight him before, but it’s never gotten to him the way you do. Your anger is so calm, it’s terrifying. And he likes that.

He agrees with your option begrudgingly and you both do just that; save the workers. But by the time you get to Vido, he’s on a ship flying away. Zaeed runs closer to the edge, spraying bullets at the vehicle. They all reflect off the metal of it. One of the heated shells that falls from the gun, falls onto a line of gasoline. “You just cost me 20 years of my life!”, he growls out, turning to you with his weapon pointed at your chest. Before you can even respond, the gasoline ignites and causes an explosion nearby. A metal pipe flies from it, and lands on Zaeeds legs, effectively pinning him to the ground. “Aghh! Son of a bitch!”, he shouts, pushing against it for a moment before looking at you with a clenched jaw. “Zaeed! Are you okay?”, you ask slightly worried, but ultimately feeling he brought this on himself. “The hell do you care? I’m fine”, he grits out, “Now come on, get me out of this shithole”. You walk over to him and crouch down, glaring at him, “Why should I trust you? You put your revenge ahead of the mission, how do I know you won’t do the same when we need you?”. His eyebrows furrow- the look you’re giving him making him feel hot, “I’ll do whatever I’m goddamn paid to do, Shepard. Don’t expect any more than that”, he grunts and leans away from the pipe on him, “Now quit screwing around, let’s go!”. You stand up and back away, “You put your own goals ahead of the mission, that’s not how this works”. He scowls and looks down, “I’ve survived this long watching my own back. No time to worry about anyone else”. When he looks up, your gun is aimed at his head. His eyes widen slightly, staring down the barrel. They move to look at your face. Oh your face. It’s like a dark shadow has framed half of it, your eyes showing through. That harsh look you always give him, but this time it’s sharper. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, feeling hot from more than just the surrounding flames. “You’re part of a team now, Zaeed. There’s no way we can do this unless we can all work together. And you’ve been a pain in my ass since day one”, your tone is low and commanding. And it goes straight to his dick. “You…you have a point…”, he mutters, looking down. You holster your weapon in response. “I’m not done with Vido. But I can put that behind me long enough to get the mission done”, he says as you pick up one end of the pipe and throw it off him, not helping him up. He stumbles, but stands. “Let’s get the hell out of here”, he mumbles as he limps away, an arm across his stomach. Both in pain and to cover his raging boner. Unlucky for him, as he was getting up you saw it. You stand there for a moment, watching him walk away. Zaeed may get on your nerves most times, but he’s grown on you. You’re glad everything worked out and didn't escalate. You sometimes see your bickering as teasing, in a way. Someone always having to have the last word. You’ve noticed the slight blush on his face when you look at him with that dark scowl, which is why you keep making it. Seeing him worked up gets you worked up. A grin creeps up on your face as you stare at his ass. You wonder how far you can take it…

Back on the Normandy, Zaeed is taken to Dr Chakwas for being practically crushed by a metal pipe. He’s fine for the most part besides some heavy bruising on his hips and thighs, so she lets him go back to his room with some medi-gel. You’re in your cabin, thinking of ways to make him snap. Ways to make him realize you know and you’re okay with it. Really okay with it.

You walk to his room, going in without knocking. He’s leaned against the wall like he usually is, scowling out the window. He sees it’s you out the corner of his eye, “Can’t believe Vido got away. 20 years of tracking, gone”, he spits out. He sighs, “but I guess I need to put that behind me. Bigger fish to fry and whatnot”, he looks at you. “So what did you need, Shepard?”. You have that look on your face. That glare that gets him going. He swallows and pushes off the wall, tilting his head at you. “No ‘thank you’ for not leaving your sorry ass?”, you say. He raises an eyebrow, “‘Sorry ass’? I’ve been called worse in an ice cream shop”. You step closer to him, pointing a finger at him. “Yeah. You’re a sorry ass. And you really pissed me off on that mission, I’d at least like a thank you”, you poke his chest hard enough for him to lean back against the wall again. He hits the wall with a grunt, his dick hardening at your roughness. He grits his teeth, and you stare him down; waiting. He breathes in deeply, “….Thank you”, he finally says. “For what?”, you push your finger against his chest again. He tilts his head back slightly for a moment, “…For not leaving my sorry ass”, he grunts out.

”Good boy”, your hand goes front poking his chest to caressing it. He short circuits. Good boy? Good boy? He stiffens (in more ways than one), looking at you with wide eyes. “What?”, he says. Your hand glides down his torso and back up, “I said ‘good boy’”. Your voice is low and sultry, grinning at him with a sharp look. If he wasn’t hard enough already, he is now. The feel of your hand creates goose bumps on his skin, and he shivers. “What- Where is this coming from?”, he asks, both confused and turned on. “I know what I do to you, Zaeed. You don’t hide it very well”, your hand moves to hover over the tent in his pants. He breathes in sharply, “Shit-“. You know. Fuck, you know. His jaw clenches as he looks at you, taking in that mischievous and dark look on your face. “Yeah…I know…”, your hand cups his bulge and he hisses, throwing his head back. “I know you like it when I’m mad. That you like when I glare at you. When I call you out on your bullshit”, you massage him through his pants. He leans against the wall more, legs spreading for your hands as he starts to breathe heavy. “Fuck-“, his hands come up to hold your waist, “Yes, I do- fuck- I do”. You press hard against his dick and he groans. “You want me to take care of this for you?”, you ask, not moving your hand. He grunts, hips shifting to move against you. You put your other hand on his stomach and push him against the wall to keep him from moving. He whines slightly, “Yes, god damnit!”. You ease up on his dick, moving again, but painfully slow, “Say please”. He clenches his jaw, trying to move against your hands again, only for you stop moving again. He groans and tilts his head back so hard it thumps against the wall. “…please”, he mutters. “What was that? I can’t hear you”, you smirk. “Shit- please!”, he says louder. “Good boy”, you say again, massaging his dick again. He moans gruffly, closing his eyes and gripping your hips. Your hand feels like heaven through his pants. He’s imagined what you’d feel like when he touches himself after an argument, and it’s better than he could’ve ever thought. His hips jerk forward, trying to get more friction. You move your hand away at the action, and he whines. His hands grip your waist harder and he pulls you closer, rutting against you leg. “Ah- shit-“, he moans in your ear. Your insides flutter at the sound. “Mmm, you sound so pretty”, you mumble into his ear, moving your hands up to his head. One hand in his hair, and the other on his neck, you let him hump your thigh. His thrusts are fast and incohesive. He growls and skims his teeth along your shoulder. You tilt your head back in response, gripping his hair. He hisses, biting slightly, and you push him off of you; sinking to your knees. You need to feel him in your mouth. He looks confused at first, but when he sees you on your knees and frantically undoing his pants, he groans. “Oh hell yes”, he spreads his legs more. You shove his pants down with his boxers, and his cock springs out; leaking and rock hard. You moan at the sight and wrap a hand around it, leaning forward to lick the tip. He hisses and grips your hair as you continue to lick his dick. Along the tip, along the length, everywhere. He shivers, gritting his teeth. “Quit that”, he grunts, pushing your head slightly. You still and look up at him, “Say please”. He huffs, and you stay still. He bangs his head against the wall again, “Fuck, please!”, he yells. And you take his tip into your mouth. He moans at the feeling of your lips, and you swirl your tongue around it before taking him deeper. His legs shake and he grips your hair, but not pushing. “Shit- fuck- yes please please please”, he mutters. You take him pretty far, but have to use your hand to get the rest. You suck hard and squeeze your hand. He makes a choked noise and hunches over, “Fuck love-“. You bob your head along his dick, swirling your tongue around his head each time. He writhes and moans in pleasure, “I’m gonna-“, he cuts himself off with a whine as he cums fast. His body convulses and his cum shoots down your throat. You swallow around him, still moving your head. He hunches over you, legs shaking at the overstimulation, “Love- please- I can’t-“. But you don’t stop, you keep bobbing your head on his spent dick, swirling on his tip and sucking. His breathing is unstable and he tears up, the feeling of it making him close again already. He whines, pulling your hair, but not pulling you off. Your hands grip his legs, and you take him deeper into your mouth. He cums again with a deep moan, dick pulsating in your mouth, as you swallow again; finally sliding off with a pop. He leans back against the wall, fucked out and shaky. You wipe your mouth and stand up, wrapping your arms around his waist. You kiss his face and pull him closer, “I’m not done yet”…

TO BE CONTINUED?