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anisangeldust · 4 months ago

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Someone sedate me

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

Summary : When your Master comes back from mission, ready to scream his emotions, or make you scream them.

Word Count : 4.2k

Ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ: Master/Padawan relationship, love confession, worshipping, PiV, size kink, breeding kink, mating press, missionary, pussy eating, vaginal fingering, big cock, bigger Anakin, slight degradation.

A/N : a happy belated birthday to @anisangeldust my wife <3 I love you and here’s your birthday gift : 4.2k of pure smut with a 6’8, 220lbs Anakin Skywalker. This work is kinda poetic cuz I’m a poet…

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

Anakin Skywalker stood at the doorframe of your room, the twin suns of Tatooine's memory searing his vision even here, light-years away. The years had sculpted him — 6’8, 220 pounds of wiry strength and coiled power, his frame cast in sharp shadows beneath his Jedi robes. His muscles were taut beneath the fabric, but they weren’t the reason he felt like his skin might burst into flame.

It was you.

You were standing a few meters away, barely reaching his chest, your delicate frame lost among the gigantic room. His “Padawan,” the one he told himself was just that. The one he had been so careful to hide his obsession for. So careful to control his gaze, to smother his hunger behind careful smiles and glances he hoped were subtle. But the Force wasn’t subtle in the way it surged around you. It crackled in his bones every time you spoke, every time you laughed.

And today, he was done pretending.

Your head turned, and you spotted him. A smile bloomed on your lips — unguarded, bright. His pulse hammered.

His jaw clenched, and he strode toward you, closing the distance with long, deliberate steps. Each one felt like a step off a cliff, a plunge into gravity he couldn’t resist anymore. You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, curiosity flickering in your eyes.

He stopped just inches away, towering over you, the heat of his body palpable. He couldn’t stop the way his fingers curled, aching to touch you. His voice, low and rough, broke the silence.

“Tell me I’m not imagining this.”

“Master,” You smiled brightly.

His heart clenched at the word, sweet and devastating in your mouth. Master. The title was a barrier between them, a wall he had built brick by brick, day by day, to keep you safe. To keep himself sane. But now, hearing it fall from your lips, it felt like a mockery. A cruel joke played by the Force itself.

"Don't call me that," he growled, the words torn from his throat. His hand shot out, fingers curling around your jaw, tilting your face up towards his. Your skin was soft, impossibly delicate beneath his calloused palm. He could feel the rapid flutter of your pulse, matching the frantic pounding of his own heart.

His gaze dropped to your lips, full and pink and tempting beyond belief. He leaned in, breath ghosting over your skin. "Call me Anakin," he breathed, his voice rough with need. "Or nothing at all."

The air between them was electric, charged with tension and desire. He could feel the Force pulsing around you, drawing him closer, taunting him with the forbidden fruit of your body. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, tracing the soft curve, and he swallowed hard.

"I've tried to resist this," he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. "Tried to tell myself it was wrong. But I can't anymore. Not when you look at me like that."

His free hand slid down your back, spanning the curve of your waist, pulling you flush against him. He could feel every inch of you, soft and yielding against his hard planes. His hips pressed forward, grinding against you, and a low groan escaped his throat.

"Tell me you want this," he whispered, his lips brushing yours with every word. "Tell me you want me."

“M-Master…I…I—” You blushed furiously. To your utter surprise, he kneeled in front of you, and even in this position, he was taller than you.

His knees hit the floor with a soft thud, the impact jarring through his joints, his legs folding like a supplicant before an altar. Even kneeling, he was still eye level with you, his face mere inches from your trembling form. The position was unfamiliar, humbling, a stark contrast to the power he wielded. But it felt right, somehow. Necessary.

His hands found your hips, large and warm, spanning the delicate bones. He could feel the heat of your skin through the thin fabric of your clothes, the way your body trembled beneath his touch. His thumbs rubbed slow circles, soothing, coaxing.

"Shh," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "There's no need to be afraid. I won't hurt you."

His gaze locked with yours, intense and searching. He could see the confusion, the uncertainty swirling in the depths of your eyes. He understood. This was new, uncharted territory. For both of them.

Slowly, deliberately, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against your stomach. The movement forced you to look down at him, your hair falling forward in a silky curtain. He breathed in deeply, the scent of you filling his lungs, his senses. Sweet and intoxicating, like the spices of a thousand worlds.

One hand slid up your back, fingers tangling in your hair, tugging gently until your head tipped back, exposing the elegant line of your neck. His lips brushed the sensitive skin just below your ear, a feather-light touch that sent shivers racing down your spine.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered against your skin, his breath hot and damp. "Tell me how to please you."

His other hand slid lower, cupping your ass, pulling you harder against him. He could feel the heat of your core, even through the layers of clothing separating them. It took all his willpower not to rip them away, to bare you to his hungry gaze.

But this wasn't about him. It was about you. About giving you what you needed, what you craved. Even if it killed him.

He was only a man after, a man made to worship, a god…or a woman. You nodded « T-the bed, Master » You stammered, blushing under his heated gaze. Nobody ever looked at you with such reverence —with such devotion.

A single word, a command whispered from your lips, and he obeyed without hesitation. His hands slid from your body, leaving you feeling bereft, cold. But the loss was brief, replaced by the heat of his presence as he rose to his feet, his tall frame towering over you once more.

In one fluid motion, he scooped you into his arms, cradling you against his chest like a precious treasure. Your head nestled perfectly in the crook of his neck, your face buried in the warmth of his skin. He could feel the rapid flutter of your pulse, the way your breath hitched with each step he took towards the bed.

The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he lowered himself onto it, settling back against the pillows with you still clutched tightly in his arms. His hand slid up your spine, tracing the delicate curve of your back, the dip of your waist.

"Is this what you want?" he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "To be worshipped? To be adored?"

His other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, burning with a hunger that took your breath away. A hunger that mirrored your own.

Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his lips hovering a hairsbreadth from yours. "Tell me," he breathed, his voice rough with need. "Tell me what you need. What you crave."

His tongue darted out, wetting his lips, and you couldn't help but follow the movement, your own tongue peeking out to moisten your dry mouth. The air between you was electric, charged with tension and desire.

One hand slid down your side, skimming over your hip, your thigh, before settling on your knee. He pushed your leg up, opening you to him, his fingers trailing fire in their wake.

"I want to hear you say it," he growled, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. "I want to hear you beg for it."

His hand slid higher, bunching the fabric of your skirt, pushing it up and up until cool air kissed your heated flesh. His fingers brushed the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “P-please…Master…I need you.” You whimpered, his words like poetry in your ears.

His breath caught in his throat, your plea echoing through his mind like a prayer. The words he had longed to hear, the admission he had craved. He could feel the force of his desire, a living thing pulsing between them, urging him to claim you, to make you his.

But he held back, restraint a fragile thread, fraying with each passing second. He wanted to savor this moment, to memorize every breath, every sigh, every shudder of your body.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice rough with awe. "So beautiful. So perfect."

His hand slid higher, fingers brushing against the damp heat of your core. You gasped, your hips bucking into his touch, seeking more. He obliged, his thumb circling your clit with maddening slowness, teasing, tormenting.

"You're so wet for me," he growled, his lips trailing down your neck, nipping, sucking, marking you as his own. "So ready for me."

His big fingers dipped lower, sliding through your slick folds, teasing your entrance. You whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders, your body arching into his touch.

"Please," you gasped, your hips rocking against his hand. "Please, Master. I need you inside me."

The words were his undoing. With a low growl, he surged forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, claiming you, possessing you. His long fingers pushed inside you, stroking, stretching, preparing you for his cock as you moaned from the large intrusion.

He broke the kiss, panting, his eyes wild and hungry. "I'm going to fuck you now," he rasped, his voice raw with need. "I'm going to make you mine."

His obsession consumed him, a raging inferno that scorched his every thought. His cock throbbed, heavy and hard, aching to bury itself deep inside your welcoming heat. But it wasn't enough. He wanted more. He wanted everything.

"I'm going to fill you up," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I'm going to pump you full of my seed until your belly swells with my babies."

His fingers plunged deeper, curling against your inner walls, stroking that sensitive spot that made you see stars. "Imagine it," he purred, his lips brushing your ear. "Your body round and ripe with my children. Your tits heavy and full, leaking milk for our young."

He could picture it, the image seared into his mind. You, glowing with life, your skin stretched taut over the evidence of his possession. His cock twitched at the thought, pre-cum beading at the tip.

"I'll keep you barefoot and pregnant," he promised, his voice a dark rumble. "My personal breeding mare, ready and willing to take my cock whenever I please."

His thumb rubbed circles around your clit, the pressure just right, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through your body. "Say you want it," he demanded, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Say you want to be bred like a bitch in heat."

Anakin’s eyes darkened with possessive hunger as he gazed down at your petite form, his cock throbbing with the need to claim you, to make you his. But even in his lust-fueled haze, he recognized the challenge before him. Your tight, untouched pussy would require patience, care, and plenty of preparation before it could accommodate his massive member.

"Such a tiny little hole," he rumbled, his fingers exploring your slick folds, stroking and teasing. "So small and tight. Made just for me."

He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting your essence, savoring the sweetness of your arousal. "But don't worry, my sweet. I'll stretch you out. I'll make you take every inch of my cock."

His thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles, coaxing your body to open for him. His other hand slid down to cup your ass, kneading the supple flesh, holding you steady as he worked you open.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice low and soothing. "Relax for me. Let me in."

Slowly, carefully, he began to work a finger inside you, the digit sinking into your tight heat. You gasped, your walls clenching around the intrusion, trying to push it out. But he was patient, gentle, stroking and massaging until you began to relax, your body accepting his touch.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice rough with approval. "Such a good little cock sleeve, taking my finger so well."

He pumped his finger in and out, twisting and curling, seeking that special spot deep inside you. When he found it, your back arched off the bed, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips.

"That's it," he growled, his own breathing growing ragged. "Take it. Take everything I give you."

He added a second finger, then a third, stretching you wider, preparing you for the inevitability of his cock. All the while, his thumb continued its relentless assault on your clit, pushing you higher, closer to the edge.

The sight of your tears, glistening like diamonds on your flushed cheeks, only fueled his desire. Your nails scrabbled at his scalp, your body writhing beneath him as he worked his fingers deeper, stretching you wider, preparing you for his massive cock.

"That's it," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all. Take every inch."

His hand twisted, his fingers curling and scissoring, opening you up, making room for his girth. You sobbed, your back bowing off the bed, your walls clenching around his invading digits.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his own hips rocking forward, his cock sliding along your thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake. "Such a perfect little hole, made just for me."

Anakin could feel your body yielding to his touch, your muscles relaxing, accepting his invasion. Slowly, carefully, he began to pump his fist in and out, fucking you with his hand, stretching you, readying you for the real thing.

Your cries filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain, your nails raking down his back, leaving red welts in their wake. He reveled in it, in the knowledge that he was the one causing you such exquisite torment, the one bringing you such intense pleasure.

"Almost there," he panted, his own body trembling with the effort of holding back, of not ramming his cock into your prepared hole and fucking you until you screamed. "Almost ready for my cock."

He added a fourth finger, then a fifth, his hand disappearing into your heat, his knuckles brushing against your entrance. You keened, your eyes rolling back, your body shaking with the force of your impending orgasm.

"Come for me," he commanded, his thumb pressing hard against your clit. "Come on my hand like a good little slut."

And you did, your body convulsing, your walls clamping down around his fingers, milking them, greedy for more. He worked you through it, his hand never stopping its relentless movement, prolonging your pleasure, pushing you to new heights.

The sight of you coming undone, your face contorted in ecstasy, your body shaking with the force of your release, nearly undid him. His hips bucked wildly, grinding against the sheets, his cock throbbing, aching for relief. But he held back, his jaw clenched, his muscles rigid with the effort of not spilling his seed too soon.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice strained. "You're so fucking hot when you come."

He withdrew his hand slowly, watching as your hole fluttered, clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. A fresh surge of lust crashed over him, and he had to take a moment to regain his composure, to rein in his desire before he lost all control.

When he finally raised his head, his eyes were wild, his pupils blown wide with need. He crawled up your body, his lips and teeth and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He captured your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries, tasting your pleasure on your tongue.

The sheer size of Anakin was overwhelming, a testament to his virility, his power. His cock jutted from his body, thick and heavy, the veins pulsing beneath the smooth skin. The head was an angry purple, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, glistening in the dim light of the room.

He positioned himself between your legs, the broad head of his cock nudging against your entrance. You could feel the heat of him, the hardness, the raw masculinity that emanated from his very being.

"Look at it," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Look at how big it is. How it's stretching you out, making you mine."

He pressed forward, the head of his cock popping past your entrance, stretching you wider than you ever thought possible. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders, your body resisting the intrusion.

"Shh," he soothed, his hand coming up to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your lips. "Relax. Let it in. Let it claim you."

He pushed further, inch by agonizing inch, his thick shaft splitting you open, filling you in a way you'd never been filled before. You could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing pulse of his cock as it slid deeper, deeper, until it couldn’t.

You mewled and clawed at his back “Too much…too m-much Ani…” You couldn’t take all his cock and it bruised your insides.

His heart clenched at the sound of your distress, at the pain in your voice. He knew he was big, knew that taking all of him would be a challenge, even with the extensive preparation. But he had gotten carried away in his lust, in his need to claim you, to make you his.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice hoarse with regret. "I'm sorry, my love. I didn't mean to hurt you."

He pulled back slowly, his cock slipping out of your abused hole, leaving you feeling empty, aching. He gathered you into his arms, cradling you against his chest, his hand stroking soothing patterns on your back.

"Shh," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, your lips. "It's okay. We'll take it slow. We'll do this right."

"That's it," he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he peppered your face with gentle kisses. "Just breathe, my love. You're doing so well."

His hips rocked forward, inch by inch, his massive cock slowly sinking into your tight heat. He watched your face intently, gauging your reactions, ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort.

"Fuck," he grunted, his eyes rolling back as your walls gripped him like a velvet vice. "You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect."

He paused when he reached the barrier of your cervix, giving you time to adjust to his size. His hand slid between your bodies, finding your clit, rubbing slow, steady circles, coaxing your pleasure.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice a low rumble. "Let yourself feel good. Let yourself enjoy it."

He began to move then, shallow thrusts that gradually increased in depth and intensity. Each slide of his cock sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, building, intensifying, until you were writhing beneath him, your nails digging into his back.

Anakin’s sheer size was overwhelming, his large, muscular body blanketing yours, pinning you to the bed. His arms, thick with corded muscle, caged you in, his hands splayed on either side of your head, his fingers curling into the sheets. You felt small, delicate, completely at his mercy.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "All mine. My perfect little mate."

His hips snapped forward, driving his cock deeper, harder, faster. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, your walls clenching around him, greedy for more.

"Feel that," he panted, his breath hot against your ear as he pressed on your lower belly where the shape of his gigantic cock was bulging. "Feel how deep I am. How I'm stretching you out, claiming you."

His body covered yours completely, his broad chest pressing against your breasts, his hard abs grinding against your soft stomach. You could feel every inch of him, the heat of his skin, the power in his muscles.

His movements became more urgent, more primal, as he shifted your legs up and over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half. The new angle allowed him to penetrate you even deeper, his cock ramming against your cervix with each powerful thrust.

"Fuck," he grunted, his eyes wild, his face contorted with pleasure. "You're so fucking tight. So perfect."

His hands slid under your thighs, gripping your hips, pulling you onto his cock with each snap of his hips. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall with the force of his thrusts.

"Take it," he growled, his voice a low, menacing snarl. "Take my cock. Take everything I have to give you."

He pounded into you relentlessly, his balls slapping against your ass, his cock stretching you to the limit. You could do nothing but hold on, your hands clutching at his arms, your nails digging into his skin.

The sound of the bed frame cracking, the mattress sagging beneath your combined weight, only fueled his lust, his desire to claim you, to mark you as his. His hips pistoned forward, his cock slamming into you with brutal force, the head battering against your cervix with each thrust.

"Yes," he snarled, his eyes wild, his face contorted with pleasure. "Fuck yes. Mark me. Leave your claim on my skin."

He could feel your nails raking down his back, your legs kicking weakly at his sides as he held you in place, impaling you on his massive cock. The pain of your nails, the sting of your skin breaking, only served to heighten his pleasure, his need to dominate, to conquer, to own the woman he loved so fully. He wanted to consume you, nest in the crevices of your heart.

“Anakin…An-Anakin…Ani…” You moaned helplessly as he worshipped you like a goddess. You couldn’t even think about anything else, only him, only your Anakin.

His name never beheld such beauty before you had moaned it. Between the curves of your lips his name was given meaning at last. His soul was starved in want of your own and he knew that within the cathedral of your ribs laid his beating heart.

His hips snapped forward, driving into you with renewed vigor. The bed creaked and groaned beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. He could feel your walls fluttering around him, your body tightening, climbing towards its peak.

"Come for me," he demanded, his hand sliding between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. "Come on my cock. Let me feel you."

He rubbed firm circles, his touch unrelenting, pushing you closer to the edge. Your moans grew louder, more frantic, your body shaking beneath him.

"That's it," he panted, his own release building, his balls drawing up tight. "Let go. Let go and come for me."

The feeling of your walls clamping down on his cock, rippling and squeezing, was his undoing. With a roar of completion, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing, his seed jetting forth in thick, hot spurts. He filled you, claimed you, marked you from the inside out.

"Fuck," he grunted, his hips jerking, his body shuddering with the force of his release. "Fuck yes. Take it all."

He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his cock still buried deep inside you. You could feel his heart pounding, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

"That was..." he began, his voice rough, hoarse. "That was incredible."

He rolled to the side, pulling you with him, cradling you against his chest. His hand stroked your hair, your face, your body, soothing, comforting.

"You're amazing," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "So perfect. So beautiful."

He held you close, savoring the feel of your naked body against his, the warmth of your skin, the scent of your hair. In that moment, he felt complete, whole, as if a piece of himself that had been missing had finally clicked into place.

“Anakin —Master, you’re heavy.” You whined, squirming under him.

He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at you with a tender smile. "What is it, my love?" he asked, his voice soft, concerned.

He could see the exhaustion in your eyes, the way your body trembled slightly beneath him. The realization of his weight upon you hit him like a physical blow, and he quickly rolled off, gathering you into his arms instead.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "I didn't mean to crush you. Are you alright?"

His hands roamed over your body, checking for any signs of distress, any indication that he had hurt you. But aside from a few faint bruises and the telltale ache between your legs, you seemed unharmed.

"Rest now," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you."

He settled back against the pillows, pulling you close, your head resting on his chest. He could feel your breaths evening out, your body relaxing into his embrace. And as you drifted off to sleep, he held you tight, his own eyes drifting closed, a contented smile playing on his lips.

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yupitsbambi · 3 years ago

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astrxealis · 3 years ago

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i’m not gna continue writing that one ffxiv fic until nighttime to rlly get into the mood for it hehe ... now to work on another <3

#either an x reader for p5 or another x oc for ffxiv FBSHDBFHDB. depends bcs i want music too eeee ... i might get all emo if xiv tho /lh #anyways !! listen to signs of love from p4 (and the whole soundtrack tbh) and uh. everything from ffxiv? soken god #well first song that came up in shuffle is revenge twofold (ah the nostalgia ... tho i look forward to doing dsr ult soon heh)#from the dragon's wake ! bcs i love a snake auspice guy <3 #what angel awakes me for. idk how to describe it anymore but uhhh references to waltz stuff and fairy stuff and all that <3 #hehe never ending playtime. i love the pixies (derogatory but it's funny and great)#one personal fave is insanity ... piano and voices and beat just so good omfg #altho these for ffxiv ofc have minor spoilers ?? if u care for spoilers in music (personally i don't but mostly bcs these r old ?????)#(like if it was in release like. 6.0 & 6.1 for me. and 5.5. i wld rather Not be spoiled and i am so glad i wasnt)#(but regardless i rlly rec listening to the musicshfbdhjbgjh so good)#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#I ENDED UP RAMBLING MORE THAN I MEANT TO INSTEAD OF WRITING ........ how many times has this happened /nm #anyways i think i'll just write a bit of everything lol

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anisangeldust · 8 months ago

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Cumming!!

welcome <3 to my first kinktober!

Here you will find a masterlist of all the upcoming fics and the links will be added as they're posted!

Stay spooky🎃

cw: gunplay, piss, somno, abo, power play, bloodplay, cnc, dubcon, exhibitionism

October 1st

on trial - ModernLawStudent!Coriolanus Snow x Reader (cunnilingus)

October 2nd

knight's code - Gwayne Hightower x Reader (thighfucking)

October 4th

hot wheels - Sam Woodbridge x Reader (quickie & car)

October 7th

scaredy cat - Billy Bonney x BountyHunter!Reader (gunplay)

October 9th

mrs. plinth - Husband!Sejanus Plinth x Wife!reader x Coriolanus Snow (cuckholding)

October 10th

embracing the embrace of chaotic chaos - Eddie Munson x Reader (piss & somno)

October 13th

come right on me - Sam Woodbridge x Reader (cumplay & edging)

October 14th

touching me, touching you - Academy!Sejanus Plinth x Reader (massage)

October 17th

hostility maintenance - Patrick Zweig x Reader (hate sex)

October 18th

mating habits - Alpha!Billy Bonney x Omega!Reader (abo)

October 20th

closing argument - Jack Prescott x Intern!Reader (office & power play)

October 22nd

bloody, bliss, belt, and billy - Saccharine!Billy Bonney x Reader (bloodplay & fingering)

October 24th

royal reckoning - Prince!Billy Bonney x Villager!Reader (lovemaking & angst)

October 26th

conflict accumulating in clothed collisions - Academy!Coriolanus Snow x Academic Rival!Reader (dry humping)

October 27th

duty of desire - Peacekeeper!Snowjanus x Reader (dubcon/noncon & piss & **** ******)

October 29th

in the jailhouse now - Saccharine!Billy Bonney x Reader (exhibitionism)

October 30th

erotica - Coriolanus Snow (collections from Coryo's journal)

October 31st

the midnight prairie - Billy Bonney x Vampire!Reader (bloodplay & cnc)

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anisangeldust · 2 months ago

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UGHHHH HES SOOOO 🤤

Ur so talented bb

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞...

warning: some of the headcanons are +18 and explicit

a/n: hii, i really should finish my college essay, but this idea popped into my head and i couldn't help but write... it got a little poetic in some parts, but i hope you enjoy it ;)

• At first, Hayden fought his feelings for you tooth and nail. He was a man of strong morals, someone who always prided himself on doing the right thing. Falling for someone significantly younger than him? That wasn't part of the plan. But then you appeared—carefree, confident, and completely unlike anyone he’d ever met before. You turned his world upside down, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stay away.

• There was no way Hayden was going to make the first move. He convinced himself over and over that what he felt was nothing more than admiration, curiosity at best. But you? You saw right through him. When you asked him out, he tried to laugh it off, say something about just being friends, but he couldn’t resist you. The first few times, it really was just friendly meetups—until one day, it wasn’t.

• When Hayden finally asked you to be his girlfriend, he did it in the most ridiculously romantic way. He had spent weeks planting your favorite flowers in a small garden, waking up early to tend to them himself, getting dirt under his nails, just to make sure they bloomed perfectly. When the moment came, he took your hand and walked you through the rows of blossoms, his voice quiet but sure as he finally admitted, "I don’t want to pretend anymore. I love you."

• He was always building things for you. A bookshelf when he noticed your books piling up, a handmade chair just because he wanted you to have something crafted with his hands. He’d spent hours sanding and staining the wood, never once complaining because he knew how much it would mean to you. Seeing your face light up when you saw what he made? That was his favorite part.

• Late at night, when the world quieted down, Hayden loved nothing more than wrapping his arms around you from behind. Standing out on the balcony, watching the stars, he’d rest his chin on your head and murmur, "You know you’ve completely ruined me, right?" And yet, he wouldn’t change a thing.

• Forget fancy Hollywood outings—Hayden preferred the simple moments. Trips to the farmers’ market where he’d pick out fresh fruit for you, afternoons spent browsing old bookstores, lazy beach days where he’d carry you over the hot sand so you wouldn’t burn your feet. Life was slower, sweeter, and infinitely better with you by his side.

• Bringing you into his world meant bringing you into his daughter’s world too. Blair adored you from the start, and before long, the three of you became inseparable. Family outings to the park, movie nights with popcorn fights, and trips to Disney where Blair would completely ignore Darth Vader because meeting Princess Aurora was way more important.

• At your insistence, Hayden finally made an Instagram. It was supposed to be just for checking out Star Wars fan pages and keeping up with you, but somehow, it turned into something else. His entire feed was filled with you—candid shots he took when you weren’t looking, blurry pictures of your smile, videos of you laughing until you cried. It was less of an Instagram account and more of a personal love letter.

• Hayden was endlessly patient when it came to the public scrutiny. He knew people had opinions—about the age gap, about him dating someone so much younger—but he didn’t care. Every time a snide comment surfaced online, he’d just look at you, smile, and say, "Let them talk. I know what we have."

• And when the world got too loud, he always had a way of making you feel safe. Whether it was holding your hand under the table during interviews, pulling you into a slow dance in the kitchen just to see you smile, or whispering against your skin at night, "I love you, and I’m not going anywhere." Because at the end of the day, you were his peace, and he was yours.

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• Hayden transformed each intimate encounter into a loving tribute, a sacred ritual dedicated solely to you. It was never merely about physical pleasure, but an act of deep devotion and adoration. As he explored your body with tender, reverent hands, he marveled at your beauty, murmuring awestruck words of love and gratitude. Each discovery, from the curve of your hip to the way your skin flushed beneath his touch, filled him with wonder and humility. Hayden knew he was the luckiest man alive to call you his.

• You had the power to make Hayden feel invincible, like a king surveying his kingdom as you took him into the warm, silken depths of your mouth. Your lips and tongue worshipped him with an enthusiasm and affection that set his very soul ablaze. You made his cock jump and throb with renewed vigor, painting him harder than anything. Hayden was no longer a resilient youth, but his desire for you was timeless and unyielding, a force of nature. With every swirl of your tongue and bob of your head, you made him feel like the only man in existence, the center of your universe.

• As your shared climax approached, Hayden's forehead pressed against yours, your breaths mingling, your hearts pounding as one. In the charged silence between gasps and sighs, a thousand unspoken words passed between you - a telepathic dance of love, lust, and ecstasy. Pleasure built upon pleasure, cresting in a tidal wave that crashed over you, binding you in its foaming embrace. In those blissful, electrifying moments, you were not two separate beings, but a single, wonderful sensation.

• Hayden's head lolled back, eyes squeezing shut as your lips enveloped his sensitive flesh, your warm mouth a heavenly cocoon. The feeling of your tongue, your breath, your worshipful suckling - it set his blood alight, making his heart carwheel wildly in his chest. A symphony of masculine cries, low and guttural, filled the air as Hayden surrendered himself to your oral attentions. His fingers tangled almost desperately in your hair, anchoring himself to this earth as you pushed him towards the heavens. Moans and whimpers tumbled from his lips, a fervent, instinctive plea for you to keep going, to never stop, his body trembling with the intensity of his pleasure. The sound of your name fell from his lips like a prayer, a benediction, a desperate entreaty. In that moment, you were his religion, his reason for worship, his everything.

• Though the years had begun to etch their subtle lines upon Hayden's handsome face and his body no longer sprang back to rigid attention as readily as in his youth, his desire for you remained undiminished, a relentless force that laid siege to your senses. He may not match your youthful vigor in speed, but he more than made up for it in skill and ardent devotion. Hayden's tongue, a masterful instrument honed by years, could bring you to the brink of rapture with a single, languid caress. He took his time, savoring every flush, every fold, his lips painting a roadmap of pleasure upon your silken flesh. He feasted on your pussy as if it were the nectar of the gods, his blue eyes flickering up to drink in the sight of your abandon, your back arched, your fingers fisted in his blonde hair. He reveled in the taste, the scent, the very essence of your arousal, losing himself in the act of loving you, of worshipping you with every skillful sweep of his tongue. Slow and steady, he stoked the flames of your desire, his own lust burning hotter with each throaty moan he drew from your lips. Age had not cooled Hayden's passion, but only refined his technique, honing him into a connoisseur of your every fleeting taste and texture. He was a maestro at the podium, orchestrating your pleasure with the singular obsession of a man who knew he was playing for an audience of one - you. And as he pleasured you, he made it his personal mission to grow hard again, to rise to the occasion until he filled you once more, his body a testament to his bottomless, enduring love.

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anisangeldust · 2 months ago

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Ugghhh axl 🤤

have me all you want

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x [gender-neutral] Reader Summary: Anakin needs to release some stress, and you have exactly what he needs Tags: face fucking / oral / cock sucking / making out

based on this link that anon sent me

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Whether it was successful or not, Anakin was annoyed by whatever happened in that mission. Stress came from him in waves, in a way he didn’t need to say or do anything specific for you to notice how strongly the annoyance thrummed in his veins. It was probably related to his opinions being ignored or being scolded by the Council—or even Obi-Wan himself—for something he deemed important or irrelevant.

Actually, the silence itself when Anakin walked into your apartment was enough of a sign of his humor. Heavy footsteps sounded through the living room, coming to a pause in the kitchen’s doorway, and he looked at you as if you were the one with something to share, those intense blue eyes sharper than usual.

“Hello?” You offered, filling a glass with water for him. He nodded, taking it, and the water was gone within seconds. “Want to talk about it?” You covered the food containers for later, deciding dinner wasn’t a priority at the moment.

Anakin opened and closed his mouth a few times, but nothing ever came, only a shake of his head as he put the glass on the counter, stepping close enough for the scent of ozone, cologne, and sweat to reach you. The hurricane of thoughts was almost visible hovering over his head, and Anakin had to put effort into organizing them and stopping the thoughtless words stuck in his throat before he could process everything properly.

Actions would work better with him right now.

Anakin’s cheek was warm under your palm when you cupped it, his hurried breath not allowing the kiss to be as soft and gentle as you planned, though still very well received by him. His hands found your hips to tug you closer and allow the kiss to deepen—his lips sought yours with the same intensity his stress carried, fingers sinking into your skin through your clothes. He clutched onto the first outlet for the turmoil inside him. Was it bad, though? Fuck… No.

Anakin pulled you even closer as he leaned in, nipping on your bottom lip before his tongue slipped into your mouth, meeting little resistance. Your breath hitched, and you wrapped your arms around his neck for leverage, since he was tugging you so close that you almost stumbled. Nonetheless, the complaint was easily swallowed by Anakin within the kisses, his tongue pressing to yours and suppressing the words and thoughts.

“Thought about you all day long,” Anakin said with a groan before his lips met your neck hungrily, and you'd be surprised if he didn't eat you up at some point tonight. Pleasure sparkled down your spine when he nipped on that sensitive spot below your ear, almost making you melt on the spot, knees trembling. Fuck…

“A-Ani…” Your hands clenched around his robes to pull him closer. “No, fuck, I…” The words escaped your grasp, thoughts clouded by arousal, but you eventually got yourself back together, gathering enough strength to push Anakin back against the wall. He immediately paused, eyes widening as he looked back at you, about to say something, but it was your time to steal the words away from him with a deep kiss. You'd help him release all that stress.

Your hands pressed against the bulge that strained Anakin’s pants, running along the outline, and it throbbed under a squeeze, snatching a moan from him, and only more came from him as your hand slipped into his pants. Only a look was enough to have Anakin compliant, leaning back against the wall to watch you lower to your knees with a hungry gaze.

“Love,” Anakin mumbled, feeling his cock leak already just at the sight of you lowering his pants, and he had to hold himself from cumming when your hand wrapped around his length, warm, applying just the right pressure when you squeezed it, testing its weight on your palm.

“So hard,” you moaned, nuzzling Anakin’s crotch to inhale his scent deeply before you mouthed along the side of his cock. It pulsed, hot, pleading for more.

“I need you,” Anakin confessed. His hands found your shoulders for leverage, also wordlessly urging you.

“And you can have me all you want,” you said as if it were obvious—because it was.

A loud groan escaped Anakin’s throat when your lips finally wrapped around his cock, enveloping his tip and tasting the tangy pre-cum. His fingers tightened around your shoulders, and he didn't even have to say anything before you started actually sucking him off, a hand on his hip and another around the base while the thick length of his cock disappeared inside the wet warmth of your mouth.

A long moan came from Anakin, relief lacing it. His head tilted back at the same time his eyes fluttered shut, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed—it took considerable effort to control himself, to process that wave of pleasure that made him shudder.

“Yeah,” Anakin breathed, “just like that.” His hand moved from your shoulder to grasp the hair on the back of your head, so you quickly held onto both his hips and relaxed your throat before he started thrusting into your mouth.

Anakin’s cock throbbed, heavy on your tongue as you could feel every pulse of it as the pre-cum filled your mouth, making it messy and sloppy, creating a mixture of saliva and pre that gathered in the corners of your lips that'd soon start dripping down your chin. His tip bullied the back of your throat with the heavy thrusts that chased the pleasure he'd spent all day long craving, finally given to him.

Hungry blue eyes met yours, holding your gaze firmly even after he pulled back, taking in the sight of your glazed, swollen lips as you inhaled deeply. “So pretty…” he breathed, hand going from your shoulder to the base of his cock to guide the tip along your lips, letting a pearl of pre-cum glaze your lips like lip gloss. He was losing control faster than expected, but none of you seemed to mind, so his cock was quickly back inside your skillful mouth.

The pain of Anakin’s grip on the back of your head mingled with pleasure as you allowed him to keep using your mouth as he pleased.

“Fuck… Just like that, baby… Damn–” Anakin’s loud moans filled the room along with the squelching sound of his cock slipping into your mouth. “‘M almost there…”

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anisangeldust · 1 month ago

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Needed this lwk, absolutely ate as always bnuuy

/ thinkin' bout﹒☆

﹒penthouse and hayden and chubby!reader﹒⌅

disgustingly self indulgent and ngl kinda self insert but you all deserve this. sitting by the lake (pics at end) and there's penthouses right beside where I work, and I had this idea , written messy at beginning

It took lots of convincing from Hayden for you to come to the pool. The two of you are on the rooftop, bottle of wine and two glasses on the poolside. "You look beautiful sweetheart, you know that. Besides, it's only us two. Now come on, get in."

Hesitantly, you remove your swim cover and let the fabric pool at your feet before you get in, making a noise of discomfort at the cold water. He smiles brightly. "There you go," he coos, voice full of encouragement. You sort of huddle up to him, watching as he pours two glasses of your favorite sweet red. "Here's to beautiful weather and you coming out of your comfort zone."

The two of you clink your glasses together before taking a sip. You both hum in delight at the same time, then you giggle, tickled by the synchrony funny. You look out at the skyline, at the lights contrasting with the darkening sky. "It's so pretty," you murmur. Hayden doesn't respond. You look over and see him looking at you like you've hung the moon and stars just for him. His gaze roams your face, and it's silent save for the sounds of the city and the gentle splash of the water as the two of you shift.

"Haydie," you begin, cheeks going pink. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He just blinks slowly, dreamily. "Like what?" He murmurs before taking a sip of his wine. "Like you love me." Hayden tilts his head. "Because I do."

Tears well in your eyes. Your lack of self esteem is the only thing about you he doesn't like. It grates on his nerves, bad. The fact that you can't see yourself the way he sees you. He would give you the world if he could, and every chance he gets, he wishes that you would learn to love yourself all the time, not just have bouts of self appreciation.

He moves a bit closer, setting his glass down, then taking yours and doing the same. "Look at me, lovie." He takes your face in his hands, caressing your chubby cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. "I love you. That's why I married you, no? You're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." After his words, he leans in, pressing his soft lips against your own plush ones.

His hands dip beneath the water, finding your hips and pulling you in, urging you to feel his hardening length against your tummy. You struggle to keep up with the kiss - his enthusiasm, it's nearly suffocating. He moves his hands to your ass, squeezing the fat flesh and moaning into your mouth. Just the feel of you turns him on. Your hands go under the water next, rubbing his hardening length in his swim shorts. "Hayden," you gasp, breaking the kiss. "not here."

Hayden grumbles but obliges, respecting your wishes. "Alright, let's go back," he whispers, guiding you to the steps. He puts his hands on your hips to help you up, really only wanting to get another touch in.

After getting back, you two are immediately peeling off your wet swimwear. He lays you down on the big bed gently, shushing you quietly as you protest at the wetness ruining the sheets. "It's okay," he reassures. "we're gonna be sweating anyway." He grins, spreading your legs. In the back of your mind, you want to hide yourself, to fuss and push him off and tell him you don't want him to see you, but you can't bring yourself to ruin the moment.

You gasp as he pulls you up, putting your legs over his shoulders and wrapping his arms around your hips, burying his face in your cunt, moaning as soon as his tongue gets a taste of you. "Mmph," he doesn't even bother trying to get a breath in, he just wants you, to bring you pleasure. Your hands fist the sheets as you arch your back, trying and failing to keep yourself from moving around. "Oh fuck," you whimper. He tightens his grip around you, his biceps flexing. "Hmm," his tongue rims your hole as his nose is buried against your clit. He moves up, starting to suckle your clit, and you yell out before slamming your hand over your mouth, eyes rolling back with a strangled moan.

"Hmm, mm," he needs so badly to take a breath, but he doesn't, determined to make you cum. You grind your hips against his face, looking up at him. "Hay, 'm gonna cum, don' stop," with a shudder, your orgasm hits you in waves, and he pulls away, gasping for air and shutting his eyes before rubbing your clit as you squirt all over his face. When you finish, he takes his fingers in his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he tastes your essence.

"How d'you wan' me?" You ask, hips plopping back down onto the bed. He thinks for a moment before climbing over you. "Just like this," he murmurs, starting to stroke his cock that's been painfully hard this whole time. "I wanna see your pretty face."

You spread your legs, letting him get closer - as close as possible. He pumps himself a few more times before pushing into you. Once he bottoms out, he groans, the both of you just taking in the moment before he starts to move. His thrusts are slow and deep, his hips rolling, the trimmed hair above his cock brushing your clit. "Fuck," he whispers. "you're gripping me... so tight," he grunts.

Hayden inhales sharply as he picks up the pace, working his hips almost desperately. "Hay," you whine, lacing your fingers with his. "Keep going," you urge. The praise spurs him on, his fervor up, making him thrust harder, his breath hot against your face, your gazes locked intensely. "I love you," he pants. "so much, so much." You tighten your grip on his hands. "I love you too," you whimper. He gives a half-assed chuckle before biting his lips, his brow furrowing. "I'm gonna cum," he pants. "where d'you wan' it?"

"Inside," you answer. "Inside me, 's 'kay," you curl your toes, tightening your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back. "Harder Hayden, fuck, harder, cum for me," he lets out a soft whimper, his breath shaky. "Oh god I'm close," he whispers. With a couple of hard thrusts, hips stuttering, Hayden cums with a deep, rasped moan, and a shudder that racks his entire body. He lets go of your hands and rests his arms on either side of your head, tugging your hair. He's careful not to squish you, and he presses a kiss to your sweaty temple before licking his lips, humming at the salty taste. "Baby..." he murmurs, his voice gruff. "...I love you." You smile, dragging your nails through his hair, against his scalp. "I love you too, Hayden."

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RAHHHHHH THEYRE SO EEEKKK

Dare I put Clay and Stephen together as twins who run their business together? Clay is the business man type, while Stephen is more of the brains in research. I mean, two millionaire hotties, what's not to love? 😼

I love you sm for thissss omfggggg. A mashup I never thought of 😭 I need to be sandwiched right between them. They could run my business if yknow what I meannnnn

Warnings: smut || threesome || fem anatomy || unprotected sex || mentions of cum || double penetration || anal || dubcon || public sex technically || they still have their last names bc I said so

You were never supposed to end up in this situation.

Working the front desk at Beresford & Glass was supposed to be safe answer phones, schedule meetings, smile politely when one of the two ridiculously hot owners walked by.

Safe.

But Stephen Glass had a wicked smile, and Clay Beresford had a voice that could melt glass, and somewhere along the way safe became a fantasy you couldn’t quite let go of.

It always started the same way.

A brush of Clay’s fingers against your wrist as he handed you another file.

Stephen’s slow, assessing stare from the conference room, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth when he caught you looking back.

Two pairs of blue eyes that pinned you wherever you went, like you were already caught.

You told yourself you were imagining it.

You told yourself you were safe behind your little desk, hidden behind your computer monitor, tucked into your neat little skirts and high-collared blouses.

But they noticed.

God, they noticed.

Clay was the first to cross the line. A hand on your lower back, steadying you when you stumbled in the hallway, lingering just a second too long.

Stephen wasn’t far behind. Quiet jokes whispered in your ear, compliments that felt like secrets when no one else was around to hear them.

And tonight… tonight you stayed late.

Alone. Or so you thought.

When the door to the executive suite swung open, both of them standing there, Clay in his tailored suit, Stephen with his sleeves rolled to his elbows and a glint in his eye, you didn’t even pretend not to shiver.

“You’ve been working so hard for us, sweetheart,” Clay said, crossing the room slow, predatory. “Don’t you think you deserve a reward?”

You opened your mouth to answer, you weren’t even sure what you were going to say, but Stephen was already behind you, his hands sliding up your arms, making you gasp.

“We’ve been watching you,” Stephen murmured against your ear, voice like silk and sin. “Thinking about all the ways we could thank you properly.”

You looked between them, heart hammering, mouth dry.

Clay’s smile was slow and predatory. Stephen’s fingers toyed lazily with the edge of your desk, tapping out a rhythm that matched the frantic beat of your pulse.

Clay leaned down, crowding you back into his brother. His hand framed your jaw, tilting your head up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes, so achingly similar to Stephen’s, but darker, heavier.

They didn’t give you time to think, Clay’s mouth capturing yours in a devastating kiss, Stephen’s hands slipping under your skirt, coaxing your thighs apart like he’d been dreaming about it for months.

The world blurred after that.

A tangle of hands pulling you up, bodies pressing in from both sides, Stephen at your back, Clay in front of you. Hands roaming, lifting, touching, claiming.

Your blouse hit the floor first. Then your skirt, bunched around your hips as Clay hoisted you onto the desk with a grunt, knocking over a stack of papers you couldn’t have cared less about.

Stephen’s hands were on your thighs, spreading you open, murmuring filthy praise into the curve of your neck.

Clay’s mouth was on yours, hot, greedy, devouring every little sound you made.

Two mouths. Four hands. Two bodies hard against you, desperate for you.

Somewhere in the haze, you realized they weren’t going to let you leave until they both had you, until you were wrecked and trembling and theirs.

And maybe… maybe you didn’t want to.

Clay kissed you like he owned you.

Stephen touched you like he was trying to learn you by heart.

“Beautiful,” Stephen murmured against your skin, dragging his mouth down your shoulder as Clay pushed your panties aside, groaning low in his throat.

“You have no idea,” Clay said, voice rough, thick with hunger.

You gasped as he slid two fingers into you, curling them just right, finding that spot that made your toes curl and your eyes flutter shut. Stephen caught your mouth before you could cry out, swallowing your moans with a kiss as his hands roamed your thighs, your hips, the curve of your waist.

“You’re gonna take both of us, baby,” Clay growled. “Can you do that? Can you be good for us?”

You nodded, breathless, needy, but Stephen chuckled, low and dark.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he said, nibbling at your earlobe. “Tell us you want it.”

“I—” Your voice broke on a whimper as Clay’s fingers fucked into you deeper. “I want it. Please.”

Clay smiled. Stephen kissed your temple like you’d just given them a gift.

They moved in perfect sync, like they had done this before, like they’d waited for you.

Clay lined himself up first, sliding into you slow and steady until you were gasping, clinging to his shoulders. He stretched you open with a groan, forehead pressed to yours, breathing you in like he couldn’t get enough.

Stephen didn’t wait long. He slid behind you, parting your ass cheeks, teasing your other entrance with slick, careful fingers, making sure you were ready, whispering praise into your ear until you relaxed against him, desperate for more.

“You’re perfect,” Stephen muttered. “Made for us.”

You were shaking, overwhelmed, as he pushed in alongside Clay, the stretch almost too much, too full, too good, but they held you, soothed you, kissed the tears from your lashes as they began to move.

Slow at first. Gentle.

Then harder. Deeper.

Filling you so completely you thought you might break apart.

You didn’t know where one twin ended and the other began, just pleasure, burning and unbearable, washing over you in wave after wave until you were sobbing, clawing at Clay’s back, shuddering around them both.

Clay kissed you through it. Stephen’s hand slid around to rub slow circles over your clit, coaxing every last tremor from your body until you collapsed against them, boneless and wrecked.

They followed soon after, Clay spilling inside you with a low, broken groan, Stephen biting down on your shoulder as he emptied himself deep.

The world spun when they finally pulled out, easing you down onto the desk, petting your hair, kissing your cheeks, your jaw, your forehead.

“You did so good for us, sweetheart,” Clay whispered, tucking your trembling body against his chest.

Stephen grabbed a jacket from one of the chairs, draping it over you before sitting back and pulling you gently into his lap too, like they couldn’t bear to be separated from you even for a second.

“You’re ours now,” Stephen murmured against your temple. “You know that, right?”

You were too tired, too blissed-out to speak.

But you nodded, burying your face in his neck as Clay’s hand slid into yours, squeezing softly.

You were theirs.

You always had been.

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anisangeldust · 8 days ago

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“Maybe he'd wake her up with a nice back rub that would lead to other things being rubbed.” Made me giggle

Also canon lesbian Clemensia!!

Cotton Tails & Bunny Trails

| @evilmenarehot , this one’s for you!!! happy easter, y’all <3

Coriolanus Snow is rudely woken up from his slumber when he feels two tiny bodies land on top of his large one. He groans, no one ever talks about this part of being a parent, the unwanted wake-up calls.

"Daddy! Daddy, wake up! It's Easter!"

Coriolanus groans again, it's also Sunday, which means sleeping in. He rolls over to his side, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist, pressing his nose against the soft skin of her back. "Darling, your children have come to bother us."

The girls giggle, continuing to jump on the bed and on him. "Before sunrise, they're your children," Soarynn mumbles back.

"We belong to both of you, Mommy! C'mon, we've gotta go find the Easter Bunny eggs!"

Sometimes, Coriolanus wishes Soarynn weren't such a wonderful mother who loves to celebrate every single holiday with the children. Between Santa, the Leprechaun, and the Easter Bunny, he can't keep track!

Soarynn sighs, it's pointless to fight against the girls and their wishes. Once they're up, they're up. Coriolanus cracks one eye open and spots his youngest daughter, Celeste, poking Soarynn's cheek. "Mommy," she whispers, "Mommy, did you die?"

Soarynn laughs, sitting up despite Coriolanus and his whine from the loss of contact. "No, my sweet girl," Soarynn says, kissing Celeste's forehead, "I did not die." Coriolanus rolls onto his back again, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep. "Why are you always sleeping, Daddy?"

His eyes shoot open at his eldest daughter's accusatory question. Ceraphina has always humbled him. Sure enough, she's looking down at him with her hands on her hips. Her wild waves have come loose from the braid Soarynn put them in last night, giving her a nasty case of bedhead.

"I am not always sleeping," he defends himself, feeling as though he's being attacked. "I'm a working man, I deserve to rest. It's also Sunday, which means sleeping in and having a nice breakfast." If it weren't for this blasted holiday, Coriolanus would still be sound asleep with Soarynn in his arms. Maybe he'd wake her up with a nice back rub that would lead to other things being rubbed.

"Today is Easter," Ceraphina tells him matter-of-factly. "We need to go find the eggs! Let's go!"

Soarynn slips out of bed with the girls, all three of them padding into the bathroom so Soarynn can put on a robe and brush her hair before their egg hunt begins. That's why he's so tired in the first place, the fucking eggs.

Two days ago, Soarynn boiled some eggs and had the girls dye them with her. Caspian, their youngest, was not too impressed with the colorful dyes, but the girls loved it. Last night, Soarynn had him hide the dyed eggs, along with plastic ones filled with candies and treats. It was more difficult than he anticipated, with Petunia trying to bite his hand every five seconds.

Having children is exhausting.

"Coriolanus, darling," Soarynn calls from the bathroom over little giggles from the girls, "could you please go wake up Caspian? I know he's still asleep." Coriolanus grumbles, still groggy from being woken up so suddenly. "Yes, darling," he sighs, resigning himself to another busy day. At least Caspian has the decency to stay in bed until someone comes to get him.

He swings his feet over the bed, barely dodging the white paw that swipes out from under the bed, determined to slice through his heel.

Coriolanus stands up and stretches, he always moves around in his sleep, and Soarynn does too, which often leads to them waking up in very odd positions. Petunia crawls out from under the bed like the psychopath she is and hisses at him. It's not even eight in the morning yet.

"Don't test me," he says to the cat, ignoring the extra hiss she throws his way.

Coriolanus makes his way out of the bedroom and down the hall to the children's rooms. Celeste and Ceraphina have their own rooms, which are connected by a door on the inside, but they always insist on sleeping together. Caspian, however, doesn't like to share with anyone, so he sleeps by himself in his own bedroom.

Coriolanus quietly opens the doors to his son's bedroom, peeking into the dark room. Traces of sunlight can be seen from behind the blue curtains that hang in front of the windows. A streak of light illuminates Caspian's pale face, with his blonde hair. He approaches the small toddler's bed, bigger than he needs, but Soarynn insisted that he'd grow into it.

She had been so emotional when they got rid of his crib. She had mentioned keeping it "just in case another one comes along," but Coriolanus quickly put an end to that. Soarynn already got her birth control implant put back in, and it's for the better. They have three perfect children; no need to ruin their luck with a fourth.

"Caspian," he whispers, kneeling down to gently rub the small boy's back. Caspian's dark red pajamas are hanging on for dear life. His shirt has ridden up his back, and his pants, well, his pants are on the other end of the bed. "Come on, Cas, we have to get up," he says, pulling back the covers.

Caspian whines, rolling over to the other side, "No."

That might be his favorite word.

Coriolanus chuckles, glad to see that he's not the only one who was so opposed to the early morning. "It's Easter," he reminds his son, "the Easter Bunny came and left you some eggs to find."

"I want Momma."

Everyone wants Soarynn.

"She's already awake, so are your sisters. Now come along, it's time to join the rest of the world. Let's get your pajamas back on."

Coriolanus stands back up and goes to open the curtains, letting the natural light shine into the room. Caspian pulls the covers over his head, "No!"

Coriolanus always thought girls would be difficult, but Caspian proves him wrong every day. "Yes," he tells his son, "we need to face the day. Now come out from under the covers so we can get dressed, please."

"Momma!"

Coriolanus rolls his eyes, that boy is a momma's boy through and through, and it's gonna bite them in the ass one of these days. He doesn't even want to witness Caspian being dropped off at school for the first time.

"Fine," he mumbles, too tired to deal with attitudes this early, "I'll go get your mother."

Coriolanus finds that the girls have already begun their egg hunt, armed with pink baskets. Celeste runs past him, plastic eggs bouncing in the basket. "Excuse me, Daddy!" She's rounding the corner before he can say anything. At least she used her manners. Soarynn comes into view, dressed more appropriately with her robe, slippers, and a cup of tea.

"Where's Caspain?" She asks, noticing his empty arms. He shakes his head, "He wants you. Not me."

"Mommy! Ceraphina is taking all the eggs!"

Soarynn sips her tea, she handles the chaos of their children surprisingly well for someone so senstitve. "I'll get Caspian, you handle the girls."

"Deal," he quickly agrees. They go their separate ways, and sure enough, the girls are fighting over a yellow egg in the living room. It was delicately nestled in the bouquet of roses that sat on the coffee table in the middle of the room. A fine-looking centerpiece.

Now, it's in Ceraphina's hands while she holds it above her head, keeping it out of her little sister's reach. "Stop! Stop it, Ceraphina!" Celeste cries, jumping up and down with all her might.

Coriolanus quickly solves the problem by snatching the egg from Ceraphina's hand. Her reaction is immediate and loud as she stomps her foot. "Daddy!"

"Ceraphina," he mocks in the same tone, "stop stealing from your sister. There's plenty of eggs to go around."

Celeste clings to his leg, giving her sister a look. "Mhm. Stop stealing from me like Daddy said."

Ceraphina gives both her father and sister a glare but reluctantly goes to the kitchen. "Thank you, Daddy," Celeste says sweetly, batting her eyelashes. Celeste is his little angel, always running to him for defense. "Of course, sweetheart. You've already found so many eggs, look at you!" He drops the stolen egg into her basket, filled with pinks, blues, and greens.

He caught a glimpse of Ceraphina's basket, and she wasn't doing too shabby either. The girls keep collecting eggs while Coriolanus trails behind them in case they start fighting again. "Look, Caspian," Soarynn's voice fills the room, "the Easter Bunny came last night!"

Caspian clings to her hip while holding his prized possession, his stuffed lion named Lenny. Soarynn managed to get Caspian dressed, and his hair has been brushed. "Mommy! Mommy, look at all of my eggs!" Ceraphina runs up to her mother, proudly showing off her bounty.

Soarynn gasps, crouching down so Caspian can see better. "Oh my goodness! Look at all those eggs! Do you want to look for eggs too, Caspian?" Caspian peers into his big sister's basket and shakes his head. "No."

Ceraphina shrugs, used to his indifference. "More for me!"

Coriolanus goes over to his wife, trusting the girls to behave themselves now that Soarynn is here. "I see you managed to wrangle this wild child," he muses, resting a hand on her hip. Soarynn chuckles when Caspian scrunches his nose, "Oh, he's not so wild. Are you, sweet boy? He's just not a morning person."

"Is anyone a morning person?" Coriolanus wonders out loud.

The girls continue to fill their baskets, and Coriolanus is sure that they'll be finding eggs six months from now filled with stale candy. "Are you excited for the party this afternoon?"

The Heavensbees are throwing a huge tea party at their mansion to celebrate Easter, and all the most important Capitol families have been invited, including the Snows. Soarynn is good friends with Livia Heavensbee, formerly Livia Cardew, before she married Hilarius and came into unthinkable wealth.

"I am," Soarynn says, "we'll need to leave by noon at the latest if we don't want to miss the egg hunt." Of course, there will be more than one egg hunt today. Heaven help the children who will be going up against Ceraphina, who's known for her competitiveness.

Soarynn says she got that specific trait from him.

He does not see any similarities.

"Alright. I'll tackle breakfast and Caspian if you handle the girl's hair."

Coriolanus has learned many things since becoming a father, and one of those things is to not mess with little girls and their hair. Soarynn can handle that front. "Sounds like a plan. Now, why don't we go see what the Easter Bunny left for you?" Soarynn asks Caspian, who is already falling back asleep.

Along with the eggs, Soarynn also put together Easter Baskets for the children filled with more candy, some stuffed animals, and even a bunny ear headband.

Coriolanus goes into the kitchen, where the only eggs he will be using are the real ones. He decides to make pancakes today, something simple. The girls run in and out, opening drawers and cabinets to see if there are any more eggs hidden in here. He assures them that there are not, but that doesn't stop them from looking.

Petunia strolls in eventually, sitting on the windowsill that overlooks the Corso, watching him and the people below them. "Breakfast is ready," he calls once the pancakes are done. He also made bacon, sausage, and fresh orange juice. They have a cook six days a week, but Soarynn says that Sundays are for family.

The girls come running in wearing their bunny ears from the baskets they got. "Daddy, we got bunny ears!" Coriolanus chuckles at the sweet sight, they really are adorable. "My little cotton tails, hmm? Does this mean you'll start eating your carrots now?"

They both look at each other and frown. "Um...I don't think that's gonna happen, Daddy."

"Oh, but you will eat your vegetables today at the Heavensbee's party," Soarynn says as she walks in, Caspian running right behind her. The girls slouch, they've never really liked vegetables. They love their fruits, but who doesn't?

"Do we have to?" Ceraphina whines, throwing her head back for dramatic effect. "They make their vegetables so yucky, Mommy," Celeste complains, which gets her sharp looks from both her parents. The Snows pride themselves on raising polite, well-mannered children who do not insult other people's cooking.

"You will eat your vegetables, and you will not repeat that, young lady," Coriolanus tells her sternly, "the Heavensbees are so graciously hosting us in their home, and we will be grateful."

"Grateful," Caspian repeats, pulling himself onto a chair. "Yes, I expect the best behavior from your girls, or we will be going home early," Soarynn adds.

Her threat is not lost on the girls who silently slide into their seats at the table, looking glum now that they have to eat their vegetables later on. Coriolanus serves everyone at the table, making sure Caspian gets whipped cream and that Ceraphian gets syrup on only half of her pancake.

"Can Petunia come?"

Coriolanus looks over his shoulder at Petunia, who's still watching them from the windowsill, her tail flipping back and forth. "I don't think so, sweetheart."

"Will Diamond be there?"

Diamond Vickers is the daughter of Lysistrata and Clemensia Vickers, and she's also Ceraphina's best friend. "Yes, the Vickers confirmed that they'd be attending," Soarynn answers while cutting up Caspian's pancakes.

"Why does Diamond have two mommies, but we only have one?" Celeste asks, causing Soarynn and Coriolanus to pause. Coriolanus clears his throat. Conversations like this are important yet, uncomfortable.

"Sometimes people will have two mommies or two daddies," he gently explains, "it doesn't make them any different than you and your siblings."

Soarynn hums in agreement. "Exactly, sometimes mommies marry other mommies, and daddies marry other daddies. What matters is that their children are loved and well taken care of. Just like you three."

Coriolanus perks up at the mention of parents. "My parents will also be in attendance. Do not convince your grandmother to buy you anything today." Coriolanus loves his mother dearly, but his girls have got her wrapped around their little fingers. If they want a horse, she'll buy them a horse.

Ceraphina smiles, too sweet to be true. "We will be on our best behavior, Daddy," she promises, a mischievous glint in her stormy blue eyes. Coriolanus raises an eyebrow, not entirely trusting his oldest child, who's been known to get into trouble.

"After this, we need to start getting dressed, girls," Soarynn reminds them, "and don't think that just because it's Easter that you don't have to clean your rooms."

The girls groan, but it's pointless. Every Sunday, Soarynn has them clean their rooms, which is really just putting toys away. It's a good habit for them to develop. So they obviously hate it.

A smile grows across his lips, as tiring as it can be to manage three children, he wouldn't trade this for the world.

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"Persephone is furious with me because I got her pregnant again," Festus whispers to Coriolanus while they chase their toddlers around the Heavensbee's backyard. The easter egg hunt has begun, and Livia had the bright idea to divide the hunt by age groups. This way, the toddlers won't get trampled by the five-year-olds.

Coriolanus nearly trips after hearing those words. Persephone is arguably Soarynn's bestest friend; the two of them have been inseparable since their Academy days. But unlike Soarynn, Persephone has been very insistent on only having one child.

Cecil Creed is a spitting image of his father, the same way Caspian is. The two of them get along just fine, and Coriolanus was convinced that he would forever be an only child. Apparently not.

"How did that even happen?" Coriolanus asks, looking across the yard where the ladies are talking. Soarynn stands with her back to him, hands clasped behind her back, while Persephone talks with a lot of hand gestures. "She never got the implant put back in," Festus groans, tugging at his curls, "I'm doomed. I have a pregnant wife who's mad at me. What could be worse?"

Coriolanus chuckles at his friend's disposition. It's funny how Soarynn would love to have another child, whereas Persephone despises the idea. Opposites really do attract. They're both wonderful mothers, but Soarynn enjoyed being pregnant whereas Persephone tolerated it.

"You could have twins," he throws out. Festus scoops Cecil away from a rose bush covered in thorns. The last thing he needs is a crying child. "We already have a perfectly good son," Festus grits out, "we have our heir? What more could we need?"

Coriolanus looks over at his girls, who are collecting eggs with their friends, crouched down by the swing set Hilarius had built for his two children about a year ago. "Nothing, I suppose," he murmurs, remembering how worried he had been when they found out Celeste would be a girl.

He loves his girls dearly, but having about boy means securing the future, the legacy. Thankfully, Caspian came along and all was well.

"Egg," Caspian says, holding up a shiny blue egg. Coriolanus places his hands on his hips, "What a find. You should go show your mother." Caspian perks up when Soarynn is mentioned and runs over to her, tugging on her dress.

Soarynn Snow is a woman who values fashion, and holidays are no exception. She dressed the girls in matching Easter dresses, purple with flowers on the bottom of the skirts. Caspian was dressed in a dark blue suit and brown leather shoes. Soarynn dressed herself in a beautiful yellow dress with embroidered detailing on the front.

She looks down, smiling when she sees Caspian holding out an egg. She picks him up, which leads to all the women fawning over him like they always do. "Quite the ladies man," Festus jokes, "he's got Soarynn in the palm of his hand." Coriolanus can't even deny that.

The moment Caspian was born, Soarynn was enamored by him. The boy is spoiled beyond reason, and Coriolannus can't even get mad, not when he spoils the girls just as equally.

"I am the only man in her life," Coriolanus reminds him, watching Caspian kiss Soarynn's cheek. He's started doing that recently, and Soarynn loves it. Sure enough, all the women gasp adoringly at the little gesture.

"Doesn't look like it from here," Festus cheekily replies. Cecil toddles over with his own egg, looking unsure on how to proceed. "Looks like you found yourself an egg there, Cecil," Coriolanus says to the boy. Cecil looks up at him, then back down at his egg. "He doesn't really get the point of this holiday," Festus admits, "Persephone just likes to use it as an excuse to get together."

Coriolanus doesn't really know the point of Easter either if he's being completely honest. He knows that before the fires and floods, it was somewhat of a religious celebration. Now, it's just an excuse for the elite to flaunt their wealth. Candies for the children, dresses for the women, and drinks for the men.

Sounds like a good time to him.

Coriolanus spots his parents coming through the back doors, dressed in their Sunday best. "There are my parents. I ought to go say hello."

Coriolanus goes over to greet his mother and father, who are both fanning themselves. "You'd think they'd hold the festivities indoors," mother says, kissing him on the cheek, "I expect that Soarynn's birthday will be inside this year, right darling?"

Soarynn's birthday is the next big celebration on their calendar, and last year she threw a party outside. This did not blow over well with mother, who despises sweat, bugs, and humidity. All three were present that day.

"Yes, mother," Coriolanus assures her, "we can't risk you melting again." Mother swats at his arm, and he grins. She has a tendency to be a little overdramatic sometimes. Coriolanus greets his father with a firm handshake because men do not hug. "I'm sure Soarynn will plan something tasteful," father concludes.

Mother adores Soarynn, whereas father remains neutral in his feelings towards his daughter-in-law. Coriolanus knows that the man cares for Soarynn and the grandchildren she's given him. But it's simply the way he is.

Coriolanus won't kill himself trying to change his father.

"Grandmother! Grandmother, come look at our eggs!" The girls run up to their grandparents and almost run into Coriolanus. "No running girls," he corrects them. Celeste pouts, her curls fall into her face, which makes it hard to remain so stern. "But we're outside, Daddy, we're allowed to run outside." She has a point. "Not when other adults are around," he explains, "it's bad manners."

Ceraphina doesn't see the point in arguing, she just grabs mother's hand and pulls her along, "C'mon, we found rainbow eggs!"

Coriolanus watches mother follow the girls over to one of the tables set up under a tent. The Heavensbees tented a majority of their backyard for today. Some tents have tables for eating, while others have refreshments and food. There are a few tents with activities for the children, such as coloring and face painting. Coriolanus already shut down the face painting.

"I see Caspian hasn't left Soarynn's side," father comments, his cold gaze on Soarynn. Coriolanus does his best to remain calm. He can't let his father get to him, not on Easter, at least. "He was looking for eggs with me a few minutes ago," he tells his father, "he's only three."

Father scoffs, and it triggers something inside Coriolanus. "When you were his age-"

"When I was his age, you weren't around," Coriolanus cuts him off, leaving no room for his son's behavior to be criticized. "You were always working and wanted nothing to do with me until I turned thirteen, so don't act like you were the parent of the year."

Father says nothing as Soarynn approaches them, oblivious to the brewing argument between the father and son.

"Crassus," Soarynn cuts through the tension like a knife, "how wonderful to see you again." Father tears his gaze away from Coriolanus long enough to press a kiss to Soarynn's cheek and give Caspian a pat on the head. "Yes, my dear, so wonderful to see you so soon. How are you and the children?"

"Oh, we're just fine. Coriolanus sees to that," she says brightly, resting a hand on her husband's shoulder. Coriolanus nods, glad to have some backup even though she missed their entire argument.

"Duck," Caspian points to the animals swimming in the small pond that the Heavensbees have. Sure enough, there are a few ducks swimming in the water. "Aren't you so clever?" Soarynn coos, "You know, Crassus, I think Caspian is going to take after you where personality is concerned."

Coriolanus covers up his laugh with a cough. Soarynn doesn't realize how backhanded her comment was, and father's eye twitches. "Is he now?" Soarynn hums, completely oblivious to the growing tension that's started up again. "Yes, he'll be the strong and silent type. Just like his father."

Coriolanus smiles, she has such a way with words. "Well, it's easy to see where I get it from," he jokes. Father doesn't smile, but he never smiles. "The girls want to go pet the animals, and I promised you'd come with us, Coryo."

It's the perfect escape.

"Fatherly duties," Coriolanus says to his father, "you know how that goes."

"Enjoy the animals," father replies coldly.

Soarynn lets Coriolanus lead them away from his frigid father, looking over her shoulder just once at the older man. "He seemed a bit upset, didn't he? Did your parents get into an argument before they arrived?" Coriolanus kisses her temple, she's too sweet for this world.

"No, darling. That's just who he is, you said it yourself, strong and silent."

"Still," she mumbles, "he doesn't look too pleased with us. Did the girls say something?"

Coriolanus shakes his head, the girls might give him attitude, but they'd never try anything with their grandfather. "He's just mad that he didn't get a visit from the Easter Bunny," he replies, tickling her side to make her laugh. Soarynn giggles, leaning into his touch. "I just don't ever want to have a strained relationship with him."

Too late, Coriolanus thinks bitterly to himself.

The girls are already standing by the small pen with what he presumes to be animals inside it. Livia and Hilarius truly spared no expense for the festivities today. Their eyes grow bigger when they see that their parents have arrived. "Mommy, there's a bunny rabbit inside," Ceraphina whispers excitedly.

"But we can’t go in without adults,” Celeste adds. Ah, well that explains why the girls are so happy to see them. Looks like mother has run off to the beverage tent, he’s never known her to be without a glass of wine.

“Do you want to see the rabbits, Cas?” Soarynn asks their son who actually perks up at her question. He had to leave his beloved stuffed lion at home and he was not happy about it.

Soarynn is far more gracious with Lenny than Coriolanus is. He knows that when he’s at work, she’ll often let Lenny tag along with her and Caspian when running errands. Coriolanus tries to be firm with his decision to keep all stuffed animals at home, but even he cracks every once in a while.

“Yes,” Caspian says with confidence. Coriolanus gives Soarynn a grin, “Can’t argue with that.”

Coriolanus steps over the short fence that’s been set up to keep the animals contained, making sure he doesn’t squish a rabbit. There are rabbits and baby chicks inside of the pen, most of them chew on the grass. He helps the girls by picking them up and swinging them over the fence.

“Wheee!” Celeste says, kicking her feet before he gently sets her down. “Daddy, can we go flying someday?” Coriolanus has never flown a day in his life but a new type of air travel is in the works. Hovercrafts will soon be the fastest way to travel in Panem.

“I’ll work on that, sweetheart,” he promises her.

He offers Soarynn a hand as she carefully swings one leg over the fence, which is a bit more difficult while wearing a dress and carrying a toddler.

“Down, Momma.”

“Alright, darling,” Soarynn says, bending down so Caspian can go explore. A few chicks waddle over to him and Caspian smiles, looking up at his parents, “Bird!”

“That’s not a bird! That’s a baby chicken,” Ceraphina says to him, hands on her hips. Caspian doesn’t pay her any mind, “Baby birds!”

He’s close enough.

There’s a lone attendant working in the animal pen who explains that the girls will have to sit down if they want to hold the bunnies. Thankfully, a chair has been provided because Coriolanus knows how much Soarynn despises the girls getting their dresses dirty. And these are brand new.

Celeste gets to go first which is a treat since she’s used to being second next to her big sister.

“Now, gently place a hand on his back,” the attendant guides her through it as he places a brown bunny onto Celeste’s lap. She gasps softly, placing a hand on its soft fur.

“It’s so soft, Mommy.”

Soarynn smiles, smoothing down a few stray curls that have come loose from the headband she put in Celeste’s hair this morning. “Look at his little nose twitching.”

Even Coriolanus has to admit that these bunnies are quite cute. Much cuter than Petunia. Ceraphina tried to put her bunny ear headband on Petunia’s head after breakfast which nearly led to a cat fight.

“Be gentle, Celeste,” Coriolanus reminds her when she goes to touch the bunnies ears.

None of these rabbits seem to be energetic, in fact, he sees one sleeping by a bowl of water.

“Do lots of people own rabbits as pets?” Soarynn asks the attendant, causing Coriolanus to internally wince. The last thing they need is a rabbit in their apartment. Soarynn loves animals, she always wants to help them, to feed them, and save them.

Perhaps this whole animal experience is a scheme to trick unsuspecting parents into buying their children rabbits.

“Many do, but rabbits are a lot of work,” the attendant explains, “they can be very emotional animals.”

“We already have an emotional animal at home,” Coriolanus reminds her. Soarynn scoffs, shaking her head. “Petunia isn’t emotional. She’s a little lady.”

“That cat is no lady,” he mumbles, loud enough so only she can hear. The girls eventually switch places and Ceraphina gets to hold the bunny. “Look how big his ears are, Daddy!”

“Those are the biggest ears I’ve ever seen, darling.”

“You two are welcome to hold one as well. The children just need to be assisted,” the attendant says to them. Coriolanus politely declines, he doesn’t do rabbits. But Soarynn jumps at the opportunity and carefully picks up a little white one with a pink nose.

“White as snow,” she says to Coriolanus, swaying back and forth with the bunny in her arms. Coriolanus gingerly reaches out to pet the bunny who’s already fallen asleep in Soarynn’s arms.

He remembers how quickly Ceraphina would fall asleep in her arms when she was baby. Soarynn would sing lullabies about gumdrops and meadows, nearly lulling him to sleep as well.

Coriolanus looks over at Caspian who made himself at home with the chicks. He’ll run from one side of the pen to the other and all the chicks will follow after him, chirping as they try to keep up.

“Bird! Bird!”

“Can I pet your bunny, Mommy?”

Soarynn bends down so that Celeste can see the small rabbit in her arms. “You certainly may. Thank you for asking so politely, darling.”

One thing Coriolanus prides himself in is how well-behaved all their children are. Soarynn grew up a good Capitol girl who always knew her manners and he expects his girls to grow up the same way. Since Soarynn spends a majority of the day with the children, she’s been tasked with making sure they grow to be polite Capitol citizens.

Rarely do they ever act out in public. They use their best manners, talk respectfully to adults, and never whine. This doesn’t mean they act the same way at home, of course, but he’s more than pleased with his children’s behavior.

Especially compared to some of their other friend’s children.

Cecil Creed is a cute child but Persephone spoils him to death and Festus doesn’t have a backbone when it comes to raising his son.

“My, my, my, it looks like you all have found the Easter Bunny.” Mother’s voice comes from the other side of the pen and she is, of course, holding a glass of wine.

“It’s not the Easter Bunny, Grandmother! He already came to our house!” Celeste tells her, running over to the short fence. Mother chuckles, resting a gloved hand on Celeste’s cheek. “Aren’t you clever darling? And look at those curls! You know, your father had curls just like yours when he was little. Did I ever show you the pictures?”

“Yes,” they all answer. Who could forget mother cracking out the photo albums every time a new Snow baby was born?

“Oh. Well, I guess we’ll have to wait and see what Caspian ends up having. Curls or waves.”

Ceraphina inherited Soarynn’s wavy hair, causing her to look like her mother’s twin. Celeste got his curls and his bright blue eyes. Caspian can really go either way.

“Look at me, Grandmother! I’m holding a bunny rabbit!”

Mother fawns over Ceraphina and her rabbit while Soarynn puts hers down to go check on Caspian who’s resorted to walking now that running is too tiring.

Coriolanus looks across the yard and finds his father watching him and his family. He may not be as successful as his father when it comes to money, but he’s richer than he’ll ever be when it comes to love.

Coriolanus breaks the eye contact he held with his father, deciding to look at the one person who single-handedly gave him this life. And there she is, holding Caspian in her arms once again, smiling as she spins them around.

Coriolanus doesn’t know who he’d be without Soarynn, without her patience and kindness. She’s taught him to enjoy the little things in life, the eggs, the giggles, the drawings. She gave him three beautiful children without him even having to ask.

What could be better than that?

Soarynn catches him staring and blushes, she’s always been the shy one in their relationship. Caspian wiggles out of her arms, catching his second wind from the looks of it.

Coriolanus holds his hand out to her and Soarynn walks back over to him without saying a word. They’ve gotten to the point where words aren’t needed in their relationship anymore.

One look into her stormy gray eyes and he knows exactly what she’s thinking and feeling.

Her hand slips into his, “Is everything alright, Coryo?”

Coriolanus leans down, gently pecking her lips. He’s not one for excessive affection in public, but he’ll steal a kiss every now and then. Soarynn eagerly responds to the kiss, deepening it for a moment before pulling away.

“More than perfect,” he breathes, wrapping his arm around her. “Today has been perfect.”

Soarynn sighs contentedly, he knows how deeply she longed for a life like this. The sudden death of her father came right before Ceraphina was born, devastating Soarynn, and leaving her as the sole living member of the Nightingales.

Starting a family with Coriolanus was so important to her. This is the life she’s wanted since she was a little girl. He’s glad he could give it to her.

“It really had been perfect,” she agrees, resting her head on his shoulder, “although I do think a pet rabbit would make our family complete.”

Coriolanus chuckles, she’s persistent, he’ll give her that.

“Not a chance, darling.”

Soarynn looks up at him and grins. “It was worth a try.”

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