#Chive x Reader

[vikkirosko]

Hi, if you're all right with this. Could you do How would Metal Family characters Dee, Heavy, Glam, and Ches would react to s/o having hair even longer than theirs? Like their s/o hair is really curly, and it goes all the way down to their waist or butt. How would they react to seeing their s/o undoing their bun and letting their hair down for the first time in front of them? How would they react to seeing their s/o's hair so long?😊

Headcanons Long hair

💖 Glam x Reader 🎸

Glam often kept his hair loose, while you always tied it in a bun so that your hair would not interfere with you. He was not shy about saying that you had beautiful hair, and you reciprocated this by touching his hair several times, with his permission, and saying how soft and fluffy they were. You really liked his hair

You spent a lot of time together. When you were once again spending time together cooking lunch, Glam heard a strange sound. When he looked at you, about to ask what it was, he saw you with your hair down. As it turned out, your hair band broke, it was the sound of the hair band tearing that he heard

You quickly brought a spare hair band that was in your bag, and Glam helped you tie your hair back into a bun. He said in a matter-of-fact tone that you have beautiful hair and that it must be hard for you to take care of it all the time. Your hair was long enough to reach your waist and it was obvious that you spent a lot of time trying to keep it in good condition

When Glam finished tying your hair, you were able to return to cooking. He could safely say that you looked beautiful both with your hair down and tied in a bun. He wasn't going to convince you to wear your hair down if you were uncomfortable. The main thing for him was that you felt comfortable

📚 Dee x Reader 📱

Dee and you were in the same class and you were the only one from his class with whom he talked a lot. Sometimes his gaze caught on the bun in which your hair was gathered. You always kept your hair tied up so that it wouldn't interfere with your daily life. Dee assumed you had long hair, but he didn't know how long

You skipped physical education together, preferring to sit on benches. Usually you chatted, discussing various little things, but this time when you came there was irritation on your face and your hair, reaching the length of your buttocks, was loose. As it turned out, your hair band broke and because of this you were forced to walk with your hair down, which bothered you

Looking at how you stubbornly tucked strands of hair behind your ears, he took out his spare hair band from his backpack and gave it to you. You hugged him tightly in gratitude and hurried to tie your hair. With your hair tied back in a bun, you looked much more familiar, but Dee would be lying if he said that your loose hair did not look beautiful

He liked you both with your hair tied up in a bun and with your hair down. He didn't dare to do it openly, but he was interested to know what your hair felt like. Maybe someday he could decide not only to confess his feelings to you, but also that he thought your hair was beautiful

🎮 Heavy x Reader 🐱

You and Heavy have been in the same class for the last few years. You were one of the people closest to him. You spent a lot of time together and Heavy was very serious about arranging a date for the two of you. But in all the time that he has known you, he has never seen you with your hair down. You kept your hair tied up in a bun all the time so that it wouldn't get in your way

Heavy often went to visit you and during one of these visits he asked you to let your hair down. You were surprised by his request, but you agreed. Heavy was mesmerized by you with your hair down. Your hair reached your waist and, feeling his gaze on you, you shyly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and blood rushed to your cheeks

He asked you, with a twinkle in his eyes, if he could braid your hair. You laughed softly but agreed, turning your back on him and giving him access to your hair. You didn't see how focused his face was, but Heavy really tried to make the braid look beautiful

When Heavy finished, your hair was braided into the braid he worked so hard for. Heavy was proud to tell you that he learned how to braid braids by watching his mom and he was glad that he was able to put his knowledge into practice. You had really beautiful and soft hair that he liked to touch and Heavy would be glad if you let him braid your hair again sometimes

🧄 Chive x Reader 🎸

You met Chive shortly after he opened a music store. You were the first employee he hired and you were quickly able to find a common language, not only in terms of work, but also in personal terms. However, in several years, he has never seen you untie the bun in which you gathered your hair. You claimed that it was more convenient for you to work like this, because your hair didn't bother you. He was interested to know what you looked like with your hair down, but he was in no hurry to ask you to let your hair down, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable

He invited you to his house so that you could have dinner and watch a movie together. However, in the middle of dinner, a severe thunderstorm began outside. You came to him on foot and it would have been difficult for you to get home as well. That's why Chive invited you to stay at his place for the night. He didn't want you to get hurt on the way home, and you didn't mind staying at his house overnight

After watching the movie, he gave you his T-shirt and shorts so that you would have something to change into. He was preparing a sleeping place for you while you were in the shower, and when you came out, he froze in surprise. You were wearing his clothes and your hair was disheveled and loose. It was the first time he saw you with your hair down, which reached your buttocks. You looked very homely and that made him feel warm

Looking at you sleeping next to him, he couldn't help but smile. Chive stroked your hair, watching you breathe peacefully in your sleep. Next to you, he felt the comfort of home that he had not felt for a long time. Chive hoped that this warmth would stay with you as long as possible

[yandere-metal-family]

You should do more chive/ches:)

I should! People only love Dee though :( [I did a Lif drawing lmk if yall want to see it]

Summary: Chive has a crush on Sebastian's sister

Just like his meeting with Sebastian, his with you was a complete accident

You already knew who he was, thanks to snooping on your older brother

Chive didn't even realize you were related to Sebastian and tried chatting you up like a normal person

You just looked at him funny while he was trying to win you over with his flirty personality

Color him surprised when Sebastian dragged you off, obviously annoyed that some 'amateur' beat him for first place [He was angered when seeing you talking to said amateur. He accidentally let it slip to his sister and she 'accidentally' let it slip to your father]

When your father found out he was livid. Though, not at you. He was angry at both your older siblings for letting some lowlife get close to you

"He started talking to me, not me to him"

"How could you let something like that?"

You saw how much it upset your father, so you started seeking out this 'Ches' guy

He was more than pleased to have your attention

Your brother was annoyed, because if father found out, Sebastian knew if dad found out Dad would be mad at him, not you

^Sebastian would reprimand you, so you'd get yelled at by someone

Though, this just makes you more rebellious

You start to meet him at night in hidden places

You both hang out for hours and talk

What began with rebellion turns into a genuine liking for Ches

You become really 'invested'

Until Ches and Sebastian eventually become friends

Even when they're friends, Sebastian still doesn't like him near you

"She's my baby sister! You can't date her!"

"Why not!?"

Glam looks at Ches wide eyed, "ARE YOU KIDDING? SHE'S MY SISTER!"

Ches adores Glam's Friendship, but given the choice... Well, he's in love with you not Glam

Your brother complains to you too. Saying you're to good for Ches and that Ches isn't going to treat you right [Not to mention his addictions]

This does end up bothering you, but you really like Chive

When you do end up giving him the ultimatum, he does end up quitting cold turkey, much to your brother's disappointment [While he was glad that Chive quit, he didn't like that it made your relationship with the male stronger]

"If it helps you feel better, I love your sister-"

"Yeah right. I'm sure you did. Like you loved all our fans?"

"You know it's not like that-"

"Then what is it like?"

Chive is really sweet to you

He adores listening to you talk and talk and talk

He could just listen to you for years, decades, his whole life

How has he lived his whole life without you? God, you're perfect and sometimes he feels like he doesn't deserve you

Though, when looking into your eyes his whole world, all the anxiety, depressions, fear, confusion, it all just disappears

[starandcloud]

Chive Drabble

The plan was to go over. Get something from Chive. And leave.

So... How you ended up, high off your ass, on his couch. Was a real mystery to you.

His hands rested on your waist and he kissed you softly.

"You're so preeettyyyy..."

He said, staring up and into your eyes. You were happily in his lap as he left lazy kisses on your lips and neck.

"Mn... I think I love you baby... You're so pretty and perfect and I love you..."

You blushed and looked away before he gently pulled you into a kiss, his lips were chapped but gently as his thumbs traced gentle circles into your skin.

"You're so fucking high Chive..."

You softly said as you stared down into his eyes, you kissed him softly. Feeling him melt against you, you smiled; your lips curling up against his before you gently pulled away and said.

"You're so lucky I love you..."

[fantaisyummy]

Hi! I see you write for Metal Family! Would it be possible to request Chive X reader fluff? If not, no pressure at all!

Guitars have hearts to.

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Pairing: Chive x yn

Promote: his drink and wants his s/o attention.

Warning: drunk, drugs (being high).

Not proof read

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you and chive were on the schvagenbagen coach after getting invited to their family game night you were always invited to. How did chive get drunk (and a little high) was a mystery to everyone.. Chive was clinging on you like there was no tomorrow.

“Chive get off!”

You try pushing him off as he whines clinging on to you more hiding his face in your shoulder. You sigh shaking your heads as you put a hand in his hair running your fingers through it. His hair was soft.. you didn’t know how he did.. he didn’t even take care of it.

“I think I might love you”

chive mutters leaving soft loving kisses on your neck.

“You think you might?”

You tease him making him whine and shake his head.

“NoOoO…I love you and you’re perfect and pretty and-“

he rambling about how much he loves you you decide to cut him off

“You’re so lucky I love you.”

He lets out a small pout at your words and clings onto your shoulders

“Go to bed baby..”

You mutter softly as he cuddles up laying his head on your lap. He falls asleep as he starts loudly snoring.. you laugh softly.

You knew you wouldn’t trade this for the world. You’d never tell him that.. his heads big enough

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A/N: sorry this is bad it’s my first time writing for metal family 😭

[fisbred]

Younger holding, one another (drabble)

pairing(s) : kitsune! scaramouche x gn! reader warn : alternative universe. what if scara was kitsune, instead yae miko. ei not lead inazuma. reader is not human. inspired by fontaine archon quest. using you/your. i'm done with grammar bro.

a/n : 5 jan is my birthday lmao, so i'm make this drabble for celebrating it!

Here again he's waiting for your presence at this place.

You come from a family that worships dragons, leaders of each region before the archons took their positions.

Every day Scara looks at you in corner of shrine room with you. He can see your obedience, pray with wisdom.

Inazuma is not currently ruled by anyone, but representatives Grand Narukami Shrine and Tri-commissions work together to manage the land of immortality.

He's also feel like there is something strange about you.

Your physique has gotten a bit more muscular over time, and your gaze is very sharp. Nothing but your eyes like a predator, a reptile to be more precise.

Even if you don't look sick, that's not right either. There comes a time every year when you feel sick, 'fever' you say.

Instead, he smelled a strong odor, more like an animal in heat.

Don't forget the scales that grow around the sides of your neck. Even if you try to cover it up, it can still be seen if you're not careful.

You are a strange human of course.

But are you really a human?

taglist : @kunikuma

[arsenicbluebell]

I kinda wanna write for metal family

Gimme ideas pls

[seancekitsch]

Can I request Jayvik x Reader? I'm so excited you want to write for Arcane

another little shortie but i like this dynamic 💖

Jayce hums a happy tune despite his lateness, excited that today was going to be the beginning of a new project in the lab. He knew that Viktor and you were already at the lab setting things up, having gotten up way earlier than him this morning. But even with his lateness, he has treats. For you there’s a garlic bagel with chive and onion cream cheese and a hot cup of tea, for Viktor a chocolate croissant and some sweet milk, and for himself an iced mocha and bacon egg and cheese on an biscuit with hot sauce. He shifts the bag under his cup carrier, yanking the door open with a free hand as he concludes his song, ready for the greeting and praise the two of you will give him when he shows off the breakfast haul.

Only, he’s not greeted with hugs or loud greetings or praise for remembering everyone’s breakfast order. Instead he hears hushed voices, quiet moans coming from the far side of the room.

Viktor has you on his lap, your cardigan discarded on his desk as he presses sloppy kisses to your neck.

“Right there?” he asks you, and then dives back in, Jayce can see that with this kiss his tongue even darts out to lick at your pulse point. You encourage him with a moan, throwing your head back.

“Should I be jealous?” Jayce speaks up, placing the food and drinks on one of the tables as he steps forward. You dont break away from Viktor or his kisses, but you do call out his name, an excited moan of a noise that beckons him closer. You unwrap one of your arms from Viktor, holding it out until Jayce reaches out to grab it, and you easily pull him in closer to the embrace.

“We got bored waiting for you,” Viktor explains, his lips wet and shining in the lamp light, “So I started conducting my own little experiment. You see, I wanted to find out what spots made her… react the most.”

“Wanna test his hypothesis?” you ask, and then your lips press against his thumb, kissing from the base to the tip , letting the his thumb rest on your bottom lip. Jayce knows this game of yours, and plays along gladly, pressing his thumb past your teeth, letting it settle on your tongue. Greedily, you start sucking on his thumb as Viktor goes back to attacking your neck, no doubt leaving marks on your pretty skin. It’s almost too much already for Jayce, who wishes neither of you had left the apartment this morning so that you could continue this on the nice fluffy bedding instead of Viktor’s desk. Either way, Jayce practically short circuits when you hollow out your cheeks around his thumb, locking eyes with him as if daring him.

Jayce pulls you up from Viktor’s lap then, his earlier guess correct as you cry out when Viktor’s teeth graze your neck a little too harshly at the action, and Jayce takes the time to kiss you deeply. His tongue is quick to slide between the seam of your lips, hot and hungry and still tasting of the sip of mocha he had on the way over. You kiss back eagerly, but you always do, always showering your men in endless affection and attention. Your hands tangle in his hair as you pull on the shorter strands at the base of his skull, everything to work him up but—

“Wait! Shit,” Jayce pulls back from you as a string of mumbled expletives leave his mouth, “breakfast is gonna get cold if we don’t eat it quick.”

He grabs the bag and passes out each of your items, and you follow suit to grab yours and Viktor’s drinks to bring back to the desk, taking your seat back on Viktor’s lap.

“Oh Jay, you shouldn’t have!” you tell him, “my breath is gonna be so stinky after this!”

“Eh, I like it,” Viktor shrugs, and the two of you look at him as if he’s gone mad.

“What? It is… endearing. It is your stink,” he explains, and unwraps his chocolate croissant before either of you can respond.

“So we’re gonna continue this little experiment after we fuel up?” Jayce asks, taking a seat on top of the desk.

“As long as both of you take extensive notes,” you tell him, and both of your men agree to that.

[bouncybongfairy]

Everything & The Kitchen Sink

Butch Wolverine x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Logan promised to come home early from the bar after her shift. You make dinner and get ready only for her to come home late and drunk. This some how leads to the two of you tribbing on the counter.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Fingering, Tribbing, Nipple Play, Squirting

(THIS IS A W|W FANFIC)

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You were cleaning up the kitchen after making dinner. Logan was supposed to be home over an hour ago, she was working as a bouncer at a local bar. She promised you she’d come straight from work, you’d spent all day preparing for just that. Cleaning the entire apartment, did all the laundry, made dinner, ect. Took a long shower, exfoliated and moisturized. You already wrapped her plate up and stored it in the microwave. Preoccupying yourself by watching TV until you fall asleep. 

Logan carefully unlocked the door and saw you laying so still and statuesque. In comparison to what she sees at the bar all day you truly looked like an angel. The light of the television casting on you like you were glowing. She was past tipsy but not staggering or anything, she liked seeing how peaceful you were; knowing that once you woke up it’d be a completely different story. She opened the microwave and started salivating, it was her favorite. Baked potato with sour cream and chives, corn on the cob, two slabs of steak cooked medium rare, grilled shrimps and roasted carrots. 

It looked so amazing she didn’t bother heating it back up. Stuffing her face, only using utensils when she had too. She hadn’t eaten anything before or during work and drank on an empty stomach. It was like the plate was fucking glowing. Lighting the cigar she had tucked behind her ear. Too drunk to care that she was sparking up inside. She came over to you and ran her finger along your bare thigh. Wearing her tee shirt and the band of your panties peeking out. 

“Mmhm, you’re so soft,” she grumbled to herself, letting her calloused hand run up and down your skin. Stirring you awake and gently letting her body fall on top of yours. You were starting to stir awake, remembering how late Logan was. You push against her shoulders but she doesn’t care. Continuing to kiss your neck and grope your chest. The liquor and burnt smell of the cigar coming from her breath only reminded you of her loyalty to the bar. 

“You’re late,” you huffed, sitting up and trying to get out of her grip.

“Was a late night baby,” she mumbled.

“And you're drunk,” you said, successfully wiggling out of her grip. Picking up the coat she let drop on the floor when coming home. Logan took this opportunity to grip your hips and thrust herself against you. 

“So?” she laughed, pulling at the waistband of your panties and letting them snap against your skin. Entertained by how you jumped and squealed when the elastic hit you.

“I waited for a long time… I was all excited and you left me waiting..” you trail off. It sober her up a bit, knowing that you had waited for her while she lollygagged at the bar. Logan didn’t realize how much her company meant to you. Probably due to her own insecurity but she missed seeing the way she undervalued herself was affecting you. She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you to her chest. 

“I should have come right home. I’m sorry,” she said, kissing the top of your head. 

“It’s okay, I know you have a lot going on. Just promise for next time,” you said, wrapping your arms around her waist, “I’m glad you ate,” you said, noticing her dishes on the counter. 

Logan wasn’t paying attention anymore, now completely focused on running her hands down your body. She couldn’t get your smell out of her nose and it was starting to affect her self control. You were oblivious to how worked up she was becoming, Instead being off in your own little world. As much as you hated her cigar habit, the smell was somewhat comforting now as much as you complained about it. Sometimes you’d avoid washing the smoke smell off hoodies and pillow cases. You moved your hands up to her hair, brushing the loose stands out of her face. Eventually running your nails down her arms, you could feel the goosebumps form; her body hair standing somewhat making you giggle. 

She was breathing hard, especially when you looked up at her. Big doe-eyes staring up at her, eyelashes fluttering and hair messy from your nap. Logan smashed her mouth against yours, bringing her hands up to cup your face. Pressing herself against you, pinning your body to the kitchen island. Her thumbs rubbing your face as you work your tongues together. It was sloppy and getting more heated by the minute. She grabs you by the waist and sets you on the counter. Her eyes damn near boggling while watching the recoil of your breast from being sat down so hard. 

She grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it over your head, exposing your chest. Seeing her so animalistic and feral was making your stomach feel inflamed. A deep blush covering your face and neck while wetness starts to drip down your folds; Logan herself felt a heartbeat in her jeans. Your noses were pressed together and you could smell the whiskey on her breath. Normally it would bother you but it was undeniable that when Logan was drunk she didn’t hold back during sex. Normally she was more gentle, enjoying giving you pleasure. The liquor made her more brutish and unfiltered and it was so fucking hot. 

Hearing all the filth that slipped past her lips that normally went unheard due to her shyness. Using her strength against you, biting down on your soft skin with brutal force. Logan pecked your lips before moving down to your chest. Taking one of your nipples into her mouth and starts sucking and flicking her tongue. You ran your fingers through her hair and moaned loudly. Arching your back and balling your fists up in her hair. Your legs immediately begin to tremble from the pleasure. So sensitive from the anticipation that has been building in your belly all day. Resting your lips on the top of her head while groaning and whimpering into her hair. She pulled your panties to the side and used her middle finger to feel around your folds. 

Smearing your wetness all over your lips before pushing two fingers into your entrance. She was completely zoned out, having your tit in her mouth while curling and pumping her fingers in and out of you. Any time she nips at the senstative bud you tighten yourself around her fingers; only encouraging her to do it more. Your walls felt so velvety against her digits. She broke out of her daze and pulled away from you slightly to see your face and God what a sight it was. You were completely red in the face, practically panting trying to catch your breath. 

Eyebrows furrowed and nipples puffy and swollen; a light from above the kitchen island shining down on you. Making your chest glisten from the saliva covering your breast. You pulled her onto the counter to join you and started tugging at her jeans, which she quickly took off. Laying her back against the cold tile of the island. Before climbing on top of her, you sink your tongue between her folds. Spitting and flicking your tongue around, looking up to see Logan on her elbows. Cursing and sputtering while pushing herself against your mouth. Getting a little too excited you reach up and try grabbing at her chest. She snatches your wrists and pulls you towards her; now straddling her, you knees on either side of her hips.

 “I’m not that drunk,” she huffs and starts gripping your hips, prompting you to start grinding your hips. 

Now rubbing each other's sexes together, your wet folds sliding between one another. The tile was hurting your knees a bit but it didn’t stop you from quickening your pace. Finding the perfect rhythm, your clits continuously brushing against each other. Logan was arching her hips up, positioning herself so she could watch you ride her. Sitting up on her elbows and watching your tits bounce, saliva dripping onto her stomach. Too pussy-drunk to care if you were drooling or not.

“I’m cumming…” you groan out, taking her off guard.

Grabbing two handfuls of Logan's hair and pinning her fisting to the counter below you two. Your fists on either side of her head while riding out your orgasm. Squirting without stopping grinding your hips, causing the wetness to spread and spalsh all over Logan’s stomach. She immediately cums from watching you unraveling into a squirting fucked out mess. Digging her nails into your hips while thrusting her hips up, trying to get closer to you. Crying out, so overstimulated and jerking your hips forward. You collapsed on her chest, not giving a fuck about sleeping in your own wetness. Logan was too drunk to care, using the tee shirt to cover you like a blanket and falling asleep with you on her chest.

[basketonthedoorstepofthefbi]

“cream cheese” - mid meeting, Hotch crosses a line you didn’t think he would

Hotchner x gn!reader, 500 words

I’m trying blurbs! Drabbles, whatever you’d like to call them. Lmk if you like it ok love you bye

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You’re sitting beside Hotch at the round table. The conference room is usually where you start the day, and today is no different - except for the fact that Penelope, bless her heart, brought everyone bagels.

It doesn’t even matter that there’s a grisly photo of a murder victim on the TV in front of you.

Compartmentalization is key when working for the BAU, so you just avoid looking at it and instead chomp down - an Asiago bagel with chive cream cheese? You eat it like a sandwich, the massive amount of cream cheese you put on it spilling out the sides.

“You’re gonna need to brush your teeth after that,” Derek said when you assembled your bagel. You just playfully flipped him off and carried on, earning a chuckle from Hotch - Aaron, he insists you call him.

Being your boss’s significant other does not have the perks that the movies say it would. He does not show you special treatment on a daily basis, nor does he pull you off to the side for spontaneous interludes in the middle of the day. Hotch is very black and white. He likes rules. He likes sticking to those rules.

And you love him for it.

“What’s the geographical distance between the first two victims?” You ask as you glance down at your paperwork.

Spencer spouts off the answer like he memorized it on a flash card the night before, and you quietly thank him. You open your mouth to ask another question, but the feeling of a thumb swiping across your upper lip stops you from speaking.

You freeze, looking up slowly and turning your head to the culprit. Aaron’s thumb catches a chunk of cream cheese, and he wipes it off onto a nearby napkin. You’re completely flabbergasted by this, for the very straightforward reason that Aaron does not touch you at work. He doesn’t even let you rest your head on his shoulder on the jet.

Your eyes meet Aaron’s and your cheeks turn immediately red. “You were about to lose it,” Aaron explains softly. He seems to be shocked by his own actions. You can tell by the way his eyes soften. He doesn’t blush, though, and you kind of hate him for it.

Your gaze darts to the rest of the team.

Spencer is totally oblivious to what has happened, but Derek leans back in his chair with a smirk in his face, Emily and JJ are grinning at each other, and Penelope is very clearly stifling a giggle.

Rossi is the one who breaks the awkward silence. “Twenty miles between victims one and two, that’s fascinating,” he proposes.

Aaron clears his throat and looks at you briefly. It’s a fleeting expression, but you will forever have it ingrained in your brain - his lips curled in the smallest smirk, a twinkle in those dark brown eyes. As he turns in his chair to scoot closer to the table, you feel the tips of his fingers just barely graze your thigh.

“Right, let’s debrief more on the jet,” he suggests, stacking his folders efficiently and rising from his desk chair. “Wheel’s up in 30.”

[anonymousewrites]

Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom

Kyoya Ootori x Non-binary! Reader

Follows the events of the manga

Book 1:

Prologue: White Rose for New Beginnings

Chapter One: Coriander for Hidden Worth

Chapter Two: White Chrysanthemum for Truth

Chapter Three: Red Columbine for Anxiety

Chapter Four: Abatina for Fickleness

Chapter Five: Bluebell for Humility

Chapter Six: Gladiolus for Integrity

Chapter Seven: Pansy for Thoughts

Chapter Eight: Rhododendron for Danger

Chapter Nine: Heliotrope for Devotion

Chapter Ten: Carnation for Fascination

Chapter Eleven: Violet for Modesty

Chapter Twelve: Arborvitae for Friendship

Chapter Thirteen: Chives for Usefulness

Chapter Fourteen: Yellow Hyacinth for Jealousy

Chapter Fifteen: Gardenia for Secret Love

Chapter Sixteen: Amaryllis for Pride

Chapter Seventeen: Hyacinth for Game

Chapter Eighteen: Gladiolus for Victory

Chapter Nineteen: Mint for Virtue

Chapter Twenty: Crab Blossom for Ill Nature

Chapter Twenty-One: Oak for Strength

Chapter Twenty-Two: Yellow Carnation for Rejection

Chapter Twenty-Three: Lemon Balm for Sympathy

Chapter Twenty-Four: Calla Lily for Beauty

Chapter Twenty-Five: Red Carnation for Deep Love

Specials:

Christmas Specials: 2024

Valentine's Day Specials: 2025

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[vikkirosko]

Dee, Glam, and Chive with a s/o that bites to show affection? Maybe?

Headcanons Bites

💖 Glam x Reader 🎸

When you and Glam started dating, he found out that you had your own special way of showing your affection. They were bites. He found out about it when you bit his wrist. Glam looked at you in surprise, not immediately understanding what you were doing, but when you confusedly explained to him exactly what you had done, he smiled a little wider. Such an unusual way to show affection seemed nice to him

You didn't bite him hard, because you didn't want to hurt him, but you liked to leave marks on his skin. Glam treated it calmly. He wasn't shy when you left teeth marks and he didn't care that someone could see them. Glam did not see any problems in such manifestations of feelings. You didn't bite him when you were in public and you usually bit his wrist, shoulders or anything else that he usually hid

You didn't talk about it, but you were confused by the idea that someone could see your bite marks, which is why you left them in places where others wouldn't see them. It was something important for you and you were ready to share it only with Glam, but not with all people

Glam sometimes thought about biting you too, but so far kept it only in mind. He liked the fact that you didn't hide your feelings for him. Although your way of showing your sympathy was unusual, it was still your feelings and he appreciated those bites

📚 Dee x Reader📱

When you and Dee first met, you were a calm and friendly person. You stayed the same when you started dating and Dee was calm until one day something happened that surprised him a lot. You bit him. You weren't angry at him and your bite didn't hurt him, but it left a faint trace of your teeth on his skin. He looked at you in surprise, which caused embarrassment on your face

As it turned out, biting was your way of showing affection. You bit him yielding to a heartfelt impulse and only then realized that you had to explain everything to him in advance and that your actions could have put him at a dead end. You tried to apologize to him, but he stopped you, saying that he had nothing against you biting him sometimes

Dee didn't mind your bites. You bit his wrists and he hid from others and especially from his family with the help of his bracelets the traces of your bites. When he was alone with himself, he looked at the marks from your bites. They passed quickly, but he liked to look at them. It made him smile a little

He never bit you. Dee had his own ways to show his feelings for you, but he wasn't going to stop you from showing your feelings the way you knew how. Your bites didn't hurt him and he didn't see a reason why he had to stop you

🧄 Chive x Reader 🎸

Chive is used to a variety of manifestations of feelings. That's why when you lightly bit him, he took it with a slight smile. Because of his reaction, your cheeks turned red. You didn't expect him to take it that way, but quickly your embarrassment turned into a smile. You were genuinely glad that it didn't bother him that you bites were your way of showing affection

He was not shy about the marks from your teeth that you sometimes left on his skin and did not try to hide them in any way. Every time someone noticed them, Chive smiled easily, seeing the embarrassment on people's faces. He did not see the need to hide anything, because the fact that you met was not a secret from anyone

Several times he bit you in response, which caused your confused cry. You are not used to being bitten, because in your previous relationship, your partner was negative about the fact that you bit to show your affection. However, Chive didn't mind both getting bitten and biting back

Chive liked the fact that you didn't hide your feelings and didn't try to suppress them. Even the fact that you showed your feelings through bites didn't bother him. It was a part of you that he accepted, just like everyone else

[yandere-metal-family]

Could you pretty please do a romantic Chiv x Reader where the reader comes out as N-N-N-

NON-BINARY🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

But yes I think Chiv would he so supportive and I Headcanon him as pan cause he’s my silly little guy

He is very yippee

Lol yeah of course. I love how you did that, though I thought it was going somewhere else [Lol feel like this ask is because of my post]

Chive always seemed a little 💅🏻 so you felt safe telling him. Besides, since you both were dating, you wanted him to be the first to know

"Chive"

^ "Sup"

^ "I'm Nonbinary"

^ "Hi Nonbinary, I'm Pan."

Yes, he would make a dad joke, while also coming out to you

He'd correct people before you can even process if someone's misgendered you

He's really chill and lay back and makes sure everyone in the band refers to you as they/them

He'd get snappy if someone's trying to argue with him about it

^ He'll 100% argue for you and go overboard about it

^The guy could be 10x his size, but you can bet Chive is going to come at them like a chihuahua with every other dog

He wants to tell you every nonbinary joke he can [That are actually funny and not offensive]

Though I can also see him making an offensive joke when being an absolute idiotic high bastard

He was never good when in that situation in life

Though, you are lucky Glam will back you up when Chive would get like that

Thank god he's gotten better and makes sure to talk to you about it to make sure you're okay

No matter what happens, he will always love you, because you loved him in his worse

And you deserve the best

Though sometimes he doesn't feel like he's good enough for you

But he's so inlove with you that he could never lose you/let you go

[starandcloud]

Bites and Bubbles

It was a lazy day, music played in the background. You hummed softly as you cooked. Your hips swayed softly as the spatula pushed through the tomato sauce. You were making spaghetti, it was an easy dinner, since you didn’t feel like cooking. The click of the front door being shut made you aware of someone, and the arms that wrapped around your waist let you know who it was.

“Welcome home baby, how was work?”

A groan made you laugh as you turned the stove off.

“That bad?”

“Mhm…”

“What about practice…”

Another groan reached your ears, turning around in his arms. His head was buried in your neck as you ran your hands through his hair.

“Oh my baby… Just that bad of a day?”

You asked as you kissed the top of his head.

“Want you…” “I’m here, my big baby…” “No…”

Chive said as he lifted his head, his eyes were glazed over with lust. His gaze made you shiver as a blush crept over your cheeks.

“I want you baby…”

He mumbled out as he pulled you closer, one of his hands crept down to your ass and gave the flesh a firm squeeze making you bite your lip.

“Please baby… Please I fucking need you…”

You slightly pull away, your blush growing as you heard his begs.

“Ches… Dinners cooking I-”

“Dinner can wait, we can warm it up, Baby I need you so fucking bad please…”

You hadn’t realized he had backed up against the counter until you felt the chilled wood against your back. His lips were soft against, a sweet and innocent kiss. You knew he would never force you into anything but… Fuck it. You were so fucking pent up. His hand sliding under your shirt and resting on your skin, brought a soft moan from you. His lips connected to your neck, softly peppering kisses on your skin. The kisses slowly turned into gentle bites and soft sucking. Chive made sure to leave dark marks on your neck, he loved leaving marks on your skin. It got out of hand a few times, but you didn’t really mind.

His fingers dug into your skin as he picked you up. You didn’t go far, just up on the counter, but that action made your thoughts race. EAch on getting more and more perverted, your blush grew and you were out of it until cold air hit your chest. You shivered and a soft moan left your lips as chive’s lips swallowed your areolas.

“Fuck… Just like that…”

You praised, making Ches whine. His fingers worked on the buttons on your pants. His mouth left your body just long enough for your pants and underwear to come off. His eyes wandered over your body, taking in your beauty. Off came his shirt.

WIth his lips on your neck, he pushed two fingers into you, a gentle moan fell from your lips. He was gentle at first, gently stretching you, but how he was purposely abusing your G-Spot.

“That’s it, there we go, such a good girl~”

Chive praised as your nails raked down his make, making him grown into your neck. He always knew when you were close.

You’d get whine

Your legs would try to close

Your moans would become more broken

Your eyes would get glossy

And the most obvious one?

You’d clench around him and dig your nails into his skin, wherever they may be.

Your nails dug into his shoulders and your cunt tightened around him.

“Awe… Don’t tell me you’re gonna cum so soon?”

His voice was low and teasing as he bit your earlobe gently. You couldn’t answer him as his fingers pushed themselves deeper into you.

“You’re adorable Princess~ Well? Go ahead, cum for me. Show me how good I’m making you feel~”

His voice and words sent you over the edge. Cumming onto his fingers, a broken moan flew from your lips, which was followed by “fuck”s and his name.

“There you go babydoll~”

He praised as he continued to finger-fuck you through your high. Your whimperes and whines becoming progressively more and more whorish as his fingers overwhelmed your, now, sensitive cunt.

“Mmmnnn… Baby… to much…”

He kissed yor. Rough and sloppy as his hand danced up your pipne and gently gripped the base of your neck.

“You little Liar.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine.

“You can take more. I know you can, Cause you’re just a cock-drunk little whore. I know damn well that if I don’t fuck that pretty cunt until you’re reduced to nothing but a whining little mess… My baby won’t be able to focus right and she’ll do bad on her tests and at work. And that’d be bad, wouldn’t it?”

Ches asked as he gripped your chin and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip. All you could do was nod stupidly. Chive laughed as he stared into your eyes. His hand gently moved to your cheek, his thumb caressing your chin as you relaxed and leaned into his touch.

The soft touch was so deceiving as his fingers were still buried deep inside you. Which he took advantage of.

His fingers curled up and into your G-Spot, making your back arched and a whimper come from you.

Cuddled up in the bathtub, you tiredly smiled as Chive washed your body off. Your body was littered with hickies and bite marks, his back didn’t look much better. You had left long scratch mates down his back and small bruises were forming on his lower back from how harshly you had dug your heels into his back.

A gentle kiss was pressed to the top of your head, making you smile stupidly.

“You did so good, Little One, go to sleep. I’ll finish washing you up and in the morning I’ll make you some tea and some breakfast in bed. Alright?”

You nodded sleepily and started to fall asleep in the warmth of the bath water and the soothing sensation of his hand sliding against your back was enough to lull you off to sleep.

[star-sim]

say it back! ☆ jay park

☆ non-idol! bf! jay x fem! reader ☆ summary: jay thinks you're really cute, especially when you're mad. ☆ genre: fluff!! implied college! au / young adult! au , super domestic and cutesy ☆ warning(s)? nope! ☆ word count: 1.1k ☆ after supermassive blackhole i realized just how many jay stans followed me, so eat up guys 😛

It was a Friday evening. The sun was beginning to set, casting a vibrant peach-orange glow over Jay’s apartment.

With a navy-blue apron hanging loosely from his neck, Jay took in the scent of garlic chives and caramelized onions marinating in the pan. With a spatula, he popped in a lump of gochujang, stirring in the hot, red paste.

If Jay had to be honest, he spent most of his time just touching you, his girlfriend. Not in a sexual way. Any physical touch with you was more than enough. Whether it be cuddling on the couch or you clinging onto him while he did things, the intimacy of having skin-on-skin contact was everything.

On days like this, Jay was the one cooking dinner. Not-so-surprising, you were an absolute mess in the kitchen, so he took on that responsibility. You should be home soon. You had taken up an internship a weeks ago, so you had to stay just a tad later than usual.

As Jay immersed himself in the gorgeous aromas of his craft, he thought of what he should do with you later.

He could watch a movie with you, but knowing you, you would probably be all over him. He never expected you to be the clingy, needy type, doing whatever you could to snuggle up against his warm body. Jay’s lips parted before spreading into a gummy grin. He could imagine your voice:

“Baaabe,” you would whine, plopping yourself in between his legs. You would tangle your arms with his, or maybe you'd place his hands in your hair and make him play with it.

If his eyes were glued to the TV for long enough, you would pout, before peppering soft kisses against his neck. Jay would pretend to ignore you, making you whine again. 

“Give me attention,” you would murmur against his ear. 

Oh man, Jay felt giddy and warm inside just thinking about it. 

What he wouldn’t do just to have you come home already—

The door clicked open.

“I’m home!”

Speak of the devil and you will appear.

Jay heard a few footsteps and a giggle before feeling arms slither around his torso. 

“Hi,” you mumbled against his back. 

Jay grinned. “Hi, Angel.”

You peeked over his shoulder, taking in the scent of his cooking. “Smells good.”

“Go wash up, baby,” Jay said. “I’m almost done.”

“Okayyy,” you squeezed his waist. You gave Jay a small peck on the cheek. You drawled, “I love youuuu!”

Jay hummed. 

He heard you huff. 

“I love you,” you repeated.

“Mhm.”

There’s a pulse of silence before you pulled away, leaving him alone.

When you left, he couldn’t help but smile so stupidly. 

You were going to drive him crazy. 

You were so cute, and adorable, and pretty, and beautiful, and gorgeous, and precious, and everything that he loved. He wanted to hold you in his arms forever and kiss you forever and be with you forever and-

How many kids should you and him have? He’d always wanted two boys and a girl, but he wouldn’t mind having more. Later down the line, when you and him got older, he’d buy you a pretty diamond ring— in fact, he’d buy you everything that you’ve ever wanted. And then you and him will get married and buy a house. Would you take his last name? [Name] Park didn’t sound too bad. People would call you Mrs. Park, and instead of calling you by your first name, Jay would refer to you as “my wife,” and—

He was feeling dizzy just thinking about it. Was he getting ahead of himself?

“Are you mad at me?” your voice suddenly said.

Jay jumped. He whipped his head around to see you with your arms crossed and a big, sulky frown.

Were you standing there the whole time?

“B-Babe, I thought you went to the bathroom…”

You shook your head. 

“Are you mad at me?” you repeated. Taking a few steps forward, you turned him around, pressing him up against the kitchen counter while holding his hands together.

“Wait, what?” Jay’s brows knitted together. “Baby, where is this coming from?”

“You…” you began, averting your gaze. “You didn’t say it back.”

Jay cocked his head. “Say what back?”

You huffed. “I said I love you, and you didn’t say it back.”

You tilted your head so that he couldn’t see your pouty face, playing with his fingers. You murmured something under your breath, something that he couldn’t quite hear.

Jay stared at you for a few seconds, processing everything. And then, he threw his head back, loud bouts of laughter emitting from his lips. Every time that he would calm down and look at you, your sulky face would make him burst back into his fit of giggles.

“It’s not funny!” you slapped his shoulder, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment. When he wouldn’t stop laughing, you turned away, punching him on the arm, “You’re a jerk, Jay.”

At that, Jay immediately stopped laughing.

“Wait, I’m sorry!” Jay clasped your hands in his, pulling you close to him so that you were flushed against his chest. 

You frowned. 

“It's too late to apologize,” you mumbled.

Jay almost chuckled at your grumpiness, but stopped himself before you’d be even more upset with him.

You stayed like that for a few moments: Jay holding you close against the kitchen counter, fingers loosely intertwined.

Finally, Jay poked your cheek.

“Hey!”

“Don’t be mad at me, Angel.”

Your frown deepened.

Jay sighed.

Bringing a large hand up, he gently grabbed your face, bringing it closer.

“What are you-”

Jay began littering chaste kisses all across your face– he started at your cheek, moved up to your forehead, down your nose, to your other cheek, and lastly to your chin, where he teased you by kissing just close enough to your lips. He exaggerated by making loud kissy noises to further rile you up.

“Stoooooppp,” you whined, but made no attempt to resist him.

Jay let out a low chuckle. He cupped your cheeks. He ghosted his lips over yours, reveling in the way that you automatically closed your eyes and wet your lips in anticipation. He contemplated whether or not he should pull away to tease you, but decided against it. 

Who was he to deny you?

When your lips met, you let out an excited squeal, squeezing his bicep. When you guys pulled away, Jay breathed against your lips, “I love you.”

“Baby...” you mewled, sliding your hands up his chest to hook around his neck.

“I love you,” he repeated himself, leaning in to give your lips a peck. “I love you so fucking much.”

You giggled softly, your breath brushing against his cheek. “I love you, too.”

[fisbred]

a cat chasing wolf!

pairing(s) : scaramouche (a) x gn!reader (o) warn : modern au, alpha/beta/omega verse, human-hybrid, hint of yandere!scara (not much tho) note : my first time writing like this, soo- bearing all this cringe with me lol. oh yeah grammar goes brr

it's not surprising reader likes to come in and out from teachers room, especially if it wasn't for the problems they caused?

yeah, reader is troublemaker lol.

scara in other way was tired because teachers always put heavy expectation to him (poor boy).

well, scara is the student council president.

at first he was too annoyed with reader, like he has to handle a lot of reports that problems caused by reader.

and he was quite surprised by reader second gender, it was omega. many people think that reader are alpha, because of their rude nature (also wolf-ish body part).

after he found the answer, he has interest to reader.

after a month he's kinda look after reader.

there was a time when reader eating meat sandwich at canteen, suddenly scara came to sit next to reader without reason.

sometimes scara will confiscate reader's jacket, the reason is school rules prohibit students from wearing jackets.

he's a liar tho. reader jacket will smell like scara after he return it.

rumors circulated that scara and reader were in a relationship. although reader trying to stop that rumors, scara just quiet (he's not minding if people at school start to shipping him with reader well).

but suddenly reader chooses not to cause any more trouble, which makes scara can have peaceful day.

it was good for reader to not take some trouble, but scara sometimes feeling weird and his instincts roaring.

scara trying to distract himself but his attempt did not make him feels better.

one day, when scara spotting reader. it was weird. they're playing with kazuha, but... it's not like usual.

reader were very obedient to kazuha.

when kazu try to advised reader not to cause any more trouble. they we're listening.

it makes scara blood boil, why would reader don't wanna obey him in back time?!

scara saw it all from a distance, gritting his teeth. while holding the classroom door tightly, his handprints printed on it.

oh no

taglist : @kunikuma

[littlemissmiller]

Bird in a Cage

Part 1: To Me, You Are Divine

Pairing: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

Summary: a young president snow decided to kidnap you and take you as his prisoner in his palace. he needs a First Lady, and you could be the one…

Warning: 21+ (drinking) eventual smut, non-con, mentions of drugging (reader gets drugged by coryo), toxic themes, possession, stalking, kidnapping

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: hi…still working on Summer Highs and The Shopkeepers Daughter part 2 but in typical ADHD fashion, they have been left still yet to be finished. in the meantime (also in typical ADHD fashion) i got sooooo caught up in this story that i kinda wrote it and can’t seem to stop. The words are just flowing outta me. anyways i need to get a pedro fic out (which i have those started too!) ok so enjoy this y’all it’s so fucking dark 🤍 also…we already almost at 300 followers so I would appreciate the follow (and who doesn’t like a nice round number)

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The vastness of the palace made you feel even more alone than you already did. Being trapped in this room all day and night was starting to become unsettling. It is only a few days and still, you haven’t even made contact with the man who is holding you in his possession. Coriolanus Snow, the young president, had taken you as his own. Little did you know that you are just merely a part of his collection. The collection of girls he had taken home, held captive, then released when he wanted a new one. And to keep these women quiet, money and the veiled threats of losing your life or a loved ones. He was no stranger to keeping his promises. So when he saw you at The Gamemakers Gala, you became his prey. He had taken you home to the palace and made you his.

You were sure it was only two days, but still waking up groggy, confused, and unsure of your location can make time feel like a burden. But a maid had told you two days ago, so you went with it. Apparently he has every intention of seeing you, but based on the light outside the window, evening is setting in, so you’re not sure. You had no more tears left to cry as you lay and waited for dinner. You’re not sure how much longer it is, but eventually someone knocks on your door. You pop up, and a maid enters the room. She rolls in a mahogany tray table with fresh polished silverware, and a plate cover to match.

“Your dinner” she announces

She reveals a freshly seasoned sirloin steak, with the most perfect mashed potatoes you’ve ever seen, topped off with fresh cut chives. And he even sent you a slice of chocolate cake. It’s truly the most perfect plate you’ve seen and it was only your second dinner here in the presidential palace. Despite being held captive, Snow was keeping you well fed. You nod at her and begin digging in.

“He wishes to see you after dinner. I’ll wait outside to escort you.”

You look up at her in shock and then another wave of surprise hits you as she hands you an outfit. It was a black two piece. A halter top and pants with the slits of the leg cut out, like a two legged skirt and a pair of lace up, black heels She then hands you a bag with some foundation, mascara, lipstick, and a compact. You take it and she leaves, locking the door. You sit there, fearful and confused. What was he planning on doing to you? Why is he dressing you up like a doll and fattening you like a pig? You look back down at your dinner plate with a new found disgust and push it away. Fuck it. If you don’t finish your dinner, you don’t have to see him. You’ll say you’ve fallen ill, which you practically have when the reality of your situation comes crashing down on you again. You toss the outfit and makeup onto the bed and cross your arms.

A few moments pass and before you know it the maid is knocking again. You assume she’s checking on your progress but she simply walks in with a white envelope in hand. She gives it to you without a word, leaving the room, locking the door again. Your name is printed in fine calligraphy, a deep blood red. You turn it over and notice the, white, wax seal, engraved with a rose. You shakily open it, and reveal a note. It reads:

My dear,

I’ve seen this little show before. I always find it charming and I of course love a good game, however, I know you will not win. No matter how hard you try. This being said, I of all people know how to use hunger as a weapon and trust me your body will crave it soon enough, or I could ask the chef to cook for one less person while you’re in my care. It’s up to you.

Don’t keep me too much longer.

-C.S.

Fuck. He’s watching you. A new wave of consciousness creeps over you and you frantically look around the room, then realize he is probably still watching and stop your movements. You sit on the bed, look at the meal and sigh. Your stomach is growing given lunch was soup and some bread. It was a rich chicken noodle, but not filling enough. He must have planned that too. All a part of the game he was apparently playing with you. You begrudgingly take up the fork and knife, slicing up the juicy meat and biting into it. Of course it’s divine, and a small moan escapes your lips and you scoop up some mashed potatoes.

You take your time to eat though, making him wait even longer for you, despite his request in the note. Maybe you can win this game. In your own little ways. You eventually finish your meal and stare at the outfit and makeup bag. You sigh, seeing that this may be the only way out. You touch the fabric, it’s so silky and smooth. It dances on your fingertips and you can’t help but want to at least try it on. You know once you do that, you’ll be truly trapped in his game. You sigh and want to cry, but hold it together. Now that you're painfully aware he’s watching you, you know the only thing that will please him next will be to do as you're told. Or starve until you die apparently. Would he really do that to a citizen of Panem? You figure he just might, considering you’re this far into his plans. You take the outfit in your hand and walk into the bathroom attached to the room.

As you change, you wonder if he’s still watching you. You hope not. You’d hope he’d give you that privacy, then again you still don’t know what he has in store for you. Given that he’s making you change outfits, it seems like he wants a surprise. Like a gift being presented to him. As you strap up the heels, you take a look at yourself in the mirror. You take a deep breath as the tears start to well in your eyes. Now is not the time to fall into a mess, he wants you beautiful for him and you need to be to make it through this. Once you get a better layout of the palace and his room, you’ll be able to formulate a better escape plan.

You knock on the door and the maid opens in. She is now accompanied by two armed guardsmen, which you assume is to keep you from running. You hold yourself high as you walk out, even though your fear is still sitting in the back of your mind. Without a word, the two men and the maid walk you through the palace. It’s just as beautiful as the pictures you’ve seen. Tall ceilings, marble floors, wide windows, grand staircases. He truly has it all. You follow the group down a long hall, walls decorated with pictures of Panem and Snows of the past. Based on the pictures you see now, he looks a lot like his father. Finally, they arrive at a set of double doors, the same mahogany as the tray table. The maid knocks twice and opens the door. She stands aside and you walk in. The walls of his room have the same white marble as the floors outside, adorned with gold plating. The floors match the door and in front of you is an empty desk and red armchair. Standing beside the wide window, with his back to you, President Snow spares a quick glance over his shoulder, giving a satisfied smile.

“You found your way.”

“I was escorted.”

“That’s not what I meant dear. You look stunning by the way.”

“Well you did pick it” you scoff

“Is that a little attitude I detect?” He clicks his tongue at you “tsk tsk oh my dear, you really want to play like that hmm?”

“I don’t want to play any games, President Snow. Just please, can you tell me why I’m here? Why was I stuck in that room alone for two days?”

“To monitor your health. The drugs I gave you can sometimes make you nauseous for a few days.”

You temper your breathing. So you could have been there for much longer without realizing it. When you woke up that next morning, not in your own bed, in a room completely foreign to you, you did feel slightly groggy, highly confused and had no memory of the night before, which you chalked up to drinking. But no, Snow had drugged you and kidnapped you. And now here you stand, face to face with him. You don’t even remember meeting him until now, now something tells you that you did a few days ago.

“Well why am I here?”

He smirks and walks around to you. You don’t let your eyes leave him. It’s hard not to when his piercing blue ones practically beckon for you to stare into them. They call you, keeping you focused. Now that he’s closer up, you can see the handsome features you’ve only seen in newspapers. The same face that would sit on your coffee table and sometimes be used as a coaster, is now staring at you intensely. He eyes you, and you watch them trail down your body.

“Come closer to me.” He beckons, curling his index finger.

You nervously waltz forward, looking down nervously.

“Look up at me. Did you forget your manners?”

“No…” you breathe, now close enough to be able to touch him.

“No? What did I just say about manners my dear?” He chuckles

“No, President Snow.” You tremble

He reaches out, holding your chin, making you look directly at him.

“Good girl. You’ll learn. Consistency is key after all.” He trails the pad of his thumb against your lower lip and coos at you, almost forgetting his own manners as well. He clears his throat, and removes his hand.

“You want to know why you’re here?” He continues

“Yes, President Snow.” You nod

He smiles at you and tilts his head.

“You’re learning. That’s good.”

He pauses

“I brought you here because I think you’re special. Maybe you are even special enough to keep…”

“To keep, sir?”

“Mhmm” he walks around you, examining you. He brushes your hair back behind your shoulder and wafts in your scent.

“I assume you showered this morning? You smell nice.” He continues

“I did. I used the body wash that was available to me.”

“Good.” He smiles

There is a moment of silence while he continues to look at you. He walks to face you again and you look back up at him quickly.

“So here’s how this will work, you will live here, with me, in the palace. We will start dining together and you will accompany me to events if necessary. People won’t be suspicious since they assume that I was a president of integrity that made sure you got home safe and sound after the gala. They will assume you fell for my chivalry and I under the spell of your beautiful face.”

“For how long?” You stutter

“Well you see, I don’t have an answer for you on that. See I said you can’t win earlier and that wasn’t entirely true. You can win this game.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m looking for a First Lady of Panem. I believe you could be qualified to fit that role, but I like a good trial run with things.”

“So you kidnapped me, because you want me to be your wife.”

“That’s a strong word, but if everything works out then yes, but if not you will be properly reimbursed for your time, a non-disclosure contract will be drawn up, and you’ll be free to live as you please…as long as you don’t go around talking about this, then you’ll have bigger problems. Do you understand?” He raises an eyebrow

“Yes, President Snow…”

“Good. When I’m not around, the maids will tend to you, and you will from now on have armed guards with you at all times. When you sleep, they will guard your room.”

“I understand.”

“You are very lucky either way. I do believe most women would love to be here right now, hand picked by their president. I have fine taste you see, and that applies to the women I make mine as well.”

“What if I win,” you start, putting win in air quotes “then doesn’t that mean I stay here. With you…forever?”

“That’s right my dear, you’ll be by my side, rule over Panem with me.”

“What if I don’t want that?” You mumble, fearful of his answer

He steps closer and smiles at you. He takes a lock of your hair and rubs it between his thumb and forefinger. He drops it and smooths it out along your collarbone.

“Oh, I’m sure you will. Once you see what this lifestyle has to offer, you’ll try to be my most perfect girl.”

Your eyes widen and your heartbeat speeds up. You have nothing to say, as if all language has escaped your brain.

“Do you have anything else to ask me?” He smiles

“Why not just find a wife through normal means? Meet someone and get to know them?” You quiver again

“Why would I do that when it’s in my complete power to pick and choose. It’s easier that way too, I hate courting somebody, that silly dance people do. Does she like me, does he think I’m pretty, blah blah blah. All nonsense if you ask me. I know I like you. Like you enough to see if you're a good fit. All I really have to do is get you to like me. It’s better that way. You got to the store to buy things like apples, well I picked mine straight from the tree. I don’t go through anyone for the things I want. I just…take it.”

“And you won’t hurt me?”

“Hurt you? Of course not. Why would I want to hurt a beautiful thing such as yourself. He smirks.

He walks back around you again and stands behind. He places his hand on your shoulder, brushes back your hair and leans into your ear.

“You should know how beautiful you are. To me you are divine.” He whispers, his hot breath fanning the shell of your ear.

He rubs your shoulders tenderly, thumbs moving along your spine. Then unexpectedly, you feel his lips press against your neck. He applies a fair amount of pressure, leaving several kisses behind as he pulls back.

“Did that hurt?”

“No sir.” You breathe

“See. Like I said I don’t want to hurt you”

He returns his lips back to your neck, his hand creeping up to your jaw to push you more aggressively against his mouth. Your breath hitches and heartbeat speeds up. You want to turn him away, push him off and scream that he's an absolute monster, but your body begins to betray you. A slow heat creeps up your body, your cunt beginning to throb. You purse your lips, controlling your breath as he continues to attack your neck.

“Tell me, what can I do to make you happy while you’re in my care. I do truly desire your comfort as much as I desire to find a proper First Lady.”

“I want to be able to speak to my family. Do they know where I am?”

“Right now, they assume that you are away for work, and got called up to model the latest dresses for future Hunger Games contestants this summer. To them, you’re in District 2 for a few days.”

With that you snap and push him away, flinching as he tries to kiss you again. In response, he clutches your arm and pulls you back to him. He tightens his grip, teeth grazing your ears.

“Or I’ll send them another letter saying you were found dead after the gala, popped some pills looking for fun and took your last breath instead.” He grits harshly

“You said you don’t want to hurt me.” You whine

“I don’t want to. But I most certainly can.” He growls

“Please, I don’t want this please just let me go instead, I’ll take whatever money you offer, I don’t want this!” You begin to cry

“Let’s be honest, you don’t know what you really want. If you did, you’d be begging to stay. So I’ll show you. I’ll show you everything you could really want and more”

He once again surprises you, kissing your cheek, softly letting your tears roll onto his lips. He holds you more gently now, and you can feel your body wanting to melt into his arms. You start to stifle your tears and he soothes you.

“I have a feeling you just might be the one. You’re not like the others so far…”

“Others?” You mumble

“Mhmm. They aren’t around anymore. Like I said they got their dues instead. They know what happens if they speak up. I think you should really think about what it means for you to be my prize. Because like I said, even if you lose the game, you still belong to me.”

He kisses your jaw, hands settling on your waist. He coos into your ear, stroking your hair. You sniffle and look down at the floor. He moves his hand and tilts your head back up.

“You’ll be able to talk to your family soon enough darling. I promise.” He kisses your cheek again.

You shutter against him, more cries desperately wanting to escape your lips, but the way he continues to stroke your hair, soothes you. You suddenly feel so conflicted, accepting his comfort, but wanting to turn him away.

“In the meantime my dear…” he moves his hands back to your waist and squeezes your hips. Your body tenses at his actions and he moves his lips back down to your neck. You are somewhat frozen, trying your best to focus more on the pleasure he brings you.

“I’d like to get to know you better. Show you how beautiful you are? Hmm would you like that?” His left hand trails up your body, stopping just as he reaches your breast. You quiver at his touch, and turn to look toward him. Your eyes are full of fear and Coriolanus can see it. He sighs.

“Or perhaps another night. I’ll let you get more settled in…” he kisses your cheek one last time, before stepping in front of you. You look up at him and nod. With the pad of this thumb, he wipes a tear away. He calls out for the maid and she opens the door.

“I think we both shall retire for the night.” He tells her.

He holds your chin one last time, and you face him fully.

“I expect to see you at breakfast tomorrow. What do you like?”

“I’ll eat anything you give me.” You quiver

He gives you a faint smile and a simple nod. He sends you off with the maid and armed guards back to your room, watching you as you go. Once you return, you are left alone again and remember that he can watch you in this room. Which he is. As soon as you left, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and turned the video feed back on. He watched you enter the room. As you sit on the bed, trying not to cry, then look over into the bathroom and huff. You stand back up and storm in, closing the door behind you. You let out a huge sigh of relief. You were sure he would be persistent, not stop and until he truly got what he wanted. Which is you. You sink down onto the floor, bury your face in your knees and let out a slow, soft sob.

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