#DO I NEED A REASON TO HOLD BACK MY HUNGER--

[anikabooker]

The urge to flee died in her chest, and something heavier took its place — a terrible thought, planted in a fragile mind: What if he left? Was that all the time they were given? Suddenly an hour felt too short, just a fleeting second for people like them, who always thought the last time was the last. His eyes were still his, still his, the way they lit up when he said her name. The last time was supposed to be the last. Then what was this now?

You can't go.

But leaving was always supposed to be on her terms — leaving meant she didn’t have to watch him disappear, or disintegrate, or die like all the rest. Back when she was forced to make a home out of the darkness and cold of that basement, she used to think about it — about coming back to a place rid of his presence, rooms emptied of all his sentimental boxes labeled do not open — the same ones she shoved greedy hands into, because there was nothing about him she didn’t want to pry open and steal. You can't go. Because it was never him who ran. You can't go. Their eyes met. Don't let me.

Anika had always been a slippery thing; hold too tight, and she’d slip clean through your fingers. There was no place that could anchor her down, no chains strong enough to hold her, but the monsters were so, so loud, and she struggled to focus above the frantic pounding of her own heart. She remembered how his touch against her spine, or the way his hands brushed along her arm, had been enough to ground her. Enough to keep her here. Gone. Gone. Gone. Mossy hues traced over limbs cold and shaking with hatred, stained with her blood. She assumed it was her blood — there were still traces of it smeared across her face, that much she could feel.

"Then you go, and find him. Bring him back before it’s too late. I can’t lose him." She paused, her breath unsteady. "You care about him, I know you do."

She wanted to give herself a minute, a moment to look at him, as if he was a mirror. Where gravity had pulled her down too — a weightless body, too tired to stand, slumped against the bed, knees drawn to her chest. He fell, and he dragged her down with him. It was just a moment, enough to satisfy the hunger, to fill the void inside her chest, the one shaped like him, so it would all grow silent. So she would have some peace. Her stomach growled, a sharp reminder of how long it had been since she ate.

You want to forget it all? An arrow jamming into the frost of her heart. Not all. No — just all the good parts, the ones that made her crave normalcy, the sun on her skin and the warmth of a hand, a home inside a ribcage that could not be shattered or ripped from her. Wants and needs she had never allowed herself to have. There were nights when she wanted to forget his laugh, or the way hers had melted into it, a sound so foreign she could barely recognize it as her own, and yet there it was — vibrant and hers, all of it — his creation. She wanted to forget how she fed the flames what they wanted, how it only made them grow rampant instead of drowning them completely.

But no —not all. There was a reason his eyes adored the pages of her sketchbook. There was a reason the canvases still hung somewhere. Not all — just the hope, that filthy thing she swore would never live inside her again. But it did — it lived through every murder attempt. It lived no matter how hard she tried to drown the fucker. It was living now — breathing and growing, swelling up in her chest the longer she looked at him.

Not all — just my mistakes. I'm sorry. I'm sorry— "Not you." Things would be so much easier if she could just exhale him out of her, like cigarette smoke.

She waited for the frost to spit him out, for her body to reject the very memory of him. Waited for the ghosts to come, to devour the kindness he had offered her, to paint it red — to remind her who he was at his very core. A monster.

"And I've tried. I really fucking tried." Because she was nothing if not intense — stubborn to the bone. "Didn't stick." she shrugged; small and exhausted.

It is as though she had been feeding a fire. Fuelling an inferno with every sentence, and fanning the blaze with every forced, broken breath. Reid's choking on the smoke of it all, hot and warm. Like the sun on his flesh, when she'd thrown him into it — the same as that flash on his shoulder, when she'd darted for the door. He's burning up, seizing at her confessions. This isn't her, and it isn't him — she doesn't suit his memory where there are purple and black bruises banded around her wrists. The withering shell of a gasping corpse on the desolate concrete of an alleyway.

Anika is in his mind like an infection, transformative in a way that dysregulates his very core. He doesn't know how to come down to the ground; when it feels like he's panting, reaching for something to steady himself. But there's nothing but the wall that he's got his hands braced against behind him. Don't give up. He'd said that to her, right? Thought he had. Cruel. Cruel. Cruel. Be that, because it hurts less. He can't hurt. Doesn't want to remember the hands on his flesh in that pit, or the taste of gasoline on his tongue. Knows the sanctity of his honourable nature is tarnished with his brutalisation of everything he'd once held dear. If Reid holds things close, they get charred and scorched in the fire. He'd hurt his sisters, he'd laid waste to the kindness and been merciless to those he'd once called his friends.

He'd put his hands on Booker, and she'd left him to the sun.

You said I was nothing. It's there, right on the edge of a vicious tongue. Withheld only by the confliction that's haunting him. A peep show of memories that's pinholed a focus on all she's said in the wake of this rift between them. Reid opens his mouth, to say something, but it's simply the exposed chest of everything he'd locked away.

Pandora's box is open, and he can't get the lid shut.

Everything's free-flowing; he knows guilt now and grief. It's heavier than his strength, and it brings him to collapse to his knees. A thunk of bone on the dingy carpet as he tries to swallow down the realisation of what he's become. She walked out over self-hatred, not because of —

I did that. He can't stop the words from finding his tender parts, and burrowing deep. Eyes that had been blackened before, trembled into navy to find the parts of Anika that had been mutilated; the parts he had mocked and torn at, in place of acknowledging his own torment. His existence is a thing that needs ridding, she needs to finish what she'd started, hate or no hate. He can't do this. They can't do this — How is he supposed to come back from what he's done? The woman who'd been a chest of secrets for as long as he'd known her, sprawled as flesh and blood, offered out to him to devour. And he's spitting it out, like it's foul — but he knows the taste of her skin, of her lips, and she's anything but.

How have you done this to me? Months of endurance that eventually snapped his cords, only for those around him to rip him apart at the seams. he'd felt the similar constraints quaking in the presence of his family, making fissures in the healed and knitted closed parts of his pain. Fought it, only for her to take a knife and slash at the thread so he might never sew himself back together.

"Anika — I—"

He doesn't recognise his own voice on his knees on the floor. The broken string of vocal cords is a shredded mess. He'd learned the nastiness of nothingness, felt the silence like a comfort with everything he'd said. A contented creature, operating on its own volition. Not for anything else. Basal instincts and hunger had dominated the vessel of a broken man. He's still fighting it, and he's tired too. Exhausted, he wants to tell her how tired he is; wants to tell her he knows, he knows.

Reid would crawl to her, torn between tearing her apart as he'd done to Nisha that night of freedom and offering her the final act of this play; the tragic end to the villain who couldn't complete their redemptive arc. He might do both, if he weren't so utterly sunk by the iron vice of guilt — of disgust at himself and all he is. He's trying to pack the open wound of his soul fracturing with new realisation, but it doesn't come easy. There is just water in his eyes and teeth piercing his tongue; his blood tastes wrong, he's all wrong.

He thinks if she ran at the door now, he would find it easy to bury under the sand. To go back to a beast. But not when she's there, reminding him of her torment. Having him stare almost eye-level with the absence of a piece of her, imagining what that must have felt like. Did she deserve that?

Something's wrong with me, Anika —

"You can't go..." That's not changed. "You can't go." He says it firmly, between the cracks in his voice; a strained, inhuman-like sound. She's got his blood inside her; she can't die. She can't be this. He won't let her be this.

Reid doesn't know if words are enough. He can't undo everything he's done, or said; he can't take any of it back. The war inside of him tells him he's a monster, but it tells him that the monster is him and that he'd meant all those things. No, I didn't... I can't have — he's hungry and confused. He's allowing hatred to come find him, because it's better than the anguish Anika's set free in him. Hate is easy. Easier still, to loathe himself. She does too. How empty they are; beastly things that are their own worst enemies.

Finally, when even monstrous strength cannot win, he slumps back against the door, like defeat is better served here, on the ground. Reid despises that he's back in the wilderness of being a prisoner, this time, in newly built chains he's put himself in. He escaped a set once, and he'll try to be faster about it this time around. But he doesn't know where to start when his eyes search Booker for something other than a harsh, corrupted — contaminated memory of them. Something other than this. Because he doesn't deserve the comfort of remembering a woman drawing a moth on his wrist, or the way she held his hand through a nightmare. The determination that had knitted her features when she'd barged in, like he needed saving. She'd found out that night that she can't save him from himself.

Reid has never known how to save her.

But the volcanic flare is simmering as it makes its descent down the mountain of his sensibilities. A crawl of lava that doesn't know anything but the fall of gravity, to spill and spill, devouring the land until it cools. It leaves behind the evidence of everything it's destroyed, flowing into his throat and forcing a hiss of frustration to come out of his mouth. Blood tickles his lips as swift hands hold his head, frantically rubbing through his hair, like he can kick out the bad, shitty parts of himself; the pieces that the monster owns. But it's just a ceaseless act. There's something that manages to bounce around his mind, and his voice remains that wavering piece of humanity that's crying for help within:

"You want to forget it all?"

[kiisuuumii]

out of curiosity, why do you want a publishing house to adopt your poetry? what do you think you will feel or get?

i am a poet too and i always debate myself about whether i want my work to be recognized or it’s just enough that i keep writing and doing what i love

for me, barring all other reasons, just wanting is reason enough.

if i want something, why shouldn't i try to chase after it? (which is how i've come to feel about a lot of things now)

but i have so many more selfish reasons.

i want to be able to say, look! i did it! and i want to know what it feels like to be able to hold a finished and bound book that has my name on it, with my art in it. how it would feel in my hands, and in my heart.

how it would be something that i had made. how there's no other feeling quite like the swell of creating, and being presented with the fruit of your labor.

and i think i just want to be seen, doing something i love doing, living (a life i love living). most of my life i'd hidden a varying number of parts of myself from everyone i knew, out of an insecurity that my entirety (my capacity for good, and my capacity for bad [and very bad]) was too much to deal with. i'd grown to hold shame, and hurt, and fear with my heart. and, now, i've grown so tired of doing that. i get nowhere near closer to accepting, and loving, myself, flaws and all, and allowing the opportunity for others to, if i keep doing that.

to have a collection published would be my way of finally opening my arms open to the world, and shouting, this is who i am! who i've been all along! knowing full well that i might be met with silence, or even the same sort of shame from others i fear(ed), and not caring because i am who i am, and i am proud of who i am, and what i can do. i am nothing if not resilient, and stubborn. and quite prideful.

and ultimately, i would, for the rest of my life, hate myself for, and regret, giving up (again). i've been writing (albeit terrible) poetry since i was twelve. as young as nine-year-old stephanie wanted to write her own book. to have a published collection would be to honor my younger self and her dreams, and to put to rest the guilt of ever having abandoned her in the first place.

this is my own liberation, in a lot of different ways.

it's not something i'd ever let myself not achieve.

[wonderjanga]

Marvel Being Destructive

Marvel’s destructive. It’s not even on purpose too. It just happens. He can’t control it. For the most part, that is. Like, he’ll get startled and pull a Castiel from that one episode of Supernatural.

Marvel: *trying to steal some food for Billy*

Flash: “Cap, buddy!”

Marvel: *startles and the lightbulb above them just bursts*

*loud silence*

Flash: “Cap, whose leftovers are those?”

Marvel: *slowly turns around to look at Flash, sure enough, Marvel’s holding a container or Tupperware, with a sticky note that said GL* “Uh… mine?”

Flash: “I can see that they’re Hal’s.”

Marvel: *takes off the sticky note and crumples it in his hand. Then proceeds to fry it with lightning* “What’re you talking about?”

Flash: *a little speechless*

Marvel: “Right… So I’m gonna go. See you, Flash.” *little wave as he walks off*

Billy felt really bad about it, but the kid needed it more than Hal at the moment. Probably. Look, he was running low on money at the moment and hadn’t eaten in a couple days. The hunger pangs were getting to him. He did end up making a bunch of food for Hal in an attempt to apologize.

GL: “Woah, what’s all this?”

Marvel: *in full lightning bolt apron* “Uh… Remember how you were complaining last week about how someone stole your food?”

GL: “Yeah?”

Marvel: “Right, well that was me.”

GL: *dramatic gasp* “I vented to you about that! And you just took it like you were innocent?!”

Marvel: “I know, I know, and I’m sorry. Just eat all the food I made for you. Please?”

GL: *looks to the freaking feast Marvel made for him* “Yeah, okay. I forgive you.” *starts chowing down* “By the way, why’d you steal my foot anyways? I thought you didn’t need to eat.”

Marvel: “I just really needed it at the time.”

GL: “Why?”

Marvel: “Just eat the food, Hal.”

Then, there’s the fact that Billy sometimes forgets he isn’t as small as he usually is. Like, he’s gotten used to it. After all, he’s been Cap for almost four years now. He now unconsciously bends down when entering and exiting through doors due to the fact he’s cracked his head on more doorframes than he can count. This even bled over to Billy who’s only about 5’4 and definitely doesn’t need to do it. But, every now and then as Cap, he’ll slip up and forget he isn’t that little scrawny short kiddo.

JL: *all having a meeting* Marvel: *drops something under the table and leans down the pick it it up*

GA: *immediately grabs his mug of coffee and scoots back from the table*

Other JL members: *watch in confusion as GA scoots back but then watch in slow motion at Marvel tries to get back to his chair and stands up to early. The table slowly starts tilting up and all of their stuff slides to the floor. Marvel then gets out from under the table and the table falls back to the floor with a loud bang*

Marvel: *confused by the loud bang and looks back* “Where’d all your guys’ stuff go?”

GA: *scoots back to table and puts his mug back down* “No idea, bud.”

The reason Green Arrow knew to take his stuff and scoot back is that one time when he got lunch with Cap, he watched in real time as his burger and soda slid off the table when the big man went down to grab a fork he dropped.

Then, there’s the super duper ultra rare times he forgets his own strength. Like, once a year, he’ll break something or someone and then end up having to apologize a lot.

Batman: *shows Marvel an explosive batarang* “These are extremely delicate. If they’re chipped or thrown at someone, they’ll explo-”

Marvel: *reaches over to touch it and accidentally snaps a piece of it off*

*silence*

*beeping noise starts*

Marvel: *panics and breaks the rest of it and shoves it in his mouth, basically eating the explosion, Superman style*

Batman: *stares for a solid minute* “I could’ve turned it off, Captain.”

Marvel: *coughs up smoke looking embarrassed* “Sorry, Mister Batman Sir.”

Batman: *stares for another solid minute* “Can we talk about how your first instinct was to eat it?”

Marvel: “I’d rather not.”

Batman: “I really think we should.”

[cosmiclily]

so here i am with my request, i'm dying to read some fluff with vi, and i can't stop thinking about vi and reader starting to date, vi is completely touchy, but doesn't know if reader will be comfortable with her hunger so she holds back, but can't help whining if reader doesn't give her kisses, she's a total fool for kisses

hope you do it, thanks! 🩷

touch - vi x reader

wc: 888

notes: (you: deny kisses. vi: “so you hate me and want me to die??? is that it?) thank you for the request!! 😚

Vi had always been someone who expressed her emotions through her body. If she was angry, her fists did the talking; but if she loved you, she showed it in every touch, every lingering caress. She would pull you into tight hugs, cuddle you whenever she could, and always find a reason to have a hand resting somewhere on your body — whether it was her fingers tracing lazy circles on your back or her palm pressed protectively against your thigh.

If you were to ask any of her ex-girlfriends, they’d all say the same thing: Vi was terrible at verbalizing her emotions, but her affection spoke louder than words. Sometimes, it teetered on the edge of overwhelming, her need to be close almost suffocating in its intensity. She loved hard, and she loved loud, even if she didn’t always know how to say it.

So, when you started dating, her number one concern was whether she was too much — too touchy, too handsy, too present. She worried her constant need to be near you might push you away, that her way of showing love might feel more like a weight than a comfort.

Sometimes, on movie nights, Vi would sit beside you, her body tense with restraint. She wanted to cuddle — to tangle herself around you until it was impossible to tell where she ended and you began — but the little voice in her head would hiss warnings. Don’t cling. Don’t smother her. Don’t ruin this. So, she would keep a careful distance, her fingers twitching against her thigh, aching to reach for you.

And it bothered you.

Because you knew Vi. You’d seen her with her family, watched the way she greeted her siblings with bone-crushing hugs, how her dad practically lifted her off the ground with the force of his embrace. Touch was her love language — it was stitched into her very being. So why was she holding back with you?

One night, as the credits rolled on a movie neither of you had really been watching, you finally broke the silence.

"Vi?" you murmured, turning to face her.

She sat stiffly, her hands clasped in her lap like she didn’t trust herself not to reach for you. "Yeah, babe?"

"You’re being weird" you said, scooting closer. "Why won’t you touch me?"

Vi blinked, her mouth opening and closing like she was trying to find the right words. "I... I just don’t wanna make you uncomfortable" she admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. "Sometimes I get a little... clingy. I didn’t wanna overdo it."

You frowned, your chest aching at her uncertainty. "Vi, I like when you’re clingy. I like when you hold me."

Her eyes snapped to yours, wide with surprise. "You do?"

Without answering, you grabbed her hand and tugged her closer until she was practically in your lap. "Yes, I do" you whispered, pressing her palm against your cheek. "You don’t have to hold back with me. I want all of you. Always."

For a moment, Vi just stared at you, her heart pounding so loud you could almost hear it. And then, all at once, the dam broke.

She wrapped herself around you like she’d been starving for it, burying her face in your neck and holding you so tight it knocked the air from your lungs. But you didn’t care — you just held her back, letting her cling to you like you were her lifeline.

"I love you" she mumbled, the words muffled against your skin.

You smiled, kissing the top of her head. "I know. I love you, too."

Vi sighed, melting into you like she finally felt safe enough to let go.

From that night on, she became a complete cuddle bear. She would hug you from behind when you were cooking, nuzzling into your neck and swaying you both gently to music only she could hear. She kissed your cheeks whenever she had the chance — quick pecks, lingering presses. And she always had a hand resting on your thigh when she was sitting next to you, her thumb rubbing absentminded circles against your skin.

But the kisses were her weakness.

If you got distracted — if you were too busy scrolling through your phone or working on something and forgot to kiss her back — she would immediately whine, flopping dramatically against you like her life depended on it.

"Why aren’t you kissing me?" she’d pout, her lips brushing against your jaw.

"Babe, I’m literally in the middle of something" you’d chuckle, trying to type with her draped over your lap like a human blanket.

"I’ll die if you don’t" she mumbled, pressing a series of quick kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your ear. "You want me to die? Is that what you want?"

You rolled your eyes fondly, turning your head to catch her lips in a proper kiss. The second your mouth met hers, she melted, sighing contentedly like a cat in a sunbeam.

"There” you whispered against her lips. "Happy now?"

"Mmhm" she hummed, her grin wide and shameless as she nestled against you. "Love you."

"Love you, too” you said, already knowing she’d start whining again the second you stopped kissing her.

But you didn’t mind. Because having Vi cling to you like you were her entire world?

You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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masterlist

[kitscutie]

hi! i saw your post about snow omg, can i request a coriolanus x mentor!reader where she’s similar to like clemensia but she’s more close to corio and they have a secret relationship? thank you in advance if you do this rq! love ur tsitp writings sm 🥹

snow and roses: part I (coriolanus snow x fem!reader)

pairing: coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: none!

summary: you and coriolanus have been dating in secret for months, all it takes is one songbird for everything to come into the light.

a/n: first time writing for snow and I'm very excited about it! I've always loved the hunger games and this movie was insane in the best way so please enjoy! I will be making this a series and this is only part one so stay tuned for the rest!

word count: 2.2k

join my taglist here.

"You're going to get it Coryo, don't stress." You soothed the boy as you sat next to him. It was barely even six in the morning and the pair of you had woken up, well he had woken up and you with him as he blatantly needed your support, desperate for the Plinth Prize.

You didn't need the prize, already coming from a wealthy Capitol family and yet you felt the same hope that he would win as you would for yourself, stomach twisting into knots at the thought.

"There's good candidates Y/N, it feels as if the odds are already stacked against me." He sighed, leaning over as he sat so his elbows rested on his knees, head in his hands.

"The odds are in your favour Coryo, you're special. Different." With that he looked at you, a small smile gracing his pale lips. He leaned up kissing you gently, fully embracing the special moment before he got up from his place next to you.

"I'll see you at the Academy?" He asked, knowing you had to leave quickly back to your own house in order to change but also in order to avoid the suspicions of your own family who had no idea of your relationship with Snow.

"Of course." You replied, also standing up and pulling on last nights clothes as you left.

You studied the dark an empty halls of his house, ensuring Grandma'am was nowhere to be seen before you quickly walked to the door, exiting un-noticed until Tigris came around the corner, seemingly equally in a rush and holding a shirt you knew must be for Coriolanus.

"Oh, hello Y/N." She smirked as you both stopped, unsure how to approach the conversation. She was one of the only people who knew something was going on between the pair of you and still she wasn't quite sure what it was.

"Hi Tigris. You look lovely today." You said quietly, feeling like a scolded child even though you hadn't done anything wrong.

"Well if you're here I can only assume Coryo is awake, I'll see you again I assume?" She replied.

"Yes and yes." You answered awkwardly before hurrying away once again, letting out a sigh of relief as you heard her enter the house. You could only hope she wouldn't mention your interaction to Coriolanus.

You walked into the Academy at the same time as you did everyday, conveniently when Coriolanus would also show up.

"Coryo!" You yelled, spotting him across the room. He turned his head to you as though it was a surprise to see you, it wasn't.

"Y/N. What a pleasure." He smiled with his typical Snow charm, allowing you to link your arm with his.

"How are you feeling?" You asked him, thumb gently rubbing his bicep through his shirt. You rounded the corner past the food and yet you both avoided it for different reasons. You having already been fed by your family and their lavish lifestyle and he too nervous to even look at it.

"Never felt better." He replied with false confidence but no one else around you had to know that.

"Snow always lands on top." You teased as you entered the hall, spotting your friends if that's what you could call them stood in the centre of it all, as they usually did, talking about everyone around them no doubt.

"Y/N and Coriolanus, finally some real competition has arrived." Said Arachne, a glass in her hand and a smirk on her face as she always seemed to appear in public.

"Be humble now Arachne, you never know who will be chosen." You smiled, turning on your Capitol attitude in order to fit in. You were Capitol born and raised but your family taught you to be humble and kind. It was clear this wasn't common among parents here.

"Have you tried this lamb? It's scandalous." Said Felix, it made you chuckle how he used such a word to describe food.

"Only the vulgar eat with their fingers Felix, daddy not teach you table manners?" Snarled Festus, it was as though there was always a secret competition between the two of them, never quite made clear, never making sense.

"Maybe he would've if he wasn't so busy running the country. Hey they called us here for the Plinth prize right? 'Cause I heard Doctor Gaul's in the building." Felix changed the subject, knowing he had won. It was impossible to lose as the President's son you supposed.

You hadn't noticed but now Felix had mentioned it you took in the strange atmosphere, tense and mystery lingering in the air. "That is peculiar." You said, holding onto Coryo's bicep tighter subconsciously.

"Plinth. Look at his spawn. Who would've thought you could buy your way into the Academy." Felix once again snarled, he was always filled with such anger though it seemed todays anxiety only heightened this.

"Well you can't buy class. Did you see his mothers outfit? Sorry his Ma's." Festus joked, seemingly over his small tiff with Felix.

"Dress a turnip in a ball gown and it'll still beg to be mashed." Said Coriolanus, playing into their pompous ways. You knew he didn't agree, not really.

"Don't do that we all know you like him." Arachne spat with her spider like venom, raising her eyebrows at Coriolanus.

"I don't like him Arachne, I tolerate him. He's district." Said Coriolanus and he seemed pleased with his answer as you felt him relax under your touch. You however did like Sejanus and weren't afraid to show it.

"If I hear one more time how immoral these Hunger Games are I'll put him in the arena mys- Sejanus. You made it to the Reaping for once." Festus cut himself off, caught by Sejanus himself.

"And you made it to graduation Festus, we're both shocked." Sejanus replied and you couldn't help but snicker, hiding it as you realised no one else shared the same reaction. "Y/N, always a pleasure." He smiled at you politely. You couldn't help but note the way Coryo's jaw clenched, neck twitching as he looked at you to gaze your reaction.

"As are you Sejanus." You nodded. Arachne scoffed quickly mentioning the only thing she really cared about, the prize.

"Spill it, who won the prize." She asked.

"Well, no I'm not gonna ruin my father's big day. No one here actually likes him, but they do love his money." He once again hit back at the group around him, you felt sorry for the boy. Alone in a room full of people. "You know what that's like don't you Arachne?" He dug the hole deeper and you internally smirked, grateful someone was brave enough to stand up to a powerful woman like Arachne.

As the Captiol's anthem began to play you made your way to your seats, sat next to Coriolanus you placed a kiss on his cheek and whispered 'good luck' in his ear, though you didn't really think he needed it.

Doctor Gaul's chuckle resounded around the room in a menacing echo that always managed to make you shrink into your seat.

She commended you all for being star students before untroducing the creator of the games: Casca Highbottom.

He went on to tell you all that today was not the day the prize would be given out but instead there would be one more task to challenge you all and gage your true worth. Everyone seemed confused but not Sejanus.

"What's going on?" You whispered to Coriolanus. He sensed your anxiety placing a calming hand on your knee but gave you no other response which reassured you that you had not been left completely in the dark.

"The Plinth prize will no longer be determined by who was the best grades. But by who is the best mentor in the Hunger Games." With that there was outrage, to you it was dehumanizing for the tributes, 'mentored' by people their own age but for the others they only seemed to care whether they were given someone strong or weak. A 'runt' in Arachne's words.

The reaping commenced and you couldn't help but wish to be anywhere but here. You didn't want to do this, you didn't need the money yet you were forced to have another's life in your hands.

You got a small girl from 8 named Wovey, seeing her face on the big screen left you determined, determined to help her in anyway you could on the path to being a victor. Even if that meant Coryo may lose the prize.

Snow's tribute left the room in horror, her stage presence and brutality sent shivers down your spine, though you supposed that the outer Districts had it harder and that sort of survival must be built into her.

Standing up on shaky legs you grabbed Coriolanus up from his chair and outside of the room, you needed fresh air and you needed to talk to him about what you were about to face, arguably harder than any other test the Capitol could give you.

"Slow down Y/N, I can hardly keep up." He said, words laced with worry.

"I don't believe I can do this Coryo, did you see my tribute? She's hardly eligible for school never mind to be put into an arena where she's going to be killed. She's only a child." You paced while he leant against a pillar, beginning to eat some food he a had smuggled from the buffet table.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice Y/N." He tried to help but only made it worse as you realised you were trapped in yet another one of the Capitol's games. He seemingly realised this. "Hey, hey. If there as anyone in that room who would get that tribute, I'm glad it was you. Arachne would've given up on her by now. With you she has a fighter. A chance at surviving." He said while grabbing your wrists to stop your pacing.

"It's not that simple Coryo-" You tried but he cut you off.

"It is Y/N." He said sternly and you understood what he meant. It was either play into their games or become apart of them, no other choice. "You're a born winner Y/N, give her some of it hm?" He stared down at you as he spoke and his blue eyes while at times piercing sucked you in, heart rate lowering almost immediatley.

"Okay." You said.

"Okay." He smiled, reaching a hand around your neck to bring you into a kiss. It started off slow and caring though quickly intensified as he turned you both around so now you leant against the pillar instead of him.

His hand tightened around your neck, not enough to actually cut off air but just enough to make you feel dizzy as he pushed his body further into yours, keeping you against the cold cement and trapped in his arms.

Your mouths clashed together intensely, tongues colliding in a rhythm you though you would only ever be able to find with him in this lifetime. He was your everything, your light in a blizzard.

"Ahem." Coughed Casca, drawing the two of you away from each other with baited breaths and rosy cheeks. "Just like your father, yes we were best friends. Once." He said, and with that it felt like you weren't even in the room.

"Tell me Mr Snow, what are your plans after these games?" Casca asked.

"I hope to go onto the university sir, naturally." Coriolanus answered, pulling his waistcoat straight where it had been wrinkled by your tight grip.

"And if you fail to win the Plinth Prize, what then?" Asked Casca, it suddenly became clear to you that he knew something, just what he knew you were unsure of.

"We'd pay the tuition of course." He scoffed, insulted at Casca's insinuation even if it was true.

"Look at you, in your makeshift shirt and too tight shoes. Trying desperately to fit in when I know the Snow's don't have a pot to piss in." Casca said. You felt your own heart drop and so you couldn't imagine how Coriolanus felt, the insult to his pride was one you knew he wouldn't take well and so you grabbed his hand subtly, hiding it behind your back as to not show any sign of weakness to Casca.

"Goodluck with that poor little Songbird." He said, and with that he left. Leaving you to do damage control.

"Ignore him Coryo, he's trying to get into your head." You reassured him, moving a Snow white hair from his face. His jaw looked similar to the way it did earlier when Sejanus had so much as acknowledged your presence.

"He's right Y/N. From the moment my father died I lost. The odds were never in my favour." He spat out, though his actions didn't match his words as he gently removed your hand from his hair before beginning his exit of the Academy. "Come on now Y/N, I've got a songbird to catch." He said sarcastically.

You sped after him hoping Casca's words hadn't knocked him too much, after all, Snow lands on top and he wouldn't be the one to change that.

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[kkentobox]

I’m not sure if you take requests but would love to see your take on some schlatt smut. Maybe in the vibe of the way you’ve been writing him - just super sweet and loving and reassuring, love your writing 💜

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i was made to love you! w/ jschlatt.

description: jonathan schlatt found a new reason to live when you stepped into his life, allow him to show you how much you truly mean to him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀tags: afab!reader, smut, established relationship, praising, munch schlatt! munch schlatt! breeding, no mention of condom use (always use protection pookies), soft passionate sex with schlatt.

author’s note: my first schlatt smut post! remember my inbox are open for ideas/requests, always feel free to send me something ^_^ mwah! do not steal or plagiarize any work belonging to kkentobox !

⠀⠀the bedroom walls echoed with the moans falling from your lips, the sounds only the man between your legs could make you do. schlatt had been eating you out for what felt like hours now, his hunger for you never ending. with both arms tucked underneath your thighs to stop you from running, his tongue continued to lick every drop of the juices your cunt was spilling.

⠀⠀“c’mon baby, you can give me one more, right?” he mumbled against your lips.

⠀⠀having been the chasing your third orgasm, he refused to stop until he was satisfied. the entire time schlatt had been rutting his hips into the mattress trying to relieve the ache in his boxers, having shot his cum in them when you came around his tongue the first time.

⠀⠀“fuck jay, i can’t— please, please, please” growing louder by the second with your climax arising, your hands were tangled deep into his hair as you began to move your hips against his lips. your entire body felt like it was floating as you came, your eyes having rolled back into your skull with his name sounding like a mantra.

⠀⠀with heavy pants coming from the both of you, jay gently kissed your inner thighs. rubbing your hips, trying to bring you back down from the rush you were currently feeling. ���you did so good for me, doll. deep breaths, you’re okay.”

⠀⠀when he felt your shaky hands grab his and squeeze his palms, he took that as a green light to come up. his soft smile easing you into relaxing once more, leaning down to pepper your face with sweet kisses. “my pretty girl,” you knew he wasn’t done with you yet, feeling his hips slowly begin to buck into yours as he comfortably positioned himself in between your legs, “can’t get enough of you.”

⠀⠀“you take such good care of me, jay.” your hands reaching down to palm his erection through his boxers, feeling the girth of it in your palm making you hum in excitement. before you could get up to go further, “don’t worry about that, baby.” the man above you intertwined your fingers together before kissing the back of your hand.

⠀⠀schlatt was in those moods where all he wanted to do was please you, he wanted everything to be about you.

⠀⠀freeing himself from his boxers, his cock immediately slapping against his tummy. he didn’t hesitate to get you in the position he loves; missionary. his big hands wrapping your legs around his waist before he began to pump his cock, not being able to resist slapping the tip on your clit to watch you grow impatient. “don’t be a tease, jay.” you whined, craving the stretch he gives you.

⠀⠀“so impatient, toots.” he tsk’d softly, a teasing grin on his lips. “i need you, please?” pouting up at him as you leaned to wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing him in close to whisper against his lips, “please? pretty please?” pecking kisses to his mouth to sweeten up your pleas.

⠀⠀“how could i say no to you?” he whispered, his eyes flickering between yours as he inserted himself into your slippery cunt.

⠀⠀the two of you moaning in unison into each other’s mouths at the feeling, you couldn’t help but dig your nails slightly into his bare skin causing him to groan. staying still inside you, his hands holding your body close to him; so close your chests were bound to become one. “jay, pl— please move.”

⠀⠀given the green light, schlatt thrusted his cock deeper into you, keeping a slow yet hard pace. your eyebrows furrowing as your lips fell into an ‘o’ shape, you couldn’t help the noises you were making when his hips were moving so sensually. “look at me baby— fuck, keep your eyes on me, sweetheart” his cock sliding out so slowly, just for his harsh thrust making your body slide up against the bedsheets.

⠀⠀his mouth leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck, stopping in between to quietly groan against the skin. with your moans spilling directly into his ear, the audible noise of how good he’s making you feel, he feels his cock twitch inside you. “you feel so good, jay — can feel you in my stomach” you panted. he swore everything about you made him more addicted, more sensitive to pleasure.

⠀⠀“i can keep you like this all day, i need to keep you like this all day.” jay always became more vocal whenever he was close. “you’d let me, right?” kissing his way back up to your lips, his passionate kiss making you dizzy. “only you, jay. you could do whatever you wanted to me.”

⠀⠀“you’re trouble, baby. fuck, i love you— love you so much.” his hands gripped your hips, your cunt squeezing him and sucking him back in for more.

⠀⠀your hands running across his shoulder blades, reaching to pull the hairs on the nape of his neck. “want you to cum inside me, jay, i need it.” your pussy fluttering at the thought. “i’ll give you all of it, don’t worry, doll.” he could feel the slick pooling underneath the two of you, your pussy leaving white rings around the base of his cock. “you’ll be a good girl and come with me, yeah?”

⠀⠀whimpering in agreement, your hips began to move against his to meet his thrusts making his forehead to meet yours, his eyes screwed shut as a low groan left him. “jesus, i’m gonna cum.” “give it to me, baby, come on.” your sweet words making him melt. your orgasms building up so quickly together, the two of you gripping onto each other. his dick painting your womb white as your pussy spasmed around him, your back arching into his chest causing him to hold you there tightly.

⠀⠀his face was buried in your chest, panting as he recovered from his climax. he didn’t want to remove himself from you, so he gently laid his all his weight on you. your frame being encased by his larger one, his weight comforting you from the aftershocks. his hand came up to brush the hair out of your face, before resting on your jaw. your limbs felt like jello, but you continued to run your fingers across his back.

⠀⠀the two of you remained in that position, comforting the other silently before he spoke, “let me get you some water, baby.” though you needed it, you softly whined as your grasp on him tightened. “stay like this with me . . just a couple more minutes?” his eyes finding yours and seeing how you truly didn’t want him to leave, “. . okay, baby. just five more minutes.”

⠀⠀he never had the heart to leave after five minutes, not after you fell asleep against him with the cutest pout. doing his best to clean you up without waking you up, he quickly found himself dozing off with you. the two of you entangled with each other, just as your hearts were.

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Noona's Dukedom Gave Me Brain Worms

@beloveds-embrace legit gave me brain worms. We aren't going to talk about how long this damn thing got. Can be read without context of the Dukedom AU but it makes more sense if you've read all the possible endings. Shout out to @strangergraphics for the cute divider. ***It got a little bit away from me... Word count: Shy of 6K AO3

Sneaking into the stable of the noble house of Price was a bad idea. He knew it. The hunger gnawing at his spine pushed him forward despite his mind’s warnings. Due to the starvation, his body was smaller than it should have been. He used that advantage to sneak between the slats in the fencing and to hide below the edge of the empty stalls.

Voices and clopping of hooves lifted over the walls. The grooms were rotating the horses in the paddock, he would have a few moments to scrounge for something to eat. He would even take the horse’s oats at this point.

Darting from the stall he scanned the walls for a full door; the horse food would most likely be up to keep away the rodents. His hand nearly touched the handle when a swish of skirts had him unlatching a stall with a large black horse and hiding. The horse did not care for his presence and began to flick its ears and swish their tail.

The swishing of skirts continued, nearer and nearer to the stall with the upset horse. It stopped and he ducked further down, holding the door shut but not letting it latch for fear that the sound would travel. Three loud breaths in his ears and the horse pawing at the straw were all the sounds that he could hear.

“Child, I need you to come out of there. Now.”

The voice held the commands with familiarity. Shutting his eyes tight the boy wished that God listened to orphans. He did not complete another breath before he was hauled out by the collar of his shirt. The damn thing ripped as the woman slammed the door closed to the angry sounds of a horse.

“Ma’am!” A groom, dressed in nicer clothes than should ever be used to care for horses, came running in. He skidded to a halt at the sight of the boy. “Do you need me to take care of him, my Lady?”

Hells beyond, of course, he had been found by the lady of the house. The devil must want his soul something fierce.

“No. Thank you, Benjamin.” You must dismiss him with a nod for the groom eyes him warily before heading back outside.

Chancing a glance upward he saw a lovely dress, must be the height of fashion because none of it made sense to him, and a sad face.

“What is your name child?” You ask him kindly, despite the hand still gripping the ripped portion of his shirt.

He thought about running, leaving his shirt behind in your hand.

You let out a small hiss of reprimand and the thought is abandoned.

“David, ma’am.”

Even in those two words, he knew his low-brow accent could be heard.

“And what are you doing in the stables and with my husband’s horse, David?”

He thinks about lying. You must see it in his face for the small bit of tension in your shoulders falls away, as does your hand.

“Come with me, David. And before you tell me the lie on your tongue, make up a story. Tell me the most unrealistic reason of how you came here, and then we can discuss the truth.” You gesture to the bright light beyond the stable and begin to walk.

You make it several steps before you turn around and lift a brow at him. Trained by society to listen to his betters David scurries after you.

He tells you a tale, of how fae had stolen him away from his family and left him for dead in the woods because he never seemed to grow. He spun the story so neatly that he nearly missed that they entered the side door of the grand manor on the property. A maid passed in front of you, long strides taking her down the hall.

“Mary,” you state her name, waiting for her to pause with a quiet, ‘yes ma’am’ before you continue. “Please send a tray of bread and cheese to my room. Also, have someone open the old trunks in the nursery to see if there are any clothes that would fit this child.”

Mary’s eyes flick to him and back to the lady, the confusion only thinly masked.

“And if his Lordship asks?”

David knew this wasn’t usual; his last posting would have called that cheek and seen him dismissed. You handle it with almost an ease of familiarity.

“Then send his Lordship to my room.” You settle a hand on his shoulder, directing him to the stairs, “Come, David.”

He moves where you direct, curious and cautious in equal measure. He had no training for how to act when the lady of the house pulls him into her sitting room and directed him to sit on a wooden chair near a writing desk. You disappear into what David assumes to be your bedroom for a moment.

Taking a moment to observe the room he notices a stack of books next to a comfortable chair with a blanket draped over the back of it. There is dust in the corners of the room and along the windowsill. Your maids were terrible at their jobs.

His mother had been a maid before she had been forced to put him in the orphanage due to illness and probably dying from consumption. She would be ashamed to claim this room as clean. For a duchess no less? Disgraceful. David could feel his brows pull down in a glare as he looked more. No stack of wood near the hearth, and a large collection of ash in the grate spoke of negligence.

When you return you are carrying a pitcher of water, a bowl, and a rag. Setting all of them on the floor you settle yourself down next to them. David had never seen a lady deign to sit on the floor before.

Pouring some water into the bowl, you wet the rag and wring it out before gently lifting it to his face.

“Where are your parents, child?” You ask in kindness, he flinches anyway.

He was a bastard of an earl and a maid who could not refuse. A knowing enters your eyes at the set of his chin.

“They do not care for you here.” His tone is serious.

It is your turn to flinch. It does not stop you from wiping the dirt from his face.

“What makes you say that?” You ask in a quiet voice, eyes not straying from your task.

“The maid was cheeky, and the state of your sitting room. Any maid worth her salt would not let dust collect like this.” He is still scowling as you rinse your rag and begin on one eye.

“Mmm, the staff were chosen by my husband before marriage. He is…resistant to change,” you hedge.

David does not reply other than to watch you in silence. Something here did not feel right. He would know, he had served in a great house once before. The lady of that house had been a mean and hateful woman, nothing like what you had presented yourself as. No one in the gentry would have saved him from a horse or brought him into their space to dress and feed him. He decided he would stay, ask for a position, and see if you were as good as this first impression.

A light knock at the door did not prevent you from finishing your task.

“Enter,” you called as you started on his hands.

“Found these in the nursery ma’am, a few moth holes but they will serve for now.” Mary, the cheeky maid from earlier glared at you as she settled the clothes across the settee. The tray of bread and cheese rested on the cushion next to the clothes.

David glared at her over your head. Mary jerked back when she saw his black look. She returned a sneer and breezed from the room as easy as you please. Acted like she owned the damn place.

“You need new maids,” David near as growled as his child’s voice would allow. Confusion washed over him like sacrament water at your soft smile, both hands holding his.

“Let’s get you in some clean clothes and get some food in your belly. I can hear it from here,” rising from your position on the floor you settle the water on a side table and join him near the settee.

David fingers the fabric. It is finer than anything he has ever worn, even with the moth holes. Glancing up you are looking at him with expectation. He had not grown much since the orphanage at eight but he knew that changing in front of you would not be wise. In response to the single brow you lifted, he held up the clothes in answer.

“Use the antechamber,” you point to the same door you had used to bring back the water.

Soon enough David is changed into new clothes and is seated on the settee stuffing his face with bread and cheese in alternating bites. Sleep overtook him with the strength of an executioner. When he stirred next he could feel your fingers parting his hair. The deep voice came again, that is what had woken him.

“Are you sure this is what you are willing to bargain for, wife?”

“John, as I am your wife in name only, I am asking for a compromise. Let me take the child as a ward and I will delay choosing a lover until he is grown and managing his own affairs.”

You present the option as if it makes sense and is the only logical choice. David slits his eyes open, taking in the pattern of your dress up close.

“I am not allowed,” David heard the fury in your words, he wondered if the duke did. “To take a lover for fear that he will feed the roses. But none of you would stoop so low as to murder a child. Heaven forbid I get to feel a modicum of love in my own home.”

“You tread a dangerous line, wife.”

Shifting fabric from behind his head has David tensing to leap up and defend you from a blow. Your fingers dig into his hair enough to give a warning, ‘Stay still.’

“No more dangerous than your lovers do, husband.”

The silence is laced with danger, it wrings his neck as if he were the queen. Your fingers tighten almost painfully on his skull. David breathes, slow and steady, matching the lie of your calming breaths.

“Are you threate—”

“I am again repeating my offer. I care for the boy as my ward; in return, I delay taking a lover so you may continue to enjoy your three without worrying about my behavior.”

David thinks not even the queen could keep her composure in this situation. You maneuvered your husband magnificently.

“You would have been a good general wife,” the Duke replies coolly.

“How fortunate for me then women are property and not people,” you reply with equal chill.

He grew, and grew, and grew. Regular meals and exercise saw David immediately falling into several growth spurts. He only wore short pants for three months before you had a tailor taking in some of your husband’s older and discarded clothes. He still wonders how much you paid the valet to sneak them out of John’s room.

David had taken to calling everyone by their first names. John and Simon were not ‘my lord’ or any other superfluous title they did not deserve, for they did not treat you as a gentleman should. Dinners were stilted in silence. You sat at one end of the great table, David seated next to you; eight chairs separated the pair of men at the end from your bright smile. They never attempted to usurp convention and sit closer, or invite either of you to move up and forgo the distance.

Your days were split between bringing David’s reading and math skills up to speed as you secured a teacher for him. Or rather David flourished under your tutelage until several teachers arrived to teach him math, French, history, Latin, and even science.

The house never suffered under the reduction in your attention. That did not stop the head butler from calling attention to the delay in requests being fulfilled.

Mr. Kyle Garrick could be no older than you. While twenty-four appeared ancient to his twelve the head butler being no more than thirty. He had never heard of such a thing below stairs, and the servants would have gossiped about it.

Kyle stood now in your office, eyes trained above your head as he spoke to you. David watched from his place at a side table; chalk pinched between his fingers and letters abandoned.

“The staff have reported that the expected deliveries have been delayed,” he clasped his hands behind his back, still not looking at you.

“Are the staff in need of an item urgently?” You look up from your correspondence. While John might manage the land, you managed the people and the tenants and the local clergy and did so without ruffling any feathers. David had to say you worked harder than your husband.

Kyle’s nose scrunched as if the question were one he would rather not answer.

“No. Not as of yet ma’am”

“And have you confirmed that the deliveries will arrive before the matter becomes urgent?” You arch a brow at your head butler.

The angry shift of his jaw tells David you are a master at stepping through this house without any of the blood you let fall onto your skirts.

“Yes,” comes the terse reply.

“Then is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Garrick?” Your face is innocent and open as Kyle’s eyes flick to you.

“No, ma’am. Thank you,” Kyle turns sharply on a heel, every line of his suit pressed to perfection.

Both you and David watch Kyle as he pauses at the door. Without turning he broaches the subject.

“Ma’am the staff have all been wondering…about the boy.”

David glances to Kyle’s hand on the doorknob. His arm shakes with the force with which he is holding it.

“David is my ward. He is confirmed as such in my will and by John’s own solicitor. If any of the staff take issue with the decision they can be dismissed immediately with a letter of recommendation and their wages due,” you reply, the chill in your tone removing all heat from your office.

The words land like arrows in Kyle’s back from the way his spine straightens.

“Yes ma’am, thank you,” he flings open the door and is gone with only a soft click of the shutting door to mark his departure.

Kyle was added to his list of people in this place who were not safe, right next to John and Simon. The head chef joined that list on the selfsame day.

Nipping down into the kitchens for a bite to eat, for feeding his hungry body only seemed to fuel more hunger, David listened to Johnny rant and rave about the lady of the house and her ‘particular tastes’ and her unwillingness to eat any meat presented to her. Something in his tone hinted that his anger grew from something deeper than a delicate palette. David did not raid the kitchen when any staff might be present from now on.

Observation was a tool that kept David safe on the streets after he had escaped the orphanage. Between his teachers and his daily meals with you, David witnessed a deepening sadness he could only attribute to your husband and his lovers.

Each night you tucked him into bed in the room next to yours. Reciting the Lord’s Prayer, reading a chapter of whatever book he had been reading, and laying a kiss on his brow were the standard. One night you laid an especially long kiss on his brow.

“I think I would have taken to my bed and never left if you had not arrived when you did David. Thank you for allowing me to save myself for you,” were the whispered words against his forehead.

Having no words for the overwhelming feelings in his chest David sat upright and hugged you tight.

“You’re the best mother I could have asked for,” came his own whispered reply.

Neither of you commented on the tears in the others eyes.

Nearly a year passed in that building others called home and he thought of it as a shared prison. At thirteen he had put on nearly a stone in weight and could hold his own academically with any boy his age who had been nurtured from the womb to stand among the peerage.

A letter from your desk, and a preemptive payment, secured him a spot at Eton in London. The household held its breath as you directed both your items and David’s to be packed for the move. John preferred the country estate but kept a home in the city for when Parliament was in session. David had missed the frigid argument that must have ensued before you were allowed to leave.

The years at Eton were grueling. Being a no-name ward to the Lady Price did not buy him the safety he would have received at being an acknowledged earl’s son. He often returned to the home he shared with you each weekend littered with bruises and with a sour mood.

It only took three weekends for you to call on your friends with children at Eton to run interference and to hire a pugilist to teach David how to handle the rest. Things didn’t get easier for nearly a year.

Returning as a fourteen-year-old with a bit more weight on his bones David channeled the attitudes he had seen both John and Simon wield to great effect and used his fists to even greater effect. His attitude and willingness to scrabble with even the boys who could be called men made the rounds. He walked away from every fight. Limping and spitting blood still counted as walking away.

Only once did David pull the attitude of the duke out with you.

“I will not be attending the picnic this weekend.”

David looked down his nose at you where you sat reading a Jane Austin novel. He stood, to give himself the illusion of height. He didn’t really mind either way about the picnic but he wanted to test his powers against you. When he looked back on the moment as a fully grown man he could see that he wanted to be sure that you could, would, still love him and keep him in hand as he grew. He wanted to know if you would protect him, even from himself.

A single finger slipped between the pages, turning it.

“David, if I do not let my husband speak to me so, why would I let you?”

The lack of emotion in your question sent sparks of fear up his spine, akin to the fireworks he had seen last year.

He remained silent and unsure how to reign in the wild horse of his mistake.

Closing your book softly you lift your eyes up to him. A wall of neutrality sat in your eyes that he hadn’t seen since leaving the country estate. Patting the seat next to you twice you waited until David sat to prune his behavior.

“Command is something given, not taken. If you wish to be a leader among men they first will need to want to follow you.” Only the sounds of carriages on the cobblestone outside the window break the silence. “My husband commands because of his birthright. I command because I have been trusted to do so. All of the charitable works I accomplish while you are in school, the lives I change, the directives I lead? These have all been trusted to me because I have proven I will not abuse them.”

David swallowed hard, lip starting to quiver.

“I’m sorry, mum,” his voice is small, a dandelion of admitting he had been wrong.

You reach up behind him, and despite the years between then and now being filled with nothing but love and gentle guidance, he still flinched. The hand on his head pulled him to your breast, soothing him as he cried.

“Trust I will care for you. Trust that I love you, David. If you have concerns we can discuss them, but no one deserves high-handedness unless they have proved themselves worthy of its censure.”

College had been his goal, the plan he would dare say. That plan flew out the window when John called David to his London office and handed him a letter.

“I have need of my wife, and our bargain has come to a conclusion. This is your commission. You will be serving under Admiral Wishart. He is expecting you on the third. The Royal William sets sail on the fifth,” John said all this with a wild gleam in his eye.

David snatched the letter from John’s hand, scanning over every word. His stomach sank further with each line he reread.

John Price had purchased a commission for him. As no law stood in the way of paying for a commission for any man, David had been promised to the crown as a soldier against his will.

Straightening to his full height David took three deep breaths to prepare his thoughts.

“She will not forgive you for this.”

“Maybe,” John shrugged, “But a woman of her age yearns for a child and with you gone, I can provide her with one.”

Civility fled with the thought of this man, so long abandoning his wife, touching her in any way filled David with nothing but rage.

“You would have better luck stealing the king’s trousers from his still awake body than bedding your wife. Good day, sir,” he infused the word sir with every ounce of hate he held for the man.

David had searched you out after leaving John’s office. Eighteen had once felt so grown, but now he knew he could be nothing more than a child masquerading as an adult. He had found you having tea with the neighbor. Pacing the front hall his hands worrying at his cuffs David swallowed hard to force the acid back into his stomach. The butler, this one old like every other butler was, announced him.

Rodgers opened the door wide for David to pass through. Instead, he caught your eye, the tears in his own clear even from the distance. Rising without removing your eyes from him you took your leave. Sliding your hand into the crook of his arm you nod for Rodgers to open the front door.

The door is not fully shut when David whips out the commission letter for you and tears streak down his face. Reading the letter three times all color leeches from your face.

“He didn’t,” you whisper, aghast.

“Mum, I’m scared,” David hugs himself, trying to keep the pieces of himself from flying in every direction. “He said you yearned for a child, and he could give you one with me gone.”

The pallor of your panic disappears until all that is left is a Duchess. You take his hand, squeezing it tight.

“You have all the skills to get through this. Wishart is a solid man to serve under and despite all his faults, John did purchase you a commission which will keep you safer than if you had volunteered. Now come and lay down in my bed and let me read to you.”

David laughed out a sob. You had not read to him like this since he went to Eton. The offer is all the sweeter because soon he won’t have a chance. Holding your hand up all the stairs he settles into your bed, arms wrapped around your middle. The soothing effect of your voice lulls him into sleep.

When he wakes he is alone in your bed and a soft sobbing drifts from the closet. He never doubted your love for him, but to hear you weep for him nailed it to the center of his soul.

He would survive the war.

Better yet he would come back decorated and rich beyond measure.

Six years passed before David could settle his feet on soil and not track his eyes around the port waiting for the bell to drag him back. He had clawed his way through the ranks; he saved so many men that when he had received his own ship as a captain he had nearly a full crew from volunteers alone. He had been made one of the youngest captains in the Navy.

Your last letter had reached him four years ago. He doubted any of his had reached you, spread out along the coasts as they were.

He and his men had eight weeks of leave while their ship was dry-docked and fixed. The first thought that crossed his might was to find you, Duchess Price, his mum.

The lamp lighters were working their way down the street as he approached the last non-floating home he had. Music drifted to the street from the open windows. Laughter and a cacophony of voices told him that a party was in full swing. Bounding up the stairs David knocked twice, loudly.

Hawthorne, the man who had served as butler when he left for the sea opened the door with an imperious look.

“Yes?” He lifted a brow.

“Hawthorne is that any way to greet the prodigal son?” David grinned and lifted both brows.

All servant’s decorum fled when Hawthorne realized who stood on the stoop.

“Master David? We all thought you dead.”

Stepping into the door David pushes it open forcing Hawthorne to let him in.

“Is the duchess in my good man?” He pats the butler on the shoulder.

“She is entertaining, bu—”

David does not wait to hear what other words might have followed. His long strides ate up the distance to the sitting room. And there you were, dressed in starlight. A healthy look on your face and a gentle smile at your current conversation companion ease the tightness in his chest that had lingered since you waved him off at the docks all those years ago.

The woman you are speaking with glances at him as he moves closer. Turning you follow her gaze. Your brows pull together as you look him over.

He had been so familiar with your thoughts when he left he can see them now. ‘This is not a guest I invited. Could he be my husband’s invite? Why does he look familiar?’ And there it is, the recognition.

“David?!”

No sign of a woman trained in moderation here, only a mum welcoming her son back from the dead. He catches you as you fling yourself into his arms. David spins you twice before settling you back on your feet.

“‘‘ello mum,” he whispered down to you.

Blinking away the tears you remember all of your guests. Turning you address the room.

“My friends, let me reintroduce you to my ward, David. He has been serving in the Royal Navy and has just returned to us,” your hand settles on his arm, fingers digging into the muscle below his sleeve.

Nodding to the room David settled his other hand on yours. That is when he shifts his head enough to find Simon and John standing together, staring daggers at him. He gifts them with a saccharine grin. They scowl all the harder.

The instant you let go of his arm they bully David into the hall and further into the study.

“When I sent you to war I did not expect you to return a captain,” John flicked at the brass on David’s chest.

“I didn’t expect you to still be holding tighter to your lover than your wife,” David eyed Simon before dropping his eyes back to John. “She never did forgive you, did she?”

David had gotten taller than he realized. Simon had towered over him as a child, now he looked down to make eye contact with the man.

“We’ll make this fast. Are you the duchess’ paramore?”

Recoiling as if he had been shot, David stared at the two men agog.

“This is the longest I have been on land since I left to fulfill my commission and you are asking if I am bedding the woman who I view as a mother?” Disgust dripped off every word. “What in the nine hells led you to that conclusion?”

John and Simon share a look.

“There is a report that the duchess took a lover. A man of large stature who has not been seen in polite society before,” John explains, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

Smirking, David can’t help the rush of pride that fills his chest. You were still holding your own.

“Must burn you up inside, both of you, that she continues to hold you at bay,” David gloated.

“And how would you know that so recently returned to land?” Simon snapped at him.

“It’s clear from this conversation.” David gestures between them, “You waited too long to offer her love and she found the idea of your bitter fruit repugnant, didn’t she?”

The sour look on their faces had David folding in half laughing.

“And now she has taken a lover and you mistook me for her paramore,” David clutched at his stomach as the laughter continued. “Ah, this is such a better reunion than I had hoped for.”

“This is not a laughing matter, boy,” John chastised him.

Standing tall David wiped the tears that had leaked from his eyes.

“On the contrary I find this to be the funniest thing I have heard in nearly a year. When the duchess brought me into your home as a child she did so to fill the void you left her with. Had you loved her, any of you or your lovers, she would not have taken me in to fill that hole. But more’s the loss for you. Now when you can finally see the gem you threw away, I hope it burns.”

David threw open the door of the study. He left behind him two men who would forever regret not seeing the gem in their midst. Rejoining you in the party he answered your questioning look with a smile and a shake of his head.

When at last all the guests are tucked into their carriages and heading for home you pull David into your sitting room and lock the door. It is here you are able to take his face between your hands and study him like a vicar does the bible. Seated on the settee, he lets you examine him and ensure for yourself that he is well.

“You scared me, David. I thought you were dead. No one could confirm if you were alive or dead for so long I went into mourning for you.”

The thought of you wearing black for him tugged at his heart.

“We were pulled into a series of secret missions, our still being alive was not reported anywhere. I doubt even your husband would have been able to find the information on us if he had asked,” David bumped your forehead with his own.

Letting his face go with a laugh he can finally appreciate the fact you are more beautiful than when he took to the sea. It’s no wonder there are rumors of you taking a lover.

“Is it true you have taken a paramore?” David leans back into the seat.

His eyes go wide as you squirm slightly. He sits straight again and stares at you as you grab a shawl left within reach.

“Mum?”

“It is not that simple, David,” you hedge.

“I am a smart man, you made sure of that. Now tell me, please,” he took one of your hands between his.

Heaving a great sigh you look at the man your son had become.

“After John signed you away to death I nearly perished. My heart had been broken and I knew deep in my soul you would not return to me.” Curling your fingers around his you look at them as you continue, “The crown asked that I help host a collection of the Austrian aristocracy. The task gave me something to focus on. It was no more than something to fill my time until the fourth set of visitors. I meet one Lukas König, a lord.”

Your words peter out as your shifting and squirming increase.

“Go on,” David encourages.

“It did not begin as it has progressed. He makes me laugh and listens and values my opinion,” you speak as if pleading your case before a judge.

You look up at him, searching for something. He must not provide the answer you are looking for because you tuck your chin to your chest again.

“Mum,” David frees one hand to lift your chin to see your tear-stained eyes, “What do you need from me to be free of this prison? A divorce? I know men close to the Archbishop and am willing to call in all my favors to see you happy.”

Tears begin to stream down your cheeks, so different from the ones earlier squeezed from his eyes by laughter.

“You would do that for me?” The breaks in your voice hurt him deeply.

“For the woman that saved me time and again? For you who became my mother when you did not need to? I would do anything for you, including delivering you to Austria myself.”

“David, my son, I think I will take you up on that offer.”

Before he heads back to the sea, David will see you to the arms of a man who loves you. He will know you are safe and when he returns to you he expects to have at least one sibling. He keeps that thought tucked behind his smile.

Masterlist

[adumbratrapedme]

In His Arms, Under the Stars | smut

Pairing: sasuke x reader

Synopsis: During a long mission, you and Sasuke take a brief break in a secluded forest, but what was meant to be a moment of rest quickly turns into something much more intense.

Warnings: “public” / forest sex, smut, +18, p in v, raw sex, fingering, etc.

The forest was quiet, save for the distant rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. The mission had gone smoothly, but the tension in Sasuke’s sharp gaze hadn’t lessened. The two of you paused in a secluded clearing, the light of the setting sun painting his pale skin in hues of gold and shadow.

Leaning against a tree, Sasuke exhaled slowly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that stole your breath. His usual guarded demeanor was slipping, replaced by something raw and unrestrained.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice low and tinged with something primal.

You stepped closer, drawn to him like a moth to flame. “What is it?”

Instead of answering, he reached out, his long fingers brushing your wrist before pulling you closer. The sudden tug sent you stumbling, your chest pressed against his as he stared down at you. His breath was warm against your lips as he spoke.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could respond, his lips crashed against yours, hungry and insistent. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. His kisses were rough, almost desperate, as though he’d been holding back all day and could no longer resist.

“Sasuke,” you gasped when his lips moved to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your skin. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot beneath your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Say my name again,” he muttered against your skin, his voice a growl that made your knees weak.

His hands began to wander, sliding beneath your shirt to rest on your bare skin. His touch was warm, his calloused fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along your sides. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and his thumbs brushed just below your ribs, making your breath hitch.

“Sasuke, we probably shouldn’t—” you managed to whisper, though your voice wavered, betraying the conflict between reason and desire. Your hands betrayed you further, finding their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring yourself to him.

He paused, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his dark eyes smoldering with a mix of hunger and devotion. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, though the way his hands moved belied his words. One hand slid higher beneath your shirt, his fingertips grazing the curve of your waist, while the other ventured lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your undergarments.

You didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, your hands slipped under his shirt, the heat of his skin meeting your touch. Your fingertips explored the taut muscles of his abdomen, tracing the defined lines as his breathing grew heavier. When your fingers brushed over his nipples, his breath hitched, and the quiet, guttural groan that followed sent a thrill through you.

His lips found yours again, this time slower, more deliberate, as if savoring every second. His kisses were intoxicating, each one pulling you deeper into the haze of desire that surrounded you both. Meanwhile, his hand between your legs began to move, his fingers spreading your wetness along your slit with an almost reverent touch.

“Y/N,” he breathed against your lips, his voice rough and strained, filled with an emotion he rarely let show. “You’re all I can think about.”

Your soft moan was the only response he needed. As his fingers pressed against your entrance, teasing and testing your resolve, your body arched into him, silently pleading for more. The tension between you was electric, each touch and kiss igniting a fire that neither of you could—or wanted to—extinguish.

His fingers worked inside you with deliberate precision, stroking and curling in ways that left you gasping against his lips. He kissed you deeply, swallowing every whimper and moan, his movements confident and unrelenting as he learned exactly how to unravel you.

But just as the pleasure began to crest, he broke the kiss, his lips hovering over yours and stealing the words you were about to say. Slowly, his fingers slid out of you, leaving you breathless. Before you could protest, he brought them to his lips, his dark eyes locked on yours as he licked them clean, savoring your taste with deliberate intent that made your cheeks burn.

“W-what are you-” you began, your voice trembling, but his deep, commanding voice interrupted you.

“Come here,” he said, his tone firm yet thick with desire.

With a firm but gentle grip, he took your arm and guided you toward the nearest tree. His movements were urgent yet careful as he turned you so that your front pressed against the rough bark. The cool surface bit into your skin through your shirt, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body behind you.

“Hold on,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.

One hand slid to your waist, steadying you, while the other gripped the waistband of your pants and panties. In a single, fluid motion, he tugged them down, letting the fabric fall to your thighs. The cool air against your bare skin sent a shiver up your spine, and you couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped your lips.

“hurry-” you whispered, your voice a mix of anticipation and need.

His hands returned to your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin as he pulled you back slightly, aligning your body with his. The firm yet deliberate way he moved you made your breath hitch, anticipation sparking like wildfire in your veins.

His lips found the curve of your neck, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. Each kiss was deliberate, his tongue flicking against sensitive spots that left you trembling in his grasp. His breath was warm against your ear as he whispered, “You’re irresistible,” his voice rough with hunger and filled with a longing that made your knees weak.

Your fingers curled into the bark of the tree, the rough texture grounding you as his hands slid lower, kneading the soft skin of your ass. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. The world around you blurred, fading into nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths, the heat of his body pressed against yours, and the unspoken promises in every touch.

“Look what you do to me,” he muttered, his voice thick with need.

You turned your head slightly, catching the smoldering look in his dark eyes as he reached down, tugging his pants lower in one swift motion. The sound of fabric shifting was almost drowned out by your own heartbeat as he freed himself, his hard length brushing against the back of your thigh.

His hands returned to your hips, steadying you as he pressed himself closer. You felt the heat of him against your bare skin, the weight of his cock teasing your entrance, already slick and ready. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if savoring every second of the moment.

“You feel so perfect,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of his words sent a shiver down your spine.

The world around you ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you in that stolen moment, lost in each other.

His hands gripped your hips firmly as he shifted closer, his cock sliding against your dripping entrance, teasing you with slow, deliberate movements. Each motion sent sparks of heat coursing through your body, leaving you breathless and trembling in his grasp.

“Sasuke,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own racing heartbeat.

His lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he murmured, “Say my name like that again.”

With that, he pressed forward, the tip of his cock parting your folds and sinking into your warmth. The stretch was slow, deliberate, as he gave you time to adjust to him. A soft gasp escaped your lips as he filled you, inch by inch, until he was fully seated within you, his body pressed tightly against yours.

“Perfect,” he muttered, his voice rough and barely controlled, each syllable laced with desire. His forehead rested against the back of your shoulder, his warm breath fanning over your neck as he took a deep, shaky inhale, savoring the overwhelming feeling of being so deeply connected to you.

His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers pressing into your skin as he began to move. The first thrust was slow, deliberate, as though he was testing the limits of his restraint. But the need radiating from his body was undeniable, and soon his pace quickened, his hips snapping against yours with a force that stole the breath from your lungs.

Each thrust was harder than the last, his cock driving deeper with unrelenting intensity, brushing places within you that made your legs tremble. His movements were desperate, filled with a raw need that spoke louder than words, and you could feel it in every harsh thrust—the way his body sought to claim and worship you in equal measure.

Your hands gripped the bark of the tree tighter, the rough texture biting into your palms as your body arched against him, meeting each powerful movement. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pressure that left you gasping for air.

You whimpered, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, the sound only spurring him on.

His pace was relentless now, the force of his thrusts making your body jolt against the tree with every movement. He angled his hips slightly, and the next stroke sent a wave of pleasure crashing through you, his cock grazing that sensitive spot that made your vision blur.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice low and strained, the words tumbling from his lips in a way that felt both reverent and possessive. His hands slid up your body, one slipping beneath your shirt to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple as the other remained firm on your hip, grounding you to him.

The forest around you seemed to fade entirely, replaced by the sound of his labored breaths mingling with your soft moans. 

“f-fuck..” You gasped, your voice breaking as the pleasure built, your body responding to him in ways that felt utterly beyond your control. Every nerve was alight, a symphony of sensations that left you trembling beneath him.

He groaned at the sounds coming from your lips, his pace quickening as he surrendered to the rhythm of your bodies. The heat between you was intoxicating, and you felt his lips return to your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. His breath was ragged, his voice thick with strain as he whispered against you, “You feel so tight… I don’t know if I can last much longer.”

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, building to a fiery intensity that left you both breathless and desperate for more. Your body arched against the tree, your chest pressing into the rough bark as he buried himself deeper with every motion, his movements deliberate and unrelenting.

“Let go,” he urged, his voice a rough, commanding growl that sent shivers down your spine. His hand slid down to where your bodies joined, his fingers finding your clit with unerring precision. He circled it in time with his thrusts, the combination of his touch and his words unraveling you completely.

The sensation was overwhelming, a climax of pleasure that consumed you entirely. Your cries filled the air as your release hit, your body tightening around him with a force that pulled a deep, guttural groan from his lips. His grip on your hips grew almost bruising, holding you steady as he drove into you one last time, his rhythm faltering as his own climax overtook him.

A low, strained moan escaped him as he spilled into you, his body trembling with the force of his release. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, his breaths hot and uneven against your skin as the tension slowly ebbed, leaving behind a soothing warmth.

For a moment, neither of you moved, lost in the stillness of the forest and the lingering heat between you. Your breaths mingled in the quiet, the world around you feeling impossibly far away.

Sasuke’s hands loosened their grip on your hips, one sliding gently up your side as he placed a soft, lingering kiss against your neck. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice softer now, filled with affection and a touch of awe.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes meeting yours with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his thumb grazing your cheek as he whispered, “Always.”

The world around you blurred, the forest’s quiet hum fading into the background. There was no mission, no danger, no responsibilities—just the two of you, tangled in a moment that felt as infinite as it was fleeting.

[jinwoosungs]

10/19/24; 06:53pm

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ they comfort you while you’re feeling insecure ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel

warnings: dieting is mentioned in sylus’s story. if this is a major trigger for any of you readers, then you don’t need to read this story ♡

it was such a mystery why sylus chose to be with you, of all people.

deep down, you knew he could pick any woman in the entire universe-

so why did he have to settle down with someone as plain as you?

why did you feel like a sack of potatoes while standing next to sylus?

why did the haughty laughter that came from the usual women sylus made business deals with affect you so much?

a particularly bad memory resurfaces, and you bite down harshly at your bottom lip, recalling a time where sylus had invited you to a business dinner with him. while he spoke about plans of expanding onychinus, the mafia boss’ daughter sneered at you, her slender yet curvaceous body made you feel worse about your own self image. you barely picked at your plate of food, knowing that you were far from being slender, and you became increasingly aware of how the curve of your abdomen could be seen from your tight dress.

needless to say, you didn’t have much of an appetite after that meeting.

with the memory of that woman’s sneer still fresh in your mind, you decided to diet a bit while cutting down the amount of foods you ate. you no longer snacked on your favorite sweets and tried to eat more steamed vegetables, avoiding carbs and proteins altogether. you figured since vegetables were like a superfood, then you’d be able to drop down some pounds and obtain a much better figure-

one that was more suited to remain by sylus’s side.

a week into your new diet, you did feel a bit lighter, and as you watched the pounds decrease, you had plans of further decreasing your calorie count-

however, sylus manages to put a hard stop to it. while you were making a simple dinner that consisted of a plain salad, sylus was felt sneaking up from behind you, trapping your form from behind him. you gasp and look up at him, feeling the way his large hand encircles around your wrist.

“s-sylus? what are you doing?” your eyes were wide, watching as he remains silent all while holding your wrist within the palm of his hand.

“you’ve lost some weight.” sylus tells you with his eyebrows furrowed. he takes a hold of your chin and forces you to look at him, “and don’t think for a minute that i haven’t noticed the change in your diet. although steamed vegetables and salads are good for you, they’re not enough to sustain you.”

hearing the concern in his voice makes you break down immediately. the hunger pangs came back to you at full force, making you wince as you land against sylus. “s-sorry, it’s just… i always feel so bad when i stand next to you.”

tears were streaming down your face, and sylus merely hums in response, taking you in his arms while allowing you to vent about your feelings.

“i-i’ve never really been too skinny… because of my appetite. and i guess… it’s just, being next to you and seeing all the women that’s part of your world- it bothers me how i’m not like them, and-“

sylus then silences the rest of your words with a searing kiss. he would not listen or tolerate you speaking down to yourself ever again, and as your lover, it was his responsibility to make sure you felt beautiful every single minute.

once he was certain you had calmed down, he pulls away from the kiss first, resting his forehead against yours while saying your name in an almost exasperated manner.

“there’s a reason why i never wish to be with those women, and that’s because they can never be you. i wish you could see yourself through my eyes and realize just how beautiful you are to me.”

tears began filling your vision, making sylus smile sweetly at you as he gently caresses at your hair, “you don’t need to do anything- to change anything about yourself. what i feel for you is, and always will be, something unconditional. so please, don’t starve yourself and cut out the nutrients you need. you need to eat a thick steak to build your muscles and maintain your energy. pasta and bread can help with filling you up, and i know how much you love sharing ice cream sundaes with me as well.”

feeling so grateful at having such a wonderful boyfriend like sylus, you lean up to press another lingering kiss against his lips, all while telling him, “ah, a steak with some buttered rolls and a salad sounds so good right now.”

sylus lets out a rich chuckle, pressing a kiss against your hair before heading towards the stove all while rolling up his sleeves, “you got it, sweetheart.”

when you woke up this morning, you felt distracted by your reflection, feeling a shudder run down your spine at seeing the various acne that littered your face.

never one to have clear skin, you found yourself pouting at your reflection. as you looked at the new patches of acne settled against your cheek, you frown. it wasn’t like you didn’t take care of your skin. every night, after you showered, you always made sure to wash your face while keeping it moisturized while doing your usual routine-

yet that didn’t seem to be enough, as you always seemed to breakout at the most inopportune times. perhaps today was a bit more meaningful since zayne’s parents were going to stop by the house and have dinner with the both of you.

you had never met zayne’s parents before, and the fact that he invited them over just to finally meet you was both endearing and overwhelming for you. deep down, you were afraid that his parents would reject you, labeling you as beneath their son while harshly telling him that he could do so much better than you.

those self deprecating thoughts kept repeating themselves within your mind, causing you to panic. leaning closer to the mirror, you focused on the patch of acne and tried to pop each and every one of them. it felt like your hands kept clawing at your face, making your eyes water as you tried to get rid of the acne the best way that you knew how to.

you jump slightly upon hearing a knock at the door, hearing zayne’s voice calling out your name before entering the bathroom. he sees the tears in your eyes and how your fingertips were placed against the bumps seen on your cheek.

he frowns, shutting the door from behind him while taking quick strides towards you. “what are you doing?”

your lips began to tremble, giving zayne a defeated expression as you angrily wiped away at your tears. “s-sorry, i just… i feel so mad right now, with my face breaking out like this. and i’m going to see your parents soon, and i look like a mess. i’m terrified that they’re going to compare me to you and say that you deserve so much better-!”

zayne suddenly cuts you off by bringing you into his arms, wrapping you in a tight embrace while drawing comforting circles behind your back. you cling to him like a lifeline, allowing the tears to stain at the front of his shirt.

“don’t ever speak that way about yourself ever again.” zayne tells you in a whisper, pressing a kiss against your temple before framing at your face. he takes a moment to admire your features all while running the pad of his thumb against the patch of acne seen against your skin.

“these… don’t bother me at all. to me, you have always been achingly beautiful in my eyes. and that is never going to change. the whole reason i wanted to invite my parents over was so that they could meet you and know that i am serious about you- about us.”

he smiles down at you, taking in your cute pout before leaning closer to press a chaste kiss against your lips, “now, don’t pick at them anymore. give them some time to heal, and just make sure you wash your face every day to help.”

feeling immensely better now, you throw your arms around zayne, pulling him close as you giggled, allowing him to pick you up as he headed towards the walk in shower, “did you wish to shower together? perhaps then, i could show you just how beautiful you are to me.”

and truly, who were you to deny the love of your life?

to say you were amazed at managing to capture xavier’s heart would be the understatement of the century. in fact, how you both met was under some unorthodox conditions.

you had simply been running errands when an outbreak of wanderers were seen just a few blocks away from you. you had unknowingly stepped into danger, and when you were close to get attacked by one of the monsters-

xavier had appeared before you, slashing away at the wanderer with his weapon. he keeps himself in front of you, not daring to move away from you until the threat has been eliminated. throughout it all, you were in a daze, simply admiring how swift and deadly xavier’s movements were as he dealt with the rest of the wanderers.

only when the coast was clear did he finally meet your gaze. “are you okay?”

you could only manage to give him a nod, ready to thank him when a stern voice breaks through, “xavier, is everything alright on your end?”

you look back to see a stern, but beautiful woman taking quick strides the hunter you assumed was known as xavier. he sheathed his weapon and gives the woman a slight bow. “yes, i’ve dealt with the wanderers here on the eastern part of the city.”

“good. i’ll go ahead and assess the damage with the others.” she runs a hand across her sandy brown hair, leaving you alone with xavier. trying to ignore your own features and how plain you felt in comparison to the woman, you thank xavier for protecting you before telling him you would head home.

the young hunter prevents you from leaving him, gently encircling his hand around your wrist. “wait, let me escort you home, just to be safe.”

seeing the way his sapphire eyes were shining brightly against the sunlight made your knees feel weak for him. giving him a stiff nod, you allow xavier to walk with you back to your apartment complex, convincing yourself that this would be the first and last time you would see him.

so imagine your surprise when he walks with you up to your apartment all while sweetly asking you if you’d like to go out on a date with him sometime. of course, you were filled with shock, remaining flabbergasted as you struggled to find the right words to say.

yet at the end of it all, you accepted his offer for a date. and one date turns into two dates, then three-

and you found yourself remaining together with xavier for close to a year now.

you couldn’t understand what xavier saw in you, since each time you would see xavier work at the association, you became achingly aware of how gorgeous his female coworkers were. this left you feeling a little more than inadequate, wondering why you agreed to be with xavier when he was surrounded by so many girls that were prettier than you.

and such thoughts were enough to render you useless, making you lay in bed for the entirety of the day. as you wallow in your thoughts, you heard your phone go off with your usual text tone. curious as to who was texting you, you look at your screen and freeze, reading xavier’s text:

hey, i got off early. u wanna hang out together? i’m free.

pursing your lips, you leave his text on read, tossing your phone aside before wrapping your blankets tightly around your form. a few seconds later, your phone goes off at least 5 more times, and you were certain it was xavier trying to reach you once more.

you remain in bed, dozing off here and there while wrapped up in your cocoon. you lost track of time, and stiffen when you heard the sound of your front door opening. feeling panicked now, you quickly sit up in bed, hearing footsteps walk into your apartment, revealing xavier just a few moments later with a bag of takeout in his hand.

“hey, i got worried when you didn’t text or call me back, so i figured i’d stop by and check on you.” xavier was frowning slightly, settling the bag of food on top of your desk before sitting on the bed with you.

you run a hand across your tangled locks of hair, “uhm, how did you get in here?”

xavier hums, reaching into the confines of his sweater to pull out your spare key settled on a lanyard. “you gave this to me during our four month anniversary, remember?”

you felt your cheeks heat up in response, leaning forward to gently trace at it. “y-you kept this on you all this time?”

xavier nods, all while gently gripping at your hand, “what’s bothering you.”

“nothing’s bothering me.” you tell xavier a little too quickly, making his frown deepen in response. he ends up tightening his grip on your hand. “that’s not true, and i want you to be honest with me.”

meeting his gaze, you could see the determination shining in them before sighing. “i…i feel really plain in comparison to the women you surround yourself with at the hunters association.”

you watch as xavier’s eyes go wide at your admission, yet still, you continue to explain to him, “i just… i feel like im not pretty enough compared to them. and it- it really is such a mystery why you’re here with me.”

xavier shakes his head for a brief moment before surging forward, giving you a searing kiss as his lips were perfectly slotted against yours. you moan into his kiss, allowing your fingers to delve into his hair as he deepens it.

once he was satisfied with the kiss, xavier pulls away from you, all while flashing you a gentle smile. he frames at your face once more and rests his forehead against yours, “the reason for me being here with you is simple, really, and it’s solely because i love you. you make me so happy, and i love being able to protect you while keeping you in my arms.”

“to me, no other woman can compare to you… and i like you best when you have no makeup on and are in comfortable clothes.” xavier smiles and nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours, “to me, you’re beautiful at all times of the day.”

feeling your heart soar thanks to his honest words alone, you fling your arms around your beloved, holding him close while basking in his kisses. and when he moves his kisses away from your lips and towards your features, you allow xavier to kiss away every insecurity that you felt.

the whole world knew of how beautiful rafayel was-

and that was what sent your thoughts down into a spiral, with you wondering what he even saw in you to begin with.

your first meeting started out as nothing short of romantic. by some twist of fate, you and rafayel happened to frequent at the same café, and as you were scrolling through your phone while taking sips of your coffee, you became aware of a cute boy heading towards you from your periphery.

he smiles at you, amethyst eyes shining with amusement and mirth as he slides a torn piece of sketch paper toward you. on the paper was by far the prettiest rendition of your likeness that you had ever seen. you were honestly impressed by this young man’s talent and asked him if this was how he truly saw you.

he ends up nodding his head in answer to your question. “absolutely. you’re utterly gorgeous, and i knew i had to try and capture your features into my memories somehow. the name’s rafayel, by the way.”

despite your best efforts, you end up grinning widely at him while telling rafayel your own name. the young artist repeats it, as if tasting the syllables on his lips while leaning closer to you. “say, would you like to keep this sketch i made of you?”

“y-yes! i’d love to keep this!” you end up holding the piece of paper close to your chest, earning a rich chuckle from rafayel.

“if that’s the case, then you’ll have to pay for it; and the only payment i’ll accept is if you agree to go on a date with me.”

oh, this guy was a smooth one, and he had caught you-

hook, line, and sinker.

of course, you agreed to go on a date with him-

yet that one date was enough for rafayel to claim you as his girlfriend.

and you’ve been with him ever since.

rafayel was by far the sweetest, and most gorgeous man you had ever dated. sure, you had your bumpy moments-

but the love and happiness you felt with him was something that couldn’t be ignored. he was worth every ounce of your time, (even if he had a tendency to be moody and spoiled).

however, with your growing happiness when it came to being in a relationship with rafayel, there was a lingering sense of doubt as well. for starters, you didn’t look quite as perfect as rafayel did, with you having acne scars scattered throughout your body (mainly on your face and your back).

these lingering scars was what made you shy away from more loose fitting clothes, with you often wearing long sleeved shirts or sweaters to keep your lingering acne and scars hidden.

in fact, you hated them so much that you couldn’t stand to look in the mirror at times.

feeling anxious and unable to keep still, you decide to stop pacing around your shared bedroom, not wishing to distract rafayel as he painted his latest piece. grabbing a plush towel, you head into the bathroom and turn on the faucet of the walk in shower all while shrugging off your clothes in the process.

settling the towel off to the side, once you were bare, you get into the shower and remain beneath the shower spray, basking in the heat. you continue to remain motionless, all while resting your head against the slick shower wall.

you had no idea how long time had passed, and only jumped when you heard rafayel’s voice calling out to you.

“i heard you were in the shower for roughly half an hour now and got concerned, so i’m coming in.”

protests were heard coming from your parted lips, yet rafayel ignored every single one of them, tossing his clothes in a pile before entering the shower with you. his bright eyes remained filled with love for you when he grabs the bottle of body wash and places a significant portion on the sponge. with a hum of your name, rafayel slowly begins lathering the soap all across your form.

“what’s on your mind, princess?” you shiver, feeling your entire body relax as rafayel worked on cleaning your body. taking in a deep breath, you gather your thoughts for a moment before finally admitting to him, “i’m just… feeling really insecure. i keep thinking as to why you’re with me.”

rafayel stops washing your body to let out a scoff. “i’m insulted you feel this way. what do you even mean?”

“i-i mean, look at me, rafayel. i have lingering acne scars on my back, and i don’t have a face that would make people turn their heads to get a better look at me. i’m no ravishing beauty-“

rafayel then presses a lingering kiss at the back of your naked shoulder, making your breath hitch in response. he continues kissing you, trailing his lips softly against your skin as you felt his every touch on your back. as evident from his movements, it was clear that he was kissing at the acne scars that marred your back.

“do you remember the day we first met, and i had given you that sketch?”

you shiver in response, managing to nod in reply to his question. of course you remembered that day, how could you possibly forget what had to have been the happiest day of your life?

“that day, when i first saw you and how you casually sipped at your coffee, i was drawn to the soft and natural beauty you had. i don’t care about models or any other beauty standard that girls tend to follow. what drew me to you was how you seemed to exude a hidden kindness… and just… knew then that i had to capture your features and forever immortalize it in that drawing.”

he places one last kiss against your back before turning you around so that you could face him. tears were seen welling up in your eyes, and you couldn’t stop them from cascading down your face when rafayel frames at them. he caresses at your cheek while telling you, “you have always been the light of my life… and that’s never going to change, because in my eyes, no one would ever be able to compare to you.”

you clench your eyes shut and give him a nod, unable to speak to him due to how much your throat was felt clenching up in response. giving you one last smile, rafayel leans in to quickly give your lips a chaste kiss.

“now, how about we finish this shower, then later on, we’ll order your favorite takeout while watching a movie together.”

more than ready to experience such a fun and relaxing night with him, you give your beloved lemurian a nod before leaning even closer to his touch, allowing him to spoil you as his reverent caresses against your skin makes every insecurity you felt disappear in an instant.

end notes: don’t mind me, i was feeling pretty low about myself and how i looked, and wrote a little something to help with comforting me 🥹 if any of you readers have similar insecurities, then i hope this fic comforted you as well ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[nastyc2nt]

Hanta sero being the biggest fuck boy around, and izuku being sensitive and inexperienced leads to many things

Like izuku begging sero to teach him to fuck you. And trust me he’s writhing. Red faced, maybe teary. He’s so embarrassed. And sero just drinks it up. “Yeah? You want me to teach you to fuck your girl?” Or something slightly condescending.

Of course hanta agrees cause you’re hot. So he’s sitting behind you, against the headboard. While he shows izuku how to make you cum in every way.

First lesson was fingers, second was tongue, third was his dick. And after was toys he lended you both. Fingers started out tricky, but sero was fairly hands on, resulting in four fingers in you rather than two. Izukus personal favourite was the vibrators. Something about being as desperate and pathetic as him, turned him on.

Something about the condescending attitude plus the whiny pathetic behaviour goes crazy. (Side note. If you want it to be even more freaky. Make izuku the fuckboy and bakugo the pathetic one. “I guess you’ll always be second place to me kacchan.’ Or something even more diva-ish.)

🫀

I’m literally going crazy, i wouldn’t have thought of this on my own and i’m so grateful you brought this to my attention—

Sero is a very good choice because he’s so experienced!! Poor Izuku wouldn’t know what to do, he’s never had a girlfriend before!!

She/Her and Born at birth anatomy.

{idk where katsuki came in from, but I literally breath for cocky izuku. Will make a small dabble if you send in something about cocky izuku and katsuki}

{Also saw chubby reader for some reason- BUT EVERYTHINH WORKS}

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“Don’t just whine,” sero sternly shouted at the green haired man that was too lost in your pussy to think of anything else. Izuku has been trying so hard to learn everything, and has been getting so turned on with how pathetic you looked when you’ve been overstimulated.

“M’sorry,” he opened his eyes and focused on fucking you just right instead of his own needs, he tries to reach deep and use his cock with the tips sero gave him! And he listened to how you like it as well.

Sero rolls his eyes and grabs izukus hand from behind you, his other hand still grabbing your waist and you lean back onto his chest. “Play with her clit like a man! I thought the number one hero could please his girlfriend,” he looks down at you, your eyes half open as you look at your boyfriend. He recalled your defenses against izuku being a bad lover throughout the evening but never once said no, or that what sero did wasn’t right.

You moan and whimper when izuku started to play with your overused clit and started to squirm underneath both their holds, but sero made sure to keep you still. “See? Ain’t that a precious sight,” he hated to admit, if you were to find yourself single — he’d fuck you so good. But he has more respect for izuku then to pull you away from him.

Izuku had enough of the hunger in Seros eyes, he knew it was strange to get jealous when he literally asked for this.

You yelped when izuku pressed your leg up higher and inched his body closer, his legs almost crushing you, “Gonna cum?” Izuku egged on. sero watches him start to pump your guts, and the sound from your lips and pussy is so good it makes him hard. Izuku was rough now to, his hand making a imprint on your leg that he held closer to your head, and his hand still playing with your clit.

Sero smirks, proud of Izuku gaining confidence and fucking like a man. “Damn, fuckin’ her rough? I knew you were like a rabbit.”

¡!Don’t repost my posts on other websites, don’t translate them, theses are for me to publish on my own!!

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[sashi-ya]

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THE SUCCESSOR 🐙 SOSUKE AIZEN X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 1: IMPREGNATION

🐙 requested by: @muzansfangs Hi, honey! Your event looks absolutely awesome! Here I am submitting a request because you are an amazing writer❤️ Day 1 + Aizen Sosuke + f!reader (impregnation). Take your time, love you!❤️ ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. impregnation. mentions of pregnancy. reader "used" by Aizen to fulfill the need for a successor. 🐙 wc: 637 // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

With his hands around your waist, pressing you against him, he whispers in your ear how much he desires to make you the “bearer of his descendance”

Your back laying on his chest, your legs hanging down his legs; sitting on that sterile “throne”, the king assures a step further on his plans...

Oh, Sosuke Aizen, what do you see in that future of yours? Solitude? Defeat? Why do you need a successor?

Your nape, your hair, rest on Sosuke’s shoulder and neck. Up, his right hand slides; your neck it finds, crushing carotids and jugulars, making you dizzy… out of breath, perhaps even controlling you to go and come from the brink of death. Slap after slap, thighs hitting against your ass. Sweaty surfaces that go up and down, as he drills into you with desperate hips.

“Will you bear my child, dear (Name)?” he asks, coercing you to say yes… in any case, a blurred mind and an almost limp body is unable to say otherwise.

“Y-ye-yes, Aizen-sa-sama” you cry, as he presses your cheeks, so your lips become pouty, and your words come out in an adorably humiliating way.

A sophisticated, tinted in psychopathic, smirk escapes his lips. It makes you tremble, how can someone be so sexy, so soft and yet so scary at the same time? Guess the strongest don’t really need to be violent.. oh, but what definitely holds an almost unbearable violence, are those hip thrusts that wont stop pumping on you.

And your walls, as lustful, as desperate as those thrusts, spasm, milking that man that needs to shut his chocolate eyes closed… see, there is a reason why you were chosen to serve Aizen-sama.

“Aren’t you a little bit needy? Heh” he murmurs, biting ever so softly the lobe of your right ear. The humid words of his hot breath, feels like they are kissing your brain, pulling you down with tingles everywhere.

“Always for you, Aizen-sama” you purr, in heaven, with your inner thighs trembling and your toes a little curled. “I am yours to please, I am yours to be used…”

Sosuke growls; he definitely knows how his you are. But, even though, the moment he listens to those words, his body reacts uncontrollably… So far from the cold, calm, and collected Aizen you know, he bites your neck. His thrusts are even more violent than before, this time you can’t bounce properly as his delicate hands, yet strong and evil, grab you by your waist. He lifts you up, he doesn’t really need you moving… just be a hole for his insatiable hunger this time.

“Shsh, baby…” he murmurs, penetrating you so perfectly. The position, with you lifted and softly bent forward allows the tip of his sex to hardly push your sweet spot. Like an expert, knowing so very well, exactly where to press, he makes you retort with just the violent drill of unstoppable ramming.

It is nearly impossible for you not to come, viciously and aggressively, as suspended in between heaven and hell… well, isn’t it funny how the new king of Hueco Mundo is actually fucking your right now?

“Come on, cum so that I can fill you up very well…” he continues, enjoying the pleasure of your milking walls. “You know you shouldn’t waste a single drop, baby? Would you keep it inside for me? We need to make you very, very pregnant”

You shiver… exactly why, you don’t really know. Is it because of your orgasm taking over? Or is it because you are being entrusted with such a high order from Aizen-sama?

In any case… “Yes, Aizen-sama… make me, really, really pregnant…” “Very good, my beautiful ray of sun… come on, do it with a smile for me… but, please, make sure not to fail”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAh, toxic motherfucker!

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[celestialowlbear]

Give You Everything

Pairing: Halsin x Fem!Reader (Tav)

Summary: Halsin gives you some morning loving. No plot. Just fluffy smut. 💕

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Oral (fem receiving), mentions of m receiving.

WC: ~1300

A/N: My hand slipped. Oops. 😏 I have no reason for this besides Halsin consuming my thoughts by being the big sexy romantic he is. This takes place years after the end of BG3, however you may imagine it. Maybe Tav and Halsin live in a cottage in the woods? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. Let me know what you think!

You wake to Halsin’s lips on yours, tasting vaguely of honey and figs he must have snacked on before gently rousing you. 

You stirred, eyes opening as you stretched under the animal furs you were tucked into. 

“No need to rise, my love.” Halsin kissed your exposed shoulder. “I’m coming back to join you.”

Halsin often woke with the sun, greeting the day with a stroll in his bear form. You usually joined him, but he must have let you sleep this morning. 

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You mumbled, turning toward him, realizing the sun had already risen based on the bright light speckling through the paned window. 

“You looked so peaceful, I did not want to disturb your dreams.”

Halsin huddled his face into your neck, inhaling your scent, gently tracing his large hand up your arm. 

“Not to mention, I wanted to keep you in bed.” 

Halsin’s hand lazily trailed up your torso, reverently cupping your breast and giving it a light squeeze. 

“Is that right, my bear?” You chuckled, a faint sigh departing your lips immediately after as Halsin brushed his thumb over your hardening nipple. 

“Why, oh why, would you want to keep me in bed on such a lovely morning?” You hovered your lips close to his in a teasing manner, catching his eye that was tinted with a familiar hunger. 

“It is best I show you, my heart.” Halsin rumbled as he maneuvered himself on top of you momentarily, pulling the furs off your body. 

You were naked, as that is how you slept together. He was naked as well, shedding his clothing from his morning walkabout to join you once again in bed.

Halsin ran his hands down your thighs, taking worshipful handfuls of your supple skin. 

He paused, gazing over you. 

“Always so perfect. Nothing, nothing in all of nature could ever compare to you.”

Halsin brought his lips down to your inner thigh, maintaining eye contact as he kissed your flushed skin. 

“As the sun rose, I was reminded of you.” He slowly made his way up toward your core, dampening with anticipation. 

“A bright light to guide me to new beginnings. Through any hardship or affliction, I know you will always be my rising sun.” 

You still blushed at his words, even after years together.

Halsin never held back on his feelings for you, constantly reminding you how deeply he loved you, and how thankful he was to have you by his side. 

You reminded him as well, holding dear the bashful look that always crossed his face when doing so. He was a gentle soul at heart. All the more reason to remind him of your love, and let him care for you. 

“Was that all you were thinking of this morning?” You whispered, a coy smile turning up your lips, watching him make his way to your center.  

Halsin chuckled deeply against your skin, his breath now ghosting over your center, the smell of your arousal stirring the beast within him. 

“Perhaps not…I was also reminiscing of the night before last…the sounds that left your lips that evening have not left my mind.” 

Halsin brought a finger between your folds, gently circling and exploring. 

“I would greatly enjoy hearing those sounds again. If you permit me…” Halsin kissed your clit, his tongue softly probing, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he felt your body squirm and legs tremble by his head. 

“Yes, Halsin, always for you…”

You threaded your fingers in his hair as he went to work, slowly licking and sucking at your now thoroughly soaked pussy. 

Halsin was in no rush, enjoying every gasp and soft mewl and twitch of your legs as he feasted. 

He carefully moved your legs over his massive shoulders to gain better access, holding you in place. 

At this point, Halsin knew your body even better than you did.

He knew exactly what made you squirm, what made you beg for more, what made you get intensely lost in pleasure. 

You knew the same of his body, knowing his most sensitive parts, what pushed him to the limit of his control. 

Halsin had never truly been as vulnerable with anyone else in his long life as he is with you. 

You knew every part of him, his deepest fears, the darkest corners of his mind. You helped him through his anguish all that time ago, helped him see clearly for the first time in his life. 

You held and protected his heart as delicately as one would a newly hatched bird. 

He owed everything to you. 

“Halsin…” your grip on his hair tightened, tugging in just the way he liked. “More, please…”

Halsin hummed into you in response, knowing he was teasing you by going slowly. He treasured tasting you like this, the sweetest nectar in nature could never compare.

It was a taste he craved daily. 

He didn’t want to be too selfish, though. He knew you were desperate for release. 

How could he ever deny you such ecstasy?

Halsin picked up his pace, switching between circling your clit with his tongue and fucking you as deep as he could go with his warm muscle. 

You cried out, the fire in your belly growing. You knew Halsin was aching between his legs, his body begging for his release. 

Sometimes, getting you off like this was enough, coming to his end without touch. 

You hoped you could taste him, though, to give back what he so selflessly offers to you. 

The sounds were obscene as he lost himself between your legs, mixing with your trembling moans and cries. He was wildly lapping and licking and stroking with his tongue, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. 

“H-Halsin I’m-I’m so close, don’t stop!” You managed to coherently string together one sentence, the molten coil in your belly threatening to explode with each pass of his tongue. 

You were gripping his hair with both hands now, bucking up at him to get the most pressure possible as your climax was rushing toward you. 

Halsin was growling against your pussy, his chin dripping with your slick, his hips instinctually bucking for any type of friction against his cock. 

Your body was shaking and Halsin knew you were about to explode. 

You came with a cry of his name, chanting it like a prayer to the Gods as you fell over the precipice of bliss. Halsin didn’t let up, keeping up his ministrations, drinking up your essence.   

Halsin didn’t want to waste one drop of your pleasure. 

Your body spasmed, toes curling as your mind went blank. 

Soon, the flicks of his tongue were becoming too much, coming down from your heaven. 

You gently pushed him away and Halsin lifted his head, his eyes flashing gold momentarily as his eyes locked on your body, licking his lips, savoring your taste. 

“Beautiful, my heart. Perfection.” 

You were trying to catch your breath, your body gelatinous. You motioned for him to come back on top of you. 

Halsin crawled up your body, hovering over you. You lifted your head, capturing his lips to yours in a fervent kiss of thanks. Your tongues danced, Halsin immediately submitting to your passion. Your hands grasped at his back, pulling him down into you. 

Halsin let out a deep groan as you rubbed your sensitive pussy on his throbbing cock. 

“Take me, my love. Take your pleasure, too.” You nibbled at his bottom lip, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“Believe me when I say I get my greatest pleasure from watching you come undone on my tongue.” He replied, breaking the kiss momentarily.

“Let me do the same, then.” You smiled against his lips, bringing a hand down to grasp his rigid, thick length. “Come undone on my tongue.”

Halsin shuddered and let out a low moan at your touch, your hand gliding over his hot, velvety skin. 

Halsin nipped at your chin, flipping you both so you were on top of him, your legs barely able to straddle his wide body. 

“You know I cannot deny you anything, my heart.” 

You smiled sweetly, sliding down his body, watching his eyes glow gold at the anticipation of your touch, ready to return him the favor.

-ˏˋ⋆ Thanks for reading, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! ⋆ˊˎ-

[jussstlovely]

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby

Hyung Line Bf! Enhypen members comfort you when you’re stressed.

Mostly fluff but some angst, WC: around 2k altogether

Warnings: kissing, hugging, and use of pet names instead of y/n

Disclaimer: NSFW accounts DNI, please

an: Just a little something I wrote. Right now I am writing headcannons more than full fics, so I will open my requests if you have something you want me to write, (please read my rules page before requesting). Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Heeseung 희승

It was a Friday night when he heard the keys opening the door. He popped up to the sound, a smile forming on his face, but quickly disappeared when he saw you with an upset expression and tears in your eyes. He immediately got up to hug you, holding you there for a few moments before he pulled away to look at you. 

“Baby, what happened?” he asked with worry. 

“I had a hard day”, you were trying to hold back your tears as you replied, he noticed. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“Mm…no, not right now, at least”

He agreed and took your heavy bag off of your shoulder. 

Once he left to take your bag to his room you completely broke down. Heeseung couldn’t hear your silent cries and you were thankful for that, the reason why you are like this is because of the workload that your teachers are giving you. This week was long so you were looking forward to its end, but of course, your teachers had to assign 3 exams on Monday and 2 projects that took at least a day to work on.

You didn’t notice when your boyfriend came back into the room, and you also didn’t notice that he was there comforting you by rubbing your back. You forced yourself to stop crying. 

A moment of silence passed between you two before you got up trying to go to your room. Heeseung stopped you. 

“Where are you going?” he asked in a soft voice. 

“I’m sorry Hee but I need to start studying, I’ll be in my room” you replied quietly. 

You were stopped by his hand gently grabbing your wrist. 

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked. You shook your head. “Love you should eat, would you like me to make you some ramen?” 

Your head popped up to that question and you nodded your head in reply. 

He smiled, “Okay, come sit down here and I’ll make you your ramen” 

You quietly moved to sit on the chair, admiring him as he made your ramen, his eyebrows furrowing sometimes to focus. 

“Okay, here you go my love, eat up,” he says as he hands you the bowl filled with ramen. 

The smell of the ramen was enough to make your stomach grumble in hunger and without hesitation, you took a bite. 

In that process, Heeseung moved to sit next to you, staring at you with love in his eyes. 

Some moments passed before you showed him your empty bowl, and he smiled in return. As he got up to rinse your bowl you quietly admitted what had been stressing you out. He heard it. 

“Well, I promise that I’ll help you every step of the way, I’ll always be here. But honey you look tired, why don’t we take a nap first?

“Okay,” you said as you got up to hug him. 

After a few minutes, you two moved to your guy’s room and flopped on the bed together. 

As Heeseung pulled the covers up, you looked up at him with admiration. 

“What?” he asked with a grin. 

“Nothing, I’m just lucky to have you” 

“I’m lucky to have you, honey” 

“I love you” 

“I love you too baby”

︶ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Jay 제이

When you get stressed, you tend to block out everyone from your life, just for a moment, until you feel ready to talk again. You've been doing that ever since you were young when the fights or the amount of homework was too much, but you finally stopped when you met Jay. 

Jay can read you like an open book, he knows when you're tired, angry, or sad and he especially knows when you’re stressed. 

So whenever you’re stressed now, instead of locking yourself up in your room, you go to him for comfort. He usually just cuddles with you or cooks you something, but today, he was busy working on a new song, you remember him telling you to not come in his room until he’s done working on the song but today has been such a hard and stressful day it had completely slipped your mind as you walked towards Jay’s room with tears coming down your face, you just wanted a hug from him. 

Once you opened the door, he was surprised to see you there at first but that surprised look turned into a worried look as he saw you crying in front of him. 

“Aww baby what happened?” he asked as he gestured to come closer to him. 

“Can I have a hug?” you asked sniffling. 

“Of course baby, come here” 

You guys stayed in that hug for a few moments until he asked again.

“Ugh, I just feel so stressed right now, I have so many assignments to do, and one of my friends isn't talking to me and I don’t know what I did, I mean-“ 

“Baby,” he interrupts your rambling. 

“Yeah?” 

“It’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay I promise I will do everything that I can to make your stress go away,” he said as he wiped the tear from your cheek, you didn’t even notice that you were crying again. 

“Thank you, Jay”

“Of course sweetheart”

“Do you want to hear what I’ve been working on?” 

You replied with an enthusiastic nod which made him smile. 

As he grabbed his guitar you went to sit on his bed, he faced the chair to you and started playing your favorite song. 

‘Whispered something in your ear’

‘It was a perverted thing to say’

‘But I said it anyway’

‘Made you smile and look away’ 

While he was playing you couldn’t help but smile and tear up.

‘Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby’ 

As he sang that lyric he looked up at you with a smile on his face, this was exactly what you needed,

‘Nothing’s gonna take you from my side…’

Soon the song ended and as he moved to put his guitar down you rushed to hug him in your arms. Tears started pouring down your face again. 

“Thank you, Jay, I needed that. You did such a good job”

“Thank you, baby, I love you” 

“I love you too” 

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Jake 제이크

You came home from a tough day at school and work, all you wanted to do was cuddle with your boyfriend, but when you came home, it was silent and the lights were off. You were sure Jake would tell you if he went out. You were about to call him until you heard him talking to his friends. Oh, he’s playing video games right now. 

Taking off your shoes and dropping your bag on the chair you headed to your room until you saw him come out of his room, headset still on, carrying an empty but dirty plate. 

“Oh, baby hi!” Jake said coming to hug you.

“Hi, Jake,” you said in his arms with a tired expression.

“What’s wrong? You okay?” he asked as he noticed the sad tone in your voice. 

“Can I talk to you?” you asked with tears forming in your eyes. This made Jake start worrying about you, you wanted to talk? About what? About you guys? About your relationship?

“Uhm yeah okay, just give me a sec, I have to put these dishes in the sink”.

“Okay, I’ll be in your room”.

Once you were in his room, you went to sit on his bed, trying your hardest not to cry. 

Once Jake came in, he closed the door and went to sit in front of you. 

“So, what did you want to talk about?” That’s when you surprised him by wrapping your arms around him, crying on his shoulder. 

“Woah, baby, what happened? Talk to me”. That’s when you finally told him about how poorly your day went, you told him every detail from how horrible your classes were to how the customers and employees treated you, even telling him how you were starving all day because you forgot to pack your snack and lunch. 

“I’m so sorry baby, what can I do to help?”

“Mmm, I don’t know, just stay here with me?”

“Of course baby,” he said as he moved to lay down with you. 

You two stayed in each other’s arms until he got a call from his friends, telling him to hop back on the game. 

“Dude I’m with my girlfriend right now, she had a hard day,” he said on the phone. To which his friend apologized, and Jake went back to lay with you. 

“It’s okay, you can go back to playing with your friends babe.” 

“No no it’s okay, I’ll stay here with you”.

With that, he went back to holding you in his arms, until he got another call, this time on his PC. 

“Oh my gosh!” he yelled as he got up abruptly, about to end the call until you told him again that he should go play with his friends. 

“Are you sure?”

You nodded in reply. That’s when he had an idea.

“Do you want to sit with me while I play?” he asked from his chair. 

“Hmm sure,” you said as you went towards him. You climbed on his lap and put your head on his shoulder as he answered the call with his friends. 

As you were laying on his shoulder, listening to him talk to his friends, you started humming your favorite song at the moment, ‘Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby’. Jake must’ve heard you because he started singing the lyrics quietly while he was muted. 

You looked up from his shoulder, “You know that song?”

“Yeah, I love Cigarettes After Sex”. You kissed him.

“Wha-What was that for?” Jake asked, slightly surprised by your boldness. 

“Nothing, I just love you”

“Well, I love you too”. He said as he kissed you again. 

Several kisses later, his friends started calling him, but he ended up leaving the call. 

“Why’d you leave?” you asked, he looked down at you with a soft smile. 

“Because I’d rather spend my time with you,” he said as he got up from his chair, taking your hand and leading you to his bed. You followed him. 

Once you two got under the covers he turned off all the lights and said goodnight. 

“I love you, Jake”

“I love you too baby”.

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Sunghoon 성훈

You and Sunghoon have been dating for 2 months now, and it’s been amazing, he’s so caring and loving and cute, ugh, he’s such a perfect boyfriend, so why are you arguing with him right now? 

“No, Sunghoon, it’s the fact that you didn’t do the dishes when I asked you five times today”

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’ll do them right now,” Sunghoon said, walking towards the kitchen. 

“No, no, that’s not the point!…do you know how stressful my week has been? School has been giving me hell, and after that, I have to go work and deal with crappy customers, and then I get home expecting a clean home, but then I see these dirty dishes piling in the sink, and I end up having to do them every. single. day ....all I want is to come home to a nice clean house, and I understand that you’re busy too, but I’ve asked you five times today. Is that too much to ask for?”

“I-I didn’t know that that’s how you’re feeling” 

“Yeah, that is how I’m feeling,” you said as you grabbed your keys and headed towards the door.

“Wait, baby, where are you going?”

“I’m going to get some fresh air,” you said as you slammed the door shut. 

It was now silent in the apartment, Sunghoon didn’t know whether to run after you, stay here and clean the dishes, or just lock himself in his room. You guys never fought, and the way you just reacted worried him, why couldn’t he just listen to you and do the dishes when you asked?

As you got into your car, you completely broke down, why are you feeling like this? Why did you yell at Sunghoon? He didn’t deserve that. You should apologize, but you’re not ready to talk to him right now, ugh, he probably wants to break up after that, it’s only been 2 months, and he’ll probably get over you easily, but you’re not ready to leave him, you love him. Oh my gosh, you love him. 

Back at the apartment, Sunghoon was lying on his bed worrying about you when he heard the keys to the door open. He popped up, you’re back. 

When you opened the door to your apartment, the first thing you noticed was the clean dishes, you smiled and started walking towards Sunghoons door. 

There was a knock on his door, and he got up to open it, and he saw you, there was mascara smudged by your eyes, and you were frowning. You went to hug him immediately, and he hugged you back tighter. 

“I’m sorry, Sunghoon, I didn’t mean to yell at you. I've just been so stressed out lately, and I took it out on you, and I feel so guilty-“ 

“Shh, it’s okay, love. I’m sorry that you’re stressed, and don’t apologize it’s not your fault it was mine, I should’ve listened to you when you asked me,” he reassured you, leading you to sit on his bed.

“No, I’m sorry, please don’t leave me, just stay here with me, please” 

He was surprised by your words, “Sweetie, why do you think I’ll leave you?” 

“Oh, I don’t know I thought that after that fight, you wouldn’t want to put up with me-“

“No, no, of course not, babe, I’ll never break up with you.” He gently grabbed your chin, making you look up at him. 

“Baby, I won’t ever leave you like that, okay? And please don’t feel guilty for getting mad at me when it was my fault.” 

“Okay,” you said, leaning your head on his and looking into his eyes. 

You two stared at each other for a few seconds before Sunghoon closed the gap between you both. 

Sunghoon grabbed your waist to pull you closer, and you started threading your fingers in his hair, then you both pulled away, slightly out of breath.

He stared at you with loving eyes. 

“I love you Y/n”

“I love you too, Sunghoon” 

In those moments, you both hope that there will be many more days together and how lucky you are to have each other.

Hope you enjoyed it, if you did please like, comment or reblog! thank you 𓂃۶ৎ

[rimatsu]

After apologies and accusations and nippy words and even more apologies comes the time for honesty. They talk for so long Tommy’s voice dissolves at the edges, a pharyngeal crackle seeping into his confessions. Candor feels a lot like being cored. He sits on Evan’s couch split in half like a pomegranate, red viscera exposed — peeled open for examination. For six months, he had only offered tiny morsels of himself, weighed bites meant to appease hunger and not satiate, but Evan has grown gluttonous in their time apart. Tommy is made to dig past the last vestiges of self-preservation and unearth everything he’d kept buried, exhuming skeletons and old hurt from the ground.

It's exhausting to the bone.

"I feel like I got hit by a bus," Tommy says once a hush of silence settles over the loft, rubbing the heel of his palm over a brow.

Evan smiles at him, and it's a touch rueful. "That's what happens when you condense half-a-year's worth of talking into 3 hours," he reasons, although not unkindly.

Silence eats away at the oxygen again until Evan reaches for Tommy's hand, thumb pressing into the blue rivers of his veins. Surely he can feel Tommy's pulse go seismic at the touch.

"We don't have to rush into anything," Evan starts, tentative and placating like he's speaking to a sighted animal. "I— I'll try to rein it in, go slow."

Bless his heart, Tommy thinks, because he sounds like he believes it. Evan isn't capable of slow. He can do undefined, he can even do superficial, but he's not wired for measured steps — his long legs are more suited for a gallop than a trot. Tommy knew that much by the second date. The absence of moderation had charmed and scared him in equal measure, drawn to it like moth to a flame until he realized he'd have to carry indelible burn scars like relics to his grave.

Tommy is under no illusion, but he gives a terse nod anyway, and then he watches as Evan’s lips part around an inhalation. It's that bolstering little intake of breath that precedes the big questions — the same one Evan took before inviting him to his sister's wedding, the same one he took before asking Tommy to move in with him.

He stares at Evan’s expanding diaphragm and braces himself for impact.

"But I can't— I can't do aimless either, Tommy," Evan barrels on, and squeezes at his wrist like he's holding Tommy in place so he can't physically recoil from his words. "I need to know we're walking in the same direction." Evan pauses for a heartbeat, and when he speaks again, conviction has steeled the timbre of his voice: "I want serious down the line. I want a life together, a shared home, a ring on my finger. Kids, the whole shebang," he continues, firm, no stammering in sight, like he's daring Tommy to dispute any of it again.

His eyes reflect the light overhead like glistening jewels. Their magnetic pull is as strong as the magnitude of Tommy's fears, powerful enough that he's considering living in communion with worry. Tommy swallows around the lump in his throat and pushes down the instinctive urge to run for the windows like the building is at flashover.

"There's no guarantee we'll make it far," he warns, because it bears repeating.

"No, there isn't," Evan agrees, like uncertainty isn't frightening or paralyzing. He's terrifying. "But if you're not gonna try anyway, if you're not buying what I'm selling, you might as well walk out now and spare us both the trouble."

Coming back is allowing Evan to become somatically essential the way an aortic valve is vital — it's giving him the power to deal a finishing blow with no warranty certificate. Tommy has flown through warzones, has dismantled and mended himself back into new shapes, has let fire lick at him and smoke suffocate him, but knocking on Evan’s door again might be the bravest thing he's ever done.

He takes a fortifying breath of his own and then surrenders to a mathematical probability.

"Yeah, I can do trying," he says, and it's a meagre offering — certainly not the type of reassurance that would reassure him, but it's everything Tommy has to give, amorphous and fragile but no less true.

Evan is more benevolent than him, anyway.

"Okay," he accepts, mercy shining in the blue of his irises. "That's good enough for now."

[pbueckerss]

something about you-pb

“ smoke on some weed while i’m sippin, “

“vent to me baby, “ ( 4x)

“after that we should get intimate baby im tryna do something explicit”.

inspired by oldluvnoir.aep’s edit on insta lol?? started on 2/28/25 let’s see if i finish.

this is very short btw lol kind of a blurb sorry i js needed to finally post something. plus paige 40 points today and hildago flop? well deserved post and proud of my girllll, hope you guys don’t hate it???? okay bye.

contains: smoking, smut, ( strap p, possessive p kind of?? ) depression.

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you honestly did not even know how the fuck you ended up on paige’s bed, passing the blunt around to her,

when you only came over because you were feeling desperate.

desperate for someone to talk to, to vent to, to finally let out what you’ve been feeling and carrying for so long,

for somebody to comfort you, to hold you, instead of you residing in only yourself.

you always found comfort in paige, just her presence bringing you this feeling of security, you felt safe with paige.

her automatically being your comfort person; so of course, when you were on on the verge of tears overflowing your eyes as you let yourself feel the pity and despair take complete, and utter control of your body,

you had grabbed your phone from the nightstand, asking paige can you come over, letting her know that you needed someone to talk to.

and now??? you were just….distracted from the main reason you came here,

like as soon as you seen paige it went away.

but it never really went away, did it?? it always never did. it just was replaced by a different feeling.

a feeling you couldn’t quite place, a feeling that was barely there but not going unnoticed.

is it joy?? happiness???desire???

honestly you didn’t even know, you just knew that black tee and cross chain combo was making you go literally insa-

“yo, you good??? you just spaced out hard asf, “ you heard the blonde say, permanently bringing you out of space as she placed the blunt in between your two fingers.

“ uh yeah P im good, just. wondering how i came over here to vent, and i ended up….like this, high on your bed. “

“ honestly?? idk after I heard everything you were saying, I js thought you needed it. you definitely needed a distraction, and idk jana had some left over and said i was free to use some, so. why not?”

“ also, the thought of you being fucked up in my bed isn’t the worst idea in the world,”

the blonde immediately had caught herself when she said that,

“ woahhhh pause. “

“ oh? so the thought of me being “ fucked up in your bed” ain’t the worse??” you said, a teasing remark. that’s all it was supposed to be.

“ nah, it ain’t. in every context. “

“every context? what other contexts you thinking about?” you said a quick response to paige’s words,

“ you know what im talking about.”

you knew exactly what context she was talking about, you knew she was thinking what you were thinking, but you also knew if you didn’t continue this, she would never act on it.

she would never let her feel the feelings you make her feel, she would distract herself from all of it.

your body,

your face,

your scent,

your personality,

everything, use some girl on her roster to try and fill that urge of temptation and hunger she felt whenever you were around.

so, you js decided to act oblivious.

“nah, you gon have to show me, p. “

you can then see the blonde’s eyebrow raise playfully as she chuckled, before she said: “ nah, you don’t know nothing about that, don’t know what you finna get yourself into.”

“ who don’t?”

you can then see paige’s mouth form into a deep smirk, as she said:” alright then”, before she pulled you into her lap, facing her.

—

“ paige, more”, you started to whimper, as you slowly took another inch of the silicone into your body, your face in a pillow while your back was arched up.

you could feel paige’s right hand slowly start to run circles around your bare hip, her other hand holding onto you tightly as she pulls out,

then you felt as the head of the strap immediately goes back in, giving you every inch that the toy had,

“c’mon, you can take it”, you hear the blonde’s husky, rough voice say, the words said throughout her panting.

no- you literally could not take it, you never thought you would say this about anyone, but…

you could literally feel into your fucking stomach, paige was relentless with her pace,

and she made sure she used the biggest strap she had on you,

because she wanted to destroy you. to claim you. to make sure you were hers and only hers,

in every aspect.

mind,

body,

and soul.

but for today? the body aspect was working just fine for her,

paige’s eyes admirable and full of a hunger that she was even scared to explore herself,

as she watched the way your ass moved on her strap while you were taking it from the back.

her free hand then moved from your hips, to in between your legs,

rubbing the top of your nub as she felt you throb against her fingers.

“oh my g-“ you whimpered, the noises and words coming out of your mouth guttural and out of your control,

you needed this.

you needed paige, specifically, to be the one to do it.

to make you come undone,

and she definitely was, you can feel that knot in your stomach tightening as she started to whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

“ you m’look so pretty taking me from the back”,

“ you’re doing so good for me”,

and all you could do is nod, but your ears immediately perked up as you heard her whisper:

“ you mines, you know that?”, in that possessive and breathy voice, which made the goosebumps on your skin crawl up, the voice that made you even wetter,

if that was even possible at this point.

you then shook your head yes reluctantly, before you felt that strap thrust in again and the momentary shock you had was no more,

a loud moan eliciting from your lips,

before you felt it.

you felt that knot break, your eyes involuntarily rolling back, that tension you felt gone,

your legs shaking, your body letting go.

you heard paige let out a sigh of relief, you didn’t know if she came too or she just loved having you face down, ass up, but she started to slow down,

letting you ride out that high that she knew affected you immensely.

after a couple of thrusts, she slowly pulled out, before she let your hip go gently, and moved her free hand from between your thighs.

she watched as you had turned yourself over, laying flat down on her pillow , as your legs shook and you were panting.

“ you good?” the blonde asked playfully.

“ yeah, im good, thanks, “

“ you know, im starting to think you knew what context i was talking about. you js wanted to get fucked didn’t you?” you heard paige say, the teasing clear in her voice.

“ and you fell for it, didn’t you?”

“ nah, you wasn’t slick, i js been wanting to see you face down, ass up for a while.

and i definitely, got that.”

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[thevoidscreams]

Omggg can we get a fic where sanguinius is in heat and he chases reader down and when he finally catches her he marks her up and breeds her (Its mating season for him and he needs to let that freakness out)

You get to experience your first rut with your husband.

Warnings: Feral sex, biting, marking, breeding, predator/prey dynamics, rough sex, extreme power imbalance.

this got a bit creepy in spots, there are some yan type vibes and the consent could be considered a bit dubious. Please this fic gets darker than most of my other ones. Proceed with caution, and if you aren't comfortable don't read. Also I had fun writing this, but I'll understand if you're not into it.

Word count:2108

He took deep lungfuls of the air around him as you fought to keep your body from moving, from breathing too deep or loud. Your heart was pounding like a drum, so hard that despite the plush rug under your body you were sure he could hear it.

"Oh little dove~ Why don't you come out now? Hunting you is only making me more excited."

A droplet of something watery hit the solid wood floor from just beyond the rug you were laying on under the bed. Whether that droplet was saliva or.. something else, you couldn't be sure.

Damn it he'd warned you. Told you to stay away, just for a while. But you were a fool in love, and you thought you knew better, thought your heart was correct. His words had been so pleading for you to stay away.

"I won't be myself, you must understand. I won't be in control of my mind or body, it won't be safe for you. Please my love, promise me, promise me you will stay away, where it is safe. If I get my hands on you, if I'm allowed to have you.." There was genuine fear in his eyes. "I don't know what will happen. I love you so much. Just promise me."

"I don't understand, what do you mean by this?"

"When I'm like this. I have no control, I don't remember things, I become blind to logic or reason." If he hurt you, he'd never forgive himself.

You had promised, but you lied, and now you were going to reap the consequences of your actions.

The sound of his feet retreating through your home as he called for you gave you just a brief moment of peace. But you couldn't rest. He was still out there.

As you took deep steadying breaths you were reminded of what had happened earlier that day.

Slipping your escort hadn't been easy. Raldoron was as sharp as the edge of an energy sword and more vigilant than a hawk.

Getting away from him to go and look for your beloved had been a task, first you had needed to be alone. Easy enough, you could lie about a bath, but every other part after that required you to sneak out a window, climb down a building and get past a dozen more astartes and then human guards.

It was such a stupid idea. Why hadn't you listened.

Well maybe it had been the psychic dreams of him, having intentionally locked himself in a cell for your safety.

When you found him he looked miserable. But there had been a gleam in his eyes when he saw you, a hunger that had nothing to do with blood. But you have allowed yourself to be blind to the truth.

He'd reached for you through the bars. Begging to touch you.

"I know you told me to stay away, but I just wanted to see you. And to tell you that I love you. I can hardly stand the few days I've been apart from you, but a whole other week just feels like torture." You told him, holding his finger in one hand as he smiled sweetly to you.

"No it is alright my darling dove." He cooed. You shivered at the use of his pet name for you.

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better, in fact I believe I am in control enough to be out for now. If you wouldn't mind, I would like a hug, just a hug." He assured you.

And you, the lovesick fool, ran off happily to find the keys to the tiger's cage.

When he was out. He smiled and stretched his wings. The look of love and content on his face twisted to something darker. Something you hadn't seen before.

"Guin?" You murmured, stepping back unconsciously as he turned his gaze on you. His pupils were blown wide and you understood then with terrible clarity the error of your ways.

"Run." He smiled, a wickedly gleeful look on his face. And you did, dropping the key in the process.

You escaped by sheer dumb luck. The thundering footfalls of the primarch falling behind you as you'd run, it had been like a scene from that old terran book about saurids.

Now you were hiding in your room, under your shared bed. It was terrifying. You struggled to hold back sobs of fear and distress.

Whoever that was, it didn't act like your husband. It acted like a monster.

You took a shaky breath, maybe you could get out, find Raldoron and tell him that Sanguinius was out. He would know what to do. Hells bells you were such a fool.

The floor suddenly dragged against your belly as an iron grip dragged you from the perceived safety of your hiding spot.

Another came down on your upper back, fingers pinning you to the floor.

"There you are, my dove."

You turned your face to look up at the drooling man you called your husband. His wild eyes burning with need as he crouched over you naked, his cock throbbing with what seemed to be a painful need.

"Why did you hide from me, little bird. I only wanted to give you that hug."

You wiggled under him. "Please, Sangy, I'm.. I'm sorry." You tried to crawl away but he was worlds beyond you in strength.

"It's alright dove. I know you didn't mean it." He lifted you by the back of your shirt and crushed you against his chest. "There there. That's a good girl." Even under the dear you couldn't deny the effect his words had on you. You loved when he called you good. It made you truly believe you were. But now, it only brought up a confusing blend of feelings.

You writhed in his grasp, but he didn't even seem to notice. He buried his face in your hair and took deep, deep breaths. Filling his lungs with you. "Sanguinius. Please. Your arms are too tight." You would sleep with him, give him consent under any normal circumstances but these weren't that.

"Such good timing my bird, you're at the peak of your fertility. This will be a fruitful union indeed."

The tearing of fabric accompanied the quiet trembling of your body. He held you crushed against him, his cock brushing your wet entrance. "So good for me." He pressed a kiss to your throat, and you jerked in his grasp. Murmuring that you were ticklish there.

He didn't reply, only pushed his cock into you. It was a familiar burning. One your body had grown used to. It felt good, really good, after the days alone with no one there to help you and fingers that felt inadequate for getting the job done, this fullness had been what you'd been craving.

But it felt hollow. Something was missing.

"Sanguinius." You whimpered.

He bared his teeth, drool splashing on the hard wood just below you as his whole body shook. "Oh little bird~!" He moaned aloud. His cock was pushed as deep as it would go. Filling you to the brim. "Gonna fill you so good. Gonna give you my little chicks." His hips drew back giving you a moment to breath, but as he thrust back in. You knew this wasn't going to be the gentle love making you usually had with your husband.

His hips snapped forward, his body curled over yours as he caged you between his body and the floor.

This wasn't love making, it wasn't even fucking. He was rutting, pulling you down to meet each thrust as he growled and hissed his pleasure at being inside you again. Mindless and blind to your cries below him. Half pleasured, half pained.

"Oh yes, take it little bird, take all of me inside you." It was the only warning you got before he unloaded his seed into you. His teeth bared, he sank them into your shoulder, deep, through the muscle to the bone. His claws raked down your back, warmth dripped from your flesh, droplets of blood dripped down to the floor below.

You wailed. Begging, pleading.

You were sure you'd have a brief moment of reprieve once his hips stopped but as he pulled back you saw the tortured expression on his face. For just a few moments, he was lucid once more. "Oh no," he shook, looking over your body, bruised and bloody. "Oh throne! Please no!" You shook in his arms trembling as you tried to reach for him. "RALDORON!" He cried, fighting his biological needs long enough to call for his son.

The door burst open to reveal the angel in red. "Emperor preserve, what happened!?" He went to his father who was weeping and shaking. "Take her. Please." Raldoron grabbed a heavy blanket, wrapping you in the fabric as his father's thirst helped stem the other needs coursing through his veins.

You didn't remember anything after the bite, only that it felt cold around you and there were panicked voices.

There was terrible commotion for what felt like forever.

Then nothing.

Sanguinius had hurt you. It was all he could think through his body's haze of heat and hormones. Raldoron had taken you away as the angel stumbled back to his cage.

Someone found the key and locked it again. His hair and nails and body was painted with the red of your rapidly cooling blood.

"She'll make a full recovery." He wasn't sure who gave him the news but he was grateful. "Oh my love." He went when he was alone, cursing his body for whining for more of your body, more of your blood. He would never allow this to happen again.

You awoke in the medicae days later. Your body felt fuzzy and warm. Painkillers you realized sluggishly. There were stitches in your shoulder and back.

An apothecary came in to check on you. Told you what happened.

He didn't have to scold you, he simply told you that your husband was properly contained again. You began to weep, the guilt eating at you harder than your husband. "You will recover my lady. There is no need to be so upset." You shook your head and laid down, not having the energy to explain.

You loved your husband and you'd made him a promise. Only to break it days later and almost get yourself killed. Even still you didn't blame him. You blamed yourself. "When will I be able to see him?"

"Three days. You should rest till then." You did ask after him every day and asked for him to be sent for as soon as possible. Just hoping this wouldn't be the end of your marriage. He'd have every right to send you away for doing this. You just hoped it never came to that.

Sanguinius was dressed and out of the cage as soon as he was mentally stable.

He was informed that you'd sent for him. He feared the worst. As upset with you as he was for you doing what you'd done, he didn't want you hurt. As he went to you he felt a pool of sickness churn in his guts. What if you asked him to let you go? What if you were too traumatized and wanted to leave him? He would never forgive himself if he'd lost you.

When he pushed through the doors to the medicae he was surprised to see you up. You rushed him, tears leaking from your eyes. "I'm so sorry." You cried as he fell to his knees to embrace you. "I know I was wrong, it was stupid. I'm sorry." You shook and he just held you, your face buried in his chest. "My dove, I should be apologizing. I hurt you so badly." You shook your head.

"I couldn't keep my promise, I lied to you, I got hurt and you didn't deserve any of that." You hugged him as tight as you could. "Please don't send me away. Please don't make me leave for this."

He looked down at you, puzzled. "Why would I do that?" "Because I almost got myself killed and worse it was you. You told me not to. But I went to you anyway. I let you out, you sounded so normal." He shushed you. "I know what happened, I saw the security feed." He soothed. "And I won't be letting you go. You are my wife. And you understand now?"

You nodded. He sighed. Some lessons had to be learned the hard way he supposed. And this was certainly a lesson you would never forget.