#I'm just going to see if i can sleep the hunger off (if i can sleep bc my mind is buzzing like crazy)

[liquidstar]

I wish I had enough money to get some real food today 😔 I need to leave here and get a job that pays me at least minimum wage

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining Ghost telling you that he'll kill anyone you decide to sleep with that isn't him. And, of course, when Soap finds out he's got a bit of a death wish.

Like, you and Simon are just friends with benefits. He drops by your place whenever he gets a leave and that's it. No strings attached. Just something quick to fill the time. At least, that's the way it'd always been.

"If you fuck anyone else m' a kill 'im."

It's hard to take him seriously when he's got you face down on floor with your ass up in the air. You groan and try to push your hips back against him. He grabs you by the scruff of your neck and cranes your head back. You whine at the discomfort but he doesn't stop. He mutters the threat into your ear again before finally letting you go.

You cum harder than you'd like to admit. But when you finally come back down to Earth, you start to wonder. You try to ask him about it but he says nothing. Whatever this is - it's supposed to be no strings attached. You're allowed to see other people. You're allowed to fuck other people.

But you've never known Simon to be anything other than a man of his word. His threat is more than likely serious. You don't know much about his background other than he's military and that he's sustained heavy trauma over the years. So, you find that you don't really want to try him.

It's easy for awhile. Simon always leaves you satiated. But, as weeks turn into months you start to feel your skin crawl. You would've already called up your other friends with benefits by now. Instead, you'd blocked them all that first week he'd left.

You try to ignore your hunger, but it festers into a deep seated need none of your toys can rid you of. You get a call from Simon one night after a fruitless tryst with your vibrator. He sounds to be in better spirits after you whine about how much you miss him. You don't even realize how you sound until the words are already out of your mouth.

"Johnny's gonna drop by t' check in on you, love." Ghost hums contentedly. "Show 'im a good time."

He hangs up.

What does he mean by that? You'd met Johnny numerous times before. You'd flirted and enjoyed yourself in his presence but...he's Simon's best friend. Show him a good time? Does he want you to screw him? But...he said he'd kill anyone you sleep with?

You try to keep your resolve when Johnny drops by later that evening. He's his usual charming self - touchy and too comfortable. You voice to him your unease, but he brushes it off with more shameless flirting over your homemade dinner. After dinner, he practically throws you up onto the kitchen table. You kick and push at his chest with outstretched arms. Whatever this is can't happen.

"No! Johnny, he'll kill you." You squawk, pushing at his jaw, trying to keep his lips off of you.

"He wouldn't dare!" He laughs as he forces off your panties with impatient hands.

He flips you over on your stomach, forces your shirt and bra off. He humps desperately against you, slipping his cock out of his jeans. He smells of sweat and musk - as if he'd run straight to your flat after receiving Simon's call.

"Johnny, please." You try to reason with him. "I don't want you getting hurt."

"Hurt? Simon'd never hurt me, love." He hums, tweaking one of your nipples with one hand while he eases open your folds with the other.

"He loves me just as much as he loves you! Besides-"

Johnny laps a long stripe from your collarbone, up across your neck and chin, before stopping to press a firm kiss directly to your lips. You shy away at first, but it isn't but a moment longer before you melt into him. It's been so long...and Johnny is willing to take the risk.

"If he did try to kill me it'd sure be one hell of a fight." He smirks, pressing himself deep inside of you. You whine, tears pricking in your eyes as he practically splits you open with how thick he really is.

"I think I could take 'im nowadays. Aye know all his secrets!"

[starlightsalvatore]

hunger / damon salvatore x reader

i'm back !!! I needed to write a damon one-shot while I work on a new fic and this just tumbled right out of me lol

hunger / damon salvatore x reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: everything??? drinking, swearing, blood sharing, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p-in-v, a tiny bit of degradation?? this is self indulgant filth, seriously 18+ mdni

You ran a hand through your hair as you walked back and forth, unsure of what else to do with the restless energy surging through your system as you tried to fight one of your most basic, primal urges… hunger. Your fingers drummed against your thigh as you tried to focus on anything else, find something in your brain worth occupying your mind and switching course from the visuals running through your head. Your recent transition had been a shock to everyone, and Stefan had you on a tight leash to keep you in check… and you’d been on board, at first. You never wanted to cause harm, to be the reason someone else’s life ended, but with the itch in your veins threatening to undo you completely you couldn’t really find it in you to care anymore.

You heard your door push open and your head snapped up to see Damon walking in, two glasses and a bottle in his hand with an unamused expression, “if you don’t knock it off I’m going to have to replace the floor,” he said, setting everything on the dresser before pouring two generous cups of bourbon. 

“Not now, Damon,” you sighed, ignoring him entirely as your feet remained on course.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked and you shook your head.

“Not really,” you said as he shoved a glass in your hand, his eyes telling you to drink which you did… all in one gulp and he was a little surprised as he took it to refill. 

“Well, something’s gotta give,” he replied as you finished the second as quickly as the first. “At this rate the bottle will be gone in a minute and I’m not replacing original flooring.” He gripped your shoulders, halting your movements and you huffed, looking up at him.

“I’m hungry, Damon,” you said, as if it pained you to do so and he furrowed his brow.

“The freezer is full- oh,” he cut himself off, realizing that’s not what you meant as a smirk spread across his features. “You want your blood at 98.6,” he said and you rolled your eyes, pushing him off you.

“Will you cut it out?” You poured another glass, hoping at some point the alcohol would subdue your cravings but you knew that was about as likely as him leaving you alone, so you tried another angle. “I can’t… Damon, the blood bags aren’t doing it for me, I can’t think, I can’t sleep… will you please take me out?” For a moment you thought he’d say yes, revel in the opportunity to feed with abandon with someone else, but it wasn’t that easy.

“No can do, sweetheart,” he replied and your brows pinched. “I’ve got enough on my plate without you losing control and giving me more bodies to deal with.” He was right, there was too much going on and you spinning out wasn’t an option, but that didn’t make it any easier of an answer to tolerate. He gave you a once over, it wasn’t as if he didn’t want to take you out… he would have loved to, but you were new and he knew you could eventually get to where he was, one day you’d be able to feed and leave them alive with no memory of what had happened, but that day wasn’t today, you had a long way to go and he couldn’t afford to have you slip up.

But… he couldn’t afford to have you slip up. One look told him you were wound tight, the diet Stefan had you on was restrictive, never enough to fully satisfy, and the less you drank the tighter you spun, threatening a catastrophic snap he could only assume was looming on the horizon with how frustrated you looked right now. He ran through his options, knowing letting you sit in this hunger any longer would result in a much bigger problem, but the only thing he could think of posed another set of issues and would lead to him teetering on the edge instead of you.

He let out a sigh, closing the distance between you and plucking the glass from your hands to discard on the dresser and you looked up at him questioningly, the invasion of space catching you by surprise. His normally bright eyes were dark and swimming with something you couldn’t understand, deep blue pools you found yourself getting lost in as you waited for him to say something. “You need to feed,” he said and your eyes fluttered shut just at the thought.

“I need to feed,” you whispered and he nodded, catching your chin between his fingers and forcing your head back up when you tried to look down and the action had your breath catching somewhere in your throat. 

“You still haven’t felt it, have you?” he asked, voice low and you shuddered. “What it’s like to sink your teeth into something…” you shook your head, Stefan hadn’t allowed you to drink anything that didn’t come from a cup. “Poor thing,” he chuckled, he could feel the tension radiating off you in waves, you were practically shaking beneath him as you fought to retain your grip on your sanity, on your control.

“Damon,” you sighed, eyes pleading and he just smiled as he gripped your hand and brought it up to his neck, the pulse beneath your fingers driving you wild. 

“When you feed you have to be careful… if you bite just along here,” he said, dragging your fingers along the vein, “you can control the flow. It doesn’t have to be messy,” he explained and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the subtle way his skin moved with each beat of his heart, the sight bringing the veins beneath your eyes to the surface, your fangs descending.

“Don’t fight it,” he said, noticing you trying to rein it in, and you were having a hard time focusing on anything with the way his hands were trailing up your arms, pulling you closer. “Go on,” he tilted his head just slightly, “give it a try.” he encouraged and this pulled your focus, eyes snapping to his as you tried to ascertain if he was being serious. You had a lot left to learn, but blood sharing was personal, and you knew that… but all you saw in those dark blue eyes was a fire simmering beneath the surface you were sure was a mirror image of your own.

You slowly reached onto your tiptoes, as if he were a deer in the woods threatening to startle and bolt, but the closer you got the harder it was to resist, anticipation burning through your veins at the prospect of giving in. Your fangs were tentative as they broke the skin just where he’d indicated, but the first drop of blood immediately made you feel dizzy and intoxicated… It wasn't enough. You quickly grew feverish, your hand wrapping around his throat as you surged forward, crashing into the wall behind you and he let out a grunt as his back collided with the hard surface, pinned in place as you fed.

“There you go… that’s it,” he said, leaning back as he relaxed and let you take what you needed. His arm snaked around your waist while a hand brushed the hair from your face, cradling the back of your head as warm blood radiated through your body. A soft groan fell from his lips as you drank from him, and the sound elicited an unexpected reaction from you, your hand tightening around his throat and your body pushing flush against his and despite everything in you telling you to continue, you forced yourself back knowing if you didn’t stop you’d bleed him dry. 

Your eyes were wild and satisfied as they met his, and he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, collecting the remnants and you were almost surprised when your lips wrapped around him, ensuring you didn’t waste a single drop. His smirk returned when he felt your tongue slide across his skin, “better?” he asked and you nodded, keeping him in your mouth for maybe a second longer than you needed to. The air was charged between you, you’d just crossed a line in the sand and you wanted to push a little further, go a little farther… 

Part of him knew he should put an end to this… stop before it went any further. He knew it before he’d even offered up a vein for you, he knew as soon as he did he’d be teetering on this ledge and he didn’t have that much self control when it came to you. Perhaps, if he really analyzed the situation, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind why you’d been so worked up, he knew what you needed and instead of letting you wreak havoc on the blood cooler he let you push him against a wall and take what you wanted, he let you feed from him in the most intimate way he could think of. 

And when you were looking up at him like that, eyes mischievous and holding an unspoken challenge with his blood still on your plump lips, who was he to resist? Your chest was heaving with anticipation as you waited for him to do something, anything, and the movement was so fast you almost didn’t register his hand curling around your throat, flipping you around and slamming you against the wall with such force you were sure you’d be dead if you were human. Your gasp of surprise was swallowed by his mouth on yours, searing and frenzied as he connected your lips and kissed you with a hunger that rivaled your own only moments ago. 

You both fought for dominance, neither one of you willing to submit just yet but you were outmatched… he grabbed your wandering hands and pinned them above your head, grip so tight you whined as he kissed down your neck, biting into you the same way you’d done with him and you couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips as he did. Your hips rolled forward and feeling his hardening length against you gave you the surge of confidence you needed to break your hands free, sliding down his chest to pull his shirt apart, buttons flying and clattering against the floor as you pushed the fabric over his shoulders. 

His lips were greedy across the expanse of your chest as he nipped and sucked the soft skin, tearing your shirt to shreds as he pulled it from you, a mess of fabric in your wake as you surged forward and pushed him into the wall opposite you, regaining your upper hand. Glass shattered on the floor around you as the force rattled the dresser but you couldn’t find it in you to care what had broken as your hands pulled his belt free, fingers quickly undoing the button as you sank to the floor and pulled his jeans with you.

His length stood erect in front of you and you were quick to take him in your mouth, focusing your tongue on his swollen tip as your hand worked what didn’t fit, and you couldn’t help but moan around him at the groan that fell from his lips, “such a good girl,” he cooed, his sweet words undercut by the harsh hand in your hair gripping and pulling you closer, forcing you to gag around him and the sensation had his head falling back against the wall. Tears sprung to your eyes at the sharp pain in your scalp and the way he was hitting the back of your throat, but all you could focus on was the throbbing between your thighs and he didn’t miss the way you clenched them together, desperate for friction. 

You were quickly on your back, too caught up in the moment to bother moving to the bed and you pushed glass aside as he settled between your legs, tearing your underwear off and diving in like a man starved and you could feel his smirk against you at your surprised moan, head hitting the floor as your back arched in pleasure. He switched between your clit and your entrance, not giving either attention long enough to give you what you really needed, and you whined as your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging harshly.

“Damon, please,” you sighed, hips bucking against his face and he focused his attention on your sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue expertly working you up as you shamelessly moaned his name. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew with the way you kept slamming each other against walls and the floor, the breaking glass, and the sounds falling from both your lips someone might come to make sure you were alright, but you couldn’t find it in you to care… not when he felt as good as he did between your legs. 

Your moan changed in pitch when he slid two fingers into your entrance and it went straight to his cock, his head swimming as he watched you come close to falling apart above him. When he crooked his fingers just so your grip in his hair tightened, pulling him closer as you started to grind against him, “fuck, just like-” you were cut off by your own moan when he started massaging that spot inside you, legs trembling as you careened off the ledge. His touches remained merciless as pure euphoria surged through your veins, your head cloudy as your body trembled. 

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered against you, kissing his way up your body and you tugged him closer to reconnect your lips, tongues swirling against each other as you tasted yourself on him. His hands felt greedy and possessive as they roamed over you, gripping tight enough to leave bruises that would heal before they even had a chance to form, and it was as if neither of you could get enough. You pushed forward, tugging him up with you and all but throwing him onto the bed and his smirk was devilish as he watched you crawl on top of him.

He looked like he was about to say something but you didn’t give him the opportunity as you kissed him, rough and demanding as your hips settled above his, hand reaching between you to line him up at your entrance and you both let out groans as you took him inch by inch. The stretch was sweet, filling you almost to your breaking point as you settled fully and started to roll your hips against him, shuddering at the feeling.

“Fuck,” he moaned as you started to bounce up and down, setting an unforgiving pace and you felt like you could feel him everywhere, every nerve ending radiating with fire. He sat up to wrap his arms around you, hips bucking to meet yours in a way that had your head rolling back and he took the opportunity to sink his teeth into your neck and you had never felt pleasure like this before. His hand was firm around your throat as your body shook with each thrust and soon you were boneless in his lap, only able to hold yourself upright as he drank you in. 

When he pulled back you licked along his lips, face changing at the taste of blood and he swore he’d never seen anything sexier. Neither of you was going to last much longer, not like this, and he delivered a rough smack to your ass that had you whining and rolling against him. “Oh my god,” you breathed out, letting your forehead fall against his and he smacked again, gripping the tender skin, “Damon-” you tried, but nothing would come out.

“What’s that, sweetheart?” he teased, gripping your hair and pulling you back to look at him, “oh, look at you… all cock drunk and fucked out,” he teased and you had nothing to say as a firm thrust had you seeing stars. You buried your face in his neck, fangs sinking into his skin as you felt your release barreling towards you, the mixture of blood and his steady thrusts too much to bear and a streak of red trailed down your body as you came, only able to shout his name as you cried out.

Your grip on him was maddening, pulling him right over the edge with you as you milked him for everything he had, and when you both slowed to a stop you were having a hard time catching your breath, your mind floating somewhere above you as you tried to return to your body. You felt his tongue along your chest, cleaning up your mess as you leaned back and he tried to commit the sight to memory… your hair wild, cheeks flushed, and skin dewy as blood lingered along your skin. 

You still weren’t fully with him, stuck in a haze as you felt him whisk you into his bedroom, and into the bathroom and it wasn’t until you were under the stream of water with him that you hummed contently against his lips as he kissed you softly, “there she is,” he chuckled.

His hands were delicate as they roamed you, and yours slid down the front of his chest as you looked up at him, doe eyed and happy. “That was…” you trailed off, unsure of what word to use to fully sum it up and he placed another soft kiss on your lips.

“Everything you ever dreamed of?” he provided and you laughed as you swatted his chest. 

“Hush,” you replied, feigning annoyance but you didn’t have it in you to feel anything other than bliss. The rest of your shower was spent with wandering hands and sweet kisses, a stark contrast to how rough and domineering you’d been with each other and when he pulled you into bed and wrapped himself around you, you looked up at him as your fingers trailed along his chest absentmindedly.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, and you flushed slightly under his gaze.

“It was more than I dreamed of,” you answered, and he raised a brow in question. “I haven’t… I hadn’t done that since turning, I didn’t know it could be like that,” you explained and realization passed over his features.

“My god,” he chuckled, “no wonder you were wound so tight.” His hand on your back was comfortable, holding you tight against him as he rubbed soothingly, “we’ll go on a little trip this weekend,” he said as you rested your head on his chest.

“A trip?” 

You felt him nod, “away from all the chaos here… we’ll find you some warm bodies and I’ll teach you how to do it the right way, you don’t have to live a life of blood bags forever.” 

“I don’t know, you seemed to do the trick,” you teased and he laughed.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what you’re missing.” 

[tbaluver]

hello there ! firstly, i wanted to tell you that i genuinely love your writing bc of the amazing characterization of the lnds boys !!! i wanted to request smth myself <3 feel free to ignore this if it's smth not within your taste !

i just recently thought that it would be cute to have a reader with a disney princess-like voice singing lullabies ! it could be their child or someone they babysit ! you could do any of the lnds boys that react to this but personally i'd like to see zayne (mainly bc he'd probably see reader at the hospital's kids area doing this !) and sylus, please ! thank you for your writing, we adore it ! ฅᐢ..ᐢ₎♡

When They Hear You Singing A Lullaby- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: fluff fluff a/n: eeeee anonnie i'm so happy to hear you love my writings it always makes me day !! im always grateful and love your guys support for my silly writings ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) i hope this is alright and that you enjoy this anonnie ! and also this emoticon is so cute omg i'm going to use this often ฅᐢ..ᐢ₎♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

You thought he would be sound asleep when he was over at your place when you were babysitting one of your co-workers baby. The baby wasn't necessarily fussy at all with you but it started crying because it couldn't go to sleep. It woke Xavier up and he followed the sound of the crying down the hall until he overheard you singing a lullaby.

He would peek through the door to hear and watch you put the baby back to sleep. He watches in pure adoration, a soft smile spreading across his face. After you gently set the baby down, he approaches you slowly, his arms wrapping around your waist and his chin rests on your shoulder. "You sang so beautifully," He whispers softly, careful not to disturb the baby. "Can you sing me to sleep next?"

"As if you need any help sleeping" You joked but you did it anyway. You sang a soft lullaby as he rested his head on your chest. He drifted off to sleep almost instantly, a soft smile on his face, before you could even finish the song

Zayne:

While waiting for Zayne to finish his shift at the hospital, you received a text from him apologizing for the delay; he needed to discuss an upcoming operation with his colleagues. You texted him to take his time and began exploring the familiar hospital halls. As you wandered, you found yourself in the children’s area, admiring the colorful murals that brighten the space. Your growing hunger led you in search of a vending machine, but instead, you encountered a crying familiar child patient. You remember this child when you collected their drawings for the charity event you and Zayne helped with.

You crouch down to meet eye level with the child asking if they needed any assistance or if they needed a nurse but they simply shook their head saying that they can't find the nurse and that they can't sleep. They tugged your arm and asked if you can tell them a story or sing them a lullaby and you were more than happy to help out.

After finishing his shift, Zayne looked for you in the work hallway, but it was empty. He texted you but got no response, so he followed your shared location. As he approached, he heard you singing a familiar children's lullaby. Peeking through the door, he saw your back turned as you sang. He didn't want to interrupt but wanted to hear the whole song for himself too, captivated by your delicate and graceful voice. He was literally melting on the spot as he heard you sing. A smile would slowly spreading across his lips.

He's heard you humming before, usually when your doing your work or when you were helping him out in the kitchen. You let your mind drift off just a little bit as you hummed some of your favorite melodies. He already knew you had a beautiful voice but every time he tried to comment on it, your cheeks would heat up in embarrassment.

Lost in thought, Zayne was startled when you both unexpected crossed paths. You jumped as you emerged from the room, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment, worried that he had heard everything. He spoke first, "There is no reason to be flustered. I think you have a beautiful voice and it's certainly comforting. Whenever you are comfortable I would like to hear more of it."

Rafayel:

He was over at your house while you babysat one of your co-workers baby for the day. He asked if you needed any help when the baby started crying but you said it was okay as you ran off the go tend to the baby while he continued sketching on his sketchbook.

That's when he hears your voice. He sets aside his pencil and sketchbook, stopping his work to peek through the doorway. There, he watches you sing a lullaby while gently cradling the baby. He would think that your voice was beautiful and enchanting that seemed to effortlessly captivate all who hears it.

When you gently put the baby back down to it's bed, he'll be upset. Not literally. But upset that he hasn't heard you sing him a lullaby or ever heard you sing first or at all. He would pout and want you to sing him a lullaby immediately.

When you do, he falls asleep on your shoulder while he was sketching so when he wakes up he thinks your secretly full Leumurian because he hasn't heard a beautiful voice like that years ago.

Sylus:

While Sylus was away on business, you let him know that you were busy taking care of your coworker's baby at your shared home. To be prepared, you had Luke and Kieran on standby in case you needed a break. When the baby began to cry, you swiftly picked them up, cradling them and singing a soothing song. Meanwhile, Luke and Kieran lingered in the hallway, and one of them decided to record your sweet singing and send it to Sylus, giggling as they did so knowing that he would love this.

As night fell and your coworker came to collect their baby, Sylus arrived shortly afterward. “Two little crows mentioned you can sing, sweetie. Is that true?” A blush spread across your cheeks, realizing that the twins had set you up once again. "I wish I could have been there to hear it myself. A video is not the same to hearing your mesmerizing voice in person."

Although he finds it amusing and adorable, he would ask if you could sing him a song to help him unwind because the business he dealt with was stressful. He wouldn't pressure you to sing him a lullaby but he would reassure you that your voice was already one of his favorite sounds already and nothing would ruin that.

That seemed to ease your worries, and as you both settled into bed, you let him unwind. You sang the same lullaby to him that you’d sung to the baby. Your gentle voice was incredibly soothing, wrapping him in a warmth and coziness he hadn’t felt in a long time. Despite his usual trouble with sleep, your voice made his eyelids grow heavy, a contented smile spreading across his lips as he drifted off.

It was no surprise that he loved hearing you sing and you having this skill made him think that it made you more beautiful to him than you already were.

[cheoliehansolie]

The Hoodie

Summary: Wonwoo learns something interesting about you wearing his hoodies.

Word Count: ~2.8 k

Pairing: fem reader x Wonwoo

Warnings: Implied smut and a bit suggestive

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You woke up to the soft rays of sunlight filtering into your room through your blinds. Waking up to the warmth of sunlight on your cheeks had to be your favorite part of spring. Glancing at the clock on your bedside table, you shock yourself with how early you’ve woken up on a Saturday.

Normally you’re one to sleep until you absolutely need to get out of bed on the weekends, but today you’ve somehow managed to wake up at 7:30. Feeling proud of yourself, you decide to take this as your sign to be productive and to spend the day finally cleaning your apartment.

This past week had been hectic with work and the semester coming to an end that you barely had time to sleep, let alone clean your space. So, your apartment had been looking like a tornado blew through it for a while now and it definitely was not helping your mental state.

Deciding to bite the bullet, you shove your blanket from off your figure and force yourself out of bed. What? Just because you woke up early and decided to be productive in your head doesn’t mean that it’s not hard to get out of bed, especially when the mornings are still cold.

You rush into the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth and shower to warm yourself up. Once you’re done with your shower, you put on a pair of leggings and your hoodie (yeah, definitely yours and not your boyfriend’s).

As you’re tying your hair up into a ponytail, you make your way out of your room and into the living room. You immediately groan seeing all your college papers on your dining table which is serving as your makeshift desk, the trash on your kitchen counters, and the pile of dirty dishes in the sink.

Seeing the amount of overall filth in your living space, you were extremely tempted to just go back to bed and pretend you never had plans of cleaning, but you knew that if you didn’t clean your apartment now, you never would. So, you grab your phone, blast your cleaning playlist, and get to work.

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It took you basically all morning just to clean your kitchen and it’s safe to say that morale was at an all time low. You collapsed onto your couch out of exhaustion and hunger. You hadn’t expected it to take so long to clean so you thought you could just eat breakfast after cleaning.

The second your body began relaxing on the couch, you heard a knock at your door. You laid there silently hoping that the person at your door would leave, but less than a minute later the knocking continued.

You let out a groan of frustration as you force yourself off the couch and make the trek to the front door less than a few feet away.

You swing open your front door, a frown still on your face. It takes you a second to register who’s at your door, but when you do, you’re left confused.

Wonwoo stands in front of you dressed casually a pair of gray sweatpants and a black tee shirt. You notice in one hand he’s holding a white plastic bag, which you can only assume contains take out.

“Wonwoo? What are you doing here?” you ask as you wrack your brain trying to remember if you had plans to see each other today.

“You weren’t answering any of my texts so I decided to stop by and make sure everything was okay.” he explains as you step aside letting him into your apartment.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I spent the past few hours cleaning. I haven’t been on my phone since I got up. I didn’t mean to worry you.” you say with your lips slightly down turned and eyebrows furrowed.

You felt bad for making him worry to the point that he felt the need to come to your apartment.

“Hey, it’s fine.” he says softly, noticing how upset you looked at yourself. “I wanted to see you anyways, so you not answering gave me an excuse to see you.”

Once Wonwoo took his shoes off, he finally registered what you looked like. His lips almost immediately turned up into a small smile as he realized that the hoodie you were wearing was none other than his own. He noticed the subtle flush in your cheeks, the thin sheen of sweat creating a film over your skin, and the way strands of hair were falling out of your ponytail. 

Noticing the fact that Wonwoo was just silently standing in your entryway, you ushered him deeper into your apartment. Honestly, you had noticed his eyes wandering over your figure and you couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed by the current state of your appearance. You and Wonwoo had been dating for about a year, but something about the way he looks at you makes you feel the same way you did during your first date.

“So, whatcha got in the bag?” you asked, looking pointedly at the plastic bag in his right hand.

“Oh, this? I picked up lunch from your favorite place. I thought you might’ve been sleeping or something when I texted you so I thought it would be nice to bring you some food.”

“Aww, thank you so much babe!” you exclaim in excitement. “Why don’t you go sit on the couch and I’ll just grab us some plates from the kitchen?”

Wonwoo gives you a nod as he makes his way to the couch. He places the bag of food on the table in front of him and he watches as you walk around the kitchen grabbing plates, utensils, and glasses of water for the two of you. He can’t help but coo every time you tug at the sleeves of his too large hoodie to grab everything.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you ask once you’ve joined your boyfriend on the couch.

“No reason. You just look cute in my hoodie, that’s all.” he says, a small smile of endearment grazing his lips.

You feel yourself flush at his statement and pull your hair out of your lopsided ponytail as an attempt to distract yourself from how flustered Wonwoo still makes you even after how long you’ve been dating.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” you ask, trying to steer the conversation to more neutral territory. 

Wonwoo can’t keep himself from smiling a little wider at your flustered state, but he decides to take pity on you and drops the subject. Just this once, though.

Soon enough, conversation flows easily between the two of you as you share your meal together. Before you know it, the plates in front of you are empty and there lies another thing left for you to clean. Just as you’re about to get up to clean the small mess in front of you (it merely is a drop of water in the ocean of a mess your apartment is), Wonwoo beats you to it and is stacking the dirty utensils in his hands.

“Wonwoo, I can clean it.” you whine when he motions for you to stay seated as he continues cleaning.

“You can rest on the couch. Didn’t you say that you spent the entire morning cleaning?” he asks.

“Yeah, but I -” before you can finish your sentence, Wonwoo cuts you off.

“No buts! You looked exhausted when I got here. The least I can do is clean up the mess I helped make. Besides, I’m not called the dishwashing fairy for nothing.” he says with a smile.

Before you can protest, Wonwoo gives you a pointed look and you realize there’s no way that you can change his mind so you collapse backwards onto your couch letting him do whatever he wants.

You’re left alone with your thoughts for the first time today with the soft clattering of dishes coming from the kitchen serving as white noise. You’re suddenly aware of how warm you feel and you feel as though you are overheating. 

You had spent the day either distracted by cleaning or distracted by Wonwoo that you didn’t realize the rise in temperature in your apartment. It was finally spring time and as much as you loved it, you despised how it would be so cold in the mornings and evenings but warm in the afternoons making it almost impossible to dress appropriately without freezing in the morning or melting in the afternoon.

Feeling sweat prickle on your skin, you decide the only thing you can do is change out of Wonwoo’s thick hoodie into a thin, flowy tee shirt.

When you get up to go change, Wonwoo can see you from your kitchen sink a few feet away and he’s instantly curious as to what you’re up to.

“Where’re you going, love?” he asks from the sink as he continues to scrub the plate in front of him.

“I’m gonna change into something thinner. It’s too warm to be wearing a hoodie right now.” you say as you stop at the entryway of your kitchen to respond to him.

“Why do you need to change for that, though?” he asks, taking his eyes off the plate in front of him to glance at you with his confused eyes.

“I just told you, I’m overheating.” you say, confused as to why he’s confused.

“Can’t you just take it off here?”

You feel heat rush to your face, and you’re now feeling warm from embarrassment.

“Well… I would but…” you trailed off, hoping that you would just disappear or he would drop the subject.

“But…?” Wonwoo asks, having finished washing the dishes and giving you his full attention.

You take a deep breath to steady yourself. Just say it quickly, it’s like ripping a bandaid off. you think to yourself.

In one breath, as quickly as you can, you say, “I would but I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

It takes Wonwoo a second to understand what you said, but when he does, less than ten seconds after the words left your mouth, you’re already in your room with the door closed behind you.

Wonwoo feels his cheeks heat up as he realizes that this entire day, including the past hour plus that the two of you spent together, the only thing separating your top half from the rest of the world was his hoodie. He originally thought you looked so cute drowning in his hoodie and while he still does, this new information changes his entire perception of the time you’ve spent together.

Meanwhile, you were pacing around your room silently screaming at yourself. I can’t believe I just told him that I was both shirtless and braless under his hoodie. Why would I do that? What if he thinks I’m weird? Or worse, what if I made him uncomfortable? 

Letting out a defeated groan, you force yourself to push all these worries out of your head. You decide that you can’t hide in your room forever, mainly because you know Wonwoo would come looking for you at some point. So, you change into a loose fitting shirt, take a deep breath, and step out of your room.

Your eyes immediately search the kitchen to see if Wonwoo is where you left him, but he’s not there anymore. You wander deeper into your apartment and you find Wonwoo sitting on your couch, casually scrolling on his phone. 

You don’t think he notices your presence and based on how calm he looks, you feel hopeful that he either a) forgot the conversation happened or b) didn’t think it was as much of a big deal as you made it out to be in your head. But when you sit on the other end of the couch and Wonwoo drops his phone to the side to look at you with a knowing smirk on his face, you realize that you were so, so, so wrong.

“So, you wanna talk about it?” Wonwoo asks with a teasing glint in his eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you respond, feigning innocence and looking anywhere but your boyfriend sitting a few inches away from you.

“Really? Because I seem to recall you saying that you weren’t wearing anything under my hoodie today.”

Your face flushes for the thousandth time today and you can’t help but feel a little guilty.

“Listen Wonwoo, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier. That wasn’t my intention.” you say, looking into his eyes earnestly.

“Wait, why are you apologizing?” he asks you confused.

“Because it’s obvious that I made you uncomfortable earlier.” 

“Babe, I don’t know why you would think I would feel uncomfortable by it. The only reason I didn’t respond was because I was just a little shocked, that’s all. If anything, it’s kinda hot now that I know that you’ve been walking around with nothing underneath my hoodie.”

Feeling embarrassed by assuming that Wonwoo was uncomfortable and by hearing his true feelings, you grab a throw pillow from your couch and bury your face into it.

“I can’t believe I embarrassed myself in front of you twice in one day.” you mumble into the pillow.

“Hey, this can’t be as embarrassing as when you tripped over Vernon’s bag and ended up spilling your drink on Mingyu’s lap.” Wonwoo says.

“I thought we all agreed to not bring that up anymore.” you whine as you hit him with the pillow in your hands.

“I’m just saying, you’ve done more embarrassing things in your life than telling me you're naked under my hoodie.”

“Wow, thank you so much Wonwoo. I feel so much better about myself.” you say sarcastically.

“Aww, babe I’m sorry.” he says as he reaches for your hands.

“Forget it.” you say, faking annoyance as you get up to go clean off your dining table turned desk.

“Babe.” Wonwoo whines as he rushes behind you and grabs your wrist.

Before you know it, Wonwoo tugs at your wrist pulling you close into his chest. Your breath hitches at the boldness of his actions and you peer up at him through your lashes to see what his next move is.

He removes his hand from your wrist and gently raises your chin so he can look into your eyes.

“I’m sorry babe.” he says.

When you’re about to open your mouth to tell him it’s fine, you’re silenced by his lips on yours. Deciding that you actually had nothing to say, you choose to melt into the kiss instead. 

Once the two of you part for air, you say “I guess you’re forgiven.”

“You don’t sound too confident about your answer.” he says, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Maybe I’m not confident in my answer. What’re you gonna do about it?” you challenge.

“Then let me make it up to you in a different way.” he says as he pulls you into another kiss.

It’s safe to say that you didn’t get any cleaning done for the rest of the day.

—

When you go over to Wonwoo’s place for movie night a few weeks later, Wonwoo is more than happy to see you wearing one of his hoodies you’ve taken from him.

While the two of you are cuddling together on the couch, Wonwoo can’t help but let his curiosity get the best of him. When you’re engrossed in the movie, Wonwoo takes his hand that was resting on your thigh and brings it up to the hem of hoodie loosely covering your frame.

This grabs your attention and you turn to him to look at him with your eyebrows furrowed. But Wonwoo’s eyes are fixed on the screen in front of you and it makes you wonder if you were just imagining things. Deciding that you were just being weird, you turn your attention back to the screen.

When Wonwoo notices that your attention is on the movie again, he takes that as his sign to move his hand again. He slips his hand under the hem of the hoodie and he slowly inches closer and closer to your chest.

Although your eyes were trained on the movie playing in front of you, all of your attention was on Wonwoo’s hand slowly grazing your skin as he made his way up your body. Your breath hitched when you felt his cold hand gently graze your bare breast and you turned to face Wonwoo.

He looked at you with a smirk on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes. Something told you that you wouldn’t know how the movie would end.

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Now or Never***

Hunter X F!Reader

word count: 2.5k

When Hunter spontaneously kisses you before he goes camping with the others whilst you look after the ship, your mind is set aflame. Both of you think about it and it's either now or never to see if there is a spark there.

warnings: warnings: Not exactly NSFW but is very steamy so 17+ only please. Spontaneous and accidental kiss, making out, brief breast touching, touchy touchy, non established relationship, female reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers, first kiss, one curse word.

authors note: a request for my lovely friend 🤍

"Have you made sure you've packed your canteen, sleeping bag, and comm device?" You stood observing Omega meticulously arranging her belongings in preparation for a camping excursion with her brothers, ensuring she's equipped for the night ahead.

The idea was originally proposed by Wrecker, who eagerly suggested taking Omega on a camping adventure in the wilderness, a proposition unanimously agreed upon by the others—except for you. Camping wasn't exactly your preferred activity.

"Yes, yes, and yes again," Omega confirms, playfully rolling her eyes before turning to you with a smile. "You're worse than Hunter AND Crosshair combined."

You chuckle and kneel down to Omega's level. "I'm not that bad," you tease, tousling her hair affectionately before rising to your feet. "But do be cautious, alright? Don't go picking berries unless you're certain about them."

"I'm not about to repeat Wrecker's mistake," Omega giggles, both of you sharing a fond memory of the time his hunger led him to accidentally consume toxic berries, resulting in a nasty rash.

"Are you absolutely certain you can't be persuaded to join us?" Hunter speaks and as you turn to him, you watch as he adjusts his backpack in readiness for the night ahead.

"I'll be fine. Besides, someone needs to stay behind to look after Gonky and the ship," you reply, giving the droid a reassuring pat as it waddles past. "I'll also tidy up around here. I wanna make sure it's neat and tidy for when you return."

A warm smile spreads across Hunter's face as he looks at you, a gesture that has become increasingly frequent lately. "Well, if you insist. Feel free to contact me if you require assistance."

'Me'? Not 'us'?’ you silently ponder, feeling a slight warmth tint your cheeks. "And the same goes for you. Stay safe out there and don't wander off."

"Can we get going before we lose light?" Crosshair interjects with a snarl, positioning himself between you and Hunter with an almost knowing look, as if he's aware of your burgeoning feelings for a particular Sergeant.

Hunter clears his throat, shooting a warning glare at his brother, who momentarily smirks before disembarking the ship, followed by the others. However, Hunter lingers back for a moment, his gaze lingering on you. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

"Why the sudden protectiveness?" You raise a brow, accompanied by a smirk, though you can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your chest.

"Just making sure," he reassures, offering another soft smile. "The others seem excited. It's been a while since we've done something like this."

Your heart swells at the sight of him finding peace, even if just for a moment. No empire, no war—just rest. "Well, stop lingering and get going before you lose the others," you prompt, playfully nudging his side with your arm, your touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.

"Alright, alright. I'll see you tomorrow," he responds, but as he turns to leave, a brief moment of unexpected stillness descends. Without warning, Hunter reaches out and holds your waist, pulling you gently toward him, and kisses you.

You don’t even have time to react because he pulls back abruptly, eyes wide with shock, and you find yourself mirroring his astonishment.

He quickly releases you, running a clammy hand over the back of his neck. "I... I don't know why I did that."

"O-okay," you breathe shakily, trying to steady your racing heart as you nervously fiddle with your fingers, your mind reeling from the unexpected intimacy.

"Sorry, I..." he trails off, meeting your gaze once more, his expression a mix of anxiousness and apology.

You gaze back at him, feeling the rapid rhythm of your heart almost deafening in the silence between you. "No, it's okay," you manage to exhale shakily, taking a small step back, needing the space to collect your thoughts. "Y-you should really get going."

He nods in understanding, but you can't shake the feeling of uncertainty clouding his expression. Better yet, you’re certain he takes a longing gaze at your lips before snapping out of his trance. "Yeah. Alright. Are… Stars, are we okay?” He asks, a little exasperated. “I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"Go, Hunter," you say just above a whisper, a mixture of confusion and longing tugging at your emotions. "I'll still be here when you get back." Your smile feels forced, genuine bewilderment at how to navigate the spiral of emotions inside you. It all feels like a dream, yet you're not entirely sure if you want to wake up. Or perhaps you do?

Hunter gives you one last lingering look before he turns and leaves, leaving you alone with your tangled thoughts.

Watching him go, you can't help but dread the inevitable awkwardness that awaits you in the morning.

Hours had slipped by since the departure of the others, and you had kept yourself occupied as best as possible, channeling your energy into cleaning the Marauder. Discarded bolts, half-eaten ration bars, and an array of dust and weapon gear cluttered the interior, making it a challenge to find even a patch of floor. Wiping your brow, you stand back to admire your handiwork, but now what?

"What do you think, Gonky? Nice and clean?"

GONK.

"Yeah, I know," you sigh, sinking into the pilot's seat and propping your legs up on the control dash as you gaze out at the night sky. But try as you might to divert your thoughts, they stubbornly refuse to stray far from the unexpected encounter with Hunter.

There's a lingering tingle on your lips, prompting you to idly lick them as you recall the sensation of his kiss. Your stomach flutters, and you run a hand through your hair in frustration. "It's just a crush... just a crush."

At least, that's what it had started as. Sure, you had found Hunter attractive from the moment you joined the team, but it had been nothing more than a passing admiration. Yet, as the months passed and you grew closer to him, undeniable feelings—on your part, at least—had begun to emerge.

So, the question lingered: why had he kissed you? Was it merely a spontaneous impulse, or was there something more to it? Of course, you couldn't help but hope for the latter, but his immediate apology had left you questioning his intentions.

Suddenly, a rhythmic beeping emanates from one sector of the control panel, jolting you into alertness. You sit forward, inspecting the display, and your blood turns cold as you spot a heat signature approaching. Rising to your feet, you arm yourself and position yourself at the gangplank, ready for whatever may come.

But your fears begin to dissipate as you discern the familiar colours of clone armor in the distance. "Hunter? What are you doing back? Are the others alright?" you call out, relief flooding your voice as you watch him approach.

"Everything's alright, don't worry," Hunter reassures you, his chuckle softening the panic in your voice, though it leaves you feeling more puzzled than reassured.

"What are you doing back then?" you ask, your stomach fluttering once more as he takes a step closer.

"I came to see you," he says softly, his gaze meeting yours with a sincerity that sends a shiver down your spine. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was driving me mad."

You swallow hard, feeling the nervous flutter in your stomach as your hands instinctively tuck behind your back. "Oh, Hunter, I told you I'd be fine," you manage to say, though your voice betrays a hint of uncertainty.

"I'm not referring to that," he replies quickly, closing the distance between you with each deliberate step. Your heart races, anticipation and apprehension mingling in equal measure as you realise the true reason for his return. "Your heart's beating so fast for me," he murmurs, his voice a quiet rasp that sends a shiver down your spine.

With each step bringing him closer, the tension between you becomes palpable, and you can feel the electricity crackling in the air.

"Hunter..." you begin, taking a step back to welcome him onto the ship, but your voice trails off as he enters and seals the door to the Marauder shut behind him with a button on his wrist.

"Did you mean to kiss me?" you finally manage to ask, your heart pounding in anticipation.

"No," he admits, his gaze unwavering, but a flicker of excitement dances in your chest as he continues, "but I can't deny that I haven't thought about doing it. Many times."

You're too stunned to respond, the weight of his words leaving you speechless, and you can only watch in disbelief as he closes the distance between you. His hand reaches up, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Tell me... if I hadn't pulled away, would you have kissed me back?" he whispers, his voice barely audible but filled with a raw vulnerability that leaves you breathless.

You stare into his eyes, all your uncertainties melting away in the intensity of the moment. Unable to resist any longer, you lean in and press a gentle, swift kiss to his lips, pulling back with a coy smile. "Does that answer your question?"

Hunter's chest rises and falls with a mixture of surprise and longing at your kiss, his hands finding a comfortable place on your hips. "Maybe," he teases in response, a playful glint in his eyes. "I think I need to just..." he leans in closer, his lips barely brushing against yours before trailing agonisingly slowly across your cheek and up to your ear.

"Hunter," you gasp silently, your eyes fluttering closed as his lips brush over your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Yes?" he asks innocently, his warm breath causing goosebumps to rise on your skin as it fans over you, sending a rush of heat coursing through your veins.

"It's now or never," you whisper breathlessly, your voice barely above a murmur. "Kiss me... kiss me properly."

With a surge of desire, his lips leave your ear and find yours, his hand cupping your jaw as you both surrender to the heated passion between you. Your back presses against the wall of the ship as you eagerly reciprocate, your fingers tangling in his hair with a firm grip as you lose yourself in the intoxicating sensation of each other's touch.

Gone are the smiles and lingering glances, replaced by the urgency of the moment that ignites a fiery passion between you. Both of you are breathless, yet neither of you wants to break away. The kiss is messy, with teeth occasionally clanging together, but it only adds to the raw intensity of the moment.

In a bold move, he lifts your leg and hooks it around his waist, drawing you closer until his body is pressed against yours. Your hands roam over his armor, desperate to remove every barrier between you.

He obliges, a small smirk playing on his lips as he swiftly removes his armor, his lips only briefly parting from yours before he's swallowing your moans once more. "I can't stop kissing you," he grunts, his breathing heavy and intoxicating, sending shivers down your spine.

"Good thing I haven't told you to stop," you growl against his lips, earning a deep groan in response before he deftly maneuvers you onto the floor, crawling over you and enveloping you in his arms.

His tongue dances along your lower lip, seeking entrance that you're willing to grant, but you can't resist the urge to tease him, to show him what he's been missing for so long. Ignoring his plea, you gently bite down on his lip, eliciting a gasp of surprise from him, and seizing the opportunity, you take the lead.

He meets your passion with equal fervor, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated dance. Both of you are panting, and you're grateful that you had cleaned the floor beforehand. "Fuck, you're perfect," he murmurs between kisses, his words sending a rush of warmth to your core.

Lips locked, one of his hands slips under your shirt, sending a tingling sensation racing along your skin as his fingers trail along your stomach and up the side of your ribs. Your breath catches in your throat as he continues his exploration, his touch gentle yet electric, until he ever so softly caresses your breast.

A soft gasp escapes your lips at the intimate contact, your body arching instinctively toward his touch as desire courses through you. With each delicate caress, the heat between you intensifies, and you find yourself completely lost in the sensation of his touch.

"More... please," you gasp into his mouth, your body ablaze with desire. He listens to your plea, his hand reluctantly leaving your breast before sliding back down your body. His fingers dance along your skin, teasing along the hem of your waistband, igniting a primal need within you.

Naturally, arousal courses through you, transforming this fleeting moment of passion into something deeper. "I've dreamt about touching you down here," he whispers against your lips, swollen and flushed with desire.

He's on the verge of breaking the barrier, your body eagerly anticipating his touch, when the shrill noise of his comm device, scattered on the floor next to your head, shatters the moment.

He looks at you, then at his comm, and back to you with an apologetic smile. "It's best I get that. Just in case."

You nod in understanding, suddenly feeling shy and bashful. But he doesn't move from above you, instead swiping up his comm and answering the call. "What's the problem?"

"We're heading back. Crosshair ate some of those berries that gave Wrecker a rash last time," Echo's voice echoes loudly in the cabin, interrupting the intimate moment.

"Fantastic. We'll see you soon," Hunter replies, cutting off the call with a sigh of frustration.

Despite the interruption, you can't help but stifle a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Hey," you say softly, reaching up to cup his cheek, "we could do this another time... if you'd like that?"

He chuckles, meeting your gaze with a mixture of longing and gratitude. "I want nothing more than that," he admits, sealing the moment with the gentlest kiss on your lips. "I, uh, I liked this. A lot."

As he helps you sit up, Hunter's movements are gentle yet purposeful, his attention focused on reassembling his gear. Meanwhile, you take a moment to smooth out your hair and adjust your clothing before standing up.

"Hunter?"

Turning to face you, Hunter's gaze is warm yet curious. "Yeah?" he responds, his brow furrowing slightly in anticipation of your next words.

"Thank you," you say softly, sincerity lacing every syllable.

His confusion deepens, prompting him to take a step closer to you, his hand finding its way to your waist as he draws you near. "What for?" he inquires, his eyes searching yours for answers.

Your heart swells at his proximity, and you meet his gaze with a mixture of affection and appreciation.

"For feeling the same way I do."

There were many, many sneaky kisses from then on.

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I love your writing. It's just the best. Seriously I check dc dp tags to see if you've written anything.

By the way, can you write anythng with another dc hero or maybe a villain? Maybe Superman or Captain Marvel(Shazam) or anything. You don't have to obviously, but it would be really cool if you did.

Oh gosh, thank you! I'm glad you like my rambles. I'm happy to write you a dabble! Hope you like!

Billy Batson was expecting a lot when the Wizard told him to only break the ice crystal in dire situations. He figured if the dying man had enough time to pass on thousands of years' worth of knowledge and store Old magical artifacts, then the Crystal had to be a last resort.

He also figured it wouldn't be so darn breakable. Billy felt they should have made the last resort a little steadier if it was so important.

But no, one accidental trip over his far too worn-out pants legs had the thing shattering like cheap glass.

Billy stares at the shimmering remains, his heart pounding in his chest as the soft green glow that had always come from the crystal fades away.

"Oh no. no, no, no. I can fix this. I can fix this. " He whispers to himself, falling to his knees and scooping up the pieces. He tries to reattach them, but the crystal melts in his palms. "I can't fix this."

All this because some jerk kicked him out of his old sleeping place, down by the docks. He had been squatting in Old Man's Jackson shed ever since the man finally bit the dust, and he had been so excited to have a building all to himself. Word must have gotten around somehow because he comes back from a Justice Leauge Meeting to find a sixteen-year-old rooting through his stuff.

As a homeless ten-year-old, Billy had scrambled to reclaim his possessions, including this critical crystal, jumping on the intruder with a war cry. He got a broken arm, a black eye, and a few bruised ribs for his troubles.

Thankfully he could walk away with most of his things as the teen sneered and screamed at him while he ran away.

It's not that Billy couldn't fight off the homeless teenager, but he didn't, and to go all Captain Marvel on some random citizen. Captain Marvel can go toe to toe with Superman, but plain old Billy Batson struggles to take kids his own age. He's always been smaller than his age group, not to mention hunger's damage to him.

He returned to the abandoned subway, stumbling down the dark tunnel. Billy didn't like the place- it was damp and cold and a little too open if someone else wandered in, but it was the only place he could go for the night on such short notice. He was thinking of asking Batman if he could take more shifts on monitor duty just so he could sleep at the watch tower.

Then his pants leg got stuck on a broken stair, and he fell, sending his dew earthly possessions into the air. Now he was, blinking away the spots from the beating the teenager gave him and a powerful artifact he promised the Wizard he keep safe, broken beyond repair.

Against his will, sobs start to shake his body. The more he fought to clear his eyes from the tears, the more he began to fall. He leans his forehead on the floor, uncaring how a piece of crystal cuts his skin, causing a trail of crimson to flow down his face. What's one more scar on his already broken body?

In a moment of weakness, he violently wishes he could run to his mom for comfort. It's a fantasy. She's long gone, buried next to his dad, and his uncle was somewhere warm spending their money.

The knowledge causes more despair, and he sobs harder.

Why does he have to be here hungry, without a home, when his father's brother didn't even bother to attend their funeral is living off of his inheritance? Living great, if all the zeros he saw on the check were any indication?

Life is genuinely unfair sometimes. That's why he took being Captain Marvel so seriously. Someone had to protect people from the cruelty of life.

A swirling green portal rips open underneath him just as the trailing thought of I wish someone out there wanted to protect me just as much.

His echoing scream, the swirling green, is the last thing Billy knows before everything goes black.

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Billy wakes to the sound of someone humming. He blinks open his eyes, fighting against the exhaustion and the siren call of slumber. The first thing he notices is the soft green of the walls, like the color of Easter eggs he used to paint with his Dad. He smiles at them.

It's his favorite color.

Then Billy notices his eyes getting heavy again as he slowly turns his head into the plush pillow and sinks into the warm blankets around him. His body is boneless in comfort, his eyes are closed, and he's just dropping off into dreamland when his mind finally notices that you're homeless and don't know this room. You're in danger!

Billy leaps off the bed like he's been shocked, throwing the two blankets on the ground. Glancing around, he's horrified to see he's in some kind of kid room- comics, toys, posters- all tailored to his tastes. He can even spot an archeology kit for kids sitting on a desk, just like the ones his parents used to buy him when he wanted to help out in their digs.

He always thought he actually found something in his little play rocks while waiting at one of the tents as his parents worked. They always beamed when he showed them the fake dinosaur bones he discovered in his kits.

He even has nice, fluffy pajamas. The kind that doesn't have buttons or zippers but is oversized, so they let him toss and turn in the night. His bottoms are a grey and black checker pattern, while the top has the Batman symbol proudly on the front.

Everything is perfect, from the decor, to his clothes to even the furniture placement.

It's the bedroom of his dreams.

Oh gosh, he has been Coraline-ed!

"Oh, Billy! You're up. Breakfast is ready and I just finished ironing your uniform." A man's voice says from the doorway. He swings his head around to see a man in his late twenties in an apron smiling at him. He's handsome, has fluffy black hair and baby-blue eyes, and practically embodies comforting vibes.

The other-mother.

"Who are you!?" Billy demands, fist raised. He can't go Captain Marvel with someone dead on staring at him- at least he risks his secret identity, but he has been on the streets long enough to put up a decent fight.

The man seems flabbergasted by his aggression which causes Billy to bristle until he slaps his own forehead.

"Right, forgot about the introduction. I'm Danny Fenton, and I will be your new guardian until you are old enough to care for yourself." Danny smiles, and the boy can't help but find it too pretty to be authentic. "As per your request as the champion of Magic."

Billy has been taken by someone who knows he's Captain Marvel. Which could be better on the one hand but on the other, it means he can do this.

"Shazam!" A bolt of lighting has him shifting into his adult form and flying a break neck speed towards the threat. He intends to punch Danny, but his fist is caught in Danny's palm like it's nothing.

Danny seems unimpressed. "Don't think you can Shazam yourself out of class, young man. Being a hero will cut your attendance, but I won't allow you to skip just because."

Calm yourself, child Batson Solomon says to Bill. King Phantom is here per your request for aid. He will not harm you.

What request!? I never called for him!

When you broke the Infinite Realms Crysta of distress, you called for someone to protect you like your caregivers once did. King Phantom is the most vigorous protective spirit in all the realms. He answered the call. Solomon replies. Billy can feel the god shift on his golden throne a sense of amusement. It's strange to know what the gods are doing without really seeing them He made a deal with the wizard to pose as your father until you are of age. You both are bonded by this Oath.

An oath. That made Billy feel a little better. He knows that once an Oath is made, no one in the parties involved can break it. If the Wizard had done one while borrowing Billy's body then Billy would be untouchable until the contract was done.

He has a new dad that would be bound by magic and the might of the six gods to protect him.

Billy was curious to know if that was a good thing or not. Being protected is not the same as being loved.

"Kid? You okay?" Danny asks.

"What is expected of me? What do you want me to do?" Billy counters, floating back a little now that he knows what's happening. An Oath is a two-way deal. If Danny had to pretend to be Bill's father, then Billy had to do something for Danny.

"Well, I expect you to have your teeth brushed and eat your breakfast before class, but something tells me that's not what you mean." Danny jokes with a chuckle. Billy frowns, which makes the humor on the man's face disappear. "In all honesty? You are my anchor. I haven't been in the material world for years. Not since my home dimension was destroyed by an asteroid. I missed it. I missed people."

Okay, nothing sinister. But he would never let this random stranger think he had the right to boss Billy around.

"You don't have to pretend to be my dad when we're alone. And you can't tell me what to do!" Billy hisses, expecting the man to get upset like other foster fathers had been before he ran.

Danny nods. "Sounds fair. Sorry for coming on like a fruitloop."

"A.....fruitloop?"

"A big fruitloop. One with a cat."

Right.

"You said my uniform. What uniform?" Billy asks to choose to come back to Danny's odd phrase later.

"Gotham Acadamy. I signed you up for classes-"

"We're in Gotham!? Why?!"

Danny tilts his head. "It's the only place with enough death to sustain me."

Billy is glad he is Captain Marvel right now. Otherwise, he thinks he would need more guts to ask. "Why do you need death?"

"Not death itself, more like the by-product. I need ectoplasm since I;;m a ghost." With a bright flash of twin rings, Danny shifts into a very obviously non-human form, and Billy's mouth drops.

"You're dead?!"

"So-and-so. I'm a halfa. A being dead and alive but at the same time neither" Danny rubs the back of his neck, twirling his small point tail nervously. "Yeah, it's a bit confusing. Sorry."

"It's fine....ugh so we just live in Gotham until I'm what eighteen?"

"Until your twenty." Danny winces at the glare Billy throws him. "Sorry, ghosts see adulthood as two decades for the living, two centuries for the dead. Since I'm both, I have to follow both and thus have to be your caregiver until you're twenty. I can portal you to Fawcett whenever you need to hero with the snap of my fingers. It'll be inconvenient, but I promise it will be better than the streets. And I will never, ever hurt you, Billy."

Billy crosses his arms, listening with half a ear as the gods start speaking at one, their voices and opinions a background noise he long learns to turn out until Atlas is louder than the rest.

I understand this might be a lot at once, young Batson, but accept King Phantom's help. You will no longer be alone. It is not easy carrying the world on your shoulders, trust me.

The god's words make Billy sure this is a good idea.

"Shazam!" With another burst of lighting, Billy is a kid again, stretching his neck back to make eye contact with the taller man. "Alright. You got yourself a deal .... again."

Danny grins, warm and delight dancing in his eyes. "Excellent! Lets's hurry then, we're supposed to arrive at your school early today to meet with a man in charge of your scholarship who is my new employer for computer software. That's our cover, by the way. We moved here after I got a job at the man's company."

"Who are we meeting?"

"Someone unimportant, I'm sure," Danny says, waving a hand. "My friend Clockwork set us up our background, we have the papers to prove everything."

Billy finds out that Danny really is from a different universe because how in the world could he claim Bruce Wayne as unimportant!

[dira333]

Home-made Spa - Osamu x Reader

for @emmyrosee as a treat.

When's the last time Osamu has been able to say no to you? He honestly can't remember.

Just yesterday you asked for the last piece of his Pizza - after you claimed you weren't hungry - and he couldn't say no then either. It's just the way you smile up at him, all innocence and eagerness, Puppy Dog Eyes and fluttering lashes.

So it's no surprise he can already feel his resolve weaken.

"Please?" You ask, waving a bottle of something around. "My stuff came and I watched loads of tutorials and now I feel like a certified cosmetician!"

Osamu sighs. He thinks of the meat and the veggies and the Tuna that's in the fridge, waiting for him to prepare Dinner. There's that movie he was going to watch with you, just scary enough that you'd climb into his lap and stay there the whole hour, but not scary enough that you'd hit him in your sleep.

"It's totally okay if you don't want to-" You start and that's always the part where you get him. Because it's not okay to leave you hanging.

"No, no, we can totally do it." He drops his bag and slips out of his shoes, scratching the back of his head as he walks over. "Do I need to shower first?"

-

His stomach's growling but he can't complain, resting with his head in your lap and a warm towel slung over his chest. He could probably fall asleep instantly, if not for his growing hunger.

"Okay, so at first we have to do a grounding touch-" You start and he can't help but flinch when you press your hands against his neck, your fingertips ice cold as usual.

"Sorry, Samu!"

But it gets better after that, even though playing with oil and other liquids on the Couch feels a little weird.

Your touch is soft, your hands getting warmer by the second.

"Now I'm supposed to let you know that this product has a specific smell that's supposed to activate all your senses." You giggle as you hold your hands in front of his nose.

Osamu sniffs and his stomach growls in tune. "Is that lemon? Rosemary? Oh, and Grapefruit."

"How did you figure that out with one sniff? You're scary smart!"

He chuckles at that. "Those three are pretty easy to identify. What does the stuff itself do?"

"Uh," you hesitate. "I kinda forgot. But it says..." He opens his eyes when you fall quiet only to watch you upside-down, trying to read the fine print on a bottle. "Phyto-Boost Activator. Activates your skin."

"That sounds like I'm becoming a Transformer."

"Maybe you are. Osamu Prime, here to save humanity from bad skin."

He laughs. "Tsumu can be the evil Megatron with his pimply back."

"Totally."

-

"Aaand we're done." Your hands leave his hair and it takes him a minute to come back to his senses. That head massage has made him see stars.

"Already?" He asks, a little groggy from dozing off midway. "How do I look?"

"Positively glistening."

"Glistening? That sounds weird."

"No, no, you look great. Just uh... shiny." You push your lower lip forward as you take him in and he already feels guilty. Surely he did something wrong.

"It was great though, Babe. It felt amazing?"

"Really?" You beam. "Can we do it the other way around next?"

"Sure-" His stomach interrupts, loud enough that you're able to hear it this time. "But maybe after dinner?"

[brotherwtf]

some age gap clegan bcs I'm honest to god going feral

(btw thanks to all of the people who wanted to see this, boosted my confidence a lot)

Gale first meets John when he turned 19, was introduced to the 38 year old Major when he was with his mother for dinner, all smooth smiles and friendly pats on the back when he had crowed at the sight of her.

"Your mama and I, we go way back. Would pick on me all the time during grade school, shocked to see you this far north," John had said, and Gale tries to ignore the way the timbre of his voice dislodges something deep in his stomach.

It was the first time his mother had smiled, genuinely, in a long time, and Gale couldn't help but feel that same joy at the way John smiles gently at him.

About a week later, Gale was beaten by his father with his mother watching, beaten until he had bruises and red welts over his arms and face. His mother had apologized profusely, promising Gale that something was going to get done, she was going to get help for them.

In the following days, John would come to the house every morning after Gale's mother left for work and take him to his classes at the university, or wherever Gale wanted to go.

"Your mama told me to look after you," John had said.

"I don't need looking after, I'm grown," Gale retorted, but couldn't help the way his stomach flipped every time John showed up at his door.

John took him everywhere he wanted, to museums and art exhibits and walks along the river, took him to a baseball game to explain the rules to him and force him to have some fun.

He would always appear looking dashing, if he wasn't in his uniform he was in perfectly pressed pants and a button up shirt, jacket slung from his fingers over his shoulder, and Gale actually started to look forward to their outings together.

Gale's father was often too hungover or still sleeping by the time John would come to pick Gale up, but one morning he was awake with the sun and saw Gale's bright smile when John's car rolled into their driveway. He slapped Gale, gripped his hair between his hands and called him a queer, called him all sorts of names for being excited to see a man come get him. Gale tried to push his father off of him, yelling at him to stop and trying his best not to cry.

John burst into the house, already had a key given to him by Gale's mother, and wrenched Gale's father off of him, punching him until he was bloody and unconscious. Gale begged for John to stop, grabbed his shoulders and pulled John off of his father's body, finally breaking down when John holds him gently and asks if he was okay

John takes him back to his place, a modest house for a man who lived alone and forces him to sit on the couch, allowing Gale to sob into his strong arms until he can only sniffle and whimper. Gale can't bring himself to let go of John, something big and strong and steady, and finds himself adjusting until his knees straddle John's hips, shoving his face into John's shoulder

John's hands are tense around him, not expecting the horribly intimate position Gale has put them in, arms still wrapped safely around Gale's shoulders. When Gale pulls away, he looks down at John with something akin to hunger.

"Wanna kiss you, John," Gale whispers and watches John's throat work as he swallows.

John shakes his head, taking his hands from Gale's shoulders and gently pushing him away.

"We can't Gale, you're too young," John tries to plead.

Gale would only whine, nudging his face closer to John's despite him trying to move away, still trying to put a valiant effort into keeping the space between them.

"I'm 19, I know what I want, and I want you, John," Gale whispers, moving his hands from John's shoulders to gently massage through his hair.

It's still so new to Gale, he had only just realized his deep rooted feelings for John when he had confronted Gale's father, and didn't know how he would survive without him. Even the way John's looking up at him with a wary expression is making Gale's stomach flip.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," John asks, daringly moving his hands from their defensive position on Gale's shoulder to gently rest just above Gale's thighs.

The contact makes Gale shiver and he nods, leaning in ever closer so that their noses brush together.

"I want it, please kiss me, John," Gale whispers.

It feels like his world explodes when John tentatively closes the distance between them, pressing their lips together sweetly. Gale wants so desperately for John to go further, to open up his mouth and claim him as his, wants so desperately to be John's. He whimpers meekly against John's lips and it's a silent beg for John to go further, be rougher.

John does so perfectly, opens Gale's mouth with his tongue and gently allows himself to explore the space, taking in all of Gale's sighed whimpers or groans in the back of his throat.

Gale never had much experience with kissing, had gently kissed his high school girlfriends lips and had gotten so flushed afterwards he could barely look at her. If he could see what Gale was doing now, he would faint. John has his hands on Gale's waist, so large that his fingertips almost touch on Gale's lower back, holding Gale in place as he devours his lips.

John pulls away from Gale's lips and sighs, pressing their foreheads together and rubbing a gentle thumb on Gale's waist.

"I'm gonna protect you, Gale, no one's gonna hurt you while I'm still swinging," John whispers, lips ticking up in the slightest.

Gale laughs a little wetly, pressing their faces closer together so he can feel the stubble of John's mustache on his lip.

Eventually, Gale convinced his mother that he was going to stay with John, keeping the fact that he and John were far more than friends to himself until he was out of his family's grasp. He felt terrible for leaving her behind with his father, but she gushed with joy when she knew her son was going to be safe. She thanked John profusely for taking care of Gale, kissing him on the cheek and sobbing into a tight hug from Gale.

It takes some adjusting for Gale to get used to living with John, but he had spent so long under his care that it felt like second nature, almost.

some smut for these guys coming down the pipeline soon if y'all want to see it

[satorusugurugurl]

Toss a Coin

Summary: When your shows up in a full ass Geralt from The Witcher series, you’re dragging him to the nearest bathroom!

Characters: Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Warning: language, cursing, bathroom sex, public sex, unprotected sex, cream pies

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: Kinktober Day: Thirty— The Witcher! I'm so tired, going off of three hours of sleep and I still have to finish decorating a pumpkin for work. 😩

You hummed, glancing at the clock before returning to the door. Your gaze focused back on the phone in your hand. Your sweet boyfriend told you he would be at the party soon. But there was no sign of him, which was odd, seeing that he was punctual.

Your long Yennifer dress flowed as you paced through the kitchen. The door flung open just before you could panic, and a light was strung. Gojo began strumming the strings, humming as he walked around the room.

“Toss a coin to your Witcher! Oh, Valley of Plenty

Oh, Valley of Plenty, oh, Toss a coin to your Witcher

Oh, Valley of Plenty!”

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you glanced back to the door, and just as you took a sip of your drink, you inhaled it down your windpipe as a tall man wearing a long white wig stepped inside the room. They were dressed in a tight-fitted Witcher costume, rippling pectorals in the tight fabric. While they looked good, that wasn't what caught your eye. No, it was the fact that your husband was in the costume! He never wore costumes!

His honey-brown eyes roamed the doom as his fingers twiddled with the prop sword in his hands before he found you. Nanami thought he would have found you rushing towards him with excitement. But it was a different kind of excitement that swirled in your eyes.

“Hey.” Nanami waved at you with a grin and approached you with a smile.

“You never wear a costume?! " But you're wearing one today! " you asked in disbelief as you ran your hands down his chest.

Nanami chuckled, shaking his head, the long strands of the synthetic hair falling over his shoulder. “I wanted it to be a surprise when I found out you were going as Yennifer. We both enjoyed the books and the television show. So it seemed fitting.”

“Ooh, the only thing I’ll be helping you with fitting is your cock inside of me.”

Even though your voice was low and barely audible, Nanami flushed as he looked around. The metal amulet rested against the leather-clad of his costume. “We just had sex this morning.” You nodded in agreement before your fingertips grazed over the bare skin peeking out from the top of his shirt.

“And?”

“Did I not satisfy your needs?” He was teasing you, but you could, too, if he wanted to play like that.

“No.” You grabbed him by the chord of the amulet he wore. “And there's only one thing that will satisfy my hunger.”

“And what is that specific thing?”

“You.” You reached into your pocket, piling out a coin, slowly tossing it in the air before catching it. “In this costume.”

Nanami looked around with a chuckle before pulling you off to the bathroom. “You're insatiable. But loud, can you promise me you’ll try to stay quiet?”

“F-Fuck!” You gasped, arching your back off the mirror in the bathroom. Kento’s hand quickly reached up, covering your mouth with his free hand while the other gripped your hip.

“Shh,” he removed his hand from your mouth, “you have to be quiet; everyone will know what we're doing.”

“I don't give a flying fuck is they hear” he dug your nails into his shoulders, winning a hiss from him. “Kento, I can’t handle the teasing; please just fuck me before they start looking for us.”

He sighed, pulling out slightly, “You have to promise to be quite tough.”

“Fuck yes, okay!” You whispered harshly, “I promise to be quite okay. Just,” you began rolling your hips, trying to get him to move again, “Please, I need you.”

“I know, Love, I need you too.” He pushed the head of his cock back against your opening and groaned softly, “You always feel so tight and so wet” He went more into you, “God knows I you so much.”

You gasped, grabbing onto his arms and fighting back a whimper as his cock stretched you, “Oh my God,” you cried out. “Kento, you feel so good, God, you look so hot! Made me feral.”

“Oh, is that what drove you mad with lust?”

“Yes!” as if your body decided to add in, it squeezed around his cock.

“Fuck you're so tight,” he growled, pushing himself further into your aching core, “you feel so fucking amazing. Your pussy clamping down on my cock.”

“Kento,” you whimpered out, feeling him continue to bury himself inside of you, “fuck.” You tilted your head back, shutting your eyes tight. You were trying desperately not to cum too fast; you wanted it to last.

He kissed along the side of your neck before sliding in and out of you slowly and gently. His hands ran down the curve of your body before resting on your hips, holding them down as he thrust. He gently took his time, making this last as long as possible.

You moaned as you threw your head back against the mirror with a quiet thud. His hands slid back up, gripping and kneading at your breasts as his cock slid in and out of you, setting a steady pace. He moaned and growled as he kissed and sucked on your sensitive skin, all while you moaned and rocked in time with his thrusts. This was amazing and exciting! Fucking in a bathroom while your friends were outside was so kinky! But, despite it being kinky, it didn't switch off the love you shared for each other.

“Baby,” you gasped out, holding his head to your neck, “fuck me, fuck me.” Grunting, he grabbed the edge of the counter for more leverage.

You closed the small gap between the two of you, shoving your tongue in his mouth. He moaned, wrapping his talented tongue around yours as he thrust in and out of you faster. You wrapped your legs around him, moaning wantonly as he pounded into you, forgetting about the party and focusing on you.

The familiar tightening in your lower abdomen caused you to rock faster against him. You were chasing your orgasm, wanting nothing more than a sweet release. “Kento, I’m close, baby.” You whimpered, nipping at his ear, “ Please baby, I need it, I need to come.”

“Come for me, Love,” he whispered, reaching down between your bodies and rubbing your clit gently in circles, “Come for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel all of you.” He rubbed faster and harder, sending you over the edge.

“Kento!” You moaned into his neck, doing your absolute best to stay quiet. The orgasm spread through your body, setting it on fire as the waves of pleasure rushed through every cell of your body. Kento grunted loudly, his cock twitching inside of you throbbing pussy sending him over the edge.

“Fuck, Darling!” he growled, milking his orgasm out, nearly sending you over the edge into a second orgasm. “Oh God, baby.”He shuddered once more before collapsing on top of you, holding you close.

The two of you remained there in the bathroom, regaining your breath. Kento’s hands lazily ran up and down your back as he peppered kisses along your neck. You chuckled, tracing mindless shapes down his muscular back, humming contently.

“God, I love you,” he sighed against your still-heated skin. You have no idea how much I do.”

“Enough to let me toss a few coins at your ass?” You pressed, flicking your eyes up and down over his body. Your husband pulled away, looking into your eyes with confusion and humor. “What Gojo told me to toss you a coin!”

“You are insatiable,” he whispered with a chuckle, kissing you as sweetly as he needed to help that.

“So, is that a no to the coins?”

He laughed again. This time, it was deep and rich with adoration and warmth. “In the spirit of Halloween, I’ll allow it.” Nanami snorted as you fist-pumped the air before slamming your lips on his.

“Best Halloween Ever!”

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[wonderlandwalker]

Proven Wrong | Finnick Odair x Reader

THG Masterlist / Taglist / Inbox

Summary: Finnick broke things off with you, but everything changes when he gets jealous

Content Warnings/Tags: Smut, mdni, porn with very little plot, jealousy, did not proofread, not even once

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: There's a fifty-fifty chance this is horrible and my sleep-deprived brain is gaslighting me into thinking I need to post it but I guess there's just one way to find out. This is my first time writing Finnick smut and it's not what I used to but I'm also not mad at it, so enjoy this ( hopefully ) while I go have a panic attack in the corner second time today xx

You could see him looking at you, the way he trailed his eyes down the exposed skin your dress graced his eyes with. Wherever you went you could feel his presence burning from behind you. But you knew better than to give into it, because Finnick had made it clear you couldn't be together. Ever since you had returned from your games there had been a spark between you that you had wanted to feed, you wanted to give it oxygen to see how big it would get. But Finnick didn't want to feed the flame, because he was scared it would burn him down. And so you both went your ways, but you couldn't avoid each other.

Every capitol event and each hunger games you would see each other, you would see him looking at you with that longing in his eyes that made you wonder if this was really what he had wanted. But you didn't dare question it, because you had tried before, and all it had led to was a waste of energy. No, you wouldn't fall for that again. 

And you hadn't been doing it intentionally, you hadn't even noticed at first when Gloss got a little closer than usual or when his hand made its way to your waist. To be honest, you were quite enjoying yourself, and you had given up on the idea Finnick would turn around.

So when you did notice, you let him. You let Gloss whisper into your ear and you laughed at the silly joke he had made, and you weren't even sure if you were actually enjoying his attention or the attention in general.

But you didn't have much time to wonder before you were interrupted. A hand placed on your shoulder and a quick ‘can I borrow her for a second’ and you were being dragged into the hallway close by. If it hadn't been for the fact you recognized him from the smallest actions you would have been startled, but you could never be startled around him.

“What do you think you are doing” He sounded bitter, and maybe, just maybe you were glad you could get to him the way he would get to you.

“I'm having fun, what are you doing” 

“You know that's not what I mean, what are you doing with him” He had you cornered between himself and the wall, and he was so close that you could feel his heart beating in sync with yours, but after all this time you had spent trying to get over him, you weren't one to give in easy.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore Finnick.”

The moment you told him you could see a flash of hurt pass his eyes, if you didn't know any better you would have sworn he looked like he regretted something.

But you pushed past the thought, and you pushed yourself free from him, going back outside to rejoin the party. As the night went on you kept looking at him, you kept looking and every time you did, his eyes would already be on you. He was watching you as if he hadn't told you he didn't want to be with you. 

In the beginning, it had been blissful, but it hadn't taken long for your relationship with Finnick to turn complicated, and in the end, it had broken like a glass that's been pushed towards the edge too many times, finally slipping off.

But when you excuse yourself a little while later and walk inside to get a moment of peace from the crowd outside, you meet him again. This time though, he doesn't even greet you, he’s immediately grabbing your arm and urging you to follow him up the staircase. You enter the first room you find and the moment he shuts the door behind you he’s on you as if it's his last chance to do so. He pushes you up against the door and grabs your legs, pleading with you to wrap them around him as his lips crash into yours. For a moment you want to let him, you want to bask in this euphoria of feeling him against you, but you have to remind yourself it will only be worse in the end.

“Finnick you need to stop.” You were trying to sound convincing, really, you were, but the way his fingers are roaming your skin makes you sink into him, and your voice sounds more like a plea. 

He’s moved his attention to your jaw, to your neck, and when he meets your pulse point you throw your head back against the door, but he still knows you, and before you can hurt yourself on it he’s bracing you with his other hand against the back of your head.

“Careful now, wouldn't want you to get hurt.” It’s ironic, you think, the way in which he seems to care so much all of a sudden when he didn't seem to care all this time before. But you still don't stop him, you don't stop him as he walks you over to the empty bed and you wouldn't dream of stopping him as he drops you down on it, hovering over you. His hands are everywhere and it feels as if he’s showing your skin an entire new kind of pleasure. His hands trail lower until he hikes up your dress and leans down to kiss a path up your thighs as if he’s following a map that will lead him to hidden treasure. 

If it had been anyone else, you would have felt ashamed, you would have cowered away at how quickly he was getting to you. You’re leaning into his touch and when you moan out his name, he says.

“I bet Gloss doesn’t make you feel as good as I can, does he?”

And you wouldn't know, because tonight had been the first time you really noticed him, but it brought out something in Finnick you’ve been trying to get for ages, and you're not about to tell him just yet.

“I thought you said we weren't together.” You want to see how far you can take this, because it’s not often you hold the upper hand. A dark look flashes through his eyes as you look at him and he doesn't say anything just yet, but he’s doubling his efforts as he gets closer to your core, and the moment he makes contact with your clit through your underwear, the moment you arch your back and moan his name again as he feels how wet you are for him, he regains the control.

“And I thought you said you were a good girl, guess we were both wrong.” He looks up again from where he had settled between your legs, and the hypnotizing effect he has on you makes you sink into the mattress as he gets back to his mission. His mouth is on you as if he’s been starving for months and you are the only thing that will salvage his hunger, your legs are tingling and he has to use his arm to keep you down. Before you know it he’s using his fingers and you swear you don’t care anymore what happens after this, whether he’ll leave you alone or not because right now, all you can think of is the way it all feels. You can feel his fingers curling inside you as he whispers praises to you, you can feel how close you are from the way your insides twist at his words, and you can feel the flood of relief as he tells you to let go, and you do. 

You’re breathing is still heavy as you feel the mattress dip beside you and when you open your eyes you see him looking at you.

“I’ve missed you.” He sounds like he’s trying to apologize, and in a way he is. Because he’s sorry for all the time he’s wasted and he’s sorry it took him this long to realize.

“I’ve missed you too Fin.” His eyes melt a little at the nickname, and he leans in to kiss you again. It’s much softer this time, and you just know it’s all going to be okay.

[kurikive]

MINECRAFT — 10. d-day

Y/N went out fast the night before. Her reasoning for the whole melatonin thing being her insomnia. She feared if she slept too late she wouldn’t wake up early the next day, but given she borderline overdosed on sleeping gummies, she would have not woken up at all if it weren’t for her friends.

NewJeans’ manager had told her to meet at the PC room at 8 in the morning to discuss some final things and prepare the computers so that they could start the filming at 10.

It was just going to be a casual Minecraft gameplay with the NewJeans girls. They planned to play Build Battle for the first half and Bedwars for the second half. The member with the most wins across both minigames would have to battle a 1v1 in Minecraft Hunger Games with Y/N to win the prize.

Oh, right. The prize. It really wasn’t much more than a box of expensive beef, which surely would trigger the competitive nerve in some of the members. The video was going to be filmed for Y/N's channel, so she wasn’t going to be the one competing for it anyways. And yes, she did buy the meat with her own money, but considering how much she’s getting paid right now and how much she’s going to get paid, it’s really nothing.

7:19. Y/N was already wearing the outfit Hyewon had picked for her, deeply breathing in and out to calm her nerves. Anton and Jiwoo smile as they try to talk her into departing Nervousville and taking the bus to Peaceburg. Also to take the bus to the PC room, because as popular as their friend is, she still uses public transportation. She says it’s better for the environment, and although it is, it still causes her to get recognized from time to time.

“What if I bail?”

“I’ll kill you. No joke. I’m a nepo baby, I can get away with it.” Anton says. Y/N can’t not believe him.

“Okay! Well, see you guys later!”

It’s been twenty minutes since Y/N arrived at the PC room. They chose one she used to go to a lot throughout middle and high school. It looks a lot bigger without people.

Y/N had brought her three best cameras for this and was currently setting them up. She didn’t really know where the NewJeans members were going to sit, but she was setting them up so that the members’ faces could (hypothetically) all be seen.

She didn’t really know when the girls were going to arrive and it was eating at her brain. Every few minutes a rhythm of snaps was heard from the Y/N, a habit to try and calm her nerves. Every other second she pulled on the side of her black jeans, accidentally pulling at the skin of her thighs below the cloth.

One of the staff took note of these little quirks and patterns. A young woman approached her slowly, but Y/N only took notice of her when she spoke, “You don’t need to be nervous!” A comforting smile tugged at the woman’s lips, “The girls are super nice and they’re very excited to work with you.”

Y/N, stunned at her sudden appearance, only bowed with a nervous giggle. “Thank you…” She said lowly.

“I’m Ha Sooyoung. Stylist.” The woman extends her hand towards the younger, who shyly shakes her hand. “How old are you, by the way?”

“Twenty… I'm.” The unwanted fashion of mixing up her words comes back to haunt Y/N in the most unconventional situations. She just hopes it doesn’t happen in front of the members.

Sooyoung smiles at the speed in which the younger’s face flushes a rose color. “You have a really nice face, you know?” The comment throws Y/N off. Not in a bad way, of course. She’s heard endless compliments about her appearance; she’s very aware she’s good looking. But the remark coming from a professional stylist definitely surprises her a bit.

The woman, noticing Y/N’s expression, is quick to retaliate in case of a misunderstanding, “Not in a weird way, I swear!” The older waves her hands as if trying to shake away the other’s concerns (there weren’t any). “I’m much older than you, please. I meant, like, God…”

Y/N picks up on Sooyoung’s frustration and tries to fix the situation, “No! No, I get it. It’s okay, Sooyoung-ssi.” Sooyoung doesn’t know if she’s laughing at the formality or at her own mistake, but it’s funny regardless.

“I meant,” the woman clears her throat, “You have a face that’s great for modeling. Have you ever tried it?”

“Uh, no. I don’t think brands want a YouTuber as a model.” A sheepish laugh leaves Y/N’s lips at her bad joke. Thankfully Sooyoung laughs with her.

“Hey, well, they might after this! Who knows?” Sooyoung takes something out of her bag while the both share giggles, “If you ever want to try it out, I’m a photographer on the side. Could help you out, y’know?”

Y/N’s eyes widen when Sooyoung hands her a business card, phone and e-mail on the bottom, but instead of her name, ‘YVES’ is written on the top in bold letters.

“That’s my personal phone number. Unnie is just fine, by the way.” Y/N receives another one of the older’s charming smiles with a bow and a “Thank you, unnie!” before Sooyoung pats her shoulder and leaves her side at the sound of her name being called.

“Oh! The girls are gonna be here soon. Get prepared.”

And Y/N’s back to pulling at her jeans.

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[yourlocalstranger123]

What if MC is just really blunt and just decides one day to ask their fav brother if they can touch their tiddies (pecs)?

(Im talking about Obey me, just in case you’re a bit confused)

—Touch—

I'm not gonna do all the characters of obey me but if you do want me to write someone then tell me :)

And also idk what kind you wanted, like funny, fluff or something... I decided to uhh...you can just see by the warning.

Note: When I mean it's not safe for work [nsfw], I mean my work, so it's not like extreme smut, but yeah....

Reader talking lines are bold

Characters: Beel, Lucifer, Diavolo a little extra: Asmodeus

Note from me: honestly, idk if I should put where it's reverse too, but I decided not to.

Warning!⚠️ : NSFW [I REMEMBERED TO PUT A WARNING]

"Oh, Hey [name]. Do you need something?"

"Let me touch your tiddies— pecs."

Beel

He doesn't know what you mean. But once you explain it to him, he'll be a bit flustered but just give him food, and he's good to go.

"Uhm....it feels weird.."

Beel looks down to see your hands roaming around his tiddies— chest. He tries to stay still while focusing on his hamburger.

*squeeze*

"Hngh—!"

Beel shuts his eyes as your eyes widen in shock.

"Ah...sorry"

He looks away as he stuffs his mouth with the burger and just lets you continue what you desire. You kept teasing him as you slightly squeeze it again. He whined but didn't complain, but at least you are feeding him right now.

—nsfw under this—

He lays there shirtless as you kiss him. You tried pulling out from the kiss, but he hungrily chased for more. When he didn't feel your body on his, he whined, tugging your sleeve to come back to him. He made a pouty face which you couldn't resist. Beel could feel your hands slithering around his body, but you kept avoiding the most area he wanted you to touch the most!

He grabbed your wrist as you looked at him, seeing his eyes filled with tears from all the teasing. He led you to his sensitive chest and whimpered when you finally touched it. You started kissing his chest down to his V line as he started to drool. You put 2 fingers in front of his face, and when he came back to his senses, he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. Licking off the whip cream you put on your fingers.

You started to play with his chest as he arched his back, dizzy from the feeling of it. Playing with one and sucking on the other. You started grinding on his crotch as he squirmed. You held his leg down firmly as you continued, not long he came. As you tried to get off, he hugged you, Not letting go. You were about to tell him to let go until you looked back and saw his eyes filled with hunger of lust. This is gonna be a long night.

Thank you for the meal. [Joke]

Lucifer

"No." Honestly, what did you expect? And if you ask why....just say you'll get a scolding. It would take WEEKS to finally convince him. He only lets you lay your head on his chest when you both sleep. Of course, in your mind, you were gonna take this slow. But life had another mind. You and Lucifer were stuck in a closet.

Why? Well, Luci [nickname] had to go back to the school for work at night and you were also there but were chased by demons because you may or may not have just uh....angered them by your bluntness. You saw Luci in the hallway and pulled him into a room. He was about to protest and scold you of why you were here.

Until you covered his mouth, and he heard voices. You quickly held Lucifer and went into the closet. It didn't have much room, but Lucifer was so glad that it was dark, so you couldn't see his state right now. He looked away, blushing as your knee was between his legs, giving him support to stand up since his legs were getting weak.

As I said, it was dark, so when you moved your body around to be more comfortable, you accidentally put your hands on something. [His chest]

"Ahh!—..."

"..."

Yeah, after that, he did not talk to you for the whole week unless necessary.

And if he does have to talk to you, he will look at anything beside you, and if he does look at you, his face will become red as his memories remind him this moment.

—Nsfw—

"It's me, Lucifer [name]. May I come in....?"

As you let him in, he led you to your bed and shoved you on it. He grinded on your thigh as he hid his face on your shoulder. He shivered when you outlined his back and slowly slithered your hands under his shirt to take it off. You switch positions as he sat there, impatiently waiting for you to do something.

He wrapped his arms around your waist [even if his fingers ain't touching] tears coming from his eyes, wanting you to help him with the 'problem' you made a week ago. You soothed him, saying praises of how good he was. He tried covering his mouth to not let the lewd sounds coming from him out.

You held both of his hands with one and kissed him, muffling his moans and whimpers. You tugged his chest as he trembled. Still grinding on your thigh, trying to reach his climax. You rubbed his crotch as he whined. You got his hair out of the way to see his face all ruined from the pleasure you brought him, making you want to ruin him and his pride more.

Diavolo

Oh, he loved how you didn't care about him being the ruler of demons and still talk to him like a normal being. He would always give you hugs if you allow it and sometimes make you suffocate between his arms and chest by accident.

You and him were in his office as you helped him finish his papers and some papers of Lucifer because he needs a break. You finally finished the papers. You looked over to Diavolo. Seeing him still working, you went over to him and got some of his papers. He tried to protest that you already did enough for him, but he tripped. As you tried to catch him, you fall with him because of the sudden impact and guess where your hand went?

If you guess his soft and squishy chest, then you're right. You also did an accidental experimental squeeze. Couldn't blame you since you were suffocating by you know what and could not see. He apologized, seeing him so stressed that you wanted to help him. Of course....in a different way.

—nsfw—

"A- ah....this..feels new"

You chuckled, him trying to cover his face and biting his lips to refrain from the unfamiliar sounds coming from him, drawing blood from his lips. His face was already red when you blunty said how you were gonna help him in another way instead of papers.

He never knew a human could make a ruler of all demons tremble with a single touch. You teased him by only lightly touching him, whispers sweet nothings in his ears, and ignoring his pleas. He didn't expect to be so desperate for your touch, but here he is. Begging for you.

You warned him to quiet down that Barbatos could come in any second. You used this chance to tease him that maybe he wants him to come in on you guys doing unholy things. He whined, snuggling onto your shoulder as you continued playing with his chest. You lowered down, making him unexpectedly arch his back when you started sucking on it.

This was definitely gonna be a fun night for you two.

A small extra:

Asmodeus would probably love and be a little shy when you say praises of his beauty and etc. [I told you it was a small extra]

[swiftieblyth]

Piercing Snow

warnings- Murder, Coryo, toxic ish family, typical Hunger Games stuff

"They're sending me away tomorrow," your boyfriend explained, sitting on your bed one night.

"I know." You breathed, head resting on his shoulder.

"I'll write to you. I promise." Your boyfriend promised, making you look up at him.

"Coryo, you don't know that for sure. You don't even know where you're going to be sent to."

"I know. But I'll find a way to contact you."

"But even if you can, he won't let us, Coryo. This is his fault! He's trying to ruin us!"

"I know, I know." Coryo cooed, wiping the tear off your cheek with the pad of his thump. "But it's only a four year sentence. And when I get there I'll work my way up. Work my way back to you."

"But he won't let you."

"He can't stop me either." Coryo ordered. "Baby, I'm going to come back to you, I just need you to wait for me baby."

"I will Coryo! I will wait for you forever if I have to!"

"I know you will, baby." Coryo sighed, kissing your head, as you leaned into his chest as he cradled you. "I love you, baby."

Just then you heard the door creak open followed by little sniffles.

"Thena?" You asked, looking up to see your five year old sister, Delythena, come walking in with tears staining her rosy cheeks, making your elderly sister instincts kick in.

"Sissy?" She sniffled, making you bolt up and watch her close the door.

"Thena, what's wrong?" You asked, scared this was your step fathers doing.

"I had a bad dream." She cried.

"Oh, princess." Coryo let out, making her look up at him realizing he was there.

"Cory?" She asked, brightness filling her teary eyes. It was adorable to you just how much your boyfriend and little sister got along. Delythena looked up to Coryo like he held the stars and Coryo always treated her like she was the princess of Panem.

"It's me, princess." He cooed, reaching his hand out to her to help her on the bed.

"It was scary." She cried as she climbed up.

"How was it scary, princess?" He asked, sitting her on his lap as she clutched one of her little hands to his shirt, and the other still wrapped around little bunny plushie that you got her when she was born.

"It was storming and I was all alone and lost and no one was coming to get me." She cried into your boyfriends chest.

"Aw, Thena," you cooed, stroking her wet cheek with your thumb. "That's not going to happen. I'll always come looking for you. You're my little sister, and I love you."

"I love you too, Sissy." She let out, voice soft as she pulled away from Coryo. "And I love you too, Cory."

"Aww, thank you, princess." Coryo smiled, looking at your little sister. "I love you too. You and your sissy."

"Sissy loves you too." She explained proudly.

"Does she now?" He asked, smile on his face, pretending to be surprised.

"Yes!" She exclaimed, proudly. "She tells me all the time! She says she loves you almost as much as she loves me."

"Almost as much?" He asked her, looking at you, making you hold in a laugh at the fake hurt in his eyes.

"Well," Coryo pretended to whisper, leaning closer to your sister. "Between you and me, I love your big sister too. Very very much."

"More than you love me?" Your sister pouted with her big eyes that got Coryo every time.

"No." He explained, wiping a tear that had just fallen on her cheek. "Never. I love my princess of Penam more than anyone!" Coryo explained, making your heart melt.

"How about you get some sleep." You suggested.

"Can I stay with you and Cory?"

"Oh course, honey." You smiled.

Coryo woke early the next morning curled up in your bed with you and your sister, saddened by the fact that he had to say goodbye. He looked at your sleeping sister on his chest and you sleeping curled into his side.

He had one arm wrapped around you, and the other around your sister. "Baby," he whispered, rubbing his hand along your waist, staring you from your sleep.

"Coryo," you mumbled slowly fluttering your eyes open. sorrow filling your eyes when you realized what was going on. "No," you whispered, tears coming to your eyes, as you tried not to wake your little sister.

"I have to. I don't want to, but I have to."

"Coryo."

"I know, baby." Coryo sighed, carefully sitting up, trying not to wake Thena. "But I'll come back to you. I'm going to come back."

"I don't want you to go."

"Cory," Thena quietly asked, shifting in Coryo's arms and looking up at him with her big eyes. "Where are you going?"

"I'm just going on a trip, princess." Coryo said, not wanting to tell her the truth.

"When will you be back?"

Coryo looked at you for help with this one.

"It'll be a while honey. That's why I'm sad."

"Cory, don't go! I don't want Sissy to be sad!"

"Aw, honey, Coryo has to go." You explained.

"Do you have to?" Thena asked with her big eyes.

"I do, princess." Coryo explained, brushing the hair out of her face. "But I'll be back as soon as I can. Can you do me a favor while I'm gone, princess? Can you take care of your sister for me?"

"Yeah! I'll take care of her!"

"I know you will, princess. Thank you." Coryo smiled, kissing her head, making her smile as big as she could.

"I love you Cory!"

"I love you too, princess." Coryo smiled, giving her one last kiss.

"Okay, Thena," you let out, playing with her hair. "How about you go back to your bed before Mother and your father wonder where you are."

"Okay," Thena let out, looking up to Coryo. "You're coming back to us right Cory?"

"Of course I am." Coryo smiled, wiping a tear off of her cheek with the pad of his thumb, trying not to let his own tears fall out. "I can't leave the love of my life, and my princess of Panem, now can I?"

"No." Thena smiled. "When will we see you again?"

"As soon as I get back my princess."

"I love you Cory!" Thena said, throwing her arms around his neck.

"I love you too." Coryo explains, hugging her tight to his chest, finally letting a tear fall, breaking your heart even more.

🌹🌹🌹

ONE YEAR LATER

It had been exactly a year since that night. The last night you had spent with your Coryo. Your love. You hadn’t heard from him since and it breaks your heart.

But that didn’t stop you from trying, and you know he tried too. Your step father was the one keeping you apart. Ready to marry you off to money so he didn’t have to work as hard anymore.

“Oh Coryo,” you cried, tears staining your face and hitting your bed, as you cried looking at the picture of you and Coryo from a little over a year ago.

“I miss you so much. Gosh, I hope you’re doing okay. Please come back to me, Coryo. Everyday is just getting so much harder and harder. The only things that’s keeping me going, from keeping me surrendering to my bed everyday, is Thena. She is still true to that promise she made you. She takes care of me without even knowing it. She misses you, Coryo. She always asks me when you’ll come back. She's gotten so big, Coryo. She's six now, but still loves her Cory.

My stepfather is trying to marry me off to Arachne Crane's older brother Eiran. I have to meet up with him and the whole family tomorrow so our parents can discuss wedding arrangements. Oh Coryo, I don't want to marry him. Please Coryo. Please come back to me. Please come save me. I love you."

"Sissy?" You heard your little sister ask, looking up to see her poking her head in. "Why are you sad, Sissy?"

"Oh, Thena." You let out, watching your little sister, walk over to you. Though she has grown in the last year she is still so young and small. "Don't worry about me."

"But you're crying. I don't want you to be sad. I told Cory you won't be sad."

"See, that's the thing, hun. I miss Coryo." You explained, snuggling up with your sister in your bed. "That's why I'm sad."

"I miss Cory too. When will h be home?"

"Soon. I hope." You tell her, the later part under your breath for her not to hear.

🌹🌹🌹

"Mother, please don't make me do this," you begged as your mother finished getting your dress on you.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but I have no choice. Your stepfather owns all of us. Our life is up to him, until you get married and belong to someone else."

"But Eiran Crane?" You ask. "Mother, he know's nothing of love. It would be a miserable, loveless merging. The only love in my life be those of the kids he would bestow upon me for his heirs. But even then I could not love them fully like they would deserve because they would be half of a man I could never love."

"Oh hush!" Your mother ordered, moving on to your hair. "You should never say such things. Eiran is a good man, and you should be honored that he and his family is even considering you to be his wife."

"But Mother, I would be throwing my life away. He is so much older than me. He's already finished the university, and if I am to marry him, I would not be able to attend for I am to be the dotting house wife."

"And you wouldn't be if you were to marry that young Coriolanus Snow? The one to broke to even take care of his old grandmother."

"Do not disrespect the Snow's like that. They are wonderful people, mother."

"Be that as it may, marrying the young Snow would only ruin your life. There would be no money, and your step father would never provide you with any."

"I don't care!" You yelled, trying to jerk away, making your mother burn you with the curling iron.

"See, look what your childish behavior made me do." She hissed when you yelped out in pain.

"But I won't marry him. I won't marry Mr. Crane, I just won't!"

"You hav no choice in the matter my darling."

"Father would have never done this to me."

This seemed to work. Indeed it did do the trick for you mother softened and carefully put down the curling iron, setting down next to you.

"I know. I know he would never. And I do wish your stepfather would never do this to you. But I am just his wife, there is nothing I can do about it."

"If father did this you would have talked to him and stopped this, yes?"

She sighed and looked down. "Darling, this is different. Your father and I married for love. We were both equal. But after he passed, and the money left behind ran out, I had to do what was best for you. I had to marry Mr. Sorin. For he had money, and could provide for us."

"But you don't love him."

"No. Nor does he love me."

"Then why did you do it?"

"Because, I had to take care of you. I had to do what was messed for you. I had to give you a better life, then being poor. And when Mr. Sorin offered to take care of us, should I let him be in control of us, I just had to do it. I had to do it to give you a better life."

"But, is this what you would call a better life? Me being bid to see who would be interested in me, and who would pay Stepfather the most money for me?"

"When I married hi, and put our lives in his hands, I did not know that he would do this to you. I wish he wouldn't. But I can't stop him, and neither can you. For he owns us."

"He might legally own me, but he won't control me, Mother. He just won't."

🌹🌹🌹

You were walking in the garden of your home with Eiran Crane, while his parents were talking with your mother and stepfather, while Thena was playing and entertaining herself with her dolls in the gazebo.

"So, Y/N," Eiran started, as they walked along the garden. "After the marriage, I will own you-"

"So everyone says," you let out.

Eiran stopped, and looked down at you. "I will own you. That's how it works. And when we do get married, you will no longer attend the university, instead you will being the doting house wife, and as soon as we get married, you will start trying to give me heirs for you to take care of, nurse, rase, and love."

"And what about you?" You cut in. "Would you love your kids?"

"That is not my job. That is the mothers job."

"No. It is both parents jobs to love and rase their children. I will not grant a man whose wish is for me to drop out of the university to have children if he shan't even love his own children."

"They are not my children, they are my heirs. And your children. We will have at least one of each no matter how long that takes you-"

"Takes me? You sir are the one who decides the sex of the child. Do you not know anything of how reproduction works?"

"Now, listen," he ordered. "You will grant me with how ever many heirs I bless upon you. Our eldest son will be granted my company when the time comes, and our eldest daughter will be named Arachne after my late sister, and her late aunt. Do you understand?"

You went to answer but were cut off before you got the chance to.

"Cory!" Thena yelled, gaining everyone's attention as she got up and started running.

You looked in the direction she was running and there he was. Right there, he was right there, still in his peacekeeper uniform. But he was there.

He was finally home.

🌹🌹🌹

Coriolanus' POV

Coriolanus took a deep breath as he made his way up to your door. He knocked on the door and smiled when he saw your favorite maid answer the door.

"Mr. Snow." She smiled. "Oh, it's been so long. Mistress. Y/N has missed you so."

"Where is Y/N?" Coryo asked, trying to look around to find her.

"Oh, she's in the garden sir. The whole family is out there."

"Thank you." He smiled, making his way to the garden.

When he got there he stopped in his tracks, heart breaking at the sight. You were standing in the garden, talking with Eiran Crane, while your parents were sitting in the gazebo, talking and drinking tea with the Crane's while Thena played with her dolls.

Coryo didn't know how long he was standing there, but right when he was about to walk away Thena looked up from her dolls and her face lit up, with the biggest smile going from ear to ear.

"Cory!" She yelled, getting up and running to him, making his heart fill with happiness and pride as the little girl ran to him.

Coryo bent down and opened his arms wide as Thena ran into them. "Oh my princess!" Coryo smiled, wrapping her up in his arms and spinning her around in the air.

"Cory, I missed you!"

"I missed you more my princess." Coryo explained, holding her in his arms, balancing her on his hip while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Look, Cory," she smiled, mouth wide to show him her smile. "I lost my first tooth!"

"Oh, my princess is growing up. You've gotten so big in a year."

"Sissy, missed you!" Thena let out, turning her head to her sister. "Sissy, look! Cory's back!"

Coriolanus turned to look at you, seeing the shocked expression your face.

"Coryo?" You whispered, tears in your eyes as everyone watched you. Your mother was surprised, and your stepfather was lived, along with the Crane's confusion.

"I'm back."

"Is it really you?"

"It's really me, baby."

"Coryo!" You yelled, running to him and throwing your arms around his neck, he wrapped your free arm around you, holding you close and tight as he kissed you with all the love and passion anyone could hold.

🌹🌹🌹

Two Years Latter

"Congratulations, Mr. Head Gamemaker," you smiled, leaning up and kissing your long time boyfriend, who was just granted the honer of head gamemnaker.

"Thank you, my love." Coryo smiled, looking down at you.

It had been two years since he came home, and you both finished the university, and Coryo was able to get your stepfather to cancel your engagement to Eiran Crane.

It was now winter, and the Capitol was shining with snow, as small flakes peacefully fluttering down from the night sky. falling around your face and sticking to your hair.

Coryo was smiling down at you, moving one of his hands up from your waist to move some of your hair out of your face, and cupping your cheek.

You leaned your face on his hand, smiling at the warmth. You shivered as another gust of wind came, pulling your big furry coat that Coryo got you tighter around you.

"Are you cold my love?" Coryo asked, wrapping your cheek with his thumb.

"A little," you ament, sheepishly smiling up at him.

"You're adorable," he stated, looping his arm around your arm, and putting the opposite one on your gloved hand. "I know you don't like the cold, let's get you in for our dinner reservation."

The two of you got to your table in the fancy restraint, Coryo pulled our your chair letting you sit down, making you let out a soft giggle.

"Thank you, Coryo."

"Of course my love." He smiled, kissing your temple and taking his seat across from you. "How was your day my love?"

"It was good Coryo." You smiled, looking at him with bright loving eyes. "Thena wanted to go out and build a snowman so we did that and we played in the snow some, which of course made her think of you."

That made Coryo smile as he grabbed your hand. "It has been a while. I've been so busy my love, but I do mean to see her soon."

"I know Coryo. And she knows that too. Besides she's usually at school or in bed when you get the chance to come over."

"I do miss that little princess though. Perhaps tomorrow I can come by."

"Oh she would love that Coryo, but I don't think that would be a good idea?" You said, your smile quickly fading.

Coryo saw the look on his face and fear only grew. "What is it?" He asked, squeezing your hand, trying to stay calm. "Did he do something to you, Thena, or your mother?"

"No, no," you quickly let out. "It's just," you trailed off with a sigh.

"What is it love?" Coryo pressed with a gentle voice.

"I heard him talking about needing a commander down in 3, and I'm scared he's going to send you."

"My darling he wouldn't do that to us. Not anymore."

"But Coryo, he would. And he could."

"Well it would look bad for him, sending his future son in law away?"

"What?" you asked.

"That's not how I meant for it to come out." Coryo explained, getting up and coming over to you, getting down on one knee making you gasp.

"My darling love, you are the love of my life, and I need you like I need air to breathe. You are the other half of me. You keep me good when it's hard and everything I do I do to protect you or to do what is best for you. My love, I love you so much, and you would make me the happiest man alive if you will marry me?"

"Oh Coryo!" You cried, jumping up and flying yourself onto him as he stood up, almost knocking him down. "Of course I'll marry you!"

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You weee a nervous reck trying to get ready the next morning. The whole family was home so you and Coryo were going to tell them about your engagement. You took a deep breath and slipped your ring on, right as you heard the familiar sound.

“Cory!” Thena yelled, making you smile and leave your room. The moment you walked out the door your smile grew at the sight.

Your boyfriend, no, fiancé was walking towards your room with your sister in his arms. Smiling down as she talked to him.

“Well isn’t this a lovely sight.” You smiled, walking to them.

“Sissy!” Thena let out.

“Hi, my love.” Coryo smiled, pecking your lip.

“Hi.” You smiled, turning your attention to your sister. “Why don’t you go find your parents okay, hun?”

“Okay, Sissy!” Thena let out, as Coryo put her down.

“She’s getting so big.” He let out, rapping you in his arms as you watched her run.

“I know. Before we know it she’s gonna be in the Academy.”

“Not yet, love. She’s still a kid.” He smiled.

“I wish she could stay this way.” You breathed, leaning on him.

“I know my love.”

“I hope she doesn’t have to go through what I was supposed to.”

“She won’t. I wont let her.”

“Thank you.” You let out. “You know, you’re going to make a great father one day.”

“Thank you my love.” He smiled, kissing your temple. “You are going to make a great mother one day.”

“Sissy!” Thena called. “I found them.”

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“What is all this about?” Your stepfather huffed, as you were all sitting in the sitting room.

“Darling,” your mother started. “What’s that on your finger?”

“It’s my engagement ring mother.” You smiled, trying to hide your nerves for your stepfather’s reaction.

“Oh my darling,” your mother gasped a smile spreading across your face.

“This is unacceptable!” Your stepfather grumbled, making the smiles fade, as you held on tighter to Coryo.

Coryo’s jaw tightened as he rubbed thigh reassuringly. “Why might that be, Mr. Sorin? Your stepdaughter is her own person and she gets to choose who she loves. And might I remind you, that if all of this outrage is about money. I am the Plinth heir, after the tragic death of Sejanus Plinth.

“Coryo,” you breathed, trying to get his attention. He continued so you quickly looked to your mother to cover your sister’s ears.

“The death that could easily have been avoided if you didn’t send me to the districts, making him fallow me so he wouldn’t have to be stuck without his best friend. But because of you my best friend is dead, and I hope you live with that on your conscience. That you are the reason my best friend is dead.”

“Coryo,” you let out, squeezing his hand, gaining his attention. You gave him a stern look, signaling to your little sister.

“I’m sorry, my love.” He whispered, kissing your head. “I got carried away.���

“So when’s the wedding?” Your stepfather smirked, making confusion seep over you.

“As soon as possible,” Coryo let out, not playing into his games. “And then we’ll have the honeymoon of course.”

“Of course.” Your step father nodded. “And where will you go?”

“We don’t know yet.” Coryo explained. “But afterwards we will need time to adjust into my penthouse.”

“Naturally. How long do you think that could take?”

“As long as we need it to.”

“I need a commander down in 3. I was hoping you’d be interested. After your all settled of course.”

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“I cannot believe him!” You yelled, slamming your purse down on the table in the front room of Coryo’s penthouse.

“Darling,” Coryo let out, nonchalantly, trying to keep his voice down, knowing the Grandma’am was taking her mid afternoon nap.

“I mean it’s total bull-“

“Darling,” he let out again, grabbing your shoulders. “Grandma’am is trying to sleep.”

“Sorry.” You sighed.

“It’s okay. Why don’t we go have some tea? Does that sound good?”

“It does, Coryo.” You sighed, fallowing him as he headed to the room.

"I told you he was going to try and send you," you sighed, taking a sip of tea.

"He won't my love."

"How can you be so sure?" You asked, looking at him with big eyes.

"Darling, we don't have to do this. It's interlay up to you," Coryo explained, cautiously grabbing your hand.

"What are you thinking, Coryo?"

"I get you pregnant."

"Coryo," you let out in a small gasp.

"We don't have to. I know it will be hard, but it's the only thing I can come up with for him not sending me away."

"But Coryo, you're the head gamemnaker now, is that not enough? Is there nothing else you can do?"

"Darling, that doesn't matter when it comes to the up roar in the districts. In fact people may think it better for me to go if it's not during the games. My love, we don't have to do this, it's your choice."

"But what if I do get pregnant and he still sends you away? Then will I be on my own during my pregnancy? Or will he just send you after the baby would be born?"

"Darling, hopefully by then it will be all over and he won't need me."

"Do you think we should do it?"

"I do. But I'll only do it if you're going to be okay with it.”

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Months later

“Coryo,” you mumbled trying to find him in bed one morning. “Coryo?”

“Hi, my love,” Coryo whispered, kneeling by your side of the bed, gently putting his hand on your arm.

“Why are you up?” You murmured, tiredly moving your head to look at him. “‘S too early.”

“I haven an early meeting, my love,” Coryo explained, smiling softly and lovingly at you.

“why?”

“Because they’re busy the rest of the week.”

“but we were supposed to spend the day together.” You pouted.

“And we will. I promise we will my love. Just go back to sleep and I’ll be home by the time you wake back up, okay?”

“Okay.”

That would’ve been true if you hadn’t woken up three hours later with your stomach churning and ready to get rid of everything in it.

you bolted up and rushed to the bathroom, one hand on your stomach as you prepared to throw up. You threw up what was the first bit and flushed it, letting out a sigh. After it flushed, you rested your head on your arm on the toilet waiting for the rest to come.

You heated the door open but didn’t even bother to look up, knowing it was your lovely husband the second he sat next to you and put his hands on your back.

“Is the baby upsetting your stomach again my love?” He asked, sweetly rubbing your back.

Yiu nodded and let out a sigh.

I’m so sorry my love.” He let out, kissing your head and holding your hair as you let the rest out. “All done?”

you nodded as you landed back into him. “I hate throwing up”

“I know my love. I’m so sorry.” Coryo cooed, pushing your shirt up (well technically it’s his shirt) and resting his hand on your tiny bump.

"Coryo," you breathed, looking down at his hand.

"What is it my love?"

"I'm scared to be a mother." You breathed, tears coming to your eyes.

"Oh my love. You are going to be an amazing mother." Coryo let out, kissing your temple.

"I'm worried I'm not going to be good."

"You have nothing to worry about my love. You practically raised Thena, and look at her."

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Everything was going great. You and Coryo were as happy as ever and he couldn't wait for the baby to be born, he was more than happy when you started to show, barely able to keep his hands off of you. That is until your step father sent him away at the start of your third trimester.

You quickly became bed redder, weak without the strength of your husband there with you. You missed him, needed him. But he was stuck in the districts because of your stepfather. You didn't have the energy to do anything. You laid in bed, skin growing pale and weak. Your body thin except your baby bump.

You were laying in bed one morning, about a month after Coryo left, blind to everything in the world. Your hands were subconsciously on your bump as the tears slowly fell down your face.

"How is she looking?" Your mother asked the doctor.

"She's very weak. The baby is healthy still, for now that is. but if she keeps this up we'll be lucky if either one survives birth when the time comes."

"What can we do?"

"She needs to get her strength back, get stronger and healthier. If there's anyway you can even do that."

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“Please, bring him home!” Your mother yelled that night. She was in her room and fighting with your stepfather about bring Coriolanus home.

“Absolutely not! I need a commander!”

“And my daughter needs her husband!"

"Does it look like I care?"

"No! You don't care! You've never cared about her! But for once in your life please just do something for her! She's dying, and the only person who could possibly save her is stuck out in the districts because of you. Please just for once in your live take care of her."

"I am taking care of her. I'm taking care of all of Panem by having Coriolanus as a commander."

"If you don't bring him back I will!"

"You would never!"

"I would! I would do anything for my daughter and grandchild!"

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A few days later

You were laying propped up in bed one afternoon, Grandma's sitting on the side of your bed, trying to spoon feed you some soup. As per usual you were unresponsive, staring off into space, hand on your stomach.

"Please, Y/N," Grandma'am begged. "Please eat for me dear."

After trying some more Grandma'am put the soup down on the bedside table, and sighed walking out the room.

Grandma'am closed the door behind her and turned around to a blessed sight.

"Oh Coryo!" She exclaimed, hands going up and cupping her grandsons cheeks. "Oh my Coryo. We've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you too, Grandma'am. How is she?"

"Oh, she's not doing too good, Coryo." Grandma'am sighed. "She's not eating, she barely leaves the bed. She's pale and skinny, Coryo. And oh, she just won't eat, I was just in their trying but she didn't even respond."

"It's okay, it's okay, Grandma'am." Coryo cooed, trying to clam his grandmother down. "I'm back now. I'll take care of her. You go get some rest okay."

Coryo opened the door and saw what a pitiful sight yih were and his heart broke. Your mother told him what would happen if you didn’t get your strength back and that broke his heart. He couldn’t live with out you, he just couldn’t.

“Darling, he let out, walking to her and gaining your attention.

Your eyes got big and tears came to your eyes as you reached out for him. “Coryo? Is it really you?”

“It’s me.” He explained, sitting in the bed next to you, and cupping your face in his hands. “I’m right here.”

“Coryo!” You yelled, doing your best to throw yourself on him and give him a hug.

“I missed you my love. Yoh and our baby.”

“We missed you. Oh, Coryo,” yiu tried to talk but only more tears fell.

“Shh. Shh. It’s okay. I’m back now. But we got to get your strength back so you can properly take care of our baby okay?” Coryo explained, grabbing the bowl and leading the spoon to your mouth. “Okay, my love, eat this for me okay?"

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"Coryo," you let out, leaning all your weight onto him as he tried to help you walk around.

"What is it my love?" He asked, hands firmly holding, one hand rubbing your belly.

"I want him died."

"What?" Coryo asked, stopping in his tracks.

"I want him died. All he ever does is hurt us. I don't want my baby to have to deal with that. Please, Coryo, kill him like you did Highbottom. Please Coryo, please."

"Okay, I will my love." Coryo breathed, kissing your head. "Come on, you've done beautify, but let's get you back to bed now."

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“Good morning love,” Coryo smiled, playing with your hair, as you slowly fluttered your eyes open.

"'d Morning, Coryo," you mumbled, looking at him through half open eyes, one hand resting on your stomach and the other going to play with his curls.

"Did you sleep well, my love?"

"Yeah, did you?"

"I did, darling, thank you. How are you feeling today?"

"Good, our little baby let me get some good sleep last night." You smiled, making him smile to, placing a hand on your stomach as well, leading you to intertwine your fingers.

"That's very good my love. Do you have any plans for the day?"

"No. I was thinking I could take the day to rest?"

"I think that is a very good idea. You've been working very heard, and the doctor is happy with your strength. I'm very proud of you my love, you deserve a day to rest."

"Thank you, Coryo. Growing a child is no easy task."

"I would imagine not, my darling. But you are doing such a great job at it."

"Thank you, Coryo. What do you have planned for today?"

"Well, I have to go into the office for a little bit this afternoon, and I was thinking on the way home I could stop by your family's house, and have tea with your step father."

"Really?" You gasped.

"Are you sure you want me to do it?"

"Yes, Coryo! Please, I want him died."

"Okay, my love, then I'll do it. How about your mother and Thena come over today then? I don't want Thena over there when I do it."

"I don't either. I miss her so much, I would love to see her."

🌹🌹🌹

The news shoot through the Capital like a rocket.

Pierce Soran Killed by POISON

Coryo had done it. He killed the man who caused so much hurt for you and him. When Coryo came home that night you were all sitting in the sitting room when he walked in, tears on his face and coughing up blood.

"Coryo?" You asked, doing your best to get up, as fast as you could with your mother's help, and then waddled your way over to him. "My love, what happened?"

"I'm so sorry, darling," he choked, spitting more blood into his handkerchief.

"What do you mean?" You asked, guiding him to his chair. "Darling, what happened?"

"I went to have tea with your step father, and someone," *cough* "Someone poisoned the tea."

"What do you mean?" Your mother asked, face the same, as she grabbed Athena's hand.

"We both started to cough up. blood, but before the medic could get there he dropped daed. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry. This is not your fault." Your mother explained.

"Mother, what does Cory mean?" Thena asked.

"Your father is died." Your mother said.

"Do they know who did it?" You asked, sitting on the arm of the chair, one hand rubbing his back, and the other rubbing your stomach, trying to clam your baby down.

"The butler who served us our tea," he explained, looking up at you, with pain in his eyes, one hand reaching for your stomach. "He was the only one who ever came into the room. It was just me and him in there, so it had to have been the butler. They are executing him tomorrow."

Coryo was cut off by an even longer couching fit, causing you to crinch. "Darling, come on. Let's get you to bed. You need to rest."

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It has been 8 months since the tragic and unexpected death of your stepfather. A lot has happened in the past eight months. Your mother and Thena moved into the pint house. It was an absolute joy having them around more. You and your mother were closer than ever after the death of your step father. Your mother didn't care that he passed, in fact she seemed a lot happier now. Thena didn't seem affected either, she was never close to her father, she barely ever saw him.

But the big thing was your baby coming into the world. It was mid day when your baby decided to make their grand entrance to the world.

Coryo did his best to be at home at all times, to be there for you and the baby, never wanting to let your lift a finger, now that your strength was fully back. But mainly he didn't want to leave you. He knew that you wouldn't be alone, that Thena, your mother, and Grandma'am would be with you all day, but he hated leaving you. And of course the one time he left for a meeting was when your baby decided it was time to come into the world.

You were sitting on the couch, playing with Thena when your water broke.

"Sissy?" Thena said, making you look at her.

"What is it hun?" You asked.

"Why did you pee yourself?"

Confused as to what she just said, you looked down and saw that your water had broke, followed by an intense pain in your abdomen, making you grab it and yelp.

"Sissy, what's wrong?" Thena asked, fear lacing her face.

"Nothing, honey," you panted. "Just go get Mother okay?"

You were laying in a hospital bed, holding your mothers hand as a contraction hit again.

"I know. I know," she cooed. "but you're doing so good."

"Is it almost done?" You cried.

"It is, the worst is done."

"I want my husband."

"I know. I know, he should be here soon."

Just then the door burst open and Coryo came running to your side. He looked frantic, hair pulled and curls coming out of the gel, tie and suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up as high as they could.

"Coryo!" You cried, reaching out for him.

"I'm here, I'm here darling," he sighed, holding your hand, and kissing your sweaty head. "I'm right here. I shouldn't have gone to that meeting, I'm sorry my love."

"It's not your fault. This little one was just ready to come out," you chuckled.

After hours of pain, your baby boy Zade Crassus Snow came into the world. You couldn't be any happier. You had your beautiful and healthy baby boy who looked just like his father, you had your loving husband who was such a loving and devoted father as well. You had your mother and sister, and Grandma'am as well.

But the other big change was that Coryo ran and got President of Panem.

It was his first official day in office, and you had all moved into the Presidential Mansion. The city was going crazy with all their celebrations. Parades were spreading across the streets. Thena was in school, and your mother was out with some friends, Grandma'am asleep in her new luxuries bed room. And Zade sound asleep in his nursery.

"Help my darling," you heard, turning around to see your very handsome husband walking in, with his red suit, the one that fit him perfectly, your favorite one.

"Coryo?" You smiled, circling your arms around his neck, as he circled his around your waist, holding you close. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you been in the west wing, being busy running the country, than being in the residence with your tired wife, who has on spit up stained pj's, and badly needs a nap?"

"You still look gorgeous though." He smiled, kissing you tenderly.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Mr. President," Coryo's assistant says coming in. "There's someone in the west wing here to see you. Says that you two go way back."

"I'll be right down." Coryo replied. He man nodded, then walked out. Coryo looked back at you and went in for one more kiss, but was cut off by the cries of Zade.

You both sighed and rested your foreheads on one another. "I can go get him," Coryo let out.

"Coryo, you have someone waiting for you."

"It's probably Festus, he can wait."

"Darling, just go get it over with. Besides, Zade's probably hungry."

"I can stay," he let out.

"Darling, go work. We'll come visit you after he eats and we both get dressed."

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You got dressed into something loose and comfortable but still professional enough to go down to your husbands office in. Then picked up your babbling little boy, smoothing down some blond curls out of his face as he smiled up at you.

"Ah-ah!" Zade exclaimed, making you smile. He hasn't quit gotten to he point yet where he can say things right, but still you and your husband knew what he meant.

"I know, you want to see Dada, but we got to get you dressed first, little man. Dada has a big job, and we won't to look professional for him." You explained, as you walked to his nursery and got him dressed in his cut little outfit.

🌹🌹🌹

"So," Eiren asked, sitting in Coryo's office, looking at a family portrait of you, Coryo, and your baby. "What is it like to live the life I was supposed to live?"

"What?" Coryo asked, about ready to strangle this man to death. He had thought it was going to be Festus waiting for him in his office, but his blood ran cold when he saw your ex fiance waiting for him. Just then he heard a knock on the door, thankful for the interruption. "Come in."

They both looked up to see you walking in with a smiling baby Zade. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Eiren sitting there, but that didn't last long. "Ah-ah!" Zade cheered, knocking you out of your thoughts.

You smiled and walked over to your husband, who was smiling down at his baby boy. "Hello my lovely son." He smiled, kissing his head, making him babble even more.

"Ah-ah!" He smiled, reaching out for his father.

"He's been missing you," you smiled, handing Zade over to your husband, while trying to ignore Eiran staring into you.

"Well, I've been missing him," Coryo smiled, taking him in his arms.

Eiran cleared his throat making everyone turn to look at him. "Well hello, Y/N." He smiled. "Would you be so kind and get me something to drink?"

"She's not not a maid," Coryo cut in, anger lacing his face.

"No, it's okay, Coryo," You smiled, sweetly, putting a loving hand on your husbands shoulder. "Of course, Eiran."

You went over and got him a drink prepared, feeling is lingering gaze on you.

"You look magnificent," Eiran explained, as you walked back towards him, handing him his drink.

"Yes well you look even more handsome than you did .. the day .. I left you," you smiled, taking your place back at your husbands side.

Eiran was taken aback by your replay, but Coryo couldn't help but smirk over his drink. You took Zade back and held him close to your chest, head facing the other way as you watched Eiran take a sip of his drink and then fall to his death.

Coryo stopped and stared for a second surprised, then looked up at you with a smirk on his face, standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Darling," He asked, making you hum, looking up at him with a sweet smile, and a babbling baby in your arms. "Did you sneak into my drawer in my desk?"

"I don't think it's sneaking if you gave me a key."

"I'm so proud of you darling," he smiled, giving you a tender kiss.

"I'm proud of you."

"I love you."

"I'm pregnant." You smiled.

Coryo looked down at you flabbergasted, like you just killed a man. (I mean technically you did) "You're what?"

"I'm pregnant. I wanted to tell you when you first came up, but then we had other plans. Are you mad?"

"Darling, this is the best day of my life!"

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The Voice that Urged Orpheus

Should I be working on my many WIPs? Yes, but I had to write this. This is based on an anon request for kinkfest part two that I didn't do because they didn't follow the rules, but it got the ideas going, so I guess I'm writing it anyway. This is mostly smut.

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Contains: Voice kink, praise kink, blindfolds, fingering, P in V, aftercare, fluff.

2K words

I won't deny I've got in my mind now, all the things I would do - Hozier

It started innocent enough, with Jax telling you about his day while you worked away in the kitchen. Eventually, he grew tired of the handful of feet between you and came up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder while he wrapped his substantial arms around you as he spoke, the gravel in his voice tingling against your skin as it moved over every word. "Are you listening to me Darlin'?"

You shook out of your stooper and spun in his arms, smiling before pressing a kiss to his plump lips. "That's exactly what I'm doing, you were saying something about the wrong coolant."

He chuckled and reached a hand up to stroke your cheek with rough fingertips. "Yeah, that's about right." He placed his hands on your hips and spun you back around, patting you softly before sucking on his tongue. "I'll let you get back to it, I'll be around if you need me." There was something in his tone, a lit to it that let you know something was brewing in that pretty head of his.

You nodded. "Ok, don't go far."

His hands lingered on you momentarily as if he were making a final decision before kissing you quick and firm on his cheek. "I won't."

He was tightlipped about his plans all night, regardless of whether you could see them on his face or not. It took you walking into the bedroom with him behind you for you to know what you were getting into. On the bed was the thing taken from the trunk under the bed, a blindfold. He was smirking when you turned around, his bright eyes lit up with affection. "What are you planning Teller?"

He took your hands in his and pulled you close. "A night of pleasure for my wonderful woman."

You raised an eyebrow. "Ok, you gonna tell me where all this is coming from?"

He shook his head. "I just want to treat you."

You want to argue, tell him he was always good to you but the hunger in his eyes told you that any logical talk would be lost of him. "Of course my love."

He led you to the bed, sitting you down on the end before picking up the blindfold and lifting it to your face. "Can I?"

You nodded. "Sure."

You closed your eyes as he tied it behind your head, his fingers delicate so as to not catch any hair. You felt him run a flat hand all the way down your body from your neck to the edge of his reaper crew shirt, which you had elected to sleep in, tugging it twice before speaking right into your ear. "Can this come off?"

He stopped you before you could help him, pulling it over your head as you lifted your arms to help him, then he was shifted away from you, not breaking contact but leaving the bed so he could pull you to your feet. His hands were gentle in their guidance, one on your hips and the other on your shoulder as he led you around the room to somewhere on the perimeter. He settled behind you, his hands running up and down your bare back as his head returned to your shoulder. "Do you know what's in front of you?"

You could navigate your bedroom in the dark, so you had a pretty good idea. "The mirror?"

"Good girl." He had that lit in his voice he only got when he was turned on and you could feel something pressing against your back as he stood behind you. His fingers moved down the sides of your body, pressing firm enough not to tickle you as they made their way to the hem of your sleep shorts. "These off too?" You nodded, and he slid them down, taking your panties with them. He didn't just take them off, he dropped to his knees as they fell and then kissed his way back up your legs when they were out of the way.

The room wasn't cold, but it was brisk enough to leave you seeking the warmth from his hands as he slid them over your arms. His lips found the back of your neck, and you titled your head to make room for him as his beard scratched your skin. One hand left your body while his lips remained, and you heard the rustling of his belt before a thud as his jeans hit the floor. He stepped back for a moment to rid himself of his shirt, then he was pressed against you, in all his naked, solid like a brick wall glory. "Where was I?"

You shrugged. "No idea."

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your body. "That's right, I was about to list all the things I love about you." He started on your face, taking your chin between two fingers to turn your head towards him so he could kiss you. "I love your lips, and not just because they feel so good, I like what comes out of them too."

He let your head go and focused on the mirror, his eyes roaming your body to pick something else to compliment. "I don't think I need to say how much I love your tits, they're fucking prefect." His rings gave a pleasant contrast as his warm hands touched whatever skin he could reach. "And your skin is so soft, if I had it my way, I'd always be touching you."

His gaze followed his hand as it moved on to your core. "And this pussy, where the fuck do I start?" His voice had gotten so rough that you didn't need to hard cock press to your back to let you know how turned on he was. You felt his teeth on your flesh, worrying marks into your skin like he was trying to stave off his desire by making his claim on you evident. His fingers slid through your slit as you gasped, and he groaned, speaking more to himself than you. "You're always so fucking wet."

You bit your lip as he pressed softly on your clit, trying to keep back the whimper that was rising in your throat, but he didn't like that, taking the thumb from his free hand and pulling your lips free from your teeth. "You have no idea what all those pretty noises do to me."

He changed tactics, sliding his fingers inside you and rubbing your clit with his palm. He didn't know where to look, your face with head craned back, resting on his shoulder, or his fingers sliding in and out of you. He settled for the mess between your legs, he could watch your face later in the night. He crooked his fingers to rub your G-spot, and his grateful groan reverberated through your ears as your knees grew weak. He happily let you lean against him, and you couldn't imagine how you looked as his deft fingers slowly stoked the heat inside you.

He kept a steady, even pressure with his palm, rubbing your clit in perfect circles that grew the waves of bliss like the wind builds the swell in a storm. He didn't know what he liked more, the way your chest had begun to heave or how you were beginning to rock against his hand as you approached the edge. "Jax, please."

He had forgotten his plan in all the wonder of watching you, and he kissed the shell of your ear to bring it back into focus. "You gonna cum for me pretty girl? I can feel the way you're squeezing me, you must be close." He was all but holding you up now, and there was nothing he loved more than the way you were trying to utter his name only for the pleasure of his fingers to steal it from your mouth. "Come on Darlin', be a good girl and cum for me."

It hit you like a train, with his strong fingers on your G-spot and his broad hand encompassing everything else. "That's it, there you go." He worked you through it with smug pride, taking each twitch and sigh and whimper as a boost to his already massive ego. He pulled his hand away, and you felt his wet fingers at your mouth, sucking them in early as you sucked your taste off them. He grunted and pulled them away before grabbing your face and kissing you, licking your taste from your lips as he snatched the breath you were trying to catch.

"You taste so fucking good." He gave you a moment, rubbing his face from ear to shoulder as his beard scratched your skin. When your legs were sufficiently stable, he led you back to the bed, prompting you to lay and get comfortable while he climbed on top of you.

You threw your legs around his waist, and he gripped his cock, running it up and down your slit. "Please, Jax, don't tease."

He chuckled. "I'm not teasing, I'm savouring the moment, can you let me do that?"

There was just a hint of desperate supplication in his voice, like if you had protested, he would have been powerless to resist your urging to continue. But he was in charge here, the love bites slowly coming to colour of your neck were proof of that, so you allowed him his fun.

"Whatever you want, I just …." You couldn't think, the arrogant bastard had slid home in one unwavering thurst just to prove a point.

Your nails dug into his ample shoulders, and he grunted as he started to rock his hips. The lack of sight made everything more intense, and you found yourself clinging to Jax like your life depended on it as his hips picked up speed. He pushed himself up on one hand, sliding the other between your bodies to rub your clit while he angled himself to hit your G-spot with each stroke. "Jax please."

He chuckled, his chest rumbling as he pressed his cheek to yours. "What do you need Darlin'?" You stuttered, the words stuck in your throat as he worked you closer to the edge. "Be a good girl and tell me what you need and I'll give it to you."

Your legs twitched, and he faulted for a moment before gathering his composure. "Come on Darlin'."

You focused on the feel of his lips on your skin and uttered out a response. "Whatever you want, please."

He slowed, and you could feel his gaze on you. "Whatever I want? Well, I want you to cum around my cock, can you do that for me?"

There was a smugness in his voice that was so painfully Jax and all you could manage was a nod and bury your face in his neck as he pushed you over the edge. He muttered praises in between your name and a string of curses, his pace losing its steady rhythm as he pulsed inside you. His hand slid out from between your bodies as his other failed, falling on top of you with a groan as he slipped out of you. He shifted slightly and you heard the click of a lamp before his hand was stroking your cheek below the blindfold. "The lights are off Darlin', I'm going to take this off now."

He slid it off your face, and you blicked the fogginess from your eye as his face came into view. "Hi."

He smiled softly. "Hi, you doing ok?"

You nodded. "I'm great. That was really fun, thank you."

His cheek wrinkled with a grin, and he rubbed your nose with his. "No need to that me, I had fun too."

He gathered you in his arms and took you with him as he rolled over, pulling you into his side as he ran his hand up and down your arm. "I'm gonna run you a bath in a bit, how does that sound?"

You sighed, a bath sounded nice. "Only if you join me."

He chuckled. "That's the plan." He nuzzled his nose in your hair and took a deep breath. "I meant everything I said, you gotta know how much I love you."

You snuggled closer and pressed a kiss to his chin. "I do, I love you too."

Fin

[mechaknight-98]

Intensity (NSFW) FT Haewon

Author’s note: partially inspired by @essentiallyleaf little Haewon piece. Haewon drives me feral

“Yo can you come by?” Haewon calls you and you reply,

“Sure do you need me to bring anything?”

“The lube, Some snacks, and that sexy ass of yours I wanna pound you then have you pound me till we're both so fucked out that all we can do is fuck, sleep, and eat,” Haewon responds as she begins to grope her chest on the video call. Her low-crop top rides dangerously low threatening to show her pert breasts which drive you wild. The thought of ruining the petite idol overwhelms you internally but externally you remain composed.

“Wow, that's so lewd Hae. What's gotten into you,” you ask

“You hopefully in the next hour,” she moans out and cuts the call. You quickly begin scrambling to get everything ready. After that, you drive (aggressively) to her little apartment complex. You make it too and when she opens it she pulls you into a lustful kiss. Becoming the world’s palest anaconda (and smallest), she wraps her tight little body around you as you stumble into the apartment with her. You react accordingly after carefully setting the groceries down and reciprocate her fervor by viciously groping her breasts and ass. Haewon’s and your combined hunger for each other gets the better of you and you tear off (literally) each other’s outfits in desperate races to be naked and start truly fucking.

The two of you eventually reach her bed and as you violently make out Haewon uses an exploratory finger and plunges it into your asshole. Her unexpected intrusion causes you to tense up but it also allows Haewon to perfectly reach your G-spot which causes you to cum on the spot.

“Oh fuck I'm cumming,” you moan as Haewon laughs while you cum. She begins to play with herself while watching you orgasm all over her. Your cum flies over your body covering it in your seed. You groan as you can't stop cumming.

After that intense orgasm, she finally breaks the kiss for longer than a few minutes and says,

“I love making you cum. It makes me so hot and wet knowing the power I have over you and that cock Haewon says as she began to start to stroke your cock again.

“I’m going to get the strap,” she says proudly before coming back ready to violate you some more. She also grabbed the lube that was on the counter. She poured the lube on the strap and began to stroke it covering the dildo in cold gel.

“You ready,” Haewon inquires. You turn to her and nod. She smiles greedily before she plows you. You are shocked at first by her roughness but quickly adjust as she repeatedly rams into your G-spot. You moan as she hits it again and again.

“Yes moan for me slut,” Haewon teases as she begins to spank your ass. You cry out as the pleasure overwhelms you and you begin to leak all over her sheets.

“Oh you like that slut,” Haewon challenges and you nod, “good you're so tight. I can barely get to pull out,” Haewon says through gritted teeth. You try to relax so she can get deeper and hit that spot. Her response is to see how much you can truly take. Haewon in a surprising display of strength pulls you up to be flush with her and begins stroking your cock while she fucks you from behind. The sensation is wild, intense, and overstimulating. You're unused to the stimulation forces of another reckless and violent load out of you. This orgasm isn't pleasant pain as your body forcibly tries to expel all of the cum stored within driving you up a wall while the bliss that should come is overshadowed by the pain. When the orgasm subsides you separate from Haewon. Unaware your screams are of agony and not pleasure Haewon strokes you desiring to push you to fuck her with equal ferocity. You swipe at her hands and leave the bedroom. Not used to this response and showing genuine concern Haewon follows you,

“Babe what's wrong?” she asks worried.

“I just need a minute, that was not pleasant,” you say trying to be amicable.

“But I thought you loved when I fuck your ass. She says closing in and you. She reaches down to your hard cock and begins to stroke again. The pain and pleasure blend breaks your brain as she takes you in for another kiss. Her arousal scent sends what little sanity you had out the window as you pin her to the ground. You rip off her strap and glare at her. She has a mad look of lust in her eyes that pushes you over the edge. You align your cock with her entrance before taking her. Her tight body shudders as you ream into her without care. Haewon moans as her body receives you. You grab her delectable tits and begin to pinch and pull,

“Hey be softer, oh god keep going,” Haewon says as her brain tries to process the pain and pleasure correctly but much like you the pleasure and pain blend into an intoxicating combination that leaves both of you less than coherent.

Driven by an abyssal level of lust you drool into Haewon’s mouth and she greedily accepts it as the two of you continue to fuck on the bottom of her floor.

“Yes, yes, gonna cum,” Haewon announces as her high begins to barrel towards her like a train running off the track. She moans as you take that as an encouragement to go faster. Her pussy tightens around your sensitive cock and Haewon moans feeling you throb in her sodden cunt,

“Fill this snatch up,” she challenges desperate to get your cum inside her. You smile evilly at her and say

“What if I don't? What if I just cum all over that pretty face?” Haewon’s eyes widened with terror. Whenever you two fucked she always demanded a creampie whether orally or regularly. She needed it and you denying her made her body jolt and lurch as she needed it now.

“Please dump your load in me. My filthy cunt needs your cum. Please. I'll be a good girl I promise Daddy,”

You laugh as Haewon uses that word quite infrequently so she must be desperate. So you give in. You cum into her tight hole with equal ferocity to the last two orgasms. (although with less pain) Haewon breathes relief as she calms down from her orgasm. You cum so much in her though that you watch her belly begin to bulge from your cum. Haewon moaned at her distended belly with perverse glee.

“Oh god I feel like I'm about to burst,” she declared enraptured by her body’s acquiescence to current circumstances, “god babe you were volcanic today,” Haewon moaned as she began to play with her clit. You watched as your still-hard cock demanded more stimulus. So you began to stroke it again. Feral lust has overtaken both of you. Haewon smiles as you line up with her wet snatch again. You start rapidly fucking her again your cum making friction a nonexistent issue. You grab her modest breasts and knead them the way she likes. Haewon screams in ecstasy, “cum in that creamy pussy again,” Haewon yells before grabbing your balls and squeezing out another violent load. It caused her to cum again as well. You groan as you feel your balls empty inside the idol’s vacuous yet tight pussy.

Her blessed outbody turns you on again but it's painful this time

“Uh Haewon,”

“Eh,”

“I think it's time for a break,”

“Yeah.”