#Possessive Behavior

[mocchiixxx]

Devoted to You | Yandere S.Coups (Part ll)

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of obsession, religious guilt, possessiveness, and unhealthy fixation. It explores a dark and intense form of love that may be unsettling to some readers. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to themes of manipulation, obsessive behavior, or morally gray relationships. Reader discretion is advised.

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The church bells tolled softly in the distance, signaling midnight. The sound reverberated through the empty cathedral, a solemn melody that should have been comforting—but tonight, it felt like a warning.

You sat in one of the pews, staring up at the towering cross above the altar. The dim candlelight flickered against the statue of Christ, casting shadows across the walls. Something about the silence of the church unsettled you tonight.

"You're still here."

The deep voice startled you.

Seungcheol stood by the entrance, his figure outlined by the moonlight streaming through the stained glass. His expression was unreadable, but his dark eyes held an intensity that made your stomach twist.

You forced a smile. "I didn’t realize how late it was. I should go."

You moved to stand, but before you could take a step, his hand gripped your wrist. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make you stop.

"You always say that," he murmured. "That you'll leave. But you never do."

Your breath hitched. Something about his tone sent a chill down your spine.

"I just—I like the peace here," you said carefully. "And you're always here, too."

His lips curled slightly, though it wasn’t quite a smile. "Of course. This is where I belong."

His fingers tightened around your wrist.

"And so do you."

You frowned. "Seungcheol, let go."

His grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened.

"You don’t understand," he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "I’ve prayed. I’ve begged. But it’s no use." His dark eyes bore into yours, desperate yet unwavering. "God led you to me for a reason."

Your heartbeat pounded against your ribs. "What are you talking about?"

Seungcheol slowly knelt before you, still holding your wrist. His fingers trembled against your skin, as if restraining himself from something greater, something dangerous.

"I fought it for so long," he whispered. "I told myself that love should be pure, that devotion should belong to Him and Him alone." He exhaled shakily. "But then you came along, and I realized something."

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

His grip slid down to your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Love is worship."

The candles flickered. The church doors creaked.

And in that moment, you knew—

You weren’t leaving tonight.

[satoshy12]

After the JL was able to make that raging dragon calm down, They finally got him what he wanted. A rock? A thief had stolen; what got him to rage that much?  He returned to a human body as he looked up and down at his rock to make sure it was his nice space rock. 

Danny, as the new guardian of the Amulet of Aragon, had gotten the problem of collecting things. And the nice space rocks are his! Dragon possessive, and a dragon ghost even more.  After being thankful, he turned to a dragon and did fly away. 

Later Justice League

Bruce:" So... how old do you think the dragon was?" Zatanna:" He is a whelp. I don't think even past 15 years old... No!" Bruce:" I can give him many space rocks so he doesn't go berserk again." Zatanna:" We can just find a place for him to hide it better! Diana is already doing it. She said:" I want to make sure the poor baby dragon isn't killed and truly extinct."

Bruce:" So I just need to talk with Diana. Sounds easy. "

[scap34]

sugar daddy! sub! bottom! Gojo Satoru x sugar baby! top! dom! male!reader

warning: cussing, smoking, inappropriate touching, dirty talk

Your sugar daddy wants your attention <3

“Can you give me just an hour?” Satoru practically begged. His body angled towards you, his hands clenched the sheets like it was taking all his effort to not reach over and touch you.

You let out a puff of smoke and smiled which he instinctively sucked in a breath to avoid breathing the smoke. You took another long drag from the cig, relishing in the way his expression twisted with desperation. 

You smiled and leaned down, blowing out the white smoke on his face. He coughed, giving you a distressed look, but stayed still. 

“Another 100,000 yen.” he nodded instantly, eagerly looking at you with bright blue eyes. “Well? Lay down.” 

He shuffled back, looking at you as he spread his legs apart. His half-hard cock already pressing his pants. He palmed himself and let out a whine.

He was tempting you, seducing you. But you knew that. 

You let out a breath of smoke and crushed the lit part of your cigarette and tossed it to the side without looking at it. Reaching over and you grabbed Satoru’s pale bony ankle and pulled him to you. 

He let out a soft moan, pupils blown with lust. He looked content to be manhandled by you. 

His white hair was shattered across the stain black sheets. The expensive kind that slid off his skin like butter. The ones you knew he brought for you. 

You smirked and caressed his cheek with the back of your fingers. His eyes fluttered shut and he rubbed his cheek against your fingers. The very picture of a content cat. 

“Satoru,” you cooed sweetly. He looked  up at you, six eyes soft and gentle. He looked at you as if you were everything to him.

“Hm?” You smiled gently. A bit of surprise filled his eyes, quickly followed by greed, drinking in the curve of your smile. His eyes shone with inhuman intensity. 

Your smile became more genuine, darker, fueled by his possessiveness. “Want me to fuck you?” He inhaled sharply, eyes meeting your own. 

“Yes.” He rocked his hips, with a moan. “Yes, please. Fuck me, [name].” He pleaded shamelessly. 

You licked your dry lips and kneeled on the mattress, your hands wrapping around Satoru’s thighs, as you slotted your body against his. His ass pressing against your hardening cock.  

He rolled his ass against you, whining when you tighten your grip on his thighs. Your fingers dug into the soft flesh, leaving bruises. Bruises that made heat pool in his stomach, your marks making him lightheaded.

“So fucking eager. Can’t wait to fuck your tight ass, sweetheart.” Your hands deftly undid his pants, teasing his cock as you pulled his zipper down. 

Soft pink lips let out honeyed moans. Sprawled across the black sheets, like a fallen angel begging to be sinned. His flushed hard erection, begging to be touched, twitching as you rub the head of his cock. 

He opened his mouth and looked up at you through snow white lashes. “Anything you want.” 

[aventurineswife]

WHAT IF AFTER A NIGHT OF *ahem* cuddles *ahem* with dan heng, he wakes up first and when he looks at reader he sees THE BITE MARKS AND BRUISES he left behind and he panicks a little. Internally wondering how he is gonna apologise for entering possessive dragon mode but when reader wakes, they just play it off since they love him (but do lowkey worry on how to hide them from the rest of the astral express)

“In your arms, I lose control”

Summary: After a passionate night with Dan Heng, he wakes up to see the bite marks and bruises he left on your skin. Overwhelmed with guilt and panic, he struggles to apologize for letting his possessive instincts take over. However, you brush it off with love and understanding, playfully worrying about how to hide the marks from the rest of the Astral Express crew.

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Fluff, Post-Passion/Intimacy Introspection, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Vulnerability, Humor, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Mentions of Biting And Bruising (consensual, within a romantic/sexual context), Slight Angst (Dan Heng’s guilt), Suggestive Themes (non-explicit), Reader mentioned covering up marks.

It was a rare, quiet morning aboard the Astral Express. The soft hum of the train's engine filled the air, but all was still in the shared quarters. The night before had been intense—intimate—unspoken, but felt deeply. Dan Heng had always kept his emotions guarded, but with you, something shifted. He had let down his walls, and for once, let himself indulge in the connection that was more than just physical.

Now, as the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, it illuminated the scene. Dan Heng was the first to stir. His eyes fluttered open, a slight tension in his chest. The warmth of your body beside him was comforting, but something tugged at the back of his mind.

He turned his head, his gaze softening as he looked at you, the rise and fall of your chest as you slept peacefully beside him. His eyes traveled lower, and his breath caught in his throat.

The bite marks—his marks—were visible on your neck, darkened bruises on your skin. His hands had left their mark, clenching into the soft, fragile flesh of your body in his moments of passion. His heart skipped a beat, and his stomach turned. A wave of panic washed over him.

He had never intended to hurt you. It had been an impulse, a rush of emotions that had gotten the better of him. His instincts, always just beneath the surface, had taken control. The possessiveness he thought he had buried had surged like a dragon awakening, fierce and unrelenting.

"Did I...?" He whispered to himself, staring at the marks. His thoughts spiraled. He never wanted to hurt you—never wanted to leave a trace of himself on you like this. He hadn’t meant for it to go this far.

The guilt gnawed at him, and his mind raced with ways to apologize. What could he say? How could he fix this? You deserved so much better than a mess like him, someone whose emotions could break through his carefully constructed walls and leave their mark.

Suddenly, a soft sigh came from beside him. Your eyes fluttered open, blinking against the light as you slowly came back to consciousness. Dan Heng quickly averted his gaze, though the panic still flickered within him.

"Morning..." Your voice was soft, laced with that familiar warmth that made his chest tighten with affection. As you stretched, your eyes caught the marks on your skin, and you froze for a moment.

"Dan Heng..." you said, your voice light and teasing, but with a hint of concern. "You really went all out last night, huh?" You gently touched the bite mark on your neck, glancing up at him with a playful smile.

Dan Heng stiffened, his face flushing a faint shade of pink. He opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, but you placed a finger gently on his lips, silencing him.

"I don't mind," you reassured him, a fond smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "I love you, Dan Heng. You know that, right?"

His heart thudded in his chest, both relieved and overwhelmed by your words. But even as the tension began to ease, you could see the worry lingering in his eyes. He was still conflicted, still unsure about how to reconcile his own actions with his feelings for you.

"But," you continued, a mischievous glint in your eyes, "we might need to figure out how to hide these from the rest of the crew. I don’t think everyone will understand."

Dan Heng let out a sigh, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips as the weight of his internal panic lifted. The tension in his body slowly dissolved as he leaned closer to you, his expression softening, though still tinted with traces of guilt.

"I’m sorry," he murmured again, his voice barely a whisper, as his hand gently brushed the marks on your skin. "I didn’t mean to be... so possessive."

You smiled warmly at him, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "You don’t have to apologize. I love you exactly the way you are."

Dan Heng's eyes softened, gratitude shining through. Still, his mind couldn't help but wander to the day ahead—how would he face the others knowing he'd left such a mark on you, physically and emotionally? But, for now, he had your understanding, and that was enough.

"Guess we'll need to be careful," you teased, lifting your head to kiss him lightly on the lips. "Maybe we can get creative with some scarves or high collars until the bruises fade."

Dan Heng chuckled, the sound low and soothing, the last remnants of his panic slipping away as he held you close. With you by his side, perhaps the weight of his past—and his instincts—would be easier to bear.

For now, he was content.

[diejager]

I can’t stop thinking about reader who’s a ballerina and 141 being absolutely obsessed with her, to the point they just have to have her.

Cw: DARKFIC, possessive tf141, ballerina!reader, obsessive behavious, tell me if I missed any.

It felt like something right out of a princess story, down to the T. They found you, a pretty, little thing in need of comfort and safety, frail and graceful on that stage. You twirled and threw your leg up, back arched so deeply that Soap had almost lost his mind. You looked so beautiful on the main stage, dancing under the bright, leading light that made you the main attraction of the theatre. You were made for the stage, for the light and the elegance of ballet, and the mask you hid under brightened your eyes, the glimmering gems accentuating the curve and fluffiness of your lashes.

They watched, eyes never straying from your body in the mass of dancers, easily finding you despite you mingling and switching places with others. You were just so perfect that it was hard to not find you. They had enjoyed the ballet show, all of it, from the dancing bodies to the melodic violins, cello and flute. Until men barged into the room, weapons pointed to the baroque ceiling and shot, firing dozens of rounds that fell down on a panicking crowd, pushing and fighting to get out of the room before they were gunned down by these men.

There was the reason they came to the show for. Where you were an unexpected and amazing distraction, the true attraction had finally arrived. Everyone had followed the plan, but Ghost had kept an eye on your fleeting figure, rushing behind the curtains and into the backstage, you were one of the few that managed to escape through the emergency exit at the back. With you safely secure by the second team they posted outside every exit, the four of them could concentrate on getting this plan executed.

Gaz had worked with traumatised crowds, instinctively finding you seated abord an ambulance, a thick blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Price and the others watched a small smile light up your face, cheeks slightly flushed from the adrenaline of the situation and a small laugh bubbling from you during your conversation with Gaz. He had always been the softest, the warmest and the most welcoming of them. Gaz was and will always be the easiest to approach, that’s why he dealt with crowds more often than them, and lucky them, Gaz had charmed your number into his phone.

He called every two days, forming a routine where you became used to his voice, creating a codependency between him and you. It helped that they missed you as much as you missed Gaz, your voice sounding out from Gaz’s phone with a light tone and airy laugh whenever he made a joke or a cheeky remark for them. Then he introduced you to another, incorporating Soap into your routine call and it couldn’t have gone any better. It was like gasoline to a dying fire, Soap’s cheek and golden retriever-like behaviour made you cackle and roll over in full-chested laughter.

For a while, it was only the three of you, hours spent on the phone talking and gossiping like Asian aunts, until Price and Ghost’s names (well, the mention of them) came up during. You shyly brought them up, your tone worried after Soap had told you about the rigged car, wondering about their injuries when they told you they had a few scrapes and burns. The two, who usually sat in the back of your calls, spoke up, Ghost’s dark growl and Price’s deeper rumble reassured you that they came out in better condition than the other side (you laughed and the four of them couldn’t help falling deeper in love).

You were always on their minds, if you weren’t on call, where they could hear you, feel you smile or bathe in your presence, and if they weren’t going to your ballet show, watching you twirl and dance and simply glow, they would be thinking of and about you. Your charming giggles. You sweet smiles. Your elegance. Your bright personality. Your snark. Everything about you made it hard to stop themselves from wanting more, and more and more. And soon enough, daily calls with you weren’t enough.

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[lanalace]

Gifts Given [Yandere Merman x FemReader]

Word count: 2,328

Summary: Nero Sol Nifan has waited for a mate for years while suffering from the madness that came as a side effect of the power he was bestowed. One day, he met you. His salvation. The only obstacle is that you were human. However, that was only an obstacle for you because he doesn’t plan to let you go.

Chapter 1 - Lost and Found

Life was a routine. Wake up, hunt, sleep and repeat. Occasionally the merman would share in song with the rest of his kind but that was it. He hated it. He was forever bored and life just felt mundane. Nero Sol Nifan was a 250 years old merman. He had reached maturity at 200 and had expected to find his mate within the first decade but no such luck. For a being so highly valued, it crushed his spirits. 

Most merfolk found their mates within the first decade of reaching reproductive age, so why hadn’t he? Every decade after that was just an insult to injury. It was an open wound that grew larger with each year that passed without finding his mate and he was becoming desperate, though he would never show it on the outside.

He was told by an elder that most unmated males felt this way at his age and that this was quite normal to feel anxious and desperate. But being unmated for years would start to dull the outlook on life and not a single female that has sought him out was his fated one. None so much as interests him. Every mermaid had a destined match, however that never stopped them from copulating until the day they found their mate.  He had both females and males fawn over him, within and outside of the mating cycles. But he rejected every single one of them. ‘If swimming to warmer waters was not ingrained in my biology, I would avoid it all together.’ Merfolk could enjoy each other's bodies whenever they pleased but only during mating cycles could offspring be produced and that's usually when most of his kind met their fated partner. 

He still held hope that he would be able to find his mate despite his age. So he made sure to always carry the betroval item in a white satchel around his hip, inside was a bracelet of brilliant large baroque pearls and shiny yellow gold spacers. It was of the highest quality and extremely rare/hard to acquire which is why he was the only merman to have such jewels grace his body and soon so would his person who he’d live out his days with. For now, having to watch the rest of his kind find their pair and their release in each other every year while he could not just enraged him. He was almost tempted to kill some of those pretentious merfolk. He could do so very easily but he decided against it. He could do it so very easily.

Nero Sol Nifan was the strongest, priding himself on becoming most desirable for when he found his future mate. Due to him not finding his mate for many cycles, he focused on honing his skill, reaching new heights that others previously could not. Now he was almost twice the size of a normal mermen, more muscular than the rest of his kind which would usually put him at a disadvantage for being so dense. It did mark him slower, however, that didn’t last long, he had trained his body night and day to be the fastest. Not only that, due to his intense training, he developed a power, a gift believed to be given from the great goddess of the sea. He had gained the ability to not only communicate telepathically with all sea life but he could also manipulate them freely to do his bidding. This made the fear, envy and love of him grow. He was like a God among his people.

Though his people viewed it as a gift, he couldn’t completely see it as such. Telepathy was a very useful skill to have but it was not within his control. It doesn’t turn off and more often than not, it was absolutely maddening. He was subjected to countless screams of pain, secrets he didn’t care to know, hatred, envy, unwanted depraved desires from unworthy mermaids. All of it was simply too much. As a result, he quickly began isolating himself, moving farther and further away from merfolk and into less populated waters. He was hoping distance might somehow help with the constant radio noise in his head. But he found it within an underwater cave, instead.

There cave was huge. It looked like an enclosed beach. There were bioluminescent fungi scattered along the ceiling and walls, giving the cave an almost magical feel. He looked at the beautiful glow of the cave, watching the pool leading to the ocean reflect off of the jagged walls. 

“Magnificent.” He said under his breath. He had never seen such a wondrous sight this deep under water. 

Nero Sol Nifan beached himself on the sandy floor of the cave, slipping his massive silver-white tail out of the water and curling it by his side. The moment he did that the noise in his head quieted down just a bit. It was still ever so present but it took the edge off. 

“Why is it that I was cursed by you, my goddess?” He spoke to the pool of water before him. He was expecting a response of some kind but was met with silence, the surface only reflecting his beautiful, milky face back at him. How he wished that he could go back to the time where he thought life was mundane. 

He sighed and laid himself down on a nearby rock that could pass as somewhat of a diving board. He was angry with the goddess, he cursed her name in his head and his hatred built for this deceitful deity who had taken his sanity. But he needed to rest. 

50 years later~

Nero Sol Nifan woke up to the sound of fish screaming in his head. He never got use to this day in and day out chaotic noise. He looked a little worse for wear since the days before his life became his own personal hell. His eyes looked dull, dark circles have taken up permanent residence under his eyes, tinged with red from the endless stress. His handsome face looked a bit haggard but that was not enough to take away much from his beauty. 

He dragged himself out of his cave and into the water. He hadn’t eaten in a few days, wishing to just parish within the walls of his cave. But today, something told him to go out. He didn’t understand the urgency amidst the buzzing chatter in his mind but he followed his instincts.

The white tailed merman swam out into the open ocean in search of his next meal. He felt uneasy today but brushed it off. It happened to be a rather dreary day, the waters were turbulent and a bit colder than normal while the world above was crying heavily. He knew that he could simply manipulate any fish to come to him and have an easy meal but he enjoyed hunting. It gave him a chance to release a small bit of the madness that he lives with daily on his prey. 

That’s when he spotted a school of red snapper fish. The bright color caught his sharp lilac eyes in an instant and he was off. Speeding quickly in their direction, with his large tail pistoling him forward. The smaller prey was easily more elusive than a larger catch but he made quick work of them. Keeping up with the fast changing paths of the snappers, he allowed the chase to go on a tad bit longer than necessary before slicing through the school with his massive claws, skewering 8 of them onto his claws. That was enough for a meal so he indulged right then and there as the rest of the school swam off. 

He was pleased, this meal would sustain him for the next two days. With a full stomach, the handsome merman lazily began his journey back to his cave. Had the water been steady today he would have basked in the rays of the sun instead. 

“Unfortunate.” He grimaced to himself.

He didn’t get more than a few feet away from his original position when he heard and unusual crash behind him. The white hair merman turned tin the direction of the sound and what he saw confused him

“A human?”

‘What was a human doing so far away from land?’ He thought to himself. There were no ships in the water, he would have seen it. Heck, he would have heard all the fish nearby chattering about it. His tired eyes landed on the sinking figure and his heart tightened. He felt something akin to panic start to take over him. It had been so long since he had felt anything outside of rage or pity for himself. He had the human in his arms before he even realized that he moved to catch her.And just like that, his world grew quiet. Nero Sol Nifan’s face grew into an incredulous look and his body trembled. 

“I can’t hear anything anymore.” His eye expanded in shock as he slowly looked down at the human in his arms and his grip tightened around the creature’s body. 

With a clear mind for the first time in ages, the merman blew a large bubble around the girl, encasing her within the translucent orb. He swam full speed to his cave, reaching there in record time. He pushed the bubble to the surface of the pool and burst it, catching the being and resting her on the crystal like sand. He brought his head to her face and listened carefully but no sound escaped those lips. 

“No!” He cried out. ‘I will not lose my salvation the moment I finally have it.’

 He gripped the creature's shoulder and shook hard a few times, noting how small and fragile you felt in his hands. Unfortunately, that did not work either. His panic rose because he thought that the human might have died so he placed his hand on its head.

“Still warm.” He whispered and that knowledge calmed him. Thinking quickly, he performed the maneuver that he had witnessed sailors use on their own kind on several occasions by pressing his palm on breast bone and applying pressure repeatedly. He was careful of his strength, knowing he could break such weak bones easily. It took about 30 seconds before the human's eyes flew open and it sat up, coughing up water.

‘It actually worked.  Thank goodness that I was able to preserve this human life.’ He sighed with relief. The merman eye the frail thing as it continued coughing and sucking in air, he could only see the back of its head from where he sat. ‘It looks so weak compared to the ship dwellers.’ His thoughts stopped there because that object of his quiet thoughts turned to face him and met his inquisitive gaze. 

The moment their eyes met, his cold heart froze. It was as if time stopped in that moment as he looked upon the tiny human. She was female, with thick, long h/c hair clinging to her face and back. Her dazzling e/c eyes sparkled like jewels with the tears she had yet to fully shed and a small coral pink lips that attracted he wished to touch. His heart started back up and it throbbed in his chest. He never thought his cold heart would beat for a human. His body felt so hot from the top of his cheeks to the base of his tail. 

‘What is this? My body feels so hot. Almost like it is mating season yet different. I feel drawn to this creature. Could this be my mate? Is this what all my suffering was for? To make sure that I was kept pure for this little human?’ It was uncomfortable but strangely pleasant. It was like nothing he had ever felt before but he decided he liked the feeling. It was exciting. ‘So this is my mate. I have cursed the goddess of the sea everyday for the past five decades because of this damned curse but she not only bestowed me with power, she also has gifted me this precious female. I am terribly sorry goddess I have wronged you and been ungrateful and undeserving. I will never look down on the blessing you have provided me again. I will never question you again.’ 

He was so caught up in his own inner thoughts that hadn’t even realized how terrified his tiny mate-to-be looked. She eyed him with fascination and great fear while she inched away from him. He didn’t like that one bit, narrowing his eyes, he yelled at her.

“Stay!” 

But the little female squealed in response, throwing her small hands out in front of her in defense. Her little scream sounded melodic to his ears. He found himself wanting to hear her talk to him so he spoke again, this time gentler. 

“Female, you are safe. I have saved your life. I will not harm you.” He reached a webbed hand out to her slowly, intending to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. But the girl flinched away and started speaking in a rushed manner. 

“Please don’t eat me. Please don’t eat me. I promise I don’t taste good. Even sharks don’t like people meat. So please just stay where you are.” 

He retracted his arm and gave a small smile endearingly. Due to all the excitement, he had completely forgotten the language barrier. He did not understand her at all but her voice was so pretty and soft that he instantly liked it. It suited her feminine appearance well. If she had had a tail, he wouldn’t even blink twice and acknowledge her as a beautiful mermaid just based on her appearance and voice. 

Fast as lightning, he snatched the human's outstretched wrist and pulled her to him. Before she could so much as scream, the merman pressed his lips to her. 

[Chapter 2 is out!]

[return-to-limbo]

I want to memorize every inch of you. Like an artist studying their muse. Like a disciple worshiping their god.

[violentvaleska]

𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵉ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ!ʟᴇᴠɪ × ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ʟᴇᴠɪ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪs sᴛᴏɪᴄ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴍʙᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛ...

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴀɴɢsᴛ, ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, sᴍᴜᴛ, ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀғᴀʙ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴅᴏᴍ/sᴜʙ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs: ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ғᴏᴜʀ ғɪᴠᴇ

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Morning light spills through the gossamer curtains of your chambers, a soft gold that paints the room in ethereal warmth. The scent of parchment and aged leather mingles with the faint aroma of morning dew wafting through the open window. Your desk is a quiet storm of scattered history books, quills, and half-finished notes. The carved oak chair creaks faintly beneath you as you shift your weight, leaning closer to the pages of an ancient tome.

Your quill scratches across the parchment, the ink a bold contrast against its pale surface as you jot down observations. Names leap at you from the thick pages of Eldia’s illustrious history, weaving a tapestry of its lineage and devotion. Maria, Rose, Sina. They appear again and again, their presence as immutable as the stones of the walls they inspired. Sacred. Eternal. Each tied to the goddess Ymir and her three daughters, protectors of Eldia. You pause, your hand stilling as you trace the lines of the names, their weight pressing against your mind.

You close your eyes briefly, breathing deeply. Of course, those walls had to be named after them too. It seems Eldian noblewomen have a fable for choosing these sacred names, and it’s evident why; they carry power, a divine legacy. Yet they feel stifling, heavy with expectations you cannot meet. Historia. The name briefly dances in your mind, but you discard it almost immediately. It feels awkward, a shadow of the queen you’ve already come to know. Elyria, another suggestion, tumbles into your thoughts, but its meaning "God is my Lord" feels distant, almost mocking.

Levi’s voice echoes in your mind, sharp and clear: “You’re not a saint.” A bitter smile curves your lips as you sit back, your chair groaning under the weight of your thoughts. He’s right, of course. You aren’t, and you never claimed to be. These names, bound to devotion and sanctity, feel foreign, like ill-fitted armor. You sigh and push the book aside, its pages snapping shut with finality. Flipping through another volume, a different name catches your eye: Elise.

The accompanying illustration is delicate yet commanding, its ink aged but vibrant. The woman’s skin is a warm, rich brown, her features strikingly different from those of the pale, fair-haired Eldian women depicted elsewhere. Her hair, dark and curling like soft waves, frames her face beneath the weight of an ornate crown; one you recognize from the royal collection.

Your fingers linger over the drawing as you read her story. Elise was a foreign-born queen, not of noble birth, a woman thrust into Eldian court life as a peace offering. Much like you, she had little say in the matter. Yet, she rose above her circumstances with wit and courage, uniting two fractured kingdoms and securing her place in history as a beloved queen. Her name is spoken with reverence even now, two centuries after her reign.

“Elise.” You murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. The name feels light yet grounded, neither overly delicate nor harsh. You repeat it to yourself, testing its sound, and it feels right. The door creaks open behind you, and Sasha enters, a tray of pastries and tea balanced expertly in her hands. The scent of freshly baked goods fills the room, momentarily cutting through your thoughts. Her gaze falls on a sweet biscuit in particular, and her expression gives her away.

“You can take it.” You say with a faint smile, gesturing to the treat.

“Are you sure your Highness?” She asks, her eyes widening with excitement. “Positive.” She eagerly plucks the biscuit from the tray and seats herself beside you, her curiosity evident.

“Any luck with the name?” You nod, gesturing toward the open book on the desk.

“Elise. I think it might be the one.” Your maid pauses. “Elise?” Sasha repeats, her eyes lighting up as she leans in to inspect the illustration.

“That’s perfect! Do you know her story? She wasn’t from Eldia, but the people adored her!” You grin, her enthusiasm infectious.

“Do you think the court will approve?” She doesn’t hesitate. “They’ll have no choice.” Sasha speaks firmly, her tone full of conviction.

“Elise was very popular. You shall be too, your Highness.” Her words settle something within you, a flicker of resolve strengthening your heart. This name feels like more than a choice; it feels like a bridge; a way to connect with a future you’re still learning to navigate.

Tonight, at the intimate banquet, you will tell Levi your decision. The gathering is small, a prelude to the grand ceremony tomorrow. Friends and family of the Emperor will dine together in quiet celebration of the union to come. You glance at the drawing of Elise one last time, your fingers tracing the delicate lines of her crown. Yes, this name feels right, not just for its history but for the strength it symbolizes.

The banquet that evening is a vision of grandeur, the kind of spectacle reserved for royalty. Chandeliers hang like clusters of stars, their golden light shimmering against polished mahogany tables and the gleam of silverware. The air is alive with murmured conversations, punctuated by bursts of soft laughter and the occasional chime of crystal goblets.

You sit beside Levi, your hands folded neatly in your lap, your posture as composed as the porcelain figurines adorning the nearby shelves. Your gaze flits across the room, catching fragments of conversation here and there. Now and then, your thoughts wander to the exchanges you’ve had throughout the evening, piecing together stories from the fragments shared with you.

From Mikasa's mother, you learned that they don’t reside within the palace walls but instead live in Maria, the third holy wall of the empire. They’ve come only to attend the wedding, their visit fleeting, leaving the day after your wedding night.

Historia, in her typically warm yet sharp manner, shared another thread of intrigue. The Reiss clan, her ancestors, were once intertwined with the royal lineage of Eldia. Exiled after a political upheaval, they rebuilt their prominence in Marley. A fascinating detail, but one that strikes a chord in you for reasons you can’t quite name.

Even more intriguing is the revelation about your own family. Your father’s first wife, Dina Fritz, was of the Fritz clan, an ancestral link to the Reiss family and the former rulers of Eldia. Dina is also the mother of your half-brother, Zeke. A tangled web of bloodlines and histories, each thread pulling you deeper into a world where nothing is ever simple.

“If it means anything to you-” Historia had said earlier, her tone light but her eyes glinting with mischief. “-Levi is very popular in more ways than one from what I have heard. Perhaps the wedding night will turn out to your enjoyment.” The teasing comment had sent heat rushing to your face, and you nearly choked on your drink. Historia only laughed, patting your shoulder in a gesture meant to reassure but only leaving you more flustered.

As the evening wanes and the once-lively dinner slows to a serene hum, you find your opportunity. Dessert has been served, a delicate arrangement of sugared fruits and cream-filled pastries, and the room seems to settle into a lull. Conversations drift away from your end of the table, leaving a pocket of silence between you and Levi.

Summoning your courage, you lean slightly toward him. The scent of sandalwood and leather lingers faintly in the air around him, grounding you. “Your Majesty.” You speak quietly, your voice just loud enough to draw his attention. Levi turns his head, his sharp gray eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that always makes you feel as if he sees more than you’d like. He gestures subtly for you to continue, as though he has been waiting for you to speak all evening.

“I have chosen a name.” You inform, your voice steady despite the rapid beat of your heart. A small, hopeful smile curves your lips as you add. “It is Elise.” For a moment, there is silence. His expression remains unreadable, a blank canvas that gives nothing away. But then his lips shift, the faintest smirk curling at the corners. It’s the closest thing to warmth you’ve seen from him since your arrival. “Elise?” He repeats, the name rolling smoothly off his tongue. His tone holds a note of approval that surprises you.

“A wise choice. She was a queen of great renown. It will serve you well.” The quiet praise feels like a gift, unexpected but not unwelcome. A warmth stirs in your chest, unfamiliar and unsettling. For the first time, his sharp edges seem to soften, his usual detached demeanor giving way to something almost kind. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” You reply softly, your fingers brushing the stem of your wine goblet. Levi’s gaze lingers on you a moment longer before he nods.

“I will have it delivered to the priest first thing tomorrow.”

As the banquet continues to wind down, you find your thoughts drifting. Historia’s words echo in your mind, blending with the memory of Levi’s faint smile. The combination leaves you unnerved, yet oddly pleased. Your cheeks flush when your eyes meet his again across the table, and you quickly look away, blaming the wine you sipped earlier for the warmth on your face.

Tomorrow looms large in your mind, a whirlwind of nerves and uncertainty. Your new name, your vows, your future, it all feels heavy yet inevitable. But for now, you allow yourself to sit in the glow of the chandelier light, the faint hum of conversation swirling around you, and the quiet, steady presence of the man at your side.

The next morning, Mitras awakens in celebration, the city alive with joy and festivity. From the window of your carriage, you watch as the streets unfold in a kaleidoscope of colors: banners ripple in the crisp morning air, their bright hues catching the sunlight, and crowds cheer as you pass, their faces alight with hope and excitement. The sound of their voices is a strange comfort, though it does little to settle the nerves coiling in your stomach.

Inside the carriage, you sit alone, cloaked in the weight of tradition and the heavy fabric of your wedding gown. It is a masterpiece of tailoring; ivory silk embroidered with gold thread that glimmers like sunlight on water. Yet the corset cinched tightly around your torso feels like a cage, each breath a deliberate effort. A crown of elderflowers and roses rests upon your head, its sweet fragrance mingling with the faint smell of leather and wood from the carriage. Beneath it, a sheer veil drapes over your face, obscuring your features in modesty.

You try to focus on the beauty of the day, on the cheers outside and the delicate details of your attire, but your thoughts refuse to quiet. The veil and crown of flowers, a tradition you’ve never known in Marley, remind you how foreign everything feels. The people cheering for you see peace embodied in your figure, yet the irony is bitter; this union was not your choice. It was Commander Smith's idea of peace. And still, as Sasha had explained earlier, they adore you for solely that reason; the bringer of peace, their very own fairy godmother. You find it hard to reconcile the weight of their joy with the uncertainty roiling within you.

The carriage halts, jolting you from your thoughts. Through the window, you see the great church rising before you, its spires piercing the heavens. Roses and elderflowers adorn its arches and steps, their scent weaving into the crisp morning air. As you step out, a swell of applause erupts, louder and more jubilant than you expected. You blink in surprise, your fingers clutching the bouquet tighter as you take it all in.

“They are so swoon by you, your Highness.” Sasha murmurs, bustling to smooth the flowing train of your dress. Her words offer a flicker of reassurance, though the weight of countless eyes feels almost unbearable as you ascend the stone steps, giving the crowd a little wave. Men and women alike cheer at the gesture, throwing flowers of all colors in your direction.

Inside the church, the air is heavy with solemnity. The faint tang of incense mingles with the floral perfume of the decorations, the elderflowers and roses almost overpowering. Rows of onlookers turn to watch you enter, their gazes unyielding. You feel their scrutiny like a physical weight, but you hold your head high, each step measured. “Show no weakness.” You encourage yourself with each deliberate step.

The aisle stretches before you, long and daunting. For a fleeting moment, you picture your father walking beside you, his hand steadying your trembling one. The image is gone as quickly as it came, replaced by the stark reality of your solitary walk. This is not Marley, and you know nothing of Eldian traditions or the goddess Ymir, whose name echoes faintly in the priest’s recitations. At the altar, Levi waits. He stands tall and composed, his dark attire immaculate, the image of imperial authority. When his gray eyes meet yours, they soften ever so slightly, a fleeting glimmer of approval that catches you off guard. It stirs something in your chest, a mix of pride and vulnerability. You don’t understand why pleasing him matters to you, but the feeling lingers, undeniable.

The ceremony begins, the priest’s voice rising and falling in a rhythm that feels both foreign and familiar. The vows you repeat after him are simple yet profound; promises of loyalty, trust, and companionship. As you speak the words, you wonder if Levi can truly offer such things in return. His occasional eye roll at the mention of the goddess Ymir tells you he likely shares your doubts.

At last, the priest gestures for Levi to remove your crown of flowers and veil. You freeze as his fingers brush against your hair, the gentleness of the act unexpectedly intimate. He sets the crown on the altar with care, the veil slipping from your face to pool on the tiled floor. You feel exposed under the church’s high ceilings, your bare shoulders and neckline suddenly too conspicuous in the finely crafted gown. Whoever designed it clearly had the Emperor in mind, not its wearer.

“You may kiss the bride.” The priest announces. Your heart stumbles, your cheeks flushing hot as confusion flickers across your face. “What?” You whisper, caught off guard. Levi steps closer, his hand cupping your cheek with practiced ease. “Part of the ceremony.” He murmurs, his tone distant yet firm.

Before you can process his words, his lips press against yours. The kiss is brief, lasting no more than a few seconds, but it sends a wave of warmth through you. It’s soft and strangely grounding, leaving your heart racing and your mind reeling. When he pulls back, the sensation lingers, a strange comfort in the unfamiliar.

The ceremony transitions seamlessly into the coronation, the priest draping an emerald velvet cloak over your shoulders. The heavy fabric pools at your back as you kneel before Levi, your hands trembling slightly. Anxiety tightens your chest as you watch him take the silver crown from the priest.

It is of wonderful craftsmanship, adorned with emeralds, sapphires, and diamonds, its design echoing the weight of authority it represents. At its center lies a panel of green velvet, matching the cloak now draped over you.

As Levi places the crown on your head, its weight presses down, not just the physical weight of gold and jewels, but the burden of responsibility it symbolizes. You bow your head instinctively, unable to meet his gaze as the priest’s voice rises in proclamation:

“We hereby crown you, thee Elise, Empress of Eldia, Queen of Niedereldia, Queen of Obereldia, and Archduchess of Paradis.” The crowd erupts into thunderous applause, the sound echoing through the church like a tide crashing against the shore. Bells ring out in the distance, their chimes a jubilant announcement to the city. Levi extends his hand to you, his touch steady as he helps you rise. His fingers linger just long enough to convey a rare reassurance. “You did well.” He compliments quietly, his voice carrying a note of something close to approval.

The rest of the ceremony fades into a blur, the weight of the crown and cloak grounding you as the world around you seems to spin. Hand in hand, you face the crowd, their cheers a deafening reminder of the life you now step into. For better or worse, you are their Empress.

The wedding feast is a dazzling spectacle, a symphony of grandeur that overwhelms the senses. Golden candelabras cast warm light over the hall, illuminating tables laden with an array of delicacies; roasted pheasant, honeyed fruits, spiced wine flowing endlessly into gilded goblets. Laughter and the vibrant hum of conversation ripple through the air, mingling with the lilting strains of string instruments. Yet amidst the revelry, you feel untethered, as if you’re watching it all through a veil.

Historia and her ladies sit close to you, their chatter light and spirited as they try to draw you in. Their smiles are kind, their words encouraging, but your responses are soft, your attention fragmented. Even Levi’s family, scattered along the long tables, extend polite courtesies, nodding to you in measured approval. Yet the weight of the day clings to you, heavy as the crown that still rests on your head. Your own smile feels fleeting, a fragile thing that does little to conceal the exhaustion beneath it.

Across the hall, Lord Commander Erwin Smith leans slightly toward Levi, his broad shoulders and commanding presence unmissable even in the crowded room. A faint smile tugs at his lips as he sips his wine with deliberate precision, his eyes drifting toward you occasionally with a calculating glint.

“The commoners adore her.” Erwin remarks, his voice low and measured, though amusement laces the edges of his tone. Levi doesn’t bother to look at him, his attention fixed elsewhere, though the faintest twitch of an eye betrays his irritation.

“Tch. Why wouldn’t they? She fits the part.” He replies sharply, gulping down his wine. He would need it for what's to come. “It surprises me, honestly.” Erwin continues, swirling the deep red wine in his goblet as though weighing his words.

“Seems a pretty face colors the fact well enough that she was born of the enemy’s womb.” Levi’s expression darkens, but he rolls his eyes instead of snapping.

“Her mother is of Eldian blood. She chose a fitting name, looks like one of us, and hasn’t screwed up. That’s enough for them.” His eyes flick briefly to you as Lady Dok pulls you to the dance floor, her enthusiasm infectious. You seem reluctant at first, but as the music picks up, a quiet laugh escapes you, and for the first time that evening, you appear lighter. Levi’s gaze lingers for a moment before he looks back at Erwin.

“Get her some ladies-in-waiting. She’ll need someone to keep her occupied at court. Maybe one of my former concubines too. Might help her figure out how to deal with me.” At that, Erwin chuckles, nudging Levi’s shoulder lightly.

“Do be gentle with her tonight. We would not want her hating you after just a few hours of marriage.” Levi snorts, shaking his head as he refills his goblet. Erwin’s eyes drift back to you, watching as you move across the floor. The swirl of your gown and the soft laughter escaping your lips seem to brighten the dim corners of the hall. Yet his gaze is sharp, assessing, as though every detail of you holds a secret he’s determined to uncover.

“Are you not going to ask her to dance?” He prods, a teasing lilt in his voice as he glances back at Levi. “Fuck off,” Levi replies without missing a beat, his tone flat.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I did?” Erwin asks, his words carefully measured, though Levi recognizes the glimmer of deeper intent in his friend’s eyes. Levi lifts his cup to his lips, draining the last of its contents. “Do whatever the hell you want. See if I care.”

Erwin’s smile widens slightly as he sets his goblet down and rises from his seat, his imposing figure cutting effortlessly through the crowd. Heads turn as he moves, his presence commanding without trying. You’re mid-laugh when you notice him approaching, his golden hair catching the light, his broad shoulders making him an undeniable figure even among the nobility. He stops before you, bowing slightly, his movements precise and elegant.

“Your Majesty.” He greets with a deep bow, his voice smooth as polished marble. The title catches you off guard, and for a moment, you hesitate. You’re still adjusting to the shift in address, the weight of being “Empress” rather than “Princess.”

“Lord Commander,” you reply, inclining your head politely, your voice steady despite your nerves. He offers his hand, his expression unreadable save for the faintest trace of a smile.

“Would you honor me with a dance?” You glance toward Lady Dok, who steps back with a knowing grin, and then to Levi. The Emperor’s gaze is distant, fixed on his empty goblet as though he couldn’t care less about the scene unfolding before him. With a measured breath, you place your hand in Erwin’s.

“Of course.”

The dance floor shifts around you as Erwin leads you gracefully into the steps of the waltz. His movements are smooth, his grip firm yet respectful, and you can’t help but notice the precision with which he carries himself.

“You’ve adapted quickly to your role.” Lord Smith observes, his voice quiet enough that only you can hear. His gaze meets yours, steady and inquisitive. “Have I?” You reply softly, unsure whether it’s a compliment or a test. He tilts his head slightly, his lips curving into a subtle smile.

“More than I expected. But then, you strike me as someone full of surprises.” The comment sends a prickle of unease down your spine, though his tone remains pleasant. There’s something about the way he watches you; a keen, searching intensity that feels as though he’s peeling back layers of you with every glance.

“Tell me-” He continues, his voice low and deliberate. “-how are you finding court life? Are they treating you well?” You can't help but to feel there is some deeper intention to the question than he lets on.

“They have been kind.” you reply carefully, unwilling to give too much away. “I’m glad to hear it.” He says, though there’s a weight behind his words, as though he doesn’t entirely believe you. “Kindness is a rare currency in a place like this.”

The music swells, and he guides you effortlessly through the turns, his eyes never leaving yours. It feels less like a dance and more like a game, each word, each movement layered with unspoken meaning.

“You’re observant.” You note, testing him as much as he seems to be testing you. He chuckles, the sound low and rich. “It’s a habit of mine. And one I can’t afford to break, especially now.” His words linger, heavy with implication, and though his smile remains, it doesn’t reach his eyes. For a fleeting moment, you wonder what he sees when he looks at you, and whether he’s as loyal to Levi as he seems.

The waltz continues, but the atmosphere shifts subtly. The space between you and Erwin feels both vast and suffocating, as if the weight of unspoken words fills the air. His movements remain impeccable, each step calculated and deliberate, yet there’s a tension beneath the surface, a predator’s patience.

“I have heard rumors of spies your dearest father may have sent to Eldia.” Erwin begins, his voice smooth but pointed, his warm smile turning sharp, almost predatory.

“Just whispers, of course. You would not happen to know anything about that, would you?” His words hang in the air like a blade poised to strike. The question is wrapped in a veneer of casual conversation, but the underlying menace is unmistakable. Your breath catches, but you force your expression to remain neutral, meeting his piercing gaze with all the poise you can muster. The weight of his insinuation presses heavily on your chest, threatening to unravel your composure. Before you can summon a response, the music swells to a final, triumphant crescendo. Erwin steps back with an elegant bow, releasing your hand as though dismissing you from an interrogation.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening, my Empress.” He hums in containment, his tone thick with layered meaning. You stand frozen for a moment, your mind racing as his imposing figure vanishes into the crowd. A faint tremor runs through your fingers, the kind you can only hope no one else notices.

“Is everything alright, Your Majesty?” Reiner’s voice breaks through your thoughts, steady and laced with concern. He’s at your side in an instant, his sharp gaze locked on Erwin’s retreating form, suspicion etched across his face. “He knows…” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. Your fingers brush his armored arm briefly, a small gesture meant to ground both him and yourself.

“You and the others must stay put.” You add, your tone firm, though your heart pounds against your ribs. “If my husband decides to act on this, I will not be able to protect you.” Reiner stiffens but nods subtly, his jaw tightening as he processes your words. You step past him, your head held high despite the storm brewing inside, and make your way back toward Levi’s side, determined not to let the night see you falter.

As you reach the long, gilded table, the Emperor’s cold gaze shifts to you, unreadable but piercing. You move to take your seat, seeking refuge in routine, but Levi has other plans. Rising to his feet with deliberate precision, he extends his hand toward you.

The gesture is simple, but it commands the attention of the entire hall. The once-lively chatter dwindles into whispers, and then silence, as every pair of eyes follows your next move. The weight of expectation settles over you, but you don’t hesitate. You slip your hand into his, the warmth of his touch startling against your cold skin. With the faintest of nods, Levi leads you away from the table, his expression impassive as he guides you through the watchful crowd.

The soft rustle of your gown against the polished floor is the only sound you can hear as you step into the quiet corridor. The tension in Levi’s grip is faint but noticeable, his silence more unsettling than any words Erwin could have spoken. Whatever lies ahead, you can feel it in your bones; tonight is far from over. The doors to Levi’s chambers close with a heavy thud, the sound echoing in the quiet stillness of the room. The air here is different; cooler, thicker, carrying with it the faint scent of tea and parchment. The shadows from the flickering hearthlight dance across the stone walls, making the space feel both intimate and imposing.

Levi strides ahead of you, his steps measured, his posture stiff, as though he’s carrying the weight of the entire empire on his shoulders. He doesn’t turn around, but you feel the gravity of his presence pulling you in, your feet moving on instinct as you step further inside. When he finally stops, it’s by the edge of the massive bed, it's dark velvet canopy looming above like a storm cloud. He exhales sharply, his shoulders rising and falling with the motion, and then he turns to face you.

“Take it off.” He speaks demandingly, his tone low, deliberate. You blink, caught off guard by the bluntness of his words. His gaze locks onto yours, unwavering, his steel-gray eyes darkened by something you can’t quite name. The intensity of his stare feels like a weight pressing down on your chest, leaving you both breathless and exposed.

“My-” You start to speak, but he cuts you off. “The gown.” Levi clarifies, his voice softer but no less firm. “Take it off.” Your hands tremble as they move to the intricate fastenings of your gown. The silence stretches between you, heavy and electric, as the fabric slowly slips from your shoulders, pooling around your feet like liquid moonlight. You stand there in your shift, the thin material doing little to shield you from his piercing gaze.

Levi steps closer, his movements slow, almost predatory. When he reaches you, his calloused fingers graze your jaw, tilting your chin upward so you’re forced to meet his eyes. There’s something unreadable in his expression, a mix of restraint and possession, as though he’s fighting some internal battle you can’t see.

“You don't need to fear me.” His words are almost biting, but the way his thumb brushes over your cheek softens the edge. “I don't intend to hurt you.”

His words appear smoothing, reassuring even. It's almost like he smells and fears the anxiety in your gut.

“Take off the rest, please?” He asks, his voice quieter this time, but no less commanding, the polite “please” seemingly out of place. Your fingers move to the ties of your shift, but you hesitate, the vulnerability of the moment tightening your chest. Sensing your reluctance, Levi steps forward again, his hands coming to rest on your waist. His touch is firm, grounding, but not unkind.

“I won’t lie to you. Law provides that you are mine now, none of us has a say in this. Though I do hope that you see that bond as more of a union than anything else.” There’s no malice in his words, just a blunt honesty that leaves you feeling both exposed and oddly reassured. His hands linger on your waist for a moment longer before he steps back, giving you space to continue. He is different from how he behaved before, possessive in a way you haven't experienced before.

When the shift finally slips from your shoulders, leaving you bare, Levi’s breath hitches. It’s subtle, almost imperceptible, but you notice it, the brief flicker of something softer in his eyes before his expression hardens again. He doesn’t touch you at first. Instead, he simply stares, his gaze tracing the curve of your collarbone, the line of your shoulders, the swell of your hips. The silence is deafening, but it’s not empty; it’s filled with the weight of his presence, the heat of his gaze, the unspoken tension crackling between you like a storm about to break.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispers, the words rough, unpolished, as though dragged unwillingly from his throat. His hand rises again, this time brushing over your shoulder, trailing down your arm in a touch that sends a shiver racing through you. His fingers are calloused, a reminder of the man he is; hardened, sharp, but somehow gentle in this moment.

“I won’t maim you.” He promises tenderly, his voice quieter now, almost loving. “Not unless you give me a reason to.” The slight threat and raw possessiveness in his voice and word should unnerve you, but there’s a strange comfort in them, a sense of safety wrapped in his blunt honesty. If you do what he says you will be safe, perhaps even treated like a lover. The promise certainly appeals to you. Levi steps closer, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, his touch firm but not forceful. He leans in, his forehead resting lightly against yours, his breath warm against your lips.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.” His lips brush against yours, tentative at first, as though testing the waters. When you don’t pull away, the kiss deepens, his hand tightening on the back of your neck as he pulls you closer. There’s an urgency in the way he kisses you, a hunger that feels both possessive and desperate, as though he’s trying to claim you, to mark you as his in a way words never could.

Levi moves you toward the bed with a firm grip, his touch neither hesitant nor forceful; just deliberate. His urgency crackles in the air, charged with something raw and unspoken. He doesn’t waste time, hands trailing over your bare skin with a possessive reverence, as if memorizing the feel of you under his fingertips. You barely have a moment to process the sudden shift in energy before your back meets the mattress, the cool fabric beneath you a stark contrast to the heat between your bodies.

Your breath hitches as he hovers over you, eyes dark and unreadable, drinking in the sight before him. His gaze roams, slow and consuming, leaving a trail of fire wherever it lingers. You’ve never felt more exposed in your life, yet strangely, never more wanted. Then, methodically, he begins to undress.

With each discarded piece of clothing, more of him is revealed, the taut lines of his abdomen, the scars that mark his skin like remnants of old battles, the sheer strength woven into every inch of him. He is not merely a man but a warrior, built for precision and control, yet now, in this moment, he seems on the verge of unraveling.

Your eyes widen as he moves to cage you beneath him, his strong hands tracing along your collarbone before descending with excruciating slowness. When his palm brushes over your breast, a small gasp escapes you, and when his fingers trail lower, skimming your stomach before gripping your hip, your breath shudders.

Heat blooms beneath your skin, your body responding to his touch in ways you don’t fully understand. There is something overwhelming about being touched like this, about being wanted like this. And from the way Levi watches you, the hunger in his expression barely restrained, you realize he takes just as much pleasure in your reaction as you do in his touch.

“You like that, huh?” He murmurs, voice low, almost teasing. A smirk tugs at his lips, but his touch remains steady, exploring, claiming. His fingers slip into your hair, undoing the careful braids with slow, deliberate strokes, letting the strands spill over the pillows. The intimacy of the act sends a shiver down your spine.

His legs bracket yours, leaving no space for escape, but the thought never crosses your mind. You are trapped, yes; but it’s a different kind of captivity, one that leaves you breathless and weightless all at once. “Go on-” Levi instructs, his voice dropping into something rougher. “-help me out of these.”

Your gaze flickers downward, where his belt is already loosened, his dress trousers hanging low on his hips. Your fingers hesitate before moving to undo the buttons, knuckles grazing over the hardness beneath the fabric. The realization of his state sends another wave of heat through you. You know what it means, what your studies have taught you, but the reality of it, the anticipation in his expression, makes your throat go dry.

Levi sucks in a sharp breath when your hands brush over him, his muscles tensing. There is a flicker of something in his eyes; not quite impatience, but restraint, a tightly coiled thread threatening to snap. With a final pull, you slide both his trousers and undergarments down, freeing him from the last barrier between you. He kicks them off hastily, as if the weight of clothing is a burden he no longer has the patience for.

He should be indifferent to this, to you. This marriage is nothing more than strategy, a union for peace, yet here he is, watching you like a man on the brink of losing control. His fingers return to your skin, this time tracing over your chest, toying with the peak of your breast in a way that sends an involuntary shudder through you. Your back arches slightly, seeking more before you can even think to stop yourself.

Levi hums, seemingly pleased. “Sensitive.” He observes, his thumb rolling over the same spot, dragging another gasp from your lips. “That’ll be useful.” You grip his arms, overwhelmed, your breaths coming in shallow pants.

“W-What are you-” He leans in, his lips brushing against the curve of your neck, the sensation both featherlight and burning. “Shh.” Levi murmurs against your skin, his voice like gravel, thick with something unspoken. “Just let me get you ready.” The words send a shiver down your spine. Not a request; a promise.

His lips move against your skin with a slow deliberation, trailing from the curve of your jaw down to the hollow of your throat. Every kiss is firm, bordering on possessive, leaving warmth in its wake. You feel the way his breath ghosts over your skin before he presses his mouth lower, his hands following the path of his lips, mapping the shape of you.

Your pulse flutters wildly as his fingers trace your waist, then your thighs, spreading warmth with every touch. You aren’t sure whether to be nervous or excited, the feeling coiling in your stomach is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. He’s everywhere, surrounding you, his body pressing close without fully closing the distance between you.

Levi watches you, studying every shift in your expression, every stuttered breath. His fingers tighten slightly where they rest against your hip, as though grounding himself. For all his control, there’s an edge to him; like he’s holding himself back.

“You’re trembling.” The Emperor huns, his voice thick, yet softer than before. “I-” Your voice catches in a stutter as he presses a kiss just above your collarbone, his hand skimming the outside of your thigh.

“I don’t know what to do.” The confession feels raw, your vulnerability exposed in a way that makes your cheeks heat. Levi exhales through his nose, something close to amusement flickering in his expression.

“You don’t have to do anything.” Levi says simply, dragging his thumb in slow circles over your skin. “Just feel.” He leans closer, his lips hovering just above yours, teasing the distance between you. You can feel the heat radiating off him, the tension so thick it makes your head spin. He’s so close, yet he holds himself still, as if waiting for something, for you to close the space, for you to surrender entirely to what’s happening between you.

You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until he finally moves. His lips brush against yours, slow and lingering, before deepening the kiss with a quiet intensity that steals all thought from your mind. It’s consuming. The way he kisses, the way he touches, he makes you feel like you belong to him. Like he’s claiming something, and at the same time, offering something of himself in return.

His hand cups the side of your face, his thumb stroking lightly over your cheekbone, a contrast to the urgency in the way he presses himself closer. You can feel his heartbeat against yours, strong and steady, a reminder that beneath his composure, he is just as affected by this as you are.

Levis touches spiral down and before you know it his warm fingers brush over the nub between your legs, slowly caressing it in circles that make sparks appear in front of your closed eyes. An embarrassing wetness forms in-between your folds and before you know it his slender finger easily slips into your opening, making a stunned sound escape your lips.

One turns to two and two to three. The fullness that suddenly embarks in your insides is a burning hot pain that leaves you mute in discomfort, shallow breaths escaping you as the pleasurable feeling turns to hurt. Salty tears form in your eyes as you bite down on your tongue, wondering if it is supposed to feel this ripping.

“Try to relax.” Levi asks, slowly caressing your breast in an attempt to make the stretching more durable. With that you notice the pain numbing and slowly you sink deeper into the mattress, moaning with the rhythmic movement of his fingers on your chest and inside of you.

“I will take you now.” The Emperor announces, confident that he has managed to inflict such glee on you. The removal of his digits feels empty and you can't help but to whine at the loss, a bounting expression on your flushed face.

“Well aren't you a brat.” He clicks his tongue in fake annoyance and shifts his hand to wrap it around his member, coating the dip with your fluids and a way that has you shaking. His hard swell stands proudly and curves upwards to touch his lower abs, a sight that makes you feel eager and nervous at the same time. Lowering his pelvis, he pushes his dip forward right between your spreader out legs and meets your hot and coated skin.

This time you feel less pain since he has made sure to stretch you properly beforehand. It's a welcoming feeling when he slips into you with a calculated rut of his hips, slowly entering you to the hilt with a suppressed hum from deep inside his throat. You even see his adam-apple pop and his muscles tense as he holds you in place and down onto the bed.

He moves in a passionate way, his forehead touching yours as his silver eyes roam down your face to your breasts, watching them giggle as he slowly starts to increase the power of his thrusts. His length and grip fill you up fully, while his bloodshot dip frequently hits a point that has you shivering in ecstasy. You can't help but to feel embarrassed; the unhinged vocalization of your pure bliss, a mixture of strained moans and desperate little whines, leaves your reddened lips.

Levi, who has tried to hold his composure, isn't immune to the pleasure either. His groans start low, but the feeling of your walls enclosing his member coaks a variety of sounds out of him. “Shit.” He curses, eyebrows turning into a frown as he gasps for air, the motion of his hips seemingly endless as he has no interest to break the blessing intercourse.

“Hngh. I'm gonna fill up nicely.” He chims, a little smile on his face, as he watches you closely, his hand drawing down the lines of your waist and hip. Desire he hasn't felt before consumes him and deep urge to impregnate you fills his lust colored thoughts. “I wanna see your belly swell with my child.” His words, oddly straightforward, appear to trigger some primal section in your brain; wanton for his promise making another wave of wetness stain his member.

“Yes please.” You can't help but to plead, your glossy eyes glimmering with desire, as you look straight into his face, your lips parted in a way that makes Levi desire to use your mouth as he sees fit in the future. His hips runt faster, hitting a particular spot every time he pushes his length back into your cunt. It's intense, making your vision blurry with tears as you grip his shoulders for deer life, ever so slightly scratching at his skin, while your legs wrap around his middle to keep him close.

“Fuck. Good wife, just how I like it.” He praises, no sign of exhaustion in his steady voice, as he rubs deliberate circles on your clit, eyes gleaming with mischief as he sends another wave of carnal want straight to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I feel weird I-” A gasp breaks your words, tears rolling over your cheeks as you wiggle underneath him, not able to estimate whatever you want him to stop or keep going. You can't help but to cry out in desperation, the overstimulating feeling causing you to squirm while your loud moans encourage Levi to further inflict pleasure onto your clit with skilled movements of his fingers.

Your vision sparks with stars as you grip the naked shoulders of your Emperor harshly, your eyes closing as you part your lips in a lustrous way. While your back stretches upward so your sensitive breast could touch his heaving chest, a flow of lust, ecstasy and wetness explodes inside your walls, taking Levi by surprise as he takes in your orgasm striked face.

“Fuck.” He curses, the sight of you struggling with your new found release underneath him is enough to stir his own orgasmn, a wave of pure pleasure hitting his abdomen hard while he stills in anticipation. The moment his cum strikes through your walls you too stop moving to open your star struck vision, meeting Levi's eyes that appear a liquid silver again. His pupils are blown, giving the illusion of him being high on the ecstatic feeling.

The two of you take a minute to rest, heavy breathing cutting through the otherwise silent room. You whine at the loss of hus now softened member as your husband retreats from you, covering your sweat laced skin with a warm blanket. He brushes a strand of your locks from your face, an exhausted expression on his reddened face.

“I will clean myself up. You should rest a little longer and stay here for the night.” His words, kind and filled with concern, are enough to make your smile grow. Watching him turn and leave in the candle lit quarters has you leaving a breath you have held and a warm feeling spreads inside your stomach. The blush on your cheeks takes a while to simmer down too and you can't help but to miss his desiring touch already.

Looking back at how nervous and scared you felt about this night, you now know one thing for sure: Emperor Levi, while cruel in battle, is the most care-able lover you could wish for in bed. Now the only thing he has to proof is that he will do his role as your husband justice.

[dark-dirty-daydreams]

I'm afraid there is nothing normal about the way I feel for you. You make my blood hot and give me the shakes by simply existing. I'd do anything for you.

[slut4thebroken]

Jealousy

Pairing | Bellamy Blake x reader Summary | You plan to make Bellamy jealous to get some attention… not to spoil anything but it works. Warnings | sexual content, 18+, verbal humiliation, knife play, exhibitionism, bondage, possessive behavior, face fucking, edging, Words | 6k Notes | reader pov, they’re dating, it’s season one. Also I do plan on revising this soon. Ao3 link | <3 Masterlist

As you sat by the fire eating your food you watched Bellamy across camp. He's been busy building the wall and taking care of everything else all day and has barely even looked at you. He promised he'd find enough time to be with you... but that was two days ago. Normally you wouldn't be so clingy, especially because what he's doing is very important for the camp and everyone in it but to be honest... you're really really horny. The last time Bellamy has spent "intimate" time with you was two weeks ago. 

Deciding to do something about it you got up and walked over to Finn who was standing on the other side of the camp fire closer to Bellamy. 

"Hey, princess." You roll your eyes at that. Everyone keeps calling you princess and you're not really sure why. Some say it's because Bellamy is the "king" but then wouldn't you be the queen? 

"I told you not to call me that."

"Why not? Bellamy calls you that." He said with a small smirk. You looked at him, clearly annoyed and starting to regret your decision to talk to him a little bit. 

"Bellamy is my boyfriend. Obviously he can can call me that-" you looked over at Bellamy again and sighed turning back to Finn, deciding to just be straight forward and say it. 

"Whatever. Look I'm only talking to you to get a reaction from him, so are you in or not?" You crossed your arms over your chest waiting for his answer. His smirk never left his face. 

"Trying to make the king jealous, princess?" You just stared at him waiting for his answer. He chuckled and said "Yeah alright I'm in. What exactly does "in" entail?" 

"I don't know I'll touch your arm and laugh like you said something funny and you can... I don't know tuck my hair behind my ear or something? It shouldn't take much honestly." He agreed, knowing how easily jealous Bellamy could get. 

"You do realize Bellamy will kill me right?" A small smile crossed your face. "Don't worry about that," you laughed lightly, "I'll make sure he spares you." Your tone was teasing but he still seemed a little hesitant. 

You glanced at Bellamy one more time. He was facing your direction but talking to someone and not looking at you. Sighing you put your hand on Finn's arm and gave him one last questioning look and he nodded. 

You let out a loud laugh, trying to make it sound like the one that's only reserved for Bellamy, and trying to make it loud enough that he'd notice but not too loud that it'd be suspicious. You slowly trailed your hand down his arm as your laugh died off and brought your hand back to your side when you reached his hand. 

Finn was smiling, clearly entertained by your theatrics. He brought his hand up to your face and tucked your hair behind your ear. He went in for the kill and leaned down so his lips were almost touching your ear and whispered "He's watching. I know what'll make him snap, but if I die for this I'm coming back to life to kill you too." You let out a small laugh again and he brought his hand up to your waist then slid it to the small of your back. 

You bit your lip trying to contain your laugh because Finn was definetly in for it now. He pulled his face away from your ear but kept it close to your face. You heard someone clear their throat from behind you and you immediately took a step back and turned around. 

As expected, Bellamy's angry eyes met your's when you faced him. You put on your sweetest smile as if you hadn't just been fake flirting with Finn and let out a breathy, "Hi." 

He raised an eyebrow at you and glanced behind you at Finn. 

"Are you okay?" You kept up the sweet act hoping it'd make him go easier on your punishment later. His jaw clenched and he looked between you and Finn once more before grabbing your arm and dragging you away. 

You put up a little bit of a fight, but your excitement was only growing. "Ow. Hey! Bellamy, I was busy talking to Finn."

He stopped and turned to you and his expression made you take a step back- you were really in for it now. 

"I'm sure you were very busy talking to Finn."

"Yeah, I was." You tried taking your arm out of his grasp but he only gripped you harder. He turned around again and went straight to his tent, opening the flap and pushing you inside. 

"Ow fucking watch it!" 

He closed the flap and rushed toward you. He grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him, "I'd watch your mouth if I were you, princess." His voice was quiet but full of jealousy and anger. He took a step back and looked you up and down, and you tried your best not to squirm under his gaze. His eyes landed back on yours, "Take off your clothes." 

You stood there deciding how to play this. Submit willingly and he'd probably reward you... but also he probably wouldn't because of tonight's events. Or make things harder for him. Realizing both options would probably have similar outcomes you choose the fun one. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and just stared at him. He squared his shoulders and raised his chin making him look more intimidating and took a step toward you. 

"Take of your clothes." His voice laced with venom, kind of scaring you but you held your ground and just kept looking up at him. 

"Are you sure this is how you want to play this, princess?" 

You didn't move. 

He sighed and clenched his jaw, "Fine."

He took another step toward you and began taking off your jacket, but not without a fight from you. Unsurprisingly, he succeeded and tossed it to the floor. 

He took out a knife from his side pocket in his pants and your eyes widened. You moved to step back but he grabbed your hair and tilted your head back and said, "You might want to stay still for this." He smirked as you stayed frozen, your breathing labored, then lowered the knife to your shirt and cut it down the middle, "Hey!"

You didn't get to finish because he raised the knife to your throat, his eyes telling you, ordering you, to shut up. And you did. He dropped the knife and then took off your shirt, ripping off part of the bottom and bringing it up to your mouth. 

"I told you to watch your mouth." He said while starting to gag you. You pushed him back still not ready to completely submit yet and he grabbed your wrists, "Do I need to get the handcuffs too?" 

You stared at him and clenched your jaw, eyes wandering to some of stuff that came with the guard uniform he came down in. He smirked at you again and set down the piece of cloth.

"Fine." 

He walked over to the pile and grabbed the cuffs. He forced you around, now facing his makeshift bed, and he took off your bra before you even realized what was happening. 

"Hey-" you started turning around but he grabbed your wrist and pushed your top half into the bed, forcing your hands behind you. Once they were cuffed he lifted you and turned you around and picked up the piece of cloth. 

"Open." 

Not surprising either of you, you didn't.

He sighed again and grabbed your jaw forcing your mouth open before inserting the gag and tying it behind your head. He stepped back and looked you up and down with a smirk, clearly impressed with his work. You rolled your eyes.  

You heard the noise before you felt the sting on your cheek and let out a short groan turning back to him, a little suprised. 

"You need to fix your attitude right now unless you want more punishment than you're already getting." 

Now might be a good time to finally submit... but you weren't done having fun yet. So you rolled your eyes again. He brought a hand up to your throat and used the other to slap you again. He studied you for a moment longer before reaching up and pulling the gag out of your mouth. 

"You know what? I know a better way to fill your mouth." He shoved you down to your knees, your face falling forward into his legs from you lack of arm mobility and balance. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back making you whine quietly. 

His hands moved to his belt, taking it off and setting it on the bed. You had a feeling that was going to be used later... He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his underwear down just past his balls before taking his cock in his hand and stroking it. 

"You want it?" Smirking more than before if that were even possible. And...yes. You did want it. But you weren't going to tell him that. You sat back on your heels and looked up at him with a bored expression. 

Clearly growing annoying at your behavior he grabbed your hair and yanked you back up. When your mouth opened to let out a pained groan he stuck his cock in, suprising you and making you choke a bit. 

"Gagging already? I thought I trained you better than that, slut." You breathed out of your nose and relaxed your throat. With your hands behind your back and his hands in your hair you had no choice but to take as much or as little as he decided to give you. 

After another minute of slowly dragging your mouth over his cock he pulled your head back, "Say "thank you" princess." Your breathing was heavy when you locked your eyes on his, a smirk of your own growing on your face. 

"Thank you, princess." You mocked him and he slapped you harder than the last two times. You groaned and kept your face to the side before he yanked your head back in place and started fucking your mouth again. 

"You don't even deserve my cock." His breathing was getting heavy, "You went through all of that effort with Finn just to throw it away with your attitude." 

Finn. All of that felt like ages ago. 

"You know, if you wanted my cock so bad, all you had to do was ask, not whore around with the entire camp." A particularly rough thrust made you gag again and tears were welling up in your eyes. 

"Maybe you can't help it," his voice was sickeningly sweet, "maybe you're just a fucking cockslut that will take it from anyone who offers." He pulled you off his cock and you slowly shook your head 'no'. 

"No?" 

You raised your eyes to look at him, already starting to submit to him. He pulled your hair up until you're standing and pushed you forward into a kiss. The kiss was messy from all of the spit in your mouth from having your throat fucked but it was perfect. You went to move your hands into his hair but felt the pull of the cuffs on your wrists. 

You pulled back, both of you panting a bit. "Please," you whispered, "I want to touch you. Bell, please." He brought his hand up to the side of your head and you leaned into his touch. 

After another few moments he shook his head. "If you want to be rewarded you need to be good and prove that you deserve it." You immediately nodded your head and he let out a breathy laugh. 

"I can- I'll be good- I am good. Please, Bell." 

"You need to prove it, princess. I'm not letting you off the hook that easy after everything you've done tonight." Hot shame filled your body and reddened your cheeks. You looked at the ground, "I- I'm sorry." you whispered. 

"Please, I'm sorry I-" you broke off into a sob and he shushed you, bringing you into another kiss. 

"It's okay, princess. You'll have your chance to prove it. Sit on the bed." His voice was soft and it made you melt and instantly obey him. 

"Good girl." 

A shaky breath left your mouth. He tucked his dick back in his pants and kneeled in front of you. He grabbed the knife from the floor and put it next to you on the bed with his belt then took off your shoes and socks. He reached up and unbuttoned your pants, grabbing your hips to pull you up onto your feet before sliding them and your underwear down your legs. You stepped out of them and he stood up with you and brought you in to another kiss. 

His hands were everywhere- your back, waist, ass, chest, neck, face. It was heaven. You moaned into the kiss and the hand on your waist squeezed hard until you whimpered. He pulled back and trailed kisses down your jaw onto your neck, taking his time and leaving as many marks as possible. You moaned his name and longed to touch him, but knew you didn't deserve it yet. 

He pulled back and took a step back as well. His eyes went from yours, to your neck, then down and back up your body. He took off his shirt and you inhaled sharply. He then bent down to take off his shoes and socks and noticed your legs squeezed together. He brought his hands up to your thighs and separated them. 

"Did I say you could feel pleasure yet?" 

You honestly thought he was joking for a second because squeezing your thighs together barely did anything, but he stared at you waiting for your answer. 

"N-no." You disappointed him again. "I'm sorry..." you said quietly. 

He stood and dragged his hands up your body to your waist, "It's okay, princess. Just don't let it happen again."

"I won't." You were quick to answer. He kissed you again but only briefly this time. His fingers tucked into the waist band of his pants and underwear and your mouth started watering.

"I'll ask you one more time. You want it?" He repeated his earlier question and you didn't hesitate to answer this time. 

"Yes. Please. Please Bellamy." Nodding your head. He grabbed your throat to stop the movement and studied your face, "God you're desperate." The degrading words mixed with the adoration in his tone made you almost squeeze your legs together again. He caught the action and looked back up to you with a small smile, "Good girl." 

Your heart fluttered.

He stepped back and pulled his pants and underwear down, stepping out of them. Your breathing accelerated as you looked at his body- he's so beautiful.  

"You're so beautiful." 

You froze. Both of you equally suprised by the words that just left your mouth. But he smiled and kissed you hard. 

"Trust me, princess, you're the beautiful one in this relationship." You laughed lightly and shook your head. 

He walked away from you leaving you confused for a second before he returned with the keys and turned you around to take the hand cuffs off.

"Can I please touch you, Bell?" You asked, quietly, wanting to still be good for him. 

"Of course, princess." 

Your hands immediately went to his hair and pulled him into a kiss. Somehow each one was always better than the last. With his hands on your waist, he walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed and gently laid you down. You pulled him on top of you, starting to get impatient and he chuckled. 

You continued kissing until he pulled away leaving both of you breathless. He stared at you a minute longer then sat up and reached behind himself and grabbed the knife. 

At your sharp inhale he looked back at you. 

"Relax, princess." He twirled the knife around in his hand, examining it, and met your eyes again with a smirk. 

He pressed the flat end of the blade against your nipple and you let out a whine at the cold sensation. He took the blade away then brought his mouth down and licked over it teasingly. You arched your back at the abrupt change in temperature and he pulled his head back to meet your eyes. 

"I'd stay still if I were you."

He trailed the tip of the blade down from your collar bone to your breast, pressing the flat end on your nipple like he had done with the other one. 

"Bell..." Your voice was airy and your breathing labored. He leaned back over your head and lightly trailed the blade down your jawline, then used it to pull your bottom lip down before letting it go. 

"Scared, princess?" Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, trying to stay as still as possible. You swallowed loudly and just looked up at him unable to form any actual words. 

The cold metal pressed against your throat and your eyes widened even more as you gasped. 

"Answer me." His voice was dark and made you tremble even more than you already were. 

"Yes." You whispered. 

He gave you a small smile, "Good." He studied your face a little before asking, "Color?"

It took you a second to remember what that was supposed to mean because you honestly didn't have any thoughts in your head other than Bellamy Bellamy Bellamy. 

"Green." You nodded. He smiled again and nodded back. 

"I have an idea." He looked at you with mischief and lust in his eyes. He set the knife down next to your head and took the piece of cloth that was still tied around your neck and brought it up to your eyes, blinding you. 

He gave you a short kiss before whispering against your lips, "Is this okay?" You nodded. When he didn't move you realized he was probably waiting for an answer, "Yes." 

"Good girl." 

He kissed you again, his tongue invading your mouth easily winning dominance over your own. He trailed kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving as many marks as he could. He made his way down your chest and sucked your nipple into his mouth before gently biting it. He used his hand to pinch the other one and you let out a low moan, putting your fingers in his hair. He switched and continued torturing your nipples for a little bit longer before trailing kisses down your stomach. His hands were warm as they dragged down your sides. 

With your hands still in his hair you gently pushed his head down, silently asking him to finally give you what you need. His head raised and you felt icy cold on your neck making you freeze. 

"Dont be greedy."

"I'm sorry." 

The pressure was gone from your neck and you let out a heavy breath, relaxing. 

You felt his warm breath over your heat and you unconsciously raised your hips. His hands grabbed you and forced you back down but you were still squirming. You felt cold on the inside of your thigh and immediately froze again. 

He trailed the knife up to your hip before lightly pressing the side into the skin. You whimpered but didn't move. 

"Stay still. If you don't the consequences are your fault not mine." 

You let out a very heavy breath and tightened your fingers in his hair. He lowered his face down to your cunt and pressed a slow kiss against your clit. He licked his tongue from bottom to top and you begged your body to not betray you. 

You whined his name and he sucked your clit into his mouth, making you tighten your grip in his hair even more and let out a loud moan. 

He continued licking and sucking and biting and your moans only grew louder and louder. 

Your hips thrusted up into the knife and you let out a small scream at the feeling of your skin tearing. He pulled his head and the knife away from you and you felt warm and wet on your hip as he licked the blood clean. You moaned the loudest you had all night and he shushed you. 

"Do you want the whole camp to know how much of a slut you are for me?" 

You whined loudly and felt his hand around your throat then a breath at your ear. 

"You do want that don't you, princess? Want the whole camp to hear how good you're being for me?" You continued whining and squirming your hips trying to get friction. 

"You know... I was going to save you the embarrassment of using the belt, but now I'm not so sure." Your hands moved to his back dragging your nails down hard. 

"I bet you'd love that wouldn't you? Having everyone hear your moans when I spank you. Maybe someone would even come in, concerned about all of the screaming. Maybe Finn would come in. See you with your ass up in the air begging me to hit you... begging me to fuck you." 

At this point you were basically sobbing from desperation. Needing him to touch you or do literally anything. 

"Maybe then you'll finally realize that I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."

Sobbing harder than before you nodded your head quickly. 

"O- only you, Bell."

"'Only me" what?" 

"Only you can make me feel like this! Only you can make me feel good- Bellamy, please!"

"'Please" what, Princess? Tell me what you want."

"Please fuck me," you sobbed, "Please, Bell I need your cock!" 

You felt him shift and then his weight was gone. You were only confused for a second before you felt hands on your hips turning you on your stomach then raising your ass up. 

"B-bell..." You weren't sure you were actually ready for the entire camp to hear Bellamy spank you, but you trusted him. 

He shushed you and you felt his cock at your entrance. You forced a breath out and shifted your hips back, trying to get him inside already. 

You felt him slowly enter you and then his weight was over your body, mouth by your ear. He moaned your name and you squeezed your eyes shut under the blindfold and opened your mouth in a silent moan. 

He leaned back up and brought his hands to your upper back and pushed down, then pulled out before slamming himself back in. 

He continued slow but hard thrusts until you were crying his name and begging for more. 

"Bell- fuck... Bellamy, please-" you gasped after a particularly hard thrust. 

"Tell me what you want, princess."

"Please. Faster- please I need-" you cut yourself off with a sob but he seemed to understand. He took your wrists from beside your head and brought them behind your back, pushing your face and chest fully into the bed. 

He gripped your wrists tighter and began fucking you faster. You put your face into his makeshift pillow to muffle your screams, but the sound of skin slapping against skin was obvious and anyone near the tent would definitely know what was happening. 

He held both of your wrists in one hand and slapped your ass, making you cry out and arch your back even more. He reached forward to grab your hair and pulled your hair back, "Who owns you?" His voice was full of lust and jealousy and anger. 

"You, Bellamy!" You cried, beginning to near your orgasm. 

"Tell me!"

"You own me, Bellamy! I'm yours!" His thrusts slowed and you whined out a 'no' while trying to move your hips against him. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back then took off the blind fold. 

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, your orgasm getting farther and farther away. "Please! Please I need to come- Bellamy!" 

"You come when and if I allow it. You only feel pleasure if I allow it." He lowered his voice and picked up the knife again, putting it to your throat, "You only feel pain... if I allow it." He trailed the blade down your cheek and your mouth opened in a gasp. He slowly put the knife in your mouth and you stuck out your tongue underneath it. 

"Do you understand?" His voice was still quiet but full of dominance. 

You nodded. 

"Good." He took the knife away and lifted your legs onto his shoulders before sliding his cock back into you with a groan. 

"Your body is mine. Your orgasms... are mine. Why is that, princess?" 

"Because I belong to you. I'm yours." You said without hesitation.

He started fucking you again, just as rough as before, and your hands went to his hair. Your legs were starting to burn in this position but fuck it felt so good. He put the knife down and wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly. 

He put two fingers in your mouth, intentionally making you gag, "This mouth... is mine." He whispered. 

He took his fingers out and moved his hand to grope at your breast, "These tits are mine." He squeezed your nipple and pulled it hard, the pain making you feel so good. 

He moved his hand down to your clit and you gasped, then let out a loud moan, "This cunt... is mine." You nodded and moved your hands to his back, dragging your nails across him. 

He continued rubbing your clit and fucking you and you were dangerously close to your orgasm. Or... Bellamy's orgasm. 

"Bell-" you choked out, overwhelmed by pleasure. 

"Bellamy please!" his hand tightened around your throat and you let out another loud moan. 

"Bellamy, can I- please let me come..." Your voice was softer as you finally accepted that Bellamy is the one who owns you, takes care of you... and whatever he decides, you'll take it graciously. 

He continued staring at you then removed his hand from your clit. You tried not to scream as you felt your orgasm slipping away once again. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to yours, tongue easily invading your mouth. He continued kissing and fucking you for a bit until he finally lifted his face to look at you. His thrusts slowed but were just as rough. 

You took a deep breath and let your desperation subside, Bellamy would take care of you. He knows exactly what you need. 

"What do you want, princess?" His voice was quiet but rough. 

"Can I..." You turned away feeling embarrassed, but he grabbed your chin and turned your face back to his. 

"What?" His voice was so sweet and you almost forgot that he asked you something. The hand from your chin moved to the side of your head and you instinctively leaned into it. 

"I want to..." you cleared your throat, unsure why the words were so hard to get out after everything that's happened tonight. 

"Can- can I please make you come? I... I want to swallow it... please..." 

He almost looked suprised- probably expecting you to ask to come again- but he gave you a tiny smile, "What my princess wants, my princess gets." 

His princess. 

With new butterflies in your stomach he slowed to a stop and pulled out. You whined at the emptiness, already missing the feeling of being full. He kissed you again shortly before motioning for you to switch places with him. 

He laid on the bed while you kneeled between his legs, silently waiting for his permission. He nodded and you eagerly dove toward his cock, taking in more than half and almost choking yourself in the process. You moaned at the taste of yourself on him. 

His hands moved to your hair and lightly pulled you off of him, "Slow down, princess." 

You cleared your throat, already feeling sore, and apologized. He moved you back down and you slowly took him into your mouth but this time you went down farther, until your lips were almost at the base. You came back up and pulled off, sucking in a breath of air, then immediately went back down. He groaned and tightened his fingers in your hair. You looked up at him meeting his eyes and he moaned your name. 

"Fuck, princess. Come on... all the way down." He encouraged you as he slowly pushed your head down until your lips were at the base. He held you there and you willed yourself not to gag and took a deep breath through your nose. 

Your hands had a death grip on his thighs, but moved one up to play with his balls. 

"Fuck..." He pulled your head up then immediately back down and came, groaning your name. You gagged as your mouth was filled, but he held you down until he was done. You swallowed then immediately coughed and tried to catch your breath. 

He opened his eyes and looked at you, then motioned you forward. You straddled his hips and he pulled your head down into a kiss. This one was sweet. Not rough, but slow and full of love. You raked your fingers through his hair and sighed in content. 

He pulled back then moved his hands to your hips, pulling you forward. You were confused as he kept pulling you but let out a gasp when you realized his intentions. 

He smirked up at you when your knees were on either side of his head and pulled you down onto his face, immediately sticking your clit into his mouth. You moaned and grabbed onto his hair. He stuck his tongue inside you a couple times before moving back to your clit; biting, sucking, and licking. Your hips were grinding against his face and if you weren't so close to coming you might've been embarrassed about it. 

"Bellamy..." You whispered, warning him off your impending orgasm. He pulled his head back and lifted your hips a bit to talk, both of you panting. 

"You can come, princess. Whenever you're ready." 

You let out a huge breath in relief, "Thank you." You basically sobbed out. 

"Th- thank you, Bell." You let out a long moan as he buried his face in your cunt again. His mouth was working vigorously on your clit and you knew you could come any second now. 

With your hands tight in his hair, you moved your pussy against his face, trying to increase the friction. He moaned against you and that sent you over the edge. You were probably suffocating him but all you could focus on was how fucking good this felt. 

"Thank you! Thank you," You sobbed, "thank you..." 

"Bellamy..." You whined, crying harder than before. He lowered his head and lifted your hips off of him, moving you to lay beside him. He pulled you into his arms and stroked your hair as your crying slowed. 

After a while of silence, only filled by both of your breathing, you spoke. "I... I'm sorry about Finn..." You kept your face buried in his chest but he grabbed you chin and raised it until your eyes met his. He looked between your eyes then at the rest of your face and let out a breath. 

"I know, princess." He had a small smile so that was a good thing right? 

"I just... I just missed you a lot but you've been so busy running the entire camp and... and I don't know. At the time making you jealous seemed like a good idea, but I guess I can't really think straight when I'm horny." You both quietly laughed at that. 

"Also I promised Finn that you wouldn't kill him." He rolled his eyes and laughed again. 

"We'll see." His eyes trailed down your neck and chest and a smirk was forming on his face. 

"...What?" You asked, very suspicious. 

"If the camp didn't know you are mine before... they definitely will now." He started laughing and you raised a hand to your neck, unamused. 

"That's not fair."

"What's not fair, princess?" He was still smiling even though you were frowning at this. 

"If everyone knows that I'm yours then they should know that you're mine too." You glanced at his neck then back up to his eyes. He raised an eyebrow then laid down on his back. 

"Alright then. Go ahead." You narrowed your eyes at him, somehow feeling like this was a trick, and he laughed at that. "What? They should know that I belong to the most beautiful woman in camp." 

"On the planet actually." He corrected. Now you laughed at this. 

"You're just trying to get in my pants again." 

You never wanted this moment to end. 

"Maybe." His smile was as wide as yours. "Keep up the "most beautiful woman on the planet" crap and you'll get there." Your laughter died down but you were both still smiling like idiots. 

He cleared his throat and leaned a little back from you. "Get it over with then."

"'Get it over with'? Excuse me?" He was holding back a laugh and you dove into his neck biting the skin making him hiss. You kissed up and down his neck, sucking and licking as you went, trying to leave as many marks as he did. 

You were half on top of him and his hands settled on your back then moved down to grip your waist.

His mouth was right next to your ear as he whispered, "If you don't stop soon, I will be getting into your pants again tonight." You chuckled and pulled back, staring at him until he leaned up to kiss you, soft and slow. You smiled into the kiss and he slowly started smiling as well. 

You leaned back, laying next to him in his arms and fell asleep to him stroking your hair. 

When you woke, Bellamy wasn't there. You vaguely wondered what time it was but were way to tired to care. Before you could fall back asleep though, you were woken by someone coming in the tent. You squinted your eyes open and saw Bellamy. 

He kneeled by the bed and offered you a cup, "I figured you'd want some water." He blushed at the implication. You took it and chugged the entire thing, already feeling the soreness slowly go away.   

"Thanks." You rasped. God your throat was going to be sore for at least a day or two. 

"Sorry..." he said sheepishly, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. "Don't be." You smiled at him hoping he understood to not feel bad about it. That you liked the constant reminder of your time with him- the ache in your cunt was a pretty good reminder as well. 

"What time is it?" 

"Almost 11. Perks of being the princess, I gave you the morning off." He teased, smiling at you. You laughed and shook your head. "I take it I'm on afternoon and night duty then?" You weren't a guard because Bellamy wouldn't let you anywhere near the woods with out him so you did what you could around camp. Helping Clarke with medical stuff, building the wall, cooking food. Whatever needed done. 

You started getting dressed and putting your shoes on. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "Can't let the people think I have favorites can I?" When you were dressed you slowly stepped toward him and put your palms on his abs sliding them up to hang around his shoulders. 

"Not even if I can bribe my way out of it?" Your face was inches from his and he put his hands on your hips, holding you tight. 

"What did you have in mind?" 

You brought your lips to his neck and kissed up to his ear while trailing a hand down his chest and stomach resting on the top of his pants. You gently bit his ear lobe then whispered, "I can think of a few things." 

His hand moved to your neck and he pushed your head back to look at him. You bit your lip and tried to give him the best faux innocent look possible. 

You moved your hand to the button on his pants but didn't try to undo it yet. 

"Well? My king..." You smirked at him, on the verge of laughing, and his grip around your throat tightened. He stared at you another minute before his eyes hardened and his jaw clenched. He let go of your throat and stepped out of reach from you. 

"No. I'll see you back here tonight." You laughed as he adjusted his pants before leaving the tent. 

You made sure you had everything you needed before leaving the tent. You walked over to the food and grabbed some fruit. Someone clearing their throat behind you caught your attention. You turned around and saw Finn. He was smiling but as soon as he saw your appearance he burst out laughing. You crossed your arms, unamused. 

"I take it it worked then?" He smirked, trying to hold back his laughter. 

"Is it that bad?" You raised and hand to your neck subconsciously. When he didn't answer and just kept looking at you like that you sighed, shaking your head. 

"I told him not to kill you but I'm starting to change my mind." You gave him a sarcastic smile and he raised his hands in defense. 

Your attention was caught by Bellamy walking up to you. He put an arm around your waist but was looking at Finn. 

"Everything okay?"

"Yep!" You answered even though he was still staring at Finn, hard expression on his face. He raised an eyebrow and clenched his jaw and Finn excused himself. 

"You don't have to be so mean to the poor kid." He looked at you and his expression softened but he rolled his eyes. Sighing and trying to let it go he removed his arm from your waist and moved in front of you. 

"Octavia said she could use some extra help with the meat."  

"Alright." You smiled and started to walk away but he grabbed your arm and yanked you toward him, your bodies now pressed together. He slid his arm across your lower back and his other hand went to the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss. It was far too passionate for being in the middle of camp but it was perfect.

[oraclenorzi]

THE SIN OF ENVY

Starscream trembled before him, servos and faceplate stained with energon. Megatron, who was covered in considerably far more energon, stepped forward and over the empty husk of Skyfire and traced a tender digit down Starscream’s cheek. “Why is it,” he whispered, somewhat stung when Starscream flinched away, “That you smile so sweetly for him and not me?”

The puddle of energon no longer grew—far too much drenched Megatron’s frame to create anything substantial—and the embittered scent of the air foreshadowed Starscream’s next few words. “I love him,” he whispered, faceplate gaunt and optics haunted.

“Loved him,” Megatron corrected, grip tightening almost imperceptibly on Starscream’s jaw.

“Love him,” Starscream refuted distantly. “I love him.” He paused. Hesitated. Whispered. “You killed him.”

And it was to this that Megatron felt his dermas break into a smile, wide and every bit reminiscent of the gladiator he once and still was. “I did,” he acknowledged, with a note of pride. “I killed him.”

Not my best work, but go wild, guys.

[babybatscreationsv2]

Grindr

Marvel | Starker

They're working in the lab when Tony hears the Grindr chime on his phone. Only, his phone is on silent and Peter is the only other person in the room.

Rating: Explicit

For my H <3

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: embarrassment, light daddy kink, possessiveness, rough sex, face fucking

Tony flinched at the familiar notification chime. He was sure he put his phone on vibrate before Peter came in. Of course Peter probably had no idea what that sound was, but he still jumped up and grabbed his phone. He keyed the volume down only to frown at the device. The volume was already off. He put the phone down and even in his brilliant mind it still took about three seconds to click.

He looked across the lab to see Peter, hard at work. His phone peeked out of the back pocket of his shorts. Tony left his station and crossed the floor.

He swiped the phone out of Peter's pocket to a surprised, "Hey!"

There on the screen was a familiar icon.

"What are you..." Peter said. His face turned a deep red. "Give it back." He snatched the phone back from Tony's hand.

"What's that you got there?" Tony raised his eye brows.

"I'm just working on-"

Tony held up a finger. "Ah," he silenced. "Don't play dumb. The phone."

"You uh... you heard that?"

"I'm not that old, kid. I can hear a noise from a few feet away."

Peter stood frozen, seeming to struggle to find an excuse. Then some sort of revelation crossed his face.

"How do you know what that sound is?" Peter crossed his arms over his chest.

Tony blinked. Somehow he hadn't considered being cross-examined. "Because I am an adult. What are you doing with a hookup app on your phone?"

"I'm also an adult," Peter pointed out.

"You're still a little young for Grindr. You don't have the experience to be hooking up with random men you met on an app."

"How do you know what sort of experience I have?"

"Stop trying to turn this back on me. You should be more careful. Hookups like that can be dangerous. For your life and your health. And what about Spider-Man, huh? You can't be reckless."

Peter pulled out his phone while Tony lectured. He opened the notification to see the suggested profile that had caused all of this. 'TS - Online now - 0 feet away' the screen said. Peter swallowed as he looked at the profile.

"Hey, listen when I'm speaking," Tony said. He snapped his fingers over the top of the phone.

Peter turned his phone around. "I've seen you changing before, but somehow I don't think I've ever seen that much of you."

Tony stared at the image of his own bare chest, arch reactor edited out, jeans unzipped and pulled down almost too far. It only took a second for his mind to process enough for him to know that he needed his phone right now. He ran for it. He heard the sound of a webshooter and dove for the workbench. His hand landed on the phone just in time for Peter to yank it out from under him.

Peter stared at him, mortified, clutching his phone in both hands. "Mr. Stark..."

"Give me that phone." He pointed his finger threateningly.

"I can't." Peter shook his head.

"Why is your filter even set old enough for me to see you?"

"Why is yours set so young?"

"Peter," Tony growled. "Stop hooking up with random New Yokers!"

"Make me!" he shouted back.

All at once, Tony arm wrapped around him and pulled him close. He crushed their mouths together way too rough. Peter moaned much too enthusiastically. It was all too much and they both were greedy. Tony's phone thumped against the ground as it slipped from Peter's hand. He was too busy running his hands over Tony's chest. They kissed until it was too much for them to breathe, but Tony's mouth followed the line of his throat. Peter gasped and tipped his head back. His hands pulled Tony closer.

"We should slow down," Tony panted into his shoulder.

"Can't keep up, old man?" Peter teased.

Tony picked him up and set him down on the workbench. One hand grabbed him by the hair while the other pulled Peter's hips forward. He was off balance with little leverage to do anything about it, but Tony was grinding their hips together while he kissed him again so he wasn't really trying.

Peter's mouth was soft and sweet. Little whines traveled up his throat whenever Tony's tongue met his. It only made him wonder what sort of noises he'd make getting his mouth fucked. He was so easy to manhandle despite his superior strength. Which only meant that he liked being manhandled. He was letting Tony do it, eating it up too judging by the way he obediently stayed right where Tony put him even as he tugged at the roots of his hair and all but fucked him through his jeans.

Just the thought that Peter was out fucking old men his age, he wanted to bite and mark every inch of his skin. Tattoo his name right on his ass. But he had to earn that didn't he? He had to make sure the boy came back to him and forgot that stupid app. He had to have him.

Tony ran his hand up Peter's thigh. He spread his legs pushed his hips toward him nearly falling off the table. Tony chuckled as he moved him back into place.

"Do you need something, Pete?"

"Please," he gasped. His eyes were glazed and his lips swollen. Tony suddenly couldn't bare how tight his jeans were.

"How about you get daddy's cock wet and we'll see you can earn something more."

Peter nodded, already sliding down off the workbench. He dropped to the floor and started on Tony jeans, ripping his belt free and opening up the zipper. He felt fabric tears in his carelessness. With Tony's cock in his hand, he didn't even hesitate. His lips around the head while both hands held him at the base.

"Fuck, kid," Tony swore, forbidden pleasure curled in his stomach. Peter either didn't hear him or didn't care, he was too busy polishing the head of his dick with his tongue.

Tony grabbed a fistful of his hair. "Open," he ordered.

Peter let go of his cock and opened his mouth wide. He looked up at him as Tony pushed his cock deeper into his mouth, finding the back of his throat. Peter moaned as his mouth was filled up. His tongue kept moving around the bottom of his cock as much as it could.

"Fuck," Tony swore again. "That's a good boy. Your mouth feels so good, baby."

Peter hummed happily, still looking up at him. Tony pulled slowly back, then pushed back inside. The way Peter moaned as he fucked his mouth had him teetering on the edge. He pulled him off of his cock and held himself tightly at the base to save himself the embarrassment.

"I want that ass," he said. He picked Peter up and set him back on the table. The boy hurried to get his own pants off. They stripped off his clothes and Peter laid back on the table. He held on to Tony's shirt, pulling him closer. He looked so pretty all desperate for Tony to fuck him, spreading him legs.

Tony ran a hand over his ass. He spread him open and spit, rubbing it into his hole with his thumb.

"Please," Peter moaned.

"Please what, baby?" Tony teased.

"Fuck me, please." Tony pushed his thumb inside and Peter whined like a slut.

"Are you sure? We could call one of your grindr daddy's instead?"

"Please, Tony," Peter begged. He looked gone, wrecked, like he could barely understand what Tony was saying.

He replaced his thumb with the head of his cock, pushing in, making them both moan. Peter grabbed his shoulders, whining desperately.

"That's my good boy," Tony breathed. "Take daddy's cock."

"Yes," Peter gasped. "Please daddy." He whispered as Tony gave him more, burying himself in Peter's little ass, trying desperately not to cum too soon but the boy was too pretty to hold out.

"You gonna be mine, Peter? Gonna let me fuck you whenever I call?"

"Yes, please please." His head fell back against the table and his hand wrapped around his cock. He stroked himself furiously, on the edge and drunk on Tony's cock.

"That's a good boy," Tony purred. "Gonna cum for me?"

"Yes-" Peter panted. "I'm- gonna cum-"

"Look at me," Tony ordered. Peter lifted his head. Their eyes met and a whining moan broke from his swollen lips. He came, splattering cum across his belly, his chest, a few drops landing on his own cheek.

"Fuck, Peter," Tony moaned. He squeezed hips, fucking into him deeper and finally letting go, letting himself cum in his ass.

Tony bent down. He ran his tongue up his belly, cleaning up the cum on his skin. Peter laughed and Tony smiled. He leaned down to kiss him. Peter's hands held the back of his head, holding him close. His knees squeezed Tony's hips.

Tony looked at him, face warm and pink, eyes wide, lashes wet. Peter bit his lip.

"You should uninstall that app..." Tony said innocently.

Peter gave him a smile that was all mischief. "You'll have to make sure I don't need it."

[aventurineswife]

‘Cause I'm a jealous, jealous, jealous boy | Part 1

Synopsis: How do they react when someone flirts with their significant other?

Tags: Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Protective, Flirting, Dark Undertones, Romantic Tension

Warnings: Mild possessiveness, subtle manipulation, slight intimidation, jealousy, dark themes, possible emotional manipulation

(Part 2)

Sunday

Sunday's golden eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed the unwanted attention being directed at you. He observed for a moment, his dignified demeanor never faltering. However, the subtle tightening of his jaw betrayed a deeper emotion simmering beneath the surface.

With graceful steps, he approached, his halo casting a faint glow behind his head as he effortlessly inserted himself into the conversation. His hand rested lightly on your shoulder, fingers cold yet reassuring. "I see you’ve caught the attention of someone who doesn't understand boundaries," he said, voice dripping with a twisted kindness. The flirtatious individual faltered under his gaze, the intensity of his golden eyes—sharp and knowing—dismantling any sense of power they might have held.

"Allow me to guide you somewhere... more peaceful." Sunday murmured to you, leading you away. His grip, though gentle, carried an unmistakable possessiveness. His twisted desire to shield you from discomfort played out in his actions—control, protection, and escape from the harshness of such interactions.

Yet behind the composed facade, there was a flicker of possessive jealousy—he would never admit it openly, but the notion of anyone causing you discomfort stirred a dark satisfaction in ensuring they never approached you again.

Dr. Veritas Ratio

Dr. Ratio’s gaze flickered toward the scene, noting the discomfort painted across your features as the unwanted attention continued. His lips curled into a smirk, an amused scoff escaping him as he closed the distance between you and the offender. The sheer confidence in his posture made his presence impossible to ignore.

"You seem... intellectually challenged," Ratio remarked bluntly to the flirt, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and condescension. "You see, my partner isn’t interested in primitive gestures of attraction. They prefer stimulating conversation, something you appear incapable of providing."

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close with an air of smug satisfaction. "Allow me to demonstrate what true compatibility looks like." His words, though cutting toward the flirt, were meant to reassure you. Ratio didn't bother hiding the possessive undercurrent in his tone.

In his mind, you were already his equal, intellectually and emotionally, and there was no room for such trivial distractions. His jealousy manifested not in anger, but in a pointed display of superiority, ensuring no one would dare challenge his place beside you.

Aventurine

Aventurine watches the flirtation unfold from across the room, his smile still present but with a hint of something darker behind it. His magenta and cyan eyes flicker with amusement, though his gaze lingers on your discomfort for a moment too long. Slowly, he saunters over, his every step deliberate, like a high-stakes poker player revealing a winning hand.

“My, my,” he begins, slipping an arm around your waist as he pulls you close. The flirt freezes under his penetrating stare. “It seems you’ve miscalculated,” he says, his tone smooth as velvet, yet there's a razor-sharp edge beneath the surface. “You see, this one belongs to me.”

Aventurine lets the words hang, watching the flirter with a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. His fingers play absentmindedly with one of his golden rings, the subtle gesture adding to the tension. “And I don’t share my investments.”

The flirter takes a step back, realizing they’ve lost this particular gamble, and mutters an apology before disappearing. Aventurine chuckles softly, turning to you with a playful smirk.

“Honestly, darling,” he says, adjusting the collar of his overcoat, “the nerve of some people, thinking they can play a hand they’ve already lost.” His eyes gleam mischievously as he leans in closer, whispering, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered. No one dares touch what’s mine.”

There’s a flicker of possessiveness in his tone, subtle but unmistakable, as though you were a precious prize he wouldn’t let anyone else even attempt to claim. Though his demeanor is playful, you sense the jealousy simmering beneath his charm, a silent reminder that in Aventurine’s world, risks are calculated, and he never gambles on what he’s already won.

(If this gets 10 likes/hearts, I'll post a suggestive fic of Sunday and Part 2 of this 🤭)

[ridreamir]

If you're still taking requests, could I ask for some general HCs for Kieran and maybe Drayton that take place at bb academy? If not feel free to ignore this :)

A/N: Hey! Yeah of course! I'm struggling to write the Kieran fic because I think I'm way in over my head (I'm freezin' up lol the pressure to figure it out is getting to me) so I guess I can take a break and write some headcanons instead!

I'll write for 'em both, but it's post-DLC, I hope you don't mind! Potential spoilers ahead!

These ones are a little silly in retrospect! I did em fast too, so I hope they're not too bad :p

Kieran's secretly your top fan. Not that you notice because there's no way he'd let you catch him, but he's literally dropped what he was doing to run to the entrance of the academy because your name was announced over the intercom. If you're having a match he'll actually full speed sprint to through the school just to be there, but any time you look over he instinctively hides, flush with embarrassment. You don't come and visit him in his dorm room often since you're on such different schedules, but he's had to flip over his pinboard and hide his piles of notes because they're all about you and trying to understand your strategies and, well, other things... His sister won't stop bugging him about it 'bein' weird', but she knows he's flat obsessed with trying to figure you out! The league club has a social media that posts all of your recent matches, and he's had to beg Carmine to show him how to use the phone app because he's new to having a smart phone and Arceus does he have to watch every single one. He didn't even want a phone until now, but he can't believe he's been missing out all this time. No wonder everyone has one of these things! She was reluctant, but it's Kiki after all... It should be fine, right? Well... that was before all the pinboards and sticky note nonsense that looks straight out of a detective movie or something. He's the type to not like posts because he's scared of what you might think, but accidentally hit the heart button on a match from like a month ago. He definitely drops his phone on his face and panics, trying to undo it as fast as he can. Little does he realize that it's actually Lacey who's in charge of the social media account and not you, and also that she can see who's the most active on the page.

She thinks it's cute, and since she loves cute things, she's letting it be for now. She's always giggling and hiding her smile when he pops into the clubroom to check and see if you're there. Most of the time though he ends up running off before he can say hi because he doesn't want to talk to Drayton.

Since he's gotten the phone he hasn't stopped checking it and he smiles like an idiot any time he thinks he's alone. (News flash, he's really bad at hiding what he's doing. Like he could be in the middle of the cafeteria where everyone sees him watching your battles back to back like they're a tv series.) The only reason nobody really thinks much of it is because you're practically a celebrity and not even just in the Academy but, like, big time. And Kieran is probably one of the only people to not know because he's been so chronically offline. You act so low-key, talking to someone like him like he's just, just another person that it's shocking news to find out that the whole world has probably heard your name by now! As in, his (best?) friend!! (Friend??) It gets kind of annoying now how people follow you around asking to take photos with you like you're some kind of, of tourist attraction and not a person! But there's only one thing that's worse, and it's-

"Hey bud, ready to battle?" Drayton! Kieran's... Kieran's... worst nightmare!! Drayton's gotten really buddy-buddy with you over the time that Kieran and Carmine were on break, and he's not happy about it. Unfortunately for him, Drayton's all too aware of Kieran's contempt and loves to push his buttons. As if calling him "Ex-Champ" all the time wasn't enough, you've been helping him with his homework and sparring together every day! What he wouldn't do for you to spend that much time with him...

And it grinds his gears how often Drayton nudges you or ruffles your hair like you're some sort of pet, though you never see the way their pupils shrink at the sight of each other. Kieran here, hiding behind whatever he can to stay out of sight and Drayton who knows that he's there and makes direct eye contact with him. It's infuriating the way his smile quirks just a little when he catches Kieran spying.

As if he's saying look all you want, look at what you can't have.

And Kieran takes that as a challenge.

[return-to-limbo]

I will love you until the maggots come to feast upon us both.

And even then, I will tear open the very earth to hold you closer. I will rot beside you, decompose in your arms, let my bones intertwine with yours until they can no longer tell where you end and I begin. I will be inside you forever, even in death. Especially in death.

You will never be alone, my love. Not in life, not in the grave, not even in whatever hell awaits us after.

[domreaderheadcannonscenarios]

Knowing Leviathans ideal type, any head-canons for Leviathan x Possessive reader ?

Honestly it’s adorable and funny that it’s canon fucgg

Man literally wants someone like him.

Leviathan (possessive  reader, hcs, slight nsft ((just mention of him being turned on)),

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First things first. He adores it and will never show it except for just being smug when you get between him and some one else

A demon getting too close to him? Before he can even get annoyed you step in and keep them away, acting as if you can handle said demon if they try anything

Of course all demons respect you (both) so rarely does it lead to you intervening but he is guilty of trying to piss you off my initiating affection, he’s surprised Foras with a hug from behind, Foras was ecstatic. You were glaring at Levi, making eye contact with him. Leviathan was grinning and nuzzling his second in command.

You were pissed and Leviathan could tell, but unlike leviathan you wouldn’t hurt someone who’s innocent. But…you do pull leviathan away from behind, growling at him

Leviathan gets turned on when you act out on your possessiveness, he might end up acting like a bitch in heat if you ever push against a wall/pin him to one and make out with him. He’s touch starved and needs someone to take control

Hell blush and might actually stuffer if in public you wrap an arm around him, he’ll try to push you away and act like it’s annoying but you instantly see the disappointment when you stop. He might be a petty bitch over it too, and might be quite until you do smn to get his attention