#no clue what i was on the past few days but it made me insane

[caffeiiine]

MY DOODLES UPLOADED

[casualhedonists]

✩ it don’t need your loving, it just needs attention ✩ (chapter six)

pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Reader

warnings: NSFW (18+), snow being snow, themes of sex work (not the reader), cuckolding, eventual smut, fake relationship, unprotected sex, themes of voyeurism & mild exhibitionism, murder/violence mention (but no actual murder), MAJOR manipulation/gross power dynamics + generally darkish themes, roughhousing, overstimulation, mild bondage, insane amounts of teasing, some mild dubcon scenes/allusions to dubcon, some power play, lots of switching between dom/sub dynamics, hair pulling, oral sex, thigh riding, face sitting, degradation, dirty talk, edging/orgasm denial, eventual piv (pls tell me if i forgot anything!)

chapter: 6/6

SERIES MASTERLIST

words: .......13.5k

a/n: WHEW what a wait. thank you, as always, for your patience this past month or so! as i’ve mentioned i’ve been busy as hell, but it is with many internal screams that i can say! welcome to the final chapter of this series!! what a ride we've all had these last few months! buckle up for like. essay length extensive smut and also plot. in varying order. as always, feedback makes my world spin round at rocket speed, and just. thank you guys for all the love ever since i posted chapter one last november (november me with a brand new sideblog had no clue this would become a Thing i finished let alone a Thing people liked!! that's all on you lovely humans. ily)

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Heaven was his head between your thighs.

His hands on you, everywhere. Hot mouth pressed to your skin, your neck, your thighs, your cunt. He was slow. Thorough. Pulling cries out of your mouth that got louder and louder until your back arched on the bed and you lay slumped and panting, twisted in his sheets. Taken apart and stitched right back together.

It hadn’t started like this. Not even close.

You woke to a soft light on your face, the curtains parted slightly. Your throat felt sore, and you were tired. Body heavy, slumped across a bed. His. It came back to you in fragments. The party. The photograph. His hand in your hair. His eyes after, apologetic and pleading. Falling asleep right here, next to him, but there was nobody beside you anymore. Your eyes adjusted to the room; you’d never seen it at this time of day, with sunbeams lighting up the walls. You could hear a soft tapping sound, like rain on the windowsill, but it was a bright and sunny spring day out.

Typing. That’s what it was.

Steady, satisfying clicks as the typewriter punched ink onto paper. You turned your head towards the desk across the room.

Coriolanus was sat there, focused, a breakfast tray pushed to one side. He didn’t notice you for a while, and you rolled over to take him in, a slight squint in his eye as he concentrated. You pulled your tired body up and leaned against the pillows, and he turned.

“Morning.” He said in surprise.

“Hi.”

This was strange. Like a warped sense of a morning after.

“Coffee?” He offered. “It’s still hot, I think.”

“Please.”

As he stood to pour from the French press, you took a look around you, eyes landing on the nightstand. A glass of water stood tall next to the silver chain he’d given you last night.

So innocent. If someone took a peek through a crack in the wall, they’d think you were a perfectly normal couple. Domestic bliss.

Not so much, you thought, as he walked over and handed you a cup.

He didn’t linger, but sat down at the foot of the bed, and that only made things stranger. He’d never been one to shy away from physical proximity, but here you both were, sipping just-hot coffee as he eyed you carefully. Like you were an animal in an enclosure, and he hadn’t quite figured out which approach to take with you yet.

“Are you working on something?” You nodded toward the cluttered desk.

“Just the usual. Work.”

“Oh? Didn’t know you worked in here.”

“I don’t, usually. Never have, in fact.” He sounded sheepish. This was entirely new. “But I didn’t want you to wake up alone.”

Oh.

You said just that.

“Oh. Um, thank you.”

“I can go if you’d like. Leave you to rest.”

“No, that’s okay. Stay.”

His eyes softened a little, shoulders sinking down.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

You considered. You hadn’t really thought much about it.

“Tired, I think. This is helping. Thank you.” You sipped at the cup of coffee, careful not to spill it on his sheets. An oddly comfortable silence hung in the air.

“I called Cordelia. She’s coming over this afternoon, we can figure it all out. Print a story you’re happy with.”

“Wait, what? We don’t have an appointment for three more weeks.”

He glanced awkwardly at the floor, and cleared his throat.

“I thought you’d want to make it as quick as possible. It will be, and it won’t shine badly on you. I’ll get Lucille to pack your things, and if you don’t want to go back to your parents, I’d be happy to put you up somewhere in the city for as long as you’d like. It’s the least I could do after everything that I-”

“Coriolanus, stop.” You shook your head, bewildered.

“Can I ask you a serious question?”

He paused.

“Of course.”

“How the hell are you meant to know what I want if you’ve never asked me?”

He frowned, eyes darting from the floor, to you, to the floor again.

“I… Well, I assumed that-”

“Don’t assume.” You interrupted. “God, when will you stop assuming you know what’s best for me? It’d be nice to feel like I have a say in this. Don’t you see that if we do this, we’ll just end up right back where we started? I don’t want that, do you?”

“Doll, I think this would be for the best.”

“Why, am I getting too difficult for you now? You got someone new lined up ready to take my place? Someone less complicated? More complacent?” You snapped.

“Of course not, it’s not that.”

“Then why? Why do you want me gone? Because it’s pretty damn clear that you do from where I’m sat.”

He sighed, turning to face you, but looking at your lap. You gripped the cup with a vice, like you were trying to snap off the handle. You placed it on the nightstand.

“I’ve just been wondering if this has become about something… else, to you. and I wanted to say that if that’s the case, this can’t continue. Because… well, I’ve grown fond of you, and it isn’t fair to keep you hoping.”

Your confusion softened your sharp edges.

“Hoping for what?”

For whatever reason, he didn’t meet your eye as he spoke.

“Hoping that… I can give you something I don’t think I’m capable of. Or at least, not anymore. It’s not fair on you. I can’t give you what you need.”

“And what exactly is it that I need?”

He shifted, looking awkwardly to the floor. At first, your frown only deepened, then it hit you. A knowing smile crept onto your face.

“Oh my god… you think I’ve fallen in love with you.”

His frown only widened your grin. you were pretty sure you must’ve looked insane. Despite yourself, you let out a laugh, and his frown only deepened.

“When you… you’ve been upset lately. The other week at the luncheon, and then last night, I thought it was-”

“That I was, what, in love with you?”

A cocky, shit eating grin now took over your face.

He started a sentence, but stopped himself. You could see it on his face; he was completely thrown.

“So you’re not.” He checked.

“Oh, don’t look so disappointed, Snow. ‘Course not. That’s never what this was about, I mean, we have rules for a reason. Sure, we’ve been breaking them like it’s our day job, but not the golden one. Never the most important.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looked a little sheepish.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous,” you repeated, “I’m not in love with you.”

He cleared his throat awkwardly. His shoulders sank down, like he was relieved.

“I see. That’s good, that’s… for the best.”

“So will you cancel Cordelia?”

“Okay. If that’s what you want., it’s done.”

You nodded.

“See, this is better. It’s a lot easier when you ask me things. And I’ll be the first to admit I haven’t exactly been the most talkative either.”

“It’s not exactly our strong suit.” He agreed.

“Yeah. You know, while we’re on the topic, there’s something else you can do for me.”

“Anything.”

“You can run me a bath. A hot one. With bubbles.” You added.

It was slight, but you saw it. He perked up.

“Okay, doll.”

The bath was hot, and it smelt like the softer parts of him, like fresh linen and the spice of his cologne. Again, he didn’t linger, just ran the bath, saw you into the room and let you be. It was frustrating – while it was nice to soak in the hot water and feel your muscles relax, you wished he would just talk to you, instead of acting like you were something to avoid, something to walk on eggshells around. This change in his demeanour wasn’t a completely unwelcome one – you didn’t mind feeling as though you had the upper hand, and held all the cards for once – but you didn’t like being treated like you were broken, either.

You sank your head underneath the bubbles and stayed down there for a few seconds, the rush of water clouding your eardrums. It was a peaceful kind of noise, and when you came back up for air, you found yourself breathing a little easier.

You pondered. Processed, considering the steps to take next, rolling your neck out and stretching your feet to the edge of the tub. Anytime you thought you’d reached any sort of plateau with Coriolanus, something new would pop up out of seemingly nowhere. You hadn’t minded the danger at first, it drew you in and kept you hungry for more, but you’d grown tired, weary from the whiplash knotting your neck.

When the water cooled, you looked around, but couldn’t see a towel. You cleared your throat.

“Snow?” You called out.

Soft footsteps. Then, his voice from behind the door.

“Everything okay?”

“I just need a towel. I can’t see one near me.”

“They’re in the linen closet in the corner.”

You eyed the floor between the tub and the closet.

“I’d have to get out and drip bathwater all across the floor. Can you just come in here and hand me one?”

Silence.

“Please?” You added.

More silence. Then he quietly cleared his throat.

“Yeah. Okay, fine. I’m coming in, I won’t look.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

The door cracked open and he made a short beeline to the closet, unfolding a towel and holding it out. When he walked to the side of the tub, he looked off to the side like the colour of the walls was suddenly the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.

You pulled yourself out of the water, shivering as the cold air hit you. Then you backed into the towel and took it from him, wrapping it around yourself, sinking into the soft cotton. He stood behind you, paused, seemingly suspended in place and unable to move. You heard him draw in a breath, inches from the back of your neck.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. His breath caught on the droplets of water gathered on your skin, and it warmed you and gave you a chill at the same time.

“I know you are.”

Then in a flash, you spun around, lips on his, hungry. He kissed you back like he had something to prove, and hell, maybe he did. His hands tangled in your wet hair and yours made for his shirt. The towel slipped to the floor and fell in a pile at your feet. One button came open, you broke the second, which flew into the air and landed on the floor with a tap. He pulled you in closer, hands all over you, and you worked frantically at the third, not caring if it broke, not caring about anything.

“Doll.”

You looked up at him, at his blown-out eyes.

“Want you to fuck me.” You breathed.

“I can’t.”

You jolted to a stop, catching your breath. He took a step back.

“What?”

He pulled in slow breaths, like he was trying to cool himself off. His eyes pressed shut.

“Not like this. Not until I know you trust me again. I don’t… I can’t hurt you again. I won’t do that. I need you to forgive me first. Completely.”

You exhaled slowly, then cleared your throat, lowering to the ground to pick the damp towel off the tiles. When you came back up, half-covered, he was staring at a spot on the wall again, breath laboured.

You tied the towel around you, and looked right at him as he looked away, eyes averted.

“You sure about that, Snow?” you drawled. “You sure as hell don’t look it.”

He swallowed thickly.

“I’ll let you get dressed. I’ll just be in the bedroom.”

You brought your hand to your lips, brushing over where he’d just kissed them once he’d turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. You eyed your pile of clothes with disdain.

He was back at his desk when you walked out, wrapped in a shirt he’d offered you, hair towel in hand. He didn’t look as focused on his work this time.

“I cancelled Cordelia. So don’t worry about that.”

“Thank you.” You made for the bed, and climbed back onto it. “Rather just talk to you anyway.”

His jaw tensed. It seemed he was still doing everything in his power not to look at you.

“You know, there’s this thing called eye contact. Remember that thing Cordelia waffles on about? It’s important when you’re having a conversation with somebody. I’m a big fan, myself.”

His eyes shot daggers at you. But at least he was looking.

“And what did you want to talk about, exactly?”

You shrugged, and he glanced back at the desk, and pretended to study one of the papers there.

“I don’t know. All of this, I guess.”

Much to your annoyance, he didn’t answer. Your eyes swept the room again, and you brought the towel to your hair. The sun was high enough now to light up the silver chain on the nightstand, and you took it in your palm, turning it over.

“Did you mean it when you said I could have this?” You wondered aloud.

He looked at you again.

“Wasn’t sure if you remembered that.”

“Well, I do.”

“Then I meant it.” His words shouldn’t have made you smile, but they did.

“Will you put this on me?” You asked.

“Uh. Sure.”

The chair creaked as he pushed it back from underneath him, and he walked over to you cautiously, perching on the bed, taking the dog tag, then ever so gently brushing your hair to one side.

“Can I just ask-”

“Anything.” He said quickly.

The cool metal slid onto your chest as he secured the chain, falling low.

“When you were out there, did you…” you swallowed.

Say it.

“…hurt people?” You praised your voice for not shaking. The silence in the room was deafening. But he finally answered.

“I did what was necessary.”

“It must’ve been awful.”

“Yeah.” He said quietly. “It was.”

“Do you think about it much?”

“More than I care to admit. But it was a long time ago.”

You turned to face him.

“Doesn’t make it less real. I’m sorry. I can’t even imagine how hard it must’ve been.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. What matters is that I’m here now.”

You smiled.

“You didn’t get too bad of a deal of it either, President Snow.”

He put your hair back into place, fingertips trailing your shoulder.

“I certainly didn’t.”

You thumbed the cold steel, an odd feeling of satisfaction washing over you.

“Was it worth it?” Your voice sounded quiet, even to you. You were fully aware of the weight of the question, heavier still from the complete understanding that you barely knew what you were asking.

“Yes.”

It should’ve scared you, the surety in his voice. But it didn’t.

Warm breath caressed your shoulder blade, and it really shouldn’t comfort you, but it did. You cleared your throat.

“Thank you. For putting it on. I always get these things tangled.”

“My pleasure. I meant what I said though, sweetheart. No wearing it where anyone’ll see, okay? I need you to promise me.”

You turned your head, shifted so you faced him. You suddenly realised just how close your faces were, and your voice dropped low.

“I promise. It’s nothing new. We’re no strangers to secrets, you and I.”

Your noses were almost touching, and he was looking down at your lips. You drew in a breath, and inched in impossibly closer. You felt his breath on your lips, hot and shallow. Your nose bumped his.

And then his lips were on yours again. But just as quickly, he pulled away.

“Don’t.” You pleaded.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I can’t. Not until I’ve fixed this. Please, just… tell me what you need me to do. I’ll do whatever you want.”

You sighed, pulling away.

“This is what I want, Snow. But…”

“Yeah?”

“I just… never knew it would get so complicated. I think for now, maybe I need a little time.”

“Okay. We can do that.”

“I might go home over this weekend. Spend some time with my parents. No tricks, okay? No messengers, no word from you, the entire time. I’ll come back here on Monday morning, and I’ll tell you what I’ve decided then.”

He nodded.

“That’s fine.” He cleared his throat again. “So you’ll leave tomorrow morning?”

“If that’s okay.”

He seemed as satisfied as one would expect with that solution.

“Yes. Of course, anything you want.”

“Thank you, Coriolanus.”

If you didn’t know better, you’d say he looked a little disappointed by the formality.

“And Snow?”

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Before I go, will you lie next to me for a little while?"

It was oddly intimate, the way the day stretched on. He lay next to you for a while, and you sank into the sheets and eventually dozed off. When you woke, he was still there, quietly tapping at the typewriter and poring over paperwork. You spent the rest of the day in his room, in bed mostly, with food being brought up to you which you shared in mutual silence or casual conversation. Lucille packed your bags, and you spent the night in his bed, a little distance between you. But when you woke up, you had to slowly pull away your woven limbs.

Leaving was a quiet affair. Snow gave you a chaste kiss goodbye, and Henry snuck you and your bags through the back exit and kept to backroads, so nobody would know who you were or where you were going. Your parents didn’t know why you were visiting either; they didn’t need to. As far as anyone was concerned, you were taking a short weekend trip to check in with your family.

The two days passed quickly. You spent the time reflecting, debating what your next move would be, and listening to your parents argue. You found yourself glancing at the clock by Saturday afternoon, and by Sunday night you were practically crawling out your skin ready to leave. You considered what he’d offered you; an apartment on your own, somewhere in the city. But the thing is, you’d grown used to his moods, to just having him around, if only to dig your fingers into and pry open, searching for secrets. Life would feel awfully dull without it. You’d never met someone who was a match for you, who challenged you. You wondered if he felt the same.

Monday morning rolled around and you let out a heavy sigh of relief as you climbed into the car. Henry glanced back at you, but didn’t comment.

The second the manor came into sight, your head clouded with doubt. Would he want you to stick around? You’d spent the last couple of days toying with all outcomes like some omniscient god, but until now you hadn’t considered the fact that Snow might’ve done some thinking through of his own.

But as you pulled up at the side door, there he was. Standing perfectly poised, waiting for you, and all your worries washed away as he looked at you. Henry opened the door, and Coriolanus offered his hand as you stepped out the car. He looked at you with the same intensity as he had that very first night in his room, when you’d finally dropped the charade, and you returned the stare. Even just feeling his hand on yours set your skin on fire.

When you finally got inside and it was just the two of you, he stopped you.

He looked regal before, proud and superior. Now, you could tell it was a façade, laced with a nervous discomfort.

“Well?” He prompted.

You looked at him. Took in the way his eyes couldn’t stay in one place for too long, the tightness in his jaw that only appeared when he was under pressure, and the slight urgency seeping through his otherwise controlled question, and realised then that you hadn’t been the only one going a little insane these past few days.

And now, you had the upper hand again.

“Upstairs,” you answered. “Your room.”

When the door closed behind you and he paced towards the desk, you almost smiled at the parallel. It felt like an age ago that you’d strutted in here, dressed in his suit jacket with something to prove. You knew the cards you were about to play now like you had then, but your thoughts still raced.

Snow cleared his throat.

“So? Have you made up your mind?”

You waited for him to turn and face you.

“I have.”

“And?” So quick to reply. You’d never heard him so on edge.

You wet your lips, taking a step towards him. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying stretching this out a little, watching him squirm.

“I’ve decided that… I’m staying.” You said finally.

He let out an audible breath, almost like he didn’t care about you hearing his reaction anymore. Like he’d been strung out the entire weekend, just like you. Like he’d imagined this conversation in a million different ways. He stepped towards you. This was an old dance; one you knew well. You closed the gap between you, and his hand grazed your jaw.

“I’m glad to hear it.” He said. You held his gaze, he brushed your lip with the pad of his thumb.

“Can I…” His voice dropped.

“Not just yet.”

You relished the little frown that knitted his brows.

“I know you, Snow.” You continued. “You’re good at what you do. You’re better at this than anyone out there. You’re dedicated, and I think that… something tells me you’re going to be President for an awfully long time. I want to be by your side when that happens. I’m not going away when this arrangement suits me too. But I have terms.”

He watched you as if he was mesmerised, and you wondered if he even noticed the way you slowly walked him towards the bed. You hid your smile as the spell broke, and the back of his legs bumped the ottoman. He gazed down at your lips, just a little thrown off kilter.

“Tell me.”

You got closer, lifting your hands to the lapels of his shirt and giving them a tug, turning him so you were stood against the ottoman and he was facing you. He moved so easily, as if this was a dance, one you’d practiced a hundred times over.

“Let’s start with this. You said you’d do anything for my forgiveness, right?”

“I meant it.”

“Good.” You nodded, “Because there is something you can do for me.” Your hand traced his jaw, and he leaned into it.

“Name it.” He whispered, lips pressing against your palm. “It’s yours.”

You leaned towards him, faces close, noses touching, foreheads pressed together. You could feel the almost on your lips, could feel his breath. You relished in the feeling, that electric tension between the two of you. You held onto it, inhaled it like smoke, before cutting it loose.

“Kneel.” You breathed.

Feeling his brows twitch gave you a rush, and when you pulled back, he looked like art. You slowly moved down, sitting on the ottoman, holding his gaze. Then slowly, steadily, like he was walking a gossamer-thin tightrope, he shifted, nudging your legs open to stand between them, and lowered himself down to the floor, knees gently knocking against the hardwood one at a time. You give him a slow nod.

“Like that. Good. Stay there.”

Your legs parted a little further, and his eyes lined up with the way your dress lifted, bunching at your hips, exposing black lace with white trim, barely covering the space he seemed to lean towards.

He wet his lips, glancing up at you. Eyes bright but laden with want, so heavy he thought he might drown in it.

“Can I…” He whispered, and you felt it more than heard it, his hot breath tickling your thighs.

You smiled a little, and shook your head.

“Fuck. Please, doll.”

“Did I ask you to beg?”

“No. But… what can I do?”

You pulled your lip between your teeth as you considered.

“You can take these off. Slowly.”

You sighed when his palms brushed your hips, pushing your dress up then hooking soft fingers into the band of your underwear, slowly pulling them over your hips and down your thighs. He was gentle, pulling back but staying oh so close to you as he pulled the lace past your ankles, tossed it to the side, and moved in again expectantly.

“And now?”

You pushed your legs apart again, just enough. Drew in a breath.

“I want you to watch.”

A sound slipped from his mouth, and you weren’t sure if it was just a shaky breath or a quiet curse. His eyes darted between your face and the heat between your thighs. If you couldn’t already feel the mess you’d made, the way his lips parted and his eyes went heavy-lidded would give it away in an instant.

His gaze followed your hand, unwavering as you slowly brought it between your legs, and lazily trailed your fingers towards where you were aching to be touched. Then with a gasp, you brushed your finger against your clit and starting drawing slow circles, slipping further down to push against your opening, slipping through the mess you’d made just from seeing him knelt on the hardwood. 

You kept your head tilted back and your eyes closed, touching yourself with Snow knelt between your legs incredibly brazen, even for you. He was mere inches away, laboured breath dusting the skin of your inner thighs.

But as you melted into the feeling, sinking deeper than you could imagine in just a few short seconds, you opened them again. And there he was, darkened eyes fixed on where your fingers ran messy circles on your cunt, and you let out a soft whine. It was enough to make him redirect his stare to your face, and you couldn’t help but stare back, pressing harder against your clit with a broken sigh. You planted your feet on the floor as you shifted your hips a little, getting slightly closer, making it easier for you to carefully swirl a finger around your entrance, then gently push inside.

“Fuck.” He breathed, rocking forward slightly, to which you shook your head, knee pressing against his shoulder, pushing him back. His pleading eyes drove you on, pushed you to fuck yourself faster, obscene wet noises filling the quiet space.

He looked wrecked; lips parted, eyes begging, glancing up at you. And it only made you all the more shameless, bucking your hips and crying out, gasps slipping from your mouth that you couldn’t deny were getting played up a little for effect. He stared on, looking so fucking small between your legs, so hard you could only imagine it hurt.

You weren’t sure if he noticed he was breathing in tandem with you, but as your breaths picked up, got a little strained, so did his. His eyes slitted, heavy with lust as he stared on.

You got a little cocky; let it go to your head. Nothing would ever beat the rush of adrenaline you felt from seeing the most powerful man you’d ever known giving into you, letting you set the rules. It was intoxicating.

“You okay down there, sweetheart?”

He sighed, slow and heavy.

“I…” He trailed off, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Is there something you need?” Your voice was breathier than you would like, control slipping from your fingertips, but it was still there and the way he looked up at you. His mouth opened again, jaw agape, on his knees like it was a silent prayer. You fucked yourself faster, mean, dripping down your fingers. He finally spoke.

“Please.” He whispered.

“What did you say?”

“I said -” he swallowed “- I said please.”

“Please what?”

“Please let me touch you. Put my mouth on you, I won’t even use my hands. Just let me… baby. Come on.” His voice was raspy and ruined.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet? I’m not so sure.”

His breath was shallow, eyes wide and blown out.

“I’ll prove it to you. Just let me touch you, and I’ll do anything you want. Please, doll.”

You hummed, pretending to weigh it up in your head.

“Well, since you’re asking so nicely. Go ahead. But keep your hands to yourself.”

“Thank you. Fuck. Thank you, baby.”

He listened, inching in cautiously, like he was expecting you to change your mind, then he pressed his mouth to you and there it was.

Heaven.

“Oh fuck.” Your breath hitched in your throat.

You hummed as he dragged his tongue over your folds, setting your nerves alight, instinctively rocking into the pressure you’d been thinking about since you got him on the floor. His hands, you noted, sat dutifully on his thighs, gripping onto them like it took a physical reminder for him not to reach out and grab your hips, push his fingers into your soft skin and own you.

As welcome as that sounded to your foggy mind, this was about proving a point. You were the one calling the shots here. So you rocked gently against his face as he kissed your clit, lapping at the heat between your legs, only pulling away at intervals to catch his breath, the daylight making the mess on his chin glisten, only to dive back in again, movements slightly limited by the lack of his hands, which you could see was bothering him.

You couldn’t help but tease him a little between gasps.

“I have to say I missed this. Seeing you underneath me.”

He looked up at you. But there was little defiance in his eyes, just want. Want so depraved that it sent a flush through you, making you feel a little unmoored.

“If I didn’t know better, Coryo, I’d say you were enjoying this.”

Face buried between your thighs, a broken whine sent a little shock through your core. You moaned, getting a little strung-out, a little breathy.

“Is that a yes?”

You felt him nod.

“Good. Glad to see you’re putting up less of a fight this time. It wasn’t so hard, now, was it? Giving in?”

This time, his eyes contained a little more fire. He pushed his tongue firmer against your clit, cutting off your question with a gasp. A few moments passed, and you heard him hum.

“Is there something you want to say, baby? Go ahead.”

He pulled back, catching his breath again.

“Still don’t want me to use my hands?”

You shook your head.

“Then can you… if it’ll feel better.” He glanced at your hand, resting lazily on your thigh.

“What?” You knew what he was getting at, but he shot you back a look as if to say, don’t make me say it.

“Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m not.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Then say it.”

“Put your hand in my hair. You can… be rough, if you want to. I don’t mind.”

Your smile turned into a sly grin.

“You want me to pull your hair? You sure?”

“I’m sure. I don’t… I liked it, last time.” He confessed quietly.

“Liked what?” You pushed.

He took a steady breath, looking down at the velvet seat you were perched on. He gritted out the words steadily, pointedly.

“When you sat on my face. I liked it.”

You pressed your lips together to hide your smile.

“I know you did.”

He paused, looking down at the floor. Then he looked back up. You brought your hand to his hair, fingers running through the soft strands. He started peppering kisses along the insides of your thighs, something he’d been too desperate to consider when you’d first given him permission to taste you. Now, they sparked the fire even more, and as much as you liked the careful attention, you guided his head to where you needed it. Keeping his words in mind, you gave a slightly rough tug on his hair, and he responded with a pained hum that edged you closer.

At one point, you saw his hand shift to try towards his pants, but you yanked his hair in response.

“No touching yourself yet. Or I’ll only let you watch, okay?”

You built up a rhythm, growing careless with the tugs on his hair so that you felt pressure in all the right places. Your fingers pulled harder as you got close, and you could hear his shallow breath as you took what you wanted from him.

“Fuck. Coryo, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that. You wanna make me cum?”

He nodded as best as he could with your hand gripping tight in his hair, and the motion only brought you closer, legs growing weak and tired, hooking over his shoulders now that you’d let him closer. You felt the ache build, almost painful with how long it had been, and you felt yourself snap, spinning out of control as your hand tensed, then fell from his hair. Then his hands were on you, gently this time, smoothing over your bucking hips with a level of control that you melted into as the feeling washed over you. He didn’t stop, pressing his tongue against you harder as you fell apart, shaking like a leaf as he worked your cunt until your cries bordered on screams.

“Fuck. Oh my god, that’s it, I’m…” You broke off into a shout, something so outlandish it sounded foreign to your own ringing ears, but you were too far gone to care. You could vaguely feel yourself grabbing at him as he pulled away, at his hair, his hands, anything, as you slumped back onto the bed. Slowly, he propped himself up, placing a knee between your legs and leaning over you. And his eyes, heavy and wanting, had you aching all over again.

He held back a little, clearly still in the space you’d pushed him into.

“Can I…” He whispered, those desperate eyes fixed on your parted lips as you caught your breath.

“Yeah.” You gasped, and he lowered his head towards you.

This time, he kissed you softer. Still hungry, still wanting, but slow, methodical, like he wanted to relish it. Almost like he wasn’t trying to own you, but in that moment, you could almost go so far as to believe the contrary. And your head swam with pride, feeling his lips on yours as he gently pressed you into the soft mattress.

But you didn’t sit in the feeling for too long.

“Was that okay?” He gasped.

“Yeah. More than okay. But you used your hands at the end there, baby. You know what that means?”

His eyes narrowed as his head cleared a little.

“Lie on your back for me.”

He obliged, dropping onto the mattress and shuffling up to lean against the pillows.

“I missed you, you know.” You murmured as you followed suit, hovering over him to get another kiss.

“I missed you too, sweetheart. Thought I was gonna go out of my fucking mind with how much.”

“Yeah?” You smiled.

“Yeah.”

“Didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easily, did you?”

“I hoped not. Glad I was right.”

You smiled again, and shifted closer towards him.

“I could always show you how much I missed you, if you wanted.” Your eyes darted down to the front of his pants, the outline of his hard cock pressing against the material. He went a little quiet again, nodding a little, and you grinned. Climbed onto your knees so you were just a little above him, then swung a leg over one of his to sit carefully on his thigh. You paused for a beat.

“I won’t touch you until you tell me to, baby.”

He sucked in a breath.

“You can touch me.”

You tutted.

“What do we say?”

“Please.” He added quickly.

Without a word, you leaned in, brushing a hand over his cock, starting gentle, but quickly adding pressure. You could tell he was holding back, jaw clenched and eyes fluttering as he tried to control his breath.

“Not getting shy on me again, are you?”

He didn’t answer, just met your eye and you took it as a challenge. Unbuttoned his slacks and with a glance and a nod, slid them down his legs. You licked your palm slow, making sure he was watching closely.

“Fuck.” He breathed.

“Well, if you’re not gonna talk to me properly, I’m just gonna have to work harder then, aren’t I?” You drawled as you slipped your hand underneath his boxers. There was a soft thump as his head dropped back onto the headboard and he cursed as your fingers grabbed the base of his cock.

“Like that?” Your mouth pulled into a sly smile.

He hummed, breaking off into a sigh, lips parted and eyes towards the ceiling as you fisted his cock. I’ll take that as a yes.

You swirled your thumb around the head of his cock, gathering messy precum that had gathered at the tip from your teasing, and it hit you then that most of your interactions until now had been psychological, toying with words, with ideas and almosts. You knew by now what made him tick, which words you could use to push him to the edge, but you’d barely had the chance to touch each other. But you were a fast learner, and you knew what you wanted from this.

You wanted to make him fall apart.

So you picked up the pace, and it must’ve ached with how fast you were fucking his cock with your fist, but his determination not to lose his cool made it all the more exciting. It got wet, and that was one thing his composure couldn’t hide. It egged you on, shifting your own hips on his tensing thigh as your sore cunt pressed against the muscle.

“You can hold back all you like, but I can tell you’re fucking close.”

His eyes fell shut in a lust-clouded haze, breath picking up. His cock twitched in your hand and you grinned. You were tempted to take it down your throat, really see how he held up then, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction just yet, and you were on a high learning just how to make his body respond to your touch, how to make him weak. So you worked your wrist and felt his legs jolt a little, and you knew it was a matter of seconds.

“If you want to cum, you’ll have to ask nicely. I don’t know how generous I’m feeling just yet. Convince me.”

“Jesus.” He gasped.

“No, just me. Go on, baby. Beg me. You wanted to earlier, right? Now’s your chance.”

An honest-to-god whine left his mouth, voice cracked and completely fucking ruined. You slowed your motions.

“No, baby, don’t stop. I’m so fucking close, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum. I fucking need it, I did everything you said, I got on my knees, I fucking… fuck, I did what you told me, didn’t I? Everything you asked? And I didn’t touch myself, I haven’t… fuck. All weekend, I haven’t-”

You pressed your lips together.

“Poor thing. You’ve gone this whole weekend without cumming?”

“I was a little fucking preoccupied.” He gritted out.

“Over little old me? You shouldn’t have.”

“Please,” he repeated, “I need to cum. I did what you wanted, doll, I- shit-”

Satisfied, you picked the pace up again, obscene wet sounds filling the room as his hips rocked a little into your hand as he got close again. Too far gone now to hold back, his face contorted in pleasure, eyes fixed on you. Then, in a seemingly small motion as you leaned into him a little, the dog tag that had been sitting tucked under your dress - and had stayed hidden against your skin all weekend - slipped out, the pendant swinging into the air beneath you, and as Coriolanus caught sight of it, you felt his hips tense, then his cock was twitching and spilling into your hand.

“Shit, that’s so… oh my fucking god, doll.”

You pulled your hand from his boxers and brought it to your mouth, cleaning it off a little.

“You really did need that, huh?” You smirked, and he sighed.

“Yeah. I really fucking did.”

You nodded at his boxers.

“Can I take these off now?”

He pressed his head into the headboard again and nodded, so you carefully pulled them down his legs. Panting and overheated, he unbuttoned his shirt as you threw the fabric to the floor.  What he didn’t expect you to do, though, was put your hand back on his still-twitching cock that sat tired and used against his stomach. He flinched a little as you palmed it, and you looked at him mischievously. Started to move your hand again, slow and steady, but firm.

“That’s… baby. Stop, I already came, I… fuck.” He winced, sucking in a sharp breath. “What the fuck are you doing?”

You chuckled, voice turning a little dangerous.

“Oh, you thought we were done?”

“Doll, that’s not – shit – that’s not fucking funny. It’s sensitive, I…” It turned into an uncomfortable hum, but you felt him twitch under your palm, slowly getting hard again. His leg gave a little involuntary kick, much to your satisfaction.

“I… what the fuck.” His voice went quiet and strained, and yours got menacing.

“Oh, you can take it, can’t you? Thought you said you liked me taking the lead a little. You can handle it, can’t you, Snow? Or do you want me to stop?”

“Mm. That’s… was different. Please.” You kept going, a rush washing over you as you wondered if he even knew what he was begging for. You got more daring, rubbing your palm over the tip, and grinned when he cried out.

“You want me to stop? Just say the word. I will.”

He was half-hard again, more cum leaking from his tip as you sped up just a little.

Eyes squeezed shut, he shook his head frantically as the rest of him trembled.

“Didn’t think so.”

His face was twisted like he was holding on desperately, trying to maintain control as you relished in his permission, and palmed him harder.

“Jesus fuck.” He said, voice getting louder now, legs twitching and hips bucking up in little jolts you were certain he couldn’t stop if he tried. You had him now, pliable like clay between your fingertips, shaking apart.

“Is that too much for you?” You taunted, getting cocky now.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He snapped, but it fell flat when his voice broke halfway through the question. You laughed.

“I know exactly who I am, Snow. I’m the girl you’re gonna be stuck with for a long time, and I’ve got some demands to make. So listen closely, because I’m only going to say this once. You know what happened last week?” You were aware you were starting to sound almost as insane as him, but you didn’t care.

“You don’t ever,” you spat, “do that to me again. If you do, I swear on all of Panem, I will fucking kill you. Do you understand me?”

He whined, desperate, so far gone you weren’t sure he was fully listening.

“Say you fucking understand.”

“I… I understand. Fuck. Please. I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so fucking sorry-”

“You’re lucky I’m giving you another chance. From here on out, you only get to treat me like a whore when I tell you to. Okay?”

“Yes. Yes, okay. I understand. I’m… shit.”

“This is a partnership, starting now. We help each other. We trust each other. We talk to each other. We don’t go behind each other’s backs, or fuck around with other people. Okay?”

“Okay. That’s… doll, can you slow down just a little? You’re… I’m…”

“You’re gonna cum again?”

He nodded, chasing his breath. You leaned towards him, lowering your head to his chest and dragging your tongue against his collarbone.

“Good. You can cum again, Coryo.”

“Thank you. Thank you - fuck. That feels… I’m-”

“You gonna cum all over my hand again, baby? Do it, I’ve got you. You can cum now.”

The second time he came was with a pained cry, painting your hand until it dripped down your wrist and onto his stomach. When you finally released your grip, he slumped down and sighed, aftershocks still jolting through him.

“You heard what I said, didn’t you?”

“I did. And I understand.”

“Good.” You murmured into his ear, and you felt goosebumps rise on his torso, “Then I think we can come to an agreement.”

The week went by in a blur of whispered words and tangled limbs. He rarely left you alone, and you barely felt the time pass, every waking moment spent together, flesh on flesh. When he worked, it was at the small desk in his room, and he took plenty of breaks to lounge in bed with you or run you baths.

You learned each other’s tells, growing comfortable touching each other, but Snow stuck to his word, much to your annoyance.

Not until you trust me again, he’d said. Wasn’t it clear enough by you staying?

You’d all but moved into his room, sending Lucille back and forth with hampers for your clothes, which now hang in one side of his closet, or sat folded in his previously empty drawers. You felt closer to him than you ever had before, and the two of you had skin littered with bruises which made you grateful you didn’t have any public functions to attend for quite a while. He’d stopped leaving you to go into the city and work, instead managing people from afar, and letting them get on with their jobs so he could weed out the weakest links.

For the first time, it felt a little like he was yours. Or as much yours as he possibly could be. And as you spent more time together, not just half-dressed and desperate, but talking, really talking, you slowly started to feel like you could be his, too.

“Tell me it feels better than he did. When you were together.” He whispered one morning, when you’d not long woken up and he’d immediately ducked under the covers to get between your thighs. He paused, fingers inside you, looking at you intently, and at first you were confused as to what he meant. You heard the tinge of vulnerability in his voice, and took the cue.

“You really think you deserve that? After everything?”

“No.” He whispered, eyes dropping down again.

“So what do we say?”

“Please.”

“One more time for me.”

He spoke up, voice gorgeously wrecked.

“Please. Tell me it’s better.”

“That’s good. And since you’re being good, I’ll tell you. He didn’t…” you swallowed, catching yourself, “He didn’t really like doing that. what you’re doing.” Your facade cracked a little and you glanced off to the side, not sure what reaction you were expecting.

“Really?” His voice was dumbfounded. It made you laugh.

“You know, Snow, a lot of guys don’t. They’re lazy about it. Want to get it over with, get to the real thing.”

A wide smile pulled at his lips, wolfish.

“Who wouldn’t want to do this?”

“Easy for you to say, handsome.”

He grinned wider.

“Can I try something?”

“I don’t know. will I like it?”

“I think we both will.”

Your voice dropped to a whisper.

“Okay, Coryo.”

His smile only deepened, pulling into an excited smirk as he gripped your hips once more, lightly kissing your thighs as he got closer to where you wanted him.

You gasped as his tongue worked you, and when you came, he kept going, easing up only after you’d fallen apart more times than you could keep count.

“Can’t believe you still won’t fuck me.” You pouted one day, as he sat at the desk with a pen in hand, scratching against paper.

He turned around to face you.

“I told you why. Not until-”

“I trust you again, I know. But how do you know that? I could trust you just fine and you wouldn’t even know it.”

“I’ll know.”

You hummed.

“Or,” you started, slipping off the bed and pacing towards him, “you could just fuck me now and call it square.”

He chuckled.

“Nice try, sweetheart.”

You pulled a lip between your teeth as you stood next to him, and he moved his chair out towards you. You smoothed a hand over his dress shirt, and grabbed a hold of his tie. Then you hooked a leg over both of his and lowered yourself onto his lap, face right next to his. You’d grown comfortable with being close to him, and while it still felt electric, you could handle it better. You rocked your hips on his as you got comfortable.

“Feel familiar?”

He hummed in response.

“I’m getting flashbacks.”

You smirked.

“Can I take this off?” You tugged at his shirt.

“Only if you play nice. No acting up, okay?”

“If you say so.” You shrugged, making quick work of the tie and buttons. Once the shirt was off, your lips were all over him, trailing over his chest and neck, tongue tracing lines across his collarbones.

“You don’t have to be anywhere for the next week, do you?” You murmured into his ear.

“No.” His breath hitched a little.

“Good.”

With that, you closed your lips around his pulse, and sucked.

While you littered his whole torso with bruises, and your neck was given a few of its own, you started rocking your hips lazily against him, playing coy like you didn’t know what you were doing, like you couldn’t feel him rock hard between your legs.

“Now this really is taking me back.” His voice strained when he spoke.

You only hummed in response, lace panties bunching in an all-too-familiar way. But you didn’t work your hips like you had something to prove this time, you went slower, taking your time, but staying deliberate in your movements. Your lips met his, breaking away only to breathe, then again when you felt his hips roll a little and his breath get laboured.

You rocked your hips harder, nice and firm. You could feel his cock twitch through his pants, right up against the wet spot forming on your panties. The friction had you shaking.

“Feel good?” You breathed.

“Yeah. Feels real fucking good, sweetheart.”

You smiled as your head lolled back, gasping loud to make sure he really heard it.

“You know what would feel even better, though?”

He mumbled something back but you didn’t catch it, lost in the haze.

“Think it’d feel better if you were fucking me for real right now.”

You didn’t expect the broken moan that escaped him, hands gripping your hips hard. Like the thought of it was enough to make him shatter.

“Baby,” he warned, “don’t.”

“But it would be so easy.” You pressed, “pushing my panties to the side and fucking into me right now.”

“Doll-”

“I know you want to.” you whispered against his ear.

“Do you now?” His strained voice told you everything you needed to know.

You nodded. “Mhm. I know you do. I also know that it’s driving you crazy, having me this close, but not able to take what you want. You must be going out of your mind, you know how I know?”

“How?”

“Because I am too. I’m tired of this rule, Snow. Let’s just forget about it, and fuck me already.”

“Get up.” He said firmly. You started.

“What?”

“You heard me. I said get up, sweetheart.”

You climbed off his lap and stood, cautiously, legs shaking from how close you’d gotten. He did the same, towering over you a little as you failed to hide the smile on your face.

“Get on the bed.”

You took in a breath, shaky with nerves.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

You sat back on the bed, peering over the mattress as he ducked down to pick up something from the floor.

“What are you-”

“Eyes closed.”

“Okay.” You shut your eyes, then felt him get close to you, his lips meeting yours as he knelt in front you, mattress dipping as he shifted. His hands brushed your arms, slowly pushing them behind your back as you melted into him, and before you could open your eyes, you felt the smooth silk of his tie wrap around your wrists and pull.

“What-”

“You want to act up, doll? Fine. Let’s see how many times I can make you cum all over my fingers before you’re begging me to stop.”

His hand slipped between your legs, pushing your lace panties to the side and pressing a finger into your wet cunt as you cried out. Your eyes pleaded at him, desperate.

“But why can’t you-”

“I said,” he repeated, pressing his finger into the spot that make you see stars, “not. Fucking. Yet.”

He spent hours fingering you open, making you cum until you cried. Then he cleaned up your tears and kissed like you were his whole world as you fell into an exhausted sleep, his words floating around in your head.

The black box was tied with a crisp white ribbon, and sat waiting for you on your bed. You approached it with caution, thumbing the piece of card on top of it. It was a note written in ink.

Wear this tonight. Think you’ll suit it well.

-       C.S

You’d gone into your room to collect something of yours to take to Snow’s room. You rarely went into your room anymore, most of your things had found their place in his, much to your satisfaction.

It was the first day in about two weeks that Coriolanus had finally had to leave the house to go into the city, but he’d promised it would just be for the day. It was also the first gala you had to attend since you’d made your decision, which you were slightly nervous for, but mostly excited to get out of the house, because although the sacred oasis that his room had become, it would be nice to have a change of scenery.

And that brought you back to the beautifully wrapped box lay in front of you. You were buzzing. You turned the note over in your hands, pulling it to your face to breathe it in. It smelt like newly printed books, and something distinctly him.

You recognised the label on the box, it was one of your favorite designers. You pushed the lid away to reveal the most beautiful dress you’d ever laid your eyes on – and you’d seen some impressive pieces.

It was a dark crimson red with gold embroidery, soft as silk. You unfolded it gently, letting the fabric spill out towards the floor. It was a little more revealing than anything you currently owned, with a deep slit up the leg and a plunging neckline, waist cinched, but the rest of the dress was floor length. A smile crept onto your face.

After counting down the hours, it was finally time to make your way downstairs. Snow stood in a full suit, waiting at the bottom of the staircase.

“You look beautiful.” He remarked.

“You don’t look too shabby yourself.” You smiled in response.

You met at the foot of the stairs, and he took your hand in his.

“Thank you for the dress. It’s gorgeous.” You added, not sure why you were lowering your voice in your own lobby.

“I knew it would suit you. Now you’re almost ready to go.”

“Almost?” You frowned, not sure what you could possibly be missing.

Coriolanus lifted his hand to pull the white rose from his breast pocket. He examined it, then lifted it to your hair and tucked it gently behind your ear. Your lips parted in surprise, and your hand reached up to meet his.

“But it’s your signature. I couldn’t-”

“I know. But people won’t be looking at me tonight. They’ll be looking at you. And this way, when they do, each and every one of them will know that you’re mine.”

That knowing smile crept back onto your face, and you leaned in to press your lips to his.

When you pulled away, you thumbed his tie, realising the color matched your dress exactly.

“I’m sensing a similar theme here.”

“Well, it’s been a while since we’ve been seen out in public. It’ll be good to show up like this, show a strong front, not leave any doubters.”

You hummed.

“And when we get home?”

His stare drew you in; you could get lost in it and never find your way out.

“That depends.”

Your gaze lowered to his lips, then back up again.

“Missed you today.” You said.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“You promise?”

He smiled.

“I promise, sweetheart.”

“Snow?”

He hummed in response. Your hand felt like it could melt into his, thumb brushing your palm.

“What would you say if I told you that I trust you now?”

His hand stilled. His eyes bored into yours.

“I’d say… that I believe you.”

You held your breath in, letting the anticipation wash over you.

“Later?” You whispered, and he nodded.

“Later.”

The ball was one of the most extravagant you’d seen, large chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and fountains of champagne dotted around. The health minister had outdone himself, and when you said so to Snow, he muttered a comment about him spending more time planning parties than doing his real job. But he smiled to all the right people, and his hand in yours calmed your nerves as a large procession saw you into the ballroom.

You danced until your feet turned numb, spinning on the ballroom floor, every time Coriolanus put his hands on your waist or wrapped his hand around yours drawing you in further, bringing you closer to forgetting everyone was watching you when his eyes were on yours, each stare becoming some secret language you were now terribly well-versed in. He didn’t let himself get distracted this time, quickly gravitating back to you any time he got pulled away into a conversation, and you basked in the attention, the two of you flirting to high heaven. When you’d spun until you were dizzy, he went to get you a drink, and you stepped off the floor of twirling couples.

It was then that you saw your mother, standing anxiously to one side, the stem of a champagne glass pressed between her fingers. Your parents rarely made it to these functions, but apparently, they had made time for this one. Suddenly aware of your frown and not wanting to arise suspicion, you plastered on a false smile and swanned through the crowd in her direction.

“Oh, darling. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Of course I am, mother, I wouldn’t miss it. Is everything alright?”

She glanced around the two of you nervously, fiddling with her glass. You touched her shoulder and gently guided her further into the corner of the room. You rarely saw her this distressed, usually the picture of grace and poise.

“What’s wrong?” You pressed.

“Have you heard from Nathaniel?”

Your brows furrowed.

“Nathaniel Greene? Not in a long time.” You figured the little stunt of yours from the month before should go unmentioned.

“I heard from his parents the other day. They’re completely distraught.”

“Why? What on earth happened?”

For a second, echoes of threats that had long settled to the ground popped back into the forefront of your mind, and you swallowed thickly. You sat down in two small chairs at the side of the room.

“They can’t begin to understand why. Perhaps it was work, perhaps he was gambling, or in debt, but nothing could possibly explain such a cruel fate.”

“Mother, tell me what happened. Is he…”

Her hands shook, and you took the glass of champagne from her and placed it on a nearby tray.

“He’s not dead, my darling. It’s worse. A messenger came to his house late the other night. They asked him to pack a bag, and they took him away. To… I can barely say it.”

“Mother,” you gritted, “tell me.”

“A peacekeeper, of all things.” Horror filled her voice. “They sent him away to the districts, for the next twenty years. But what could he have done? I can barely understand it. Can you imagine? A young man of his standing, wasting away in that place? His family is ruined.”

Right then, the crowd around you parted in a way that could only announce the presence of one person.

“Sweetheart, is everything okay?”

You lifted your head to meet cool blue eyes and a slightly suspicious stare. From where you sat, Snow towered over you both, drink in hand.

“Everything’s fine.” You replied, “my mother isn’t feeling too well. Do you think we could find my father and have him take her home?”

He nodded at an Avox nearby who stepped dutifully away without missing a beat, and a server offered your mother a tray with a glass of water on it. You stood and faced Coriolanus, conscious of the now very interested crowd, and nodded to the large double doors that stood to your right.

“A word?”

He followed you in cautiously.

“I just heard something interesting.” You started.

He stood up straight, setting his jaw when you finally turned to face him. Even though you were barely alone, just a closed door between you and hundreds of people, it felt electric to be standing so close to him again with nobody watching you.

“What’s that?”

Playing it safe. An interesting move.

“Oh, just some rumor about an old friend of ours.”

“Who would that be?”

You smiled.

“I thought it was funny you asked about him the other day. Were you worried if I left you I’d go back to him?”

“Not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, don’t play coy, Coriolanus.” You drawled. “You sent Nathaniel off to be a peacekeeper so I couldn’t go back to him.”

His stony façade fell through a little.

“And if I did?”

The deep frown you’d plastered onto your face for your mother’s benefit fell away, and your lips curved into a smirk.

“I’d say... well played.”

He blinked.

“You’re not upset?”

“Over him? Barely.”

“You’re - ” Snow paused, “so you’re not angry that I sent him away? The districts are hell, you know.”

“I’m sure. I don’t care, Snow. If anything, I’m impressed.”

“Why?”

You shrugged.

“He had it coming. He slept with my closest friend a week after we ended things. He never knew I found out. I’ve just been waiting, really, for him to get what he deserves. I doubted you’d let him off without a warning. There I was thinking you’d lost your touch for a while.”

You wanted to bottle the feeling you got from his eyes burning into you, with something that tasted like admiration.

“I nearly did let him off, for your sake.” He confessed. “But... if that's the case, I'm glad I changed my mind."

“So am I. It was that weekend I left, wasn’t it?”

“Damage control." He said tightly, "You can’t blame me.”

“Thought so. Good work, Snow.” You stepped towards him and revelled in the apprehension on his face with a smirk. “It’s a shame for his family, but they were never particularly nice. Collateral, I suppose.”

“You really don’t care at all?”

“Does it look like I care?”

“No.”

“I think you can read me as well as the next person. So I don’t care. Is that so tragic?”

He shook his head, bewildered. A strange smile appeared on his face.

“No, that’s… that’s good.”

You smirked as a thought popped into your head.

“How long do you think he’ll last out there?”

“Who knows? I hope you’re not banking on him ever coming back.”

You fiddled with his tie, smoothing it down.

“Never. We can’t all be Coriolanus Snow, can we?”

“Certainly not.”

You stepped even closer, and his back bumped softly against the wall. His gaze fell to your lips. You'd painted them a red so deep it was almost black, matching the dress.

"You like the color?" You asked.

"Yeah. Reminds me of when you kissed me in front of everyone and I couldn't get it off."

You laughed.

"Well, it was one way of getting your attention."

"It drove me fucking crazy, you know. It's all I thought about when I jerked off for weeks."

Fuck. Your eyes went a little heavy, laden with want.

“I hope this hasn’t changed our plans tonight.” You murmured.

“Has it changed them for you?”

You shook your head quickly.

“No. You?”

“Of course not.” He brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face.

“Good. Because now he’s out of our way, I’m tired of this party. I want to go home."

His eyes darkened a little and he drew in a breath.

“I’ll go say my goodbyes.”

With one of his hands on the doorknob, you stopped him.

“Snow?”

“Yes?”

“I don't want you to be nice. Later, I mean.”

If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was just a few squeezes shy of breaking off the doorknob.

Your body slammed against his bedroom door with a force. His hands travelled under your clothes; wanting, needing to touch. You sighed and gasped at the feeling, his cold hands on your skin shooting chills through you, tugging off your clothes, kissing your neck, taking all that he wanted but still desperate for more. The rose had long fallen from your hair and lay, forgotten, on the hardwood. He kissed you with purpose, like he was once again trying to prove that he owned you, all the while understanding that he couldn’t. Maybe that’s what pushed him to touch you, to kiss you like it was the last time, like he was scared you’d float away somehow, even though you both know that wouldn’t really happen.

You understood it, because you felt the same way about him.  

You revelled in it, in the way his hands wrapped around your back, lowered to your legs, and lifted you up to push you harder against the door. His lips travelled across every square inch of bare skin he could find, your dress pushed down to your waist, lace bra exposed.

“Take it off.” He whispered, and you arched your back, reaching for the clasp and unhooking it with lightning speed. The lights were dim in his room, casting shadows that danced as the two of you moved together. Your head fell back against the solid wood as Coriolanus licked a trail up your neck. It was depraved, more passionate than anything you’d felt before. You could hardly think, blood pumping through your veins faster than you could stand. The only thing louder than the rush of blood in your ears was the sound of your breath mixing, hot and heavy as you took, impatient and without apology.

You cried out as his hips pressed harder into yours, and you could feel his length pressing up against you for the hundredth time. Except this time, you could finally let yourself imagine him inside you and trust that he wouldn’t turn this into another round of the game you’d thought endless. You squeezed your legs around his hips.

“Bed.” You gasped, and he grinned, wolfish and thrilled. You were the luckiest girl in Panem, to get to see him look at you that way.

“Been waiting to get this dress off you since I had it made.”

“Don’t tear it. Be gentle.”

“With you, or the dress?”

You narrowed your eyes as he carried you to the bed and placed you down on the mattress.

“Thought I told you that already.”

He was careful with the dress, slipping it over your hips and draping it over the back of the desk chair. When he came back, you were propped up on your elbows, legs bent at the knee, stare unwavering, panties the only thing left to take off. He was still wearing too much, shirt messily undone, pants still fastened but barely concealing the tent beneath them.

“You sure about this?” He checked.

“That a trick question?”

“Doll.”

You laughed. 

“Yes, I’m sure. Take off your shirt, handsome.”

He pulled off the white shirt methodically, and you shifted onto your knees to pull off his belt and toss it to the floor, eager to speed things along. You took in his toned chest and let your gaze sink down to his boxers, where his cock stood painfully hard beneath the material.

“Can I…” You prompted.

“Fuck. Yes. Please.” He sighed as your nails trailed up the bare skin of his thigh and brushed softly over his cock.

You smiled at the addition and took one last glance at his face, anticipation clear on his features that morphed a little in the near-darkness. Then, you pulled the material down his legs and his cock sprung free, and you forgot that you’d done this before, that you were used to this, to him, to being with him in almost every sense. It all slipped away, and as your hand reached to touch him with nothing between the two of you, it felt like the first time you’d ever done it. The breath he sucked in as you started to push the precum around his tip urged you on, making you brazen, and you readjusted your knees on the bed and got closer, then licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip.

“Oh my – fuck.” He groaned, and you couldn’t help the smile on your face, grateful for the darkness.

“That okay?”

He laughed, something dark and untethered.

“You fucking know it is. Such a fucking tease.”

“Wouldn’t be such a tease if we’d done this sooner.”

“Somehow I doubt that, sweetheart – ah.”

He was cut off by you taking the tip of his cock in your mouth and sucking hard as you gripped the base. You pumped your hand a few times and revelled in the sounds he made, choked out grunts and broken sighs, mixed with the occasional curse or a cry of your name.

You felt his hand gently brush against your hair, ever so cautious.

“Can I…”

“Mhm.” You hummed in the affirmative, and he sighed, all low and shaky as he pushed his fingers through your locks, not guiding, just careful pressure on your scalp as he let you take the lead.

“Baby,” he gritted out, “I don’t know how much longer I can… fuck, that’s-”

He sucked in a sharp breath as you stopped, pulling off, lips swollen. You looked up at him, stunned as he caught his breath.

“Coriolanus?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we turn a light on? I can’t… I want to see you.”

In the shadows, you could just make out the glint of his eyes and a dumbfounded smile.

“Of course.”

He stepped away, kicking off his boxers, and you watched him reach over the desk to switch on a small lamp. It lit up his face and you took him in, a thin cast of sweat shimmering across his face and chest. When he turned, you glanced away like you hadn’t been staring. He caught on with a grin.

“Like what you see?”

Such a dick.

“I’d like it better if you were over here.” You mumbled as he paced back towards you.

“You’re the one who wanted the light on, sweetheart. Now I know why.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Snow.”

“Coryo.” His breath danced against your lips as he closed in, lips sealing against yours as he pushed you back on the bed.

“Coryo.” You repeated with a smile when he pulled away kissing down your neck and chest, feeling the shape of the name in your mouth.

Then his hands were on you again as if they’d never left. More heat pooled between your legs as he trailed his hands down your thighs, and you let your head fall back as his fingers pressed through the seam of your panties.

His breath got shaky again as his fingers pushed the scrap of wet fabric to the side. You gasped as his thumb went straight to your clit, determined, rubbing tight circles against the hard nub.

“Oh my god, Coryo, I-”

“So fucking wet, sweetheart. Is this all for me?”

It was too much all at once. You pressed your lips together tightly and nodded. Beside yourself, your left hand pressed against your mouth to muffle your moans.

Then he fucking stopped. Your hand fell from your mouth, and you felt the lace get pulled down your legs.

“What are you…” You trailed off. The dim light let you make out his face and you could see his expression now, wanting, but careful, methodical.

“Open your mouth.”

When your lips parted, a little in response, but moreso in surprise, the two fingers he’d been using on your clit slipped into your mouth, pulling your jaw open as his other hand propped him up. You could taste yourself, hot and heavy, spilling onto your tongue.

“I want to hear you, baby. You can’t cover your mouth like that if I’m gonna hear you.”

You nodded, brain a little dead.

“Good girl. Now I don’t have a free hand, know what that means?”

You cried out a little, tongue trapped beneath his fingers.

“Touch yourself, doll. I’ve got you. We’re gonna get you nice and fucking close, okay?”

A little self-aware with him hovering right above you, you snaked a hand between your legs, but when you saw the look on his face you stopped wasting time, pushing two fingers inside yourself, heel of your hand bumping your clit as a whine slipped past your lips.

He kept talking, whispering hot and heavy into your ear, dragging his lips over your neck, pressing kisses wherever he could reach, every touch burning your skin like it was molten. When you’d lost yourself enough, mouth still parted; his fingers gentler now he’d made his point, he ducked his head lower, trailing his lips over your tits, placed his mouth over your nipple and sucked. Your moans got louder, feeling like every inch of skin he covered was hardwired to your cunt, your fingers getting tired and sloppy as you got yourself closer, dripping down your thighs.

You made a sound and he glanced up at you, pulling his fingers from your mouth.

“Just fuck me. Please, I can’t wait anymore, Coryo.” You whined, trying desperately to slow down your breathing.

“Poor baby. Couldn’t make yourself cum first?”

You shook your head, any more and you were sure your eyes would start to water.

“That’s okay, doll. I wasn’t gonna let you anyway.”

He lowered himself down towards you, arms either side of yours, crowding you in. Then his hands travelled down, lower, and your eyes rolled back, mouth agape as you felt his cock press against your entrance.

“Fuck.” You whispered, and he was strangely quiet. You blinked, and looked down at him, and you’d never seen such a pained look on his face. His lips parted, eyes heavy and slitted as he looked down at where his cock rubbed up and down like he was in a trance, slowly nudging your clit and getting himself wetter, tip glistening in the dim light.

Desperate for friction, you started rocking your hips, aching for him to push inside of you.

“Not just yet.” He breathed, voice strung-out and insane. “I won’t make you wait much longer, baby.”

“Please. I need you to fuck me. Don’t make me fucking beg.”

Usually, you’d see a sly smile appear on his face, but he just pressed his eyes closed as if the thought was going to send him over the edge. It was the sweetest torture you’d ever felt. Then, finally, you felt his cock catch at your entrance, and slowly press inside. You gasped at the pressure, at the size of him, and he was barely even moving.

“That’s it, baby.” He breathed. “I’m right here.”

He shifted his hips a little, and you clawed at his back, nails digging in until he hissed, rocking your hips to beg for more. You didn't want him holding back, not when you'd waited months for this. You strained your neck lifting it from the bed to whisper in his ear.

“I meant what I said, Coryo. Don’t be fucking nice.”

It was as if something in him snapped. Like he was holding on by a single thread, and you’d send him spiralling out of control. His hips jerked forward and you cried out as he filled you to the hilt, then rocked into you again, picking up a pace that was almost punishing. You tasted it, still wet on your lips, clung to your skin, and now, deep inside you.

Danger.

“So fucking pretty. Does my pretty girl need to get fucked, huh? Just like that?”

You could barely form words, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in further, feeling pinned open and beautifully used. Your cries melted together in your head until you could only understand bits and pieces, and as he fucked you, unrelenting, you felt your back slide up the mattress. Your nails dug into his back, and you were sure they must’ve drawn blood. His forehead pressed against yours,

For a second, he slowed, looking down at you.

“That okay?” He muttered.

You nodded, frantic, barely there.

“Yeah.”

He sped up again and your legs grew weak. He reached his free hand down to grab hold of your thigh and push it higher, the new angle making you see stars, clenching around him impossibly tight.

“Good fucking girl.”

At some point, as you exchanged fewer words and more heated glances, you felt your hand slip from his back and come to rest against over his on your thigh, to hold it in place. He took it in stride, taking it in his, fingers interlacing as his thumb brushed yours.

You didn’t think much of it. How could you? Not when he was stretching the walls of your cunt as you gripped him like a vice. Not when you could barely hear the words coming from either of your mouths. But oddly, it was the gentle contrast that pushed you to the edge as he fucked into you just like you’d asked, hard and unrelenting, mean.

Despite it all, it was the thumb that brushed yours that had moans spilling from your mouth as you both took exactly what you wanted from each other. It sparked something in you, something that let you know you were safe here, that there weren’t any walls between you anymore, no twisted games that wouldn’t benefit you both equally.

“I’m close.” You gasped as his cool blue eyes spilled into yours, and you knew he was all yours.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? I can feel it.”

You nodded silently, muscles in our thighs tensing around his back, the hand that was twisted into yours now falling onto the bed beside you. He gripped it tighter, and fucked you harder, with a point to prove. When your eyes slid shut in ecstasy, right on the edge of falling apart, he squeezed your hand, palms hot and clammy against each other just like the rest of you.

“Look at me, baby.” He urged, fighting for breath. “You’re so fucking close, I need – shit – need to see you when you cum for me.”

It wasn’t hard to keep your eyes open, to keep them on him when he looked like that, like he was carved by the fucking gods, brow scrunched and shining with sweat, eyes bluer than ever, lips parted in an o shape. It was the prettiest sight you’d seen, and your hand tensed around his when you came, trembling like a leaf, mouth parting in a shout you barely heard, eyes focused on him, only him as he fucked you through it.

"Fuck, that's it, doll. Like that? Right fucking there?"

You cried out in response, and as you spilled apart, you heard your name slip past his lips through your ringing ears , followed by a string of curses, each one filthier than the next, not letting up once as he followed you over the edge, hips stuttering as you felt warmth fill your walls and his head fall down onto the pillow beside yours.

A few moments passed as you let the feeling wash over you, feeling the wonderfully sore, sticky mess between your thighs after he pulled out. You heard him catch his breath, then tumble onto his back by your side. You sighed as you stared at the ceiling, then at him, and with a smile realised he’d been looking at you.

“Like what you see?” You echoed. He smiled, coy.

“You know I do, beautiful.”

You sighed, satisifed.

“Keep calling me beautiful, Snow, and I might start thinking you want to fuck me.” You teased. “Wouldn’t want to give a girl the wrong idea.”

He laughed, bright and loud. A few more seconds passed, and you hummed.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Nothing.” You shrugged. “I’m just a little annoyed I didn’t get to ride you.”

He swallowed then smiled, almost awe-like, transfixed. It was a feeling that you’d gotten used to over the past few weeks, but it felt new this time. Different.

“You’re not done?”

“Are you?”

He glanced at your lips, then back up again, voice earnest.

“Not with you, sweetheart.”

Your voice dropped to a whisper.

“Good. Then lay back. Head on the pillow for me.”

He obliged, blonde curls spilling over the fabric. You liked it when he grew his hair out a little, you thought as you hooked a leg over his waist. His hands came up to touch you, but you pressed his wrists back into the mattress.

“No touching, Coryo. You hear me?”

He nodded, eyes darkening again, and you lowered your head to kiss him, deep and slow. Felt yourself meld into him with a smile as his cock hardened against your thigh.

From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of the white rose he'd given you, discarded haphazardly on the wooden floor.

And something inside you just knew, you’d never get bored of this.

a/n: hope you liked it. thank you again for the love and for screaming along with me this whole time <33

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[wcnderlnds]

mulled wine | kyle spencer

CHRISTMAS ADVENT — DAY THREE

・❥・summary: you get a little tipsy with your boyfriend and confessions are spilled・❥・warnings: alluding to kyle's abuse but it's not specifically said・❥・word count: 1.2k・❥・authors note: gotta be honest this isn't my best work but we still out here anyway!! you can join my taglist here!

College had consumed most of your time lately. The end of the year meant exams, which in turn meant your usual free time was spent studying. At this point your dorm room was covered in books, papers and endless amounts of empty cans of Red Bull. So many all nighters had been pulled just to make sure you were fully prepared. The last thing you could afford was failing your exams. The major downside to studying meant you'd barely had time to see your boyfriend Kyle. He was in the same boat. He was preparing for his engineering exams so the most you'd talked was a FaceTime call here and there that barely lasted five minutes.

You missed him. Kyle was the best part of your days. There wasn't anything his bright smile couldn’t fix. It wasn't the same seeing it on a small phone screen. Thankfully, the last of your exams approached. Once that final one was over with, you made plans with Kyle. It had felt like weeks since you'd been around him in person. What you needed right now was a Kyle Spencer hug.

The plan was to check out the local Christmas market. It was perfect – you really needed to buy some last minute gifts before you headed back home for the holidays anyway. Maybe even treat yourself. After all, you deserved it after the stress of the past few weeks. It was a miracle your head hadn’t exploded. Kyle had said he'd meet you at the market so you hopped on the bus, jacket wrapped tightly around you. Actually, it was Kyle's jacket that you'd 'borrowed' from him weeks ago. It smelt exactly like him; bringing you the comfort you so very needed.

It didn't take you long to spot him when you stepped off the bus. His messy blonde hair peeked out from under the beanie he was wearing. The biggest smile imaginable graced your features as you ran over to him. Without missing a beat, he wrapped his arms around you, spinning you around in a hug.

"I missed you," he mumbled into your ear, pressing kisses all over your cheek. He placed you back on the ground, only pulling away slightly to look at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and bright smile. "How did I last this long without seeing your beautiful face?"

His words were so sweet, enough to make you want to melt into a puddle on the floor. How you ended up with the sweetest, most caring boyfriend you had no clue. It had been a chance meeting in a coffee shop almost a year ago now. You had been picking up your coffee order when you bumped into Kyle, knocking his right out of his hands. It was something straight out of a rom-com. You had expected him to kick off and get mad at you but he only smiled, telling you not to worry. You bought him a new coffee and after a brief chat, he gave you his number and the rest was history. Although he never let you live that day down.

"You're ridiculous," you giggled, leaning in to press your lips against his soft ones. It felt like home finally being able to kiss him after weeks. His arms around you tightened, pressing you flush against his body like he couldn't get you close enough.

"Only because weeks of not seeing you have driven me insane."

"You were already insane before that."

"Rude," he playfully rolled his eyes, tapping you on the ass in a joking manner. "Don't see me for weeks and this is the welcome I get."

"I'll make it up to you later." One chaste kiss later, you tore yourself away from him, sliding your hand into his. "Come on, I have to get some Christmas presents before I forget."

An hour later with shopping bags in hand, Kyle had pulled you into the makeshift Christmas bar that was the main attraction of the whole market. Eggnog and mulled wine were the specials on the menu but you’d never really been one for eggnog so mulled wine it was. Kyle had tried the eggnog with the words “it can’t be that bad” but he instantly regretted it, spitting it out. It was the highlight of your whole day.

“At least this isn’t as bad as that other crap,” Kyle said, bringing the mulled wine up to his lips. “Who knew warm wine was nice?”

You were both about three glasses deep now, feeling a little tipsy. It was well deserved after the last few weeks. Both of you deserved to let loose and enjoy each other’s company. It was one of the last times you’d get to be together before you flew home for the holidays. Kyle’s home life wasn’t the best – he hadn’t told you exactly what was going on but you knew it was something to do with his mom so you’d asked him to come with you. He’d politely declined. His mother was already jealous that he was dating you so if he went home with you for the holidays? All hell would break loose.

“We have to make this a new tradition.” You cradled the small glasses of liquid in your hands, the heat keeping you warm. “Just me, you and mulled wine every Christmas.”

“You got yourself a deal, babe.” He sipped off the last bit of his current drink, placing it back down on the table with a thud. “Oops.”

“You’re cute when you’re tipsy.”

“You’re always cute,” his grin slowly turned into a frown, his chin resting on his hand as he looked over at you. “When do you go back home?”

“Next weekend. I wish you’d come with me,” your hand reached across the table, lacing your fingers with his free one. A simple gesture but it meant the world to him.

“Can’t, babe. I’d love nothing more than to spend Christmas with the person I’m madly in love with but…” He shrugged his shoulders not realising what he’d said. His brow rose as he saw the look you were giving him. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“Person you’re madly in love with?” Unshed tears brimmed your eyes. You’d known for a while how you felt about Kyle. It had been so easy to fall in love with him but you weren’t sure if he felt the same way. Turns out he did. Your heart felt like it was on cloud nine as you gazed into the soft brown eyes of your boyfriend.

Kyle’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh shit, did I say that out loud?” He chuckled, his hand rubbing the back of his neck - a nervous habit he’d picked up over the last few months. “Cats out of the bag, I guess. I love you. I’ve been in love with you for a while just… never really knew the right time to tell you. Guess the mulled wine knew, though.”

Your thumb lightly brushed against the skin on the back of his hand, your voice gentle as you spoke. “I love you, too. Best thing to ever happen to me, Kyle Spencer.”

“Same even if you like throwing coffee over me.”

“Shut up or I'll make you drink some more eggnog.”

Giggles erupted from both of you, Kyle waving over the bartender for some more mulled wine. He knew that no matter what happened, he always had you and this moment to get him through whatever waited for him at home.

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↪✩dense

⤷ characters: bachira x fem!reader

⤷ summary: bachira has had a crush on reader for months now, but he's never racked up the courage for a full confession. Instead, he throws subtle hints and compliments towards her, hoping she can pick up on his feelings. however, reader is as dense as ever and has absolutely no clue.

⤷ a/n: where's all the good blue lock content??!! wc: 869

"(Y/nnnnnnnn)~~!!!"

You were caught completely off-guard as Bachira jumped onto you seemingly out of nowhere, latching his arms around your neck and wrapping his legs around your hips. He seemed to be in a good mood- he was absolutely beaming.

"Ack..-" You regained your footing and glanced back at him. "What're you doing..?"

"I've missed you!" He leaned forward so his head was closer to yours. After another second of holding onto you, he let go and landed on the soft grass.

"I've only been gone for a few hours..." You turned to face him.

"Doesn't matter!" Bachira smiled before taking a second to look at you.

"..You look nice today."

"Thanks."

Another sarcastic answer. You always sounded that way.. Like you believed he was messing with you, or that he was teasing you as a friend. But he never was. He truly meant everything he was saying to you. He hoped that one day you might take it to heart...

"Did you cut your hair?" He recovered from his brief moment of inner thought, pointing at your hair that seemed to be shorter than it was before.

"Oh, yeah, I did!" You replied, tucking some of your hair behind your ears.

"It looks cute on you."

Another attempt. Another attempt at maybe getting you to notice what he was trying to do here. Maybe you'd notice his change of demeanor.. his quiet words.. something?

"Whatever~" You laughed, ruffling his hair and walking straight past him.

You always laughed things off. Every time he complimented you, got physically close to you, even outright flirted with you, you would just laugh and find some way to change the subject. Did you not believe him? Or were you just that dense...

He watched you walk away with distant eyes. How many times had he told you how attractive you look? How pretty your eyes were... how soft your skin felt. And yet, you never seemed to catch on. He wondered if he was being too subtle, which seemed insane..

"Hey, (y/n).."

He jogged to catch up with you.

"Are you going to the dance on Friday?"

"The dance..?" You shot him a speculative look. "Umm.. I wasn't planning to."

"But you'd look pretty in a dress."

You only shrugged. "They're expensive.. And besides, it takes so much effort to plan and get ready and-"

Bachira watched you talk for a minute before cutting you off.

"You're so dense."

This statement caught you off-guard, and you looked at him in surprise.

"What?"

Bachira seemed to have realized what he said, immediately tensing as you confronted him about it.

"I-I mean..."

He glanced away for a second before looking back at you with more determination. It was too late to back out now... This was the closest he's been to admitting his feelings for you. He had to take this chance.

"Can you really not see what I'm trying to do here? I've been throwing hints at you for forever.."

"Hints?" Your face scrunched up in confusion. Was he saying what you think he's saying..?

"Yes, hints.." Bachira looked directly at you. "I like you. I'm not just being nice, I mean it. I love you."

You froze completely, staring at Bachira like a deer in headlights. Was he being serious? He had never been direct like this before. It made your mind go blank.

"You.. love me?"

Nothing in Bachira's face said that he was lying. He looked completely serious. You were stunned.

The heat of the moment had ended, and Bachira's face softened.

"Do you..."

You swallowed. "I love you too."

Bachira's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open from his unfinished sentence. He suddenly got nervous, his heart skipping a beat as a wave of surprise and excitement washed through him.

You loved him.

Bachira wasn't quite sure what he had been expecting. He had said everything on a whim, relying only on his built-up frustration to communicate his thoughts. But now...

Bachira was suddenly aware how close the two of you were. He felt your hand brush up against his, sending jolts of electricity through his body. He was still stunned, but slowly reached out and interlocked his fingers with yours. He was suddenly aware of how close the two of you were.

Kiss her. Kiss her.

His thoughts echoed in his head, his heart absolutely beating out of his chest. He had been waiting for this for so long.

Slowly, he leaned in- and gently brushed his lips against yours. You responded to him, leaning forward ever-so-slight and kissing him more firmly.

Bachira moved his hand to cup the side of your face, his brain feeling fuzzy as he focused entirely on the sensation of the kiss. His heart was racing, even as he pulled away.

You had just kissed. That meant.. his confession had paid off. He finally had you. You were finally his...

Your eyes were so beautiful.

That was the only thought he could manage as he looked at you. When he did finally collect himself, his face lit up, and he laughed.

"Ha-ha! You're all flustered.."

"Seriously?!"

You pushed him affectionately, a smile spreading across your face.

The smile that was now his.

[krmy2386]

Eau de Parfume

Bob Floyd x Reader

PLEASE DON’T STEAL!!!

Be kind❤️

WARNINGS: Mentions of deployment (I know nothing about actually military so this may be wrong.). Accusations of cheating. Fluffy ending🥰

Word Count: 1976

A/N: I know I promised this a while ago and I am SO sorry for the delay. Basically my home life has been VERY stressful and I’m going through it😅.

Y/N was devastated.

He was cheating on her. Bob of all people!

How could he? How could sweet, adorable and loving Bob do this?!

Granted Y/N had no solid proof, but she had her suspicions for a few weeks now.

He had been very distant recently. Whenever Y/N would ask him, ‘How was your day?’ over dinner he would no longer go into heavy detail about who was where, what was said, sometimes even mentioning the temperature of whatever room he was in. But now he would only give one word responses and leave as soon as dinner was over. It had been weeks since he spent tonight at her apartment.

Y/N’s second clue, was that the Dagger squad was acting weird as well. When the group went out recently the entire team all basically ignored her. No harmless flirting from Hangman. Or gossip with Fanboy and Payback. Even Rooster couldn’t bring himself to look at her, and Y/N considered herself to be closest to him out of all of them. ‘They must all know,’ she thought to herself. ‘They must all know but are too scared or too loyal to Bob to say anything.

The third, and most damning, piece of evidence was a bottle of perfume she found on Bob’s bathroom sink.

It wasn’t hers.

—————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Bob thought he was going to combust everyday since Cyclone broke the news. They were being deployed.

It would be six months, at least, and basically no communication.

This wouldn’t be Bob’s first time being shipped out to the middle of the ocean. But it would be Y/N’s first time having to send him off. That thought was what was driving Bob insane.

He didn’t know how to tell Y/N. He didn’t know how she would react.

Would she leave him? Would she wait for him? He knew she loved him but it was a big ask of someone. To basically put their life on hold for you.

Bob already knew he would be in trouble for waiting until the last minute to tell her. They left in three days. Bob had known for three weeks and instead of preparing the love of his life for the hardest test of their relationship, he hid it from her.

‘Oh God!’ He thought, ‘She should leave me just for being so stupid!’

Everyday he thought about telling her. He would sit down with the rest of the Dagger team, all of whom had told their loved ones already, and they would attempt to coach him on what to say.

Phoenix suggested that he should simply sit Y/N down and tell her like an adult. Bob felt like the metaphorical ship had already sailed on that one.

Hangman suggested he tell her during sex. Bob had to admit this was a tempting suggestion. The only problem was he could barely look Y/N in the eye these past few days, let alone make a move.

Poor Rooster just begged Bob to tell her. Blurt it out if he had to, but put Bradley out of his misery. He was a horrible secret keeper and it was killing him knowing something so important and not being able to tell Y/N.

Finally, Maverick told Bob that if he didn’t tell Y/N himself then he would take matters into his own hands. Bob knew Maverick was serious. That man feared nothing, not even the wrath of Bob’s girlfriend.

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Y/N sat on the couch holding the bottle. She had been intensely staring at it for 20 minutes. She was meant to be cooking dinner.

Despite being ignored by the entire team, it was Maverick who finally called her that afternoon. He said he couldn’t go into detail but the team was undergoing some intense training. He said he was calling all of the members' partners and family to let them know that the team was under a lot of stress.

Hearing this made Y/N feel relieved, maybe that was the cause of all of this. She decided to surprise Bob by cooking his favorite dinner and maybe they could simply talk out whatever was going on. At least that was the plan until Y/N went to wash up before cooking.

She went into the bathroom and saw the bottle sitting on the sink. It was very obviously not her perfume. The perfume she wore was an, admittedly cheap, light and sweet fragrance that came in a simple yellow bottle. This new bottle was black with pink accents and even looked expensive. Y/N wasn’t a huge fan of most perfumes. She actually didn’t care that much for hers. Ironically she only wore it because she thought Bob liked it on her.

The final nail in Y/N’s coffin was when she sprayed it. Curiosity got the best of her. What does this person smell like? Is it similar to mine? Completely different? She needed to know.

Much to her dismay, she liked it. She really liked it.

‘Damnit!’ She mentally screamed. She was praying the pretty and luxurious bottle would be just a fluke. That she would hate it and it would give her some kind of relief. Instead she just cried.

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Bob was terrified. As soon as Maverick told him that he reached out to Y/N, he knew that he could no longer wait. He could no longer procrastinate or plot a way out of it. He had to do it now.

When Bob pulled up at home he saw Y/N’s car, he actually wasn’t surprised. She was a loving and generous person. He knew she would be there to try to comfort him from Maverick’s ‘secret stressful training’. That thought made what he had to do so much worse.

Bob walked up to his front door. He paused, took a deep breath and said to himself, ‘Now or never Floyd. Just try not to break her heart.’

But when he opened the door he was met with his worst nightmare.

Y/N was sitting on his couch crying. Out of instinct he immediately ran over to her.

“Y/N! Baby! What’s wrong?” He tried to confront her best he could.

Y/N pushed him away, “What’s wrong? WHAT’S WRONG?! You lied to me!”

Bob sighed in defeat. He had been caught.

“I’m so sorry! I never meant for you to find out this way!” He tried to reason.

Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that.

Bob knelt in front of where she was sitting on the couch, “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you. I just couldn’t bring myself to hurt you.”

“How the hell would this not hurt me, Bobby?!” Y/N yelled, “There is absolutely no way that I could come out of this not hurt!

Bob felt the tears starting to well up. It was over. He screwed it all up. All he could do was apologize.

“I am so sorry Y/N! I truly never meant to hurt you.: Bob felt himself start to ramble, “I just couldn’t think of the right time and the team kept pushing me. Hell, Hangman even suggested I blurt it out during sex and I know that sounds ridiculous but I am beginning to think that would’ve been a better option then you finding out from Maverick!”

Y/N looked at Bob like he had grown a second head.

“What? Hangman suggested that you tell me you’re cheating on me during sex?!” Y/n was incredibly confused, “What the hell is wrong with you two?!”

Now it was Bob’s turn to be confused, “Cheating on you?! You think I’ve been cheating on you!’

“Haven’t you?” Y/N said accusingly, “You never talk to me anymore, you rush off as soon as you can, the entire team has been avoiding me like the plague, and this was in your bathroom!” Y/N felt the tears coming again as she held up the bottle.

Bob let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He didn’t think anything would be worse than Y/N’s reaction to him leaving. But this was so much worse.

Bob gently grabbed her hands.

“Baby, I would never cheat on you. I’m lucky I got you! Do you really think I would be stupid enough to throw away the best thing that ever happened to me?!”

Y/N looked into his high puppy-dog eyes and almost melted. Almost.

“Then what the hell is going on Bobby?’ She asked desperately.

Bob took her hands and kissed them before speaking, “I’m being deployed.”

Those three words made Y/N’s eyes go wide for a moment. Then she practically leaped on Bob in a huge hug that nearly knocked him over.

Bob was once again, very confused.

“Wait, you’re not mad?” He asked.

Y/N chuckled, “Give me a few minutes to be relieved I was wrong. Then the madness will probably set in”

Bob felt himself melt into the hug. There was hope. Hope that she would actually stay.

“Baby,” Bob began slowly pulling back from her, “The reason I’ve been distant is because I was scared to tell you. I didn’t know how you would react. Same with the team. Poor Bradley has been on edge for weeks because he was afraid he would let it slip.”

“Weeks?” Y/N asked, sounding hurt, “You’ve known for weeks?”

Bob nodded his head in shame, “We found out about three weeks ago. I thought maybe if I put it off it would go away or by some miracle I wouldn’t have to go. But I guess this is it. I leave in three days.”

Y/N was in shock. She finally understood. Believe it or not she even understood why he hid it. He wasn’t afraid to tell her he was leaving. He was afraid to ask her to stay.

She looked at him and gently put her hand on his cheek, “It’ll be okay Bobby.

Those four words pulled him out of his own head and straight back into reality.

“Really?!” He asked, trying not to get too excited, “It’s six months. Little to no communication and I did solidly prove today that I am an idiot. No one would blame you if you jumped ship.”

Y/N giggled at the pun before holding his face in her hands and looking straight into his eyes, “I’m not going anywhere Bobby.”

Bob couldn’t contain himself. He pulled her in for a kiss and hugged her so tight he lifted her off the couch and spun her around. He felt like he was flying.

“Wait!” Y/N said and Bob felt his blood run cold.

He slowly set her down and looked in her eyes, “What?”

Y/N went back to the couch and grabbed the bottle that now had no explanation.

“What is this for then?” She asked, no longer accusing, but genuinely very curious.

“That? It ah- well I wanted to-“ Bob rubbed the back of his neck and blushed, “It was to take with me. To remind me of you. I know it's not the exact one you wear but when I went to buy that one I smelt this one and-” Bob shrugged, struggling to find the right words, “It just smelt like what it feels like to be with you.”

Now it was Y/N’s turn to feel ecstatic. She looked at the bottle then sprayed some on her forearm and inhaled the scent for the second time. He was right. It smelled comforting. She pulled him in for another kiss and let the scent waft around them like a cocoon. And Y/N made a mental note to pick up a bottle of that perfume to keep with her too.

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The one with the female vampire

Ateez Yunho X Fem vampire reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Strangers to Lovers

6.7k words

There are lots of stories featuring the boys as vampires and other supernatural creatures, so I decided to spin this story around. I'm not sure if this will be a one shot, or a few additional chapters. I'll look at the feedback and see if you want some more. :)

This is also my first story, so be prepared.

Enjoy loves X

Myths were always supposed to stay just that - myths. Made up stories to scare children when they refuse to go to bed on time. Legends, depending on the era they are told in, make people behave and follow rules so that they don't end up doing things they aren't supposed to.

I was once a firm non - believer. Those stories only served as a laughing stock. It was different in 1855. People were getting more and more convinced in the presence of the supernatural.

Werewolves, witches, and most of all - vampires. If you asked me back then what I thought about those bogus stories, I would call you insane and laugh right at your face.

However, now, in 2024. I'd kindly remind you not to get on my nerves unless you want me to bite the crap out of your jugular vein.

I was a normal person up until 1855. One day I was walking through the snow, gathering whatever wood I could for a simple fire, the next I was tearing apart an innocent farm house owner along with his wife and two kids. Morbid, I know.

I've learned to control my urges over the 169 years I've been around. Nowadays, I feed from bloodbags and a couple furry animals I find in the forest. It's less tasty, but hey, it keeps me from going on a murderous rampage.

Being as old as I am, I got around the world a lot. From America to Africa, a decent amount of Islands, as well as the cold, hard Arctic. Now I find myself in my own library in Seoul, South Korea.

The perks of being a vampire is the unlimited amount of fortune I've accumulated in the Swis bank. It was more than enough to open up this place and fill it with my collection of antique texts. There are a few knick knacks from museums as well, borrowed (with the use of my compelling charm) from various museums over the years.

I'm quite proud of this place, as I've established a good clientele. I'm even more proud today, as a handsome man enters through the door.

He walks past the counter, going straight to the supernatural section of the library. Twenty minutes later, he is still going around in circles like an idiot.

"Hey there, need some help with something?"

He jumps a bit and turns around. He's even more charming up close with his big brown eyes and plush lips.

His slender fingers push up the rim of his glasses.

"Hey, yeah... I seem to be a bit lost. You see, I'm trying to find this book for my friend, but I have no clue what I'm looking for. So, yeah, help would be appreciated."

I could hear his heart beating rapidly, along with his veins pulsating. He was nervous. If I was a normal person, the rubbing of his sweaty palms on his pants would be a dead giveaway.

"Shoot away then. What are you looking for exactly? I see you went straight to my supernatural section. So, what will it be?"

He took out a crumpled peace of paper from his pocket and cleared his throat.

"Well, my friend Wooyoung wrote down some things this book should contain. We don't know what it looks like. It should have something about the first original vampire, as well as ways to control the transformation. Something like that. I know it sounds crazy, but he's been hellbent about finding this."

He hands me the paper.

"I think it's because he's been watching too many scary movies. He gets obsessed easily. So, yeah, that's it. Do you have something like this here?"

I looked at the scrambled notes and nodded. I knew what he was talking about. There is only one book that contains the original story about the first vampire, and although vague, it gives an insight about the history. The only copy of it is one the top shelf in my library.

Don't ask me how I got it.

I turned around on my high heels and reached above me to pull it out. It's leather bound, kept in pristine condition for centuries with the help of a little witch magic.

"This is 'The Original Story'. It contains everything your friend wants to know. Give this to him, it will settle his curiosity."

As I reached out to hand it to him, our fingers brushed. The spark of electricity was undeniable. I saw it on his face too. The wide eyes, the opened mouth. I quickly retracted my hand and cleared my throat.

"All we have to do now is get you into the system and you'll be able to borrow more books in the future. Come with me."

I stepped around him and bolted to my desk. He followed after with a starstruck expression. It took him a second to compose himself. He fumbled around his backpack and took out his ID, handing it to me.

"Jeong Yunho, is it? It fits you." I smiled and handed him the ID back after putting everything in my computer.

"Yeah, that's me. And you are?"

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L." I could see the surprise on his face.

"Wow, haven't heard of that one in a while. It's really pretty. It kind of suits you."

If I had the ability to blush, I probably would.

"Thank you, Yunho. Enjoy your light reading. I hope it has all of your answers."

He smiled and turned around. Hit the door at a high speed as well.

"Are you okay?" I chuckled.

"Yeah. Embarrassed, but okay. Bye now before I do something even more stupid."

With that, he was out of the door and speeding down the sidewalk. My smile wasn't gone though.

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A few days have passed since my encounter with Yunho. Honestly, I haven't been able to stop thinking about our almost magical touch. It was something I haven't felt before, and I've fucked my way through life.

None of those touches could compare to our fingertips touching. I've ransacked my library in hopes of finding an answer, but I came up empty handed.

Just as I was sipping on my coffee (blood concealed in a takeaway cup), somebody cleared their throat. I seriously have to instal a bell above the door.

"Hey there Y/N. How's it going?"

"Yunho, hey! Not so bad. What are you up to?"

He took out the book he borrowed out of his backpack and put it on the counter.

"Well, I've spent the last couple of days trying to find my answers, but this book confuses me. Wooyoung hasn't been helpful either, given he only reads ramen instructions and the occasional porn magazine. Oh..."

I chuckled and watched him turn as red as a tomato.

"Yeah, that was stupid of me to say, sorry. Anyways, I was hoping maybe you could help me? You seem to know your way with books better than I do. Given the library and all."

"Don't you worry buddy. You've come to the right person for this, believe me. Follow me to the sofa."

The library wasn't as full given then we were an hour before closing time. We sat next to each other, and he pulled out a notepad along with a pencil.

"So, there are a few questions in particular he is curious about. He wants to know the begining of the story, and the first vampire. How they feed, how they live, how they supposedly die. Those were the main points of interest."

He flipped through the pages and sighed.

"I've tried getting an answer but everything is so confusing."

I took the book and opened the first page.

"You see Yunho, the book won't help you if your thoughts are scattered. Lucky for you, I have it memorised. You want to hear the legend about the first undead creation?"

He nodded and opened a blank page.

"There was this noble man a couple centuries ago. He had an assortment of wives, as well as an obsession with drinking their blood. He thought it would make him younger and prolong his mortal life. He was stil human at the time."

His eyes widened and I could see him try to swallow a lump in his throat.

"Well, one day after being fed up with acting as a blood bag, one of the wives poisoned his food. He died shortly after in his sleep. They held a burrial deep in the woods, left the grave unmarked and continued on with their lives. Funny thing is, he aimed for eternity, but went to his early grave. Even funnier, his name began with 'Earl' something."

He let a small smile grace his face

"Until one day, a group of hunters witnessed something unbelievable."

I flipped the page and it showed a vague representation of what those pore hunters had seen.

"They couldn't believe their eyes. Right there on the hilltop was the deceased nobleman, drinking blood from one of his wives. Well, ex wives. Eyes as red as the liquid trickling down her neck, and his mouth."

I flipped the page again.

"Three days after, half of the village was dead, the other half turned into vampires."

I sighed and prepared myself to answer another one of his questions. He was immersed in his writing, listening to my every word.

"The only way for a person to become a vampire is to indigest some of their blood before they die. The villagers were attacking him with knives and pitchforks, breaking the skin on his hands and letting the black blood flow freely. He grabbed them by the mouth, and it got into their bloodstream before he drained them."

He stopped for a second and looked over his notes.

"Okay, I get the story. I assume the other vampires made other ones and it went on like that?"

I nodded.

"They figured out how to turn people along the line. They made up covens and separated around the world. At least, that what the legend says."

I had to put in a bit of reality for him because it was getting too believable at this point.

"I get it. But how did people not know about them? Don't they shine in the Sun, or burn? How could they miss it?"

I shook my head in disbelief.

"You humans and your vampire movies. This is not a Twilight fantasy novel where Edward sparkles in the Sun. Be realistic. The Sun doesn't affect them as much as it did in the begining. Vampires only weaken in the daylight. They can easily blend in. The only way you would recognize one is by looking into their eyes when they let the dark side out. Stronger ones have pitch black, newer have a distinct shade of crimson."

He diligently took down every word I was saying. I could tell it piqued his interest as well.

"Okay, got that. Tell me, how do they eat? Is it strictly human blood? Do they... Die, if they don't eat? Like humans?"

I sighed again. Those TV shows and movies got it all wrong.

"A vampire is a living dead person. According to every book known in the world, if you are dead you don't eat. The main source is blood, it only keeps them strong. Animal or human, it doesn't matter. Although, animal blood can't fend them for long. They can eat human food, but it won't mean anything."

"Then how does a vampire die? How do you... Kill it?"

That was the question I dreaded the most. It kind of hurt how much he was interested in the answer.

"Well... There are two ways to take down a vampire. The obvious one is by taking a wooden stake to their heart. The other doesn't kill them, more like incapacitates them so that you can land the final blow. There is an herb called vervain, and it's tough to find. It was used in older times to figure out who wasn't human."

I showed him a picture of the faded purple plant and he nodded.

"I get it. Okay, I think that's about it." He turned towards me and smirked a bit. "You know your way around vampires, it's impressive."

I chuckled and closed the book.

"Well, when you own a library mainly based on supernatural fiction, you find yourself full of knowledge about it."

Our eyes met briefly and I could still see the curiosity running through them. I stood up and went back to my counter.

"Oh my God, look at that. It dark outside. Sorry Y/N, I've overstayed my welcome here. This was really helpful."

I glanced at the clock and was shocked to find it was almost two hours after closing. The place was empty besides us.

"Hey, it's no big deal. I love to be of help in any way. I hope your friend will be satisfied with the answers."

"I hope so, too. He hasn't been himself lately. I find us growing apart day by day, and I don't like it. I know I'm rambling about something that doesn't interest you probably, sorry."

He put his head down and I could sense his unease.

"I want to know what bothers you Yunho. I consider you an acquaintance now. That's one step closer to friends I'd say."

The laught he let out sounded like one of relief. He notices my coffee cup (full of blood) and points at it. It was now my turn to feel uneasy.

"Your coffee got cold because of me. Sorry about that. I'll make it up to you."

I waved him away.

"No big deal, I like it cold anyway. By the way, if you need anything else, you know where to find me."

He nodded and grabbed the doorknob, without hitting the door like last time.

"Thank you Y/N. You're an angel, really. I'll see you around."

It almost felt as if my heart started and stopped beating all over again. Angel? Oh Yunho...

He was out of the door in a second, and I knew he was flustered again. Nevertheless, I waved as I watched him walk down the street for the second time this week.

Only this time, I knew I was in deep trouble.

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The next morning I was browsing through the old book Yunho returned when I heard my newly installed bell ring. The man was handsome, abeit a bit short. His long black hair fell over his eyes and there was a little mole underneath one eye. Not a bad sight to see at ten o' clock.

"Hey there, how can I help you?"

"Hi. I'm looking for Y/N. I assume that's you. Listen, you may know me as Yunho's friend. I know you as the only other vampire in town, aside from the lunatic that turned me."

My hand flicking through the pages stopped.

"What in God's name are you talking about?"

I stood up and he hurried to the counter.

"Please Y/N. I don't have anybody else to talk to. I'm going out of my mind here."

I looked around the sitting area, fortunately sparce with customers. I turned towards him and grabbed his hand.

"Come with me."

I dragged him to the back of the supernatural section and tried to compose myself.

"How on Earth do you know what I am?"

He took a moment before he answered.

"I hoped you knew more about vampires than you told Yunho. Calling you one was a shot in the dark. However, when you count in all of the things you told him, some not even available on the internet, I knew you were different."

He took another deep breath.

"I need your help with controling these urges. Yunho probably hates me because I've been avoiding him for two months. That's pretty hard because we live together. We've known each other for twenty years, but I have this incredible urge to tear his neck appart with my teeth."

My eyes bled black and my hands were holding him by his throat against the shelves in an instant.

"You haven't done anything to him, have you? Believe me, I will rip your heart out and shove it down your throat in a second."

Wooyoung tried shaking his head, but he couldn't from my grip. I let him go and he crumbled to the floor. He started coughing, clawing at his throat in the process.

"No... God no! I had to bite three homeless people just last week so that I could come home and avoid him. I would personally kill myself if I let anything happen to him."

I nodded and crouched down to meet his gaze.

"What do you want then? I don't want him in danger, you've gathered as much."

"Okay, this may sound crazy to you, but I need you to come with us to a college bash on Saturday. I can't go there myself, not with too many people around. Yunho and I are at a breaking point. This anual bash is our tradition, this is the last year we can attend. He told me if I don't go with him he'll take that as the ending of our friendship. I can't let him down anymore Y/N. Please."

"Listen, and listen good pretty boy. I'm doing this for Yunho. I could care less if you went on a rampage, I just don't want him caught in the crossfire. Tell me the place and time and I'll be there."

He smiled as he stood up. I followed his movements.

"Believe me, I get it. I finally know why he hasn't stopped talking about you. You're hot as fuck when your mad."

I rolled my eyes and went around him.

"Keep dreaming, pretty boy. As you can tell, my cold heart has been stolen by your best friend."

If he wasn't a vampire, he would be classified as a puppy by the way he was following me.

"Yunho will deliver you all of the important details, don't worry. And hey, a guy could only dream. Besides, he's my best friend, I don't fuck with that."

I nodded as I watched him put his hood up before he opened the door. He pointed at it.

"The Sun is a pain in my ass. Anyways, see you on Saturday Y/N. Expect your boyfriend to stop by soon."

"He's not my..." He was out of the door before I could finish my sentence.

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True to Wooyoung's word, Yunho showed up the next morning holding two coffees, one iced, the other hot, in a cup holder.

"Good morning Y/N. How have you been?"

If my heart was still beating, it would stop seeing his smile, directed right at me.

"Hey there. Not bad I might say. How about you? What brings you here? Antoher supernatural adventure?"

He chuckled and put the cups on the counter.

"Believe it or not, I don't want anything to do with the supernatural for a while." My smile dimmed a bit, but I brushed it off quickly.

"What is it then?"

"Well, I'm here to deliver you a new coffee, iced as I remember you liked it cold. And, um... I know Wooyoung's been here. He told you about the bash I assume?"

I took the coffee and held it in my hands. Vampires can indigest human food, but it mostly tastes like concrete. Don't ask me how I know to compare the two. Nevertheless, I took a sip, not wanting to make it suspicious.

Yep, cold, hard, concrete.

"He did. I was surprised at first, but I heard it means a lot to you. To be fair, I was waiting on you to fill me in. That's what a date should do I suppose?"

He flushed a bright red and adjusted his glasses.

"Well, yeah. I, um... I didn't think you would consider it a date, to be honest. I thought Wooyoung might one up me with that. But, yeah. I want you to go as my date, if you don't have anything better to do."

"Well, buddy boy, you're in luck. Aside from this library, my social life is pretty boring. And I won't oppose to a date with a handsome fellow like you."

Yunho got progressively more red as I kept on talking, or flirting my way around him. It felt good to see my impact on him.

"Well then, it's settled. It's on Saturday, which you knew already. It's at the big mansion a couple of miles from our campus. It's been passed down in the family, and our friend Hongjoong is the owner now."

I nodded as I scrabbled my address and phone number on a piece of paper. Handing it over to him I could see the confusion in his expression.

"This is my address and phone number. How can you know where to pick me up, silly? And I need to know more details by Saturday. I have to plan the best outfit for a college bash, God knows I haven't been to one in ages."

"You graduated already?"

I opened and closed my mouth. "Something like that."

"Okay then, it's settled. I hope you won't mind having Wooyoung come with us. I'm the one with the car."

I shook my head. "I don't mind at all, as long as I'm in the passanger seat."

His wide smile matched my own. "That can be arranged."

We looked at each other for some time before his flushed cheeks for the better of him.

"Well, I'll get going now. Enjoy your coffee Y/N. I'll see you on Saturday."

With that he stumbled his way out of the door, basking in the morning sunlight.

It's a shame my cold body couldn't join him in the pleasures.

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Saturday rolled around faster than I expected, and here I was obsessing over what to wear. I haven't had this problem for litteral decades. Then again, I haven't been infatuated with a person as much as I am with Yunho.

He's used to seeing me in heels, jeans, sweaters and tight tops. However, tonight I'm pulling all of the stops.

With my blood-red dress, black strappy sandals with a killer heel, and the most expensive golden earrings on, I was more than ready. The perks of being a vampire is our natural beauty is enhanced after we turn. So, I know I'm radiating even more.

Yunho has been texting me non stop for the past couple of days. Texts turned into calls, which later became FaceTime calls. It was nice seeing him all relaxed, with his comfy pyjamas and black rimmed glasses.

What I also enjoyed was flustering him with my lacy tanks and satin nightgowns. I could see his flushed cheeks even with the bedroom light off.

Thinking about our late night talks almost made me miss the doorbell ringing. With one last look in the mirror, I was ready for this wild, college bash ride.

"Coming!" My heels clacked against the floor as I picked up my black handbag from the rack.

The door swung open and there he stood in all of his handsome glory, alongside a grining Wooyoung.

"Well hello there Y/N. You almost made my heart stop. Baby, you are on fire!"

Wooyoung winked at his own internal joke, but it made Yunho snap out of his trance. He ran his hand trough his brown locks and cleared his throat. He was wearing a black button down, top three buttons off, sleeves rolled up. The sliver of skin was enough to make me salivate. The veins on his arms were enought to make me go hungry.

"Hey Y/N. Wow... You look.... Just wow."

"Way to go big boy, your vocabulary is immaculate." Wooyoung jabbed him in the ribs and Yunho looked down at his shoes.

I glared at the shorter boy and smiled and Yunho.

"Thank you, buddy boy. I got dressed up all for you. Now, boys, we have a party to go to. Come on!"

Before he could react to my comment I was out of the door and down the steps to the exit. They followed after me as we stepped outside.

Yunho took the lead and opened his passanger door for me.

"Here you go Y/N."

"Thanks.... How nice of you to... -" "Hey that's my seat!"

If it weren't for my strength, I would be on my ass glaring up at this stupid, stupid boy.

"Knock it off Woo, it's hers for tonight."

The tone in Yunho's voice surprised the both of us. Shy, demure Yunho, being all manly? That did some things to me, not gonna lie.

"Okay, okay. I'll let her have it, but just for tonight! The things I do for young love!"

With his hands in the air, he let our a laugh before climbing into the backseat. Yunho shook his head and helped me sit as well. He walked around and hopped in beside me, turning the engine on and putting one hand on the wheel.

"Okay so the plan for tonight - get there, get drunk, then... Well that's all I've got."

The three of us laughed together.

"That's a smart and well thought out plan Woo." Yunho shook his head and turned on the radio to drown out the sound of his best friend.

"You do look really beautiful tonight Y/N. Sorry about my word vomit before. You kind of caught me off guard."

Getting shy is not my thing, but hearing him say it like that made me question if I, in fact, am bashful.

"Thank you. I must say, you look dashing as well. Black really is your colour." I winked and enjoyed his already flushed cheeks.

"Not to interrupt you lovebirds over there, but I think you missed a turn."

"Shoot."

After some driving around, we finally got to the place. I must say, college kids nowadays go all out on these things. The house was lit up and there was music blasting to the max. I could see couples making out along the walls, underaged teens sneaking their way in, and oh is that a beer keg thing? Boy, I'm too old for this.

"Come on people, let's party!" Wooyoung was out of the door before the engine was off.

"Is he always this energetic?" I turn to Yunho as I point in the direction his friend went in.

"Always. I think he was born a nuisance and stayed like that. You know, for once I'm glad he's like that. He hasn't been himself lately, and seeing him so enthusiastic gives me hope."

I smiled at the poor boy, feeling sorry he had no clue about the truth. In the end, this is why I'm supposed to be here. I need to keep an eye out for Wooyoung.

"Well then let's join him. You only live once, after all."

He smiled and we went up the steps leading to the grand entrance. It was packed with half-naked, grinding bodies. One of those bodies belonging to a person I hoped to never see again in my immortal life. He was still the same as 50 years ago. It didn't help that he noticed me, too. With a grin in his face,he made his was through the crowd and in front of me.

"Y/N Y/L. What a pleasure to see a familiar face."

"Seonghwa."

His black hair was longer now, bound by a hair tie. But his expression was the same as I remember. Same smug smile, droopy eyes and red painted lips.

Yunho stood confused for a second, noticing my trance. His hand took mine and if he hadn't squeezed me, I would still be as still as stone.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Seonghwa's eyes went to our hands and he smirked.

"My, my... You with a human? I must say, you surprise me Y/N."

Yunho for even more confused.

"Do you know this guy? What is he talking about?"

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Can you go get us some drinks? I promise I'm okay. Seonghwa's an... old friend of mine. Haven't seen him in ages."

"You're sure?" He squeezed my hand and I finally looked up at him.

"Yeah... Yes. Go buddy boy, I'll be right behind you."

He nodded, and with one last glance at Seonghwa, he was gone.

"So Y/N, baby. What is this about?"

My hard gaze caught his mischievous one.

"Do not call me that. You lost that privilege when you abandoned me to chase your own ambitions of becoming vampire royalty. And what the hell are you doing here anyways?"

He frowned for a second before putting himself together again.

"Hongjoong is a good friend of mine. I turned him a year ago when some freak stabbed him in an alley. Since then we've become like family. He has a hard time adjusting to vampire life, so I'm here to help."

He looked into my eyes.

"I know you are here on babysitting duty. That Wooyoung guy was collateral damage on one of Hongjoong's feedings gone wrong."

My eyes widened.

"You turned him? Is this what you do now? Turning innocent people for fun?"

Seonghwa's gaze hardened.

"You know I hate doing that more than anything. You know that best. I had to help them, I couldn't leave them be."

I was about to say something nasty to him when Yunho cađe back with two cups. He handed one to me.

"I didn't know if you liked alcohol so I got us some punch. Which is heavily infused with alcohol, a mistake I noticed right now actually."

He scratched at his head and gave me one of those bashful smiles again.

"Thank you, Yunho. I love punch...- " "Actually, she prefers red wine over anything else, but I suppose this will do. Enjoy yourselves kids. Glad seeing you again Y/N, you're as beautiful as I remember."

He out his cup in the air as a greeting and he was gone before I could blink.

"Wow, he's an asshole."

My eyes widened at the insult coming out of his mouth. How didn't I notice before...

"Yunho, did you have some punch before you came back?"

He nodded, a bit sloppy.

"Yeah, well... My nerves got the best of me so I chuged two cups. Did I mention I was a lightweight? No, probably not. Did I also mention that you look like an angel tonight? A red, hot, angel."

His bloodshot eyes reminded me this wouldn't be a conversation we'd be having if it weren't for the punch. But hey, a girl's gotta work with something.

"A red, hot angel? Can't say I've heard that before. Come on buddy boy, we need to find your pretty friend before he does something stupid."

"Hey how come you call him pretty? All I get is buddy." His little drunk pout was irresistible.

"Don't you worry. Wooyoung has got nothing on your handsome face. Don't get me started about your body." I winked and took his hand to lead him through the house. When I turned around all I could see was a goofy, but satisfied smile.

Not long after we found the troublemaker drinking from a vodka bottle, perched on top of the counter. He smiled widely when he noticed us.

"Well hey there lovebirds. How's it going? I drank my bodyweight in liqour but I can't feel a thing. Crazy, right? I suppose this is what comes with being..."

I put my hand over his mouth before he could finish the sentence.

"Hey Wooyoung, why don't we all head out for a bit. Since I know alcohol can lower your tolerance for different... Things."

He nodded and hopped down to his feet. My 'loverboy' was fast on our trail, although a bit pouty I let him go.

Once we stepped outside, the music wasn't so loud on mine and Wooyoung's poor ears. Yunho was in the background singing along happily. At least someone could enjoy it.

"I don't feel so good Y/N. I thought I could handle it, but I can't."

"You have to learn to fight it Woo. It won't be easy, but you have to resist. Remember that this is something you'll have to live with for eternity. It should be something you can control, not what controls you. You can do it, I know you..."

There was only one thing that could stop me mid sentence, even after a hundred years of practice.

Blood.

And by the smell of it, Yunho's.

"Aw man, I scraped my elbow on the wall. Clumsy me as always. Hey guys, you don't think I can die from this?"

Now, I've had my fair share of temptations, but I've got years of practice. I could see Wooyoung's eyes turning a crimson colour.

"Y/N. I want to bite him. I have to. The smell..."

"No, you don't. Listen to me Woo, you have to turn around and run. Please. You have to listen to me."

He shook his head and grabbed at his hair.

"No, no, no... I can't. Oh my God, I want to kill him."

I slapped him across the face.

"Listen to me you big baby. You think this is going to get any easier? It won't! You have to learn to control it. Ground it. Step on that desire. This is Yunho we are talking about. Sweet, funny, clumsy Yunho. Your best friend."

He closed his eyes and gulped. I could see the painful grip he had on himself.

"Y/N? Hey, is everything okay with Woo? I know I stumbled a bit, but I'm okay. Here I'll show you!"

"No, Yunho stay where..."

Everything happened in a second. Yunho took two steps forward and Wooyoung snapped.

He pushed past me at high speed and grabbed Yunho by the neck. I could see the shock sobering him up.

"Wooyoung! Let him go, now!"

"I can't Y/N. I can't! I have to eat!"

"No, please, Wooyoung! No!"

Before long, his fangs went into Yunho's neck. I pulled him off as quickly as I could and Yunho's body slumped to the floor.

"Let me go, please! I have to eat!" There were tears flowing down his face as he pleaded with me to let him go.

I could hear Yunho's shallow breaths as he laid on the ground. I couldn't let go of Wooyoung, but Yunho's situation wasn't any better. I was about to panic when Seonghwa appeared before me.

"Go save your boyfriend Y/N. I'll handle Wooyoung."

"He's not my... You know what, thank you. Please, be careful with him."

"I will, I promise."

I quickly ran toward the boy who got my cold heart beating and saw his face. He looked like he was asleep.

"Hey buddy boy, it's going to be okay. I'll make sure you're safe. Come on baby boy, you can do it."

I picked him up and leaned his weight on my side. Seonghwa and Wooyoung were long gone.

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The night was hell. I took Yunho to my apartment and hooked him up to an IV I kept for when I accidentally fed on someone too much. He was laying in my room, covered with a blanket. He looked peaceful like this.

I couldn't help the guilt eating away at me. If I hadn't moved to this town, then Seonghwa wouldn't have tried to find me. It's always like that with us, but I think even he knows after last night, we are officially done.

I was too deep into my thoughts to notice Yunho's eyes opening.

"One hell of a party, was it?"

My head shot up to look into his eyes. He had a small smile on his face.

I sat beside him and put a hand on his cheek.

"Hey buddy boy, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. A bit tired and sore, but I know how I am when I drink. I didn't ruin anything for you, did I? I don't remember much after..."

He got quiet all of the sudden.

"After what Yunho?"

He swallowed.

"After Woo bit me."

The room grew cold in an instant.

"I saw you throwing him off of me. I also heard you talking about blood? It's all jumbled. Although I get it now. Your knowledge about the supernatural, it's beyond any book we've found."

I couldn't look him in the eyes. I was too scared, for the first time in my immortal life.

"I... Yunho... You are too smart for your own good."

He nodded.

"Yeah, I know that."

He saw my hands had gone back to my lap, so he reached over and grabbed them with his warm ones.

"I'm not mad at you, or Wooyoung. I get that you couldn't tell me. Doesn't mean I'm not butt-hurt about it. I am more upset that our night was ruined because I wanted to tell you something."

I locked eyes with him and instead of hatred, all I could see was...

"I like you Y/N. You and your brain, full of knowledge. Your strut in those heels. The way you smile, the way you smirk. Your big eyes, which apparently change colour. But most of all, I love that you helped me even with my awkward self almost crying of embarrassment."

"Oh, Yunho. You have no idea how much I've wanted to tell you the same thing. I like your smile, I like your big round, kind eyes. I love your clumsy nature. You've become someone very dear to me."

He squeezed both of my hands and sat up in the bed.

"Y/N. I'm going to kiss you now."

All I could do was nod.

His plump lips were on mine in a second. If our simple touch contained sparks, this kiss was full of fireworks. I couldn't stop myself from pulling him even closer by holding his face.

He seemed to have the same idea, and put me in his lap, arms circling around my waist.

We got a bit carried away, and the kisses soon turned desperate. Only when I heard him wince did I stop abruptly.

"Sorry baby, my neck hurts a bit more than I thought."

"Baby? Oh my... Sorry, yeah, we'll stop."

He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"I guess I'll have to get used to having a vampire girlfriend from now on."

Wait, what?

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah, well, unless you don't want that?"

"Oh hell yeah I want that!"

He chuckled and pulled me closer, laying my head on his chest.

"Thank you Y/N. I can't wait to take you out on a real, not so bloody date."

I smiled into his chest.

"Yeah, me too."

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One year later

"Woo, I swear to God, if you as much as drop one book I will snap your neck."

"Okay boss, I get it. Precious antiques and all."

"Don't make my girlfriend mad Woo, she's stronger than you."

"Yeah, yeah I get it."

He left to rearrange the new books he brought back with Seonghwa after their last trip. My ex has been helpful in training the newborn, because I have my hands full with another one.

"Baby, where do you keep your coffee cups with the lids?"

"Under the desk Yun, you know that."

He came up behind the desk with three cups and a bag of blood.

"Yeah, but you know me. This newborn brain gets me muddled."

He begged me to change him after our six-month anniversary. I had to think about it for a while, but I eventually accepted.

I can't imagine a lifetime without this giant, clumsy boy next to me.

And now, with his arms around my waist while we drink our daily dose of B positive, I don't have to.

"I love you, buddy boy."

"Love you too, my angel."

[doiefics]

late night love affair

pairing: jihoon x gn!reader

prologue: when your boyfriend returns home late from practice, he finds you awake, and needy

genre: suggestive + fluff

wordcount: 958

warnings: none

It was late at night, far beyond your usual bedtime hours, and when you realised your eyelids could no longer bear the weight of a much-needed slumber, you instantly put on your headphones to fight it.

A text from Jihoon was already double-blue-ticked, saying he wouldn't be home before sunrise, which was the reason behind your nocturnal activities for the day.

It made total sense, for that's what lovers do.

The man had been sweating and spending uncountable hours in the practice room for the past few weeks.

He'd always keep you updated about his work, and whether it was hot gossip or promotion schedules, you were his place to confide in, and he kept you up to date.

"He won't be home before another hour." You said this as you cancelled the outside world's noise, including the buzzing of the midnight bugs. It was an old habit of yours to talk to yourself.

And at times like these, the kitchen seemed like an amusing place.

The handwritten, leather-covered book of recipes that your grandmother handed you lay open on the counter. Of course, figuring out her handwriting was a little too difficult, but it was about your pride as you stood confident you wouldn't burn the kitchen down as long as you followed every instruction; it was simple.

"My heart is innocent, but my body really, really wanna sin with you." You sang out loud to keep yourself company. It felt as if the song was indeed written for you as you stood in the dim light kitchen, mixing dough by now.

The more you thought about the song, the more your body ached for a particular touch.

You shook your head as if shrugging the scenarios out of your head quite literally.

Your otherwise spice-abundant life faces scarcity at times like these, but there wasn't much you could do.

Not a minute later, a pair of hands wrapped up from behind, driving your instincts to work rapidly and causing a shock, but they were calmed just as soon with the realisation, as if your skin sensed the fingerprints.

Your brain took note that he must have entered while you had no clue he did, lost in your own world and in between the deaf walls of the headphones.

The same pair of hands tightened their grip soon, tight but never too tight to cause any pain, as they found their way inside the cloth, in direct contact with your bare tummy, sending tingles down everywhere, even where they should not.

Your upper body lay back, as it was accustomed to by now, gaining more head and neck smooches. The whisker subtly dropped off your hands, and your eyes shut themselves.

Jihoon smelled like a weird mix of his juicy red fruit scent and sweat, yet it was the most comfortable smell at the moment.

"What's making you smile so much, hmm?" He whispered next to your earlobe, taking your gadget off, and you did not even know you had been smiling the entire time.

"Audio porn." You blurted out with pursed lips, unable to control the urge to break into a laugh when he moved the device close to his own ears with one hand, the other one still holding on to you, as some child of three holds onto their favourite plushie.

Jihoon let out a small chuckle; his voice was rather deep, or maybe it was the effect of the night.

"Your brain is too filthy for that face, isn't it?" He hummed again, keeping them completely aside this time, and he felt so warm yet insanely attractive, especially when your hawk eyes took notice of his veiny arms; he had been practising and working out, you see.

"Are you going to discipline me, then?" You asked, with sarcasm overflowing. You had been with him for quite a long time to know just enough to get him in the mood for certain things.

He just chuckled again, indicating that you should keep carrying this.

"And well, I figured." It was you who spoke again. "I needed some aid to keep me going; you return home at ungodly hours."

"There are some essential activities that couples need to carry out." You continued with your monologue, turning your body to face him and resting your hips on the kitchen slab as he just stared into your soul with his signature not-so-shy smile.

The dough mixture and the diary were forgotten about.

"Right. Groceries and taxes and-" As soon as he spoke, his words were interrupted by a longing kiss on his lips. No one could ever level with his teasing game.

Jihoon took your hands in his and placed them over his shoulders, and you took no time to fiddle with the collar of his white t-shirt.

"Hesitation and shame, you lack them both." And you could only wink at his words as he moved his buff chest closer to yours, close enough that there was little to no space left in between.

And some timings in life are not just bad but also annoying. When it starts to rain while you're out without an umbrella, when you are about to pay for your meal but forget your wallet, or when you're about to kiss and the phone rings.

You could have sworn his lips were not even millimetres away from yours, and his hands ran all over your back, lifting your shirt.

"Manager." It read.

Jihoon's passionate gaze only drifted away for a short moment before he brought it back to your eyes, silencing his phone and continuing with the unfinished business.

"You're shameless." You spoke in the middle of the kiss, pulling back to catch up on your breath.

"You're just as shameless." He cooed. 

"Even more."

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please refrain from plagiarising, translating or posting outside of this platform

[v3nusxsky]

prompt ^ i hope you like it

Use me 18+

*Authors note~ this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now but here we go*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink angry sex (using for pleasure🤤) dirty talk, praise degrading shifted dick dom Larissa sub r cum kink if you squint facial face fucking slight anal?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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Wednesday Addams had a lot to answer for these days, and stressing your wife out was one of them.  You knew today was a particularly bad day for Larissa, having to deal with Rowans family and the Sheriff plus the board. You instantly came up with an idea to hopefully soothe some of her stress.

Your classes finished earlier than normal so you headed back to the room to adorn one of your more revealing outfits that drove Larissa absolutely insane. Once you were satisfied with your appearance you made your way her office where she would undoubtedly be slaving away behind her laptop.

You were right, so much so your wife didn't even realise you had slipped into her office and laid yourself on her sofa. You found it amusing for a few minutes before you murmured "Hi Rissa" which caused your wife to briefly smile in your direction before an email pinged to her laptop, the frustration from the day returning from the day. Before she even realised she was ranting about the stupid email from the board doubting her ability to lead Nevermore. The cheek of it. Did they not know what she had done for the Academy?

You couldn't help but be drawn how she moved her hands and fingers to exaggerate her point. Truly, she wasn't even aware she was doing it. But you couldn't help but be turned on, the things those hands have done, the highs they have brought you too. The mere sight of them causing your core to throb with need. Keeping your eyes trained on your wife, you managed to slip out of your underwear, having to stifle a gasp as the cool air hit your centre.

Larissa had no clue what you were doing, she continued to rant about the stress she was under and how unappreciated she felt which caused a sinful idea to pop into your mind. You stood up and approached your still clueless and ranting wife. You guided her flapping hand to hold your waist looking up at her with an intense look, nodding along to what she was saying. Admittedly, you had no clue what you were nodding for you just knew you wanted to destress your wife. She didn't deserve to be treated in such a manner. By moving her hand she stole a glance of your outfit which instantly had her mouth go dry. You're too damn sexy for your own good and she'd totally be having appropriate thoughts of you when she was calmer.

You caught her eyes devouring your outfit which caused you to guide her hand under your skirt and to your ass cheeks. You knew she'd feel the flesh instead of panties which of course Larissa did. Nothing would get past her. You stood on your tip toes and whispered, "Use me mommy, take all that anger out on me, use me and fuck me hard so you forget all the stress. I'm your personal stress ball mommy!"  Her slender fingers grabbed handfuls of your ass as she hoisted you up to her waist, your legs instantly locking around her hips. "Oh you filthy little slut" she purred into your neck before kissing, sucking and nipping at the smooth sensitive skin there.

You some how ended up in your bedroom, do you remember how? No. But you do remember how dizzying it was to have her lips marking up your neck, claiming you as hers. Larissa wasted no time in shredding your clothing, promising to replace it as she tore her own clothing off to revel a happy accident. "Mommy?" You whimpered upon seeing her impressive length. "Darling see how badly I need you I lost control of my ability I need you that bad. See how hard you make me?" Her teasing was turning you on more, to know you caused it.

"Dirty girl for mommy, how bout you get on your knees and put that whorish mouth to some use?" You knew the question was rhetorical but you happily got onto your knees and licked your lips in anticipation for her to finally be in your mouth. Teasing her slightly, you licked the underside of her impressive cock. You took the bulbous head into your mouths which caused a pleased moan to tumble from the older woman, "fuck take it all you whore."

You did just that, not that she gave you much of a choice, instantly began to thrust her entire length down your tight throat, "good girl, fucking slut for mommy. That's right keep gagging on my dick like a good little cock slut for your mommy." The praised mixed in with the degrading words was causing slick to drip down your thighs, normally Larissa was a gentle lover but tonight, she was not holding back, using you how she deemed fit. You were nothing but holes for her to use and abuse.

Her brutal pace mixed with her moans and your gagging was throwing her face first toward the edge of bliss and she wasn't going to stop till she got it. But you thought she'd give you your salty treat for all your effort but no. She was about ready to burst when she slipped from your warm wet hole and began to jerk herself off, "tongue slut" was your only instruction. Doing as your told Larissa came all over you tongue and face. Her cum dripping down your face as you smiled happily, "thank you mommy."

"You're such a good little fuck toy for mommy, letting me use you how I desire, now on all fours darling" she demanded and you followed instantly only to be filled with her semi hard dick. A few smacks to your ass which allowed her to see the jiggle she caused with each smack, her cock soon began to harden within your walls. "Oh mommy fuck you're so big" you mewled finally feeling her ready to move within you.

Once again her pace was brutal, she really was fucking away her anger and frustration on you. You had no complaints, it was extremely pleasurable and you couldn't help but beg for more harder, faster , deeper just more of her cock. Soon all that filled the bedroom was your joint moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin. You couldn't help but gasp when you felt her finger teasing as your back hole. Not enough to do much but enough to stimulate it slightly. "Do you like it when mommy stimulates your asshole baby?" You couldn't find the words to answer her right now. This wasn't something you ever thought you'd enjoy but now, with her dick deep inside of you while her index finger teased the puckered hole you we're questioning it. A harsh smack to your arse cheek had confrontation tumbling from your lips, "yes! Mommy yes I did!"

Feeling Larissa Weems cumming into your awaiting cunt was something like nothing else you'd ever felt before, and that's what caused you to cum with a cry. Your orgasm seeming to have a newfound strength as you screamed for her. Only when you were whimpering no more and trying to squirm away did Larissa let up her abuse on your body, "you did so well for me darlin, so so well thank you for helping mommy feel so so good" her praise mixed with your sleepiness had you falling into a sex induced slumber, Larissa cleaned up before following suit. The stress of her stressful day finally depleted thanks to her lovely generous wife.

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[itsthesinbin]

yo could you write like reader x ice king x magic betty

like i did like the reader being frozen before the mushroom war you did in one of the ice king x reader posts. so they know simon and they use that to help betty to get used to ice king and betty falls in love with over a date all three of them have. so like ice king now has two girlfriends and he’s so happy like doing happy dances flying around giggling making ice sculptures of reader and betty as gifts.

OKAY I REALLY LIKE THIS!!! 1: its cute 2: i was trying to figure out what to do with betty in this au 3: ice king deserves two girlfriends!!

as i wrote this it ended up more like.... how it started vs actual dating so feel free to ask for more :3

Ice King and Betty (Adventure Time)

At first, you were all for Betty trying to find a way to reverse the crown's magic. As much as you grew to love the Ice King, there was a nagging part of you that felt... wrong about it. Simon was in there somewhere- he certainly proved he was when he was back long enough to bring Betty into the future.

But Betty just... kept getting worse. Obsessed. Insane. It got the point where she actually ended up hurting him by trying to rewrite the crown, on top of kidnapping poor Gunther. You had to do something.

You caught her in Ice King's "the past" room one night, after Gunther woke you up. She was going through Simon's old things to try and find any clues. She almost ran when you found her, but you convinced her to stay. To hear you out.

"Betty... I know we weren't close back in the day, but you know I cared about Simon too- we were good friends. But..." you felt yourself get choked up. The only person who understood was Marceline, and that wasn't something you felt was appropriate to bring up with her. You didn't know her as well as you did Betty.

"But right now, he isn't here- you're hurting him, Betty," you pleaded, voice cracking. Her angry stare weakened, brows creasing in concern. You crossed your arms, pulling the blanket around you tighter.

"Messing with the crown like that- he was jerking around and his contorting and slamming into walls-! Do you want to do that to Simon?" Her shoulders fell, and her gaze dropped to the picture of them that she was holding. You could see her lip wobble. Slowly, you made your way over to her.

"But there has to be a way to get him back," she whispered like she needed to hear that there was. Almost like a child's wishful thinking. You wrapped your arms around her, hugging her tight. She returned it full force, burying her face into your shoulder with a harsh sob.

"If there is, this isn't the way... And you know that." Your own tears fell. Both of you mourned the man you knew, something you've done a few times since your revelation. You sunk to the ground with her, not hearing little feet plapping away from the door.

"And... Ice King's a good guy," you sniffed after a long cry, voice hoarse. Betty cleared her throat, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. She looked at you skeptically. You smiled weakly in response.

"He really is. He's funny, he's sweet- sure sometimes he has bad days but... he's the nicest guy I've ever been with. I think you'd like him, if... if you'd stop looking at him as just Simon". You held her hands, silently pleading she'd at least agree to leave him alone- to stop experimenting on him.

"... I am?" You both jumped, whipping around to see a bed-raggled Ice King holding a sleepy penguin. He was looking at you with wide eyes, clearly surprised to hear such nice words from you. You sighed, getting up and helping Betty stand. You nodded toward him, and then he smirked.

"Well, I mean... duh! You'd never date anyone as rad as me! Plus, being with a king as his perks, huh, baby?" he winked. He shooed Gunther off to bed as you shook your head. You heard Betty sniff, and your smile fell.

"Hey, what's the weird lady d-?" "Uh.... Ice King, sweetie, could... you do me a big favor? I know you're tired but... I'd appreciate it." At your pet name, he visibly perked up. You felt a little bad knowing that he'd do anything you asked if you asked it like that, but you needed him right now. Of course, he said yeah.

"Could you make that little platform and take us flying? I can't sleep and... neither can Betty." You squeezed her hand. Ice King was delighted that you wanted him to do something like that- he was always happy to be useful. He motioned for you to follow him to the exit, where he made the platform for you to get on. Betty opted to fly next to you both instead.

"I know just the place, baby and lady! Stars get REAL pretty around here this time'a year!" He flew you away from the Ice Kingdom and past Finn and Jake's treehouse. Up to another mountain range nearby where the tip pierced the clouds. He was right- the stars were beautiful.

He kept the ice platform floating in mid air, sitting next to you. Betty hesitated, but at the nod of your head she plopped herself on Ice King's other side. You leaned against him, and he was surprised when Betty did the same. Ice King didn't even flinch at the extra attention, more than happy to just have people with him.

As you three watched the stars, you heard Betty crying softly again. You both looked over, but she was staring straight ahead.

"I think I'm willing to try... to get to know him," was all she could get out without fully breaking into sobs. Ice King hesitated, before putting his hand on her upper back. You reached across his lap to grab her hand.

"That's all I'm asking, Betty." Ice King blinked, confused, before putting two and two together. A grin crossed his face.

"Hey, and I'm a great guy to know- especially if you're bored! Watch THIS!" He snapped his fingers, zapping small statues into the ice in front of you. A tiny you and a tiny Betty in the style of music box ballerinas. They held hands, skating together across a small section of the platform. You saw Betty smile.

"Yeah... maybe you are."

[eilaafterhours]

Wrapped Around Your Fingers [Ais]

Content: Box Au, Switching POVs, Reader is a BAMF, Smut, Sexual Tension, Grinding, Thigh Fucking, Possessive Ais (TOUCHSTARVED), Written Before Game’s Full Release, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

Continuation of: Heart on Your Sleeve, Jaw on My Knuckles [Ais]

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Just as he thought, a cold shower didn’t cut it. However, when he did say fuck it, and let go, it didn’t work. Yeah, he came (more times than he wanted to admit), but that didn’t stop his mind from wandering. From remembering things that happened under a new…sexual lens, or making up completely new things. 

Like you putting him in his place (which wasn’t too far from what you already did, but he wouldn’t mind if you got more handsy with him).

Alright! That’s enough thinking for tonight! He needed another shower and to hit the damn hay. 

Ais did not sleep well that night (he came a few more times in the shower, and attempted to go to bed with a raging hard-on). 

The days flew by, and it was like he hadn’t been jerking off to you every night. It was a miracle that he was able to act like his mind wasn’t full of filth. He guessed that since your regular business attitude was rubbing off on him.

(But what if you treated him like that in be—)

Alright, that’s it! He needed to go blow off some steam (and train).

Your brows pinched together as you watched Ais jump up from his desk, snatch his duffle bag, and fly out the room. He had been acting weird these past few days. He kept his distance, didn’t make the childish-ass jokes he used to, and would leave the room multiple times a day. There was only one answer.

Mans had it BAD for you. 

You smirked to yourself as you continued working. Finally, you weren’t the only one feeling something. Despite your completely perfect work ethic, you still could see that Ais was an insanely attractive man. You were never going to pursue anything, let it be a fleeting thing until someone else came through (as if there could be anyone other than him(well there was Ocudeus—). However, with the new development of his feelings for you, things have taken a turn. 

Boss made a dollar, you made a dime. Time to hatch a plot on company time.

To be honest, you didn’t have to do much. Turn up the charm a bit, dress a little more “I’m fucking my boss” casual, and tug his leash a bit more. 

“Ais, this is the fifth time you’ve gotten up.” You hadn’t even looked up at him, fingers still flying across the keyboard. “Sit your firm ass down.” 

He did as was told, but slump down with his head on the desk. 

“Cute.”, you thought. He was that big, but nothing but a soft dork. 

Soon to be your dork, hopefully. 

Probably. 

He lifted his head up, turning his attention back to his own work. The raging blush and hopping knee both telling you:

Definitely. 

Ais had absolutely no clue how he ended up in this situation. 

“Are you gonna keep breathing down my neck, or are you gonna do something, Ais?” 

“I’d go beat that bastard up now,” His hands were on your waist, threatening to go lower. “If it didn’t end up looking bad for you.” 

“Then you need to make it quick.” Was your answer.

But he sure as hell wasn’t asking any questions. 

His hands, that had been creeping, immediately went for your belt buckle to work your pants off. You helped him with it, but stopped him before he could really get his hands on you.

“Stay outside. I don’t want to take your dick for the first time here, of all places.”

He nodded his head, shoving your pants and underwear down to your knees. “Whatever you say, beautiful.” 

“Ais…”

“I’m being serious.” He was sure you were glaring at him through the mirror, but he was too busy looking at your dripping cunt.

You spread your legs for him. “Well then, hurry up. The match starts in ten minutes.” 

Yeah, and if he didn’t feel you soon, he was gonna burst just from looking at you. Regardless, though, he was going to commit all of this to memory.

“Damn, you’d think you’re the one who’s needy here.” He had freed himself from his shorts and boxers, and quickly placed himself against your slick. “Oh, wait, you are.”

“Just…mmh, shut up and get me off.”

He didn’t say anything, just started grinding into you. He relished in the way his pelvis smacked against your ass and thighs, and how each stroke became smoother as your arousal coated his cock.

But he wanted more.

So once you were both slick enough, he instructed you to close your thighs tight, and to hang on to something. 

And he went to town on you. 

If anyone else hard the vanity banging against the wall, no they didn’t.

Everything that went on in this room was meant for the two of you alone. For him, it was how you tried your best to stay quiet, to keep your eyes from rolling back, and the feeling of your thighs quivering as they attempted to stay closed. He was sure that despite everything you were feeling, you were committing things to memory yourself. 

“Ah—mh…Ais—” Your thighs slammed close as you came.  Ais was already on edge as well, so when you pulled his dick into an even tighter grip, he came as well. 

Now the room was quiet, except for the both of your labored breath.

Until your phone’s alarm went off, signalling that he had a minute to get out there.

You were the first to move away, reaching for your bag. He sighed as he adjusted himself. He really hated how things ended there. It made him feel gross, like he just used you for himself.

“The quicker you finish the match, the quicker we can get back to your place.” 

“Then you better be ready in twenty, sweet cheeks.” 

At this point, Ais couldn’t even remember what his issue Ocudeus even was. It really was as simple as beat his ass, then go home with you.

“You think you’re slick, but I know you. I know that stupidass dopey face. So, what’d that bitch do? Gave you head, or what?” He smirked, attempted to cut him with a right cross, “I doubt it, though. Rather be choking on my dick instead.”

Oh, yeah. It was his fucking mouth (amongst many other things).

He socked him a good one. Didn’t knock him on his ass like he wanted, but hey, he still had another six minutes to fuck with him before he needed to be back with you.

The car ride to Ais’ place was quiet. You can tell that there was some anger simmering within him. Ocudeus probably had said something to him, probably about you and him.

Oh well! You (and your pussy) would help him realize that whatever the fuck that loser said wasn’t worth it.

And it didn’t take long for you to get started on that because the moment he locked the door, his hands were on you. 

Your lips curled upward as he shoved your bottoms down. “Guess we’re not making it to the bedroom.” Your smile widen as his gaze found your little surprise. “But it’s okay because we can skip the foreplay.”

Ais sighed something fierce, then he looked you in the eyes. “I promise to do this right another time.”

You pushed your bottoms down the rest of the way and stepped out of them. “Of course you will. You always keep your promises, Ais.”

:) So, I was told (THE VOICES) to leave it there, so I guess I'll see y'all in another part lol

If you wanna hear me be on some shit, here's my Bluesky~

Masterlist

[ataraxiasflame]

Ok, I don’t want to stir the pot here, but I was having a conversation with my sister (who is in no way connected to the online fandom or under any ‘ship’ influence at all) and we had some very interesting discussions because of her lack of ‘influence’. It was really refreshing to hear opinions from someone who is (for the sake of this point) 100% ‘neutral’.

Though there were several interesting points in our conversation, there was one I HAD to share because as soon as the point came up, it made my mind go into overdrive.

Those of us who have read the CC series from the start….do you all remember after book 1, the Ruhn fans (those of us who loved him before Ch 3 of HOSAB) were very much pro-Ruhn-Hypaxia because of all the subtle clues in HOEAB. There was a lot of admiration and appreciation of Hypaxia from Ruhn, dare I say, very similar to Azriel’s appreciation of Gwyn in ACOSF?

And what happened in the next book? Hypaxia/Ruhn was a smokescreen for the real endgame which was Ruhn and Lidia, a character who was already introduced in book 1 though there were zero clues that she would be important to the rest of the series.

So what’s my point? I don’t really have any investment in Gwynriel (I think they’d make a cute couple but I won’t lose sleep over it), but given that SJM has proven in the past few books she’s released that she’s not above an unpredictable plot twist (even ones that don’t make sense), I think it’s not entirely impossible that Gwyn could have a different LI, maybe one who has already been introduced but without any clear reason why….say a Balthazar for instance?

I’m not trying to discredit any ships at all (if you come for me, I’ll just point out that Gwynriel would support my own ship)…what my sister and I did realise is that SJMs writing has changed since her ToG days and this kind of manoeuvre does feel like a possibility now.

(Now, logically, I know that the infamous bonus chapter might seem pointless then, and the argument that Azriel is hinted at getting a book, therefore who is his love interest if not Gwyn, and to that I say, you’re probably right. But could it be a smokescreen just like Hypaxia was?)

My point is just that SJM has developed a taste for throwing curve balls (Ahem…the million involving Danika come to mind) and I think it would actually be hilarious if after all these years and the insane ship wars over Azriel, if he doesn’t end up with Elain OR Gwyn.

(Also, I can laugh at this because I’m not an Azriel fan, but if you don’t see the humor in this, I apologize 😅)

[chaggie-supporter]

Sunday special:

○|PT.9: INSANE DUCKS pt.1|○

Last night was mad. As a summary, Angel went off to work, and he looked really bad when he came back. From what I gathered, Charlie pissed off his boss, and that made Angel angry? Or something along those lines. Husk didn't help. In fact, he seemed to just make him angrier, to the point where he stormed out. Then Vaggie got mad at Husk and told him to go find him. Husk obviously wasn't too happy with that arrangement. Then, if that wasn't enough, the two of them came in talking like a newly wedded couple, as if none of them were angry in the first place! I went to bed after charlie apologised a hundred times, and Angel basically said how he wasn't really angry at her.

SO WHAT WAS ALL THAT ABOUT???

I woke up late this morning and came down to a few things. First off, Charlie's even more of a mess than she was before. Actually, everyone looks like a mess. There's also decorations hanging everywhere, and they've let Niffty cook.. something. I spot Angel and walk up to him.

"Hey, what's all this for? What's going on?" I ask him.

"Oh, hey toots. Charlie's dad is coming in less than an hour." He said. That's it? All this for an old man? I'm about to question further, but Charlie calls out to me.

"Alex! Thank god you're awake! I would really appreciate it if you could get a cake! Niffty's making cookies, but I don't know how we'll that's going to go. Please?" I think about it for a moment. I mean, it means I'd have no chance of having to help decorate.. but I'll also be back in the streets of hell alone.

Yeah, I'm gonna do it anyway.

"Okay, sure then." I tell her.

"Yes, thank you!" And she pushes me towards the door, and before I step out, Vaggie taps my shoulder.

"Hey. If anyone does anything to you, punch them square in the neck. They'll be out like a light." She says. I nod, before leaving onto the streets.

I'm about maybe a mile down, when I realise, I have no clue where I'm going. I must've reached the main town as there's many buildings and people, and so I begin my search for some sort of shop that might sell a cake. In hell.

This is ridiculous.

I push and weave through people whilst trying to avoid fights, when one sinner catches my eye.

He looks old, with a round face, and hair that comes to two long spikes on either side. He wears a top hat that has two feathers sticking out of it, one having a patch on it. He has eyebags, like he hasn't got alot of sleep, and a similar face to the toaster I had seen on my first day. He's just.. staring at everyone walking by with a stern expression. Is he crazy? Insane, maybe? He doesn't move once. I try to ignore him, and continue in my search.

After what feels like an hour, I can't find anything. So, I go for the next best option. Cupcakes. The ones I got don't look very appetising, but they'll have to do. I begin my trek back, but once I past the spot where the old guy was, he's no longer there. Huh. Weird. I wonder where ye went..

When I arrive back infront of the hotel, I see a limousine parked out the front. Who owns a limo down here?

I re-enter the hotel, to see Alastor arguing with a really short guy dressed in white, with a massive top hat. Are tophats the new rage?

Charlue runs up to me.

"Alex, your back!" She says.

"Yeah, I am. I couldn't get a cake, so, I got cupcakes instead. That okay?" I ask. She nods and takes them off of me. The short guy turns around from Alastor and looks at me, and grows a smile. He walks up to greet me. He's proper tiny. I think Vaggie might be taller than him.

"Hello there" He says with a nervous smile. He extends a hand for me to shake, which I take.

"So.. are you Charlie's dad?" I ask as he shakes my hand quite alot, before letting go.

"Why, yes, I am! But you can call me lucifer!" And I froze. I'm not sure what I was expecting, since Charlie is the princess of hell, and this is her dad, but the name still sends shivers down your spine.

"Well uhh nice to meet you, Lucifer. I'm Alex"

I say after a moment. He just chuckles nervously.

"Yes, you too." He says, then alastor does the weird, teleporty thing with his shadows, over to us.

"Ah, Alex. Me and Charlie are going to take _our lord_ on a tour around the hotel. Have a drink ready for him coming back, will you?" He grits his teeth while saying 'our lord' and I swear that I can hear radio static. He does not like this guy. I nod, before mumbling an, 'it was nice to meet you' and just before I walk off, Lucifer pushes something into the palm of my hand before closing my fingers around it. He then walks away with Alastor and Charlie. I walk over to the bar and sit on a stool.

"One-" I begin, but Husk cuts me off.

"No" he says bluntly.

"It's not for me, idiot! It's for Lucifer." I say, rolling my eyes. He does as well, before walking off, hopefully to get a drink of sorts.

Then I remember I'm still clutching whatever Lucifer gave me, so I open my hand to see..

A bright yellow rubber duck. Huh. That's a bit random.

[stressedbisexualtm]

WAIT HOLD ON I HAD A BIG BRAIN MOMENT

For anyone that didn't catch Wilbur's stream today: when he checked the mailbox in front of tallulah towers looking for clues on where Llulah is, he noticed he had a letter from the federation. It basically said that Lovejoy is funding the federation, and they're proud of Wilbur. It also had a picture attached of a painted drawing of the Brazilian cargo ship on fire, in the same style Lovejoy's album covers have all been lately. I noticed this during the stream, but didn't have much time to think about it. However, a user on twitter pointed out that there's gotta be some deeper meaning there, which lead me to look back on Lovejoy's recent releases.

First up: Call Me What You Like - A single released by Lovejoy very early in the year (february or march I think, but idk for sure) whose album cover depicts a plane crashing toward the ground, on fire. I, like any good sleuth, immediately connected it to the French plane. The French crashed into the island via plane, and I do belive it was on fire before they hit the ground. The thing that made me jump the most was that this was, as far as I remember, released before the qsmp had even STARTED, much less when the French joined the server. Another small detail I noticed that might not be important is that Quackity appears in the music video as well as cc's not affiliated with the qsmp and people I could not identify any of the times I watched it (probably just background actors, but my brain's working overtime anyway).

Next up: Wake Up & It's Over - Lovejoy's latest EP, which includes the single Call Me What You Like. It's album cover depicts a train on fire, heading sideways off of its tracks. This reminded me of the first trains on the island - the ones that brought the initial English and Spanish speakers to the island. There was never a problem with them crashing or being set on fire as far as I remember, but it could be poetic. Another thought I had was about the create mod. For the past month or so, about since the eggs left I think, people have been experimenting with the create mod more - mostly using trains, actually. This could be a future event occurring with all the trains people have been building, something going wrong or some crazy angsty lore, idk. Again, it could be more of a symbol or an omen, but with cmwyl and the picture the federation gave q!bur I don't think it is. Another very obvious possibility is that it represents new members joining, like the other two do.

Third, and final: Normal People Things - Lovejoy's latest single, released just a week or two ago. The cover image for this song depicts a car crashing into the side of a house, the car very clearly on fire. I don't know if it's worth mentioning, but the other three covers all seem to take place during the day, but Normal People Things looks like it's happening during a sunrise/sunset (likely the latter). This cover is one I'm not really sure what to do with. It obviously follows the pattern of the others, so it's gotta fit in somewhere, I just don't know where. Nothing like that has ever happened to the players so we can be sure it's a future event. I'm not sure if it represents new players joining or just something the residents will have to deal with. (This last bit that I'm about to talk about is a huge stretch, but I've seen crazier connections.) As I was looking at all of the album covers, I thought a little bit more about the lyrics in npt. It reminds me of the happy pills arc, where Forever was taking pills and going a little insane. Here are a few of the lyrics:

Panic attack,/Backing track

Background hum/Of the cerebellum

What a blessing/To meet someone like you

With eyes as dead as mine, it's fine/It's normal people things to lie here in silence

(skip)

Spending days in/Self-medicating

Lost too much weight/Unpleasant aftertaste

We look the same/Play different games

This is probably the biggest leap I have ever made when theorizing, and it's most likely wrong, so don't judge me too harshly for it lol. I've probably got something with the covers, though, so I'm gonna be keeping my eyes out for that, and JESUS this is so COOL

[aissa-snapped]

The Heathen and The Christian final part

Summary: Ivar finally finds out what happened to his servant, and more exactly WHO did it. But when he finds out it`s his own brother, how will he react?

A/N I apologise deeply for the wait. I simply wasn``t in the mood for writing and I finally got some inspo to do so. I hope all are still interested in this. Anyway thx for the comments, those really made me wanna write more. I love you all.

@kens0world0of0imagine0nation there you go :))

Days have passed. Frigyth was still fearful of stepping out of her and Ivars chamber, but did it carefully whenever she had to. The king was struggling to squeeze any information out of her in order for him to punish the doer of his slaves traumatic experience.

The redhead however was still afraid of the consequences that might follow in case her master was to find out she had been meeting with his brother behind his back after specifically telling her not to do it, which by extension led to the unfortunate consequence.

Ivar, sitting angrily in his throne, overlooked the great hall, giving him the opportunity to scan over anyone who was sitting in there. He could only guess who did it, since he had no clue whatsoever. Glaring at the mass of people in the hall, he tried observing their behavior. Any clues as to who might have been brave enough to come after his beloved slave right under his nose. Any abnormal behavior, that could hint towards the rapist.

As much as he tried, he simply failed. He could`ve easily held a trial and hang all accused men, but he wished for a grander finale. He wanted to torture them to insanity, not just kill them off.

Ivar allowed Frigyth to stay within their chambers, for her safety, hopefully waiting for her to open up to him and tell her.

Days passed, and then weeks, and Frigyth seemed to be overcoming the past trauma, or so she wanted to lead on. Ivar was still pestering her about the subject, giving up each time after the girl simply changed the subject.

Hvitserk was scared the first few days, assuming the stupid girl surely must have run straight to Ivar to tell him, but to his amazement, she never did. That gave him some hope, knowing he was safe from Ivar`s wrath, or, at least for a lingering moment.

Frigyth, though she tried masking her fears related to men whenever Ivar was being close to her, could only do so much. Ivar, of course noticed how she flinched each time he was inches away from her, or when someone would raise their voice. This observation led him to an idea: maybe he could notice her behavior around certain men, and surely, if the rapist was around her, her body would give her away and expose the monster.

'' HVITSERK. Come. I am in need of your help.'' He called upon his brother one morning, urging him to approach the throne.

Curiosity linked with a hint of hidden fear engulfed Hvitserk, but nevertheless, he joined his brother`s side, wondering what sort of crazy idea he has come up with now, and knowing him, there could be many.

''How may I help you?'' He crossed his arms, rubbing on his grown beard.

Ivar shook his head annoyed, and motioned with his fingers for him to get close to his face, indicating this was not a matter he wished to be overheard by the other townies.

When Hvitserk was barely a few inches away from Ivar, the youngest brother whispered in his ear: '' I want to find out who raped my girl, and then punish him with everything that Ive got.'' And with that, he pulled away from his ear and rested back again on the throne, smirking at his brothers almost terrified expression.

His heart was pumping blood all throughout his body as if preparing for a race, causing Hvitserk`s cheeks and ears to catch a violent red color.

A few moments passed, silence filling the air between the brothers, and then after a long debate that took place in Hvitserk`s mind, trying to conjure a non-suspicious response, he gulped lightly and furrowed his brows, maintaining eye contact with the intense pair of deep blue eyes of his leader.

'' And how are you going to do that?'' He questioned curiously.

Ivar chuckled, shaking his head at his silly question.

'' Well you see… That…Hvitty… Is for me to know only.''

Hvitserk nodded his head, accidentally letting a look of fear cover his eyes, which didn`t go unnoticed by the hypervigilent and smart Ivar.

'' Ástin mín. Come on It`s alright. I just want you to come in contact with other people. You have been hiding in here as if some disease was spreading around town.'' Ivar gently dragged Frigyth out of their shared room, intending to find out the evil person once and for all. (My love)

His plan was coming into action, seeing as he had gathered most of the towns men inside the longhouse under the pretext that they were to feast that night.

Reluctantly, the spooked girl took a seat next to Ivar`s throne, where someone had previously placed a wooden chair for her to sit on under the order of Ivar.

With prey like eyes, the Anglo-Saxon girl scanned the full room, sensing an overwhelming feeling resting in her gut, at the sight of all those people. Crowded places were never her favorite thing. Ivar himself sat on the throne, with his right hand resting on the shaky knee of his servant.

The Ragnarsson was working on the plan, however now that he had gathered all these people here, with the girl as well, he only just realized he had never thought of the next step of the plan, and now he had to improvise.

Knowing that everyone was awaiting his orders to allow the feast to fully take place, he stood up, proud and tall above all men, with a horned cup in his left hand, giving an encouraging speech to the villagers, telling his future plans for raiding England, hyping up every viking and shield-maiden.

The feast was at its peak, the sight of drunken falling and stumbling men being everywhere. Ivar himself was feeling a bit tipsy, but he refrained himself from getting wasted remembering his intentions. '' Maybe now is the right time.'' thought Ivar, wondering if their intoxicated state would make men more vulnerable and honest.

Eyeing the room, he saw some familiar faces, including Hvitserk, gulping down cup after cup full of mead. Frigyth was constantly shifting in her seat, not only because of the hungry stares she would get from men, but also because she hadn`t moved from her seat in almost two hours, feeling her butt getting numb from all that sitting.

'' Are you alright my love?'' Asked a concerned Ivar, noticing the uncomfortable state she was in.

'' Ye- yes. I am. Just tired.'' She smiled tiredly at him, hoping he would let her go to sleep.

Cupping her chin with his right hand, he moved closer to her face, his breathing tickling her face. '' Just a bit longer and then we`ll go to sleep. I need you here with me.'' He explained softly. Nodding in understatement, she huffed slightly, and put on a fake smile.

Ivar didn`t know where to start, or how to approach the situation. There were so many people here, and there was also the chance that the culprit might not even be present.

But it seemed as if the God's were working in Ivar`s favor, since Hvitserk seemed to be more wasted than ever, and when he approached the two, he unknowingly was about to experience his downfall.

With his mind intoxicated, his vision blurry, he lost all his senses, unaware of his actions, which he would later on regret. He climbed the platform clumsily, on which the throne was placed, and drunkenly got closer to Frigyth. Ivar furrowed his eyebrows in suspicion and disapproval at his gesture, his hand on his dagger ready to take it out if needed, but what happened next shocked him beyond repair.

Hvitserk almost launched at the girl, who seemed to be going in for a kiss. Frigyth squirmed in her seat, and for the first time during the night she got up from it, rushing over to the other side of Ivar`s throne, instinctively seeking his protection.

The cripples heart fluttered at the gesture, feeling honored she was feeling safe around him, but quickly regained his thoughts, focusing on his brother instead. It was the more terrying face Frigyth had ever seen. Ivars eyebrows were creased to its limits, mouth tightly shut, and the eyes seemed to be the biggest give away for what he was feeling. Rage, pure rage was seeping from his normally deep blue eyes.

Ivar exhaled sharply, sort of like a bull ready to attack, and grabbed the frightened girl`s hand in reassurance. He kissed the top of her rather soft hand and ushered her to go back to their shared chamber.

By the time she left, the great hall was silent, everybody fearing Ivar`s next moves. Hvitserk seemed to be sobering up quicker than ever, slowly backing away from his dangerous brother, stepping backwards down the steps and into the crowd.

Ivar`s face showed a thousand different levels of anger, growing stronger and stronger by the second. It was obvious this much that nothing good would come of this.

Using his incredible force from his arms, he used the crutch to lift his body up, now fully towering over Hvitserk, and took slow, steady steps towards him, who was moving backwards as far away from the youngest brother as possible. '' You-you think I wouldn`t find out huh?'' He gave a dark chuckle, continuing his way towards him. '' That you can have MY servant as your whore? Hm? YOU REALLY THINK THAT?! '' Ivar was raising his voice with each word.

'' I am going to TORTUER YOU! FOR WHAT YOU`VE DONE TO HER!''

Hvitserk was at the end of the hall, right up against the doors, no escaping. There was no point in running. He had been caught. ''Ivar--''

'' DO NOT SPEAK. YOU BROTHER, HAVE CHOSEN YOUR FATE. THE MOMENT YOU DECIDED TO LAY A HAND ON HER. AND IN THE NAME OF THE GODS, I MUST PUNISH YOU.''

Ivar was making sure everyone understood the situation, him not wanting to personally explain the whole thing to the people. But by the looks of all, it seemed they all understood what had happened.

Hvitserk looked mortified, his life flashing before his eyes, knowing there was no escaping Ivar`s wrath.

Frigyth had been sent to their chamber, but that didn`t stop her from hearing everything that was said, or more like yelled, by Ivar. When he returned to their room, she was scared he would yell at her, but to her amazement, she was engulfed in a hug, and during the whole night, he had an arm wrapped around her torso, which made her feel physically and emotionally warm.

Hvitserk had been captured and thrown into a temporary prison, for Ivar wanted to make sure he would not escape the following morning`s events.

Ivar felt rape should be punished with the worst and most painful of all: The blood eagle. And so the next morning, Ivar showed up in the center of Kattegat, accompanied by his Escort guards and the other curious folk, and brought out Hvitserk for his torture.

Frigyth had tried talking Ivar out of doing it, suggesting he`d exile him, but he said nothing would bring him more pain than this. At the failed persuasion, the Saxon asked Ivar to let her stay inside, for she could not bare watch such barbaric acts.

Around noon, Ivar was one brother short, but half of his heart mended, knowing he did the right thing. Hvitserk`s body had been left hanging in the middle of the village, with blood still dripping on the muddy ground. It was a morbid scene to say the least, but as more than half of the townsfolk were used to going on raids, nothing unusual.

Frigyth was in her room, quietly crying. Why, she didn`t know. She felt bad. Because she met up with him. Because it happened and Ivar was forced to kill his brother. It was weird. Though she was the victim here, she felt guilty for his death. Maybe it was some sort of twisted game the God's were playing with her. Maybe that God that loved to play games, what was his name… Loki? Maybe he drilled his way into her head, making her think she should feel bad.

Ivar entered the chamber, with the purpose of checking up on her. When he saw her crouched down in a corner, he immediately went behind her, placing his hands over her shoulders, rubbing up and down. Kissing her temple, he put his head on her right shoulder, trying to be as close to her as possible.

'' Why are you crying love?'' He asked quietly. Sniffing, she slightly turned her head in his direction, taking a shaky breath in, preparing to talk. '' B-because… I dont know. You killed your brother...because of a servant. It was my fault. I shouldve never met up with him.''

'' You were the victim. He should`VE known better. He deserved it. You think he would have stopped?! He could have done it again, had he not been caught.''

''Yeah but… I don`t know… I am not used to people killing each other like this… and especially not because of me…'' She sighed sadly, another tear falling down her cheeks.

Ivar used his thumb to wipe it away, and then grabbed her chin softly, turning her face towards him fully now.

'' You… Are not at fault. You didnt know what could happen. I locked you in here. You maybe wanted to..have someone who would properly care for you. And then he betrayed your trust. I shouldve looked out for you more…'' He trailed off, looking into the distance, trying to blink away the tears that were making his eyes glossy.

Without hesitation, Frigyth turned her body, now both of them being almost chest to chest, and she climbed into his lap, hugging him.

It was such a new form of affection, Ivar had not experienced before. Startled for a few seconds, he just stood with his arms out, processing what was happening, but then he quickly wrapped them around her whole body, feeling her delicate figure, and enjoying the warmth that was radiating off of her.

A few minutes had passed, and she was the one to pull away. She kept her hands on his shoulders, whilst his were resting on her waist. Both staring deeply into eachother`s eyes, Frigyth realised this man was capable of loving, he just needed guidance.

'' Ivar, you deserve to be loved. You deserve to have someone be by your side, not out of fear but rather because of support. ''

Ivar was truly touched by these words. He had never heard them before, and there was this fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach, not the kind he`d get when he would murder someone, but rather something that made him melt, become soft and drop his angry facade.

The Viking got closer to her, their lips berely inches apart. '' Will you show me, love?' He whispered, glancing at her lips ever so often. Frigyth nodded slowly, right before Ivar gave her the most passionate kiss that made her feel like she was in heaven. The simple kiss turned into one with tongues interlocking, wrestling one another, and eventually they both pulled away, breathing heavily.

Frigyth blushed, feeling overwhelmed by the love she was feeling. Ivar however, allowed her a few deep breaths, before pulling her into him again and kissing her a second time.

It felt like hours before they pulled away again, and without hesitation, Ivar bravely asked the girl.

'' Will you be my woman, my equal partner, the one whom I share my success and failures with? Say yes and you will be more than a free woman. You will be the Queen of the most feared Viking.'' He asked, interlocking their fingers, squeezing her hands.

Frigyth laughed melodically, nodding her head vigorously, and engulfing her future husband into a strong gripped hug.

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BTTF Year-End Tag Game!

Thank you to both @bttf-dork and @future-boi for tagging me in this ;w; also pika ur comments about my art WAHHHH ILYSM <33 oTL

This year:

How many times would you guess you watched the first back to the future movie?

Since I only hopped on this time train towards the final third of the year lol: fully all the way through, at least 4! Otherwise I've jumped around a lot while looking for clips and references and stuff. So if I stitch all those together, then we'll say approx 5ish :) The first movie is my favorite one!

Did you get any sweet bttf merch? If so, what?

Noooo, I don't really have any merch for things I like, actually... it gives me too much anxiety to publicly show my interests ;w;

How many cans of Pepsi Free did you chug this year?

None LOL I don't really drink soda to begin with, but if I do, I prefer white (lemon lime) soda anyway :P

What was a favorite bttf fanfic you read this year?

I'm going to be honest, I... don't read fanfic very much. 🫣 I usually end up creating my own stuff (art/writing) when I have free time vs looking at other people's, which ik I need to get better at T_T So I don't have a loooot to rec... that being said I MUST shout out "Emmett's first weather expirement." by @alex-a-fans !!! <3 It is my greatest treasure of the year <333

I also really liked "incredible" by @penny-anna, which I read before I officially entered le fandom ;w; lone pine doc and baby marty my beloveds !!!!!

Finally, like basically all of the Doctober prompts from @doctorbrown *O* Days 8, 22, and 30 are some of my favorites, but I really recommend them all oTL theyre SOOO GOOOOOD !!!!!

A favorite bttf fanart you saw this year? (please give us a link, not a screencap/repost!)

See: everything I reblogged. Jk but fr, everyone is so so talented it's really hard to choose :'0 Here's a bunch of some of my faves in no particular order!!

[x] from @hearts-for-winona | [x] from @maxintime | [x] from @future-boi | [x] from @bttf-dork | [x] from @synthsays and @daryfromthefuture | [x] from @therobotwig | [x] from @22194isbestboy | [x] from @mythical-bookworm | [x] from @mkayeatsspaghetii | [x] from @tobytost / @tobytost-star

Did you create any bttf fanart or fanfic? If you did, what one(s) are you proudest of?

Yes I did !!! It is actually the most fan content I've ever made for a fandom since I was in... maybe junior high? So like YUH. Tbh, it's very difficult for me to find what you would call 'pride' in my art so ehh >_>; that being said, I do think that I had a lot of good IDEAS for Doctober (esp days 19 and 28), but my execution wasnt really the best. I would have liked to draw days 17 and 24 (+ time travel day) a little more properly too; like, I'm not as disappointed at how they turned out, but I still wish they were better and/or I could have given them more time. The ones I most actually-tried-and-dont-mind are days 7, 9, and 21 + under the sea dance day. (So many links was probably cheating but tbf I've kinda bent the rules for the past few questions so... whatevs lol). I've ALSOOO still been working on my godforsaken essay, it is 40 pages rn but even tho it's not done, I'm INSANELY proud of it Q_Q

How many times were you late for school this year?

None! B) For one thing I'm graduated lol, but also I'm typically early gang. I'm that person who'd sit in the classroom by myself for like 5 minutes before everyone else would show up LMBO ^^;

Did you watch any other movies/tv shows with BTTF actors in them?

Yess I did!! A... lot actually :0 Most of them were by chance/pre bttf era, but still :P Here is my list as well as I could find, sorry it is soooo long, but what are ya gonna do:

Star Wars/The Mandalorian; The Addams Family (1991); The Tale of Desperaux (2008); Cyberchase; & Clue (1985) -- Christopher Lloyd, havent rewatched the latter 3 since I was a kid and literally went :0 to learn he apparently was in them. Also Kings Quest (2015) which isn't a movie/show but I think it counts uwu

Stuart Little (1999) -- Michael J. Fox, which also rocked my world to discover O_O like hearing it now I'm like "yeah thats him alright" but as a kid I would never have been able to tell you that was the same guy from that time travel movie, despite watching both way too much LMBO

Elf (2003) & Last Vegas (2013) -- Mary Steenburgen, nothing much to say except that she slayed ^_^

Love at the Christmas Table (2012) -- Lea Thompson, I didn't care for it and was shouting "LEA GET OUT OF THIS MOVIE, UR BETTER THAN THIS" like the whole time lol.

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002) & Curious George (2006) -- apparently these have Donald Fullilove (Goldie Wilson) in them? Same w Jason Scott Lee (Whitey) in Lilo & Stitch (2002)??? And Star Wars/Kenobi show apparently had Flea (Needles)????? ...HUH.

I binged both the entirety of Law and Order: SVU as well as Seinfeld this year w my sister; apparently Mary Steenburgen, Lea Thompson, & Casey Siemaszko (3-D) are in at least one episode of the former, while Elsa Raven (Clocktower Lady) and Ricky Dean Logan (Data) are apparently in a random episode of Seinfeld each. So like, technically I saw them, tho I don't distinctly remember it :'D Also, I have been making my way through Little House on the Prairie recently, which has Matt Clark (Chester the Bartender) in a few episodes !

Finally finally finally, I watched I Don't Feel at Home in This World Anymore (2017), as well as the LOTR trilogy like. Twice? And they all have Elijah Wood of course >:3c

Was there a memorable moment you heard a Huey Lewis song this year?

None in the wild, no :P But I did end up being in the top 0.1% of listeners for Huey Lewis this year... so UHHHHH take that as u will LMBO

How many times did you fall down this year?

Hmmm idk?? Probably at least 1 I would think ???

Did you get to see BTTF: The Musical? What was your experience like!

Nooo, I didn't even know it existed until like October !!! It looks super fun but atm/last I checked it doesn't come to where I live so :( I should listen to the soundtrack soon!

How many times did your mom retell the story of how she and your father met?

At least three times, and then probably a few times I'm forgetting :P

If you could describe your year in a BTTF quote, which one would it be?

The year in general is definitely "Oh great, the atrocity channel!" LMBO (but when hasn't it been since like... 2020? 2016???). For me personally, I think it's either "I don't know if I could take that kind of rejection." or "Don't talk to anyone, don't touch anything, don't do anything, don't interact with anyone, and try not to look at anything." ^^;

⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️ Did you get to: go on any trains, skate on a skateboard, ride a horse, drive a Delorean, run in the rain, go to a dance, hang up a clock, play the guitar, pull an all-nighter, read science fiction, or drive thru Burger King this year?

Your future is whatever you make it! So what are you going to make of this coming year?

I think I'm going to try to post more of the things I make, like my art and especially my writing ;w; Most of the time I'm quite George-ish and am too scared to put any of my stuff out there, for fear that no one will like it, so... I need to get better about that. Also I'd LIKE to get a full-time job and my own place some time next year, but we will see !!!

Idrk who to tag :0 ik @brinkle-brackle @mythical-bookworm and @alex-a-fans have already been tagged but havent technically done it yet... maybe also @backintime @tobytost @ectojester @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 @itsthemorph @doctorbrown @knickynoo and @fourth-dimensional-thinker :) but no pressure to do it, just didnt catch if youd been tagged or not!

[reilleclan-blog]

Ok gang so I came across a stray cat a couple nights ago the kitten was crying so loudly out my window I couldn't not help it, so yes I did bring it inside, I wouldn't have done that if it was completely feral cats usually feral very feral cats don't come near humans they'll wait for food but not if u tryna "lure" them. So I fed the cat thinking it would stop crying but it also wanted to come inside the house and I caved b/c fuck me for giving a fuck about a baby cat. But I put it in the bathroom downstairs at least it would be safe and I gave it more food and stayed with it a little, I don't even think the thing slept, and afterwards I told my mom I took it in and she starts yelling at me like very much verbally abusing me for trying to protect a baby animal. Like yes the animal could have flees but I'm not gonna hear a baby and not help it I guess. So after she finished yelling and guilt tripping the fuk out of me, the kitten ran out of my arms when I was deciding to walk it to a shelter, when it left my arms I went back inside crying b/c I felt so bad just because I wanted to help A BABY KITTEN? Fast forward, I unfortunately couldn't do much to help it I fed it another night but that was it. The same day I fed it, I come home and find out the neighbors took the little thing in. I'm ngl I was happy to hear that but a bit worried I guess I'm worried b/c I was the only one really helping it the past few nights now these ppl have taken it in.

Ig I don't have to worry anymore since it'll be safe but ngl I wanted the cat . I even named it (in my head) but I knew it was dumb to think I could keep it. I just knew if no one was gonna help it I would. Another thing that annoys me tho is how my mother's reaction about the animal was so dramatic she could've won an Oscar with all the yelling and guilt tripping she did. She yells at me about how I could possibly die if it had rabies and shit like that and saying how she couldn't pay for my funeral if I died(while she's constantly online shopping) I'm ngl i appreciate what my mother does for me but most of the shit is abusive and I'm not gonna kiss her ass when I know I've been abusived most my life and everyone tells me to just suck it up or "that's my mom that's ur dad" as if that abuse doesn't haunt everyday I've been breathing.

She did all that yelling and verbal abusing and guilt tripping all for her to be in my face a couple hours later talking about "it's cute"(the cat) saying "it's my fault" the cat coming to the door, she says it in a "joking" way but how tf do u think I'm supposed to react after u just made me feel like absolute dog shit just for caring for a kitten. And when I tell u the kitten was so affectionate and very loving, it just wanted attention. It was probably the nicest kitten I'd ever met . But yeah, my mom goes from yelling at me like she's fucking insane to acting like it NEVER happened. I've never heard an apology from my parents that ever mattered . ( just as I'm typing this she comes into my room telling me the "kitten isn't loyal" again trying to be funny, but again u yelled at me like a fucking psycho just for caring about it. She act like I let it play all through the house and scratch furniture or some shit. I just don't understand this lady at all. I need to leave this place. I don't think I'll be that much happier but maybe I'd be "safer") anyways again I don't have to worry about it ig

Edit: neighbors took the cat in then threw it back outside^^'

And my mother says "they prob think it's our cat" please why in the world would they think it's ours when the first night I took it in u screamed so loud at me everyone could hear that it wasn't our cat. Also I went outside with the damn thing crying in my arms, I think anyone with context clues would understand that ain't my cat, when it jumps out my arms . I swear everything my mother says is said to only disagree with me it's not to make sense , it's just to disagree , so anyways I guess I will call a shelter. And she comes into my room trying to lecture me again about what I did, and obviously I'm frustrated b/c why the fuck do I need to hear u say something over and over , but this time u want to say it "calmly" "I'm not screaming at u or nothing just trying to talk" oh but the first time u couldn't have done that ? This lady was screaming at me so bad u would think someone was getting murdered. I– my feelings never fucking matter , Never. And she gets butthurt because I DONT WANT TO HEAR THE SAME SHIT SHE DONE ALREADY SAID SCREAMING AT ME LIKE A FUCKING PSYCHO. ESPECIALLY AFTER NO APOLOGY NO NOTHING I DONT EXPECT ONE BECAUSE IM NOT EVEN SEEN AS A HUMAN TO MY PARENTS, BUT DID U THINK I JUST FORGOT HOW U SCREAMED AT ME ??? REALLY? IM THE ONE BEING PETTY BECAUSE I DONT WANT TO HEAR SOMETHING I ALREADY WAS TOLD WHILE BEING DISRESPECTED PLEASE FUCKING EXPLAIN THAT