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ooihcnoiwlerh · 4 months ago

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About the "send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic" you reblogged 🤭

I was thinking about the "things you didn't say at all" one (I think it was prompt 5) and about your Feyd x Reader fic 🤭 the latest chapter and it's first segment, Feyd being subby...

How about a small Feyd POV, things he didn't say but thought during this scene?? ♥️

Absolutely no pressure, I just saw the reblog and my mind went wandering hehe 🤭

*Breaks fingers* Let's do this!

TAGS/CW: Subspace!Feyd; sub!Feyd; dom!Reader; first time topping; mentions of switching; riding; service bottom Feyd; overstimulation, masochism; knifeplay; nipple play; multiple orgasms, creampie, oral sex (M+receiving); body worship; come eating; mentions of past self-harm; mentions of past dubcon, mentions of past noncon/CSA; mentions/fantasies about smothering kinks; references to Feyd's prescience; Feyd and the Reader matching each other's freak

ADULTS ONLY/UNDER 18 DNI

Link to AO3 fic here:

Link to previous chapter on tumblr here

Thank you so much @peggyao3! I hope you enjoy it!

Y/N leans down and kisses him, slow and languid. I want to keep you inside of me until you get hard again, and then I want to ride you again until I can’t anymore, she’d told him with utmost confidence as she sat astride him, and it won’t take long to make that first part happen. He’s been transfixed since she pressed his own dagger against his chest, since the crack of her palm against his cheek.

Oh, had been his only thought, the heat flooding to his dick during his struggle growing stronger, still covered at the time as it pressed against the apex of her thighs. He’d never gotten such a good view of her naked on top of him as he did when she sat, stunned, furious, and a fucking glorious vision of a woman.

Go on, he’d told her. Take your reward, and she had. It didn’t quite surprise him that she’d been aroused by the time she’d gotten his pants off–he’d felt her damp heat through the fabric of them, and she sank with slick ease onto him as she’d started at first holding his own blade against his collarbone, as if he wasn’t exactly where he’d wanted to be.

You wanna ride me? he’d asked as she’d gasped and shuddered, moving on him.

Is that what this is called? she’d asked, delighted and triumphant, and it had made him smile.

It didn’t surprise him that she’d take to riding him like it was what she was made to do, that she drove them both about out of their mind like this. Didn’t surprise him, except that he still hadn’t felt fully prepared for how quickly and easily he sunk into the feeling of not only being used but loving every moment of it. It’d been a long time since that had happened.

She’d come twice on top of him, exhilarated from their scuffle and from the power he was giving her–even as he’d felt himself slipping, stunned at how she’d fucked him and touched him and looked so unbearably beautiful doing it, he could see how thrilled she was at the power she had over him.

She holds it now, still straddling his hips. It feels like something tangible that settles between them in the combination of ease and excitement building in his chest as they kiss, waiting for him to stiffen inside of her again, content to caress her sides, her thighs, her hair, but aching to feel her moving on top of him again. It’ll happen; he’ll give her whatever she wants. He gives a soft sigh as she trails her mouth just below his ear, along the junction of his jaw and neck, and waits as she pauses, seeming to consider something.

He realizes what she’s about to do a second before she does it–takes the knife he’d had pressed against her throat not twenty minutes ago and makes a slow, shallow cut above his heart. He gasps at the sting, thinking, Oh yeah, that’ll do it, cock twitching and fully coming back to life as she laps up the beads of blood that well up, as she dips her head lower to scrape her teeth against his nipple. He hadn't allowed her access there before tonight, not so much because it was forbidden but nearly every time he’s been inside of her he’s taken her from behind or been just above her, where she didn’t have such easy access to him. He’s been so impatient to taste and touch and tease her that other than the times he’s guided his cock as far into her mouth as she can handle he just hasn't afforded her the same chance.

She takes it now, and he gives it freely, fascinated by her own fascination with him. She’s never been fucked by anyone else, that much he’d learned on their wedding night. Probably never even had another person touch her nipples or play with her clit except for herself.

Feyd’s train of thought is cut short as Y/N then sits up, her fingers collecting the thin trail of blood as she briefly rests her hands on Feyd’s chest, only to bring those same fingertips to her lips and lap them clean. A smear of blood remains on her lips as she breaks out into a slow smile, rocking her hips, readjusting to the movement and the angle, before she gives a small, stunned laugh. She’s captivating, the way she seems to revel in a new way to take him inside of her.

The last time anyone got him in this position…

He doesn’t want to think about it; how through that box of pain the Gesserit whore had reduced him to a trembling mess so aroused he was leaking precome through his robes, how her voice had invaded the deepest recesses of his mind, how she’s pushed him onto his back as soon as he withdrew his hand and perfunctorily pulled her skirts up, pulled his cock out, and sat on him with a grimace.

He doesn’t want to remember how he’d thought, helpless and trapped in a way he hadn’t felt in years, that she reminded him how his body didn’t truly belong to him, that it was only ever on loan, to be used by whoever needed him. He thought he’d kill her if he ever saw her again, watching her wince as he came inside of her despite himself and she got up, leaving him wrung out and burning with shame.

He doesn't want to think about it, and tonight it's easy to forget, because his wife’s riding him with shameless, unabashed enthusiasm as if there's nowhere else she'd be, and she's not taking anything that Feyd’s not happy to give her in spades. She can do whatever the fuck she wants with him.

“I–oh, fuck!--I could ride your fat cock all night. Would you like that, Feyd?” she asks.

I’d love it. I want to watch you come undone around me all night, he thinks, unable to manage more than a groan. He watches, rapt, painfully aroused, as her pert, pretty tits bounce along with her movements, dazedly realizing what a good idea it is for her to move his hands from her hips to her breasts. He'd mourn not being able to see them as clearly but that he enjoys touching them even more. He doesn't think about it, just fondles them how they both like it.

He stares, enraptured, as she comes undone around him, his hands still fondling her, her own hands braced behind her on his sweaty thighs. His cock pulses and he wants to follow her but also doesn’t want it to be so soon, especially since even as she shudders and clenches around him, her moans high and desperate, the part of him still capable of thought knows that she’s not truly finished with him yet.

I’ll be good. I’ll hold on, he thinks as she continues to rock her hips, barely catching her breath and riding her out of stubbornness to see her exhaustion through. He’s so fucking impressed with her.

“Don't come yet,” she commands him, voice thick. “Not until I come again.”

He groans. Couldn’t have picked a better woman to subjugate me if I tried, he thinks, every muscle clenching, back arching, trying to breathe normally, while he’s increasingly unraveled. Most of the past month he’s been married to her he’s felt half-out of his mind with desire every time they were alone together, but not quite like this. Not quite so excited to see how she can own him.

“If you want to come, then make yourself useful, Feyd,” Y/N adds, her lust and confidence a heady cocktail that set his nerves ablaze.

Yes, ma’am, he thinks immediately, spitting on his thumb and bringing it to her swollen clit. She must be aching. Going on four now; he realizes. He hasn’t gotten her that far before. Remnants of his spend leak out of where he’s buried inside of her, and still liquid from the heat between them.

And then clever, wicked Y/N smirks, moves her hands back to his chest, and pinches cruelly. He’d love to know if she’s still smirking when he cries out and bucks his hips, nearly spilling inside of her, but he shuts his eyes when he does it. She’s not merciful, and he’s all the more delighted for it.

“Look at me, Feyd,” he hears Y/N say and his eyes snap open as he reminds himself that he has a job to do, although he supposes it can’t quite be a job if he’s enjoying it so much. She’s so beautiful like this, natural in an element she might never have pictured inhabiting. He works her clit faster, presses down a little harder, shifts his thighs slightly to make his hips the right bridge to rock onto, and then she comes hard. It’s not the breathless moans and whimpers when he’s fucking her from behind; it’s a guttural cry from within Y/N’s chest that’s the sound of a woman who’s taken everything she’s wanted and she trembles, clenching around him so hard Feyd abandons his post rubbing her clit to grab onto her hips.

So will you let me come with you? he wants to ask, in awe of her and unsure what look she’s seeing on his face if she sees anything. She’s not drunk, he knows, but there’s a glazed-over look in her eyes as she stares open-mouthed down at him when he tries to center himself. The moment she gives her permission he can’t help it; he relishes her overwrought moans as he bucks up into her, fucking her from below, squeezing the supple flesh of her hips and ass as he comes so hard he sees stars–stars that don’t even fucking exist on this planet.

There’s a moment before he can really soften but while he’s too sensitive to keep moving, he realizes that she might still be able to ride him again. He’ll get hard again if she wants him to, if she gives him enough time. He’ll gladly let her use his mouth to grind on until then to get her over five, six, seven times. She’d take to it just as well, holding his head in place as she rides his face with enough fervor that he’d just barely be able to breathe, head swimming all the more for the taste of her, of the two of them mixed together and her shaking thighs bracketing his face. Dazed, he thinks about how there would be worse ways to go out than with his face buried in her cunt.

Next time he’ll let her collar him, use a chain to guide his face between her legs. He’ll gladly kneel for her, he thinks as he closes his eyes and pictures it, her leading him on a leash to a place he already loves visiting.

“Hey,” he hears, voice gentler this time, like he’s underwater and her voice is just above the surface. “Look at me.”

He does. She’s smiling down at him, her expression fond rather than mischievous or aroused or deliciously cruel. She strokes his face and he can’t help but tilt his face into it. His heartbeat is slowing down, his cock has softened again, but he’ll bring it back to rise, if she tells him to.

But she doesn’t. She slides off of him, letting him slip out of her, and leans down to ghost her lips over his neck, scrape them over his teeth, and a part of him, spent but eager, realizes that this touch and exploration isn’t really for him; it’s for her. He brings his hands to the sheets below him before she can ask.

“Yes, that’s good,” she assures him before going lower, licking and nipping at the muscles in his abdomen that clench and flutter at the contact. “Keep them there.”

Take whatever you want, Y/N. Everything I have, everything I am is yours, he thinks as she licks his spent cock, as she drags her tongue lower for the first time, exploring his body still as if he’s something beautiful and fascinating.

He pants and moans, hips twitching, cock not quite getting hard again, not yet, but that doesn’t appear to be what Y/N is even after. She just seems to want to touch and taste him, seems to enjoy it just as much as she enjoyed using him as a human dildo, not that he expects her to know what that is.

Is this what you like,Y/N? he wants to ask. Is getting me soaked and licking me clean something that makes you feel good? He groans and spreads his legs a little more. He feels dazed.

She asks him about his scars. Clever girl deduced that they were done on separate occasions. When he tells her how he got them, she nuzzles and licks at them. He'd almost forgotten how sensitive his inner thighs are. It's been a long time since anyone's touched them. Racking his brain, he’s hard-pressed to think if he's ever allowed himself to be laid out and thoroughly enjoyed like this. And she does enjoy this, he thinks, wanting to laugh. She nips and bites at them once she knows they come from a place of desire. A part of him, a part he quietly shelves away for later, can appreciate that she knows to tread lightly with his scars, even when he’s spent and malleable like this; she knows how the ones on his back got there. He doesn’t say it, doesn’t press the issue, wondering what she has planned next, when she comes back up, face to face, and kisses him slowly. Tenderly. It’s warm, affectionate, but without the same heat as before.

She’s done with him tonight, it seems. Or at least, she’s done playing with him, as she sets the knife on her nightstand and finesses getting them under the covers. When he’d ambushed her with a surprise drill the sheets and blankets had been kicked down to their ankles.

Her reflexes are good; she thinks quickly; she’s adaptable. And deceptively powerful, he thinks, imagining the possibilities of how much further they can keep going. He could show her how to put a cockring on him and use him for even longer. He will.

But apparently not tonight, as she turns onto her back and he turns to lay on her, first nestling the side of his face against the space between her breasts and then lower, to rest his head against the soft skin of her belly. It'll probably be around three months from now that she starts showing.

“Is this what you need, husband?” Y/N asks, stroking his back. He deflates, finally grounded. He nods. He exhales hard. He can hear the small smile in Y/N’s voice as she continues stroking his shoulders and the back of his neck while saying, “In a couple of days we’ll find out if life is growing in there.”

Feyd doesn’t think about it before he says, “There is. A boy.”

Y/N laughs above him, but Feyd doesn’t mind. It’s not like she’d know, not like he’s told her, and so he does, in not so many words as he’d normally manage if he didn’t feel drained. “I saw him. Dreamt about you giving birth to him,” he tells her.

Maybe at some point he’ll tell her about how the second night they were married, he’d dreamt about her in labor, pushing out a healthy baby boy, flushed and screaming so loud he practically vibrated. Feyd dreamt about her, exhausted and hairline damp with sweat but a smile on her face as she nursed their son for the first time.

Maybe at some point he’ll tell her how he’d dreamt about her a few times before they’d ever met.

Between when the Gesserit witch took his seed and when that coven told him their marriage plans of him, he’d dreamt of a young woman who whimpered and moaned as he lapped at her slick cunt, who’d cry out and wrap her legs around his waist when he was inside of her. There was never a clear picture, just flashes that would wake him up stiff and close to rutting against his bed, but they all made sense when he saw his bride-to-be, with a face he’d never seen in person nor in pictures but knew, even as he was far from really knowing her.

He can’t confirm it, won’t be able to confirm it for another couple of days when the Bene Gesserit witches arrive, but he knows, as certain as his own pulse, that their son is already growing inside of her.

That feels really nice, he doesn’t say. You smell good, he also doesn’t say. I want to have you and treasure you and break you and make you whole again and have you do the same to me, he doesn’t say.

He can’t help the enormity of what he’s feeling. He’s still only just getting to know the shape of her soul, and he wants more.

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lanasblood · 2 years ago

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SKYRACER | neteyam x reader

pairing: neteyam x f!reader

summary: you love your life, and you love your two best friends, lo’ak and kiri, missing them deeply when they leave for the tulkun season at the eastern sea once a year, leaving you all alone with the rest of the sully’s, including neteyam. as you prepare for another farewell, everything takes an unexpected turn on a fateful night, altering the course of your lives forever.

word count: 4.9k

warnings: mention of blood, (no sweat), and tears, best friend lo’ak (platonic soulmates), lovely supporting friend kiri, tension between neteyam and you, protective neteyam, caring neteyam, angry neteyam, mention of heartbreak from previous relationship, alcohol use and parties, basically the beginning of a love story through melancholy and hardships .

note: takes place five years after the events of atwow. this is a repost. series masterlist

* gif‘s not mine.

in the depths of my mind, I kept you hidden, a treasure too priceless to be revealed, for your soul is pure, your beauty unbidden, a rose in the fields, unconquered, unconcealed.

On the night when it all began, the sky stretched above, clear and serene, while a gentle breeze rustled through the air. The moon, a slender crescent, cast its ethereal glow upon the dense forests of Pandora, drawing intricate shadows upon the tents nestled amidst the towering trees. Its radiance danced upon the still surface of the deserted lake, while the forest itself seemed adorned with a tapestry of fallen leaves and meandering vines.

Your body felt weak, your heartbeat faltered, its rhythm growing feeble, and your pulse felt strangely sluggish. With a heavy sigh escaping your lips, you sank down onto the ground, your trembling hands finding their way to the tangles of your hair. The wind, mischievous in its playful dance, toyed with the fabric of your loincloth and the flowers and feathers that adorned your form, teasing and loosening a single strand from the intricately braided locks that Kiri had graced with delicately handcrafted beads that evening.

With a desperate gesture, you pressed the balls of your hands firmly against your closed eyes, seeking respite from the world. Colors of light and dark swirled in a dizzying dance behind your lids, creating a kaleidoscope of sensations. The sharp pain that had taken residence above your temples intensified, causing another low, pained sigh to escape from your chapped lips as if carrying the weight of your weariness.

You heard your name before you felt his hand on your arm, his knee touched yours and for a brief moment, your heart almost completely stopped. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him yet; your eyes were strangely veiled as if they were watering. "What's going on?"

There was an uncomfortable metallic taste in your mouth, and you carefully put your hand to your lips, only to discover the crimson evidence of blood trickling on your lips from your nose. Images of that night were difficult to push aside anyway, but in connection with the headache, it was almost impossible to suppress the onslaught of memories.

You cursed under your breath, your voice cracked and feeble, as you looked up at Lo'ak with an awkward expression.

"Bro—" Lo'ak's voice trailed off as his eyebrows shot up, his gaze shifting to the blood on your hand and then on your face. Swiftly, he retrieved a cloth that was secured to his side near his hunting knife. "Take this, it's clean. I only used it to polish my knife."

Gratefully, you accepted the cloth and pressed it against your nose to stem the bleeding.

"You need to see Tsahìk," he said softly, his eyes fixed on your profile.

"That's—" you began to protest, but the pain cut through your words. It hit you suddenly and with greater intensity than before, almost violently, leaving you gasping for breath. You attempted to stand, but your knees gave way, and you slumped down. Lo'ak struggled to keep you upright, his arms straining to support you.

"You have to see Tsahìk," he repeated, and you could only weakly shake your head. Blood trickled down your chin in thin lines, dripping onto the edge of your upper piece, leaving dark-red stains on the feathers. "You've been feeling unwell all evening. I'm worried about you."

That's how he was, Lo'ak Sully. Caring and considerate, not towards everyone, actually towards no one, but towards a selected few, including you. Instead of enjoying the celebration held in his honor, he had barely left your side throughout the evening. Even now, he preferred sitting with you rather than accepting another drinking challenge. In two days, he would embark on another journey to the Eastern Sea as the Tulkun Season was about to begin, and you wouldn't be able to see him for a long, long time. Actually, you should be grateful; missing him would only be temporary, and you would have something to look forward to. Five years ago, when you thought you would never see the Sully's again, it looked quite different. Back then, external circumstances had forced them to leave your clan and seek shelter far away in the East, leaving you with a void deep inside you. Fortunately, those external circumstances had been resolved by now, and Lo'ak, he was both Omatikaya and Metkayina now, being the bridge between the two clans, with the tattoo on his side below his cummerbund serving as proof. You were very proud of him and loved listening to his stories about his other friends and adventures. However, the farewell was close, meaning until his return in six moons, you would miss him, so much.

"You're drunk," you managed to say with difficulty. Speaking was incredibly hard for you, and the words felt fragile on your lips. "The village is over an hour away. And I won't let you fly; I'd rather die a wretched death out here."

"As charming as ever," Lo'ak muttered but secretly agreed. "Y/n, I... Can you stand up?" Of course, you couldn't. He presumably realized that in the next moment. "I'm going to quickly run back to the party, and you'll wait for me to return, okay? I'll hurry, I promise. Do you understand me?"

Your nod came seconds too late; he had already headed back toward the direction of loud music and youthful laughter. The vibrations reached the ground, shaking the earth beneath you. You could faintly hear Kiri's laughter as someone played the blue flute in the background. The spots danced before your eyes without you having to close them, and while the pain in your temples had eased, every sudden movement felt like your skull was about to explode.

A small group of young Na'vi passed by on the other side, maybe ten meters away from you, laughing and drinking while heading straight into the forest, but without noticing you; two couples, maybe a year or two older than you, with their hands clasped and bottles sharing.

The following thought brought a crooked smile to your lips and, inexplicably, tears to your eyes. But it was true. Pathetic as it may seem at first glance, all you wanted was to be truly loved, to have your mate by your side; a man with a strong heart who would love you like Jake loved Neytiri, who would call you beautiful even in the mornings when you woke up with messy hair and a puffy face; who would create a safe haven in his arms, where you could be vulnerable and share your deepest secrets; who would make you laugh with his infectious sense of humor, turning ordinary moments into extraordinary memories; who would hold your heart in his hands and cherished it as if it were his own, loving you unconditionally, flaws and all, reminding you that you are enough. Sometimes, more than anything, you wished for that to happen. And on those days, even Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan seemed somewhat attractive with his fleeting, almost coy smile directed towards yet another girl.

Another girl, yes. By now you were convinced that not just the girls but your whole clan had developed a crush, no matter how tiny or big, on the golden boy, and he liked that, of course, he did, he loved the attention and praise from almost anyone; almost, leaving you to possibly be the only person in the whole village who he wouldn't willingly exchange a word with. Not that you minded, on the contrary, you'd never gotten along with Neteyam since you were kids and you knew that it was mutual.

It wasn't that you had never been in love before, experiencing the euphoria and joy of a promising and fulfilling future ahead. But once your heart had been shattered, it became challenging for you to trust in someone else's words, no matter how beautifully spoken. This is why stepping out of your comfort zone felt incredibly difficult for you.

"We're back," Lo'ak's voice interrupted your thoughts, and as he helped you up, you realized who we referred to. Indeed, Neteyam Sully stood before you, holding the saddle for his ikran, and looked down at you, almost with a hint of pity.

"Why him of all people?" you grumbled, giving Lo'ak a weary glance. You felt like tears were ready to spill at any moment. "What about Kiri?"

"I didn't want to interrupt Kiri in her debate on equality versus equity against that flute guy. Plus, Neteyam is probably the only one around here who isn't too drunk to fly."

"No one?" you exclaimed, unable to hide your disbelief. However, before you could receive a proper answer, Neteyam himself lifted you onto his ikran, who rested a few meters away beneath the canopy of flower trees, alongside the other majestic creatures. With a swift motion that would typically have prompted an eye roll of annoyance — your current state sadly left no room for such sentiments — he positioned himself right behind you, his presence uncomfortably close, your thighs almost touching. He gently patted his ikran on the head to greet her, before he encircled your waist with his arms in a way that made your back lean onto his torso. And then, with a profound connection, he established a swaheylu bond with his ikran.

"Hold on tight," he whispered to you and nodded toward a slightly lost-looking Lo'ak behind your shoulder. His voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, as he continued. "I may not be fond of you, but I really don't want to bear the responsibility for your death. Got it?"

That night was the moment when you first grasped the gravity of the situation, realizing that it was indeed something serious.

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When Neteyam, as carefully and gently as he could, lifted you off his ikran right in front of a village that seemed unfamiliar to you and carried you with quick, firm steps into one of the tents in his arms, the night air suddenly seemed terribly cold and biting, and you realized you weren't home. All the words on your lips vanished into the darkness, and you seemed even too weak to cry.

He whispered reassuring words to you, told you he had to bring you to the nearest village he could find, looked at you with so much concern in his eyes that you were sure you were hallucinating, asked you to try and stay awake as long as you could, but as soon as you had entered the tent, everything seemed to flow into a single moment. After Neteyam formally introduced himself, an elderly woman with red feathers in her hair told him to carry you right after her, anything else would have been a waste of time. She asked him a lot; your name, your age, what had happened that evening, whether anything like that had happened before.

You were almost surprised at how collected he was and how many of the questions he was able to answer so quickly, but actually it was only logical – he also spent as much time with Lo'ak as you did, so you, too, couldn't help but learn a lot about the oh-so-legendary Neteyam Sully. As if that mattered.

Inside the tent, there was an unusual calmness, contrary to your expectations. In your own clan, Tsahìk's tent was always bustling with activity, filled with people seeking healing or simply enjoying each other's company. But in this clan, it felt different. It was quieter, almost serene, yet it carried an air of solitude. You couldn't help but notice a middle-aged man seated on one of the mats, his head buried in his hands as if he were anxiously awaiting something. Or someone. Next to him, a little girl lay with a peaceful face, seemingly asleep.

You really had no clue why this man of all people was stuck in your mind so clearly – this inconspicuous man, the only steadfast memory of that night.

The night when it all began.

The last thing you felt was Neteyam's hand on yours. Then everything went black and the only thing that remained was the picture of golden eyes and the man in the healing tent.

Vawm na txon. As dark as the night.

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When you felt his fingertips on your wrist, you involuntarily winced and looked up. "Hey, Lo'ak," you muttered, and he immediately pulled you into a gentle hug and kissed your hairline. His voice sounded hoarse and rough and the bittersweet smell of sweet yovo fruit mixed with a bit of salt hung on his skin; and heaven, you would have loved to never let go of him again.

For a moment he just looked at you in silence and frowned before he sat across from you on the grass. Lo'ak started to say something, but his voice failed and a low sigh caught in the air around you.

"You look tired." You almost laughed, and it didn't even feel wrong. You look tired. Tuk had said the same thing earlier that morning while sitting in front of her herbal tea and half of Neytiri's infamous sari seed bread. She had preferred eating her morning meal in her grandmother's tent, because you were there too, not for relaxation, but to drink the disgusting mixture Mo'at prepared for you every single morning for the last three moons. Uttering those words, Tuk had even cast the same concerned look at you, with the same worried expression on her freckled, delicate face, just like her older brother was doing now, and it had almost broken your heart.

"I didn't sleep well last night, that's all."

When he said your name, admonishing with a sigh, his voice quivered, teetering on the edge of concern, before he hesitantly continued, "Are you… okay?"

His unspoken words hung heavy in the air, etched upon his countenance. You could see the unvoiced questions etching lines of worry upon his face, 'In the past few moons you haven't gotten back to me or anyone else, nor did you answer a single radio call, I tried to reach out to you several times, but you ignored me, you never asked to speak to me, and when my family sent you my greetings you just smiled and made promises that you never intended to keep, nothing.' yet they remained trapped within the confines of his sealed lips. The restrained inquiry and underlying disappointment were palpable, like a suppressed ache that threatened to consume him; and deep down, you knew his effort to withhold his concerns only magnified your own pain, intensifying the weight of his unspoken concerns.

"You're my best friend," he finally just said and ran his hand through his already chaotic braids.

At the same moment, out of pure impulse, you brushed a tangled strand of hair from your face. You had already heard last week that Lo'ak and Kiri would return early to transport some rations from here to Awa'atlu, thanks to Max and Norm who had decided to expand their labs to the Eastern Sea. At the same time, you didn't want to get too excited because they would only stay for a maximum of one week before being away for three more moons. Nevertheless, you had missed him. Every day since that party and their department two days later, you had thought of the moment he and Kiri left for the Eastern Sea, how he had briefly refused to leave until you were feeling better, how hard it was for you and his parents to convince him that everything was alright; how Lo'ak had promised to check in on you over the radio every evening just before the eclipse, how he had kept his promise, but you hadn't, and how you were contemplating telling him what had happened in those three months since he was gone, too anxious of his reaction; even more than the one time you had to make an important decision almost ten cycles ago:

"Why is he so mean? His radio code name is Pathfinder, and he has the audacity to criticize mine? He called me Plain Grandma, can you believe that!?"

"He also called you Slow Vipertail which is far worse in my eyes," Lo'ak had commented dryly.

"Shut up, Eagle Eye!" you had crossed your arms in front of your chest, pouting, "What is so bad about Stargirl?"

"No offense but it couldn't be any girlier."

"Well, I am a girl."

"But do you want the enemy to know that?"

"I thought our frequency was secure?"

"You never know with them." When you had continued to pout, Lo'ak had nudged you encouragingly with his elbow, "Come on, you can be Silent Thunder if you like."

"Isn't that what you call your farts?" Kiri, who had remained completely silent during your discussion, was the one who had made that comment. You had made a disgusted face in response.

"Okaaay," Lo'ak had groaned, "Then be anything but Stargirl, Eywa, just choose something or I'll do it for you. Remember, your code name sticks with you forever."

In the end, the discussion had dragged on for so long that during the evening meal, the two of you had managed to irritate every clan member within a two-meter radius. Jake had taken it upon himself to bring it to a close and gave you your personal radio code name, which you cherished to this day. Not because it had come from your former Olo'eyktan, but from a person you loved and respected like your own father; it was more than an honor to you.

You looked at him now, at Jake's identical copy, a bittersweet smile forming at the corners of your mouth, tinged with nostalgia. His eyes were like the early sun rays that morning at Tsahìk's tent; two orbs of amber with irregular, whitish spots of cream – strange that this, of all things, crossed your mind at that second.

"Eagle Eye to Skyracer," he playfully nudged your knee in an attempt to lighten the mood, "Come on, tell me why you avoid me."

And then, then you said it out loud; a single little sentence of four syllables, and his once sunlight-radiating eyes were covered by lids streaked with fine, pale blue veins, holding a glimmer of melancholy, like a fading sunset.

"Please, no," he whispered, his voice filled with sadness, as you sought comfort in the embrace of his arms, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Salty tears mingled with your lips as you clung to each other, his fingers interlacing with yours, a desperate grip that turned his knuckles almost white, the weight of the impending fate pressed upon you both.

As the realization settled within him, Lo'ak let go of you and collapsed onto the grass, his shoulders shaking with uncontrollable sobs and trembling with the intensity of his emotions. You immediately wrapped your arms around him again, wanting to share his emotions, knowing that this pain was as much his as it was yours, while the air around you seemed heavy with helplessness as the two of you sat there, engulfed in the depths of your shared pain.

"No!" he cried out all of a sudden, his voice choked on his tears. Saliva glistened on his quivering lips, his breath was ragged and uneven; and his eyes, bloodshot and filled with more unshed tears, refused to accept the harsh reality you just told him.

"Why? Why you?" Lo'ak's voice cracked as the words escaped through clenched teeth. His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into the ground beneath you, as if trying to anchor himself to the pain, refusing to accept the meaning behind your words. His tears mingled with yours as you still held him close, feeling his agony reverberate through your own heart.

Lo'ak's voice was laced with raw fury. "This can't be happening! It's not fair!"

The wind whispered through the grass, carrying the echoes of his anguish across the desolate landscape, but leaving his voice hanging in the air. The setting sun, a silent witness to the unraveling of two intertwined souls, cast its pale light upon the scene, casting long shadows around you.

Lo'ak's emotions gave way to desperate pleas, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please, there must be a way. I'll talk to my dad, he… he can…" he choked on his tears once more, "Anything. I'll give anything."

You stroked his trembling cheek, tears flowing freely down your own face. "I know you would. But sometimes, there are forces beyond our control, Lo'ak, I need you to understand that."

Lo'ak's resistance crumbled, his body sinking into a heap of devastation. His nose ran, mingling with the tears streaming down his face. He clung to you, a lifeline in the midst of a tempestuous sea, refusing to let go even as the waves crashed around him.

The evening wore on, its grey hue mirroring the somberness of your hearts. There were no words that could ease the ache or undo the cruel fate, so, you remained there, seeking comfort in the silence, finding comfort in each other's arms for you drew strength from one another, offering support amidst the overwhelming feelings that engulfed you.

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The next day, as the sun bathed the forest in a golden glow, you were sitting near the quiet stream by yourself, keeping yourself distracted and enjoying the gentle tickle of water, when you heard footsteps growing louder as someone approached you. You turned around, a calm expression masking the inner storm within you, just to see Neteyam, his expression hardened with determination

Your eyes met his, and you could see anger, confusion, and concern in his gaze all at once, catching you completely off-guard; it was strange that he sought you out in the first place, and then seeing him so… emotional, that was a first.

He stood tall before you, the sun at his back, giving him an angelic glow that he surely didn't deserve, and it was ironic, too, given his angry pout that you were sure Lo'ak would've made fun of if he was here.

Neteyam's voice was laced with a tinge of bitterness when he spoke, "You've broken my brother's heart. What did you do to him?"

"You already have your answer, apparently I've broken his heart," you said sarcastically to which he scoffed. You remained composed, refusing to allow his words to rattle you, and your voice carried a hint of indifference as you added, "Trust me, I haven't done and wouldn't ever do anything to intentionally hurt Lo'ak."

Neteyam's nostrils flared as frustration mingled with his anger. The man, normally composed, couldn't be further away from that in that very moment, when he took a deliberate step closer, his gaze locking with yours. "Don't play innocent with me. You must've betrayed him in some way."

"Betrayal requires intent, Neteyam," You held his gaze, unyielding in the face of his accusations, "Whatever you think I've done, it wasn't with the purpose of hurting Lo'ak."

Neteyam's anger wavered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. His brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of the situation. "Then why? Why is he crying and suffering if it wasn't your doing? What could have caused this?"

A bittersweet smile graced your lips as you shook your head gently.

"It's true, isn't it? What Ivät said at training this mor—"

"Don't say his name," you warned, your voice carrying a deep, growling tone from the back of your throat.

Neteyam's anger softened, replaced by curiosity and even a sense of empathy. Though skepticism still lingered in his voice, genuine concern emerged, "But why? Why would you go back to him? He should be exiled but here you are, running back to him after everything he's done to you."

"Tell me again why any of this matters to you?" you questioned.

"Lo'ak cares for you, deeply. I care for him, deeply. That means everything you do eventually affects me," Neteyam explained, attempting to convey the weight of his words. "Understand that your actions have consequences for everyone around you."

"I'm not having this conversation with you right now," you declared sighing, walking past him with determined steps.

"Just tell your parents you don't want to," he shouted after you, "I can… My family could support you, you know. You don't have to do anything against your will."

"Well," you turned around, snapping at him, "you can't fight against fate, can you?"

There was a brief pause as Neteyam absorbed your words, realization slowly dawning on him that there might be more to the situation than he initially believed. His eyes darkened, and his nails dug into his palms as he struggled to control his emotions, "You can try."

You let out an ironic huff, shaking your head slightly and biting your inner cheek to prevent a sarcastic comment from slipping out.

"I am not your enemy," he continued in a softer tone, seeking your eyes, "I'm only here trying to help you, yet you—"

"That, Neteyam, is not my concern," you interrupted him harshly. You met his gaze finally, the weight of unspoken truths hanging in the air between you. "I never asked for your help, nor do I need it. If you truly care about your brother, perhaps you should be there for him and ask him directly how you can help him instead of mingling with my private life and assuming the worst of me."

With that, you turned back around and kept walking away with determined steps, leaving Neteyam standing by the stream alone with his swirling thoughts, but you couldn't deny the flicker of vulnerability within you as a twinge of guilt tugged at your conscience for the way you had treated the only person who had recently saved your life, accompanied by a sense of regret for your harsh words, realizing that you had never even thanked him.

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A few hours later, you were sitting on the wooden floor in your family’s tent; leaning your head against the slightly dirty rolled-up rug near the entry and pulling your knees so close to your body that the hem of your loincloth slipped a long way down your thigh. The evening had long since settled over the landscapes, and it was now dark outside. In your hands, you were holding a handcrafted mug with still steaming herbal tea that Kiri had brought you a few minutes earlier, and you clutched it so tight that your knuckles were clearly visible on your skin.

Kiri was now sitting at the opposite side of you next to your hammock as she thoughtfully twisted the hem of her loincloth between her fingers, like she always did when she didn't know what to say, before deciding to leave the fabric alone.

"Now tell me, what's going on?" You sighed softly and something in your friend's gaze brought tears to your eyes, but you didn't want to cry, not again. You liked Kiri a lot, she was the girl you were closest friends with, in the entire clan, but you hated to refer to her as 'best friend', although, strictly speaking, she was. You liked Kiri actually so much that you couldn't do it to her. Not after seeing what it had done to Lo'ak. You couldn't bear to see two broken souls within a day. But your previous encounter with Neteyam had taught you something: you had to be the one whom they heard the news of, not someone else, let alone a stranger. It had to be you. That much you owed them at least. And yet, it was so difficult.

"Everything's fine. Really." A weak smile crept on your face involuntarily, while you took a sip of your tea. "Come on, Kiri. Don't be stupid, you're missing out on the evening meal."

"You as well."

"I'm not hungry."

"You're always hungry." You sat up straight and leaned one leg over the other so you could look directly at Kiri. There was something in her gaze between concern and helplessness, but you could only vaguely make it out. She bit her lower lip lightly before continuing. "I met Lo'ak earlier, he looked... he really didn't look good, and he seemed kind of absent."

"He's probably missing Tsireya already."

"He said I'd better talk to you about it."

You kept quiet at that, unsure how to respond.

"You know, Neteyam said that you-know-who goes around saying… that he has approached your parents, seeking their approval to court you once again? Is that true?"

"Yes," you answered without any emotion in your voice.

"But there is something else that saddens you."

You lifted your shoulders slightly, just a tiny bit, and you already felt the tears threaten to fall down your eyelashes. You ran the back of your hand over your face, exhaled shakily, and pressed your lips together, but the first sob stumbled over your lips before you could have done anything about it.

You muttered a curse word, and it took you a moment to pull yourself together. "I'm sorry, Kiri. I am so incredibly sorry." The tears ran down your cheeks unsteadily, and dripped onto the feathers on your chest, leaving behind light stains that faded a heartbeat later. "So far only my parents know, and probably yours, too, along with Tsahìk, of course. And Lo'ak, he knows, too. The others will find out when it can no longer be avoided, and… and this moment, it will come, but… you really cannot tell anyone, Kiri."

Kiri stared at you blankly, a single hair strand had come off her bun and fell over her shoulder in a slight wave. She was afraid. You were too. You sniffed softly and looked down, just a brief moment before you pulled yourself together and looked up at her.

"I am dying, Kiri, and there is no cure."

so basically, my first upload kinda flopped and I’m trying to find out the reason why, whether it’s my writing, the topic of the story (which I can understand since it’s not everyone’s cup of tea), or if it’s the algorithm. if you like this piece of writing, please let me know through your interaction 💕

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bookishcarmela · 1 year ago

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Shadows of Affection

warnings: Alcohol abuse, physical abuse

slow burn Coriolanus Snow x reader, slight Felix Ravinstill x reader

Chapter 3: The Proposal

Your mind buzzed with the memory of Coriolanus's words on your way home, the word "familiar" haunting your thoughts. It felt like a dismissal, a reduction of their friendship to something insignificant. As she arrived home late, a pit settled in your stomach. you could hear the muffled sounds of your family enjoying dinner as you entered. Trying to avoid disturbing them, you tiptoed towards the staircase, hoping to slip upstairs unnoticed.

But before you could reach safety, your mother's voice rang out, calling your name and inviting you to join them for dinner. you hesitated, torn between the desire to retreat to your room and the expectation of familial obligation. Sighing softly, you reluctantly changed course and descended the stairs, preparing to join your family for the evening meal.

As you descended the stairs into the dining room, a familiar scene unfolded before you. Quincy occupied the head of the table, with her mother to his right and Benjamin and Charlotte to his left. A moment of contemplation hung in the air as you debated where to sit—next to your mother or at the other end.

"Are you just gonna stand there, gawking, or are you going to come eat?" Quincy's demanding voice broke your hesitation. Opting for the other end, you replied, "Of course, my apologies."

Your mother called for Christa to make a plate for you, but you insisted you weren't hungry. Quincy, however, wasn't having it. "Eat," he commanded, and as your food was brought out, you sat, toying with it but not taking a bite.

A moment of familial chatter ensued, with Charlotte excitedly recounting her visit to the zoo and interaction with the tributes. Despite the unpleasant surprise of seeing them on television, you didn't want to upset Charlotte. You smiled and replied, "Yes, I actually saw you guys on television. I almost thought I was losing my mind." you chuckled, attempting to downplay the unsettling encounter. Benjamin opened his mouth to speak it was cut off, Quincy's commanding voice cut through the conversation, demanding an explanation for your absence from class. Tension hung in the air as Quincy pressed you about where you had been.

"I was with Dr. Gual. I'm assisting with the Hunger Games this year, and I plan on studying under her when I go to University," you explained, trying to diffuse the situation.

"University," Quincy scoffed, his tone dismissive. "And who's supposed to pay for that, hmm?" he added, the underlying tension in his voice hinting at a deeper frustration.

"I thought you would, but if you're unable to provide for your family like a real man, then I can apply for a scholarship," you replied, your tone steady, offering Quincy a small smile. The room grew tense, and your mother stopped eating, recognizing the brewing storm in her husband's eyes.

"Darling, plea—" your mother began, but Quincy cut her off abruptly. "Out," he commanded, jaw clenched. The twins exchanged perplexed looks, and even Benjamin voiced his disappointment about missing dessert. However, Quincy's anger brought no compromise."Out, everyone!" Quincy bellowed, slamming his fist on the table. The atmosphere hung heavy with tension, and as the rest of the family filed out of the room, you and Quincy locked eyes. The lingering echo of his anger filled the room as she remained, refusing to avert her gaze.

Quincy's fury simmered as the rest of the family left the room, leaving him alone with you. "You think you're so smart, don't you?" Quincy sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Just like your father—thinking he was better than everyone. Look where that got him." your heart sank at the mention of your father, a wound that never quite healed. you felt a surge of anger, but held your ground, meeting Quincy's gaze. "He stood for something," you retorted, your voice steady. "More than I can say for you."

Quincy's face contorted in rage, his eyes ablaze with fury. He threw his chair back and made his way toward you, grabbing you by the hair and forcing you to look at him.

"You ungrateful little—" Quincy began, but you interrupted him defiantly. "Ungrateful little what, Quincy? Say it. Go ahead. What are you going to do, hit me? Does that make you feel like a man, Quincy? Is that why you do it, because you keep trying to be something you're not?" you said, grinning up at him with a mixture of defiance and disdain. The air crackled with tension as you locked eyes, both refusing to back down.

Quincy's rage reached its peak as he slammed your head against the table. For a moment, everything went blurry, and a persistent ringing filled your ears. "You never know when to shut your mouth, do you?" he growled, finally letting go of your hair and storming out of the dining room.

you lay there, the terrible ringing still echoing in your head. You knew it would surely leave a bruise by morning. Christa rushed into the dining room in concern. "Oh no, mistress, are you alright? Please, we must get you cleaned up."

You let out a pitiful laugh. "Leave me, Christa. I can get up by myself. I just need a second." That was the last thing you remembered before closing your eyes, allowing the darkness to envelop you.

The next morning was agonizing; you hoped that the events from the previous night had only resulted in a simple bruise, one you could cover up easily. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. The impact with the table had left a gash just above your hairline, making concealing the injury more challenging.With your face partially obscured, you bypassed the usual routine of heading to school. Instead, you made your way straight to the lab to seek ointment from Dr. Gual. The eccentric doctor was the only adult you felt you could turn to without facing a barrage of questions. Dr. Gual didn't pry; she already knew the reasons behind your frequent visits, evident in the all-too-familiar signs of physical abuse that lingered beneath her attempts to conceal them. After a brief visit to Dr. Gual for treatment, you headed to the morning seminar led by Professor Crispus Demigloss. By the time you arrived, you were already late. However, Professor Demigloss, being elderly and deliberate in his pace, hadn't progressed far into roll call. Handing him a pass signed by Dr. Gual, you were permitted to enter. As you scanned the room for an open seat, only two caught your eye. One was on the other side of Sejanus, who was seated next to Coriolanus. As your eyes locked, a mixture of pity and concern flashed in Coriolanus's gaze. The other option was beside Felix, who gave her a warm smile and motioned for her to join him. On any other day, she would have gravitated towards Coriolanus and Sejanus. However, something within you sought comfort, something she doubted she'd find with Coriolanus. Thus, you chose the seat next to Felix, who beamed with delight as you approached.

Felix flashed a charming grin as you settled into the seat beside him, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. " If I'd known I'd get such a delightful neighbor, I might've arrived late too," he teased.

you couldn't help but grin at his playful remark. "Oh, please, I'm sure you're used to the spotlight. But I must say, it's not a bad seat with such good company," you countered, matching his flirtatious tone with a hint of amusement.

As the lesson began, Felix leaned in quietly and asked, "Why are you late?" "I'm not late," you responded with a playful wink. "I'm right on time."

Despite your attempt to engage with the lesson, sleep still weighed heavily on your eyes.

A small yawn escaped you, and, in a moment of fatigue, you leaned closer to Felix, resting your head on his shoulder. In a fluid movement, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer and placing a light kiss on your temple.

A mix of conflicting emotions washed over you. There was a pang of guilt for using Felix in this way, giving him hope for something more when you knew it might never happen. The desire for comfort, for the feeling of being held and loved, battled with the awareness that you were manipulating the situation. Yet, in this moment of vulnerability, you craved the illusion of control that it provided, a small semblance of order in a life that felt increasingly chaotic.

As Professor Demigloss delved into the discussion about the Games, you felt the burning intensity of Coriolanus's gaze directed at you. His eyes shot daggers, and though he appeared displeased, you couldn't bring yourself to care. He had his little songbird, and you had Felix. There was no reason for him to be mad at you. Matching his glare with your own, neither of you looked away until the professor interrupted.

Sejanus’s hand went up directly. “Ah, Sejanus?” “Before we talk about making people watch, shouldn’t we begin with the question of whether or not watching is the right thing to do?” he said. Making you roll your eyes

“Let’s stay on topic, please,” the professor urged. Festus Creed then offered his perspective, suggesting making it a legal requirement for people to watch the Games. You couldn't help but think it was an idiotic proposal, as forcing people to watch would negate the purpose of the games.“What happens if you don’t watch?” asked Clemensia, not bothering to raise her hand. “In the districts, we execute you. In the Capitol, we make you move to the districts, and if you mess up again next year, then we execute you,” Festus cheerfully replied.

The class laughed, but soon serious contemplation followed. Ideas about enforcing the watching requirement were discussed, with random sampling and punishments being considered. Clemensia voiced her disdain, stating that the gruesome nature of the Games made people avoid watching. Sejanus, ever the idealist, interjected, “Of course they do! Who wants to watch a group of children kill each other? Only a vicious, twisted person. Human beings may not be perfect, but we’re better than that.” Livia challenged him, questioning how he knew what Capitol citizens wanted to watch, especially given his absence during the war. Lysistrata Vickers added, “Most of us don’t want to watch other people suffer.”

“We watched worse things during the war. And after,” you reminded Lysistrata, sitting up straight now. There had been some bloody stuff broadcast over the airwaves during the Dark Days, and many brutal executions after the Treaty of Treason had been signed. Opinions varied on caring about the Games. Some thought the tributes were unimportant, while others didn't care at all. Betting on the tributes was brought up as a way to make the Games more interesting. you saw potential in this idea and wrote it down for discussion with Dr. Gaul later.

After class, you went for lunch off-campus with Felix before heading to the lab. Your mood dampened upon seeing Dean Highbottom there. As the other students entered, you couldn't help but wonder about the dean's frequent presence in the lab lately. Dr. Gaul prodded at her experiments until the class settled. She greeted them with one of her rhymes, leaving the students bewildered. As she collected questionnaires, a small laugh escaped you."I'm Dr. Gaul, the Head Gamemaker, and I will be mentoring your mentorships," she announced, flipping through the papers. She frowned and held up Coriolanus's questionnaire. "This is what you were asked to do. Thank you, Mr. Snow. Now, what happened to the rest of you?" Coriolanus spoke up, sharing his experiences. "I had good luck with my tribute. She's a talker. But most of the kids wouldn't communicate. And even my girl can't see the point of making an effort at the interview." Sejanus chimed in, questioning the purpose of making an effort when the ultimate fate was the arena.

Dr. Gaul turned her attention to him. "You're the boy who fed the tributes. Why did you do it?" you knew Sejanus held a disdain for the Games, something you had mentioned to Dr. Gaul. He hesitated but stood firm.

"They were starving. We're going to kill them; do we have to torture them ahead of time as well?" Dr. Gaul labeled him a rebel sympathizer and acknowledged his disapproval of the Hunger Games. Sejanus suggested he be replaced, but she dismissed the idea with a chuckle, stating compassion was key to the Games. Sejanus's face fell, but he didn't argue back. You were genuinely surprised. He proved to be tougher than he looked, willing to challenge Dr. Gaul even at the risk of his position.

Dr. Gaul sparked an idea about involving the audience in the Games by allowing them to send food to the tributes in the arena.

This suggestion intrigued the class, with Festus even expressing interest in betting on the tributes he fed. Dr. Gaul instructed the students to collaborate and draft a proposal for this concept, hinting that she might consider implementing their ideas. Livia, surprised at the possibility of their ideas being used, questioned Dr. Gaul's intentions. Dr. Gaul, unfazed, explained that young minds often bring idealism and creativity. She shared that Dean Highbottom, in his youth, had conceptualized the Hunger Games as a theoretical idea. Despite the skepticism, Dr. Gaul encouraged the students to submit their proposal by the next morning.

Dr. Gaul had to leave for a meeting, advising you to prepare for the next day as there would be a lot of work. Confused, you asked about the plans for tomorrow. Dr. Gaul hinted that you would be the one to approve the proposals. Surprised by this responsibility, you felt a rush of excitement, smiling as you left, feeling eager for tomorrow.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #a ballad of songbirds and snakes #sejanus plinth #coriolanus x lucy gray #lucy gray x coriolanus #the hunger games #my fic #fanfic #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #lucy grey baird #young coriolanus snow

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captainwinterrsoldierr · 7 months ago

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I have such bad Apollo brainrot. I was wondering if I could have some Apollo angst. Like the reader is like injured badly or something and Apollo can’t do anything to help because it’s their fate

Absolutely!!! Ty for the request!!

Title: Can’t Lose You

Synopsis: While on the way to Camp Jupiter reader gets badly injured trying to protect Lester/Apollo

Warnings: just a tad violent bc reader gets injured. Angst !!!

The hearse crash landed in a park. You felt queazy on impact but managed to kick open the door and slide yourself out. You frantically looked around for Meg and Apollo. You glanced at them pulling themselves out of the car. “Oh thank the gods!” You yelped limping over to Apollo. You leaned down to help him up. “I’m ok sunshine thank you,” He managed to squeak out. He didn’t look ok. He looked more ruffled up than you and Meg. And he couldn’t take any ambrosia either at the risk of self combusting.

You could hear the Euryomos catching up quickly behind you. The rustling making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “We need to get out of here now!”

Meg pointed to the hearse, “and what about Jason’s body? If we leave they’ll eat him.” You frowned, of course how can you forget. You’ve never battled any eurynomos before. But Apollo was mentioning that any slightest cut from them can cause rippling disease in your body, and well leading to death. You weren’t much of a range fighter either. You preferred hand to hand combat but this wasn’t really an enemy you can do that with. And on top of that you wanted to protect Apollo and Meg at any cost.

“You two take the casket, I’ll distract the Euryomos we’re close enough to camp jupiter, get there send help my way, it’s our only chance,” You confided.

Apollo walked up and shook his head, “absolutely not I’m not losing another- another person I care about, especially you I can’t take that.” His eyes pleaded. You furrowed your brows.

There wasn’t time to respond or go ahead with the plan. A pair of Eurynomos walked out of the greenery behind them. You shivered, gods they were ugly. You pulled your double daggers from their sheaths. Meg pulled her twin siccae blades out and Apollo aimed his bow. ‘Guess we’re doing this’ You thought.

The three of you launched into battle trying to avoid the claws of the enemy. Another pair of Eurynomos came into clearing so it turned into a 4 on two. Meg managed to defeat hers. You were struggling to keep up against your two. You slashed through the enemy and managed to take down one, but at the corner of your eye you see Apollo out of arrows, and he was getting cornered and pushed onto the floor. He looked more battered, his eye swollen. And a small cut on his stomach. Your heart sank. You couldn’t lose him. You grew to care so deeply about this god turned human. You wanted to share more moments with him. You wanted to see where this friendship- maybe more than friendship can lead.

Meg was busy with one more enemy. You stabbed your Eurynomos in the shoulder and ran to Apollo. You used all your strength to kick the monster off of him. “Sunshine?” He asked. “Get up loser! You’re not dying on me,” You heaved. You picked him up so he can lean on you. But behind you, you could hear the Eurynomos advancing on you. “Look out!” Meg shouted. Before you can react you shoved Apollo out the way. And you felt a raking on your back. You screamed and fell on your knees. You felt more raking on your shoulders.

“Y/N!!!” Apollo screamed. For a moment his godly powers returned and he summoned golden arrows and shot the remaining enemies dead in the head. You stumbled crawling to a near by rock to lean on. You felt blood pooling from your wounds. The bitter taste of metallic in your mouth. You heaved heavily. Apollo and Meg ran up to you.

“No no no no no! Please Y/N! Meg we have to get her to camp!,” Apollo cried. Pools of tears swimmed his eyes. Meg looked frantically in her backpack throwing things out of it, “No ambrosia,” She croaked.

“I refuse to lose you,” Apollo whimpered. He pulled out first aid supplies and tried to move your body to stitch up the blood. But you had already lost too much. You cried as he moved your body. The Eurynomos scratched the entirety of your back, and part of your shoulders.

“It’s- it’s ok, I wanted to protect you” You managed to breathe out.

Apollo shook his head, “You shouldn’t have done that y/n. I can’t lose you.” He sobbed into your shoulder. “I am the god of healing and I can’t do anything about this. What is this world”

You smiled weakly, “As long as you and Meg live it’s ok, I fear this was meant to happen. We’ll be ok. I’ll see you again one day hopefully.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw people running into the clearing a little far off. A girl with pink hair and what looked like a Satyr. Meg ran to them to get help.

“They could help us Y/N! Please stay awake stay here for me please!” Apollo begged. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly, but you didn’t have the strength to squeeze back. You were in and out of reality. You could feel yourself slipping.

“Hey Ap-Apollo, I - I love you,” You whispered. Your eyes closed. You could feel his hands grab you face.

“Y/N stay with me!!! I love you too sunshine. I love you so much, Please stay with me, help is running over. MEG HELP PLEASE IM LOSING HER,” He cried.

The last thing you felt were tears running down your face but they weren’t yours.

#I made myself sad writing this #pjo fandom #pjo #pjo hoo toa #trials of apollo #apollo x reader #apollo fanfic #Apollo angst #lester papadopoulos #meg mccaffrey #part 2? I feel like reader could live lol

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myers-meadow · 9 months ago

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An orange and a knife (Halsin x Tav)

Title: An orange and a knife

Pairing: Halsin x (named) Tav

Summary: You share an orange together. Twice. Or: Your adoration of Halsin grows by the day, but acceptance of those feelings is a whole different beast entirely. One night, they burst to the surface, and you can hide them no longer. Maybe you won't have to.

Warnings: none, all ages; pining, yearning, complicated feelings, happy end. First person pov. An exploration of emotions and how I wouldn't be able to take living close to Halsin as I'd just implode from adoration.

Wordcount: 1459

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I sank down on the log by the fire, plate and knife in one hand, a big orange in the other. Gale had it left over from somewhere and I gladly took it off his hands. Most of the companions had already retired to their tents, to read, to meditate, to sort out food for the next morning and the journey ahead. Karlach and Halsin were left, wrapped in conversation and I sat my ass down next to Halsin, who immediately scooted over once he spotted me coming.

"Ay girl, did you borrow that dagger from Astarion?" Karlach joked, pointing to the overly large knife in my hand. They all knew I wasn't a fighter, and I didn't tend to carry weapons, so her guess wasn't a bad one.

"No, actually," I said, going along with the joke. "Wyll lent it to me."

She and Halsin laughed. I laid the plate down on my lap, holding the orange as i sliced off the ends. Halsin leaned back, turning towards me, to allow me to join conversation. Before I came, they'd been discussing Karlach's new ability to touch people, and from the looks of things, they got along swimmingly. My heart swelled at Karlach's joy as Dammon installed the new part earlier that day. Absentmindedly, I cut the orange in thick slices, then cut them in the lenght to eat from the rind.

"You want some?" I held out the plate to them both, leaning against Halsin's arm to reach Karlach, fingers dripping with juice.

"Thanks, soldier!"

Halsin laughed, in that way he sometimes did, somewhat quietly, when he had a joke to himself, or was just too polite to say what was on his mind, but he took a piece anyway. I didn't comment on it, too busy with my first piece, having looked forward to the orange as dessert ever since Gale mentioned the fruit in the morning, hoping no one else got their hands on it before me, fingers sticky, teeth digging in the soft, stringy flesh, sweetness filling my mouth. Moments like these were what kept me sane throughout all this. I realised I was sucking away on my third slice, before coming to my senses and passing the plate along again.

"Have more, please." My cheeks grew hot, hoping I hadn't ruined the romantic tension between them. "Please don't mind me."

Halsin sucked off his fingers and I tried not to look at it for too long, afraid my hunger would show - just as these two were getting along so well. "We were talking about what Karlach wants to do now that she can touch others again."

"And all thanks to you!" she beamed, reaching over for another slice.

"Dammon is a treasure," I said and handed the last piece to Halsin, moving to stand again to clean the plate and knife. "It's getting late, I'll leave you two to it, goodnight, loves! Have fun!"

The next night, Halsin tended to my wounds before I could seek out Shadowheart. Gale was cooking something delicious-smelling back at the heart of camp, and most retreated to do their own thing before dinner. We sat at Halsin's tent at the edge of the light. It was a relief to be back around him, surrounded by his warmth, his smell, the herbs he dries in his tent, the small pots of salves and potions he keeps on hand.

"Let me come with you, tomorrow," he said, voice soft, the healing spell sizzling out, the last of the blue glow fading. "You've been taking hits like you're Karlach, but you're a spellcaster. You should stay back more, like Astarion."

"I try, I just always happen to be-" a gasp left my lips as Halsin rubbed the bruise on my leg with a warm hand, to see if he was done yet, "right there in the middle of it."

He slid my skirt up to see how bad it was, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake, but not from cold. He dipped his fingers in one of his healing salves. "The cultists really don't like you much."

I covered his hand with mine. "I'd be glad to have you by my side tomorrow."

After a particularly rough day of adventuring later that week, my dear companions elected to have me stay at camp. Karlach was overjoyed to join Wyll, Shadowheart and Astarion anyway, so it was a win-win for many. Camp was rather quiet. The hours passed agonisingly slowly, especially as most companions seemed to have their own routines, and no need for company. Sometime before midday I found myself by Halsin's tent. He went out the day before to forage for herbs, and was hanging it all to dry, tying them into bundles with lenghts of string. Movements practiced, it was hypnotising to watch him. Large hands that still had such nimble fingers.

"Did you come here just to stare at me?" His voice startled me. From the way he eyed me, it felt like he was aware of my amorous intentions.

I hummed. "I've never spent the entire day at camp before."

"That doesn't answer my question." His tone was light.

"I'd like to stare, if you'll allow me," I said, eventually. He smiled. His hazel eyes glowed.

"You're welcome to stay, as long as you have desire for my company."

So I stayed, enjoying the easy conversation, the sun on my face, and fell deeper and deeper in love with him.

No matter how much I tried resisting my feelings, every time I caught a glance of Halsin across camp, a terrible wave of adoration washed over me. The amount of times that Gale got upset when my attention slipped was more than I'd like to admit. With the adoration, came the jealousy. It was foreign to me before, but when Karlach would nestle close to Halsin, the pangs of it were heavy in my stomach.

One night, Halsin sank down next to me, orange and knife in hand, my heart leapt at the sight of him.

"Here, you like oranges, right?"

"You remembered."

"And I remember how terribly awkward you cut it. Here, let me show you an easier way." Halsin angled towards me so much that our knees were touching, and I could see only him, the rest of camp reduced to vague shapes in the dark, the fire behind him illuminating his hair, laying harsh shadows on his face. Beauty. He laughed softly in much the same way as back then, when we shared the orange for the first time. "It'd help if you'd actually pay attention to what I'm doing."

I hummed, but did as he said. Instead of cutting slices, he divided the whole orange into parts, to eat from the rind in a much more effective manner. The knife dripped with juice when he wasn't even halfway done. I ate as he cut, as he didn't bring a plate to put them on. With sweetened lips, I thanked him. "You're right, this makes a lot of sense. Thank you."

He smiled warmly and I almost had to avoid his eyes with the overwhelm of emotion. "Gladly. Frankly, I've never seen anyone cut fruit that clumsily."

I laughed. "Well, I just love to surprise people."

We shared the rest of the orange, in this comfortable bubble of this shared experience. As I was done with my pieces, and Halsin took his last bite before discarding the peel, the juice glistening in the firelight - in an impulse I reached up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Immediately, regret drowned out all other thoughts.

"Fuck, Halsin, I'm sorry-"

Seeing my panicked expression, and not caring for how sticky his hands were, he cupped my cheek and kissed me fervently. The sweet citrus mixed with the tobacco he smoked earlier that evening, warm, heady, delicious. Tingles set me alight as though hit by a lightning arrow. In the distance, somewhere, Karlach cheered, and the others didn't remain silent either. It didn't really process - there was only the sensation of his lips against mine, lingering even after he pulled back. Halsin rested his forehead against mine. Somehow my fist was balled into his shirt, and I let go slowly, smoothing out the fabric.

"You've no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he breathed, his voice quiet and heavy with emotion.

"Since the moment-" I swallowed thickly, refusing to look at him still, "we met, amidst the goblin guts."

A laugh rumbled from his chest. He pulled me into him for the best hug of my life and happily I sank into him, heart fluttering lighter than ever before. "Then we have a lot to catch up on."

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lowcosmic · 1 year ago

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—— as long as i’m with you .

“ he lovingly stroked your head , lifting your chin up so he could kiss your forehead. you had stopped crying. ”

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : kokichi comforts you after a breakup.

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff

— 𝐜𝐰 : mentions of cheating

— 𝐚/𝐧 : total brain rot. anyways , dw for all my audiences , this is gn! reader.

“ (y/n) … why won’t you answer? ” kokichi muttered to himself. he’d sent you probably over a hundred texts and at least fifty calls , and you’d replied to none of them.

he was beginning to think something was terribly , terribly wrong.

kokichi made his way over to your house. he doubled his steps when thinking of all the possibilities on what happened to you.

finally , he reached your doorstep. you’d given him a spare key a few months back , because he’d kept coming over and over repeatedly , and it was becoming annoying to have to keep getting up and answering the door yourself.

he unlocked the door with a small click , quickly kicking his shoes away and dashing around your house after shutting your door with a swift slam.

he called your name. the house seemed almost quiet … except for those small sobs he could hear from upstairs.

he exhaled in meager relief. at least you were still alive. he dashed to your room.

without thinking , he pulled open your door. his heart almost immediately sank at the sorrowful sight he looked upon.

you were on your bed , arms crossed over your legs against your chest. a box of tissues was next to you as your figure trembled slightly. you thought you looked pathetic.

kokichi jumped to your side. the bed creaked as he got on , the sheets crumpling more than they were before.

without hesitation , he hugged you.

he was conflicted as you cried more into his arms. should he ask about what happened? should he just let you be? he wasn’t too educated on comforting , but he rubbed your back in small circular motions to try to help.

it was like a smooth rock plunged deep in his throat , a question he wanted to ask but was too nervous in case he’d upset you more.

but he’d never be able to help if he didn’t ask.

“ what happened? ” he squeezed you tighter.

your voice disappeared and reappeared at the question. you knew exactly what happened , but the descriptions were too bitter to get out.

with a little more reassuring , and a few tissues , you spoke up.

“ he … he broke up with me. ” your eyes shut , the last part of what you said being slightly slurred in order for you to get all the words out before your tongue stopped working again.

kokichi’s heart grew cold. “ how could he — ?! how could he break up with you ?! you’re amazing and perfect and — who’d wanna give that up ?! ” he shut himself up before his mouth got the best of him.

“ … i … saw him kissing — a - another person … ” you mumbled.

kokichi felt his blood boil. “ he cheated on you and then he had the audacity to BREAK UP with you ?! that bi — !! ”

“ … why do you care so much about me? ” you cut him off.

“ it’s not obvious? … ” his voice dropped to a soothing , almost whisper ; contrast to his prior enraged tone.

you gripped the back of his shirt harder , fisting the material between your fingers.

he sighed , as if he felt he were going to regret what he was about to say. “ i like you. a lot. no , no. i love you. that’s a whole lot more than just ‘ like. ’ ”

your breathing hitched just a moment.

he continued. “ you don’t have to return the feelings or … deny them just yet. for now … i want you to feel better. ”

“ i love you , too. ” you murmur. now , it was kokichi’s turn to be surprised.

he lovingly stroked your head , lifting your chin up so he could kiss your forehead. you had stopped crying.

“ … do you want anything to eat? we could stay in and watch movies or something , anything you want to do. ” kokichi smiled. not one of his devious , “ i’ve got an evil plan that may or may not include people getting involved in my tomfoolery ” smile — but a smile of warmth and solace for you.

“ um … sure. as … as long as i’m with you. ”

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infinite-riches · 9 months ago

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The Collapse

Summary: He did his best to remember. Gaz had been right behind him when the call came through from Price for backup. Soap let Gaz go, insisting he could clear the, reportedly, empty building on his own.

Everything was going fine until Soap entered the office on the second floor. The door had been attached to a trigger.

Or: Soap gets caught in the blast and things only go downhill from there.

Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley

Word Count: 1622

Warnings: MCD, Mild mentions of blood

A/N: This lovely one-shot was inspired by this prompt from a member of the CoD babygirls server, much love to them!! <3

Also, I cried writing this. :')

And as always feel free to leave feedback/constructive criticism <3

AO3 Link (if you prefer): The Collapse

5. Oh fuck.

4. He has to run.

3. A straight shot down the hallway.

2. The stairs would be his best bet.

1. Almost there.

Soap struggled to gain his bearings.

He remembered hearing the beeping. Then running. Then an explosion but there was still a gap in his memories.

For a moment everything was silent and still before his body processed everything.

Blinding white-hot pain tore through his body, lighting up every nerve. He screamed so loud it made his ears ring even more.

He could feel something warm sliding down the side of his face. Blood. Confirmed to be an uncomfortably deep gash when his fingers landed where skin should have been and only met more blood.

His throat felt raw, caked thick with dust that made each breath agony. Calling for help felt like swallowing shards of glass.

He tried to pull himself into a sitting position but was left immobile, a broken slab of concrete laid across his lower body, at least 10 meters long and 3 meters wide. He did his best to take stock of his situation. There was a deep gash on his head and he almost positively had a concussion from the blast. His heart sank as he tried to assess his legs. As much as he tried, they wouldn’t move. Not an inch.

Fear rose in his chest, tendrils of panic wrapping around his throat as it became harder and harder to breathe.

“-oap? How copy?” Price’s voice brought him back to the present. He fumbled about, adrenaline only going so far as to hold back the fear and anxiety. Eventually, his fingers made contact with his mic.

“Price, I–” he choked back a sob as he finally let himself take full stock of his situation.

“John? What is it, son?” Soap could hear the panic in his Captain’s voice and tried not to focus on the guilt he felt because of it.

“I… you… I won’t make it to exfil-” The words had barely left his mouth when Ghost cut in.

“Johnny? What happened? Give me your location.” Soap bit down on his lip, trying to hold back the wounded cry trying to force itself from his throat.

“No need, LT.” He tried to keep his tone light. He wasn’t successful.

“Johnny. Tell me what happened. We can get you ou-”

“No! No, you can’t, Ghost! You can’t get me out because there’s got to be a couple fucking tons of concrete pinning me to the floor and I can’t feel my legs anyways!” His voice was more raw than he realized. Panic was beginning to set in, his chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly as he pushed against the slab of concrete. He knew he was being irrational but suddenly the space was too small and there wasn’t any air left for him to breathe and he was gonna die this way all alone and-

“-nny! JOHNNY! I need you to focus. Give me your location. Now.” Soap always hated that tone of voice, it was so similar to the one he would use during interrogations.

“The West building… I… I was on the second floor… I don’t know where I am now…” His words came out broken, small hiccups and cries interrupting his speech.

“Good, Johnny, that’s good. We’re on our way to you, I want you to tell me what happened.” In all the time he had known Ghost, he had never heard fear like this in his voice, until now.

He did his best to remember. Gaz had been right behind him when the call came through from Price for backup. Soap let Gaz go, insisting he could clear the, reportedly, empty building on his own.

Everything was going fine until Soap entered the office on the second floor. The door had been attached to a trigger.

“It was a trap LT. As soon as I opened the door…” Soap made another futile attempt at moving the concrete, not able to get any leverage without the use of his legs. “It was rigged to start a timer. I had maybe five seconds.”

He could taste salt and iron on his lips, a mix of his blood and tears, no doubt leaving his face a ghoulish sight.

It was dark too, with only a few, faint, rays of light penetrating the mass of broken concrete and twisted steel. It was almost too dark to make any shapes out and everything was quiet.

“-oap? Tav? Where are you mate?”

Soap startled, the voice pulling him from unconsciousness.

“Kyle?” His voice was softer now, throat thoroughly worn raw from the mix of dust and screaming.

“Soap? You there mate?”

“Gaz!” Soap forced himself to call out louder, ignoring the way his throat ached.

“Price! Ghost! I can hear him! Keep talking, Soap!” He could hear Gaz shuffling closer, moving smaller pieces of concrete out of his way.

“I’m here!” He tried to move the slab again, desperately pushing at concrete, fingers leaving small trails of red in their wake.

“Johnny?” Soap couldn’t stop the sob that escaped him at the sound of Ghost’s voice. He sounded scared. Ghost never sounded scared. Not like this. Not since Las Almas.

“Simon-” another sob. “I’m here, Si. Please, please-” his breaths were becoming more and more shallow, his head spinning more than it already was.

“I’m coming, Johnny. Keep talkin’ to me, love.” The shifting of concrete grew louder and louder as the men picked their way through the debris.

For once in his life, Soap had nothing to say.

“C’mon, son. You gotta talk to us.” It was Price this time. Ever the leader, he seemed calm but there was the faintest edge of worry in his voice.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, Cap-”

“None of that son.” More light filled the space. It made Soap’s head swim more.

A gloved hand pulled the piece of concrete next to his head away.

“Johnny?”

“I’m here-” he sobbed again, desperately reaching for Ghost’s hand. His fingers brushed the rough fabric, Ghost’s hand closing around his own. “I can’t feel my legs, Si. I don’t- I don’t know what to do.”

“We’re gonna get you out of here, Johnny. You just focus on taking deep, slow breaths for me, yeah? You can do that for me, can’t you baby?” Soap didn’t realize how quickly he had been breathing, his heart seeming to race a thousand miles a minute.

“Price and I- When we- You pull him out- Copy?” Soap only caught bits and pieces, his ability to multitask slipping away as he dedicated his focus to his breathing.

“I’ve got you, mate.” He could hear Gaz behind him, feel him grasping at his bitch strap. “Gonna get you out of here.”

“3… 2… 1… Lift!” At the same time that Ghost and Price lifted the concrete, Gaz pulled Soap backward by the strap.

A blood-curdling scream escaped Soap’s throat. White-hot pain bloomed in Soap’s abdomen.

“STOP! PLEASE! Please fucking stop!” He swiped behind him, trying to break Gaz’s hold on his vest.

Gaz relented, carefully letting Soap drop back against the pavement.

It was quiet, all except for Soap’s pained sobs that ebbed into whimpers.

“-ohn. Johnny! Stay with me, baby.” Simon’s face swam into view, blond hair backlit by the last light of day. Worry was etched into his face, a warm hand cupping Johnny’s cheek.

“What-?” Soap tried to push himself upright, whipping tears from his eyes as he took in the scene around him.

Rebar. There wasn’t supposed to be rebar there. Rebar wasn’t supposed to stick out of him like that.

“No, Johnny. Look at me.” Simon gently redirected his gaze, letting his head rest in his lap.

“I’m gonna die…” Soap’s voice was barely a whisper.

“No, dove. We’re gonna get you out of here. Nik is already on the wa-”

“Simon, I don’t want to die in your arms. I don’t want you to see me take my last breath.” It was the steadiest Soap’s voice had been all night.

“Johnny. I’m not lea-”

“Simon, go-”

“John MacTavish, I am not leaving you-”

“Please,” Soap hiccuped as he cried. “Please, Simon. I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t important to me. I… I don’t want your last memory of me to be my last breath.”

It was silent for a moment, even Soap’s sobs going quiet as he waited for Simon to answer.

Carefully, reverently, Simon cupped Soap’s face, leaning down to gently kiss him. His tears were salty on Soap’s lips.

“I will always love you, John MacTavish.” His voice was deep, thick with tears as he tried to maintain some semblance of composure for Soap’s sake.

“I’ll always love you, Simon Riley. And I’ll wait for you.” Soap gave him a small smile, swallowing back another wave of pain that made his head swim.

When Soap came to again Price was above him.

“John?” The sound of his name on Soap’s lips gutted Price. Never had his sergeant sounded so small. “I’m scared.”

“None of that now, lad. Just focus on your breathing.” His hand was resting over Soap’s heart, feeling each breath the Scot took. “The pain will go away soon.”

“Cap, I need you to promise me that you’ll take care of Simon.” Soap forced his eyes to focus on Price above him, even as it got harder and harder to keep his eyes open.

“Of course, son. Just close your eyes and relax.”

Soap nodded, looking up at the first swath of navy that had overtaken the sky. Soon enough he couldn’t tell the difference between the twinkling of the stars and the fluttering of his eyelids.

Soon enough it didn’t matter.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #ghost x soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley x john mactavish

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niragisqueenofhearts · 2 years ago

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~The Devil's Dog~

Park Jongdu x reader

warnings: Darkfic, nsfw, mentions of murder, cutting, blood, marking, dubcon/noncon.

Word count: 3355

y'all please bear with me, it's my first fic that I'm posting, sorry if it's not too good like the others but I'm pretty proud of it so, yay!

I hope you enjoy!

Part 2 Part 3

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It was supposed to be a simple job. Get assigned as doctor on the Frontier Wolf, do your job as said nurse to help care of any injuries, arrive in Korea then go back home. It was just supposed to be a simple operation, never did you think in that list that said try and cheat death by surviving a prisoner riot and witness your fellow colleagues be killed. But that's what happened here. And here you are now, covered in blood, cowering in a cabinet, and clasping a knife you managed to sneak away for dear life. You could've sworn your hands were going to fall off with how much they were shaking.

The sounds of screaming, running footsteps and thuds filled your ears as the massacre continued. You could've sworn you drew blood with how hard you were biting your lip to muffle your sobs. A part of you had wanted to stay behind to protect those you called family, but your instincts took over. You knew you couldn't risk yourself, you had to survive, it may seem selfish and even cruel, but it is how this world works.

Silence began to subside as you heard footsteps slowly exited the room. Your heart could finally rest. A long sigh escaped your mouth as you felt your body relax. The adrenaline from moments ago faded, leaving only numbness to settle deep within your veins. As your head began to feel light you allowed yourself to slump back into the cabinet, not noticing when you fell onto the cold hardwood floor. Your eyes began fluttering closed, sleep claiming you soon after.

It wasn't long before someone found you. Your blissful rest was interrupted by a loud stomp. You awoke to see a pair of black boots in front of you. Slowly and hesitantly, you slowly began to look up, slowly taking in the tall and broad demeaner of the person in front of you. Your eyes widened as you recognize the face immediately. Kyu-tae. "Well, well, look who we have here," He greeted you, his face adorned with a smirk. Your fight or flight began to kick in as you frantically began to look around for your knife. "Looking for this?" He chuckled as he waved the blade in front of you. Your heart sank and tears began to stream down your face. This was it. This was the day you die. You frantically began to grovel away from him as he began to walk towards you.

You managed to scramble on your feet and ran to the other side of the counter. "Please Kyu-tae." You sobbed, "You don't need to do this." You shook as he laughed at your words, "God, you've always been such a naive bitch." The room fell silent as he watched your every move, countering it with his own, if you went left, he went right, if you took 3 steps back, he took 3 steps forward. Soon enough he got sick of the mirroring games and pounced onto the counter after you. You screamed as you ran from behind the counter and out the door, he followed behind you in an attempt to lose him, you turned a corner and hoped to god that the exit was nearby. "Please, make it end," You cried as you didn't dare to look behind you.

Unfortunately, this was only the beginning of your nightmare, as you took a wrong turn and stumbled into a hallway filled of the convicts. Your heart nearly stopped as they all locked their eyes on you. Defeat overcame as you heard Kyu-tae approach from behind. You're surrounded, with nowhere to run. "Come now, just be good, we'll make it quick and easy." Kyu-tae cooed. He lunged at you, wrapping his hand around your throat, and pinning you to the wall. "Please Kyu-tae, don't do this." You choked on your words as you sobbed relentlessly, but to no avail. He brought the knife still in his tightened grip back ready to penetrate you. You needed to do something, anything to get you out of this.

"Wait! Please! I can help!" You blurted, another inmate grabs Kyu-tae's arm, "Wait." He spoke. Kyu-Tae released his grip on you, "Help how?" "Your friends in the back, they're injured obviously, I'm a doctor, I can help them." He chuckled "Bullshit, I'm sure we'll do fine on our own." "You guys wouldn't survive the week and that's not regarding the injuries some of you have. Food, water, medical supplies, toiletries." You stated. "It's all pad locked, I know all the codes, you let me live and I'll make sure you all live through this week’s trip." Kyu-tae fell silent as he stood there contemplating. "Let her go," Another man spoke as he emerged from the crowd, "Let her stitch the guys up, open the storage rooms then throw her ass in a corner somewhere." Kyu-tae looked her up and down, "Fine, but we'll be watching you, one slip up and I’ll kill you where you stand."

You nodded in response before he pushes you into the direction of the wounded convicts, "Baek-jae, take her to storage, do not take your eyes off her for a single moment." You watch as the guy with the green shirt approaches you, conveniently he happens to be the one with the biggest gun. Baekjae grabbed your wrist and began leading you to the storage area, "Just don't cause trouble and you won't have to worry about us." What did you get yourself into...

It was only just 2 days on the ship, but it felt like an eternity. You could hardly sleep, as if sleeping with a bunch of convicts around you wasn't enough to keep your stomach in knot, to add insult to injury your neck was chained to the wall majority of the time when you weren't using the bathroom or stitching a guy up, but hey, at least you're still alive right?

You had just finished eating the food the guys gave you, when you called after one of them, "Excuse me?" No response, "Hello?" Still no response, "Hey I’m talking to you!" You snapped, big mistake. The larger gentleman snaps his neck to glare at you, "What do you want?" He asked, his voice was gruff but low, making you shudder as he stepped closer. "I need the bathroom." You stated as you scooted into the corner trying to create distance between you and him, "Oh? Really? Well, considering how you just spoke to me, do you think you deserve to go to the bathroom?" He asked sarcastically, you gulped at his words, "I'm sorry I spoke to you like that-" "So you agree?" He cuts her off, "You don't deserve to use the bathroom." His tone is more serious than before. You looked around quickly to see the other prisoners looking at you, "Unless you're willing to be especially nice to me to let you use the bathroom?"

He began to palm himself through his orange trousers. You cringed at the sight as you began to feel sick to your stomach, you could almost taste your lunch coming back. Just like that, you decided against asking if you were allowed to use the bathroom anymore. Instead, you looked away from him. He strutted over to you now towering over you, "I believe I asked you a question." He growled lowly, you stayed silent, your mind telling you to just run away from here. "Fine. If that's the way you want to play." He spat as he crouched down to you, beginning to grab at your pants.

You fought back against his grasps as you began to panic, "Stop please!" You cried as you tried to pull yourself away from him. You struggled harder and harder as his hand slipped underneath your shirt. Fortunately, someone spoke, ending the endeavor. “Leave her alone.” The man attacking you finally got off you, he glared at the more fit man threateningly before continuing walking away. You heaved a sigh of relief as you glanced over to him. "Thank you." You uttered quietly. "I didn't do it for you, I wanted you to shut the fuck up." He huffed before going to walk away, "Hey, I-," He turned on his heels with an annoyed expression on his face, "I still need to use the bathroom." You whispered averting your gaze from his eyes burning holes into you. He sighed before unlocking your chain and pulling you up to your feet, "Come on little puppy." He mocked as he held the loose end of the chain in his fist, ironically like a dog on a leash. "Lead the way."

You sighed in relief as you washed your face in the sink, the cool water refreshing your skin was the closest you got to paradise since you got on this boat. As you exited the bathroom on instinct, you couldn't help but investigate the other room next to it. You froze in place as you saw one of the inmates, pleasuring himself. You couldn't help but gaze at the scene. He looked back at you, catching you staring. You felt your cheeks flush red as he smiled and winked at you, immediately you looked away. He was like something you hadn't seen before. He had tattoos all over him and these piercing, almost demonic eyes just staring into your soul that made your stomach go into knots.

It wasn't long before the man that escorted you to the bathroom came back, "All done little pup?" He grabbed hold of your chain pulling it aggressively before he noticed the man as well. "Ahh, I see, someone wanted to sneak a peek like the dirty girl she is." He laughed; the tattooed man laughed along with him. "Aw stop teasing her Jiseok, she's blushing." They continued to laugh and belittle you. "C'mon Jongdu, I'm just having some fun." He replied, "What? You like him?" You didn't dare to answer back, "How about this, it looks like he's enjoying himself looking at you," He took your face in both of his hands before forcing you to look at the man who continued to please himself, "Why don't you give him a little show huh? Come-" The man begun to rip your black button-down shirt exposing your breasts adorned in a pink lace bra and it wasn't long until he reached for your black jeans. You fought against him as hard as you could. "Let me go!" You screamed as you escaped his grip. The two laugh as you cowered away onto the wall shaking as you clutch yourself. "Let's go, back to your corner." He announces as he grabbed the loose end of the chain, pulling you roughly into his direction and back into your corner.

As usual later that night you couldn't sleep, instead observing the group of serial murderers sleeping like babies. You envied them, how could they have done such horrible crimes yet slept like nothing. You shook your head to clear it of the thoughts and stared aimlessly out of the window, thinking of what was going to happen to you.

"Wakey wakey." Someone spoke making you jump; it was the tattooed man. What was his name again? Jongdu. He approached you with a smile flashing the pearly whites. It was so strange to you, how a smile so gorgeous, made him look so much more sinister.

You grumbled as you glared at him, "Aw what's wrong?" He crouched in front of you, "I can't talk to a friend?" You scoff at him, "We're not friends." You stated before turning your attention back to the window. "Okay," He replied as he unknowingly got closer to you, "Maybe you'd want to be more than friends then?"

He slid his hand into your ripped shirt, the touch of his fingertips made you jump as if a bolt of electricity just went through you. He laughed at your reaction as he slowly ran his hands through your torso leaving trails of fire in their path. You knew the type of man he was, the evil things he had done, but you just couldn't understand why your body was reacting like the way it was. Your breathing got more rapid the more and more he touched you, the warmth radiating off his palms made you shiver violently. Your breathing became more ragged, he continued to trail his fingers down your chest making the tingling sensation worse, by the time he reached your waistband, you were practically panting with each breath, trying to control your body's desire. You refused to believe that you were having feelings like this, especially towards a deranged criminal like him.

You would've scooted away from him if it wasn't for the wall behind you. "Go away. Leave me alone." He chuckled, "Come on, you're going to tell me that you don't want me?" You glared at him with all your strength trying to get rid of your feeling of disgust, "I wouldn't fuck you, if it was life or death." His hands swiftly reached the back of your head, the burning sensation of him gripping your scalp harshly overwhelmed you. You tripped under yourself as he pulled you up to your feet. Once you managed to get your bearings, a sharp blade is brought up your gaze. You freeze instantly once you notice the blade. "Is that a challenge?" He said as he brought the blade to your neck pressing it into the underside of your jaw You whimpered at the pressure of his blade cutting the skin there, drawing blood. He laughed, "So brave and tough until a knife is placed against your skin." His voice was deep. He stared into your eyes with a sense of determination. He saw right through you, no matter how tough you acted or tried to look, he knew you were just like his last 13 victims.

He removed the knife from your neck, using it now to cut every single piece of clothing of you until you were bare, shivering and now teary eyed against the cold bar that held you in place. He stood back up and pressed himself against you, using his thighs to keep your legs separated. The sudden pressure on your clit caused you to squirm causing you to grind onto his leg even more. You pressed your hands against his chest using all the strength you had in you. "Don't fight me." He whispered in your ear while gripping your wrist and pushing it off his chest to hold you back in place. You groaned in frustration as your eyes locked onto the knife now being risen to your chest. He laughed at your struggle "I know you want it; I can smell it on you." He smirked as he pushed the knife closer to your skin, you whimpered as your tears flowed freely down your face feeling the cold, sharp blade graze just above your right breast. He chuckled, "Oh, don't worry puppy, this isn't going to hurt." He whispered as he pressed the knife into the flesh of your chest. You bit down onto your lip to muffle your cries as the pain spread throughout your body. The liquid crimson that spilled from your wound coated the entire right side of your torso as he continued to carve into you.

You stifled a groan as he brought his mouth to your open wound, he begun to lick the wound, drinking the pouring blood. Your body convulsed uncontrollably due to the intense amount of pain, but you couldn't utter a word. His mouth revolved from the wound you'd suffered earlier, to your sensitive buds now erect from the cold night air that brushed against you. He'd suck on them so hard that you weren't even sure whether it was if it was the blood that made them the dark color they were. Your blood stained his lips making the dark substance run down his face and dripping from his chin. "You taste so delicious," He grinned showing his now red teeth. "Better than the others." He purred.

Suddenly he pulled back and placed his bloodied lips onto yours, forcing you into a kiss. Your stomach turned as the heavy metallic taste of iron hit your tongue, yet you caught yourself kissing him back. You managed to snap yourself out of the kiss and pulled away gasping for air, "Jongdu please-" You cried. He merely grinned as he spoke, “Begging for me? God you're so cute." He dropped his trousers revealing his huge member to you. You flinched as he slammed his large organ into your loins. It felt as if he was ripping you in half as he forced you to feel every inch of it. He wrapped your leg around his waist as he gripped onto your thigh pulling you onto him.

Your heart thumped loudly in your ears as you were completely unable to speak or think straight. The mix of pain and pleasure made everything seem blurry. You whimpered under him, the feeling of his member pulsing between your legs sent waves of pleasure through you. You found yourself gripping onto his shirt and pulling him as if he could get any closer. His growls filled your ears as he began thrusting harder against you causing you to moan out in pure agony. He found pleasure in the sounds you made occasionally laughing with joy when you did. He groaned out in pleasure as he felt your walls clench around him. He kept slamming his throbbing member against you, causing you to gasp with every stroke, his hot breath hitting your ear sending shivers down your spine.

This isn't happening, is it? There's no way you're having sex with a serial murderer and liking it! No! That can't possibly be happening! You're dreaming, aren't you? This isn't real... It must be some horrible nightmare! You began to writhe against him, wanting out of his grip, out of this hell hole. He wasn't having any of it, becoming frustrated, he wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you in place as he picked up speed. His hips thrusting into you faster, harder, and stronger, his breathing labored, his arms holding you tighter to him, he was getting close and so were you. You gasped and moaned out in both pain and ecstasy. The intensity of his actions was beginning to take effect and he began shaking with each thrust.

It's just a dream, it’s just a dream. You repeated in your mind as you threw your head back onto the wall behind you, the pleasure now becoming overwhelming you as your orgasm was approaching closer and closer. He grunted loudly as he began to release inside you. You came not too long after, burying your face into his chest to muffle your moan of ecstasy, your heart pounded rapidly in your chest as you took a few deep breaths to try and calm down. You heard him chuckle softly before pulling away from you. You held onto the metal beam to keep your now jello-like legs from stumbling under you. You watched as he picked his pants up from around his ankles, putting them back on. "Glad to see you enjoyed yourself."

"I didn't." You sighed as you looked over at him, his dark brown hair fell messily onto his face with a smirk still plastered across his lips.

"Just be glad you're not dead..." He trailed off as he walked over to a cabinet taking out an orange shirt and pants just like his and throwing it at your feet. "Sleep tight."

You watched as he left the room. Once he was gone, you let go of the beam you were leaning against allowing yourself to collapse onto the floor, slowly you began to slide on the oversized clothing he gave, letting out the occasional whimper or his of pain at the movement. Once you'd fully adjusted to the warm fabric you curled into yourself as sleep began to overtake you.

"It's a dream, just a dream." You whispered to yourself as you drifted off to sleep.

#project wolf hunting #Park jongdu #seo in guk #project wolf hunting jongdu #tw noncon #tw blood #I don't know what else to tag this so if y'all have any ideas please let me know!

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winters8child · 5 months ago

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It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 48

I woke with a jolt, a sharp, throbbing pain radiating from my side. My hand, still groggy with sleep, instinctively sought out the source of the discomfort and felt the rough texture of bandages pressed against the wound. As I slowly opened my eyes, my gaze fell upon a face that seemed both eerily familiar and profoundly unsettling.

I yelped, my heart racing as I recoiled, pressing my back against the cold wall behind the bed. Panic surged through me, and I clapped my hands over my mouth to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape. Tears welled up, blurring my vision. This couldn’t be real. I must have lost too much blood; I must be hallucinating, I told myself desperately.

The figure before me was seated in a chair, its wooden frame creaking under his weight. His elbows rested on his knees, and his eyes, dark and penetrating, watched me with a mixture of curiosity and something I couldn't quite decipher. The room felt oppressively silent, each breath I took echoing in the stillness.

“Bucky?” My voice was barely more than a whisper, trembling with fear and disbelief. “Is that my name?” His voice, though rough and raspy, was unmistakably familiar. The sound sent a chill down my spine. It was his voice—this man not only bore his face but also spoke with the same deep, gravelly tone I remembered all too well.

“Bucky, is that you?” I repeated, my voice trembling, afraid to blink lest he vanish and confirm that I was indeed delirious. I gingerly got up from the bed and approached him, my gaze fixated on his face. His hair had grown longer, and his eyes held a weary, haunted look. He straightened, his posture tense, waiting to see what I would do next.

My hand trembled as I reached out, my fingertips grazing his cheek with a gentle caress. He flinched, then grabbed my hand with his metal arm, his brow furrowing in confusion and concern. “What happened to you?” I asked, tears streaming down my face. His eyes locked onto mine, unblinking and intense. His lips moved as if he tried to speak, but no sound emerged, leaving my hand still held tightly in his.

He lowered his gaze, a look of deep shame crossing his features. “I don’t remember anything,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Nothing but your face. The sound of your voice.” Overwhelmed, I sank to my knees before him, cupping his face in my hands. “What did they do to you?” I asked, my voice breaking with a mix of sorrow and desperation.

He clenched his jaw, visibly agitated by the mention of his employers. Without warning, he sprang out of the chair. “We have to leave before they find us,” he insisted, grabbing my hand and a backpack with a sense of urgency. He pulled me towards the door, his movements frantic.

“Wait, what about the others? What about Steve? What happened to him?” I protested, trying to catch my breath as he dragged me along. At the sound of Steve's name, he froze, his grip on my hand tightening painfully.

“You’re hurting me,” I said, wincing. He immediately loosened his hold, his eyes troubled. “That man on the bridge… Steve…” he murmured, his voice laden with confusion.

“Yes, Steve, your best friend, Bucky. Do you remember?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of hope and desperation. Both of us flinched at the sharp, urgent knock on the door. “Open up!” a commanding voice demanded from the other side. Bucky cracked the door open slightly, peering through the narrow gap with a tense expression, waiting for the next words.

“The boss wants to speak with you,” Rumlow’s voice came through, cold and authoritative. “And bring your little girlfriend, too.” I shook my head violently, but Bucky’s eyes remained cold and unfeeling as he pulled me along. “Uh-uh,” Rumlow’s voice cut through, his tone dripping with condescension. He regarded me with a detached expression before stepping closer. “Not like that.” With a swift motion, he blindfolded me, his hand lingering on my cheek just a moment too long, the touch unsettling and invasive.

When the blindfold was finally removed, I found myself in a dimly lit room. Bucky was seated in the center, surrounded by a ring of weapons aimed directly at him, their muzzles glinting ominously in the low light. Behind me, two men stood with their guns trained on my head. The heavy doors creaked open, and Pierce strode in with an air of unwavering confidence.

Bucky’s eyes, wide and haunted, were locked onto me, his gaze unwavering and filled with a mixture of fear and despair. “He is highly unstable,” one of the men in a lab coat muttered, though Pierce’s expression remained one of tight-lipped dissatisfaction.

“Mission report,” Pierce demanded sharply. When no immediate response came, he repeated, “Mission report, now,” his impatience growing palpable.

Pierce followed Bucky’s desperate gaze to me, his eyes narrowing with disgust. Without hesitation, he slapped me across the face, the force spinning my head to the side. Bucky flinched, rising from his chair with a pained cry, “No, please!” The ten armed men in the room tensed, ready to shoot at the slightest provocation.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Pierce said mockingly as if my presence was a matter of choice.

“I think you’ll prove very useful to our little operation,” he continued, wiping the blood from my split lip with a tissue. He extended his hand, and one of the men passed him a file emblazoned with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo. “Loretta Barnes,” he read aloud, glancing up with a hint of curiosity. “Interesting name choice,” he mused.

Pierce began to pace around the room, flipping through the file. “Subject is extremely volatile if provoked by threats to Steve Rogers, just as we had anticipated.” He paused, savoring my shocked expression. “Oh, you thought they didn’t know? That it was merely a side effect of the serum?” He chuckled, shaking his head in mock amusement.

“No, of course not. This ‘defect,’ as you might call it, was precisely what they intended. The final obstacle between them and what truly mattered: Captain America,” he explained coldly.

The realization hit me like a sledgehammer. Had they really used me as mere cannon fodder, a disposable pawn, just to protect their precious experiment? The thought left me reeling, the betrayal sinking in deep"But don't fret; you will be quite useful with what we have planned," Pierce announced with a cold, sinister smile.

"Please, leave her out of this," Bucky begged desperation edging his voice as Pierce squinted his eyes, scrutinizing him. "Prep him," he commanded simply. The man in the lab coat hesitated, his hands trembling slightly. "He's been out of cryo freeze too long," he stammered.

Pierce's expression hardened. "Then wipe him and start over," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. The man in the lab coat nodded quickly, scurrying to his equipment.

"No, what are you doing to him? Leave him alone!" I screamed, my voice breaking with panic. They roughly restrained Bucky, forcing him into a chair and shoving a mouthguard into his mouth. His eyes were wide with fear and anger, muscles straining against the restraints.

A heavy blow landed on my back, delivered by the butt of a machine gun. The pain exploded through me, and I crumpled to my knees, gasping. Tears blurred my vision as I looked up, helplessly watching Bucky's torment. His screams echoed through the room, forever etched into my brain like a haunting melody. Sobs racked my body as the two guards roughly seized my arms, lifting me off the ground. My legs dangled uselessly as they dragged me away, Pierce following closely behind.

They slammed me into a chair, the impact jarring my bones. The guards positioned themselves behind me again, their weapons at the ready, a constant threat. Pierce stood before me, a smug smile on his lips. "And now to you, my dear," he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

He turned to a small table near the door and picked up something that looked like a syringe filled with a green liquid. "You see, Hydra has been very enamored with you and your nifty little trick," he said, tapping the syringe to dissolve the bubbles inside.

"It's the adrenaline that kicks off your 'rush,'" he explained matter-of-factly, "and this little device swimming in this liquid can be controlled with my phone. It’s capable of spiking your adrenaline whenever I need it to." He held the syringe up to the light, the green liquid gleaming ominously. With a swift motion, he pushed a button on the wall. Instantly, restraints snapped over my wrists, binding me tightly to the chair.

I was forced to watch him approach menacingly, my attempts to squirm in the chair futile against the restraints that held me tight. With a sudden, brutal motion, he plunged the needle into my neck. The liquid seared through my veins, spreading a fiery burn throughout my body. Pierce crouched in front of me, his grip cold and unyielding as he held my chin. “Welcome to Hydra, Asset 2.0,” he said with a chilling, predatory grin.

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#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #marvel #steve rogers #marvel fanfiction #the avengers #fanfiction

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salemshotspot · 6 months ago

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HIS FIRST

Steve Austin x Shawn Michaels

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

DESC: After a perfect day together Steve reveals a secret

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MDNI//Not Proof Read//Kind Of Virginity Loss But Not Really//Generic Pet Names//Anxiety Surrounding Intimacy //Mentions Of Masturbation//Reassurance//Handjob//Size Kink If You Squint//Small Mention/Implication Of Low Self-Esteem//Light Teasing

A/N >> Drop writing requests in my inbox and let me know if you want to be tagged/untagged in future fics

TAGS: @prettyboymichaels-ao3

Enjoy!

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It was rare that Steve and Shawn's schedules ever aligned and they both had the same day off work; usually when Shawn had a day off Steve had a promo to cut, when Steve had a day off Shawn had a headlining match so the second they realised they both had the day off they both decided to take full advantage of it. The two men spent the entire day on the couch, Shawn wrapped in Steve's strong arms as the two men whispered words laced with love to fill the comforting silence of the room.

As the day faded and the evening welcomed itself into the world Shawn's adoration steadily grew more and more physical, starting with Shawn's lips happily attaching themselves like a leech starved to the comforting cage Steve's arms had created in order to keep Shawn as close to him as humanly possible. Steve let out a low chuckle as Shawn’s lips lovingly attacked his arms, the rumbling in Steve’s chest reverberating through the room. With a smirk, Steve subtly shifted his body upright before effortlessly pulling Shawn into his lap, Shawn blushing at how effortlessly Steve was able to lift him onto his lap. With his legs straddling the man, Shawn lowered his head to Steve’s neck, immediately peppering kisses on the man’s neck; 'someone is eager’ Steve teased. Shawn hummed in agreement as Steve lay his head back, allowing himself to indulge in Shawn's undivided attention.

As Shawn continued his loving assault on Steve's neck he felt the man's cock twitch against his thigh, conveniently positioned against Steve's crotch, unable to stop his mouth contorting in a smile with excitement lacing his voice, Shawn muttered; 'it looks like I'm not the only eager one here sweetheart.' Shawn had fantasised for months about what Steve would be like in the most intimate of settings, he had spent countless evenings in his bed, gently tracing the length of his cock with his hand, eyes fluttering closed as he imagined his hand was Steve's. Ever since Shawn had met Steve his ability to feel pleasure was completely tainted, he was unable to pleasure himself without this image of Steve in his head, without desperately choking out the man's name as he finally pushed himself over the edge; and now his fantasy was going to become a reality.

Luckily for Steve in this moment Shawn liked to believe that, if nothing else, he was a most attentive lover; which is why Shawn noticed the way Steve's body tensed as Shawn slid his hand into Steve's pants. Immediately retracting his hand and pulling his head from the crook of Steve's neck; concern for his partner plastered across his face, 'is everything ok?' Shawn softly questioned. Steve averted his eyes and slightly lowered his head in order to hide the mixture of blush and embarrassment growing on his face.

Shawn's heart momentarily sank; did Steve not find him attractive? Had Shawn mistaken what Steve felt was a short term relationship for something much more serious? Determined to shake the feeling of impending doom from his chest Shawn gently reached both of his hands up to Steve's face, cupping it in his hands and turning Steve's face towards his own, forcing their eyes to meet; Steve had never been the slightest bit scared while with Shawn and Shawn was desperate to find out what had suddenly changed. 'Steve, darling, what's the matter?'

Steve's eyes widened; was his anxiety really so painfully obvious? Attempting to hide his already noticeable fear from Shawn, Steve unconvincingly replied; 'nothing is wrong Shawn, I promise.' Shawn's understanding smile quickly fell into a frown as he spoke; 'Steve please don't lie to me' he began solemnly, 'your body practically turned to stone under my touch.' Before Steve could even think about replying, Shawn's head fell as he spoke in barely a whisper; 'you've never shrunk away from my touch before, is there something wrong with me-' Steve didn't let Shawn finish that thought; no matter how Steve was feeling he wouldn't for a second allow Shawn to believe he was anything less than perfect. 'No!' Steve abruptly interrupted before clearing his throat before continuing; 'of course not Shawn you're the most important thing in my life, it's just' Steve sighed before continuing, 'I'm-' Steve stopped. Shawn gently traced his thumb over Steve's jaw encouragingly, 'I'm a virgin Shawn and-' Steve averted his eyes from Shawn's gaze, 'and I don't want to disappoint you.'

A warm smile crept onto Shawn's face which Steve, with his logical thoughts clouded by his vulnerability, mistook for mocking; 'you probably think I'm being stupid ignore m-' Shawn cut him off by placing a long, passionate kiss on his lips. Only breaking the kiss to speak, keeping the man's face cupped in his hands, Shawn pulled away from Steve who was pouting at the loss of contact, 'Steve baby, you could never disappoint me, we don't have to do anything that you don't want to do.' Shawn once again reassuringly rubbed Steve's face with his thumb; 'all you have to do is say the word and I promise I'll make your first time perfect.'

Steve took a moment to think; he knew he wanted his first, and every other, time to be with Shawn, he knew there was no one else he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, the only person he wanted to experience everything with; but was he really ready to lose his virginity? Shawn pulled Steve from his thoughts; 'we don't have to do anything you don't want to Steve, we'll go at your own pace' Shawn reiterated warmly. The safety Steve felt with Shawn mixed with the steadily growing hardness in his pants led Steve to answer; Steve motioned Shawn closer to him in order to whisper into his ear, feeling too embarrassed to openly declare his answer. In a register almost too low to hear Steve softly whispered into Shawn's ear; 'please Shawn', 'please what baby?' Shawn replied; Steve blushed into Shawn's neck and began to reply, 'please be my first.'

Shawn smirked and once again began kissing Steve's neck; he felt so honoured that Steve trusted him enough to be his first. Slowly moving his kisses down Steve's body, eventually reaching his abdomen, Shawn grabbed Steve's hand as he glanced upwards towards the blushing man, 'promise me you'll tell me if it gets too much darlin'?' Shawn said, to which Steve quickly agreed.

Shawn began playing with the hem of Steve's pants, toying with the idea of removing the man's pants. Slowly unzipping Steve's pants, Shawn questioned 'is this still ok baby?' To which Steve quickly nodded. Humming in agreement Shawn effortlessly pulled Steve's pants down, the sound of them falling to his ankles echoing throughout the room. Shawn's eyes widened as Steve's member gracefully fell out of the pants which Shawn had removed; Shawn couldn't believe his eyes, it was so much bigger than he had ever imagined, he could barely stop himself from letting out a choked moan at the thought of Steve inside of him, stretching him out to fit his entire cock inside of him.

Shawn wanted nothing more than to take Steve right then and there but he knew now wasn't the time; he had all the time in the world to fall apart under the influence of Steve and his oversized manhood but today wasn't about that, today was about Shawn making Steve feel as good and as safe as humanly possible. 'Steve baby' he began, 'are you sure you're ready to do this? You know I won't hold it against you if you're not ready' Shawn spoke in a tender tone, almost terrified to even blink without Steve's go ahead; he was absolutely desperate to make this perfect for the man he loved. Steve's mouth formed a smile, both amused by and appreciative of Shawn's attentive nature; cupping Shawn's featured in his large, calloused hand Steve reassured Shawn; 'Shawn darlin', I trust you' he reassured with love filling his eyes.

Blushing softly, Shawn slowly wrapped a hand around the base of Steve's hardened cock, watching Steve's face for any hints of unease as he began allowing his hand to travel up and down the length of Steve at a steady pace. Instinctively Steve threw back his head, softly whimpering out; 'S-Shawn', to which Shawn replied in a gentle, lightly teasing voice; 'come on baby I know you can use your words for me.' With a deep blush adorning his face Steve stuttered out, 'it feels s-so good Shawn'; Shawn couldn't help the way his heart swelled with pride and adoration as his love was devolving into a gorgeous mess under him.

Steadily picking up the pace, Shawn spoke in a low register; 'you're doing so good for ol' Shawn baby.' The praise falling from Shawn's lips mixed with the elegant movements of his hand were more than enough to bring Steve close to the edge and in that moment he needed Shawn more than anything. Desperately, Steve brought his hand up from his body, frantically searching for Shawn's smaller, comforting hand. 'Shawn', Steve simultaneously whimpered and moaned out; Shawn immediately noticed the way Steve's hand searched for his like a moth in need of light just to feel whole, even if just for a moment. Without easing the pace of the hand wrapped around Steve, Shawn used his free hand to intertwine his fingers with Steve's, immediately putting the man at ease; 'I've got you baby, you're ok' he promised.

Squeezing Shawn's hand, Steve instantly felt a wave of ease wash over him, Shawn's touch always grounded Steve, it made him feel the safest he has ever felt. Subconsciously raising his hips as he felt himself nearing his climax, Steve let out a series of moans, reading as music to Shawn's ears. 'Shawn please I think I'm going to-' Steve's desperate plea was cut off by the feeling of Shawn's lips passionately meeting his; the mixture of Shawn's lips so passionately and tenderly against his mixed with the relenting pace of Shawn's hand pushed Steve over the edge.

As Steve's grip on Shawn's hand tightened, Shawn pulled his lips from Steve's in order to speak; 'there you go darlin', let it all out, Shawn's got you' Shawn whispered tenderly to Steve. The sound of Shawn's voice mixed with the overwhelming feeling of his climax at the hand of Shawn caused Steve's eyes to roll back into his head and a string of desperate moans to fall from his mouth.

Once Steve's climax had washed over him he loosened as his eyes fluttered open, a light blush on his face. After a brief moment of silence Shawn placed a gentle peck on Steve's lips before speaking; 'you did so good for me Steve' he hummed before standing up. Noticing Steve's face fall Shawn reassured him, 'don't worry sweetheart I'm just grabbing a towel to clean you up' he states, placing a small kiss on Steve's head.

Shawn entered his kitchen and quickly washed his hands, cleaning them of Steve's seed before grabbing a towel and re-entering the living room. 'I'm back bab-' Shawn cut himself off once he noticed that Steve had fallen asleep; chuckling, Shawn walked back over to the sleeping man, slowly and gently dabbing the towel over Steve's sensitive member. Despite Shawn's best attempt to not disturb Steve, each gentle wipe of the towel caused Steve's cock to lightly twitch, caused a breathy moan to fall from his lips. Once Shawn had cleaned his sleeping partner he gently guided Steve's pants back onto his legs before curling up next to the man, following him into a sleeping state.

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A/N >> Ok I hate this so much

#wwe #90s wwf #wwf #stone cold steve austin #steve austin #stone cold #heartbreakkid #heart break kid #heartbreak kid #hbk #shawn michaels

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xvi-the-tower · 2 years ago

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Blood and Cigarettes

Smut between Jasmine Faucher (my non-MC oc) and Ais from Touchstarved. Violence mention, blood mention, blowjob, vaginal penetration. ~1000 words

As the last roughneck crumpled to the ground at Jasmine's feet, she knelt down to wipe the blade of her knife on his clothes. Content that enough of the blood was was gone, she sheathed the knife on her belt with a breathy chuckle. How long had it been since she'd been in a fight like that?

Smiling, she stood, her gaze coming to rest on her partner in crime. Ais had sustained fewer bruises than she had. One could hardly tell he'd just been in a fight, but for the sheen of sweat on his brow and chest and the blood of his enemies on his fists. She found it impossible not to stare, and with the adrenaline still flowing through her pounding heart, she wanted him. Needed him.

Ais flexed his hands a moment before he caught her staring and crossed over the unconscious bodies to reach her. With him closer, she could see what was perhaps the only injury he'd sustained: a cut on his lip. "You alright, albatross?" he asked. "You look a little da--"

Before he could finish speaking, she was on him, her hands clutching his vest, lips crushed against his. He hesitated just a moment--likely from surprise--before his hands found her hips and he pulled her against him. Their mouths worked in tandem, moved by hunger and urgency. She could taste his blood and last cigarette on her tongue, and it heated her somehow further.

While they kissed, her fingertips skated over the exposed skin of his chest, scratching lightly. When her hands found the waistband of his pants, she pulled away from the kiss just long enough to breathe, "Fuck, you're sexy," against his lips.

A dirty alleyway filled with beaten, unconscious bodies wasn't exactly romantic, but she wasn't going for romance. It had been too long since she'd had anyone but her own hand, and she needed heat.

Jasmine deftly undid his pants, fingers nimble from years of theft. His cock was half hard already, but it seemed he needed some additional coaxing. In just a few more seconds, his cock was freed from his pants and underwear. He groaned as she took him in her hand, then again as she bit his lower lip. "You don't waste any time, do you?" he asked with a smirk.

She smiled impishly, her hand stroking his member. "I don't see you complaining."

"Did that sound like a complaint?"

Keeping her eyes on his, she sank to her knees. The rough ground bit into her skin, but she didn't care. All that mattered was seeing him come undone. Slowly at first, she took him into her mouth. He was almost too big, but she managed to slip her lips over the head and down part of the shaft. Letting her saliva flow freely, she began to bob her head back and forth. Her hand moved in time with her mouth over the base. Ais' fingers tangled into her hair. He leaned against the wall, his head tilted back in pleasure.

After a few minutes, he tightened his grip on her hair to stop her movements. "Alright, sweetheart. That's enough." He tugged her hair just hard enough to make her stand and meet his lips again. Ais turned them so she was pressed against the wall. In one quick motion, he tore open the front of her blouse, sending buttons skittering across the ground and exposing her breasts to the cool night air. He pinned her arms above her head, holding them with one strong hand while the other tweaked and pinched one of her nipples.

She writhed against him. "Please," she begged quietly. "Fuck me!"

Ais nipped at her earlobe, taking her earring briefly beneath his teeth. "Of course, sweetheart."

He lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his tapered waist, and she was glad she'd worn a short skirt that day. The silk panel of her underwear was easily moved aside, allowing him to slide into her. He didn't waste time with a slow build up, nor did he need to with how wet she was. Immediately, he began to thrust into her with fast, hard strokes that pressed her into the wall.

She kept as quiet as she could, but he felt too good for her to stay completely silent. The alley was filled with his soft grunts and her panting as he bored into her over and over again. Her hands found their way under his vest, and she dug her nails into the skin of his back. She thought she felt his tattoo writhe beneath one of her hands, but she wasn't certain.

When she felt her orgasm approaching, she dug her nails in harder and sunk her teeth into his shoulder to stifle her cries. She was awash in ecstasy, his flesh the only thing keeping the whole block from hearing her. Still, he kept going, prolonging her orgasm until she felt him spill into her.

He slowed to a stop, leaning against Jasmine and the wall while he caught his breath. She tested her head on his shoulder, reveling in the feeling of their bodies entwined.

After a moment he let her down to her feet and gave her a lingering kiss. Pulling away, she gestured to her torn blouse and raised an eyebrow at him. "Really?" she asked.

His lips turned up into that smug smirk he seemed to wear so often. "What? I think it looks better this way." Even as he finished speaking, he undid the belt at his waist so he could remove his haori and drape it over her shoulders. She pulled it tightly around herself. It was warm and smelled like him, so really she couldn't complain. If he was cold without it, he didn't show it.

He gestured to the end of the alleyway. "I'll walk you home. They say these streets are dangerous at night."

She chuckled, knowing that the biggest bruise he'd gotten that evening was probably from her teeth. "Weirdly enough, I'm not too worried."

#jasmine faucher #touchstarved #ais touchstarved #smut #non-mc oc

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universeinapen · 2 years ago

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With All My Heart

“And the chicken penne for you.” The waiter set down a large plate of cheese-coated pasta with grilled chicken mixed in right in front of me. On the other side of the table was a plate of steak and looking up was my friend, Angel. She smiled at me before moving to cut up her food. I smiled back at her.

After thanking the waiter we ate in silence for a little while. Occasionally, Angel would glance up at me from her food. She would mention something about another table nearby or give an awkward, hand-covering-her-mouth smile when the waiter asks if everything is going well.

The latter moment stuck with me. The way she glanced at the waiter with a hint of panic in her eyes, her mouth full of steak that she had just taken a bite of. I found myself smiling at her.

After that, we began to talk. We gossiped about the people at our work, talked about our plans this weekend, and we smiled at a toddler who wandered up to our table and babbled about a toy she had.

Angel laughed at what I said, her head tilting back and her hair falling away from her face. Rose colored her cheeks and her shoulders shook with her laughter. For some reason, I can no longer breathe properly.

That’s been happening for a while now. Angel would do something so small and random but suddenly, my chest would constrict and breathing would become difficult. I’d find myself staring at her until the feeling would pass or when I’d remember about the other people that we were hanging out with.

Half of my chicken penne remained untouched. I’ve distracted myself to the point where I’ve forgotten to eat.

“Hey, don’t make it obvious but look at the guy sitting at the bar over there,” Angel nodded over in the direction of the bar with a guy working on his laptop. He sat alone with gaps on either side of him.

“Okay? He sure is working.”

“Isn’t he cute? Even just a little bit?”

Now I couldn’t breathe again. My chest constricted tighter this time and my stomach sank into the void. I couldn’t describe what I’m feeling now, but it wasn’t good. Glancing between Angel and the guy, I felt something burning in my soul.

No. I can’t. That can’t be the reason why. My gaze drifted back up to Angel again, who seemed to be gauging my reaction to what she said. There was a hammer in my chest and it won’t stop rattling my heart around.

A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes shone in the dim lighting of the restaurant and I don’t think that my food will be finished any time soon.

“I,” I start, trying to figure out how to control my expressions. “He looks okay.”

“Yeah, too bad you’re cuter.”

A blush spread across her face just as mine heated up to a burning red. I couldn’t help but laugh at how out-of-nowhere that statement was. Yet, as the laughter faded away, the panic was back in her eyes. My smile fell away.

“I like you, Lily.”

“And you’re telling me at an Applebee's?”

“Why do you think I asked you here?”

“Did you try to make me jealous with the guy over there,” I threw a thumb over my shoulder, gesturing to my location.

“Maybe.”

“Well,” my heart is still beating as fast as a plane flying overhead. I can’t stop thinking about all the things I’ve noticed tonight or the way this is the first time I’ve seen Angel this nervous in a very long time. “It worked.”

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allhailqueenb-blog1 · 7 months ago

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Rebirth OF The Treacherous Official's Madam

Chapter 91

Xun Che said with a smile: "It's not like I haven't said it to my face. In fact, Xun Yan's contingency plan can be regarded as a strong man's decision to cut off his wrist. If he really changes his place and is constrained to this point, I don't dare to say that I He must be better than her."

"You won't change places with her." Yu Lingxin curled her lips, turned around, faced Xun Che, and stretched out her hand to pull his collar, "No matter how many scheming thoughts Xun Yan has, he will always focus on it." On the road to evil, to put it bluntly, she is too high-minded, thinking that she can count all the people in the world and leave nothing behind. If she really sees things clearly, she will not plan to join forces with Ruiyang, the Zhu family, and others. The good eldest daughter of the Xun family has been tortured until now. "

After a pause, she looked up at him again, "Then what happens next? Her carriage overturned at the end of October. Why did you delay for so long and didn't come back? You didn't send me a word back. Do you know how worried I am?" you."

Xun Che reached out to clasp both of her hands in his palms, and whispered: "This month, I have been traveling back and forth between Liuzhou and Jizhou. When Xun Yan is in such a situation, I naturally want to help her get through the second half of her life. Done enough, things are really chaotic outside, I thought, since I have a letter to Jincheng, you can probably know that I am safe. "

After a pause, he continued: "The most important thing is that if Xun Yan had not really fallen into the river, she would have had no other way out of this dangerous move. She could only be completely tied to Ruiyang and the Zhu family. Since I can send People monitor the Jiang family and secretly keep an eye on the Youjiang Prince's Palace and the Zhu family. Who knows that they are not watching me? So this month, even if I give you any news, it is just to say peace, but if I bring you something. Unnecessary attention makes it difficult for me outside, you know?”

Yu Lingxin breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her eyes: "Probably. It's not that I don't understand the truth, but I just..."

"You just miss me, I know." Xun Che's voice became softer, and he took her hand and kissed her on the mouth, "My father will be back tomorrow. It's time for our affairs to make progress."

"But my dad..." Yu Lingxin frowned slightly when she mentioned this matter, "He seems..."

Xun Che's eyes flashed slightly: "Yes, I know."

Chapter 90 Dense ink and color

After he said that sentence, there was nothing more to say.

Yu Lingxin waited a moment, then asked again: "So?"

Xun Che hugged her shoulders and said harmoniously: "So, I will naturally try to please my father-in-law. You don't have to worry about this. As long as, ahem, as long as you are not tempted by the 'world-famous Qingliu Bachelor' good."

Yu Lingxin heard something slightly strange in his voice, and couldn't help but be very surprised: "You are actually worried--"

Xun Che turned away his eyes sarcastically: "Qi Ke can't be considered a good match. My father-in-law is also very discerning. Seriously speaking, if you had followed him in your last life, it would have been much better than following me. In terms of reputation, Even when it comes to career and everything..."

Yu Ling's heart sank and she did not speak, but looked straight at Xun Che.

Xun Che turned his gaze back and saw the serious look on Yu Lingxin's face, so he felt a little conscious of his mistake and added after careful consideration: "I didn't mean anything else. I just arrived in the capital this morning and I heard about my father-in-law's incident. Arrangement, so come here in a hurry. I-I know that you just have to follow your father-in-law’s wishes and come out to see you. Even if I don’t come, there will be no change in you. "

"Shenzhi," Yu Ling breathed a sigh of relief and took the initiative to reach out and caress his face, "Do you remember what I said to Jinrou in Qinghongxuan at that time?"

Xun Che's expression couldn't help but pause slightly: "You mean-"

"In my eyes, there is no one better than you in this world." Yu Lingxin looked into his eyes and said slowly and clearly, "No matter the past or present life, no matter what others say about you, or what others say about you, What kind of reputation does it have, in my opinion?" She paused for a moment, the smile on her lips gradually opened, and she repeated again, "No one is better than you, I only like you."

"Hui Jun." The resourceful Prince Xun didn't know what else to say at this moment. He had experienced all kinds of swords, mountains and fires, winds, rains and thunders, and even tragic changes in life and death. However, the smile and eyes of the girl in front of him were gentle and firm, which made him have a moment. Aphasia.

Nothing more could be said was superfluous, and nothing could express his emotion and joy at this moment. In the end, Xun Che just gently reached out and took Yu Lingxin into his arms again.

And when she reached out to hug him back, Xun Che felt more and more that he didn't need to say anything. She was the only person in the world who trusted him the most and understood him best.

It was almost noon, and the young people who had been outside for about half an hour returned to the side hall where they were having tea. Old Mrs. Yu and Ming Huayue had been chatting and laughing for a long time. The sudden closeness and relaxation made Yu Boxheng aware of Ming Huayue's clear intentions of goodwill. Although he was still a little puzzled, hearing Ming Huayue's words reveal his true love for Yu Ling, he also It still made Yu Boxheng feel a little complicated.

When the children all came back one by one, Yu Boxheng looked at the order of everyone entering, and his expression became even more subtle as they spoke.

But Su's eyes lit up a little. Listening to the way Ming Huayue talked to the old lady just now, it was clear that Mrs. Wen'an Hou liked the older girl very much. Looking at what the children said when they came back, it was clear that Yu Lingxin was with Ming Jinrou, while Yu Yunxin and Yu Zhengshan went to appreciate the plum blossoms with Xun Ying, Xun Cong, and Qi Ke.

If the eldest girl has no fate with Mr. Qi, can the second girl consider it?

In short, at the end of this very unnatural encounter at Kyofuji Temple, almost everyone had different thoughts and calculations on their way home, either disappointed, satisfied, or mentally active. . Some things seem clearer, others less certain.

But at this time, on the third day of the twelfth lunar month, just the third day after Marquis Wen'an returned to the capital, a message from the Zhu family of Cheng'en Palace directly attracted everyone in the capital, from the Tian family royal family to the ministers. The gazes and attention of all officials, down to the common people, added another layer of color to the ups and downs of the Tianxu years——

Zhu Yifeng, the second son of the Zhu family, claimed to have rescued a young girl on the bank of Yunjiang River. The girl had a serious brain injury, so she could not remember past events and did not know her identity while recovering from the injury.

But the Zhu family heard that the girl had a Beijing accent, so they treated her with courtesy. After treatment, she was brought back to the capital. Now someone recognized her appearance and looked like Xun Yan, the eldest daughter of the second wife of the Xun family, and invited the Xun family to come and recognize her.

As soon as this incident came out, the incident about "Prince Wen'an's murder of his cousin", which had been widely circulated in Beijing, was immediately brought up for comparison. After a rough calculation of the time, it was indeed completely consistent.

For a time, Xun Che's name was also regarded as "famous in Beijing", and everyone was discussing the truth of this matter.

Originally, Xunyan said that he had a brain injury, could not remember things, and even did not know his identity, which was already extremely bizarre. However, there are several cases of similar situations recorded in ancient medical classics, so it is not easy to say whether it is true or not. It's just that since she said she couldn't remember things, she didn't know if she was the real Xun Yan, and she couldn't tell the truth about her accident.

Therefore, among the rumors, people often focus not on the innocence and reputation of Xun Yan after Zhu Ergong saved Xun Yan for a month now, but more on the truth of Xun Yan. How he fell into the river and was injured, whether he was harmed by Xun Che, etc.

As for the Zhu family's stance in this matter, it is also very subtle.

Because of the way the news spread, Mrs. Chengen invited several noble ladies from the capital to come over for tea and ask people to identify Xun Yan, who had recovered from his injuries but still "can't remember things."

The conversation naturally brought out how his son was kind-hearted in saving the girl in the river and how he treated her with courtesy. He even took the initiative to mention that if the girl's family could not be found, or if the family's attitude towards the girl was There are doubts about the innocence of Zhu Ergong. He is willing to be a good person to the end and marry the matchmaker.

Such a high-spirited and honest man is simply an unparalleled gentleman that can only be seen in the legends of the story. Although the second young master is a concubine, he is also a serious son of Duke Cheng'en, and he still has a great reputation. Why would he marry a girl saved by Jiang Zhong?

This level of bizarreness is comparable to what is sung on the stage, where the embroidered building throws colorful balls to attract a son-in-law, and the general who captures the enemy in front of the battle array becomes the son-in-law.

Of course, when someone recognizes that the so-called unknown girl is the eldest daughter of the second wife of Wen'an Hou Mansion, the matter will become more complicated.

Did the Zhu family really fail to recognize Xun Yan?

Even though Xun Ying did live more in the Jiang family in Liuzhou when she was a child, and she did not move around Beijing as frequently as Xun Ying, the second daughter of the eldest family, the beauty of the Xun family girls is still somewhat similar.

If the Zhu family really doesn’t know, that’s all. If they know...

In short, during the three days from the third to the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, in addition to the lively chatter and numerous gossips throughout the capital, everyone was also waiting for the Xun family's official response.

There were even some impatient and close friends who wanted to come and ask on the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, but the reply they got was that no outsiders were allowed in the house for the time being.

#RebirthOfTheTreacherousOfficialsMadam #Reincarnation #ChineseNovels

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sacredsnape · 2 years ago

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Hi lovely ♡♡

Can I please request a soft smut oneshot where Snape's girlfriend is a virgin and he's super sweet and gentle with her during their first time? Thank you!

Hi anon <3 thank you for this cute (and smutty) request!

Genre: smut

Warnings: soft dom!Sev, sub!reader, praise kink, size kink, loss of virginity, experienced Sev, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, gentle sex, aftercare, mentions of masturbation

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You've been dating Severus for about five months now, yet the furthest you've ever gone with him is a handful of heated makeout sessions and groping random parts of each other.

You craved him; you wanted to feel more than just his lips kissing your neck and his large hand squeezing your thighs. You wanted to feel him, all of him.

However, you were a virgin and frankly too embarrassed to tell Severus this.

To suffice, you created the habit of waiting until he went to bed to masturbate; you'd sprawl out on the sofa and slip two fingers inside of your aching core, your free hand clamped over your mouth as you stifled your moans, imagining that it was Severus's big cock thrusting into you instead.

You knew that he was big, judging by the visible imprint in his trousers and sweatpants. This made you even more nervous to talk to him about having sex, as you were scared that it would hurt.

However, everything changed one fateful October evening, when you and Severus were snuggling closely in your shared chambers at Hogwarts.

He was reading to you, his slender fingers combing through your hair as the deep timbre of his voice lulled you. Being so close to him and inhaling his strong, sweet scent whilst being kept warm by his body heat and the fireplace in the corner, caused a pool of heat to begin to build in the pit of your stomach.

"Sev?" you mumbled, biting your lip as your boyfriend made eye contact with you. His dark eyes and intense gaze always turned you into a puddle.

"Yes, my sweet girl?" he smiled, placing a bookmark on the page he had left off on. He set the book to the side and awaited your response, his smile only growing.

He placed a hand on your cheek and leaned forward to kiss you, and you audibly whimpered, already so worked up from desiring him for so long.

"Oh?" Severus cocked an eyebrow at you, smirking. "Someone likes being kissed." He pressed his lips to your cheek and you giggled, his words ebbing away some of your anxiety.

"I um," you began, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, darling," Severus replied, laying back to look at you.

You inhaled deeply, summoning up all of your courage before meekly asking him, "Would it bother you if I was a virgin?"

Severus made a face of surprise, clearly taken aback by your question. Your heart sank; Severus hummed thoughtfully for a moment before he shook his head.

"It wouldn't bother me at all, sweetheart. Why are you asking? Is it because you're a-"

"Yes," you cut in, your cheeks flushed red. "I am, and I want to have sex with you if that's okay."

You said this all very quickly, yet Severus managed to catch every word.

"Yeah? My pretty girl wants to have sex with me?" he chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours. Your breath hitched and you licked your lips, nodding shyly.

"I'm just scared that it'll hurt, and I don't want to disappoint you or anything because I won't know what I'm doing," you confessed, your heart pounding as Severus's fingers trailed along the column of your throat. You wouldn't be surprised if he could feel your rapid pulse in your throat.

"I'll be gentle with you, love," Severus promised, his fingers enclosing around your chin. He tilted your head up and pressed his lips to yours, making you whimper again.

"I've only had sex once before," Severus said as he pulled away, "and I promise to make your first time special."

If you weren't so unbelievably horny right now, you would've cried out of gratefulness for Severus.

"Thank you," you whispered, your words being swallowed as Severus returned his mouth to yours.

He rolled on top of you, holding himself up with his arms. He kissed you deeply, slowly, his clothed knee gently pressing in between your legs.

You gasped against his mouth, the new friction sending a new wave of arousal through you. "Sev," you whined, your chest heaving as he applied more pressure with his knee.

"Does that feel good?" he asked you huskily. He sounded and looked so good, his eyes half-lidded and his lips parted. A light blush colored his sallow skin, and his hair was disheveled from laying down earlier.

"It feels really good," you answered, trying your hardest not to grind against his knee. You wanted to make the moment last and come all over his cock, not his knee.

Severus lowered himself and pressed his body flush to yours, enveloping you in his warmth. His hand found its way between your legs and he pressed two fingers against your sweatpants, his eyes widening when he felt that they were soaked.

"Gosh, baby, you're already dripping," he murmured, sounding amazed. "I want to taste you."

"You want to taste me?" you asked him, breathless.

Severus nodded, pecking your cheek. "Only if you want me to, baby. I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

"I want you to do it," you said, feeling more confident now. You made to tug your bottoms off but Severus stopped you.

"I'll take everything off, okay? Just relax." He smiled at you and carefully slid your top off over your head, moaning softly as he saw your breasts for the first time.

"So pretty," he admired, leaving wet kisses all across your chest. He licked one of your hardening nipples and you cried out, pulling on his hair.

"Aw, is my precious girl sensitive?" Severus cooed, beginning to tug down your sweatpants and underwear.

"Yes," you whimpered, squirming underneath him as he continued to work his tongue and mouth on your breasts.

He sucked and licked, drawing the prettiest sounds from you as you pulled on his hair. His tongue was so good, and you couldn't wait to feel it in other places.

"Spread your legs," Severus instructed you and you listened, spreading your legs as wide as you could. He removed the remainder of your clothing and then set back on his heels, admiring your nude body.

"You're a work of art," he sighed dreamily, laying down on his stomach. He placed your legs over his shoulders, gingerly kissing your inner thighs.

"I'm so wet for you," you blushed, timidly rubbing your clit and moaning quietly. Severus watched you, an almost hungry look in his eyes. You looked away, becoming flustered under his gaze.

"Do you want me to make love to you with my tongue, princess?" Severus asked you, his face inching closer to your pussy.

You nodded eagerly, spreading your folds for him with two fingers.

"I can't hear you, doll. Use your words."

You huffed and pouted at him, and Severus smirked in amusement. "I want you to make love to me with your tongue," you stated, loud and clear.

"Good girl," Severus praised, his lips trailing along the apex of your thighs. You were trembling with excitement, knotting your fingers in his thick hair and waiting for him to press his tongue against your-

"Oh," you gasped softly when Severus pressed his tongue flat against your slit. It was a feeling like no other; his tongue was warm and heavy against you, and your fingers faltered on your clit, too stunned by the new feeling of pleasure to continue.

"Feel good?" Severus asked you, his voice muffled. He had his face completely pressed into you, his nose nudging against your clit.

You tried to speak, but no sound came out. Instead, you released a shaky moan that let Severus know that it indeed felt good.

Severus licked a long stripe from your entrance to clit and you cried out, your thighs clamping tightly around his head.

"Relax, angel," he comforted you, pulling himself free from the confinements of your thighs. You caught a glimpse of his shiny, wet lips and moaned shamelessly, aroused at the fact that he had you all over his lips.

"Sev, Sev," you mumbled, your brain feeling fuzzy as you struggled to take all of the new pleasure at once.

"Baby, baby," Severus laughed in response, sucking lightly on your clit. Your back arched off of the bed and your entire body shook, your eyes slamming closed.

"Your pussy is so pretty, Y/N. It tastes even better," Severus moaned appreciatively, licking your clit enthusiastically. "You're such a good girl for me."

"I'm your good girl," you breathed, your sentence being broken by your own moans. You clenched hopelessly around nothing and you whined.

"What is it?" Severus questioned as he heard you whine. "Tell me, pretty baby."

"Need something inside of me," you pouted, looking down at Severus and gasping at the sight between your thighs; his tongue was splayed out across your swollen clit, his face set with concentration.

You wanted to engrave the image into your mind and keep it there forever.

"Of course you do. My angel knows what she wants." Severus pressed a loving kiss to your clit before dragging his fingers along your slit, coating them in your arousal.

"I'm going to put a finger inside of you, okay? Tell me if it hurts at all," Severus warned you, positioning his finger at your entrance.

You debated on telling him that you've fingered yourself before and that you were used to the feeling, but you didn't want to ruin the moment for him. You simply nodded and spread your legs wider, causing them to ache in the new position that they were in.

Severus slowly slipped one finger inside of you, massaging your walls with it. It was such a familiar feeling, reminding you of the times you'd fuck yourself delirious on the sofa.

"More," you pleaded, craving more friction and feeling. You played with Severus's locks, loving the way that his hair framed his face.

"Eager baby," Severus hummed, kissing your clit again for good measure. "Are you sure?"

"Please, Sev."

Severus carefully inserted another finger and the stretch was wonderful. You felt yourself spasming around him as he resumed licking your clit, his fingers working in and out of you at a steady pace.

A familiar tightness began to coil in your lower stomach and you tapped on Severus's arm, moaning weakly.

"I'm close, but I don't want to come on your fingers," you panted, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "I want- I want to come on your cock."

Severus's tongue halted on your clit and his fingers stopped moving. He raised his eyebrows at you, his lips curving into a smirk.

"Okay, beautiful. I'll give you my cock." Severus pulled away, removing his fingers from your pussy. You felt achingly empty and pulled Severus towards you by his hips, kissing him desperately. You could taste yourself, and you tasted almost sweet.

"Want you to fuck me. Please please please," you begged, nearly in tears from how badly you wanted him.

"I need you to tell me if anything hurts, okay?" Severus told you as he worked on removing his clothing. He slid off his coat first and you reached out to feel his rough, scarred skin, sitting up to kiss and worship his chest. Severus groaned softly, stroking your hair as he watched you with eyes full of love.

Your hands fell to the buttons of his trousers and you looked up at him through your lashes, wordlessly asking him if you could take his trousers off for him.

Severus nodded, watching with bated breath as you unbuttoned his trousers. You slid them down past his thighs, tentatively reaching out a hand to cup his hard length over his boxers.

He was so big, and he throbbed against your hand as you palmed his cock curiously.

"What if it doesn't fit?" you worriedly asked Severus as you pulled his boxers down, your eyes widening as his cock sprang free. The head leaked pre-cum and a long, thick vein ran along the underside of his shaft; overall, he was long and oh so thick, and your mouth practically watered at the sight of him.

"We'll make it fit, sweetheart," Severus assured you, leaning down to kiss you. He kept his lips on yours as he pressed you back into the bed, grabbing your thighs and placing your legs around his small waist.

He gathered some of your wetness on his fingers, lathering his cock in it. Your chest was rising and falling quickly, anticipating the moment that Severus finally slipped inside of you.

"Ready?" Severus murmured as he lined himself up with your entrance, breathing heavily. He was struggling to compose himself, already on the brink of coming undone just from seeing you laid out for him.

"Ready," you confirmed, planting a kiss on his nose and then the corner of his mouth. "I love you."

"I love you more, darling," Severus replied tenderly. You were about to protest that you loved him more, when the head of his cock slipped past your folds and you fell silent.

"Deep breaths, sunshine," he whispered, caressing your face. You took deep breaths, your brow drawn tight. "There you go, just like that."

Severus slipped in inch by inch, tracing the shape of a heart onto your cheek with his nose. You giggled, hooking your arms around the back of his neck and waiting for him to bottom out.

When he did, you and him moaned in unison. You were being stretched in every way possible, your walls expanding to fit all of him. His cock fit inside you so perfectly, like it was meant to be there.

"S-Sev," you stammered, clawing lightly at his back. You felt so good and so full that breathing normally almost became an impossible task.

"I know, baby, I know," Severus soothed you, his thumb rubbing circles into your clit to ease you up. "Tell me when to move."

You raked your nails up and down his back, concentrating on your breathing and the pressure already building in your stomach. You felt like the head of his cock was hitting your cervix, or maybe you were just imagining things because you were so aroused.

Either way, you wondered how you could have gone so long without Severus buried deep inside of you.

"You can move now, handsome," you let Severus know, smiling up at him and stroking his cheek.

Severus nodded swiftly, pulling out and pushing back in, cursing at how good and warm you felt around him.

"You feel incredible," he whimpered, thrusting gently in and out of you. "You're so perfect."

You bit slightly into his shoulder, causing him to hiss out in pain. He snapped his hips against yours and you let out a feeble cry, muffling your moans as you hid your face in his shoulder.

"Someone's shy." Severus pulled you closer, thrusting into you at the perfect pace and angle. "You're too cute."

You felt swallowed whole by Severus being on top of you, his cock reaching so deep. You rolled your head back onto your pillow, giving Severus a full view of your blissed-out expression.

"It feels so good," you moaned to him, reaching around for his hand. His hand that wasn't on your clit found yours, and he held your hand as he filled your senses with nothing but him.

"You're taking me so well, love. You're absolutely gorgeous," Severus groaned, rubbing faster circles into your clit. "My good girl, the best girl."

Your heart swelled at his praise, rocking your hips in time with his. He thrusted faster yet remained gentle, not wanting to hurt you.

"You're so deep. I can feel you in my tummy," you said with an airy giggle, already feeling so fucked out. The sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin and gruff moans filled your ears, and it's all you wanted to hear for the rest of your life.

"Mmm," Severus hummed in response, leaning into your neck and kissing the skin there. He grabbed your hand and pressed it down on your tummy, and you gasped when you actually felt him there.

"I'm going to fill you up. Would you like that, honey?" Severus thrusted firmly to emphasize his words.

"God, yes. Please, I'm so close." Your legs trembled around his waist and you kissed him needily, the tip of your tongue brushing against his.

Severus rubbed your clit hard and fast, his skin shining with sweat from his extertion. He pulled your legs against his chest and the new angle made your eyes flutter. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm coming."

You felt Severus release inside of you, his warm seed filling you to the brim. It was an amazing feeling, and it made you feel even more connected and close with him.

"Me too, fuck!" you cursed, your mouth falling open in a harsh moan of Severus's name. You came hard, squeezing around his cock and draining him of every last drop of his cum. Orgasmic bliss coursed through you and your entire body convulsed, creaming all over him.

Severus's fingers slowed on your clit until you were whimpering and clutching onto him, all the breath knocked out of you.

"I loved that so much," you admitted cheekily, your inner thighs sticky and wet as yours and Severus's cum dripped out of you.

"I'm so glad that you did. You were so good for me." Severus smothered your face in kisses, rolling his hips into you once more before pulling out, rubbing the head of his dripping cock on your overstimulated clit.

You whined at the overstimulation and Severus shushed you with a kiss, picking you up in his arms.

"I'll run us a bath and we'll snuggle afterwards, yeah?" Severus suggested, securing you in his arms so that you wouldn't fall.

You agreed and Severus carried you into the bathroom, setting you down on the bathroom counter and turning on the bath. He filled it with colorful bubbles, waited until it was warm enough, and then you and him got in.

You pressed your back to his chest and let his hands wander, grinning when he began to massage your thighs.

"I love you more, by the way," you said as Severus washed your hair with a sweet smelling shampoo.

Severus playfully rolled his eyes and grinned, holding you close. "I beg to differ, but I'll let you win this time, beautiful."

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