#things feel good for as long as the delusion holds

[gatorbites-imagines]

Friedrich getting 'infected' by proximity and becoming obsessed with dhampir reader?

Friedrich Harding x Dhampir male reader

Ficlet

I can’t deny I felt myself drawn to Friedrich, and it’s not just cuz its Aaron Taylor-Johnson playing him. The scene in the mausoleum… was something. This takes place somewhere after anna and the daughters die, but before Friedrich, well, you know. Tried to really go with the handsome mysterious vampire vibe here.

Hope this meets the “intro to obsession” vibe I was going for. I had a lot of fun writing this, would honestly love to write a part 2, if y’all are interested…

Nosfertatu 2024 spoilers ig

The plague was ransacking Wisborg, people dying by the dozen, bodies littering the streets faster than they could be moved away. Rats ran around, running about peoples feet, some even climbing up pedestrians legs if they could.

But Friedrich could not find it in himself to care. After his sweet Anna was gone, his beautiful daughters too, taken by this plague, for he still did not believe that it was some demon that took them. That was simply the ramblings of a woman who should have been locked away a long time ago. The alcohol on his tongue was sour like his thoughts. He truly should have convinced Thomas of turning his eyes onto another woman all that time ago.

Friedrich was not at his estate. He knew that would be the first place Thomas would find him, along with the two doctors who only played into the delusion. He simply couldn’t stand being in their presence right now, not after burying his beloved Anna and their daughters.

His eyes were bloodshot, throat raw from all his sobbing and weeping. He had not even changed out of the clothing he had worn to their funeral. The keeper of the bar he had found, had left the bottle with him after he had pair, deciding to return to the safety of their home, and not be stuck here with Friedrich.

The door of the establishment opened with a creak, cold air seeming to flood the room. What few candles stood about flickered before snuffing out, the room suddenly so cold that Friedrich’s breath was making vapors as a horrible cold sank into his bones.

The moment Friedrich turned his head, still so heavy and weary, the room seemed to warm up again, the candles flickering back on, the flame stronger and brighter than before. A man stood in the door, tall and broad in a way that spoke of good lineage, of a healthy diet, someone rich enough to eat enough to grow tall.

The clothing was similar, but not what was popular in Germany, but rather what you would see the upper class of the kingdom of Great Britain would wear. Most of it, at least. Down the middle of his coat, was stitching’s and details that felt like it was from somewhere else. It made Friedrich think of the few traders he had met from Romania.

What was most peculiar, was the mans eyewear. They looked like Windsor glasses, but the glass was tinted red. Not a dull weak red that most craftsmen could achieve, but a red so vibrant that the shades almost seemed to glow in the mans shadow. Last but not least, was the cane the man was holding. Polished and dark, with a pommel shaped like that seemed to be a bat of all things.

A feeling started filling the room as the men stepped closer to the mourning widow, the door slamming shut behind the mysterious man as if the wind itself as pulled it, his polished shoes and heels clicking across the flooring as he neared.

His walk was graceful, as if his feet were not touching the ground as he moved, like the weight of the world was not holding him down like everyone else. The world so heavy that Friedrich wanted it to swallow him whole.

A shiver that felt both molten and freezing ran down Friedrichs spine, as this graceful man sat down beside him on another stool at the door, the ship merchant finding himself almost bewitched as the unknown man pulled off his skintight leather gloves. It felt almost promiscuous, the way the gloves slowly pulled off his fingers and folded up so neatly on the bar top.

“You would not mind if I joined you for a drink, would you, Herr?” he finally spoke, his voice purred and accented, like a big fancily dressed feline, perhaps like one of those lions Friedrich had heard of. The voice was accented, something British mixed with Romanian. Seemingly out of nowhere, a crystal glass was in front of him, the mans eyes hidden behind the tinted glass of his special eyewear, but Friedrich felt like a mouse before a cat, like he was seeing someone greater than himself.

“N… not at all” he finally mustered out, voice gasped and breathless, like something besides his heavy grief was weighing on his lungs. The bottle of whatever alcohol Friedrich had bought in his blind grief felt heavy in his clammy hands as he pulled the stopper, turning it to pour it into the mans glass.

Friedrich could not wrench his eyes from the tall mans face, he felt almost bewitched. It felt like when he would look at Anna, but… more. Anna was always his beloved beautiful wife, who made him feel like an animal at times with how much he yearned her. But with her, he was the wolf, the hunter, and her his fluffy rabbit.

But now, he felt meek, sensitive, the hairs on his skin standing on end. Friedrich felt spit pool in his mouth as his sudden companion lifted the now filled glass, slowly bringing it to his plush lips, the bop of his throat as he swallowed making sweat gather on the merchant’s brow.

The beating of his heart was loud in his ears, Friedrichs hands twitching on the bar top in a need to wipe them on his trousers, but under this man’s attention he felt stuck as if he was submerged in stone or ice. His smile was… so beautiful. Dizzying, like alcohol and tobacco, like the medicines that made your world spin and colors dance before your ears.

Some of the man’s teeth were sharp, sharper than any Friedrich had ever seen, but his attention was stuck on the way his tongue flicked across his bottom lip to catch any stray drops of alcohol.

“You seemed burdened by a great weight, my friend” he purred, placing the now empty glass down, just to reach upper and take Friedrichs chin between his pointer and thumb. A loud shaky exhale left Friedrich, his Adams apple bouncing as he swallowed, his insides burning at such a small touch.

“I… I lost my wife… my daughters. To this plague” he gasped, the words wrenching from his chest like his daughters wrenching the favorite doll from each other’s hands. Why did he say that? spill such a painful fact to a complete stranger.

“You have my deepest condolences” his accented voice cooed, like one would coo at a small pitiful animal. Yet, Friedrich did not feel put down by the tone of voice, instead his very heart seemed to pump twice as fast as something like euphoria flooded his veins. The very attention of this man had Friedrich feeling more alive than any other moment of his life.

“It saddens me that my father’s obsession should take such important beings from you. I will find a way to repay you, anything you may want. You simply come find me, when you know what that is” his almost erotic voice rolled, his face drawing closer and closer to Friedrichs.

He knew he should pull away, claim disgust and horror of a man, and a strange at that, drawing so close, just after his wife had been put away in the mausoleum. But Friedrichs blood rushed, both to his face and downwards, his lips parting in a soft hungry gasp as his eyelids drooped.

The mans lips were cold, but not as cold as a corpses. Cold, like when you just got in from the pouring rain and you were soaked to the bone. His tongue tasted metallic, salty almost, mixed with the minty flavor of pastils. The kind a man would use to fix his breath.

It should have disgusted Friedrich, yet he found himself arching into it with a needy hungry whimper, a noise his sweet Anna never had drawn from him. The merchant wanted to grasp onto this man, to devour his tongue and mouth in ways he never dared with Anna, to climb upon him and be taken in ways he had only heard shamefully spoken of by others.

Pure ecstasy, what must be a taste of heaven, enough for Friedrich to fear he would spill in his trousers like a fool. Addicting, more than any drug. But just as he was about to indulge himself, the man pulled away, his grin wider and more akin to the demon paintings of the churches.

His teeth were painted red, his tongue flicking across his sharp fangs. His tongue seemed sharper and longer than the average person, but Friedrich felt nothing but want. In his hazy state, Friedrich did not even see him leave. One moment he was there, the next, gone, the door of the establishment wide open and the candles put out.

Rats ran by the door, yet none entered, as if there was a barrier in the way. It was only now that Friedrich felt the ache of his tongue, his hand clumsily reaching up and brushing against it, drawing away only to see them coated in blood. His mouth tasted like blood, his handkerchief soaked in it when he pressed it against his mouth.

His tongue hurt, did it start bleeding on accident when you two coiled yours like a pair of mating snakes? The throbbing of his tongue was almost as addictive as the throbbing between his legs, a wild feeling in his mind and body.

Friedrich stumbled to his feet, neglecting to pick up his hat as he stumbled out of the establishment, leaving his bottle behind as he tripped towards his home. With all the death around them, no one had time to pay attention to the befuddled man whose mouth and chin was soaked in blood, and nobody had time to pay attention to how the rats seemed to go right around him like a parting sea.

He must get home. He had too… he had to find that man again, he had to find you.

[daenysthedreamersblog]

SECRET OF US - VII

packing it up

i'll hold you, i'll know you

i'll never leave out the back door

masterlist // previous chapter // next chapter

summary: avoiding and lying and delusions were too easy when it came to your complicated feelings regarding coriolanus snow

parings: modern!coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: MDNI! swearing, drinking, oral sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, idk probs like a breeding kink, feelings mentioned (lmaooo fuk an emotion)

notes: this chapter is pure smut i think i blacked out and just wrote them fucking ever 5 min sry not sry a good way to start the new year

You dream of him. You dream of him leaning against the wall flirting with Livia in front of your face. You feel yourself shouting at him, telling him off but no sound comes out. Instead you slowly turn and a fire has started behind you blazing higher and higher until you feel two large hands shove you forward into it.

You fly upward scrambling out of his bed. You find your tattered green clothing, blood still splattered along it, you at least slip on the tights over his long t-shirt as you sneak out of his room. He's lying on the couch, sleeping, unaware of you even being there.

You slip out without a sound.

You awake to his empty bed and for a moment you heart pangs with abandon as you sit up staring around his room now littered with sunlight peeking through curtains. That night seemed so long ago; two different people and yet the total same. You climb out of his bed physically naked once more and emotionally bare scooping up a stray t-shirt and slipping it on your body. It smells like him, musky and worn with the faint scent of the roses he gave you last night. You pad over to his desk fingers trailing the picture of Sejanus and him regret deep in your soul from the loss of his. You knew Sejanus, he had went to school with you for all your life, but he had been background noise to a stupid feud, to a suffocating ambition.

And now he was dead and a gaping wound sat within his heart.

You leave before you can think more on it, on where Coriolanus had gone as your guard slowly builds back up within you. It didn't matter how nice last night was, how soft his eyes took you in, how good he felt inside you. You pull your dress on once more unable to find carelessly thrown underwear and gather your heels as you tiptoe out of his room. Your keys are sitting neatly on the counter next to your phone and purse, but as you go to grab it all your phone knocks into you hand causing your keys to drop to the floor in a loud clatter.

You wince as you bend to pick them up.

"Sneaking off so soon." You whirl on him, hair dripping, towel around his waist leaning against his wall like some greek deity you worshipped pathetically.

You want to say you weren't but the evidence was damning; half dressed in last nights clothes, things hoarded close to your chest to sneak out. You steel yourself, arm yourself once more, "It was fun Snow, but you're lucky I even waited for the sun."

He nodded taking slow steps towards you, "Is that so? Didn't want to stay for breakfast...coffee...another round making you cry out for me."

You feel your cheeks heating at the memory of every delicious stroke of his tongue, every curve and groove of his cock sliding inside of you. He sees it too and smirks, "I have better things to do." A horrible lie.

"Hmm." His knuckle drags along the deep pink of your face. "I think you're lying."

You glare, "You wouldn't know the difference."

He leans closer, your eyes taking in his lips before meeting his dark ones, "Oh yes I do." You let him move you, let him hoist you onto his counter and slide between your legs. "My naughty little liar." He whispers hand sliding between you to find you still naked under layers of his and your clothes, to find you soaking wet yearning for all the ways he could make you cry out for him.

Not even the marble can cool your burning skin, burning insides. You liked the way he touched you, called you his and you forget you're not supposed to feel that way. His mouth trails down your neck as you push yourself into him needing him to drown out every reason this would never be a good idea.

Your teeth tug at his ear, hands running through his white blonde hair as his hands trail up to knead your breast. "Maybe I'll just eat you hmm?" He pushes you down before you can gasp a breath his ceiling the only thing you can see as he dips down to press his mouth to your cunt.

He rolls your nipple as his tongue glides over your clit making your back arch against a rough counter. The pleasure overrides every uncomfortable twist and turn pressing into your body as he draws circles into your clit delicately, like he had all the time in the world to make you come undone, like he enjoyed making you squirm for him. "Cor-Coryo," You whine tilting your hips.

You feel his smile deep between your legs, two fingers pushing inside of you and its not enough. You need to be full of him.

"Just fuck me already." You growl as his tongue flicks against you.

He laughs and you yank him up by his hair. He chin glistened with your arousal as he continues to laugh at you. "You're awfully needy for someone with better things to do."

"I am." His fingers curl up inside of you. "I am." You moan pathetically that time; you were a liar of course you were. You wanted to stay rooted to his bed this morning delighting in all the pleasures the pair of you could find.

"Ask me nicely then kitten." He nips at your inner thigh. "Beg for it."

You groan, his mouth once more against you cunt, his fingers pushing up against a sweet spot inside of you. You didn't want to ask, didn't want to beg, or be nice. He wraps his mouth around your clit and you think you'd do anything he asked as the pleas fall out like air. "Gods please Coriolanus." You whine as you claw at his neck legs shaking beneath him. "Please fuck me, please...please...plea-!" You orgasm before you can plead anymore, before you can think anything. He's still lapping you up as it washes down your body making your toes tingle with every brush of his thumb across peaked nipples.

He finally shifts, pulling his hand out to stand over you. "Now was that so hard?" He smirked down you. You're hand comes up to slap him, but he catches it. "After all I've done for you." He kisses your erratic pulse. "So cruel to me kitten." You glare up at him, his eyes darken. "When will you learn? I love it when you glare at me."

He slams into you the next breath and the anger dissipates like smoke on a mirror, so you wrap you legs around him pulling him in deep your body full of him. You drag his face down to yours kissing him hard, kissing him deep, teeth and tongue mashing together as his body rocks against yours. Arachne had been right; that hatred must have been pent up sexual tension, it hard to be. No other reason could explain this wicked energy crackling between your sweating bodies, this hunger for him.

You bite down on his lip and tug as he spreads you open wider peering down to where his cock disappeared inside of you. "You take me so well." You don't focus on that, on the truth. You just sink your teeth into his collarbones, nails scraping down his back as he pounds into you.

You're screaming for him, moaning out his name and too many swear words as he thrust deep, spilling into of you with one long stroke.

Then it's simply the sound of two people breathing, trying to force their bodies to relax. He pressed his forehead down, skin slicked with sweat, the room thick with the scent of sex. "You okay?" You realized you could get used to it all

"Yeah." You croak out.

He peers down at you, brushing stray hair out of your face your skin prickling with a strange feeling you feel the need to run from. It crawls up your spine with a unwanted chill as you had to fight against every soft urge appearing in your black heart. Maybe he feels it too as he pulls out of you suddenly, helping you sit up. "Still want to leave?"

You slide off the counter knees wobbling with the sudden use and all too soon he's catching you, holding you as the blood rushes down to your toes. "Coriolanus." His name comes out like a quiet prayer only you knew how to say.

His hand is cupping your cheek as he stares down you. It seizes your heart, his eyes flickering between your eyes as he suddenly leans down and kisses you, really kisses you. A kiss you wish never happened, but wished never ended. It was full of unsaid feeling and niceties and emotions you weren't sure you could ever process.

You didn't want to leave.

You knew it was wrong, to let him turn you into something you shouldn't be, something he was never allowed to see, someone you had never had the chance to meet. You were going to get burned, he was going to turn you into snowy ash.

Of course he was, you were already ablaze for him, burned through with a heat only he knew how to fan.

"Stay." He whispers palm to cheek, nose to nose. "Let me at least get you coffee."

You swallow the bite, the sharp fangs slipping back into gums. "Fine." You'd leave soon, you'd leave and put normalcy back in its place. You squeeze your eyes, "Please put clothes on."

He chuckles, "Do I distract you kitten?"

"No you're hideous." You roll your eyes pushing away from him.

"You're not a good liar baby girl!" He calls to you over his shoulder as he wanders back to his room. It has you chewing on the tip of your fingers, twisting your insides in all the ways it shouldn't.

You spend the next week in a suspended moment of bliss with him, a bubble of your own making. You don't leave, but neither does he. It felt too natural, this pattern you both had settled into as normal life attempted to resume.

You would spend the night together, tangled beneath sheets panting and needy until you both were spent. You always figured he'd leave after, or maybe you would make up an excuse to flee, but you would curl into him...and talk. Talk in a way you never had, that only the four dark walls of either of your rooms knew. It felt like peeling back skin and exposing ribs to each other to see a beating heart beneath steel at first, and then it felt easy. To talk to him, to listen, to be.

"Tell me something real." He would say pushing sweaty hair off of your forehead.

You rolled your eyes but racked your brain anyways. "I hate the dark." You whispered eyes locking on the city lights speckled into his curtains. "Not like a phobia, I can handle it, but I just don't like to."

He chuckles, but not rudely. "Why?"

You shrugged. "Always have." Especially when your father would lock you away in your room after some minor insubordination. "Your turn."

"I cheated during some exams." He smirks. "I sat above you and copied all your answers."

You shoved him. "I knew it!" You were climbing on top of him laughing.

There was so much laughter between every gritty moment, a laughter that came too often and too quick as he walked with you to every shared class with coffees always awaiting you within his hands. You hated the flips in your chest when you see him waiting for you outside your classes, letting him tuck you under his arm as you walked to rehearsals. You tried not to let on to anyone what went on behind closed doors, but Flickerman seemed to be too pleased by your chemistry.

It was sweet and innocent and new and you waited on baited breath for the wildfire to take it all away from you. You knew it was coming, could smell the smoke from the impending explosion. You hated that you were sad, afraid, trying to ward away the fumes.

He shows up one night with sushi and the book you both had decided to reread recently in his hands. You take the tray from him allowing him to step inside and take his coat off. "Is it snowing bad?" You eye the flakes throughout his hair.

"Not horrible." He kisses your cheek, something you're never used to. "How far did you get?"

"Since last night?" You chuckle setting the tray of sushi out. "Not far Snow."

"Was I distracting you kitten?" He smirks sliding into one of your island chairs.

You glare, "You're always distracting me."

He grabs a roll. "My bad sorry I will abstain from any touching." You watch him closely, chewing on the side in your knuckle while he swallows the sushi down that smug little smile on his face.

Then you pounce on him half jumping, half crawling over the island to knock him backwards onto the floor below kissing him roughly. His hands grab onto your waist, fingers digging into skin and you bite down on his bottom lip.

"You're distracting me." He mocks nipping at your jaw.

"I don't care." You kiss him harder shoving your tongue down his stupid throat relishing in the taste of him. He's clawing at your clothes while you battle his, finally breaking him free of his pants and belt to shove your hand down to find his hard cock.

After kicking off the remainder of your clothes, you sink down onto him without any warning savoring the sweet hiss of his breath between teeth. Your face is pressed into his chest letting him fill you completely until he's fully seated inside you. You don't move, you can't already missing him inside you for that quick second you begin to move.

"Come on then kitten," He smirks up at you. "Take what you want."

And gods you do.

You roll your hips, gliding along his cock, letting it hit every sweet deep part of you as your head falls backwards riding him until your panting out his name into your quiet apartment. You feel his hands burning into your thighs, coming up to knead into your breast, soft curses slipping out between parted lips as his hips try to meet yours ramming himself deeper.

You slam your foot down against the floor to rock against him fast, feeling you stomach tightening already as his fingers slither between bodies to circle your clit. You bite down on your lips, clawing at his chest as you chase your orgasm, as you fuck him. Hair cascades around you as you glance down at glassy blue eyes darkened for you, because of you. You never wanted to be rid of the image, of the way he looked at you. Suddenly too many images flash through your mind, too many memories of every moment you ever shared with him.

You scream his name as you orgasm against him hearing him release a soft grunt as your momentum slows. "That's it." He's still using his thumb to press into your clit, drawing out the orgasm. "That's my girl."

A sob claws its way out of you throat that you cover up with a whine shoving his hand away. Too much in all the right way, ways your heart seems to not be able to handle. You're on your back the next second as he lifts you leg upward and out to fuck you deeply. You can't stop staring at him, at the blond curl sticking to his forehead, at his face screwed up in concentration as he glances to where your bodies are connect, where his cock slides into you so easily.

You run soft nails down his arms, "Coriolanus." You whisper. "Kiss me."

His brows furrow, emotions passing over blue eyes that seemed too close to yours to understand before he leans down and connects your lips. It's breathless and needing and you tangle you hands through his hair as he pounds into you.

"Say it again." He growls out. You don't even get a chance to ask, "Say it."

"Coriolanus kiss me." He is, he won't stop kissing you. "Kiss me please Coriolanus." His thrust turned rabid, faster and harder and sporadic as he consumed you as you muttered the sentence over and over and over again.

He groans into your mouth as he spills inside of you, bodies slick with too much sweat his mouth still pressed to yours. It's hard to pull apart, to untangle yourself from him, you don't want to and you're starting to harbor resentment for that feeling. But in the moment it could stay.

"There." He muttered into your neck. "No more distractions."

"Now I need to shower." You chuckle up at him as he pushes hair off your face.

He feigns annoyance, "Ugh more distractions because now I must join you." You shove him off forcing him to pull out you before you made him stay inside any longer. "I am hungry though so it must wait."

After sushi and a forgone shower, you find yourself naked, tangled up in his arms under throw blankets sprawled over your floor. There's a movie on the TV, some romantic period piece you forced him into enjoying as you both drink from wine glass.

"I get it now." He says toying with the tips of your fingers as you take a sip. "All the yearning."

"Bring back men who yearn." You feel his back rumble with a laugh, you peer backwards up at him. "Do you yearn for me Coriolanus Snow?"

He trails a thumb down your mouth, "I burn for you kitten."

Your cheeks tingle with heat from a blush. "Tell me something real."

"Hmm, so many games with you." He swipes his fingers across your lips once more. "I've always liked the way you say my name."

You raise a brow, "Always?"

He nodded, "The way your voice goes up an octave near the end." His hand trails down your body, "I love when you scold me with my last name, and my favorite is right before you cum, when you whimper out Cor-Corio!" He slaps your ass, "Your turn."

"I hate you."

He tsk at you kissing your fingers. "Something real kitten."

You pout, "That was real, I do hate you."

"No you don't." He scoffed, "You don't kiss people you hate like that."

You settled back into him because he was right and you were being stubborn. "Fine. I had a sex dream about you at the start of the school year."

He laughed loudly, "Explains so much."

"Just watch the movie." You whacked him, let his arms tighten around you and enjoyed more of him than you should have.

You watch him over your toast and coffee as he scrolls through social media. You have to tell him, you need to. You didn't like lying...okay well maybe that was a lie as well because you were lying a lot lately. To him, your parents, friends, yourself.

Your palms were sweaty as you forced yourself to tell him. "I have to go to dinner with Clem and Arch tonight." He raised an eyebrow, "I have to tell them...something."

He set his phone down to fully take you in, "Something?"

"I've been avoiding them." You picked at the run of your cup, you've been avoiding untangling this web of feelings too. "Not because of you, well maybe because of you but I'm not ashamed or anything or-!"

"You suck at this." He chuckled. "Unfortunately they know both of us and probably have loads of opinion. I get it."

You sighed with relief, "Thanks for understanding." Your hands stilled, "What should I tell them?"

He crosses his arms, "What do you want to tell them?"

"I don't know." You run your hands down your face, "That-that I wanted to wring your neck for years but now we're fucking."

"Do you still want to wring my neck?"

You glare, "Sometimes."

Tell me. Tell me what to say. Tell me what we are.

He shrugged, "Just tell them we've been hooking up." He took a bite of toast as you rubbed you hands down your legs feeling your heart sink slightly.

"Right." You daze off towards the back wall sipping on your coffee not sure how you felt about it all. Did you want it to be something more? Or was keeping emotions out of this best for everyone involved? Why did it feel like they already were, and why did that suddenly awake a dormant rival in you, to make him feel the same emotional confusion as you. "I need to shower." You wrap your arms around him, "Wanna come?"

It's calm at the start. You undress quietly together, warm the water up before climbing in. He follows behind you soon after. You turn to face him water running down both of your bodies, steam bouncing of of his shoulders. You trace his collarbones, "Tell me something real."

Your eyes flicker up to his, "Showering together in reality is not fun, someones always cold."

His fingers toy with your hip, "Then come closer." You do, body pressed to his the hardness of his cock growing against your thigh. He dips his head ,mouth dragging down your throat, canines nipping at your carotid.

"Your turn." You shiver, not from the cold, not at all.

"I want you to go to that dinner with marks, my marks." He sucks harshly on the skin and you expose your neck more for him. "I want you to have my cum running down your leg." His tongue laps against you and you whine for him. "I want everyone to know that your mine." You wanted to find reason in that, remind him there wasn't space for that within the realm of 'just hooking up' but your brain empties of logic.

His mouth is on yours the next second gripping your hair like a vice to smash your mouth to his. He could never seem to get enough of you and you enjoyed the way he devoured every inch, you wanted to feast on him just as much. You go to your knees in front of him water cascading around his back, blocking it from hitting you. You felt the gentle spray of it as you looked up at him, hooded dark eyes as a thumb trailed over your lips. Your tongue runs over the head of his cock, the underside of his shaft watching the small flutter of his eyelashes. "Do you like seeing me like this Snow?" Your nails dragged down his thighs, "On my knees for you."

You take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. "Fuck." He hissed. "You have no idea." You sucked in your cheeks taking him further along your tongue, your hand doing what your mouth couldn't. "How many times you would run that wicked mouth...wanted to shove my..." The tip of him hits the back of your throat and then you're pulling back to bob your head along his cock as precum slips down your throat. He gripped the side of your head moving his hips at the same pace your mouth moved as you slid your hand along his shaft. You pull off, still using your hand and running your tongue along the head of him blinking up with innocent eyes. "Fuck...I'm gunna..." You knew he was getting close by the tense muscles of his thighs pulsating under your fingertips. You smirk, teeth grazing his cock, "You little brat," His hands go under your arms and he's yanking you upward, turning your back to him and bending you forward. "I'm cumming inside you kitten, that was a promise."

He slams into you. Your hand darts out to catch yourself the same time his hand twist into wet hair arching your back for him, taking him deeper until you're full to the brim. You moan for him, gods, he feels too good, like every curve, every angle had been made to fit perfectly inside of you. He hit every spot, he made you feel so good you think it took you to ethereal planes far away from reality. "Messy." Is all you pant out. You wanted his cum, truly, the warmth, the possessiveness of it, it curbed whatever loneliness you had once he pulled out. But you were going to be wearing a skirt and you didn't want it leaking out under the dinner table.

His hand comes down onto your ass, a strange yelp leaving your throat. "I don't fucking care." He hoist your left leg up onto the side of the tub shoving himself even deeper, abusing your cervix with every rabid thrust. "I want them to know..." Your stomach tightened, ears thrumming out under water, your eyes squeeze shut till all you can hear is. "Mine...mine."

You bite down on your arm to stifle the scream as you orgasm, as your pussy clenches around him so tight, as the world explodes behind your eyes. It feels too good when hot ropes of cum coat every inch of your insides a few seconds later. Your right leg is shaking and your nails gasp for purchase on the shower curtain.

He's guiding your leg down gently, slowly helping you stand up straight. He pushes your hair to the side a feather light kiss pressed against your shoulder, your neck. You lean back into him, "This was a bad idea." He stiffens so suddenly. "I'm gunna be late now I should have never invited you in here."

"Oh," He chuckles softly the relief immediately felt behind you. His arms encase you mouth still dragging lazy kisses up the column of your neck.

This didn't feel casual, and it was starting to scare the shit out of you. You turn to face him, hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping off his lashes, blue eyes bright, clear. "Do you still want to wring my neck?"

"Sometimes." He smirks the answer the same as yours. His thumb drags along your puffy lips, "But there are much better ways to shut you up."

You snort pushing away from him to finally wash your hair.

With the pink glow still in you cheeks, and the warmth of cum between your thighs, you rush in to the dim restaurant finding your friends around a quaint booth sipping on their drinks. "Sorry I'm late."

"Sorry we started without you." Arachne cooed pawing at the small charcuterie board.

"My fault."

Clemensia eyed you, "Why are you late?"

"Rehearsal ran late." The lie is so easy your forget you were trying not to lie to them.

Clem picks up a cracker as you order a glass of wine, "And nothing to do with you fucking Coriolanus Snow?"

You try to still your features, play it cool but your hand flies out nearly knocking the water cup off the table as you fumble to accept reality. "Psh..no...how did you know?"

A sly smile grows on her face, "I didn't, until just now." You glare as Arachne laughs at you. "We had time to discuss why you've been so distant and it was either him or your father." She eyes the turtle neck you had put on to cover up the brand of sex, "That's not helping either."

The waitress sets your wine glass down fingers toying with the rim. You were ashamed in yourself for not telling them, not trusting them. "I..." You sighed finally looking up at them. "I didn't want...reality." They looked confused, "You two are my best friends, but you know our history and I knew I would get nothing but the truth. That it is a horrible idea that with always go down in flames."

"Well..." Arachne shrugged sipping gently, you only glared more at her.

Clem glared at her too, "What she means is...we just want whats best for you, and were surprised you're finding it in him."

"It's so new and unknown I don't even know what it is." You drank a large gulp of wine.

"What do you know then?

You shook out you hair, "That...That I'm not even sure why I ever hated him." You feel the corner of your mouth tick up. "That he makes me laugh, and challenges me, and gets it, gets me. He's seen the absolute worse parts of me and still wants me." Clem and Arachne shared a look, "What?"

"You're falling in love with Coriolanus Snow." Arachne states throwing the two of them into a fit of laughter. "I knew something was going on ever since that Halloween party."

You throw a square cut piece of gouda at her. "I am not falling in love. We're just...seeing each other, nothing serious."

"Sure." She rolled her eyes.

Falling in love sounded too serious and dangerous and yet your heart sped up at the thought of it all, falling just as quick at that nagging reminder of impending doom grasping at you. Love was a jagged and scorching knife that would rip through you, tear everything down in a savage blaze. "Enough." You waved them away drinking another large mouthful. "Now you know, regardless of ruination."

"Yours or his?" Clem's eyebrows rise up over the rim of her martini.

You can't answer.

"Isn't it weird?" Arachne examines her nails before raising a well groomed eyebrow. "Being...intimate with someone you hated so viciously from when you were a teenager?"

You had expected it to be weird, expected to kiss in dark rooms and keep most of your clothes on, to never let him take you the ways you wanted, or do things you never tried. "No." You say meeting her gaze. She isn't judging, you knew her blunt nature stemmed from a place of care.

She smirks, "Well I sure hope it's good then." You tug the neck of your sweater down letting them glimpse the teeth indents and deep sucking bruises from Coriolanus Snow.

It nearing midnight as you stumble into your dark apartment groaning as you slip off your heels padding down the hall towards your bedroom. The small lamp on your bed side table illuminated the room in a warm glow, showering him in a amber light as he sleeps atop your blankets the shared book sitting open against his chest.

The bed groans as you sit down next to him taking his hand into you lap, playing with his fingers until his eyelids fluttered open, "Hey." His sleepy voice greets you.

"Hi."

He peers down at the book. "Still waiting for the pretentious part."

You roll your eyes, but smile. "What are we doing?"

"I was sleeping." You trace the outline of his nail. "What do you mean?"

"This." You squeeze his hand, "You, me, us..."

He sighed. "I don't know. Was my earlier answer not good enough?" You don't respond reveling in your lie for a few more seconds. "I don't hate you anymore."

"I'm scared." You whisper the truth so quietly you barely hear it yourself. You run the pad of your finger down the bone of his, "I'm scared of this."

"Me too." He whispers back. He sits up hand coming to cup your face pulling your forehead against his. "Tell me something real."

"I'm afraid you're doing all of this to really break me, to get under my skin to simply pull me apart."

You feel your body wanting to tug away from him, but he anchors you to himself. "I was telling the truth, this is not a game to me."

"I..." Your breath shook with the truth, with the rawness. "It shouldn't feel right, after everything, it should be awful." Blue eyes stared into your frayed soul. "But it isn't."

"It isn't." He shook his head. "We just have to learn to trust each other." You glare at him with red rimmed eyes, "Difficult I know after our battle scarred history."

"Just as loathsome."

"Just as lonely."

He's kissing you, kissing you hard and soft, pulling your freezing soul out of a frozen lake within you, breathing life back into you lungs.

The air changed, the universe change, turning the opposite way as he kissed you, as he tugged your body towards him.

It's slow and sweet, gentle tugs of clothing falling to the floor until you're equal once more, bare in more ways than one climbing on top of him. You kiss his jaw, running a hand down his hardening cock. You should have left, you should have sprinted so far away from him as your heart gives way in the wrong direction. Love was surrender, and your legs spread wider for him in a yielding.

You sink down onto him, groaning into his warm skin, nails biting down onto flesh as his body presses in tighter to yours. You rolled your hips against him slightly leaning back to move. His hands are tangled in your hair cupping your face as your ride him. Between panting and kissing a word leaves his parted lips, "Beautiful." You stare down at him for a moment, "You're so beautiful."

You shove him backwards needing him to stop looking at you like that, talking to you like that before you did the stupid thing and fell in love. Your claws dig in as you glide along his cock, leaning back to draw him in deeper against a sweet spot inside of you. You moan into the open air as his fingers grasp at the flesh of your thighs, as his hand finds your clit between bodies. He's lazy with it, dragging his thumb along it in slow circles pulling the orgasm from the depths of your soul. It burns through on its way up and you feel your legs stiffen beside him as you fight it off, as you hold on to that moment right before the crash.

His name is a cry on your breathless lips as he throws you overboard, as he lets the current of pleasure yank your body down until you're on blissful sand. Then he's thrusting up into you before your body starts to catch up once more, moving up and down on him as his hips snap against yours. You lean down to kiss him, to roll your hips against his in tandem, his hands bruising every curve in your body he can touch. "They knew." You whispered into his mouth, "They knew that I'm yours."

He grunts out as he cums deep inside of you every twitch of him igniting a broiled flame in your core. You press your forehead to his, "They're smart girls." He cups your face again, "You wear it well." His. You wore being his well.

You sit up feeling him slowly softening inside of you, "Don't over complicate things Snow." Because the war between your head and heart was already too complicated. You narrow your eyes at him, "What do you want? If not strangers, if not enemies, then what?"

He smirked, "I want to be the only person you glare at."

You glared at him.

When you wake up he's gone again, but a note on the island answers that quiet question.

Went for food, be back soon. There's coffee for you -C

You smile down at the note, at the wafting smell of brewed coffee as your phone rings still buried in your purse hanging off a chair, you dig through it your mother's name appearing.

The blissful bubble pops an unwanted past slamming into you.

"Hey Mom."

But it's your father who responds as your heart sinks even further, "Why are you ignoring my calls?"

"You aren't slick using her to get to me." You glare at nothing picturing it was his face.

"Then answer me."

"I have nothing to talk to you about." The bite is too obvious in your tone.

He sighed, "School, networking, that internship you were supposed to apply for." You chew on your cheek, holding in the obvious answer that you didn't want it, didn't want anything he had wanted for you. "Do you know how embarrassed I was when my friend, who I begged to open up a slot for you, told me he hadn't even seen your name on the list of candidates."

"I-!"

"I don't want your pathetic excuses you ungrateful little girl." You're shrinking away into yourself his tone overshadowing any backbone you might have been born with. "I'm hosting an intimate get together and invited him to bandage this inexplainable fault of yours. You will come home and you will grovel for that position or you can kiss you cushioned perfect life goodbye."

Your hands shake as you force out the words, "What if I want to do something else, be something else, something more."

He laughed, a cruel laugh. "Like what?" The blankness in your mind rings like a giant bell around your temple. "I'll see you next weekend."

The line cuts before you can even think to accept or decline. You squeeze your phone so hard your knuckles whiten around the stupid device and it takes everything in you to not shatter it across the wall. You're crying; angry vicious tears burning down your cheeks cursing the man who had forced you squealing into the world.

"What's wrong?" Coriolanus is standing in front of a closed door a large paper bag in his hands that smells like breakfast, studying you, your red face and watery eyes.

Despite the sex, despite the fact you were half naked in the kitchen, him seeing you like this felt too intimate, and deep down you knew that had everything to do with your father impeding on your delusion of happiness. You start building your walls, wiping your face as you turn from him. "Nothing."

"Don't do that." He sets the bag down. "Don't hide from me." He's tugging you back towards him by your face, cupping your cheeks.

You hate that you sniff, hate that you couldn't be weak for him. "It doesn't matter."

A soft brush of his thumb makes you want to be soft as well. "Then tell me."

"My father." You sigh attempting to pull your face out of his hands, but he holds you there. "He was being...well my father." You roll your eyes as your hands come around his wrist, you want to tug him closer, you want to push him away. "I have to go...home." And grovel. But you keep that part out.

Blue eyes flicker around your face. "Okay." He knew it must have been a hard phone call by that mere fact alone. He doesn't push only leans down to brush his lips along yours and for a moment you forget your woes muscle memory of his touch warming your skin. The idea comes in all too quickly, an idea to set it all on fire. "Come with me." You break the kiss first, "Come home with me." The word home felt bitter in your tongue. You found solace in him, in this silent two person world you had created, the ignorant bubble reforming itself.

Maybe something else was forming, but you chose to ignore that too.

He pulls back taking in your mischievous expression. "Your father will be furious."

You smirk, "I'm counting on it."

next chapter coming soooonnn!! hope you all are enjoying!!

[moryevna]

trying to be so normal takes such abnormal amounts of effort. disgusting

[shaisuki]

SHIT! THAT HURTS, BUT IT'S AN ACCIDENT. RIGHT, SWEETHEART?

ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, geto suguru

content warnings ─── noncon, dacryphilia, implied kidnapping, punishments, forced affection, choking, stockholm syndrome, blood, forced marriage, delusions.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ accidents do happen. that's why you accidentally hit them but thank the heavens above, they understand. it would be easier if you just let them do what they want.

GOJO SATORU

the accumulated perspiration coming from the deepest end of your dermis shows it appearance as it runs down to your forehead. goosebumps rising as you felt his presence getting nearer. there's no blood lust or the imminent danger that tells your mind to run. accustomed from the conditioning your body had done every time you sense his presence.

your grip on the edge of your book gets tighter as the pages crumple at your very touch. you hoped he's tired or isn't in a bad mood. in that way he would just force you to cuddle him until you fall asleep. one thing you knew with living with him that is he never sleeps or so you think. you didn't know. you never catched him being asleep. it's not like you're going to murder him in cold blood.

you shift in your seat. trying to find a comfortable position despite the weariness growing in you and pretends you're engrossed in your book. you didn't want to send him a message that you're scared of him but you weren't comfortable with him either.

cold palms holds your round cheeks and you were greeted by him smiling. his dimples deepening and he is yet to remove his blindfold. “i'm home, my love.” and he squeezes your cheeks a little hard. anticipating the words that will come flowing out of your mouth. it's a warning. your lips tremble a bit. “w—welcome home, satoru.” you managed to say out aloud and he was satisfied. hooking a finger in his blindfold before pulling it up and discarding it. a sign that his attention is all on you now.

“would you like something to eat?” you asked him. biting your tongue at the question. regretting at your choice of yours and you should have stayed silent. your brain screaming and hoping that he is actually hungry and you're not insinuating that will get him riled up.

gojo chuckles. “you could be so cheeky, mochi.” pinching your round cheek. “you know the answer.” he said and you panic for a brief moment before he takes it back. “as much i'd like to have you for dinner, i prefer us sharing a meal tonight.” you wished this was set on a different timeline. where you would be his from your own will. his good housewife where you will miss him for real and share the sentiments of being together despite busy schedules but it's not. you're still sane and you were just playing pretend.

a quick hot meal and the plates and bowls are already laden with food. you both ate in silence. aside from him spoon feeding you. watched in glee as you ate what he feeds you. your lips around the chopsticks while you chew and hums in delight.

the meal ends when the dishes are stacked in the sink and you told him that you'll take care of it while he takes a bath. he didn't look at you suspiciously. confident in himself that can't run away from him and you knew that too well.

you're almost finished drying the plates when he got out of the shower. never liked staying for too long when you're here. itching to get closer to you every time he's far away from you and he takes a little longer to admire his wife doing the simplest of things. the calmness of your face and your body moving in slow motion. it's almost he was being serenaded with such tranquility coming from you. he almost feels bad when he's the reason sometimes of your tears.

he slowly walks towards you. encasing you in his arms and he feels you stiffen against his touch. body turning rigid while his large hands dwarfs over to your smaller hands. helping you wipe the plate dry until there is nothing left to clean.

“satoru, not tonight. please.” your husband began to kiss you. he likes the word "husband". it brings him joy knowing that he is yours. “why?” he asks. his hard on poking through his gray sweatpants and is pressed to your ass. “i'm not in the mood.” you reason out. holding his wrists in a firm hold. his hands creeping under your blouse. his fingers digging in the plushness of your stomach. “then let's get you in the mood.” he breath out. kissing the side of your head and then to your jaw. his hands kneading the flesh in your stomach like dough. his touch were like fire. scorching and scalding. burning in your skin and causing you pain that you can't measure with.

“please! not tonight!” you snap out in anger. in frustration. sick to your stomach of letting him do whatever he pleases. of pretending that you like whatever he does.

he stops for a moment. listening to your plea and he grabs your shoulder. making you turn around to face him. he cups your jaw and forcing you to look at his eyes. you could stare at those icy blue eyes that looks like spheres where the universe is held forever. instead you loathed it. it's a reminder how vast the world is and here you are, imprisoned and is forced to this man's whims.

your lips are soft against him. he missed kissing you. he's been away for a week and you're here, denying him. he took it as an advantage to wrapped his arms around your waist before hoisting you above. your body beginning to struggle against him but he continued to kiss you until you were both in the bed. placing you down before his body traps you.

“is it because i was rough last week, baby?” his voice laced with concern that it's poison to hear. “no. i just don't want to be with you tonight.” your eyes begins to get heavy with tears. “not now, satoru.” you begged hoping he would stop. gojo grasps your cheek. “i'm sorry if i was rough but i will be gentle tonight.” he assures you but no words can convince you.

then you leave him no choice.

he puts his shin in your thighs preventing movements and lessening your resistance to him and then in a brief flash when your wrist got loose. his cheek started to sting. the crimson liquid seeping in the cracks of his dermis and he smiles. halting his assault to you and relish in the physical pain you put him through. since when did he got injured last? feel the pain of the surface of his body. he fought the strongest of curses. fought with toughest of foes. got stabbed with a blade and shaked the hands of death.

there's infinity protecting him and yet, he can't shield himself from loving you and he's more than willing to accept your touch and harm him in anyways you can.

he watched you as you curl up in a fetal position. protecting your body from him as you sobbed. the first tears rolling down in your cheeks and staining the pillows below you.

this won't stop. you would be always in this position no matter how you resist. you braced yourself for what to come and you were met with nothing. no greedy of his hands touching you and you were relieved. maybe, he gave up for tonight.

how wrong you are. you look at him through blurry eyes and his pale cheeks were colored in his blood. you did it. you inflicted pain in him. you wounded him. you take a gulp of air. calming your erratic heartbeat. not once did it crossed your mind you can harm him. with his infinity and those eyes and the endless power bestowed to him. you could never.

there is a look of animosity behind your eyes that he can see clearly. he's a little hurt aside from the wound. your soft body is sprawled beneath him. sobs racking throughout your body and it hurts him a little to see you crying.

“i thought it will change....” a hiccup interrupted your following words then when you regained your control to speak, you continued. “...my feelings for you. that one day, despite of what you had done. i'll learn to love you...” your fist clenching. your hands making a close-open motion before turning into a fist again. grasping the blanket. “nothing changed, i'm sick of playing house with you. i fucking hate you.” all the madness and you don't think it will reach to him.

a little. he knows how much you despised him. loathed him.

he don't care though. you were still his wife. no matter what you were feeling. be it hatred or fondness that he will never attain. you already hate him, what's the point of caring for your silly, little feelings when he can always make it up to you.

“i know.” he whispers. brushing a lock of your hair and leaning down to press his forehead to yours. his blue eyes staring intently in your eyes, tears at the corner.

alas, it never ends. your tears, your voice and will being taken away. how his hands latching at the lapels of your top. ripping it apart just like how he always do. your pajama shorts following.

bite your lips as he slowly penetrates you. don't make a sound. you tell to yourself. just don't. don't. don't. don't. don't. don't. don'—.

he promises to himself that after this, he would spoil you. buy all your favorite snacks, new clothes, a whole set of the book he knows you really like. he would take the day off to spend the rest of his days pampering you. kiss all the parts where it hurts but now, let him feel you as he kisses the salty streaks of your tears in your cheek. stare at your eyes and search for his reflection. his fingers intertwining at yours and when you squeezed his hands back, he'll convince himself that you really loved him despite all of that.

and it's more than enough.

NANAMI KENTO

you spend your days lounging around. the ankle cuffs weighing heavier than it is. search every cracks and cranny of the penthouse, hoping to entertain yourself and you've found some rather interesting things but it was nothing when you found the key to your freedom.

an old model of a phone. it wasn't damaged at the very least along with a few scratches and a minimal crack in the corner of the screen. you think it was nanami's phone during his high school years but you set aside the thoughts. this was necessary for your freedom.

pressing the key button, you let out a sharp gasp. the device vibrates and beeps with the model's ringtone. every second feels like eternity waiting for it to power up.

the screen lights up. showing you the screensaver and the date and time that was at least a decade ago. you check if there is network and you were graced with a full bar signalling that it was capable of calling someone. you changed the date and time to match with today and to avail the services.

your hands shaking as you tapped the buttons one by one. unaware of the door opening and the footsteps getting closer to where you are. you didn't even think he'd be home this early.

there's a sound akin to a purr when you pressed the button a little longer. it's the last digit of the number of the person you've been itching to call since you've been declared missing. they must be worried sick. your hands shake, getting clammy as you pressed the call button. there's static then the familiar hum of the number being dialed.

dialing.

dialing..

dialing...

“hello?” the familiar voice of your mom at the end of the receiver and your hands tremble. you breathe in and out. steadying your breathing and you want to break in a sob. this is it. someone is going to help you now. a tear falls before you can speak.

“mom! m—.” it happens in a slow motion. his large and warm palm in yours before he pulls the phone away from you. pressing the end call button swiftly and putting it in his pockets. since when? since when did he get back? wasn't he at work?

“give it back!” you yelled, reaching out for him. for his pockets. why did it have to be so close yet so far. “darling, you can't.” he says apologetically. pursing his lips in thin line and he can feel a migraine coming.

“no! stop telling me what to do! i'm so sick of you controlling me!” you almost spat at his face. desperately clawing him to get that device. he holds your shoulder, stopping your advances in him but you kept fighting for it. punching at him with your fists but what are you to the man who was built like a solid rock.

he's patient but sometimes his patience runs thin when things doesn't go in his way. he's already in a sour mood after having to deal with a colleague and you, his supposed to be sweet wife is fighting him. with no choice, he lifts you up. putting you in his shoulders like you were a sack of potatoes.

that didn't hinder you and you were putting up a fight. your freedom was that close and you couldn't let this chance slip. your arms hitting his back and your legs moving. squirming as you try to wrestle your way out from his grip.

“let me go! let me call my mom!” you sniffle. the tears flowing from your cheeks freely staining the back of his shirt. your arms still flailing and with a particular movement. your elbow made contact on his cheek. nanami remains stoic and he knows it will bruise.

you limply slide away from his body when his hold on to you got loose. clutching your arms and watch droplets of your tears fall on the ground. your hiccups were sudden and squeezes your chest with every breath. “i just want to go home.” you whisper.

when will you ever learn?

and why does it hurt him when you cry even when it's your fault. he loves you. a part of his brain tell him. it's an accident. he tells to himself. you were never meant to hurt him and you were just missing your mother. what a pain. you were supposed to be dead in the outside world. now, your existence are known and it would not take long before it spreads about you being alive. perhaps, he can make arrangements regarding to your family members.

he loves you and that's why he only tolerates your misbehaviors but now, he don't think he can put up with this tantrums again. you needed to learn.

nanami kneels down at your level. his hazel eyes warm and gives you the illusion that he'll let go of this but it was unforgiving. he cradles your cheek with his palm. “i'm sorry darling, you need to learn a lesson.”

the blonde sorcerer watch in desire as shiver runs down throughout your body. his fingers tracing the outline of your back where your spine is covered by your supple flesh. normally, nanami would take pleasure in this. watch as you writhe and squirm for him. it's considered therapeutic for him but in the next minutes it would be going to be hard for you.

your face buried in the sheet while your ass is in the air. bare and sore from the previous spanking and it's not enough. you needed to learn. take a lesson in what he's about to do and he's not forgiving at all times.

he rubs his fingers into your clit. flicking and pinching to get you nice and wet for him. although he's strict on prepping you first — stretching you properly with his fingers, tonight it wouldn't be present. he hopes you're already wet before he sinks his cock into you.

you feel him rub his cock to your slit before slowly inserting his cock into your hole. you winced as his large cock forces you to open for him. he's big and it hurts. tears stains the sheets under you as you bit the fabric. muffling your discomfort and the pain that spreads in your sex.

shit, all he can do is grit his teeth while your cunt engulfs his length. he can hear your whimpers and gasps and see the tears spreading in the sheets. he needs to do it or else it'll happen again. he can never let you go or leave him. you will always be forever with him.

when he taught that you're well and adjusted to him, nanami began to piston his hips at a brutal pace. the slam of his hips to yours makes your flesh jiggle and watch it stack in layers and fuck, it's beautiful how your body moves and responds to his every touch. just bare with it. he thinks to himself. he won't last too long from how good you are to him and true to it, he's already spilling his load inside you.

and now he regrets it. your back is pressed against his chest while he rubs the sore spots all over your body. you remained motionless. blinking the tears away and how you flinches away from his touch. remaining quiet and barely acknowledging his presence.

“forgive me, my darling.” he whispers to you. kissing your shoulders in attempt of redeeming himself from being too rough with you. his heart breaks when you ignored him. making yourself smaller in his presence despite being caged in his arms.

sighing, he continues his affections to you. knowing in due time you had your share and you wouldn't want to experience any of it again.

one thing he's sure of. you will never attempt again with his wrongdoings plaguing your mind and it's better. conveniently perfect for him until the next time.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

who thought you could put a fight.

although the damage was minimal, adrenaline pumps in his system. it's clear you were startled and your flight or fight response kicking in, in which you choose the latter to defend yourself.

a huge scratch mark decorating his arm and toji barks a laugh. licking his lips and the scar on the corner of his mouth twitches. it wasn't any different to the marks littering in his back from his artist of a wife. it wasn't bleeding but it stings when the cold air touches his peeled skin.

emerald eyes glimmers in amusement and toji crouches to your sniveling form in the corner of the bed. he cups your round cheek with his hand. “what do you say, princess when you've hurt someone?” he asks. humming to get that answer but you stubbornly avoided his gaze. rubbing your hands in your arms to comfort yourself.

toji clicks his tongue in annoyance. “it looks like you've forgotten your manners, huh?” he grabs your wrist and you pulled it away from him but toji kept his grip tight and bruising. almost crushing your wrist. “need me to teach it to you, sweetheart?” the sorcerer assassin taunts you. you shaked your head and toji sighs. you're going to learn it the hard way.

it's bruising. his hand wrapped around your neck and you see little spots of white in your vision while he drills his cock in your cunt. his other hand in your plush waist using it as a leverage to get deeper in your pussy. “are you really make me say it, you stubborn bitch.”

you can't speak. not when his hand are wrapped in your throat. you can't even make a sound and you stare back at him with tears in your eyes while you squeezed around him. earning a involuntarily moan from the man above you.

he loosens his grip and you took gulps of air before speaking, “i—i'm sorry.” you manage to croak out and toji chuckles. “see, it wasn't that hard to say. you really like being fucked by me before you can learn your lesson. keep it in mind, that me fucking you is second to me killing those monkeys outside.” toji leans down to whisper those words to you. looking at you side ways and watch your expression morphs into something of fear, desire as you moaned around him.

“don't be fucking stubborn to me the next time or you will get worse than this. i won't be forgiving you.” he warns. “understand?”

“yes.” you say nodding.

“good fucking girl.”

GETO SUGURU

you were absolutely mortified. he can see clearly how your lips trembled and the hue of your eyes being clouded with fear. shocked even. he knows you didn't mean it and you barely made a scratch on him.

“come here, sweet girl.” geto calmly called you but you shake your head. taking steps backwards like you were afraid of him. “now.” his voice now assertive and you slowly walk towards him. head hung low from being ashamed of harming your master.

“i—i'm sorry, geto-sama. i didn't mean it.” you drawl out to him and his fingers went to grasp your chin. meeting his gaze and you were nervous just by looking at them.

“i know you don't.” his hands finding your back to rub it. assuring you that it was fine and no harm was done to him and only the feeling of being betrayed that you felt unsafe around him. thinking that he will lash out at you and force you to unimaginable things that he's capable of but curse user is not like that. he values you that much but it doesn't mean you'll get away from it.

“but it is an accident i can't turn a blind eye on. are you scared of me?” he asks. his gaze turning dark as he looks at you straight in the eye.

you remained silent. truth be told, you are. you are scared of him. you've witnessed how he can commit such heinous acts without remorse and you're afraid that you'll upset him and you're going to end up like them. that's what you think but geto is far from that to you.

he noticed how your body trembles. the face of anxiety is visible for him to see and he chuckles to himself, amused. he was just playing with you and the answer is clear in front of him.

he brushes his lips to yours. “do not fear me, sweet girl.” he murmurs. the action enough to topple you in the edge and he hears your heart beating in your rib cage. your breath stuck in your throat and your eyes blown with lust.

“you always can make it up to me.” he says to you before turning his back to you and it was your cue to follow him in his private quarters.

that's why you found yourself bare in front of him. sweat glistening in your skin while you worked to please him. accident or not, you need to make it up for him. a way you can be freed from the burden you are now carrying by bestowing the most of heinous of acts to him. one thing that you promised yourself that you will never lay a hand in him unless he instructs you so.

you just love him so much that you're blind that you are only being exploited for his own gains.

[hexxedcore]

idk if you write for Jayce and I'm kinda having mixed feelings about him after act2 but hear me out: yandere! Jayce's first priority being to look for you after getting out of the hexcore

shamefully i am prioritising this because i have quite a lot of thoughts as of act two 💔. writing will be beneath the cut for people who wish to avoid spoilers. nsfw is included and given a separated section!

also, yes i write for (and love) jayce. i stand with my cancelled wife 💯

WARNINGS: YANDERE, possessive behaviour, delusion, unhealthy + toxic relationship, S2 ACT 2 SPOILERS. NSFW, marking

SFW:

If ‘tunnel vision’ was personified, it would be Jayce after coming out of the Arcane. This man clearly witnessed something so incomprehensibly horrible that it’s amped his determination up to 100%. Good luck with that.

After quite literally squashing Salo, his main mission is you. Find you and protecting you from whatever he witnessed in those Wild Runes from becoming true. Now, we don’t know how quickly time passed for him, but it had to be a long time. God knows what happened to you while he wasn’t there to keep a watchful eye on you. You were hopeless without him — you could be injured, or worse.

You were exactly where he thought you’d be. Tossing restlessly in a bed that was far too large for one person, wondering why exactly his absence was just so abrupt. No letter, no goodbye that morning; radio silence.

You were in for a shock when you were startled awake by the sound of something heavy and burdened being dragged on the floorboards, having little protection save for a knife you’d procured from the kitchen in the case that any burglars attempted to make themselves cozy.

And you were just about to throw it, too, when he stepped into the small gap of your bedside lamp. This was hardly the Jayce you knew; haggard, disheveled, scruffy — most of all, startled, his breathing laboured and his hands tightly clasping his hammer.

That man had dropped his weapon and was on you in seconds; holding you, clutching you, in the fear that you would dissipate if you weren’t treated carefully. The tight was warm and shaky, but most of all oh so incredibly suffocating.

That night there is one thing he’s promising you, like a mantra: he is never letting you go again.

NSFW:

This man is starving and there is absolutely nothing getting in the way of that. He comes out of the Arcane like he’s in a rut and poor old you for having to cope with it. Good luck.

Jayce doesn’t feel like he has the time to be sensual. He can, and still is of course, but he’s rough in the sense that it’s animalistic. He’s acting on his basest desires now, and that’s a stark desire for you.

There is nothing more that this man gets a kick out of than marking you. For general yandere hcs, yeah, but Act Two him? The whole world is finding out about it, believe it. And god forbid you leave some scratches on his back — he’d go feral.

Constantly muttering affirmations that you aren’t going anywhere, that you are so divine yet so so hopeless without him. You missed his cock while he was gone? He’ll make up for that, because like he’d let someone else do the job.

[love-toxin]

would yandere Charles Xavier...baby trap his beloved?

OH......YEAH!!!! <3

(cws: DDDNE, fem!reader, crazy fucked up n-con, babytrapping, drunk sex, drugging, pregnancy talk, jealousy, dirty talk, super manipulative yandere charles)

I'm thinking Days of Future Past Charles again....the yearning. The loving glimpses of the life with you he let slip through his fingers. Every day that he's without you is painful, but when he finds you again, he's complete.

There's no way he can let that happen again. Ever. You belong to him. You're part of him. He's become so disillusioned by your reappearance in his life that he can't focus on anything but you. If you let him, all he would do is make love to you every day, kiss you, hold you in his arms, sweep your feet out from under you and carry you wherever you wanted to go. Even when you plead with him to stop taking the drugs, he's just so hooked on the feeling of being there for you that he wants his legs more than his powers. Plus, the sex is incredible when his mind isn't filled with thoughts and worries, and he can move around as freely as he wants. And part of it is perhaps willful ignorance--there's a quiet part of him that doesn't want to hear any negative thoughts in your head. He wants to live in the blissful delusion that you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you, that you want all the same things he does.

And one of those is, well...home. Charles is tired of the people he loves cycling in and out--he's sick of losing people and watching everything he cares about slip away slowly. He has a place to call home, but nothing to fill it with that's distinctly his. It's been a shelter for so long, for Raven, for the X Men, for his students, but he craves something more. Family.

But you can give him that. It would be a blessing, wouldn't it? On good days he watches the way you move, how your eyes light up with your laughter, the sun setting a glow over your skin. It's crude, but he can't help it; you would look so good pregnant. You'd get a cute waddle in your walk, a bump, and you'd have to rely on him so much more to help you when you're far along. He could put a ring on your finger and try for your first the very same night--nobody has to know you haven't had the wedding yet, and who would even care?

When you start having sex regularly, on the daily now that Charles has his muse back, it's obvious he's being risky. Coaxing you into letting him slip the rubber off, so sincere as he promises you he'll pull out...but each time he gets close, so close, that you have to keep your wits about you just to make sure you cry for him to slow down before he lets it get out of hand. The twitching and pulsing and throbbing inside you is so good, but you know Charles is acting strange about doing it unprotected. You gain a sense that he's hiding something but you want to trust your beloved, so you neglect to insist on using condoms again.

That's your own mistake. Charles tries to convince you to let him cum in you, at least once, but he gets more insistent around the time you should be ovulating. It's even harder for you to resist him at that time, but you manage to hold your ground--until he resorts to truly dirty tactics, and gets the two of you drunk while you've got the mansion all to yourselves. As usual, he's handsy right off the bat, kissing you while his belt buckle digs into your soft thigh. He just barely manages to guide you upstairs while he stumbles himself, laughing and cackling along with you as you lean on each other and teeter about the corridor like the drunken fools you are.

As it turns out, Charles is a pretty good actor. And as badly as he feels about it initially, mixing that powder into your drink really did make it easier for him to get his way--you're already fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and when you trip and fall back against the floor as you stumble into his bedroom, all you can do is giggle dazedly with your eyes closed like you're floating on cloud nine. As he crawls on top of you to help you up (with no intention of actually doing so) he's deft in hiking up your skirt, and though in your drunken state you're conscious enough to tease about him not being as wasted as he seemed, your addled mind has no idea just how true that turns out to be.

When his buckle finally comes loose and he's slowly sliding it in, it's paradise. Your body is willing and your mind is void of common sense; you're barely staying awake as he takes you right there on the floor, skirt pooled around your hips as Charles mutters praises under his breath. "Right there, so tight--such a good mother, you'll make such a good mother, darling-" He can't stop, he might just be addicted to your drugged pussy from that moment on. It's foul, it's disgusting, it's wrong, but when he hitches his hips right up against yours and sucks in a deep breath, knowing you can't say no to what he's about to do, he feels more at peace than he has in years. His shoes squeak against the hardwood as he struggles to pin you down, your limbs twitching and flailing erroneously while he's working on making you a sweet little baby to take care of in the future. Charles eventually resorts to holding your head down with his palm, your cheek pressed to the floor that vibrates with the strength of his thrusts into your pliant body.

"You need this," he mutters under his breath, fighting the guilt settling in his chest at your growing whimpers for mercy. "Last time you ever fucking leave me, whore."

Mmh. Well, maybe he's a little drunk after all. The anger at your disappearance still simmers near the surface, and that betrayal isn't one so easily forgiven. You should be trained out of it so you never make that mistake again. Perhaps becoming a doting mom will fix that defect in you, just as he hopes it fixes the deranged, vile forces inside of him that would have him lure you into something as debased as this. With every plap of his hips growing sticky with your slick, Charles can sense those urges screaming out for him to make you his.

In a haze, he orders you to shut up, to stop that incessant whining and try to enjoy what he's giving you. When you try wiggling your hips away, feebly attempting to escape the pleasure growing harder to resist, he yanks you back on his length and bruises your tits in his rough hands as recompense. If he wasn't intent on impregnating you, he would flip you over and show you how mean he can really get--but he has a job to do first, and he won't let you out from under him until you can't walk without spilling his seed. Even if Erik never laid a hand on you during these long years apart, you still chose another man to scamper off with, and that will never happen again....not if you're all swollen with his baby.

"I-I'll swallow it, Ch-Charlie-" You slur, trailing off into mindless blabber as he bends your knees back to your chest. So cute. You think you can talk yourself out of it, but he's already there--already bursting at the seams with the promise of new life, already biting down on your neck like a hound as the heat overwhelms him and fills you with ropes of thick, virile cum. So potent your body already eases to welcome him in, and your walls tighten and clench when he pulls out, like you don't want to spill even a drop.

You're so fucking drunk, you can't even keep your head up. You look a right sloppy mess, laying there with your skirt pulled up and cum pooling underneath your hips, as if you're some used sex doll that's been kicked under the bed after serving your purpose. But Charles would never think of you that way, and he wants you to know that; Erik may have stolen you away and poisoned your mind against him, but he clearly abandoned you too once he'd taken everything he wanted from you. Yes, he may have taken advantage of you now in a sickening way, but it was for a good reason, wasn't it?

Yes, it was for all the right reasons. Charles has to tell himself that to stave off the guilt that follows, the tension in your shoulders when next he touches you and the fear of him that may never go away. Soon, you'll see that his efforts have borne fruit. And when you tear up and collapse in a panic at the result of the test in your hands, Charles, your Charlie, will be right there to soothe you with promises that everything will be alright.

[schizoetic]

Some ways people helped me while I was in psychosis:

Remaining calm since everything was amplified to me. Yelling at me could do something like trigger my mind to think nuclear bombs are falling

Listening to me without intentionally confirming my delusions or feeding them. This kept me safe from spiraling

Being kind. No matter how unwell I was I could still detect kindness

Having someone to advocate for me

Simply keeping me company. A silent distraction from a mind full of delusions goes a long way

Letting me vent however I needed to (as long as I wasn't an endangerment to myself or others)

Talking to me in good spirits. In psychosis a bad mood is contagious

Reminding me to take my medication or softly reinforcing their importance

Not acting like I'm unruly and viewing me with eyes of compassion

Providing me with basic comforts like food, drinks and clothing

Playing calming music

Laughing with me and not at me

Gently encouraging personal hygiene

Accepting that nonsensical ramblings or writings happen

Understanding that delusions may hold very big power over someone and can persuade someone to do things out of "character"

Being supportive of my being sober

Guiding me away from toxic individuals who don't have my best interest at heart

Not holding grudges no matter how embarrassing I may be when I was lost in my mind

Joining me outside to feel the comforts of the outdoors (once I was stable with mental health support)

Providing hugs as long as it was consensual

Most importantly I was seen as a person. Someone with as many complexities as anyone else

[blarshwritezz]

Hello~

Can I request a yandere rich boy x m reader where the rich boy is so utterly in love and obsessed with the reader that he would do anything, can the reader also be a sub that's extremely enabling towards the yan giving him winks! And leaving things out for him to steal and just generally playing into the fans delusions

Yes, hello 👹 anon! Decided to combine these 'cause they're very similar, hope that's alright!

Yandere Richboy x Enabling Reader

M yan x M reader

TW - general yandere behavior, NSFW (slight, towards end)

It was actually pretty cute how much Rich!Yan was obsessed with you. Even when he had to be "far" from you, his eyes never left you. So of course you had to tease him, winking and sticking your tongue out.

If only you knew how much you made him melt. He was putty in your hands, willing to give and be anything for you.

The public had their eyes on him, but his were always on you. Always.

He'd often sneak in your room to find your things strewn about, almost as if you wanted him to take them. Silly you, didn't you know anyone could break in and do all sorts of perverse things with your underwear if you left it out like this? You were lucky it was just him. He'd at least return them, cleaner than they were before.

You knew all this. And you knew better than to question it when people who got too close to you would suddenly disappear.

If it was someone you really cared about, he was always conveniently there with chocolate and all his money at your complete disposal. To comfort you, of course.

And well, how could you refuse when he gave you his card? Especially when he's so happy seeing you spoil yourself with everything you could possibly desire.

With just a simple please, his money was entirely yours. And it was even easier when you gave him even the smallest amount of attention. Not to mention how cute he was trying to keep himself together for you.

The way his face would flush, and how he'd fiddle with his collar or tie to cool down. It was adorable.

Maybe you shouldn't have pushed as far as you did...but it was impossible not to. Especially when this was exactly what you wanted.

He's been holding off on fucking you for too long. And finally you got him to concede to his own limitations, leading to this current predicament.

The same predicament that you've been in for over an hour now. You stopped bothering to look at the clock after so long.

"Fuck, that's a good boy. You're taking me so well." He whined in your ear as drool dribbled down your chin. You were starting to realize that you may have bit off a bit more than you could chew.

"You look so good...so damn good like that." His thrusts didn't slow down for even a second, their harshness not wavering.

You had to admit, it was impressive how much stamina he had.

"Been holding this in for too long...so long...you feel so good."

There was a sticky pool of his cum beneath you from what little your ass couldn't hold, or what didn't stick to your skin.

With a groan, his cock twitched, releasing yet another load into you. You've already lost count of how many it's been. And this certainly wasn't the last.

And another complete! I sincerely hope it was alright!

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Imagine laying your back against Vessel’s chest completely naked on the bed while he touches you 🥴 (his fingers/hands have me in a chokehold)

I don’t think that I’ve ever written smut for him but jesus I think I just ruined myself writing this… I don’t know who possessed me.

Warning: smut obviously bring tissues for your vagina. 😂

Chased pleasure

“Spread them open, baby”, Vessel mussed against your ear. His hands reached from around you, moving your thighs further apart making you whine from the soreness. You two had already been fucking for hours prior. Too lazy to move and do anything you had stayed in bed naked and just put a random show on Vessel’s laptop. Just it didn’t last long. With the view of your naked form pressed against him, Vessel had been hard in the blink of an eye. And what started with him softly kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples had now turned into your pushing back against him as you moaned.

“Look how pretty”, he lifted his finger from between your legs, the mix of both his cum and your arousal coating his long fingers. That alone made you throw your head back as you reached for his wrist bringing his fingers to your mouth, sucking on them. “You dirty little whore”, he grunted, bucking his hips against your back as he pushed his fingers all the way down your throat making you gag. “Such a horny little thing”, he muttered, “Gonna make you cum again do you want that?” You nodded already dazed, feeling the wetness pooling between your open thighs.

“I need words, baby”, leaning forward Vessel bit onto your shoulder, pinching your nipple between his fingers. “I want your fingers so bad, let me cum on them please”, you whimpered, grinding against the sheets desperately. “Put them where you want them, baby”, Vessel chuckled, “Show me what you want”. The way you yanked at his wrist made him let out a smug laugh. But you were too needy to care. Holding onto his two middle fingers you pushed them up and down your fold, coating them in arousal, before slowly sinking them in, thighs shaking as your boyfriend's long thick fingers spread your gummy walls once more.

“Vessy… ahh… baby fuck”, you whimpered, throwing your head back against his chest as you thrusted your hips alongside his movement. “Such a good girl, two at once”, he muttered, “someone’s needy”, he watched as you pushed his palm flat against your walls and he didn’t hesitate to curl his fingers upwards, “ahh oh ahh”, whimpered, already feeling your orgasm built from all the stimulation you had previously. “Fuck you’re tight even after all the times I fucked you”, Vessel whispered. “Move them… fuck me… do something”, you pleaded, moving your hips but not getting the friction you so definitely needed. “Desperate little minx”, he muttered pumping his fingers in and out slowly, “sheets all wet because of you”. You simply nodded no longer sure if you needed to answer him or not, your body in need of one thing only.

“Add a third one”, you cried out, and it’s as if something snapped in Vessel then. His fingers gripped your thighs throwing them over his legs as he spread you open. “Better hang on tight”, he nibbled at your ear before plugging three fingers into you, the stretch painfully delusion as his other hand came up to move his finger over your clitoris, “my god”, you sobbed, pulling your legs closer together. “Open up or I’ll stop and you won’t cum”, he clipped and you instantly followed his direction. His movements picked up once more, the sound of your juices gushing between Vessels's fingers filling the room. “Cum”, he grunted, “cum and make a fucking mess”, his teeth sank into your shoulder as he curled his fingers hitting your g spot each time. “Vess”, you moaned out, pushing at his hand as the knot finally snapped, gushes of your arousal coating his hands and thighs, as you bucked into him. “Good fucking girl”, he praised you still pumping his fingers in and out, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nails no doubt leaving marks on his wrist. He only pulled out once the warm pulsing of your walls eased. You whimpered at the sourness, tears of pure bliss running down your cheeks. “I can’t… I can’t close them”, you whimpered. Vessel leaned in kissing your shoulder lovingly as his hand ran up and down your thighs, “I’ve got you, baby”, he mused, carefully pushing your legs back together as you whimpered in discomfort, pressing them as close as possible now. “Too much?”, Vessel kissed the side of your head, bringing you closer to his chest. “Just need a moment”, you shook your head, looking up at him with dazed eyes. “You did so good, made me so proud”, he leaned in kissing your lips, trying to fight the urge to fuck you in the shower later on already.

[goingmerryfics]

Arguments w/ Shanks, Buggy, & Mihawk

Content: Gender Neutral reader, no NSFW. Maybe some slightly angsty stuff? Not really though.

Shanks

Arguing with him is either exhausting or it’s pointless, there’s never an in-between

Shanks doesn’t really take most arguments seriously because they’re either started by something extremely unimportant or he’s already made his decision and he’s not going to back down on his opinion

Pointless, because he’s not going to change his mind and he’s laughing at you while you’re trying to talk to him

“You’re so cute when you’re angry.”

Yup. Pointless. It’ll just make you more angry and him more entertained

The exhausting arguments are when he’s actually serious- and while he’s not mad at you, he’s mad that you can’t see his reasonings for doing what he’s doing

Especially when it comes to keeping you safe

Shanks won’t back down and it’s impossible to change his mind while he’s this pissed off, so it’s always best to just separate and come back later to talk it out when you’re both calm

While you do what you need to do in order to relax, Shanks festers in his anger and reflects on the things that were said between the two of you. His crewmates try to cheer him up- they offer him booze, they crack jokes, but he’s not in the mood for either and everyone is concerned

Truthfully, he’s worried. While he’s still not willing to change his mind, he doesn’t want to lose the relationship you two have worked so hard to build and maintain

He gets up out of his seat 3 times to pace around, mind racing back and forth on if he should go talk to you, and then convincing himself that it’s best to wait for you to emerge first so he knows you’re ready to talk

But he grows tired of waiting, and does actually end up coming to your shared room to resolve the issue

You’re still steaming just a bit. Your arms are crossed over your chest, and you don’t look up when he enters. You know it’s him, because a few others on his crew have already come to check on you, and you’d asked them politely to leave you be. But you don’t protest when he comes to sit beside you

He doesn’t touch you

It’s painfully silent for a while

Then he finally speaks up and breaks the tension

“I’m sorry. That got a little more heated than I wanted it to.”

You peek up at him just a bit. He notices how red your face is, and a strike of fear shoots through him at the thought of possibly having made you cry and then left you on your own for hours

He stretches out his hand, offering it to you to hold, and you shift in your position to take it

He goes into a rant on how much you mean to him and how he’s only doing what he has to do to keep you and the rest of the crew safe

“Because I love you. You know that, don’t you?”

You do

You also know that no matter how many times you two get upset with each other, you’ll always find your way back into his arms

Buggy

Arguing with him would come often, but the content of the arguments is what matters here

Only for the reason that Buggy is adamant about being correct in every situation, even when he is not and knows it

Everyone knows it’s best to just simply let him believe his delusions and let the natural consequences come through

But this guy seriously has weirdly good luck, and somehow all his delusions seem to come true for him in one way or another

Half of the time it’s just funny watching him be completely wrong about a subject, other times it’s a little infuriating

Arguments don’t last long between the two of you, though

Buggy craves attention, and attention from his favorite person is a must. It’s basically a necessity of life

Food, water, shelter, you. Not in that order, though

He realizes too late through his incessant rambling and gloating that he’s said something that hurt your feelings and immediately starts to backpedal

“Wait, wait, wait! That’s not what I meant! What I meant to say was-”

He’s red in the face, almost so much so as his nose

He hates to admit it, but you look really good glaring down at him like that as he tries to save his own skin

He clams up, sweating. Unsure of himself. Not sure what he was even saying a second ago

As much as you need time alone to chill out, he can’t seem to leave you be. It’s scary for him, seeing your usually smiling face so serious

He takes a seat outside of your room, and then breaks into pieces no, literally while he waits for you to emerge again

It takes you a few hours, but he’s there the whole time. His feet are pacing around, his head is whining, cheek on the floor. His hands are tapping and picking at the dirt in the wood, but every part of him lights up when he sees you again

“Aha! I see you finally caved. Couldn’t stay away from me, could you?”

You pause, and then move to go back inside before he yelps and his hands grab at your ankles. His parts come back together again, using the rest of his body to hold you in place

“Wait! I’m sorry! Please don’t go back!”

He shouts it all in a rush. He’s crying, and there’s snot running down his nose

He looks like a damn mess

It kind of makes you laugh at how desperate he is for you

he pouts up at you and you cave

He basically crawls up your body to hug you. You hug him back, petting his hair and waiting for him to relax, sitting right there in the doorway of your room. People pause as they pass, but a sharp look from you stops them from staying for very long

Mihawk

If Mihawk is actually worked up enough to argue with you, there’s a good reason for it

Usually he makes his point and that’s that. No other words exchanged, nothing more than a slight glance towards you

Mihawk is an introvert, and he gets exhausted from others very easily. He’s not trying to be rude or dismissive towards you when he does this, but that is how it comes off sometimes

He’ll turn his attention back to his book because after he’s said what he wanted to, he figures everything is fine. He understands his logic, why wouldn’t you?

But you, like a lot of people that aren’t Mihawk, are more emotional than he is

Your silence isn’t acceptance, it’s hurt

Only when you get up to leave the room does the thought cross his mind that maybe what he’d said didn’t come off correctly, and you might have just been insulted. But he figures you would come tell him if that were the case, so all is well and he returns to his book

This could go forever, really. Until he notices that you’re giving him the cold shoulder, and then he would stop whatever he was doing- even if he were in another room at the time of realization -and find you to clear things up right away

“Darling, we need to talk right away.”

Straight to the point. He doesn’t really ask you if you want to talk, because he knows if he doesn’t at least make an attempt at this it will haunt him like Perona’s ghosts all night

The thing about Mihawk that not many people know is that he’s got this cool, collected, silent aura about him because he simply does not have the energy to play nice with everyone

So when he’s just arrived home from a Warlord meeting, or somewhere that he was obligated to be present for, all he wants is time to himself to recharge

Having a relationship and balancing this need was something he was still learning

But he loves you so much and the thought of upsetting you over a misunderstanding gnawed at him and gave him massive amounts of anxiety and uncomfortability

He’s not this untouchable guy that everyone thinks he is. You’ve seen this; he laughs and cries like everyone else does

And you understand him. He couldn’t ask for someone better than you are

If you’re willing to, he’ll take your hands and kiss your knuckles.

“I apologize for my behavior. I should have given my words a second thought before I spoke them out loud. What can I do to make this up to you?”

It’s an easy thing to answer- it’s all you wanted since he’d returned, why you kept invading his space before he was ready to emerge and what lead up to the situation in the first place

You tell him you want him. His attention, to be wrapped in his arms. You just want to spend time with him, even if that’s in silence

He can work with that

He presses a kiss to your forehead and makes you promise that you’ll tell him if he ever says or does anything to upset you again. He wants to communicate, not lose out on precious time with you over something small

He goes above and beyond, though. He makes up a very romantic candlelit dinner that night for the both of you to share and even if it’s a very quiet dinner, (minus the music playing softly in the background) it’s perfect

[thatbitchery]

Given everything you want will come from people just learn how to people. Exposure therapy and whatnot. Remember to learn to manipulate and gaslight bc are you even a woman if you cant? Manipulation is natural even nature does it why do you think ripe fruits are red and children are born cute with irresistible googoo gaga cartoon eyes lol authenticity on the outside is unnatural. We literally used to have camouflage be fr.

Remember to just have a superiority complex it's better than having an inferiority complex. If it has nothing to back it up ie. If you do not have tangible evidence then it will obviously crash its delusion but so is the inferiority complex and one of them feels better so.

Looking down on people >> looking up to people. Better to be on the pedestal than to hold people on the pedestal no? Being dominant >> being submissive obviously. Again, these are unbalanced positions and YOU WILL crash but better to crash from a high than a low, don't you think?

Master your masculine before you master your feminine. Creation is once in a while, sustenance IS FOREVER. Yes I know what the guru that wants you to speak in a baby voice and giggle once every two minutes said but forget her listen to me. Femininity is NOTHING without masculinity. It's useless. What's the good in creating if you can't sustain? First, Master your masculine. Then, master your feminine. Whether you like it or not no matter how much pink and Long hair you have and how many men provide for you , you will be in your masculine longer than your feminine. Again, what good is creation with no sustenance? And no sorry it's not supposed to come from outside you. Girly is not feminine, okay? Two different words.

I'll say this again, take the red pill, live like you're on the blue pill. Why escape the matrix when you can just dominate it?

It is, in fact. All in your head. This is an advantage.

Detachment. Seriously. When you stop wanting it, that's when it comes. Unfortunately that is how it works. Detachment IS abundance. It's not *there will be more* its *there will be*. It's not *Everything happens for the good* no, it is *Everything Happens* . It's not *God/ The Universe / Mythology of choice figurehead is on my side* it's *I am God/ The Universe/ Mythology of choice figurehead in a human body* . Detachment has no quantification, things just are. No good no bad no more no less no- just- *There Is* and *I Am* . That, that is when it all happens. Detachment is indifference. Detachment is femininity. Femininity is abundance.

Going ghost to work on yourself is like going to the curb to work on your driving skills. Isolation is death get this now againnn social species. That's like going away from water to learn to swim you are a cowarddd work on yourself in crowds THEN you'll be unstoppable. In face when you want to work on yourself throw yourself into people. Phobias are treated in presence of their triggers not absence? If you want to work on yourself as a gf get a boyfriend then work on yourself as a gf, how will you do that when you're single how does that work. Isolation is cowardice okay? No going ghost no sigma LEARN to survive with people and thrive, not despite them, but because of them. It's not like you're a cow so.

[loquarocoeur]

btw do you notice the difference between charles's and max's hands or is it just me going insane over this

because charles' hands are so veiny and big (cue how he held baby leo) and max's are a bit small and delicate and soft compared to his whole stature AND did you see how their hands look clasping with each other

sorry im having some very intense feelings im sorry

HELLO omg no, I also have very intense feelings about this and I don't think we talk about it enough!!!

I was actually having a whole pinterest spiral about this the other day, but it was during my self imposed tumblr ban, so I had to suffer alone, but I can yap today, and let me use this ask to do so

Okay, okay, okay so:

Call me delusional, I don't care, but you can kind of see the difference here in this picture with how they're holding their hands, especially with the veins and fingers

I'm telling you Charles' hand is bigger than Max's, I swear, I think Max just has longer fingers and it throws you off a bit

But Max just has these delicate, pretty little hands and I don't think this fandom talks about that enough, because it's not very top Max coded of him, and there aren't enough of us modern thinkers out there, but I'm here and I can and will talk about Max's pretty hands, and you will listen!!

Because LOOK

Look at his long, thin fingers and the tendons on the back of his hands looking so thin, and somehow his knuckles are just so ridiculously dainty

He just has hands made for shiny things, and he never wears any rings or bracelets, he's always just walking around with them criminally naked like this

But now look at Charles' hands, perpetually bedazzled as they should be of course, but oh my GOD

Because no just look at his palms are so much broader and he's got very noticeably thicker fingers that Max I'm telling you LOOK

It's just asdfghjkl, the forearms, the wrists, the watches, the bracelets, the VEINS

And I feel like we never get a good picture of them doing the handclap, but this one from Monza is so good.

Like look at how Max's hand is just swallowed by Charles'!!!

Like okay, call me ridiculous and delusional, and maybe these specific pictures are a bit research biased, but I don't care, this kind of delusion is an essential practice in fandom shipping to me

But idk, there's just something about how every part of Charles is just a little bit smaller than Max except his hands, (unless we talk about shoulders, but that's a whole different spiral)

He's just one centimetre shorter, he's just a tiny bit leaner, no matter how ripped he gets, I think Max's biceps will always be just a bit bigger than Charles', but his HANDS.

And there's also just something about how Charles never gets his fists out for anything, but in the mad max era especially, but kind of now even, Max is always two seconds away from throwing a punch even if he has hands that just aren't made for that kind of thing

I don't know, in that last picture especially, it looks like Charles' hand just swallows Max's whole

I need them to compare hand sizes right now. For science. And gayness. Mostly gayness

[gotham-daydreams]

Honestly, in a situation like not [] where they aren't willing to physically hurt the reader but psychologically mess with them? It's fucked but at the same time I have too good of an imagination. When it comes to neglect there's so many aspects of it that could happen and even if I'm pissed I could keep my mouth shut to the point I feel numb.

I mean they can't change you or break you if you just stay in your own head after all? Lil stories in your head to keep you busy, unholy amount of hours spent sleeping. I don't care if I waste away if it means not having to deal with people who won't even listen or admit that it's gonna take time to undo trauma and won't take the proper steps to undo it.

They take things up a notch and limit food or start doing things that prevent you from sleeping? Do it, at least the hat man will be a better friend. Can't break what's not there, the batfam always has this mindset that so long as they get their way that they would do what's necessary but that's entirely because they are all too selfish to actually really respect how you feel. And no amount of bugging me or yelling at me or trying to get a rise out of me will change the fact I can just slip into my mind and ignore it all.

The only way I'd ever stop being in my head and not even wasting time on them is if they actually tried to be genuine in fixing things and admit they fucked up and are doing it out of guilt. Either put down your pride or stay with a reader who will gladly stay tucked away in the crevice of their brain in an imaginary field of flowers with whatever lil character they make to enjoy the time in their head <3

Anyways I love your series and can't wait for more!! Please take care and hydrate!!!

I do agree! Especially in this scenario where they’re way more unwilling to physically hurt the reader, because... well, they want to hear your music! Like a little songbird, just tucked away from the public eye, just for them to hear you sing...

It'll definitely get on their nerves, and some will probably crumble under the pressure - but those that don't aren't actually the ones you should be worried about. I mean, of course they'll try to do everything else they can, and at that point - its a contest of willpower and to see who can outlast the other (and spoiler, most of them will definitely lose), but some are definitely more stubborn than others. After all, their 'love' is spawned out of guilt, obligation, and a messy mix of things that's turned into this ugly beast of a thing they see as love - if you aren't willing to take it, then that's fine, but you definitely aren't getting anything until you do.

Though, again, at some point the time and treatment definitely begins to effect them too. And that’s... not good, especially when some of them are known for their resolve, will, and general ability to withstand so much crap despite not even being superhuman (even if in all honesty, compared to the average guy, they may as well be). Them being insane does not help with that fact.

They'll begin to consider things they wouldn't have even thought of before out of sheer desperation and need. They'll think about it, plan it out a little, and before they even know it - they're losing hours of sleep trying to find ways to actually execute it. Hell - some may even act impulsively, and just flat out do it without giving it a second thought. Because they can't. They can't think. They can't sleep. Not without you - not after another month, another week, another day, another hour, another second without you.

They need it. Need you. Need your warmth, your presence - to feel like they're doing something right, even when its so wrong. Even if they've left you damaged beyond repair, some still want to feel like they can fix you, put you back together... and what better way to feed that delusion then to hold you in their arms? To do all of these things with you... even if you're not mentally there?

At that point, they'd sacrifice never being able to hear your music from you to get that. To have that fabricated connection. They'd give up that one thing that's been keeping them from harming you physically, and go all out.

[Which... descriptions of losing limbs, and general gore under the cut, it's not pretty but not super detailed either? Yes, it's towards the reader. Yes the reader is awake. There is no cut away, but some dancing around using some phrases repeatedly. Consider yourself warned and advised. Even if it's just descriptions - the family isn't playing nice.]

Maybe they'd start small... just a leg, maybe two, not even a foot- your legs from the knee down are going indefinitely. Maybe even the whole thing if certain people do it impulsively, and aren't thinking - aside from the fact that they need you close, but they just have to get these things out of the way. To lessen your struggle, to reassure themselves you won't run, of course - after all, you can't run if they just... take away that option, right? It's for the best, they'd tell themselves, they need to do this. They have to. You gave them no other choice- and now... now they had to make a tough choice. They have to do this.

If it's done impulsively, it's messy. I guess not having a lot of experience cutting off limbs or disabling someone isn't going to make things easier, who knew, am I right? Taking lives (for some of them), and beating people up is one thing, but cutting off arms and legs? It's weird to think about until you're the one doing it, and in a frenzy no less.

Some of the more impulsive ones you really have to look out for, because if they do it then it is painful, and that is no exaggeration. As much as they're thinking about you, they also aren't at the same time - at least not you in the present as they're doing the removal. You'll pass out from pain, or just the visceral sight right before you witness your leg getting torn off. Real messy stuff. It's not subtle at all, they barely hide it - if they even try to allow you that luxury. If anything, you see too much of it. Either way, you're out like a light, and left with whatever you saw as nothing is left to the imagination. Unless your fucked up mind makes it worse, to which- a lot is left to the imagination as that nightmare of a scene is messed with and mixed in your head like a toddler left in the kitchen.

Of course, the family will take care of the messy outcome, and get you to another room and everything (after all, they have one too many spar ones), but, well, that won't change the reality of the situation, will it? Hell, get one of the more rough ones pissed off or just do something one of the more impulsive ones doesn't like, and you'll lose your arms, and depends on who does it - you'll lose them just as you lost your legs, and you'll get to watch... before you pass out, of course.

Maybe they'll get you things to help, like robotic limbs and such, though its not that great and doesn't make things easier. Not even a little. They'll be able to control everything you do, essentially, down to what you can even touch or interact with.

You'll feel more trapped then you ever have before, as even your body, every limb attached to your torso is theirs. Theirs to control. To mess with, and just like before, they'll take it away if you do something that makes them upset.

They'll leave you more than just defenseless.

[katsu28]

hi there! i absolutely lovee your writing, it's so cute and beautiful!! i hope you're having a good day/night <3

can i make a request for Carlos + holding both their hands while holding their gaze gently, before leaning in for a kiss?

thank you so much, and please take your time, there's no rush! thank you for writing so well, and feeding into F1 fans' delusions! :) sending lots of love and hugs! 🤍

you are so sweet, thank you!! hope you enjoy <3

carlos sainz x reader, 1.2k.

You can’t sleep. 

It’s four in the morning and you should be asleep because you’re exhausted and you have a flight in a few hours, but you’re so nervous that you can’t for the life of you bring yourself to close your eyes. 

You’re flying to Madrid with Carlos to spend the first week of summer break with his family, and to say he’s excited is an understatement. He hasn’t seen his family in ages. The first thing he did when you told him you got some time off work during the break was propose that the two of you take a trip to his home city for a little bit. 

You, on the other hand, well, you feel like you’re about to shit a brick. This is the first time you’ll be meeting his family. You’re not typically a nervous person, but this has got your stomach tied up in knots.

It’s not something you can really talk to Carlos about either, not without bringing up your hesitation. Realistically, you’re probably just overthinking things, but as you stare up at the ceiling for what seems like forever and glancing over at the clock to see that it’s really only been a few minutes, you give up on sleep. 

Beside you, Carlos snores like there’s no tomorrow, barely moving a muscle as you slip out from under the covers and leave the room as quiet as you can. He’s always been a heavy sleeper. 

You pad out to the living room, sinking onto the large sofa with a defeated sigh. It’s quiet this time of day—too quiet for your liking. The city of Monte Carlo is asleep. Not even the birds are awake right now, but then again, neither should you. 

This trip has gotten you all out of sorts lately. When Carlos had first confirmed it with his family, you didn’t think it would affect you that much. Meeting people was nothing new to you, and not to toot your own horn or anything, but you always did well with past significant other’s families. 

As the trip grew closer, however, you started to worry. This isn’t just anyone’s family you’re meeting, this is Carlos’ family. The family of the man you know you want to spend the rest of your life with. The family who made that man into who he is today, who loves him just as much, if not more than you love him. 

Making a good first impression with them is an immense amount of pressure, and you’re definitely feeling it. 

Absentmindedly, you switch on the TV. You don’t even want to watch anything, you just need something on so you don’t think yourself into the ground before the sun comes up. Nothing good is on at this time either, so you settle on some nature documentary about sea turtles to drown out the noise. 

“What are you doing?” 

You startle, tearing your eyes away from the TV to see Carlos standing in the hallway, half shrouded by darkness, squinting at you through sleepy eyes. His hair is flat on one side from his pillow, and he’s scratching his chest absentmindedly as a yawn rips through him. 

You’re not even sure how long you’ve been watching turtles swim, but one glance out the large windows across from you tells you that it’s been a while, because the sky is starting to brighten beyond the horizon. 

You mute the channel, pressing your lips together guiltily. “Did I wake you? I’m so sorry, Carlos.” 

“You didn’t,” He mumbles, shuffling towards you. “I woke up and you weren’t next to me. Got worried. Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just couldn’t sleep.” There must be something different in your voice you don’t hear that Carlos does, because he cocks his head, suddenly looking wide awake. 

“Something is bothering you,” He says matter-of-factly, narrowing his eyes at you. You open your mouth to protest, but he’s quick to fill the silence before you can even utter a word. “You can’t tell me it’s nothing because if it was, we would not be having this conversation right now. We would still be asleep.” 

He’s looking at you like he sees right through you, so you know there’s no point in trying to make up some excuse. You sigh, shoulders sagging. “It’s stupid.”

Carlos crouches down in front of you, tilting his head. “If it’s bothering you this much, it isn’t stupid. Talk to me, corazón, let me help you.” 

“What if your family hates me?” You blurt, fidgeting with the blanket across your lap. “What if they think you could do better, what if they think I’m not good enough for you, or—” 

“Look at me,” He says softly, holding his hands out to you, palms up. You sigh, but oblige anyways, sliding your hands into his outstretched ones. He squeezes once, twice, then a third time. “You are thinking too much into it.” 

“I know, I know, I just—I can’t help it. I really want them to like me.” 

“My family will love you, I know it already.” 

“How are you so sure?” You whine, shoulders sagging. Your chin drops down towards your chest only for a second before Carlos tuts, bringing your gaze back to his with just a sound. Big, beautiful, melty chocolate brown eyes stare back at you, perfect lips turned down into a frown. “What? It’s possible.” 

“No, it is not. I’m very happy with you, and if I am happy, they are happy. They only want the best for me, and that is you.” 

“Carlos…” You whine, pouting at him with teary eyes. 

“What? What did I say wrong?” He looks panicked, brows flying up in immediate concern. His hands squeeze yours again, though a little tighter this time. “I thought I was being quite romantic.” 

“You’re so sweet to me.” 

His face melts into a fond smile. “That’s my job as your number one fan, no?” 

He grabs your chin gently between his index finger and thumb, studying you for a few beats before pressing his lips against yours gently. You sink into him like you always do, letting your eyes flutter shut as you kiss him back wholeheartedly. 

Carlos loves you, and that’s all you need to reassure yourself. 

“Now that we have settled that, will you come back to bed? You don’t sleep well on planes, and I know how grumpy you get when you are tired.” 

You let him pull you to your feet in lieu of an answer, falling against him as he pulls you under his arm and into his side snugly. “I don’t get that grumpy,” You huff, nudging him in the side. The sharpness of your elbow into his ribs has him letting out a grunt, one that he masks with a snort of laughter. 

“You don’t get that grumpy?” He repeats, sounding more than amused. “I seem to remember on the way back from Miami in May when you nearly bit off Lando’s head for waking you up because we were about to land.”

“He dragged us to seven different clubs until five in the morning even though our flight was at six. Were you not grumpy?” 

“Yes, but I can hide it well. You are an open book, mi amor, one I know very well.” 

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fluff alphabet |clarisse la rue

author's note: Hi lovelies, please send me requests! I don't know what gave me the confidence to think I can write, probably delusion. Also, this is according to my personal views of Clarisse so don't be mad if it's different from what you've imagined. Leave a comment, I love interacting with people, xx.

warnings: I tried my best to keep it gender/race/cabin neutral for the most part but there are still some feminine coded things here and there. English is not my first language so excuse any grammar mistakes.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Starting off strong because with Clarisse sparring is a must. Although she doesn't like to think there will ever come a time in which she won't be there to protect you, it's still an essential part of life as a half-blood. And who better to train you than the daughter of war herself? And in case the apprentice becomes the master and you happen to beat her or pin her to the ground or even hold your dagger to her neck? Oh boy, she's done for. Actual heart eyes.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

She pretty much loves everything about you, she can't really just choose one aspect. Though, if she had to, she'd probably say she loves you for being supportive, understanding, and patient with her. You understand her better than anyone. That's what made her know you were the one for her. You can control her anger issues and calm her down when she's on the verge of exploding and she thinks that's beautiful.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc?

The art of intimacy or comfort never came easy to Clarisse. Her relationship with her mother isn't the best and hasn't been for a while now and her father is a grade A asshole. Her first instinct when you're feeling down is to fix it, to ask you who or what happened and give them a physical piece of her mind, but that's not always how it works. She'll pull you to her lap and hold you through the night or for as long as you need, wiping your tears and kissing your cheeks. She'll let you vent your heart out. You can tell her anything. Or nothing, if you prefer. She's not the best with words but her actions speak much louder.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

She's never thought that much ahead if she's being honest. Never allowed herself to daydream too much into the future, choosing to live off the present for now. Sometimes, however, she pictures what could be only described as an utopia; to go on such a fantastical quest that the gods can't help but grant the both of you immortality, that way you'd bask in the glory of your love forever and ever.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

On the outside looking in it would seem Clarisse is the dominant one for sure. And in some ways she is; she likes that you can rely on her, she wants to provide for you, yearns to prove herself capable of such. Still, you're the one in charge. Clarisse is completely devoted to you, and your relationship means more to her than anything she's ever felt before. She cherishes it like no other, always at your beck and call.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Clarisse is intense, that much we know. Her anger runs deep and her passion burns red. She's not perfect, and doesn't try to hide it either. She's hot-tempered, arrogant, she's got a short fuse and she holds grudges. Her fatal flaw is pride, which sometimes gets in the way of her good senses, so you'll most likely be the one apologizing first. Despite all that, she can't bear the thought of you being mad at her and absolutely hates fighting with you. It's like it's tearing her apart, especially if you're sad over something she said or did in the heat of the moment. Truth is, she is a fighter at heart so when all is said and done she'll try and make it up to you in some way, somehow.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

She is so appreciative of everything you do and are. As previously stated, Clarisse didn't get much love growing up so any semblance of that is something she clings hard to. She notices everything, every little thing you do for her and the underlying of your words. How you treat her and others is always stored in the back of her mind and she loves to be loved by you.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Clarisse is a very closed off person in general, she doesn't like feeling exposed and being possibly seen as weak. She'll tell you things but there's still some matters you have to pick up on your own and know how to approach them, especially regarding her feelings and personal struggles. She's very honest though, she feels like she owns you that much and appreciates you if you do the same for her. The more your relationship progresses you'll notice being able to read her like an open book because although she does her very best to hide it there's an underlying vulnerability to her behavior in certain moments you'll take proper notice of the more you know her.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Clarisse has definitely become more gentle since you. It still doesn't extend to your friends and family but more so how she behaves around you and knowing she doesn't have to put up that though front all the time. Her sense of self worth has improved as well, especially when you reassure her through her insecurities and doubts (never being the son her father wanted etc.)

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Oh, boy. Clarisse’s jealousy is very fuelled by… Well, anything really. She doesn't necessarily need a motive to go toe to toe with someone, just staring at you for a second longer than she deems them worthy of and she's ready for a fight. It's hard for anyone to get close enough to flirt with you because she's always there, by your side, kind of like a guard dog. But only because she knows how amazing you are and her insecurities do blurry some lines on what's acceptable. She's working on it though.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Clarisse is definitely a good kisser. She doesn't have much experience, if any, but she's a natural. It sounds cheesy but the first time she kisses you was like butterflies and church bells dancing loudly in the wind. The way she cups your face so uncharacteristically soft and how she breaks off the kiss with a series of small pecks only to smile one of her beautiful smiles so close to each other's faces… Magical. It could be at the fireworks on the fourth of July or it could be in your favorite spot in the woods, soaked in lake water during a midnight swim or after a heated argument. No matter how many times Clarisse kisses you, she'll never not feel electricity similar to her spear’s sharp edge digging into her body and soul.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Clarisse does not have a clue what she's doing. I feel like she'd say something in the heat of the moment; either confessing her true feelings or masking them by saying something hurtful she doesn't actually mean. In the latter scenario she'd storm off and berate herself over it but her pride and fear that you'd never look at her again made her put off her apology for some time and let it all sink in to talk to you when she's ready. That is until you start properly ignoring her and she nearly goes crazy with longing, just missing your overall presence and having her stomach turn to knots at the way things were left between you two. That's one of the few times Clarisse sucks it up and reaches for you. The apology is awkward but overwhelmingly honest and she tells you she's an idiot but you're content in forgiving her and giving her a second (actual first) chance.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Again, Clarisse never thought she'd live to see the day she'd actually have a marriage prospect. Her life just doesn't seem complete without you anymore and the moment she realizes that she's done for. It would probably be while you're laying in bed together, your head on her chest while you play with her fingers. Your eyes are heavy with sleep but hers are wide open, thinking. “Will you marry me?” said while staring into the distance and you probably think she's joking except Clarisse is not one to joke about that sort of thing. “Not now. But eventually.” and whether you ask if she's serious or just accept it right away, she'd look at you seriously for a beat and then tackle you into a bear hug, crushing you underneath her. She doesn't see the point in a big wedding, but if that's what you're into, she won't mind.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

She is not immune to babe or baby but would still like to keep some variety. Things like sunshine, gorgeous, angel or others (I'm looking at you, person who created the “mama/s” HC). She does like your name very much, or probably a shortened version of it. Don't expect her to not tease you if any of these make you flustered.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Clarisse likes to think she's good at hiding it when she's absolutely not. As Taylor Swift once said, you can hear it in the silence. Just the way her eyes soften when she's looking at you speaks millions, but people also get whiplash at how fast her mean attitude changes whenever you're around. Her love giving languages are probably acts of service and physical touch. She loves to do things for you, feeling all big and mighty whenever she can make your life just a little easier. Touching is also a must but we'll get to that in a second.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Clarisse is not very comfortable with public displays of affection, because she is afraid of being judged or mocked by others for being weak or soft. She prefers to keep her relationship with you private and intimate, but doesn't mind the little things. She does gloat about being with you as well as showing you off, so that everyone on camp knows you're hers. She brags about you all the time and I mean, seriously, all the time. She's not a big hand holder but she almost over compensates by grabbing at your hips and thighs, throwing an arm over your shoulder or hiding her face in your neck. She especially loves bonfires when you sit on her lap and she can hold firmly onto your waist while she's talking to her siblings or just press her forehead against yours when her social battery is low.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

She's very perceptive. She may not know what has changed right away but she's also persistent so she'll figure it out in an instant. If it's the way you did your hair or something that happened along your day, even if you change your usual greeting. She notices and she'll definitely ask you about it.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Clarisse wants to be loved, that's all she’s ever wanted, and she has so much love to give, therefore I believe she'll do just about anything to make you happy. That includes being an absolute sap. She honestly doesn't mind how cliche it is, if it works on you, you bet she's using it. If anyone cares to say anything remotely negative about you or your relationship she will promptly glare them into oblivion or give them something to really worry about.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

She is your absolute biggest supporter. Especially if you don't believe in yourself, then she's trying even harder for you to see just how well you can do something if you put your mind to it. With something like sword training she is more than willing to help you, rewarding you with kisses and cursing you for distracting her with your pretty face.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Clarisse doesn't mind change, she rolls with it. If you have a certain way of doing things, a routine you like to follow, that's fine by her. If you're unpredictable, even better. She just loves to see what comes next in terms of your relationship, not necessarily needing anything to amplify her love for you. It's already hardwired into her.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

She knows you like the back of her hand. Even the slightest furrow of your eyebrows or tilt of your head and she'll be there in a second asking what's wrong. She does learn to be more empathetic towards your own struggles, which was hard at first because she wasn't sure how to see things from someone else's point of view. Though road but you make it work.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

She doesn't have much to look forward to so Clarisse values her relationship with you very highly, as you are one of the few people who can see past her tough and aggressive exterior and appreciate her softer and more vulnerable side. She is fiercely loyal and protective of you, and would do anything to keep you safe and happy.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

I actually read this one on a Wattpad story a while ago so credit to the original creator but, Clarisse has a teddy bear named Mr. Muscles she's had since she was like, nine and she cherishes it like it's her most prized possession. When she introduced this piece of information to you, you just found her so incredibly adorable you couldn't contain the giggles and she gets so hot in the face she pushes you off her bed and it's honestly one of the most memorable moments in your relationship.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

I headcanon Clarisse as your personal furnace as well as a koala bear so kisses and cuddles are a must, especially if it's cold outside. She loves to take naps with you, it gets to the point where she has trouble sleeping without you (so you give her a vial of your perfume to spray on Mr. Muscles for when you're away).

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Clarisse with you: 🥰

Clarisse without you: 😡

She gets snappier than usual and easily annoyed but she'll also get really sad because she's never had to deal with being away from you. Her siblings try to cheer her up by shoving some kid's head into the toilet but she's so disinterested in anything that does not involve you she just goes about her days training until she can see you again and show off her muscles.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

The answer is yes, one hundred percent. “Touch her and you die” trope goes so hard. Not only that but she would willingly sacrifice the world and herself for you and your relationship. She would go out of her way to make sure you are okay, that you are fed and hydrated and well rested, even messing up her own sleeping schedule in order to take better care of you.

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a/n -; It took me over 4 weeks to write this because for the life of me i couldn't figure out the direction this was gonna go i did not want to fuck up my first ever hoshina fic... but enjoy it anyway

Favorite break

wc: 1.3k

warnings: 18+, pussy eating, finger fucking, fist fucking, cum on pussy, rubbing, mutual masturbation, fuck buddy relationship, f!reader

You're the best way for him to spend his breaks at the base.

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Your noises were soft but breathless, your back slightly arched against your Vice-Captain’s desk, his head between your legs with slow ministrations of his tongue against your warm folds. He couldn’t stop mumbling about just how good you sounded, or how delicious you tasted.

Your shorts were discarded somewhere while your panties were hanging off your foot that rested on his shoulder, and he was keeping your legs open for more of his sassy mouth to shut up on its own by eating you out like some starved caveman.

His features disappeared with how his face was pressed between your thighs, holding your trembling legs in place due to how you wanted to close them on him after your first orgasm. You lost count of how many times you’ve come undone under him, and you knew that he wasn’t done with you. 

Those eyes, that were usually closed and relaxed, stared at you from your core with a sharp edge of desire. His red orbs always reminded you of the ‘red strings of fate’ theory, since they constantly pulled you back to him, whether it be in his tongue or on his cock… You never complained about either one.

The first time was just after you made a name of yourself in the third division, and you began to work with the Vice-Captain a lot more. Drunk calling him one night was a bad idea, but the phone sex that came after it didn’t help with the delusion of wanting him so deep inside of you.

He called you and asked you if he could see you after weeks, and you happily accepted, only to end up fucking for most hours of the night against the wall inside of the gym on base and finally able to experience what it was like for the Soshiro Hoshina to paint your walls until your legs felt like mush.

You thought it would be a few times before he was bored, but you were so wrong.

He caught you after your shower for the night, not being able to help but eye you in your pajamas. Your gasp was like a snap of a playful pull towards him as he pinned you to the wall, and it wasn’t long before you could feel his erection pressing against your clothed core through his pants.

He was lucky that he had you wrapped around his finger, your body unable to resist his touches and kisses along your skin. Next thing you knew, he already had you desperate for him. Your body ached for more, even if it was just his fingers.

Your hands entangled into his hair to make him keep going, your moans growing a bit louder since you were so close to another orgasm. It felt amazing, but a whine of longing slipped out of you as he stopped fucking you with his tongue.

“What the hell…?” You said breathlessly, taking your hands away from him to fix your messy hair.

“Oh, sweetheart, I called you over, that means I get to do whatever I please.”

His tone was teasing yet serious, the look in his eyes showing just how sex-crazed he was right now. It turned you on more than you already were, so you sat up to meet his eye level. “Alright. Give me some orders then, sir.”

Hoshina laughed before his hand reached around your waist to pull you closer, putting you right where you could feel his erection against your inner thighs. “Just sit there and take it like a good girl. Oh, and… don’t be so loud, princess.”

His voice was still playful, but he started unbuckling his pants with a single hand. He knew that was your favorite thing. You watched as his hard cock sprung out, the veins giving it all such definition. You’ve seen his dick many times before, but it never failed to take your breath away.

Your hand instinctively reached down and massaged your clit, letting out a soft moan from how swollen your sensitive bud became from his earlier actions. You saw Soshiro’s smirk at the corner of your eye before he took your hand away.

“No, none of that. That’s not allowed this time.” He said, his voice husky and dominating. You whined as a response before you reached to take his cock into your hands.

Your thumb spread his leaking pre-cum over the tip of his shaft. Hoshina groaned and bucked his hips into your hand, fucking your fist slowly as his hands gripped the edge of his desk that gently creaked under you from the weight and movements of your bodies.

“Fuck, sweetheart… You'll kill a man with that pretty hand—” He whispered before whimpering softly and thrusting his hips a bit faster, and you couldn't help but rub his cock against your folds for your own pleasure.

The whimper that escaped him as his pretty tip made your wet folds creamy, and he couldn’t help but leak over your clit, hissing while your moans sound heavenly to both of you when he’s the one making you come undone. 

Your moans grew louder at the way two of his fingers gently pushed up into your velvety walls, finger-fucking your pussy with sweet care and attention. His pace was fast enough to constantly have you moaning and whimpering. With every thrust of his hand, he pushed his digits deeper and harder to curl and hit your most sensitive spot, causing your legs to tremble against his sides.

You felt the mixed wetness with pre-cum pool under you and with a slight look, your eyes spotted the cream-colored liquid that was starting to gather into his hand, had you already orgasmed without warning?

It was possible.

Soshiro’s cock twitched in your hand, and he was starting to whine against your neck with pleas to let him cum all over you. His tone was breathless yet possessive, mumbling about how hot it would be for you to walk around and go to sleep with his seed spilled all over your folds and thighs.

“You’re fucking mine, you hear? This pretty pussy is gonna remember the shape of my dick one day…”

Those words sent a shiver down your spine from how out of breath and needy he sounded, a low-tone and a slight growl in his throat as he warned you. He was right, he did own your insides with how perfect he fucked and played with your body.

When your orgasm came crashing down, you moaned out his name directly in his ear. With his own groan in response, hot ropes of cum landed on your clit and inner thighs, and fuck was it hot to see him grip the edge of the desk while trying to compose himself.

“Shit…” He whispered, your own curse escaping your lips before you felt his hand grabbing your chin. “Watch your fucking mouth… You’re too gorgeous to talk like that.” 

You couldn’t help but smile playfully at his sass, tilting your head to look into his eyes with a hazy expression. “Damn hypocrite.”

Laughter filled the room before he cleaned you up with a napkin, fixing your clothes back onto your body before a gentle smack landed on your ass, a cute yelp escaping your mouth from the surprise. “Soshiro!”

“Yeah, yeah, give you a warning next time, blah blah—” he mocked with a smirk and wink, sitting back in his chair after fixing his own pants. “See you later, pretty lady.”

You rolled your eyes before shaking your head and teasing him while leaving, “Get back to work, Vice-Captain!”

“I was just taking a break!” He yelled back just before the door to his office closed. He stared at the door for a while after, his eyes noticing the stain on his desk before muttering under his breath, “My favorite kind of break at that…”