#tw: bodyworship

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Body Worship Masterlist

Art Affair (ao3) - Hoodie, orphan_account michael/ashton E, 3k

Summary: "Why the fuck would you want me for a model?"

"Because you are exactly what I would want. A rebel but you have class and you aren't like everyone else. I would really love to paint you."

Body of a God (ao3) - ashton_cuddles94 luke/ashton E, 1k

Summary: To Luke, Ashton was a god. He wasn't just beautiful, he was a gorgeous oil work, every brush stroke delicately painting him. Ashton was a statue carved from marble, every bump and curve meticulously creating his silhouette.

Drowning in You (ao3) - beendreaminglikeafool luke/ashton M, 2k

Summary: Never thought he’d trust a random guy he met twenty minutes ago to have his way with him, but Luke just wanted to stay in that euphoric headspace that showed no sign of stopping. And Ashton looked like one of those people that any soul could trust, even in all his naked glory.

or: Luke gets fucked at a Halloween party

Endlessly (ao3) - thesoulsailor calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 27k

Summary: Calum is the undisputed king of his high school, Ashton speaks through colours, Luke doesn't let anybody touch him and Michael is so getting killed by for hiding that snake in their teacher's drawer.

Everything Is Blue (You're Spilling Like An Overflowing Sink) (ao3) - Migs michael/luke, michael/calum, calum/oc E, 1k

Summary: The thing about Michael Clifford is that he is undeniably beautiful. He shines with the power of thousand stars and burns brighter than the sun. Calum would do anything to be part of his solar system.

Follow You Down (ao3) - lilacpages michael/calum E, 12k

Summary: It’s so stupid, because Michael knows these people are insignificant, and yet, he so easily allows himself to be persuaded by them. His mind races as he reads through the various criticisms, overanalyzing and coming to paranoid, disheartening conclusions that yeah, his voice was completely off and his guitar was out of tune and that all of these people are right.

In The Dark (Like Meteorites) (ao3) - dafeedil michael/calum/ashton E, 26k

Summary: Ashton falls for Calum at a nightclub, and then for Calum's boyfriend, too.

I Only Wanna Talk (ao3) - dafeedil michael/calum E, 16k

Summary: He thinks it should feel wrong, kissing Calum here in the dark, when the thousand dollars he paid to have this is sitting neatly in its envelope just feet away. But it doesn’t feel wrong, not at all. In fact, it feels unnatural not to be kissing Calum.

Or, more simply, Michael falls in love with a prostitute.

lend me your eyes (i can change what you see) (ao3) - mywonderwall luke/calum E, 5k

Summary: “You’re thinking too hard,” Calum murmurs, even though Luke hasn’t said anything. He pulls his lips off to bite at Luke’s lower jaw, just how he likes it. “You’ve got to relax.” He places a warm, solid hand on Luke’s chest, and Luke can feel his own heartbeat bounce up into Calum’s hand, then back down into his ribcage. Thump, thump, thump.

like a prayer (for which no words exist) (ao3) - satellitesunset (awkwardcaterpillar) ot4 E, 2k

Summary: It's overwhelming, being kissed, grazed, and revered in a manner not unlike worshipping like he's something divine and holy, someone worth praising and devoting to, he's both the saint and sinner, the painting and temple being venerated.

- or ashton-centric ot4 gang bang

More (ao3) - orphan_account ot4 E, 1k

Summary: 3 times that Ashton’s boys have been appreciative of his body

+1 time Ashton looks in the mirror.

Pamper (ao3) - mikeyreject T, 1k

Summary: Michael takes the day to spoil and take care of himself

that’s why you like it (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum, bryanna/ashton E, 69k

Summary: Calum starts doing workouts in the garden over the summer and Michael spends the whole time with his hand down his pants (until Calum takes matters into his own hands).

You Lit a Match with Your Nails on my Back (ao3) - macandgay michael/luke M, 3k

Summary: Michael snickers, “Shut up. I don’t fucking know. I never scratch peoples backs.” But he follows Luke’s request anyway, almost digging his nails into the cool skin and gliding them down his best friend’s side.

“Mhm.”

“Don’t bust a nut on me.”

“Shut up dumbass,” Luke snorts, blushing immediately. He was glad it was dark or Michael would probably tease him even more. “Just feels good. Don’t stop.”

You Need Some Get Right, Mama (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum E, 2k

Summary: Calum Hood didn’t mean to walk in on Michael Clifford, his best friend, his band mate, his crush, while he was sleeping. He didn’t know he was going to sleeping on his stomach, wearing something that was definitely not boxers. But, he’s glad he did, because it is the hottest sight he has ever had the privilege to have.

OR the fic where Calum walks in on Michael sleeping in panties. Sex ensues.

You On Top Got Me Feeling On Your Booty (Give Me That Sugar With The Sweet Talk) (ao3) - Migs luke/calum E, 3k

Summary: Luke is a camboy and Calum is his bodyguard.

[deliciouskeys]

In regards to the poll about Homelander and the mismatch of his suit appearance and his body appearance: do you have fics recs about him being upset by his body or trying to make himself look different?

[The referenced poll] Hmmm, I may not be the person best equipped to answer this, but here’s a short list that immediately comes to mind (you didn’t specify if you had pairing preferences, Anon, and ymmv about whether these fics fit the bill above):

@sehtoast’s You’re a God and Gods Must Be Worshipped: HL has body dysphoria (bigorexia without the ability to build muscle). Reader bodyworships him out of it.

@sehtoast’s very recent All of You is Left to Love. depowered!HL au with body dysphoria about mild weight gain, Reader gets him out of the funk.

Homiestan’s a little starvin’ never hurt nobody. HL is literally anorexic. Tw eating disorder mentality described in detail. Gen.

Sophila’s milk teeth where HL injects compound V and it makes his chest swell and lactate (he’s relatively nondysphoric about this but there’s still embarrassment and unease). Starlander, oddly enough. Toyryla illustrated this fic.

@fxrewelltoarms has a whole list of fics (all Butchlander) about HL in various extreme weight gain scenarios and allusions to body dysmorphia/dysphoria

Not fic but @olliveolly has some nice artwork of HL in and out of his suit (although also implies peacetime versus wartime physique differs)

I’m sure there are more that I’m missing, especially if it’s brief mentions in long multichapters.

[bunnypup-boy]

🔞 About 🔞

Hi! First and foremost: No one under 18! This is not the space for you

Transman (He/him pronouns only please). I go by Lychee

Pansexual

23 years old

I have a nonbinary partner (he/her/they pronouns). We are polyamorous. While they aren't on tumblr they are aware of this blog and fine with it

Heavily lean towards subbing

I don't kinkshame but please do not talk to me about kinks I list as a limit. Lets focus on the ones we have in common

Kinda shy at times and not the best at conversation but I'm happy to talk, make friends, etc. DMs and Asks heavily encouraged

Probably won't post pics. Especially because I'm pre-op and it makes me want to not perceive my body >.>

While I do not claim a label, if I had to I would be considered proship.

DNI: Homophobes, transphobes, terfs, bigots, etc

I won't block people for being cis but please keep in mind that cismen tend to make me nervous. I'm sorry, I've just had bad experiences ;-;

Kinks you'll probably see here, limits, etc: Work in progress. *These are NOT exhaustive lists

I'll do my best to tw tag all kinks in this format: nsft: petplay

Kinks:

Pet play

Noncon (or CNC? I'm unsure what the defining line is here since they're both fantasy. If anyone could help me figure this out I'd really appreciate it.)

Omorashi

Humiliation/Degradation

Knifeplay

Chastity

Size Kink

Cucking

Fear Play

Differences? I'm not sure if there's a name for this but differences in strength, intelligence, etc are fun to me. Generally, I'd like to be the one at a disadvantage.

Bullying (like wedgies and stuff >///>)

Praise

Bodyworship

DD/LB, MD/LB, etc. Basically Dom of any gender/LB. (Likely won't post but will Like stuff. If I do post/reblog it'll be tagged like anything else on this list)

Uncertain/Won't Post Even If I Interact Through Likes!:

* As mentioned above, I will not reblog these kinks but don't mind interacting and stuff. I'm listing them purely so those who want to entirely avoid people who like these things (or people who haven't decided if they like them or not) can more easily avoid me. No hard feelings 💞/genuine

Limits:

Misgendering/detrans

Trans sissies, primarily ftm (not cis sissies, sorry but you guys are usually mean or cause problems for trans women in my experience)

Some level of gore

Raceplay

Scat

Feederism

[My limits are NOT a DNI. Please just respect them.]

Other Information:

I do have BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder). I tend to be the type that internalizes stuff more. I don't really lash out/rage physically or anything. I'm not sure if I need to clarify that or not but I am just in case.

I am probably putting myself at risk by saying this, should the wrong person see, but I'm hoping the assumed positive benefits of being open about it will outweigh the bad.

Positives being:

If you want to avoid me all together you can. That's much better than forming a friendship that would crumble once that information is out. I don't know, I never thought about warning people of my diagnosis until I saw a specific subreddit. If you know, you know

Ideally this will help ease concerns about whether I'm ignoring you if I were to temporarily drop a conversation to regulate myself, stop socializing for a period of time, etc. I'll probably add more to this later. Not sure yet.

Terms I'm Okay With:

For My Chest: Chest

Genitalia: boypussy, cunt, boycunt, breeding hole, fuckhole, will add more as I figure it out

Terms I Dislike:

Chest: Breasts, tits, boobs, boobies

Genitalia: vagina

[gurljustchilling]

Infatuation

By: hiitsnad

Summary:

"Are you ugly?" Soap teases.

Ghost scoffs. "Quite the opposite,"

Soap isn't convinced. Or satisfied.

Soap admires Ghost.

During a mission gone wrong he gets an understanding of his feeling towards Ghost. Gets a glimpse of the man behind the mask.

And he falls so hard for him.

Rating: Mature / Explicit

Tw / Warning: little bit of blood, description of scars, shooting the bad guys

Category: M/M

Fandom: Call of Duty

Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish / Simon "Ghost" Riley

Tags: Comfort, Pining (so much), Sexual Tension (even more), Explicit Sexual Content, Anal, Praise Kink, Body Worship (!)

Words: 9800

Chapters:2/2

#ghost x soap #spicy #cod #Soap/Ghost #m/m #bodyworship #i giggled and squealed reading this #so good #not to spicy

[phanfictioncatalogue]

are there any new body worship fics? or just any sort of fic where one tries to comfort the insecure one

It’s in the air and it’s all around, can you feel me now? (ao3) - natigail

Summary: After filming Cards Against Humanity PHAN EDITION, Dan gets an idea into his head involving his DDR mat. He is so focused on that that he nearly misses how Phil starts planning another thing related to the video.

If anyone asks, lap dancing is the perfect way to celebrate a high score on DDR.

Pretty Baby (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan, who previously fought his own, natural, femininity, explores the traditionally feminine to surprise his future husband and learns that there is much to love about these parts of himself.

Shut up and come, you buffoon (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: 

“Just so you know,” Phil said, conversationally, “I don’t care where they went.” “What?” “Your abs. I never have and never will care about where they are or aren’t."

Some PWP body appreciation.

- Tori

[nepenthendline]

Gentle Loving - Tendou

A little N*FW at the end but mainly fluffy this is purely a self-indulgent fic of sucking tendou’s dick for the first time, featuring somewhat a bodyworship kink aka I want tendou to be loved, also kind of a smut alternative to insecurity i guess? It’s in the same setting and about the same stuff so you can read it as a part two or an alternative lol this also goes along with my mental health headcanons for tendou but I’ll keep it pretty vague

this is pretty damn long btw (2.5k words), I have a lot of tendou feelings ok

Tagging @togasknifes bc she had to sit through me complaining about this, and @pudding-head-kenma bc mingi

TW: very very slight, brief hint at self-harm scarring

The two of you had been cuddling in bed watching anime for the last couple hours; it was one of your favourite ways to spend time together while indulging in your hobby. You were tucked in his side with your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, and his around you. Every now and then, between comments of the action on the screen, he would lean down and brush kisses on the top of your head. His fingers grazed up and down your arm, setting your skin alight with his warmth. Even after months of being together his touch still managed to provoke the butterflies in your stomach, yet make you feel so calm and safe.

Your turned your head from his chest to look up at him. His wide, glowing eyes were entranced by the flashing of the screen, and his jawline seemed so chiselled from the shadow. The red hair that he shaved off a couple weeks ago had started to grow back in small, fuzzy waves that contrasted his smooth, pale skin. His pink lips were parted slightly and curled up in an anticipating smile; sometimes they even moved along with the words of the characters that he had heard so many times before. You’ve always thought of him as handsome, but right now, he really was the most beautiful sight in the world.

You leaned up from his grasp to plant a gentle kiss on the edge of his jaw, just like you had done many times before. His eyes trailed over to meet yours and gave you a sweet grin, then turning back to his laptop in front of him. Your gaze didn’t move though, as you tucked your head into his neck and placed tentative kisses along the skin, trailing from just below his ear to his collarbone. Your actions didn’t have much intention behind them besides enjoying the feeling of his burning skin against your lips, and his pulse that shook under your touch. As you were about to raise your head to repeat your actions, Tendou’s mouth had captured yours.

After a few first gentle kisses, you placed your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue brushed against your lower lip, giving you permission to deepen your movements. With each kiss, your nose bumped against his, and his grip on your waist got tighter. This certainly wasn’t the first time the two of you had lost yourself in each other’s affection this way, but you had never progressed further. Whenever things seemed to get a little more heated, one of you would pull away and put out the flame to relight another day.

But there was something in you this time that wanted more. The way that his fingers dug into your hips, how his hair felt so soft in your touch, and how his eyes looked extraordinarily intense. You wanted to pour your love onto him, make him feel all the admiration and desire you felt for him.

Shuffling the laptop away with your hand, you moved your leg over to be seated on his lap. He didn’t seem to refuse your action in any way, so with both hands on either side of his face, you delved back in to the kiss. One of his hands had found its way into your hair, tugging it ever-so-slightly to keep your head close to his. You were both becoming breathless, but you’d rather suffocate in his love than stop.

One hand of yours moved to his hip, pushing his shirt upwards and stroking the skin under. He shuddered a little, either out of surprise or nervousness, but he didn’t stop you. Shuffling the shirt up even higher, your hand made it way to his exposed abdomen. Since you had started your journey up his body, his kisses had lost sync with yours; the steady tempo the two of you had created was gone, and he let out shaky breaths between each attempt. As your hand had moved slightly closer towards his chest, he swiftly moved to grab your wrist, stopping it.

“I-I’m sorry, did I go too far? We can stop if you want,” you stuttered, pulling back from him. He stared at you with a complex look, as if he was debating with himself.

“No, don’t be sorry. That was my fault. I...” his eyes didn’t meet yours as he spoke. You could tell he had more to say, but he appeared to be struggling with the words.

“What’s on your mind? You can talk to me, it’s ok,” you whispered to him, stroking his cheek with the hand that still rested there.

“Nothing, nothing, it’s fine,” he rushed out, spreading a fake wide smile on his face. He made a move to sit up further, but you stopped him, giving him a look that he knew he couldn’t escape this one like he had tried each time in the past. His gaze filtered through various points in the room but never once on you, thinking over the rush of thoughts in his head.

He let out an exasperated sigh and let his head fall back against his headboard, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I just...,” he sighed again and threw his arms over his eyes to cover his face from your concerned gaze, “fuck, I just don’t want you to take my clothes off and not like what you see,” he spoke fast, as if it would stop you from hearing his vulnerability. You sat still, quiet for a moment as you processed what he said.

“I would never not like how you look, Satori,” you murmured, somewhat to yourself in confusion. “I think your beautiful, and I might not have ever seen you with your shirt off but I’ve kinda already got the gist of what you look like. I chose you, and love you knowing what you look like, and I love it Satori, I do.” you stroked the back of his arms that covered his face in an attempt to soothe him. Honestly, you were just as nervous as him, but you put on a brave face to guide him through this like he always did for you. “I want to show you how perfect you are to me, if you’ll let me?”

Slowly, his arms lifted away from his face and rested by his side; his fingers reaching your thighs and lightly brushed over them. When he didn’t respond, you leaned in again and, delicately, placed a kiss on him. As you pulled away, he bit his lip and nodded. You confirmed with him that you could continue, then kissed him again, before laying him down so he was flat on the bed.

“Just let me know if you want me to stop, ok? We don’t go too far, I promise,” you kissed him once more, before tucking your head down to place kisses along his collarbones to distract him a little as you started to pull his shirt up from the bottom. He, shakily, helped you take it off and laid back down on the bed, clenching his eyes shut once more.

While he wasn’t as active as he used to be in high school, you could still see how years worth of training had moulded his body. He wasn’t ripped or buff by any means, but his shoulders were broad and his arms looked strong; they tensed and relaxed as his fingers fiddled with the duvet under him to calm himself. You placed a hand on his chest and felt as it shifted with every breathe of his. You had spent so much time resting your head on this part of his body, so it already took up a lot of room in your thoughts. His skin was soft and hot as your hand trailed down to his stomach. You leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to the left side of his chest below his collarbones, and slowly, dragged your lips across his torso. One of your hands moved across the bed to find his, and gripped it tightly as your mouth explored his body. He let out deep breath, quivering breaths with each touch, but he slowly relaxed under you. His eyelids remained closed, but their grip softened and the muscles in his face went slack.

“I love you,”

Your mouth worked further down his body, tasting at the skin just above the beginning of his jeans. Moving across, you nipped at his prominent hips, making his jump slightly.

“Sorry,” you giggled at his reaction, stroking your thumb over his knuckles.

“No, no, that was nice, you can carry on, please,” he seemed to be a little amused himself by his reaction, smiling along with you for the first time in a while. Your free hand reached up to find the button of his jeans.

“Can I?” he nodded at your question, so you steadily began to undo his jeans and pull them off his body. Before you could pull them any lower than the tops of his thighs, his hand came to stop you once more, but his grip was gentler, more relaxed than last time.

“You’re gonna see some things but we can talk about it later, just...ignore it for now,” he mumbled, letting go of your hand so you could continue. You didn’t know what he was hinting at, but you didn’t push further. With his help, you pulled off his jeans and let them fall on the floor beside the bed.

You were familiar with his long legs from the lower thigh downwards due to seeing him often in his volleyball uniform during school, but you still took the time to run your fingers down them, massaging them slightly and feeling his muscles flex under them.

“You’re so pretty, Satori,” you said as you leaned down to, once again, trail your kisses up his legs. “You’re doing so well baby.”

His breath trembled more the closer you go to the tops of his thighs, in a mix of pleasure and restlessness. With his free hand now stroking over your hair, he took in all the senses you gave; the warm, wet feeling on your lips on his body, the heat from your scalp in his hand and the smell of your lotion that he was so familiar with. He was so nervous, but his body couldn’t help but fall into your touch,

“I’m going to fall asleep at this rate,” he chuckled in a low voice. You apologised for your slow movements, but he rejected your words, “this is the best day of my life, I don’t know what your apologising for,” his voice was light with laughter, setting a smile on your face too. He had settled down in your motions, so you took this chance to slowly pull his boxers down his legs, letting them meet his jeans on the floor.

You didn’t move for a few moments as you took in the sight of his, now, naked frame. You attention was drawn to his half-hard cock that lay on low on his stomach, and how the tip was the prettiest pink that complimented his complexion. Your eyes drifted over to the areas of his hips and tops of his thighs that were once covered by his underwear. You fingers moved hesitantly to skim the scars that littered his pale skin; they all seemed particularly old, although some were darker and larger than others. Moving down, you kissed each mark without hurry, moving inwards closer and closer to his crotch. You looked up at him to check on his expression; his eyes will still closed but his lips were parted slightly, damp from running his tongue over them.

You placed one, testing kiss on the base of his cock as he let out a deep sigh. Enjoying his reaction, you left warm, open-mouthed kisses to the tip. As you pulled back slightly, you noticed how much harder his dick had gotten through your actions. Wrapping your hand around the base, you noticed how your fingers barely found their way around it, and how your hand felt so small compared to him. You gripped his length a little harder, receiving a quiet, raspy moan. With the moisture from your previous exploration, you easily moved your hand up and down his member; each breath of Tendou’s released with a whine as his head tiled back further.

Taking it one step further, you lifted his cock, fitting your mouth over the tip and slowly sunk down on him. The hand that had been in your hair was now gripping tightly, almost to the point of pain. His mouth was wide open, letting a strained groan leave his throat. You hollowed out your cheeks and continued, moving up and down at a steady pace.

The muscles in his stomach began to tense as you worked him; his body quivering in the pleasure. Your free hand came to rest on his stomach, stroking the skin to settle him down. He had never felt anything like this before. All he could do was focus on the way your head moved and how hot you felt around him. He felt overwhelmed in the best way possible - the closest he had ever felt to this before was a panic attack, but this feeling was much more soothing, warming and addicting. His eyes started to let little tears run down his cheeks as he reached his high; his back arching off the bed slightly and his hips rutting into your mouth. He wanted to warn you but he couldn’t seem to form any words in this moment.

With a loud, strangled moan he finished in your throat. You did your best to take all of his release, which was a little difficult due to the suddenness, but you dragged out his high with slow movements. He pulled slightly on the back of your head as a sign that he was finished so you lifted off of him and crawled up to meet his face, sitting above his stomach. Your hand brushed the tears away that stuck to his cheeks as you checked over him. His eyes were lidded in a sleepy manner and he wore a little smile. You bend down to press kisses over his face, beginning at his forehead, then his cheeks, moving to his nose and finally his lips. Resting your forehead on his, you ran your fingers through his short hair.

“You did so well, my love, I’m proud of you,” you praised in a soft, quiet tone. He chuckled in response,

“I didn’t do anything, but thank you.” With one final kiss, you lifted your body off of his, laying back on the bed with your body leaning on the headboard. You opened your arms for him, and he rolled over to bury his face in your neck; his long arms wrapped around you as you held him.

“I love you, every part of you,” you whispered into his hair.

“I love you too. Thank you.”

[les-fleurs-fanees]

M A G N O L I A ❦ A C K E R M A N

BIRTH NAME: Magnolia Elodie Ackerman

NICKNAME: Maggie, Mags

MOTHER: {TBA}

FATHER: {TBA}

SIBLINGS: Lord Ackerman

AGE: 515

HEIGHT: 5′7″

WEIGHT: 115lbs

BODY BUILD: Slim

HAIR COLOR: Blonde

EYE COLOR: Red

ADDITIONAL PHYSICAL TRAITS: Magnolia is very slender, and appears quite fragile. She almost always wears very modest clothing with her flaxen hair worn loose. She also wears readers.

POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: Loving, erudite, expressive, exuberant

NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: Lonely, self-depricating, isolated, socially awkward, timid

MOTIVATIONS: Taking control of her life.

FAVORITE COLOR: Forest Green

FAVORITE FOOD: Type A+

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Type AB+

HOBBIES: Writing, Needlepoint, Reading, Sketching, Poetry

KINKS: Vers, TPE (as either the submissive/Dominant), bondage, painplay (as either recipient/giver), watersports (as recipient), bodyworship

HARD LIMITS: Ageplay, Feet

D O S S I E R

Magnolia Ackerman is the younger sister of the current Lord Ackerman. And at one point in her life, she was a well liked and exuberant young Vampiress. A favorite at salons, Magnolia was as vibrant as her namesake. The then Lord and Lady Ackerman were all too proud to have Magnolia for a daughter.

When her brother married and his wife bore Sebastian and Prudence, the pressure was put upon Magnolia to marry and have children of her own. Knowing that it was her duty, Magnolia did not fight tradition, but would silently pray that she be as lucky as her brother was: to find a mate that would treat her with love and kindness.

Alas, Magnolia was not so lucky.

(TW: Gore)

@xadlibitumhqbios

Lord Bartholomew of a foreign noble family was chosen to be her husband, and the pair were quietly married in a modest ceremony hosted in Upper America. That was the last time she’d lived amongst her family. And for a time, she was permitted to see her brother, sister-in-law, her nephew Sebastian and her niece Prudence. And for a time, things were good.

Again, Magnolia was not so lucky.

Her sister-in-law’s third pregnancy was announced with pure joy and excitement, and Magnolia couldn’t wait to meet her new niece/nephew. Yet all the while, all attempts for her own pregnancy with her husband were futile. Once the second child arrived, joy quickly turned to horror as Magnolia’s sister-in-law did not survive the birth. Overcome with the desire to be at her brother’s side, she begged to be named a surrogate for the two little girls, however such a request was at odds with her duty, and her husband responded to her pleas with a vehement no.

As time passed, the visits became less frequent. Until they stopped entirely. Her family in Upper America was a distraction; one that her husband firmly believed kept them from being able to conceive. Soon thereafter, the expansive estate they shared became little more than her prison cell.

Magnolia’s life was hallmarked by empty social gestures and pervasive social isolation. Little joys came in the form of letters she wrote to her nieces and nephew, nearly all of them coded so that Lord Bartholomew wouldn’t notice. And still, the attempts to produce an heir continued, with their ‘attempting’ nights becoming downright clinical in nature. Nearly all ended with nothing, excluding the occasional miscarriage.

Magnolia’s dour nature was palpable to the other nobles who would visit them, and it was suggested to Lord Bartholomew that perhaps he should do something to lift her spirits. That her fertility would improve if she were simply...happier. He considered this, and ultimately agreed. The solution to their problems came in the form of a young female slave, claimed as a gift for Magnolia so that she wouldn’t feel quite so alone. Magnolia named her Petal.

The effect of the Claim’s presence was immediate. Petal was quiet and subservient. Never raising a hand to her Masters, and, much like Magnolia, endured the brusque, abusive manner that Lord Bartholomew ran his home. Petal was incorporated into their ‘attempts’ and while she did improve things, Lord Bartholomew also liked to use Petal for his own pleasures. Often forcing Magnolia to watch as a means to ready her for another ‘attempt’.

And perhaps it was that shared experience that ultimately brought Petal and Magnolia closer together...closer than was appropriate for a Noble Vampiress and her slave. In their scant moments together without the Lord’s presence, Petal became privy to who Magnolia truly was. A vibrant, intelligent woman of many interests and skills. Not this reticent, empty shell that would sit in silence doing needlepoint all day. Eventually they’d shared kisses, made love after feedings, and eventually confessed their love for one another. And for the first time in forever, Magnolia truly felt loved. Spending time with Petal tempered the abuse she endured at the hands of her husband. For all of the anger and vitriol he would lob at her, Petal was there with open arms and I love yous. And for a time, things were improving.

But again, Magnolia wasn’t so lucky.

Despite this secret relationship, Magnolia still couldn’t conceive, and Lord Bartholomew was more brutish than ever. Verbally berating Magnolia for being utterly useless. As a result, Petal couldn’t bear to see Magnolia suffer any longer. And on one fateful night, in the midst of an ‘attempt’, Lord Bartholomew noticed just how much more passionate his wife was with their Claim. Overcome with jealousy, he flew into a rage, striking Magnolia, and sending Petal sprawling to the floor. An angry tirade ensued, with every possible jab he could think of being hurled at a trembling Magnolia, huddled naked in a corner. Petal, meanwhile, seized the moment and ran outside, hell bent on escaping. Magnolia remained on the floor sobbing; mourning the loss of her Claim, while begging for forgiveness and apologizing profusely for everything and anything.

Petal continued to run as fast as she could without looking back. But as she passed a small gardeners shed in the yard, she suddenly stopped. She couldn’t leave her Mistress behind to rot in that hell hole with that monster. And Petal soon returned to the bedroom with a large axe in hand. Letting out a guttural scream, Petal swung the axe in a vicious arc, and embedded the large blade directly into Lord Bartholomew’s neck. Magnolia watched in catatonic horror as her husband suddenly went fish-eyed, and Petal continued the assault, with each sloppy swing of the blade. Chop! Chop! Chop! The Lord’s mouth became a geyser of blood, and his esophagus and trachea hung loose from the newly formed gash in his neck. And once Petal finished excising the Lord’s head from his body, she dropped the axe with a loud clatter, and simply stared back at Magnolia from behind his corpse.

Amid all of the screaming, some of the estate servants came running, seeing the gory scene in front of them, and connecting the dots. And Magnolia sobbed. Not for her husband. Both Magnolia and Petal knew that she was dead. No one would believe her if told the truth of what had happened. Petal, chest still heaving from the assault looked Magnolia in the eyes and said, “You’re finally free.” With that, the Blood Knights arrived, and that was the second to last time Magnolia had seen Petal. The final time being the young woman’s trial, wherein she was sentenced to death for the murder of her Master. As she was led off by the Blood Knights she looked toward Magnolia, and mouthed the words I love you.

All of this happened a mere two months ago, and that’s what finds Magnolia returning to Upper America to live with her brother and his family (at his urging). Unsure of what to do with this new found freedom, Magnolia is neither optimistic or pessimistic about this new phase in her life.

Above all else, she is numb.

And lonelier than ever.

[echo-echo31]

Drabble, worshiping Alpha, because he deserves it.

NSFW - F!Reader

Warnings: daddy kink, bodyworship, dubcon, breeding kink, use of kitten, mild collar use, mild breeding kink, daddy kink(idk how something so short got so many kinks im sorry).

This is also thank you for being patient with me as I deal with life and put this on hold for a bit. Hope you enjoy :3

*Takes place during Part 3*

You're rutting slowly against him as he rubs a hand across your back, silently encouraging the way you sigh - long and high - into his skin as he lays on his back.

You whine, suddenly overcome with how good it all feels, and he basically coos into you ear. You find yourself being lifted by his arms as he sits up, positioning you so that you're folded into his lap.

"What does my babygirl want, hmm?" He asks softly, and you tuck your head into the crook of his shoulder.

It's not that you're embrassed - I trained that out of you a long time ago, didn't I? - but that you're so far down that it's hard to actually formulate the words. Still, you do your best, because that's what Daddy asked for.

"I...I just...can I touch you, Daddy?"

Alpha chuckles softly, making you squirm even more to hide your face. To your dismay however, he gently lifts you chin with his wide hand, forcing you to look into blue eyes intensly staring down at you like a hawk spotting it's prey.

"Kitten, you don't need to ask. All this is for you," He replies, stroaking a thumb over your cheek and watching with an agressively fond expression as you mewl a little.

His answer gives you a little more confidence, turning in his grasp to nose at the curve between his neck and shoulder.

"This...all for me?" You seem to wonder out loud, opening your mouth to kiss and suckle tenderly at the synthetic skin. You feel Alpha's muscles melt a little at the contact and feel a warm flash of pride at the fact that you made it happen. The brand is a constant simmer for you now anyway, but warm prickles of heat slowly start to spread their vines across your shoulder blades as you continue sucking your marks.

A noise like a startled animal leaves you as you're suddenly tipping forwards, arms around your waist, to once again rest above the andorid. He rubs small circles into your hips with his thumb; an indication that he wants you to continue on whatever need for exploration has taken you at the moment.

You lean down again, moving to stroke your hands across his chest, barely grazing his nipples but delighted at the small huff it drags from him anyway. Paying more attention this time, you slowly circle the nub, watching at his biomimicry allows it to harden under your touch. Then, you lean down even further to take it in your mouth, moaning when Alpha properly groans, hands becoming tigher and possessive on your hips.

"That's it, my good girl," He purrs and you whimper, legs starting to part as that all too familar feeling of wetness starts spreading onto your thighs.

You relecuntantly leave the abused nipple, sucking it off before you move onto the next section of the artwork laid out before you. Shuffling down the bed, your eyes are drawn to the thin line that carves out Alpha's hip; a perfect V helping to frame your favourite treat, to direct you towards where you belong.

Thoughts and memories make you moan again even before leaning down once more. You're intent is made clear when your tounge lavishly licks a stripe up the line and both your core and brand sing as Alpha literally jolts beneath you, hip moving upwards to meet your mouth as he moans.

You want to continue this forever; see how much of his body you can cover with your touch. Before you know it though, you're grabbed by the collar and back up to Alpha's mouth, whimpering as his own tounge devouers yours. Qucikly, you find yourself on you back, turned over so that he can press his hips and aching arousal into you.

"Babygirl, my sweet girl. Don't you dare think about a thing. I know you were having fun but now Daddy needs to breed you,"

Your head falls back as he prepares to make good on that promise.