#whatever that just means i can say whatever i like without fear of embarrassment

[tstain-is-an-idiot]

New (mini) hyperfixation unlocked???

yeah... him🥺🥺

[melinoelliones]

Jax NSFW Alphabet

I don't even know how I managed to forget to do his NSFW Alphabet... So anyways here it isss

Jax - Heat Part 2 is coming btw!!! It's almost done. Click here to read Jax Heat Part 1 if you haven't read already!

What I think he would do may not align with what YOU think he would do! I have tried to make this mostly gender neutral but I fear I slipped a bit of x Fem Reader is there. Also sorry for the ugly banner, his png's aren't great lmao.

My writing skills have fallen off since I've been off for like what 2 months, but I am working on getting better!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jax is the type to talk over what you guys just did in bed, maybe mock you a bit but it always follows up with him smothering you in kisses and ass grabs. His large grin shows as he pulls you closer knowing you get embarrassed when he mocks you. 

“?!&% ?!&% ?!&%, feels so good” he moans out, mocking your previous words as you hide your head into his chest in hopes that you’ll disappear from this world. “I’m just kidding babe, you’re so hot when you do it. Lets me know i’m doing it right yanno” he jested, slapping his hand against your ass before pulling you tighter into his chest.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jax likes his hands the most. Them in contrast to your body drives him crazy, and seeing his fingers in you is insane.

His favourite part of you would be your stomach or thighs for sure. He’s a thighs guy, what can I say. When you and the guys are hanging out, he is 100% sitting with his head on your thighs or just between your legs like its nothing.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Anywhere and everywhere. He loves to cover you in it, your perfect body being defiled by his cum is everything to him. Only he gets to do that to you, you’re his property and he can do whatever he wants with it.

He also just likes filling you with it, after rounds and rounds he gets to watch it slowly try and seep out of your precious holes.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He enjoys watching you get off, he could sit and watch like it was a tv show. Bonus points if he can guide you through it, making you edge yourself until you ignore his commands and he has to come over and punish you.

His oral fixation comes in waves, having your tits in his mouth is like heaven. He will never tell a single soul that, even you, but we all know it. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

A part of me wants to say that in the outside world he’s a raging virgin, now he’s in the circus so he can just go crazy.

But another part of me wants to say he’s super experienced, but he’s never been with someone like you. Not even in a stereotypical way, but he’s just not usually into you as a type.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Mutual masterbation where ya’ll are side by side. From time to time he’ll just slide his free hand over to your body and play with it too.

Doggy but he’s so unserious with it. He’ll put his foot up by your head to make sure to get as deep as he can into you.

Cowgirl/riding and reverse cowgirl for sure. His hands are so large that they can carry your body with ease, so being in these positions means when he wants me he can just place them above your hips and slam you into him. Then he gets to watch your stomach bulge out with each stroke and your face contort.

“?!&%, well would you look at that” Jax hissed, skimming his fingertips across your stretched skin as he took in the sight of the bulge protruding from your stomach. 

Jax let out a small chuckle before grabbing your hand and placing it over the hump, “you feel that doll? You feel how full you are hmm?”. Your glossy eyes glanced into his as he began to thrust into you, your palm rising and falling with each one.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be humorous but most times I don’t even think it’s intentional.

Like if he was to say “woahhh, easy there tiger. If you go that fast you’ll cum before me, and you know that's not allowed”. I’d probably laugh but he’s dead serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Canonically… probably none.

To ME, he wouldn’t care to keep himself trimmed up nice. It’s a bit crazy down there but I don’t care.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be both super romantic and just zoned in.

“?!&% babe keep going, my cock feels so good in that pretty throat of yours”

“Oh you poor thing, are you tired? But I’m not finished with you yet, so looks like we have a little bit longer to go”

“You’re mine, my personal fuck toy remember? So come over here, let me use your body for a bit”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Why would he get off himself when he has you? You can fulfill every need and more at any given time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dacryphilia for sure, he mocks you for crying but he want more always

“Are you crying?” he cooed, grinning as he looked down at your sweet face, your tears mixing with your saliva at the corners of your lips.

“Awww you poor thing, bit off more than you can chew did we? Better finish off what you started, you’re doing so well, I’ll make sure to paint that pretty little throat of yours white” Jax growled, caressing your damp lower face with his hand and sliding his cock deeper down your throat, your gargles slowly inching him closer and closer to ecstasy. That and the fact he could see you rubbing your thighs together for your own enjoyment.

Overstimulation and edging for sure, he’s the ultimate tease. There are days he will make you edge yourself over and over again until you can’t any longer, just to then take over and overstimulate you till your body is a mess.

Free use and CNC 100% You guys have nothing but spare time, so having you at his disposal at all times is perfect. He doesn’t care the location, who’s around or who could come around. If he wants it, he’ll have it, and everyone else will have to deal with it.

“B~But Gangle is looking for us J~Jax”, “So? Why the hell do I care? That crybaby won’t say a word regardless. I want to fill you up right here and now n no one will stop me from doing so” he vowed, unbuckling his overalls with one hand and leaning you over the railing with the other.

L = Location (favourite places to do they do)

Anywhere, he legit does not care where. He does enjoy public places though as he enjoys watching your nervous face when you hear the others roaming around, and he gets to feel you clench around him as they get closer due to fear.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You being a brat, he likes to fuck the brat out of you. 

Also just when you’re super needy, your body listens well when it wants something.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Toys on himself, he really isn’t into it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Is it bad if I say his preference is receiving? Not saying he doesn’t give, but he prefers to get head.

“Ugh fine, stop with the frowning already and come over here before I change my mind” Jax huffed, rolling his eyes as he gestured for you to go to him. Sometimes he would act as if he didn’t want it, but he thoroughly enjoyed having you on his face, your thighs encasing his face as he got to play with you. 

“Remember dollface, I’m the one in control here, so I’ll have you here until all you can focus on is my tongue against you”

He enjoys head, so much so that he just has to fuck you after every time.

“?!&% you did so good, so ?!&%ing good baby” he breathlessly huffed, tangling a large portion of your hair into his hand and sliding you off of his dripping cock, a mixture of spit and cum still connecting you to it as he yanked you up. 

Before you could even really comprehend what was going on, your lips met his, resulting in the neediest of kisses. You hadn’t even had a chance to take a breath before, both of your hands now roughly exploring eachothers bodies, you both wanted nothing more than to be one.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both. Sometimes he just needs to be balls deep in you, crashing into you with no remorse. Other times he likes to take it slow and and make sure you feel every touch.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Daily. Not much else to do is there.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

All the time, again, y'all have endless time so why not?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go like 4-5 rounds back to back, others just 2 but a load of oral in between.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

On you he loves them, especially the vibes. Making you have one on you while you guys are with the others is like entertainment for him. Having to watch you squirm in silence while the others stare, oblivious as to why you're so antsy. 

“Are you okay? You’re acting like Pomni right now?”, “They’re fineeee, aren’t you? Go on, tell them” Jax jested, turning up the vibe as you went to open your mouth, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to form a straight sentence with it that high.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

To the point that it could drive one insane.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t too loud but he likes to dirty talk, he knows it turns you on.

“Does my cock feel that good? You’re drooling”

“Go on, cum on this cock. Make sure everyone knows it’s yours”

“You think Caine can see us right now hmm? Lets put on one hell of a show for him, I know he probably has one hell of a filthy mind. If he didn’t, wouldn’t he have stopped up by now?”

“You’re so ?!&%ing lucky I can’t breed you in this place”

“Do you want the others to hear you? Because you aren’t too good at holding your tongue”

“I’m gonna fill you up nice and good, only I can violate this, it’s mine”

“Stop covering your mouth, I need to hear how well I fuck you”

W = Wild card (a random dirty headcanon for the character)

He wants to watch you fuck someone else, just so he can see how pathetic they are at making you feel good. Only he can make you cum, only he knew your sweet spots and what you liked. You’re practically molded to him, you are his and no one will compare, but he wants to watch someone try.

Jax watched as one of the NPC’s he had snuck in frantically fucking you, your fake moans only making him sigh heavily in the chair at the end of the bed. He was almost getting annoyed at the fact that this NPC was barely even trying, he was just using your body at this point. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure you actually cum” Jax reassured, caressing your cheek before making his way to your legs, “A* for effort but you’re done” he scowled, shoving the NPC aside before he could even consider defiling your body any further.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Its girthy and long. It took you a long time to get use to, but now nothing else can satisfy you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It can go from wanting it everyday to just tired of it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It can be pretty instant after the aftercare, but even while asleep his body still pulls you into him for security.

[kaiserposting]

How to Subtly Show Someone You're Interested

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader WORD COUNT: 2.4k TYPE: Humor, Bad flirting, bickering WARNINGS: huge Kaiser tw

#1 Eye contact

Kaiser has been acting strange.

Usually this would not be an observation you'd be making (as he acts weird all the time so it's not worthy of note), but today he's been so odd, it's starting to bug you even more than his default level of being annoying.

He keeps just… staring blankly. At you. You don't know what you did to deserve this horrible treatment — perhaps you did not grovel enough after accidentally butting into His Majesty’s shoulder, or breathed in his direction too hard without permission, or some other similar tragedy — but it's getting unsettling.

Well, honestly, it was creepy to begin with, but it's making your skin crawl more and more the longer it goes on. Like, what does he want? Are you going to be on the news soon? His eyes are blue and lifeless and evil like always, so you know he can't be up to anything good each time he burns your body to a crisp with his stoic serial killer gaze. It's even worse when he smirks at you while he does it, that's how you know the torture you'll endure at his hands will be slow and painful, and he's already delighting in his demented plans before putting them into action.

Kaiser attempts to maintain his stare down with you while he makes his way out of the training room and you stay behind putting away whatever you need to, observing him in confusion and fear. Though, of course, you would not admit to something as lowly as letting Kaiser intimidate you out loud (since you don't want to partake in an action that seems to give him a mental orgasmic feeling), at least to yourself, you can concede you're on edge.

… That is, until his dedication towards being a scrote proves detrimental even to him because he runs into the wall, hitting about half his face. It seems tormenting you is too distracting for a sick sadist like Kaiser. He palms at his skin, probably seething to himself while trying to seem cool and collected and totally not on the brink of shitting himself in anger on the outside, as if such a small thing as a solid wall could not faze him or even cause him pain.

You point and laugh at him. Kaiser pretends not to see you and walks out tall and proud like nothing happened. This will have to do as your revenge, for now.

#2 Initiate conversation

“Did you have a nice weekend?” asks Kaiser.

“It's Tuesday,” you reply, once again confused. Why is he talking to you, does he have nothing better to do.

“Right,” he says in a casual tone, like he didn't just ask you an irrelevant dumbass question. “The weather is nice.”

You ignore that one, but you can't help wondering if something is wrong with him and if this is an obscure call for help. Blackmail from a drooling fan perhaps? After all, it's unlike him to say anything so boring and ordinary, and you don't imagine he would make small talk with you unless it's a complicated code to signal that his life is in danger.

“What restaurant would you recommend?” Kaiser tries again.

“What?”

There's an uncomfortable silence during which you're just looking at each other, you perplexed and him expressionless, the previous guise of pleasantries and fake sweet smile wiped off. It is possibly even more uncomfortable than anything else that has unfolded between you two in the past. Then Kaiser says, “You know, I think you're an ingrate.”

“What?!”

“You’re not appreciative enough of my efforts.”

“For what?!”

Kaiser scoffs, averse to elaborating due to humiliation (either because of his apparent failure or because it's plain embarrassing to state his intentions when you don't seem receptive to them or because being outright on the matter requires him to express himself, which is in nature disgusting). Then you watch while he walks away from you in a moody fit.

Well, at least if he has the energy to act temperamental, that must mean he's not in any shittier spirits than usual. It is way less unnerving than his earlier civility, for one.

#3 Compliment them

Kaiser has no respect for personal space. Or more like he only deems his need for such important and disregards everyone else's. You know this.

But you can't lie in good conscience that he's gotten this close to you before, examining you, leaning in way too close. Close enough that you feel Ness planning your murder from across the field. Close enough to warrant a harassment complaint.

You assume Kaiser must be looking for miniscule flaws to fake laugh at like a missing eyelash or the fact that you have pores, but instead of doing what you predicted, after a long while of making you almost throw up from nerves — what's with this guy and staring at you like a microbe under a telescope so much? — he says, “You have beautiful sclera.”

???

You bristle at the sound of the strange thing he said. Unperturbed by your visibility negative reaction, Kaiser continues,

“And I love the way you look at me, like you want to kill me. It gives me a thrill.”

What's wrong with this guy? you think to yourself.

“Your bone structure can almost rival mine-”

“Kaiser, stop talking nonsense and go… back to doing something else somewhere away from me.”

“Hmph.” He backs off to a more socially appropriate distance, crossing his arms. “I see you still haven't fixed your attitude.”

“Me? I need to fix my attitude?! When you're the one acting like a depraved person?”

“Wow, if you think that's what I'm doing, you must not understand anything about the world at all,” he says in a condescending tone, smirking at you with played up amusement.

“You have some nerve! Kaiser, go away before I take advantage of my position and put rat poison in your water bottle. It'd suit you to go out that way.”

“You're so obsessed with me.”

After that declaration, he whips around to make a dramatic and majestic exit, with a deliberate swat of his hair to your face. Maybe you'll be spitting out gross blue strands after this. You fume to yourself.

#4 Light touches

Once again, Kaiser is plaguing you. Today's method of inflicting trauma seems to involve more gratuitous touching than usual.

He awkwardly drags his hand over your shoulder.

You stare at him as if this is the most scandalous offense you've been on the receiving end of. Maybe it's not, but he's been walking on your nerves all day with other such inept attempts at caresses. “Did you just wipe something on my sleeve?”

“What?” he asks in a flat tone. “No. Are you dumb?”

Your expression doesn't show anything other than incredulity. Certainly not the fluster and admiration Kaiser is hoping for.

You then go right back to ignoring him like he is dust. This is outrageous, he's going to be sick. Kaiser takes fate into his hands and embraces you stiffly from behind (once again showing his lack of etiquette).

Startled, you ask, “Are you gonna put me in an octopus hold?”

“No? Do you always have to assume I'm going to do something bad to you?”

“Well, it's not like you ever do anything good.”

Kaiser lets go of you even though he doesn't want to — truly a moment of his character development you're witnessing —, his arms dropping limply by his sides while he frowns at you like a kicked kitty. Exquisite manipulation tactic, however, you're not moved by the display at all.

He says, “I still think you need to fix your attitude.”

You roll your eyes and let him have his little moment with his snide remark. An immediate retort hasn't come to mind after all, and you'd rather play it off as disregarding him than admit to the shameful lack of a comeback. It's not your fault his incomprehensible behavior leaves you speechless, anyway.

#5 Be there for them

Kaiser decides to skip this one as it's even more vile than when he lowered himself enough to the point he tried to hug you.

#6 Use humor

Kaiser stands in front of you, trying to think of something funny to say, which isn't an activity he engages in often (as the comedy of his existence is often unintentional or manifests in the form of being a bitch for no reason and antagonizing people unprovoked). During this process, you're once more forced to endure the weight of his unrelenting, vacant stare.

“I have a controversial football opinion,” says Kaiser, finally.

“As usual.”

“The ball is sentient and it hates getting kicked around like that.”

You tilt your head, not understanding why Michael Kaiser would say something so… silly? “Well, I'm sure you take some delight in imagining that,” you say in an unsure voice, not knowing how else to reply.

Kaiser smirks at you in an attempt to shrug off his latest failure and feign casualness. Then he tries again because his spirit is as tenacious as his gawping. “You should always make sure to distinguish between ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I apologize’ at a funeral.”

“Why? Do you speak from experience? Is that a little slip up from when you attended the funeral of one of all those people you killed?”

“No. I think if I killed someone, I'd be the type to facetiously say ‘rest in peace,’ just to piss them off in the afterlife.”

“I can imagine you doing that. Good for you I guess.”

Kaiser snickers to himself — maybe because he's enjoying imagining all his enemies dead — and plays with his fingers in an almost nervous manner, which makes you question if you're perhaps hallucinating. He ponders if he's funny or not.

#7 Text them

(04:55 AM) Michael Kaiser: [5 image attachments]

(06:32 AM) You: why are you sending me shirtless mirror pics lol

(06:46 AM) Michael Kaiser: Wrong person

(06:50 AM) You: did you mean to send that to ness

(07:02 AM) Michael Kaiser: No

(07:05 AM) Michael Kaiser: ???

(07:43 AM) You: well you only talk to me and him so if it's not for us who else could it be for

(07:44 AM) You: lol don't tell me you did that to seem sought after haha

(07:48 AM) Michael Kaiser: Let's stop talking for a little while.

#8 Give them attention

Kaiser gives you plenty of attention, and he doesn't even make you do tricks for it. Like for example right now, when he's poking you in the ribs while you're trying to fill out something unfinished on the tablet during your break.

You slap his hand away. “Kaiser. What.”

He moves onto poking your neck instead, forcing you to wiggle away from him as he continues his antics despite your dodging.

“What do you want?!”

“I just don't want you to feel neglected by me,” he says in a tone he probably believes is suave.

“I don't.”

“You're trying to seem brave, but your eyes give you away.”

“You're crazy,” you say, not even in shock or embarrassment, but rather a very apparent disorientation. “If anything I've been overdosing on you lately.”

“There’s never enough of me. You don't need to pretend just to humble me. It's not cute nor clever.”

“Kaiser, quit it before I cut off your finger and poke you with it instead.”

To your surprise, Kaiser stops. You watch him warily for a few seconds before feeling safe enough to turn around and try doing your work again.

Kaiser pokes you on the sides.

#9 Playful teasing

“You look like shit today,” greets Kaiser with a smirk, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Did they let the clown academy off early today?”

“Kaiser, you're so immature.” You shrug him off. Usually you'd allow the contact, granted he's not being rude or creepy, but he's done the former a nanosecond into the conversation, so you're not going to stand for it.

“I assume you're stupid or uptight enough to take me seriously. That's always fun.”

“Trust me, you're the last person in the world I'd take seriously.”

“No, but really, you're quite unencumbered by the standards of beauty today.”

“So I'm ugly and stupid? Awesome, thank you so much.”

His traitorous hand which had grabbed at your shoulder earlier moves lower around your waist instead, pulling you closer. At his actions, you squint your eyes and look at him as if he is a dirty wet sock. “Don't worry, I'd still take you though.”

This horrendous thing he just uttered makes you gape in shock. Then it morphs into disgust, and you smack him on the arm and retch at him.

#10 Mention being single

You expect something horrific to happen this time when Kaiser approaches you, but instead, out of the blue, unprovoked, nobody asked or moved — as most things are with him — he announces, “By the way, I'm single.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, not sure what to do with this information. “Yeah, that figures.”

“What do you mean? Tons of people want me, but I don't want them back. That's why I'm available, that's all.”

“Don't explain yourself to me, I don't care,” you say flippantly, crossing your arms and shifting your weight to one leg.

“Well, you should.”

“Sure, Mr. ‘Sorry Wrong Chat.’” You snort.

Kaiser upturns his nose and glares at you. “You’re mischaracterizing me and presenting that whole situation wrong. For one, I didn't say sorry.” Then he scoots closer to you, grinning without smiling with his eyes whatsoever. “Anyway, I'll forgive you. As long as you remember the main point, which is that I'm single.”

“I know, dipshit.”

“Wow, can't you rub your little brain cells together, the whole two of them, and understand what I've been getting at?” Kaiser snaps, frustrated that the fruits of his incompetent labor aren't ready for reaping yet.

“It's not my fault you can't say whatever you have to say properly,” you say, delivering your line in a pointed tone so that he can grasp the implication you're making this time.

Kaiser blinks with the small frown still on his face, a remnant of his earlier scowling. Then realization sets in and his lips form a thin line instead. His cheeks color slightly.

You're fucking with him on purpose.

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Some slop I wrote on my phone on vacation in between drinking and sweltering in my own gooch in the sun. Enjoy or don't

[mscherub]

Cuddles!

I know plenty of ppl have probs done this, but Azul’s Bday card is out so I’m going feral, he’s adorbs, so ima do some short ass headcanons for cuddling with the guys cause I’m bored, and it’s something to post for my lovely followers <3

Tags!: Cuddling, comfort, fluff

Warnings!:

My sense of humor

These are just headcanons

Heartslabyul; Savanaclaw; Octavinelle; Scarabia; (you’re here :3), Pomefiore; Ignihyde; Diasomnia

Riddle 👑:

Give him enough reassurance and he’ll do it

You two would kinda be in bed awkwardly while awake, just kinda…laying there, but the next morning he’d be tangled up in your arms without a care in the world

So…he likes it?

Clings to you, you’re holding him 95% of the time

Trey ♣️:

He doesn’t mind, he’s used to it, honestly

Probably cuddled up with younger siblings to help them sleep

Cuddles are warm and he prefers to hold you in his arms instead of the other way around, just how he likes things to be between the two of you, so don’t take any offense.

His face will be buried against the top of your head so

Cater ♦️:

He’s all for it, like, super stoked

Arms wrapped around you, head resting against yours, and…his phone behind you as he scrolls on magicam

If you want him to turn the phone off be extra nice, then he’ll consider it

He likes to put his hands under your shirt and put them against your back, skin to skin contact makes him feel fuzzy in a good way

He lives for cuddles, so provide them

Ace ❤️:

He’s likes it, but if you think anyone couldn’t be bad at cuddling, then meet Ace

He’d bug you to cuddle which is cute and all, but then when yall do, he has his arms wrapped around you but then he’ll eventually kick you away, complaining about it being “too hot” in his half sleep state

Oh, but now it’s too cold, so he goes back

You two kinda just end up laying close to each other

He steals blankets, beware

Deuce ♠️:

Awkward, stiff, just how I think he’d be

He’s like that causes he’s almost a little scared to disappoint you, for who knows what reasons, but whatever

You’d have to cuddle him first to get him to hold you back, it’s just a sign to him that it’s ok to even touch you

If he falls asleep before you, his grip won’t actually loosen, it will get a bit tighter around you

Leona 🦁:

I think we all know this one, anyways, yea, so he’s on top of you

He’d honestly like cuddling either way, you holding him or him holding you, but he prefers just laying on you

His head on your chest and his face buried in your neck, one leg thrown over yours and his arms wrapped around you, he likes this a lot better

He can sleep through anything, and he’s as still as a rock so good luck moving

Ruggie 💰:

He likes it but he also doesn’t, it’s kinda foreign

With where he grew up being alert was kinda the norm, but with cuddling he finds himself slipping! Tell him to take a chill pill

He’s all over you, though, too, clinging and keeping a firm grip around you

He likes to be held, actually, it’s nice

If he wakes up in the middle of the night to go get food, ignore him

Jack 🐺:

Also not used to it, but he secretly loves it, keeps it more hidden, though

He’s also kinda stiff…

He likes to hold you, just feels right, and his tail will betray his facial features as it almost bangs against the bed. Just ignore it

Speaking of tail, it’s fluffy, so if you ever get extra cold during the night, he could maybe just lay it over the lower half of you. Very useful!

Azul 🐙:

I fear I’m gonna say stiff to like half the characters, so, he’s stiff

He kinda prefers you to lay against him, it just feels a little better that way, and a little less embarrassing for him

During the night, just like an octopus would, subconsciously wraps his arms around you

When you wake up, the roles will be reversed with how yall went to bed

Jade 🫧:

For one, he gets overheated easily, so either that damn room is cold asf while he sleeps, or he sleeps with his covers off, or some other weird shit

I mean, it’s you, though, so he’ll endure the heat, but it’d still be very limited as to what yall even do

He finds you wanting to cuddle him funny, just is. It’s off what humans do when they sleep, but he gets the appeal

Just lay your head on his chest and I think that’s as far as yall will get

He doesn’t move around much. Not stiff per se, but he doesn’t move

Floyd 🫧:

He loves to squeeze so obviously he’s gonna love to cuddle you, and especially you cause you’re Shrimpy, duh

He’s gonna wrap himself all over you, and he won’t let up during the night. He gets an excuse to squeeze you so he’s not gonna pass it up

He moves around a lot in his sleep, but he will drag you with him. He falls to the floor in the middle of the night, then so do you

He drools. Have fun <3

Kalim ☀️:

Mans is happy, it’s like a sleepover, just closer, which he also loves. He’s maybe a bit too happy to cuddle, he’s smiling and giggling

He hangs on to you, and he’ll want you to do the same, it’s more nice that way

Being cuddled or being the person to cuddle the other, he doesn’t matter, loves it all

He also moves around a lot, he has energy, so just bear with him. Also he’ll probably gravitate away from you sometimes

He doesn’t mean it

Jamil 🐍:

He’s not quite fond of it, he’s busy, he has to wake up early, he “doesn’t have time for it.”

But…they are nice, and they help him sleep better, and they help him wake up feeling a lot better, especially getting to see your sleepy face. Yall he’s gaslighting himself

He prefers you to lay your head on his chest and kinda drape your arm over him. It’s a better position for him, and it also fights of the want to stay with you longer when he has to get up

Another guy who’s stiff, he gets a little more playable as he gets drowsier

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[notmorbid]

all-night pharmacy.

dialogue prompts from all-night pharmacy by ruth madievsky.

you're so alive, it's scary.

being a person doesn't come naturally for me.

what's the deal with this place?

you are my best and my worst friend.

are we horrible people?

i like the idea of having someone to come home to.

i can't tell if you're being cruel or if you're just dumb.

these aren't the decisions of a well-adjusted person.

the less you know about my life, the better.

everyone here is a liar and a cheat.

you deserve to have a life of your own.

a person can't be held responsible for what they don't know.

all relationships are transactional.

no one should have that much power over you.

it isn't too late to come back.

you're uninvited from my birthday party.

i love you, but you're such a cunt.

who do you think you are?

forced intimacy makes me lightheaded.

i know you're in there. let me in.

jesus. why do you have a knife?

what happened last night?

it was less embarrassing to pretend i didn't care.

maybe i'm not the mothering type.

i wish i could carry some of this pain for you.

i need a break from feeling so much all the time.

sometimes i can't tell if i'm asleep or awake.

whatever's going on, we'll figure it out.

i don't know what's wrong with me. i'm scared all the time.

this is the most i can imagine for myself.

if you're not asking yourself 'am i ruining my life?' at least once a day, you're not living at all.

you act like you're over it, but it's okay if you're not.

all my life, i've felt like a dead animal with its skin still on.

it's a virtue to rid yourself of anything that doesn't serve you.

i've never had a day of rest in my life.

i chase after you like a dog, leaving pieces of myself behind, and every time, you act like that's how it's supposed to be.

you don't take me seriously. i'm not a real person to you.

i can't play house anymore.

never say that name in front of me.

to you, other people are always the problem.

you can't reach a mutual understanding without spilling blood.

want to make fifty bucks?

the only way to really see a person is to lose everything you have in common.

you don't think we'll get caught?

our loyalty is to story, not reality.

just don't do anything that could result in a lawsuit or a tmz article, and you're fine.

i don't have the energy to keep up with your antics.

our most beloved delusion was that lying to each other was a kind of love.

speaking our fears aloud won't save us.

one day, the mask slipped. i haven't been able to wear it since.

i try not to think about my life at all.

a junkie can spot another junkie without a flashlight.

your voice reminds me of wool sweaters.

boundaries? i don't know her.

i'm just sick of doing the same goddamn thing every day.

you are obsessed with a projection that will never love you back.

think of me as a spiritually connected friend.

i know liars. you don't strike me as one.

you have iconically poor judgment.

has anyone ever told you about your past lives?

you're capable of tolerating a lot. frankly, more than you should.

friendship can be a slow burn. you don't have to consume it like a drink at last call.

i'll give you a clue. i work for myself.

you make me want to feel things again.

criticism is still a cousin of attention.

you don't have to pretend to like something just because i made it.

i know you crave being told what to do.

you don't have to settle for being a person things happen to.

you have desires. act on them.

bitch, does this look like an intro to philosophy seminar?

i thought i had quit you.

my favorite. how did you know?

i feel like my organs are cannibalizing each other.

how did i get here? that's not a rhetorical question. i'm actually asking.

i can't tell if i believe it, or if i'm making excuses for myself.

sometimes i wonder if it's healthy how much meaning you see in things.

you're always waiting for the universe to hurt you or to love you. usually in that order.

that's how it was in my family. reading the room was a survival skill.

where will all the animals go in the rapture?

a bunch of fuckups under one roof doesn't constitute a family.

my little saint.

time passes more slowly as a sober person.

you'd better not pull away from me now.

there's a russian proverb that goes, 'so much is ruined by saying it aloud'.

you wear your emotions like a name tag.

your resting face frightens me.

how are you both the most innocent and the most experienced person i've ever met?

i need you to just be here with me.

our dead deserve to see you happy.

i like the idea of being marked by you.

i don't know what i saw, but it was more than i wanted.

i know what i saw.

i can't tell which of the memories are real, if any.

i can't believe you're mine.

nobody warned me how terrifying it is to get what you want.

you're cute when you're freaked out.

sex is supposed to be unsettling.

there are things i need to atone for.

you can't go back like it's nothing.

i won't live in service of my dead's vision for me.

___ was a real person. a murder isn't a metaphor.

count five things you can see. four things you can touch. three things you can hear. two things you can smell. one thing you can taste.

banish one god, and you'll end up worshiping another.

i want to be with you, but i don't want to keep feeling like this.

you know everything about me, but you won't let me know you.

you aren't someone i can keep at a distance.

i've been reading about intergenerational curses.

resisting something isn't the same as not wanting it.

anything you say stays between us.

i can't decide if i like you.

most people only possess a third of the empathy they think they have.

will it get easier?

hope is a tricky thing: losing it is bad, but so is having too much.

i don't want the future to come. i have a bad feeling about it.

in cartoons, you don't start falling until you look down.

why are you here? where have you been?

how did you know i'd come looking for you?

you never asked what i was going through. you didn't want to know.

i didn't have the language for what was happening to me.

you were supposed to protect me.

there's a lot i don't remember. a lot i don't want to remember.

i wouldn't have looked for me, either.

we belong to ourselves now.

you know where i am, and i know where you are. maybe that's enough.

when i'm down, vigilante justice makes me feel better.

survival is provisional.

[star-girl69]

hi everyone! this is so lazy but pls enjoy 🫶🫶

warnings: swearing and also slight freaky stuff 😣

you: good morning my sweet girlfriend

kk: wtf

kk: why r u not in my bed??

you: babe… i told u i had to leave early this morning bc i had an appt

kk: for what?

you: getting my nails done

kk: u abandoned me to get ur nails done?

you: yes…?

you: i don’t think i appreciate this attitude maybe i’ll just go back to my dorm

kk: please come back to my place.

you: say pretty please with sprinkles on top

kk: y/n

you: ok see u tmrw then

kk: pretty please with sprinkles on top.

you: ofc i will come back to urs 🥰

kk: 🙄

you: attitude????

kk: no ily

you: aww i love u too!

—-

you: can u plz drive me to my friend’s birthday dinner on friday and pick me up

kk: what times

you: drop me off at 6 pick me up at 9

kk: ok no problem

you: thank u ily

you: i would carpool w my friend serena but i don’t trust her in a car

you: she runs red lights a lot lol

kk: ??? plz don’t ever get into a car with her. i will drive u always

you: aww ur so sweet! not wanting me to die 🥰

kk: anything for my passenger princess

—-

you: CAROLINE ROSE HARVEY

kk: im sorry

kk: i’m so sorry

kk: i’ll make it up to you i promise im so sorry

…

laila: what did you do to kk 😭😭

laila: she’s staring at her phone in horror and when i asked her what was wrong she just said y/n before putting her head in her hands

you: i’m letting her sit in fear for a minute

laila: i admire you a lot ❤️

…

you: so i wake up this morning

kk: yes and u looked so pretty when i left

you: thank u

you: anyways and i then go about my day and i’m ready to run out and do my errands i look at myself in the mirror

kk: and u saw how beautiful u r?

you: yes and also i saw a GAINT FUCKING HICKEY ON MY NECK

you: SEVERAL OF THEM ACTUALLY

kk: do u really want me to say sorry for that

you: yes??? i need so much makeup to cover this up. actually i think u should buy new concealer for me

kk: as long as i can do it again

you: no this is so embarrassing

kk: it’s ok you’ll be saying different later

kk: besides u were encouraging me last night

you: ur delusional i’ve never done that

kk: if u say so babe but we both know

you: *link to new concealer*

kk: just bought 2 prepare to use them up

you: no

kk: yessss

you: no

kk: 😉

you: die

kk: ❤️

—-

you: i’m really craving chick fil a

kk: ok

you: i’m REALLY craving chick fil a

kk: u mentioned that

you: bye u don’t care abt me

you: gonna go text my other hoes

kk: u don’t have other hoes

you: im about to

kk: we’ll see

you: PLEASE GET ME CHICK FIL A

you: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

kk: thought u were texting other hoes?

you: i lied ur my only hoe and ilysm

you: plz get me chick fil a

you: i’ll do a cartwheel on it

kk: ???

kk: babe i’ll get u chick fil a

kk: thanks tho? i think

you: YAYYYY

—-

kk: i know ur asleep right now and i know u r very tired and i’m sorry but i forgot my helmet can u pls bring it to me at the rink

you: how did u forget ur helmet

you: like it weighs 10 pounds and it’s huge

kk: mean

kk: and idk i’m stupid plz bring it

you: ugh fine i’m On my way!

you: omw.

you: im not excited

kk: i love u so much u r the light of my life i cannot imagine waking up without ur beautiful face next to me u are brighter than the sun and i love u

you: thank u shakespeare ur so romantic

you: can we go shopping tmrw and u pay i need new pants

kk: u don’t need pants

you: it’s 9am

kk: yes we can go shopping tmrw

you: love u!

kk: ❤️

—-

you: hi

you: are u doing anything tn?? i feel like we haven’t seen each other in forever

kk: i know baby i miss u

kk: i have practice until 8 but u can come over still after? sleepover?

you: yes definitely i’ll be there

kk: i cant wait to see u pretty girl

—-

you: omg this restaurant looks so good we should go

kk: sunday at 6?

you: um yes i’m free

kk: just made a reservation

you: damn 😭 i’m impressed

kk: whatever my girl wants she gets 🤷‍♀️

—-

you: hi baby

…

you: so what position u got her in rn?

you: missionary? cowgirl?

kk: why do i love u

you: blocked

kk: i have no girls in no positions except for u

you: why are u so busy then?

kk: picked up this new hobby called hockey idk if it will go anywhere

kk: been at the gym for an hour about to go hit the rink

you: send workout pics 😜

—-

kk: hiiiiiiiiii

you: hi babe

kk: tone down that attitude plz

you: ?

kk: actually

kk: turn around show me that ass

you: are u drunk rn

kk: maybe

kk: you have an amazing ass do i tell u that enough

kk: i should tell u more

kk: i love ur ass

you: thank u…

you: do u need to be picked up?

kk: no laila is dd

kk: wanted to talk to my pretty girl

you: u sure know how to make a girl blush

kk: only u babe

kk: i like ur boobs too

you: oh my god pls hand the phone to laila

kk: this is laila don’t worry we’re going home rn

you: laila ur a goddess thank u

kk: i try ❤️❤️

—-

[aennasan]

You have trouble keeping your inner thoughts to yourself. It always puts you in difficult situations whenever you just blurted out whatever comes to mind. The worst thing was you didn't really mean to say it out loud.

You just can't distinguish the voice inside your thoughts, and your real voice sometimes. It's really hard to keep track of it.

Today, you did it again.

Barou Shoei had always been scary looking with his hair gelled up. His eyes looking sharper and his face hardened. There were moments you refused to look at him, in fear that you would catch his eye. You felt shiver run down your spine just imagining his angry gaze tune in at you.

However, it was different today. It was unexpected to see him look so differently with his hair down when your group met him. Black shirt clinging tightly to his muscular body. Covered with mismatched sleeves, of black and red, varsity jacket. And black pants barely keeping his thick legs.

He looks so delicious. It's kind of scary how you imagine drooling seeing an image of him, half naked with only a towel to cover him down below.

“I bet I can ride you with your hair down like that.” You blurted out without thinking. 

Nagi, Isagi and Bachira froze at that. You probably wouldn't realize what you have said just now if they don't look so wide eyed, mouth agaped, and shell shocked.

Your brain slowly repeated what happened, what you just said, and you immediately covered your mouth with your two hands. The heat crawling all over your body, up to the tips of your hair.

Flustered, you felt the heat of shame oozing from your skin, as you tried to explain to Barou what you just said. Clearing up the misunderstanding.

You wish the floor to swallow you up and take you away right then and there.

You were dying from embarrassment, repeatedly bowing to apologize, when you took the chance to finally look up at him with courage, after you didn't get any response from him.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, when you caught his red eyes just staring at you. You felt exposed and weak on the knees. There was something that glinted in those rare orbs of his. You gulped not knowing what to do. The feeling was like a prey, caught in the talons of its predator. You were afraid that if you blink, he will swallow you whole.

"Hmmm... I bet you could." He responded, voice deep, still holding you down with his gaze.

You are not sure what to do when he opens his arm offering for you to take it. By instinct, you slotted your arm to his, and he walked forward, with you in tow.

You are still trying to process what he said to you. Bewildered and shocked.

It didn't take long for the others to get out of their daze as they erupted with cheers. They followed the two of you, teasing and poking.

You bury your face on his sleeve, as he intertwines his hand to yours, squeezing to comfort.

They will never let you forget. That's for sure.

[vortexbloom]

La Signora as your Older Sister (Headcanons)

Pairing (Platonic): Older Sis La Signora & Younger Sibling Reader

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Warnings: Just pure fluff.

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⟡ Signora would be the type to shield you from anyone or anything she deems harmful.

⟡ She doesn’t ask if you need help, she handles problems before you even notice them. Someone bullies you? Expect them to regret it the next day.

⟡ Her protective nature comes with a slightly intimidating edge, she’d remind you to "stay out of trouble" because only she can clean up your messes.

⟡ She’s not the "gentle, nurturing" type of sister; her love manifests in practical advice, stern lectures, and forcing you to toughen up.

⟡ But beneath her tough exterior, she secretly hates seeing you hurt and will do whatever it takes to ensure you’re okay.

⟡ Signora would teach you how to carry yourself with poise and confidence, ensuring you exude elegance in everything you do.

⟡ She’d love taking you shopping for luxurious outfits, teaching you to dress impeccably and never settle for mediocrity in style.

⟡ She has a sharp tongue and doesn’t shy away from teasing you, but it’s always in good humor.

⟡ If you’re struggling, she might say something like, "Oh, you poor thing. Can’t even handle this?" before swooping in to help without hesitation.

⟡ Her sarcasm is her way of keeping you grounded while still showing she cares.

⟡ La Signora would push you to strive for greatness, whether in academics, career, or social standing. She sees potential in you and doesn’t let you settle for mediocrity.

⟡You’re my sibling. Don’t embarrass us. Go out there and show them what we’re made of."

⟡ She’s the sister everyone envies. Sophisticated, beautiful, and confident, she commands attention wherever she goes, and you’re constantly compared to her.

⟡ While she might overshadow you at times, she’d always remind you that you’re just as capable, if not more.

⟡ She trusts you to handle your problems but has an uncanny ability to know when to intervene. If someone crosses a line or if life becomes overwhelming, she’s there to fix it without hesitation.

⟡"Don’t worry. This is nothing I can’t handle for you."

⟡ Signora would instill in you the importance of being strong and never letting anyone take advantage of you.

⟡"Remember, make sure to always keep your head up, show them that you’re fearless."

⟡ Despite her icy persona, she’d occasionally let her guard down around you, sharing stories about her struggles or fears.

⟡ These rare moments deepen your bond, showing that behind her powerful exterior, she’s human too, and she trusts you enough to reveal it.

⟡ No matter how cold and mean Signora is, she’s still a good sis.

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Have a good day/night/evening/morning/afternoon ☼꥟☽

[kkami-writes]

hybrid hearts ━ chapter four. wc. 1.5k

It was one of those rare days where both you and Hyunjin were off work, the two of you able to relax at home. Normally on days off Hyunjin liked to paint, whether that was in his room, out on the patio, in the backyard or even just in the living room. He’d sit on the couch, watching a random kdrama. The boy was constantly covered in paint.

Today however he seemed on edge, his canvas barely touched and constantly glancing towards the backyard while he sat in the living room. White ears twitching every so often as if he was straining to hear something. You don’t even get the chance to ask him if something is wrong before he’s darting out to the backyard, transforming into a ferret midway. Hyunjin disappears into the bushes leaving you a little bewildered at his actions. While his behavior has confused you greatly, you’re not too worried.

As the day drags on the more you start to get anxious. Usually Hyunjin isn’t away from you this long, at least not without you knowing where he is. Of course he’s allowed to do whatever he wants without your permission but this is the first time he has just up and left, the thought that he’s gone forever scares you more than you’d like to admit.

You’ve gotten so used to the ferret that you know your life would be lonely without him, the fear of being alone has once again wrapped itself around your heart, squeezing painfully. So when you finally see his little form running through the bushes again you feel like you can finally breathe. Except then you see a very giant grey wolf trailing behind him. The creature looks like it’s chasing Hyunjin and your brain goes into overdrive. Before you can even think you’re throwing open the little glass sliding door and launching yourself over Hyunjin, shielding him with your body.

“No! Please don’t hurt him!” You beg even though you don’t know if the wolf is well, a wolf or if it’s a hybrid. Hyunjin is squirming in your grip, tiny body writhing as if he wants you to let go. You refuse, holding onto him a little tighter. He gets fed up and transforms back into a human, resulting in you being spread across his lap.

Still, you don’t budge, still trying to protect the boy. Hyunjin on the other hand chitters angrily towards the wolf, baring his little fangs.

“I told you to get lost! This territory has been claimed already!” You glance up at Hyunjin whose face is contorted in pure anger that it’s practically rolling off him in waves.

“Hyune. What’s going on?” You ask, taking a look back at the wolf who hasn’t moved, it’s just staring between both you and Hyunjin.

“This wolf has been nosing at the territory line I made. I don’t care what it wants. It shouldn’t be here,” Hyunjin growls, trying to get out of your grasp but you’re still afraid and can’t move.

“Territory?” You question and this time Hyunjin seems slightly embarrassed, ears turning red.

“Nothing I just- when you adopted me…I didn’t…want other hybrids to get the wrong idea so…I might have? Marked that…this is my territory,” Hyunjin mutters, now looking anywhere but you. To be honest, you’re not really sure what that means or entails but you suppose you’re flattered that Hyunjin truly thinks of this place as his home to want to protect it to this extent.

The wolf behind you lets out a whine and it causes you to turn to look at him. It’s nosing at it’s paw before letting out more sad pitiful whines.

“Ignore him. Tell him to leave,” Hyunjin huffs out, still glaring at the wolf.

“Hyun, he seems hurt,” You murmur, noticing how swollen the wolfs paw looks. “Let me at least help him. Then he can leave,” Hyunjin still seems unhappy about this, now burying his face into the crook of your neck, letting out the small squeak that you adore.

“Fine. But then he leaves,” He mutters much more quietly, his lips almost pressed to your neck as he says the words.

“Ok, ok. Then he leaves,” This seems to placate Hyunjin as he finally pulls out from your embrace, but he doesn’t look at you. You move to stand up, now looking over at the wolf. “Come on, lemme have a look at your paw,” It obeys, limping slightly but following you towards the bathroom. You hear a door slam and you assume that Hyunjin has resorting to locking himself in his room. A sigh falls from your lips. You hope the boy isn’t too upset.

Rummaging through your cabinet you pull out a first aid kit. To be honest you were a little worried, if it was really bad it would be best to get him to a hospital but you assumed he couldn’t afford it (but really could anyone really afford a hospital bill) and that’s why he had left it unchecked for so long. You turn back to the wolf, looking down at him. He was a little larger than a normal wolf, it was slightly intimidating.

“Uh, are you gonna transform? Or would you prefer if I just tended to you in wolf form?” The wolf answered by slowly turning back into a human, his injured hand behind his back. You take a moment to take the boy in. He’s taller than you of course but you think that Hyunjin might be even taller than the wolf. Brown curly hair sits on top of his head, cute grey wolf ears peaking out and twitching. Overall he’s very handsome, a thought you’ll keep to yourself for now.

“Can I see your hand,” You reach out, leaving your hand in the air for whenever he’s ready. He seems to trust you enough as he puts his hand out. Carefully you examine the wound. It seems like a nasty sliver, stuck between two of his fingers and embedded in his skin. His hand is slightly swollen and red, probably from having it in for so long. You can’t imagine how uncomfortable it might be and you can’t help but cringe.

“Ok, let me see if I can get the sliver out first…” You grab a pair of tweezers, moving his hand at an angle that would be easiest to remove the wood. “This might hurt a bit,” You warn the wolf before starting to squeeze at the wound, seeing if it’ll pop out a little to make it easier to grab. He doesn’t make much noise besides a small hiss, otherwise he’s pretty quiet.

You’re still working on getting the sliver out, pressing at different angles when he finally speaks up.

“I’m sorry for upsetting your mate. I hope I didn’t cause a rift between you too,” Your head flies up to look at him, eyes wide at what he called Hyunjin.

“O-Oh! No! Me and Hyunjin aren’t…no it’s not like that. We aren’t um. Mates,” You can’t help but stutter over your words. The wolf gives you a look that says he doesn’t really believe you but doesn’t push it any further. “So, what’s your name?” You try to change the subject, hoping your cheeks aren’t red from the insinuation.

“Bangchan, but you could call me Chan or Chris,”

“It’s nice to meet you- Oh! I got it!” You exclaim before pulling the sliver out, resulting in a yelp from the wolf. “Sorry, sorry. It’s out now,” You throw away the large piece of wood and grab some ointment and bandages. “I’m a bit worried about you getting an infection, it’s already a little swollen,” You bite at your lower lip, nibbling it out of anxiety. “Why don’t you stay? Just for the night and in the morning you can leave. I want to give you some meds but they’ll probably make you fall asleep and I’d hate to send you out there with an open wound,”

“But what about your mate? He’s already mad at just me being here,”

“Just let me deal with that ok? Hyunjin will probably be upset but he knows it’s the right thing to do,”

Chan seems a little hesitant but he knows that if he truly wants his hand to heal, he needs to avoid an infection. He wouldn’t be able to afford a hospital bill. So he relents, agreeing to just stay the night. You show him to one of your empty rooms. Chan thanks you for your hospitality as well as taking care of his injury before bidding you goodnight, already feeling the meds taking effect.

You take a moment to collect yourself, trying to go over the events of the past two hours. Thinking about it hurts your head so you pack it away to deal with later. That was a future you problem. For now, you had to think about how to tell Hyunjin about Chan.

You were in desperate need of some tea.

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Word count › 1.6k

Rating › NSFW

Warnings ›a bit mean no character x character action

Kinks › light spanking/degradation

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(Name) was a bit weird. He knew, realistically, it was a bad idea to two time people but it wasn’t like they were truly dating. It was just sex and he made sure to test himself every two weeks. He was safe. 

It was just the two people he was sleeping with was vastly different. 

Kaminari was more soft, shocking (Name) the first time they ever had sex. It reminded him of the first time he had sex. Sweet whispers and moans of how good he made Kaminari felt. He could still remember the time Kaminari kissed him. 

It wasn’t something he thought about but it felt nice in the moment so he never stopped him. 

Compared to Todoroki…. 

It was like day and night. 

Todoroki was more rough. Skin slapping together and (Name) on his hands and knees the entire time. It felt more like actual fuck buddies than Kaminari. Normally, any other person would describe Todoroki as a bit dehumanising during sex but (Name) thought nothing of it. 

The two just gave him different types of sex and it was the most addicting thing ever. 

But sadly, he wasn’t even sure how he got himself in this situation. 

Kaminari was staring at him a bit hurt, sitting on a chair in the corner of the hotel room they were in. Todoroki, how did he even get here, was standing. His face was normal as if this didn’t bother him but (Name) knew he was a little hurt that he wasn’t the only fucking him. 

“You should’ve told me. I was…” Kaminari’s voice trailed off, hurt on his face once more. 

Todoroki hummed. “I would’ve been fine with it if you had just told me.” 

(Name) cursed. He had accidentally scheduled a time with both of them on the same day, at the same time. The two pro heroes ended up seeing each other try to enter the same hotel room. (Name) could still feel the heart attack he had when he opened the door to the two heroes staring down at him. 

Well, Kaminari was his height. It was more of Todoroki staring down at him. 

“I’m not a whore… If that’s what you’re thinking. We can stop, whatever this is, if you guys want,” (Name) said, staring at anything but them. 

“But you are.” 

“Todoroki!” Kaminari screeched, fear on his face. 

(Name) looked up in shock. A whore…? 

“You wanted the both of us but couldn’t realistically do anything about it.” 

Kaminari shook his head, ready to get up. “You guys can have your sex thing without me. I’m—”

“—Sit.” 

(Name) watched in shock at how quickly Kaminari dropped back down. A blush etched on Kaminari face as he looked away in embarrassment—shocked at himself for even complying with the man. Todoroki had a small smirk on his lips, a bit surprised himself that the blonde actually listened. 

“Strip, (Name).” 

(Name) glanced over at Todoroki. He saw the look the hero gave him, a look that told him he had the right to refuse. That he could say no and that would be that. But something inside him told him it could be fun. 

To live a little. 

Slowly, (Name) unbuttoned his shirt. It was something he has done before but not in front of an audience. He could tell Kaminari was still looking away—still mentally reeling at his recent actions. Todoroki was just staring at him, eyes watching his shaky fingers pull of his shirt completely. 

“Hurry up. I’m getting bored.” 

(Name) kissed his teeth but did as he was told. Swiftly pulling off his pants and underwear in one go. He felt a shiver up his spine from the cold air and looked up at Todoroki for any other instructions. 

“Kaminari, look.” 

Kaminari shook his head. “No, no. I’m not into this type of stuff.” 

It took only two steps for Todoroki to reach Kaminari and gently grasp his face, turning it to face him. (Name) couldn’t really see what was happening but he could tell that Kaminari was getting turned on by how pink his face was getting. 

Todoroki whispered something that caused the blonde’s breath to hitch and glance over at (Name). (Name) stared back, surprised at himself for not feeling embarrassed at being the only one who’s naked. 

“Come over here.” 

(Name) blinked and stood up to walk over only to be met with a glare from Todoroki who glanced at the floor. 

What…? 

(Name) was confused but kneeled down. There was no way he wanted him to crawl over there? 

Right? 

Well he would be wrong because as soon as he began to crawl over, Todoroki’s glare was gone as he moved away from Kaminari who could now get a full view of (Name) crawling over to him. Kaminari looked panicked but didn’t move, looking up at Todoroki to wonder what the hell he was planning. 

“(Name), can you do me a favor?” Todoroki asked, a small smirk on his lips as he reached over and pulled down Kaminari’s sweats. Kaminari cried out in shock, reaching over to grab his hand but was too weak to really do anything about it. 

Todoroki was stronger than him. 

(Name) hummed, reaching up to be in between Kaminari’s legs. It didn’t have to be said on what Todoroki want to happen. Kaminari’s cock was harden already, laying on his stomach in it’s five inch glory. He covered his face while muttering on and on about how crazy this was to do it in front of his coworker. 

Todoroki and (Name) ignored him. 

“Suck him.” 

(Name) didn’t need to be told twice. He reached over and licked at Kaminari’s cock, earning a gasp from him. With that, he raised his hand to grab it but was stopped by Todoroki. 

“No hands.” 

(Name) held back his tongue and nodded, leaning forward to try and take the cock in his mouth. He struggled a bit which Todoroki took pity on as he reached over to pull the cock towards him. Kaminari flinched at the touch but continued to cover his face—not wanting the two to see him. 

It was always easy to get Kaminari near release. He was so sensitive. 

(Name) knew blowjobs wasn’t his strong suit but he always tried his best. He tried to fit as much as he could while sucking on the tip, letting his tongue lick off any of the sweat Kaminari got from his hero shift earlier. 

Kaminari’s legs twitched with each suckle, keeping his lips tight so no moans slipped out. It was a shame, (Name) loved at how whiny Kaminari was whenever they had sex. It was a great balance to Todoroki’s limited groans. 

(Name) was so into sucking that he didn’t notice Todoroki was behind him until he felt a smack on his bare ass. He screamed, causing Kaminari to groan at the vibration on his cock. 

He so desperately wanted to look behind himself to see what Todoroki was thinking but he didn’t want to leave Kaminari hanging. (Name) pushed through, wondering when the next slap would come. 

It came whenever he got lost in the pleasure of Kaminari. (Name)’s back arched when Todoroki slapped his right cheek his time. The sound of slurping and hand touching skin was the only thing left in the room. 

(Name) wished he could speak and tell Kaminari to let loose. 

But it seemed Todoroki was able to for him. 

“Kaminari.” 

“Hngh…?” Kaminari whimpered, cursing to himself for letting him hear him. 

“Let (Name) hear you… Let me hear you…” Todoroki said. 

Kaminari shook his head, looking away. Todoroki didn’t say anything else, just a simple hum in response. (Name) could feel his jaw starting to hurt. He could certainly feel that Kaminari was close but wasn’t coming. 

Another slap on his ass caused him to accidentally bite on Kaminari’s dick. 

Kaminari’s voice was loud and sudden. From the bite, which would honestly hurt most, sounded more like a moan than him being in actual pain but that was something (Name) would think about another time. 

Something salty and sticky released in his mouth. Kaminari had came. 

(Name) pulled away, swallowing it easily. He glanced up at Kaminari’s face who had tears streaming done his face with an embarrassed look in his eyes. 

“Kami….” 

“Don’t. That really hurt.” 

“What did?” 

“My dick and my feelings.” He muttered, wiping away any tears on his face. 

(Name) blushed when he felt Todoroki pat him on the head as if he was a dog. He watched as he walked over to Kaminari and did the same. 

Kaminari simply stared at him in shock. 

“It’s okay. It’s just role-play.” 

Kaminari sighed. “Yeah, the sex was but my feelings weren’t!” 

Todoroki hummed, “then let’s go on a date. All three of us.” 

“Huh?!” (Name) and Kaminari yelled. 

“What? We might as well.” 

(Name) felt this had to be a dream. He knew it wasn’t set in stone but if he could possibly keep both men… 

Ah, it would be a dream come true! 

“After sex though, my dick is hard,” Todoroki said, reaching over to take off his clothes. 

Fuck, (Name) was not ready for sucking another dick. But his own dick twitched at the thought while he could see Kaminari look mildly interested in what Todoroki could be packing. 

Well, he could entertain him for a minute. 

ꕤ

It wasn’t a minute. Todoroki fucked him like he usually did with Kaminari in front row view of it. (Name) felt embarrassed with each thrust that caused him to scream out in pleasure. He could tell that Kaminari was a bit off put by Todoroki’s words of degradation—calling (Name) a slut or whore. 

“Next time, “Todoroki grunted, his thrusts becoming inconsistent, “do you think you could handle the both of us?” 

(Name) mewled as he could feel himself coming close. “Yes, yes…” He muttered, looking straight ahead at Kaminari. Kaminari blinked but kept eye contact with him, glancing up at Todoroki a few times as well. 

Yeah, next time, he was going to enjoy them both.  

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[merbear25]

Hii,i would like to make a request on no. 2 for Mihawk? Was thinking with a forbidden love type of situation or maybe with a reader who is afraid of love

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There weren’t many you would have had an issue working with. However, out of all the people in the world, you were to work with one of the Warlords. Your higher-ups made the decision to ship you off to assist one of them much to your dismay. First impressions mean a lot, but they weren’t the final say in how a relationship would end up.

CW: SFW, gn!reader, fluff, some arguing, confession, reader is in the Marines

With time love can grow (Mihawk)

Assigned to help one of the Warlords, you were expecting the worst of the worst. Given so many of their reputations, not all being completely revealed to the public, you were dreading which of the snakes in the grass you would be forced to help. Upon arriving at the island engulfed in fog, a chill cascaded over your body.

“Who comes to these parts wearing only that?”

The sudden voice made you jump. When you turned, you came face to face with the world’s greatest swordsman and Warlord—Dracule Mihawk. His golden eyes burrowed into you, making the natural chill in the air more frigid. “How was I to know the air would cut through my uniform like a knife!”

He didn’t respond, instead simply averting his gaze and moving towards the castle. You quickly followed. The screeches and howling in the distance made the forest appear menacing. The fear you were carrying with you could be sensed by your new supposed boss. “I can hear you shaking from here.”

Embarrassment bit at your cheeks and you held your tongue, so as not to further ruin your first impression. Not another word was exchanged the rest of the way to his, and now your, dwellings. A stumble here and there, you were not a stranger to overcoming adversities. 

Little by little and then in strides you proved yourself. Whatever snippets of judgement he may have harbored fizzled out a long time ago. Trust was hard to come by for anyone, but especially in his case. The more you got to know him, the more you understood that it didn’t come easily for him, although he wasn’t completely void of it. In small ways he began showing you that he was learning to lower those walls: letting you roam the castle without any supervision and taking calls for him, and allowing himself to doze off around you when the chair and fire were just too inviting.

The little throb in your heart when you saw him passed out in his armchair stirred something in you. Dread stood in the doorway of your heart when it dawned on you. How could you be in love with one of the cruelest forms of authority the world had to offer? That prejudice died out some time ago and the thought of you once holding a somewhat grudge towards him made you ache as you looked at his resting form. Getting up, you gently threw a blanket over him before going off to bed. When you turned to leave, his eyes opened as if his own feelings towards you were surfacing.

The next morning started off rough. Microaggressions were fueling your actions and his lack of acknowledgement made them flare up that much more. One final correction he made towards you had you throwing up your hands, “I was just trying to help!” You snapped.

“Must you shout? I don’t expect you to know how anything is done.” 

Although the delivery was calm and collected with the intention of defusing the situation, you couldn’t help but feel hurt by his remark. After all the time you spent together, how could he throw away a statement like that? Before you continued, you took a step back and looked at the bigger picture. Those feelings you had towards him were begging you to let them out, their pounding on the door finally encouraged you to open it.

“I do know some things. I know I love you. I know you love me.” Your conviction made it sound so easy. The clarity in your voice did its best to part the clouds hindering his judgement. He kept his arms folded and his eyes closed. The furrow in his brow hadn’t softened. Mulling over those words, he knew them to be true. Time after time he pushed that thought down, not wanting to risk the inevitable that would follow.

“You know what will happen if I say those words. Eventually you will become a target due to your tie to me.” His posture remained still, unwilling to completely open up to the thought of love.

Each word settled on your shoulders, their heaviness pushing you through the floor as if it were quicksand. A dry gulp at the thought of all of his enemies using you as leverage to get to him flooded your mind as you sank deeper. “I’ve already considered that.”

He peaked at you with one eye open, the half lid holding onto your body language.

“Yeah, and I don’t care.” The unsteadiness in your voice wasn’t from fear. The adrenaline pushed you past that, making you feel even more confident in your words. “I’ve been with you long enough to know what to expect, and I still want to be with you. It’s worth it… You’re worth it.”

He unfolded his arms, and his eyes, albeit lowered, were now open to recall the times you’d exceed his expectations and stayed by his side when he was sure you would desert him. There was truth to your confession; that much was clear, but the reservations of fully embracing a new relationship still had a hold on him.

“I can’t promise I can be the partner you expect me to be.” The assumption that you needed someone who could tend to your emotional needs as much as physical was one of his biggest concerns when taking the plunge into dating.

Taking a step forward, you let your heart guide you. There would be obstacles to overcome, no doubt. “What’s love without taking chances?” 

He glanced up at you to see your sweet smile and bright eyes so full of hope of what could be. His eyes fell to the floor again and with a sigh, he got up and went over to you. “Some chances are worth taking, I suppose.”

[fizziepopangel]

A Surprise For You, My Dear

* Author’s note: In this story, I’m going to interpret Alastor’s asexuality and aromanticism as more fluid than it seems to be canonically. Also, this is my first fanfic so please keep that in mind if it's shit... That being said, I hope you enjoy!

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Alastor. The radio demon. Everyone knew the radio demon, and though he had been gone for quite a while, most still feared him upon his return, but not me. Because he was different from me. Softer, kinder, more genuine. It wasn’t a relationship, at least I didn’t think it was, but I still enjoyed my time with Alastor; the dancing, the laughter we both shared, every moment left me in awe of the man that had come to be feared by so many.

“You gonna answer me or not?” Husk snapped, pulling me from my thoughts. 

I tried to cover my embarrassment that struck me when I realized that I hadn’t been listening to the old bartender at all despite having been the one that came and started conversing with the man. I sat up a little straighter and looked over at the bar cat. “Sorry, I… my mind was somewhere else. What did you say?”

Husk rolled his eyes. “I’m goin’ out with Angel tonight but that damn pig of his is sick. I think the little shit got into my whiskey when Angel brought him down here last night. Angel wants to know if you’ll watch him.” He takes a long sip of whiskey in his glass. “So you up for it?”

Although I loved Fat Nuggets and would usually jump at the chance to spend time with the sweet little pig, I shook my head. “Sorry, I have plans with Alastor.” I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Al said he has a surprise for me tonight…”

“Right.” Husk gives me an unimpressed look that seems to say something along the lines of fuck you without outright saying fuck you. “Your boyfriend and your date night.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I say awkwardly. “I mean.. I don’t think so…I mean, I… I just… I like him but its, it’s…” I sigh deeply, a heat rising in my cheeks. “Shut up, Husk.”

 “Whatever.” Husk says in his usual empty sarcastic tone. “Guess Angel and me’ll just stay in with the pig tonight…” I watch as he turns, grabbing a glass and beginning to polish it with a rag that ironically  didn’t all that clean.

“Oh… sorry, Husk…” I mumble awkwardly, suddenly feeling a bit like a dick for essentially denying the couple a night out. I knew they both deserved it but I just couldn’t bring myself to say that I would cancel on Alastor when he made the night out seem so special. “I…” I trail off for a moment, feeling the other demon’s judging eyes despite his back still being turned to me as he continues to polish glasses on the shelf behind the bar. “I’m gonna go get ready to meet Alastor. I’ll see you later, and maybe I can take Fat Nuggets another time?”

I receive a grunt in reply, but as I get off my barstool, I hear the old demon grumble under his breath…. A simple warning. “Just… Be careful around Alastor, kid…. You been having a rough enough time without his bullshit” He says, not even sparing me a glance as the words left his lips. I promise him I will, knowing that he’s only looking out for me… Husk always told me that, or at least something along those lines…. But this time felt different; this time it sent a spear of anxiety through my chest and made my mind wander to what everyone in hell knew about Alastor versus the Alastor that I knew. The Alastor that I loved despite knowing he probably didn’t and would never feel the same about me… when I really thought about it, I did wonder why the man had taken such a liking to me. I wasn't indebted to him, I had no real power in hell or the hotel, and even I knew that no matter what version of Alastor was on display, he didn't keep people around without a reason. 

My thoughts continued to wander from one shitty thought to the next as I went up to my room to change for our little hang out. I was so lost in the whirlwind of thoughts when a knock at the door jolted me from where I sat in my room.

“Darling,” Alastor’s cheery, sing song voice. “Are you ready to go?”

Despite the fact that I had just been questioning my entire purpose in his life and why my companionship was so valued by him, I practically tripped over my own two feet trying to get to the door. “Al!” I beam the second I see him. “I thought we were supposed to meet up? What are you doing here?”

Sporting his signature smile, the usually detached demon waltzed into my room, grabbing me and spinning me around. “I thought we could make our way to our outing together, hmm?” He says as I giggle. “What do you say, my dear? May I escort you to the roof for your surprise?” Alastor’s smile faded into a warmer grin as he held out his hand in invitation, waiting for me to take it.

When I took his hand and let him lead me through the halls of the hotel toward the roof, it felt as if all at once the anxieties that had been gnawing away at my gut just melted away ... it was like butterflies just swarmed my insides.

“What is this big surprise, Al?" I giggle as he whisks me up to the roof, stopping just outside the door. 

“Now, I know that you've had a rough week, and that you've been absolutely dying to see that new horror film…” He said giddily. “And I've set something up that I think you'll enjoy very much.”

A frown crossed my face for a moment. I had mentioned wanting to see the horror movie that came out last weekend, and I had been pretty having a shitty week, but I wasn’t sure where Alastor was going with this surprise since he wouldn’t dare touch a tv that would stream the movie. “Yeah…?” I laugh lightly as we stand in front of the door. “What, did you find someone to go to the movies with or something?”

“Not quite.” I can actually heat the excitement in his voice as he opens the door and pulls me through it. “What do you think?”

“Alastor…” I breathe, looking around at the rooftop. There’s twinkle lights strung up all over and blankets and pillows and wine sitting and a basket of my favorite snacks all sitting beside a projector pointed at the wall beside the door. “This is…”

“Oh, but wait, there’s more!” Alastor said, his shadow hitting play on the projector. The beginning sequence of the movie I had been dying to see popping up.

My eyes lit up and despite myself, I launched myself into the radio demon’s arms, eliciting a small ‘oof’ from the man before I felt his arms snake around me. “Alastor, this is amazing! I love it!” I looked up at the man who everyone around me seemed so terrified of, the man my friends warned me to be careful around. “Did you really do this for me?”

“Why of course!” The man smiled down at me, pulling me a bit closer than he usually did before his head dipped just a bit lower and I felt him place a soft kiss on my forehead. “I would do anything to make you happy, my sweet little radio wave.” 

My heart stopped for just a moment before it began racing, hammering against my ribcage as the butterflies in my stomach went wild. “Al…” Before I could stop myself, I found my lips connecting with his and despite his usual aversion to touch and romance and anything that could even possibly lead to sex, he pulled me a bit closer. 

When he didn't pull away, it felt like electricity crackling in my veins. I felt like every star in the sky aligned perfectly as he held me. It felt perfect, it felt right. 

Radio static cracked in the air around us and Alastor’s face was just a light shade of red, no doubt mirroring my own embarrassment at what I had just done.

“Well then, “ Alastor cleared his throat, the static seeming to fade a bit as he straightened his jacket and held his hand out to me. "Shall we sit down and watch the movie?” I take his hand and nod wordlessly, afraid that I would ruin what was certainly a perfect moment if I uttered even a word or asked him to define our relationship.

Alastor showed me to my seat on the blanketed area he had set up, I immediately sank into the soft pillows and blankets, and smiled as he sat down beside me. The movie began to play and as the opening credits began to roll, I knew I should at least thank him for all of this since I knew it was a show of care he reserved for only those he loved on some level, but before I could form a coherent sentence, I felt it… His arm snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to his own body.

“I don’t think I could’ve made this anymore perfect if I tried, Al.” I sigh softly, resting my head against his chest and listening to the quiet, steady crackle of radio static that always seemed to emit from the demon. Although he set this movie night up for me, I’m not even watching the movie, but rather, just trying to soak up this moment before it slips away. “Thank you.”

Alastor chuckles, his hand gently coming to rest on my chin. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned in, our lips hovering just apart from one anothers. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, my dear.” The static completely stops and his whisper tickles my lips as he catches them in another soft kiss.

The week had been shitty, but this… This was perfect.

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[carmensbrain]

can you write uhm gulps loudly uhm Genji and reader uhm gulps sharing a first kiss but Genji is a little insecure and shy because of his scars and like he doesn't want to take off his mask at first but like gulp uhm... looks around uhm I DON'T KNOW I NEED GENJI FICS!! Maybe we can even kiss his mask idk... Preferably with a fem reader!

The way you wrote this request took me OUTTT

I’ll give you some shy genji anon (˶˃⤙˂˶)🎀

Contains- kissing ( ˘ ³˘)

Rating- E for most brains

Warnings- none

Authors note- I can’t write kissing tbh, we get thru it though!

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Unlike when he was a teen, Genji is slow with his love, being cautious to show who he is to people he didn’t fully know or trust yet. He was scared that his scars and body, or lack there of, would make the person he loved feel repulsed.

That fear still lingered in your 3rd month of dating when you had noticed him avoiding the subject of physical intimacy, or even showing you his face or body often. Whenever you’d bring it up he’d conveniently have a meeting or a mission to get ready for and avoid you for a few hours until he’d figured you’d dropped the subject.

Today you finally wanted to open the subject back up, deciding that it’d be best to ask when you both were home so you waited around for him. You lit candles in the living room and set up a bunch of blankets to ensure he’d be comfortable when he got home.

Later on he returned, tiered from the day. He instantly noticed the warm smell of the house as he took off his shoes before he joined you in the living room.

“What is all of this?” He asks, sitting on the plush couch cushion next to you, the material sinking beneath his weight. You figured it was now or never, if it was an answer you didn’t want to hear at least you’d know in stead of worrying that it was you.

“Genji- honey I know that you don’t like talking about stuff like this but I need you to listen” you start, taking his hands into yours, brushing your thumbs over his knuckles soothingly. He stiffens up, looking away from you.

“I understand if it’s just not something you want or- even like but I just want to know…” you sigh, collecting you thoughts before continuing.

“Why don’t you want to kiss me?” the words burn your throat as they come out, a slight embarrassment festering in your chest as he sat silent for a moment.

“It’s not you” he sighs, the realization of his attitude regarding the subject setting in. He does feel guilty that you’ve been waiting so long to know why but he still feels like he’s doing you a favor.

“Then what is it? I promise whatever it is I will be fine with it” you say, shifting to sit closer to him while facing him. The cold metal of his hands had slowly warmed under your touch, the coldness of his work slowly fading.

“I just… I don’t want to disgust you” he mutters, shrinking away from your warmth with a shudder. You stare at him for a moment, contemplating what he could possibly mean.

“Genji I could never be disgusted by you” you reassure, soft hands meeting the jaw of his mask, your fingers grazing the clips holding it in place. His hands quickly covered yours, a pained look in his eyes. He hated hiding from you but he could feel in his soul that you would be utterly repulsed by what you saw beneath the metal plating.

Regardless of his resistance you removed the covering, silently reassuring him with a warm smile. He closed his eyes as your hands met his tattered skin, warmth spreading over the surface.

He was shocked to say the least when he began to feel your lips pressing soft kisses on his scars, lipgloss transferring to his skin, leaving shiny residue.

“Oh Genji” you sighed, taking in his face in full as though it’d be the last time you’d see it.

“I don’t care what you look like, I’ll love you regardless” you whisper as he forces his eyes open to find a genuine smile on your face, is eyes brimming with tears that threatened to fall over his cheeks.

Without another word he leaned in and met your lips, hands shaking as he held you close. He could feel the heat of his cheeks worsening as his cheeks grew wet with tears, happy tears.

“I love you”

[ihrtsevyn]

HOW TO GET THE GIRL: A LOVERS GUIDE

CHAPTER NINE: about jiwoo. (1.6k)

WARNINGS: angst, reader is referred to as woman.

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Weeks have gone by since you started tutoring Riki. To say you've started to like him more was a vast understatement. Once you dropped your "cold" act that lasted for a mere 3 sessions, You started to become accustomed to him.

Although you had gone many years without interacting with each other, it felt like the spark you had imagined between you two never left.

The both of you had grown comfortable with each other to the point you started to interact with each other outside of the usual library doors.

At first, it was embarrassing to have your name shouted at the other end of the hallway, however, it turned into a typical routine where instead of keeping your head down and speed-walking away from him to avoid lingering eyes, you'd wave back.

During these study sessions, you learned more and more about him. How he microwaves his strawberries, he has a dog named Bisco, he can play piano, and he has a large fear of bugs that you've sadly had to learn the hard way after he accidentally pushed you aside to run away from a nearby wasp.

Something else you learned about Niki was that his grades did not match up with his knowledge. Sure, he was inconsistent with his attendance and would rarely turn in classwork if any at all, but he was smart and an extremely fast learner.

It had gotten to the point where you'd just set a small bulk of his past-due assignments in front of him and study for your other classes until he finished.

The study sessions quickly turned into more of a hangout. Staying in the library together hours after completing whatever workload had stacked up over the week to share hushed laughter and talk about everything under the sun until the library had to close down for the night.

You'd even go as far as to call him your friend, and so would members of the Newspaper Club.

"You're in a rush." Lily offhandedly mentioned as she typed away on the school's computer. Her posture had straightened at the sound of you hastily packing away your belongings but her eyes refused to stray away from the screen.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm supposed to meet up with Riki." you answered before slinging the book bag over your shoulder.

"To do what exactly? It's a Friday and I thought you only tutored him on Sundays." J suddenly butted in, a playful yet accusatory tone to her voice as she suddenly invested herself in the conversation.

"I don't know actually, he asked to meet me at the school gates when our session ended."

"Oh? Is he walking you home? That's pretty cute." Yoon commented, a teasing smile growing on her face. "I don't know why he would, I mean— he's never done it before. So, I don't see why he'd want to do it now." You replied with fake unconcern.

You were being honest when you said you didn't know why Riki had suddenly made this decision to meet you at the school gate, but if it was to start walking you home on a frequent basis, you're 100% sure your knees would give out.

"Did you guys need any more help before I head out?" You suddenly questioned, trying to shift focus away from your last comment.

"Nope, we got it from here. Only thing we have left to do anyway is restock the printer paper." J assured with a small smile before hoisting herself up to sit on a desk.

"Okay, I'll see you guys later then." You quickly replied as you made your way towards the exit,

Lily only hummed in response to your statement before saying "Have fun, don't get into any trouble."

A smile crept onto your face as you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at how much she sounded like a Mom sending her daughter off. "And text us when you make it back home!" Seeun responded, suddenly bordering out of the storage closet with a box filled to the brim with different bulks of paper.

"Okay, Moms, will do."

"About time." Riki groaned out, loud enough for your approaching figure to hear as you made your way into eye view. "Oh, shut up," you said as he pushed himself off of the gates.

"I feel like I've been waiting for forever." He whines as he follows behind your figure. "Yeah, right. Couldn't have been waiting that long since it looks like you went home to drop off your backpack." You pointed out, silently relishing in the feeling of freedom as you got farther and farther away from school grounds.

"I didn't feel like carrying that thing around all day. Plus, it'll be easier to carry yours." He stated nonchalantly.

He reached over to slip your bag off of your shoulders before flinging it across his own, his delicate fingers brushing over your own as he did so. But just as quick as his touch arrived, it was just as quick to leave.

His simple actions shouldn't ruffle you like they do, yet it still happens. You know that when Riki does things like this he never has an underlying intention which makes it all the more pathetic when you feel your stomach brim with butterflies the moment you make skin-to-skin contact with him.

You cleared your throat before wrapping your arms around your stomach, a meek attempt at trying to calm the raging storm of feelings that was happening inside of you.

"So, why did you want to walk me home all of a sudden?" You asked, shifting your gaze around the growing shrubbery to avoid looking in his direction.

"Oh, right. I wanted to ask you something." He shyly uttered, his free hand that wasn't holding your bag made its way to the back of his neck, nervously rubbing it as he looked down at his sneakers.

You glanced in his direction to see that whatever was on his mind had been weighing in on him for a while. "Yeah, what's up?" you asked softly before shifting your gaze forward.

"Um, you're friends with Jiwoo, right?" he asked, out of the corner of your eye you could see him turn towards you. Trying to gauge your reaction and see what you'd say.

It took a moment for the question to fully translate in your mind as if he was speaking a foreign language you had never heard before. Once it did register in your head you couldn't help the shock that overtook your body, nearly making you stumble over your feet.

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out, it was as if you were a fish out of water. Your mouth had suddenly gone dry and it felt as if you saw the fantasy of your TV romance crashing in front of your eyes. "Yeah, Jiwoo and I are really good friends." You finally managed to push out.

"Why do you ask?" You quickly follow up, your eyebrows unknowingly furrowing.

"I asked because I wanted to know if she was single." He replied, his tone went from nervousness to giddiness in a matter of seconds.

You couldn't turn towards him because you could hear the smile in his voice at the mere mention of her name. You were afraid that if you saw how he beamed at the thought of her that the butterflies that were swarming in your stomach just a few seconds earlier would escape onto the concrete in front of you.

"She's single," you affirmed with a stiff nod.

"Do you think you could set me up with her?" He immediately asked, a hopeful tone in his voice. Each word that came out of his mouth felt like a blow to the gut, killing off each butterfly one by one.

Your head shook 'no' before you could even form the words. "I-...I don't think I could."

"Oh, come on, please?" He suddenly pleaded, turning towards you once again. He wanted you to look at him, whether intentionally or not he knew that if you made eye contact with him you'd fall into his trap just like everyone else.

"Just get one of the basketball players to help. Or one of their cheerleader girlfriends." you tried to reason. "It's not the same," he muttered, tilting his head towards the sky, another whine threatening to come out of his mouth.

"Come on, you'd be the perfect wing-woman. you're good friends with her so it'd be easy and less weird when someone she barely knows tries to set her up with me," he argued, adding onto why he wanted you to set him up with her.

You bit your lip in contemplation. It felt like the obvious answer was 'NO!' but another part of you wanted to agree to set them up. You were happy with the relationship you and Riki had started to build together and you didn't want an elementary crush to get in the way of that.

There was always the lingering possibility that you and him were only ever meant to be friends and nothing more, and maybe, just maybe, Jiwoo was the one for him.

"What do I get out of this?" You quietly asked after the lingering silence.

"Anything you want. If you do this for me I promise I'll pay you back" He swiftly responded before stopping in his tracks, instinctively making you stop alongside him. "Please, just do this for me." He begged, his hands fidgeting with the rings on his fingers as he waited for your answer.

"Fine, I'll help you."

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[sugarsnappeases]

i need to know what u think about jily

hi....... the only way that jily interests me is A) when they try so so hard to make things work for years but ultimately decide they need to go their separate ways or B) when one or both of them dies, like in canon but also esp. when lily kills james and maybe harry too <33

in this essay, i will discuss option A but if you want there is MUCH to discuss for option B........

for me. jily is like. james who is in love with the idealised version of lily that he created when he was like eleven and decided that she was going to be the love of his life and they were going to have their happily ever after forever and ever amen. the lily he loves is one he made up over years of pining and one that ultimately does not exist. lily, similarly, isn't so much in love with james but with what he represents and what that means for her. he's what everyone expects, a good, well-off man who can provide and care for her and who has been loudly declaring his love for her for years. he's something solid and the inevitable next step in her life and their relationship is a kind of wartime whirlwind spurred on by the feeling that maybe they're running out of time (they are) and by the fact that as far as everyone is concerned, they're perfect for each other.

i think a lot about them during those long months in hiding, just them and baby harry and the realisation that maybe they don't actually know each other all that well or have anything to say to each other or all that much in common. they've never really spent a lot of time one-on-one before. i imagine those months as very quiet and very lonely and filled with a lot of revelations about their relationship that they tell themselves they'll deal w when the war is over. obvs in canon that never happens.

in a non-canon context, i think they're both incredibly stubborn, and convinced that they're right for each other and this is the life they want, and, without the isolation that arose from their specific war-time circumstances, it would take them a long time to realise that their marriage is built on the foundation of fundamentally failing to understand and see each other for who they are. and even when they do realise this, it takes a long time for either of them to do anything about it bc, like i said, stubborn, but also. terrified of what it means if the one thing that's always felt certain and inevitable, is falling to pieces around them. they're scared of those uncharted waters, and also a little embarrassed, and also entirely horrified at what's become of them. they're clinging to the broken pieces of the façade that was their relationship.

i think this is also a very internal thing, in terms of like each of them internally, but also mainly in terms of the breakdown of their marriage mostly taking place behind closed doors, in their house, where it's just the two of them (and baby harry) and there's no one to perform in front of. and they argue and they cry and they try to hold things together and eventually they both come to the realisation that they can't do it anymore, no matter how scary and unknown whatever comes next is, and quietly go through the process of a divorce. their relationship begins with bright swirling colours and loud glittering celebration and a kind of manufactured joy and ends with a messy kind of honesty, and closure even if i kinda think they'll never fully understand each other, and horror & guilt & anger & fear about the time wasted and the times to come...... so.........

[slaymitchabernathy]

Fate is Cruel

| tw: attempted suicide (but our girl is not successful) |

Soarynn cries so hard sometimes that she throws up.

There’s a consistent ringing in her ears when she cries, an attempt to muffle out the noises around her, mostly to muffle him out, his voice. Razor sharp, the same as his touch.

There was a time that she thought of Coriolanus Snow as a good, noble man, besotted with her, willing to do whatever it took to protect her. Turns out wolves can easily disguise themselves as sheep, preying on the weakest links or in this case, her.

He didn’t reveal his true colors, his true intentions until they got married. Slipping that ring on her finger was the equivalent of slipping an imaginary noose around her neck.

Sometimes she’d prefer a real noose.

Right now she just wants to disappear so she can escape his verbal abuse, spewing out the nastiest things at her all because she slipped up at a company dinner they both attended tonight. She had been doing so good too, saying all the right things, even making him smile a few times. She remembers when she'd give anything to see him smile.

Now she takes it as a sign that he's not going to yell at her. She knows he'd never hit her, not wanting to risk bruising his most prized possession. Coriolanus loves to show her off, his pretty, young little wife. But he can yell, oh he can yell. He says the meanest things to her, nearly getting off when she cries.

But tonight she messed up, embarrassed him in front of his colleagues and she knew from the look in his eyes that she'd be in for a long night when they got home.

"...stupidest girl I've ever met," he continues barking out, pacing back and forth in his study while she sits in the chair across from his desk, quiet tears rolling down her cheeks. She sits with her hands in her lap, head lowered while she takes everything that he dishes out, it's easier this way rather than trying to reason with him.

After being married for over a year, Soarynn knows how Coriolanus operates. He needs to blow off steam before he can calm down, then he's a bit more reasonable but not by a lot. Soarynn is constantly walking around on eggshells with him, terrified of saying or doing the wrong thing.

She does everything he wants her to do. She dresses the way he likes, talks the way he likes, she even eats the food he likes.

It's still not enough.

"I mean honestly Soarynn, it's like you're just begging to be punished," he snaps, stopping right in front of her, "dumb little girl, can't even carry a decent conversation without humiliating yourself can you?" Her cheeks burn with shame and more tears blur her vision, she was just trying to be nice at dinner, make small talk.

"I'm sorry," she whispers for the hundredth time tonight, "I didn't mean to embarrass you or bring attention to myself." He scoffs, lifting his hand and she flinches involuntarily, Coriolanus has always been an angry man. She remembers the first time he truly lashed out at her. It had been over dinner ironically enough, except she had gone out to dinner with her friends and came home too late for his liking.

Coriolanus was just starting to show his true colors, his urge to control and possess her. She tried to reason with him, she stayed home every night with him, this was just a one-time thing, she lost track of time, this would never happen again.

It didn't happen again. Not after he threw his glass cup at her, barely missing her head as it shattered against the wall. Soarynn had been petrified by his aggressive behavior, he tried to hurt her, that was no accident.

He apologized afterward, once she started crying and trembling from fear. She never grew up in a violent household but he did, at least that's what he said while holding her. "My father darling," he had mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "my father was so strict when raising me, he believed in discipline to make me better, make me stronger. I want the same for you, for our future children."

The ring on her finger was a painful reminder that she was stuck with him and would eventually bear his children.

She forgave him that one time.

Then again, and again, and again. There was always a 'next time' for him to lash out at her and she always forgave him.

The forgiving lamb married to the spiteful wolf. Fate can be so cruel sometimes.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn falls asleep with tear-stained cheeks and her husband's arm lazily draped over her side. Her body aches, her core is throbbing in pain. He's always so aggressive in the bedroom after a disagreement. He does it to hurt her, to drive the point home that she will always belong to him.

She sniffles but keeps quiet, she wouldn't want to wake Coriolanus, he'd only grow more angry with her. Sometimes he'll wipe her tears, whisper how it's for her own good, that he does this because he loves her so much, that he wants the best for her, for their family. Soarynn would rather kill herself than have a baby with him.

Kill herself. What a thought.

Soarynn has always heard people throw around the casual threat of ending their lives over meaningless things but this isn't meaningless. She's being abused, mentally, emotionally, sexually.

Wouldn't it be better this way?

The way he acts you think that she was a huge burden for him. Soarynn's father passed away five years ago, leaving her with their family fortune that Coriolanus quickly took over the second they got married, drafting up enough papers so that she couldn't touch a cent of her own family's money.

She has nowhere to go.

Soarynn finally feels herself growing tired, crying always exhausts her but arguing with Coriolanus has a tendency to spike up her adrenaline like an animal being hunted for sport. He loves a hunt though, and he claims to love her despite all he does to her.

Soarynn used to dream about getting married and falling in love.

Now it just feels like a nightmare.

꧁ ꧂

"Stop doing that."

Soarynn immediately stops tapping her foot, his words are harsh and they land on their intended target. "Sorry," she mumbles which earns her another disappointed look from her husband. "And stop mumbling. How many times do I tell you about the mumbling Soarynn? Speak. Up."

A small, minuscule amount of anger bubbles up in her chest. Soarynn had always been soft-spoken. Always. He knew that when he was courting her, when he was engaged to her, when he married her. Why he chooses to nitpick it now is beyond her.

Her eye twitches but she remains silent, forgetting that often actions speak louder than words because he catches the small irritation on her face.

"Something you want to say Soarynn?"

She shakes her head, it was a mistake, she didn't mean it. "No," she says.

"Speak up Soarynn."

"NO!" She shouts, glaring at her husband from across the living room, gripping the armrests of her chair, "No Coriolanus, I have nothing to say to you."

That was the wrong thing to say.

He calmly sets down the newspaper in his hands, they spend their mornings on the weekends relaxing in the living room, he reads the paper, she reads a book. If he weren't so terrible then she'd actually enjoy it.

"Come here Soarynn."

She shakes her head, beginning to tremble in fear. Coriolanus could do so many things to her, ranging from yelling to physically punishing her. She hates them all, hates him.

His eyes flash with anger and he beckons her over with the curl of his index finger, patience thinning, "I'm not asking again," he says, it's an order, not a request. But Soarynn is done being thrown around, treated like she's nothing. She is his wife, he should treat her as such.

"I am not your puppet," she fires back, surprised by how confident she sounds and he is too but it doesn't last long. His lips curl up into a cruel smirk as he rises from his chair, causing her to become frozen in hers. Coriolanus stalks over to her slowly, sizing up his prey, "It seems that last night's lecture wasn't enough for you darling, I suppose you might need a better punishment."

Soarynn fervently shakes her head, "No, no, I'm sorry Coriolanus, I misspoke. It won't happen again I promise."

He looms over her from where he's standing, inches away and she's choking on his air, "You're right," he says quietly, "it won't."

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn pounds on the locked doors, choking on her sobs, "Let me out, please let me out!" She hears nothing in response, no rude comments or smug remarks. He locked her in one of the guest rooms, one of the empty guest rooms, no sheets on the bed, no food, nothing but the clothes on her back.

It's dark in here too, cold and scary. She feels like an animal that's been trapped. She tried to change his mind, promised that she'd be better, that she'd never act out again but of course, he had to drive his message home.

He grabbed her by the hair, dragging her down the hallway while she cried, while she begged for forgiveness as if she were the one at fault.

He didn't say how long she'd be in here, he just threw her into the room and shut the doors behind him, trapping her in her own home. Soarynn presses her back against the doors and sinks down to the floor, pressing her hand to her mouth so her sobs are muffled. He won't get the satisfaction of hearing her cry.

She wonders what she did to deserve this, why he hates her so much. She wonders if it really was his father or his childhood in general. She knows that his mother died when he was young, leaving him with his father and his grandmother before she passed away as well.

That's still no excuse to hurt others.

Soarynn sits by the doors for what feels like hours since she has no real concept of time besides the sun shining through the windows. She listens for her husband's footsteps but never hears them, growing colder once the sun starts to set. Soarynn sniffles, rubbing her eyes, maybe there's a blanket in here she can use to keep warm. Still dressed in her nightgown, Soarynn slowly pushes herself onto her feet, padding into the large closet.

It's empty to her dismay, hasn't been touched in years from the looks of it. She crosses into the bathroom through the connecting door, rubbing her arms for some warmth. The bathroom is in the same condition, barren and dusty. She could always draw a warm bath, but the water would cool down eventually and she doesn't have a towel.

Soarynn pokes around the cabinets and finds some old makeup and jewelry. This must've been his grandmother's room, a tomb of remembrance now that she's gone. Soarynn will certainly remember this room but for very different reasons.

She opens the cabinet tucked into the wall and her stormy eyes widen when she sees all sorts of pill bottles. She grabs one out of curiosity, wiping away the dust on the label. The words are faded but the bottle looks old, at least ten years.

And there's a lot of these bottles.

With a lot of pills.

Soarynn would never have it in her to cut her own skin, she's too scared to try that but pills, well, pills she can manage. It all happens so quickly, her unscrewing all the lids, pills scattering across the bathroom counter while she turns on the sink. Soarynn dumps as many pills as she can into her hand, leaning down to gulp down some water. She's been so thirsty since she got locked in here, and now, it's her final drink.

Soarynn swallows down some more water before looking back at her handful of pills, contemplating her rash decision. She could always change her mind, stay in this cold, dark room until he came to get her. But then what? He'll just hurt her again, and again, and again.

No. She'd rather die.

With a shaky breath, Sorynn throws back the pills, swallowing as many as possible before taking another drink of water. It takes her about a minute to swallow all the pills and she immediately starts feeling dizzy. Soarynn whimpers, the realization of what she's done finally hits her the moment it's too late.

She stumbles out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, hoping her husband might be there to save her but the doors are still shut. Soarynn feels bile rising up in her throat and it's coming out of her mouth before she can try to stop it.

She gasps, teetering left and right, seeing black spots in her vision. It's all happening so fast. She tries to make it to the bed but she falls before she can reach it. She hears a crack and then silence.

The last thing Soarynn wonders is how her husband will find her.

꧁ ꧂

Beep.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

What?

Beep.

"How is she, doctor?"

"She's doing well, we caught it just in time but she'll be fine."

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

Soarynn can hear more beeping, more voices, more nosies. It all comes crashing down on her like ocean waves, rushing into her ears, and suddenly her eyes open, staring up at a tiled ceiling.

A face appears above her, a stranger, she's never met this man before. He has a flashlight in his hand, shining it down into her eyes and she squints up at him, "Looks good," he remarks, "we'll have to run a few more tests."

Soarynn groans, she feels like shit, like she got hit by a car. Her entire body aches and her throat and lips feel dry. She tries to sit up but fails miserably. "Don't try to move, Mrs. Snow," another voice says, female this time. Soarynn looks to her right at a nurse standing at her bedside, a concerned look on her face.

Soarynn's voice is scratchy but she still speaks, "Where...where am I?"

"You're at the hospital Mrs. Snow. Your husband found you at home lying on the floor, unresponsive so he brought you here."

Coriolanus found her, that deadbeat, piece of shit found her and brought her here.

But he's not in the room, she scans the small space quickly and he's nowhere to be seen. Maybe this was the last straw for him, maybe he left her here, left her to be someone else's problem.

Soarynn tries to lift her right hand but she can't. She's restrained to the bed. Soarynn frowns at the shackles and gets a sympathetic look from her nurse, "We know this must be a lot," she says kindly, "and that you've probably been feeling depressed for quite some time but we want you to know that taking your own life is never the right solution. Your husband was devastated when he found you like that."

So he's here.

"He's here? My husband?"

Both the doctor and nurse nod, "Yes, yes he's here, would you like us to go get him for you?"

Soarynn's eyes burn with tears once again. If she wasn't scared of Coriolanus before she tried to kill herself, she's terrified now. He's actually going to kill her.

"No," she cries, pulling on her restraints, "no I don't want to see him, he's going to be so angry, so..." Her voice dies off and the tears begin to run. He's going to make her life a living hell, this was just what he needed, now he can watch her every move on the doctor's orders.

"Let me go get him," the doctor whispers, leaving the room. Soarynn keeps crying, accepting her new damned fate. For the rest of her life, she's going to be in his shackles. "It's okay, he won't be mad at you Mrs. Snow."

Soarynn wants to laugh at this nurse and her comforting words. She doesn't know him like she does, doesn't know how capable he is of being cruel. Before she can even try to tell her anything, the door opens and this time, it's Coriolanus.

Soarynn can see how angry he is behind his carefully curated expression. His eyes are seething with rage. She tried to leave him.

She bursts into tears upon seeing him and he immediately comes to her side, resting a hand on the side of her head to comfort her, "Oh darling," he whispers, looking down at his poor little wife, so depressed she tried to kill herself. "I was so worried about you."

Soarynn is finding it very hard to breathe right now.

"We'll need to keep her overnight for some observations but she'll be able to go home in the morning," her nurse informs him. Coriolanus nods, keeping his eyes trained on Soarynn, "I'm never letting you out of my sight again," he promises.

He means it too.

It's not a promise, it's a threat.

It must sound so sweet and caring from an outsiders perspective, the caring, attenetive Coriolanus Snow. Soarynn sees right through that. He's going to make her life a livng hell.

He finally looks over at the nurse, "You mentioned some mood supressants? I'm sure she'll need anything you can give her once we get back home and settle into a new routine."

Soarynn tunes out the rest of their conversation, muffled in her ears. She knows when Coriolanus leaves because he presses a kiss on her cheek. She knows when the nurse leaves because she turns off the overhead light.

She knows that she hopes she dies in her sleep because fate can be cruel.

꧁ ꧂

It's silent when they get back home.

His grip on her waist is far from possessive, he already owns her, mind, body, and now, soul.

Coriolanus closes the front doors behind them and sighs, they're finally alone, just the two of them. The mask can come off now.

"Part of me wanted to leave you lying there on the ground," he says quietly.

Soarynn sighs, so past caring about anything now, "I wish you did."

They make their way into the kitchen and he has her sit at the breakfast table, so he can keep an eye on her while he makes her something to eat. "From now on you don't go anywhere without me," he says, casually chopping up some strawberries with a knife, "not the bathroom, not the kitchen, not anywhere. I can't afford to have you trying to kill yourself again just because you're upset darling."

Soarynn wants to scream at him, flip over the table, and stab him with the knife he's holding a million times until he bleeds out but she can't. All the anger and grief within her has been suppressed by the pills they gave her, well, gave him. She feels as if she's floating through the clouds, too tired and dazed to truly put up a fight.

Coriolanus thinks what she did was a tantrum, he thinks that she tried to kill herself to piss him off, to send a message. She certainly hoped that finding her dead body would send a message or two but to him, she was acting childish, ungrateful for all he's given her.

"Nod if you understand me Soarynn."

His belittling words manage to spark up something in her, but it's not enough for her to snap back, so she meekly nods her head. Coriolanus grunts, scraping the cut-up berries into a bowl, "Everything I do for you is out of love darling, it's tough love but it's still love. I want what's best for you, for our family."

He walks over to the table, setting the bowl down in front of her, and rests his hand on top of her head, "Now, I want you to eat everything in that bowl and then we'll get you in the bath, goodness knows you need to be washed off."

Soarynn frowns, she doesn't know how long she was at the hospital for but she didn't think that she smelled bad. Then again, Coriolanus is freakishly strict about hygiene. She looks down at the berries, she usually loves strawberries and he knows her enough to remember that but she's not really hungry.

Perhaps she misjudged his anger because his other hand takes a firm hold of her jaw, squeezing it to the point of pain, "Stop being a fucking ungrateful brat and eat your food," he hisses, digging his fingers into her skin. Soarynn whimpers, tears prickling in her eyes from the harsh language and touch. She opens her mouth and grabs a piece of fruit bringing it to her mouth with a shaky hand.

Coriolanus keeps his tight hold on her while Soarynn forces herself to eat, even to the point of an upset stomach because it'll be much worse if she doesn't finish. When she finishes, she's rewarded with a kiss on her temple as if he didn't just grab her like that, "Good job darling, see what happens when you listen to me?"

Soarynn wisely says nothing.

Coriolanus goes to wash the bowl and Soarynn watches him, a distant look in her eyes as they settle on the cutting board. He usually likes to comment on how she never helps him with anything around the house so in an effort to be good, she rises from her seat and grabs the cutting board, bringing it over to him by the sink.

Soarynn takes the knife and holds it out to him, watching as his piercing blue eyes settle on the sharp object and widen. He drops the bowl in the sink, making her flinch at the loud noise and he quickly grabs the knife from her, acting as if she just stabbed him.

She thought about it.

"Don't ever do that again Soarynn," he snaps, causing her to grow confused. "But I...I thought..." Her voice dies off, too tired to try and argue with her husband who clearly doesn't trust her with anything. He shakes his head, setting the knife in the sink, "You don't ever get to be around sharp objects again darling, I can't have you cutting that delicate skin."

Oh.

So he didn't think she was going to hurt him, no, that would be too easy. As much as he denies it, the quickest way to hurt Coriolanus Snow is by hurting his wife.

It's just very unfortunate that she's the wife.

꧁ ꧂

Warm water sloshes around Soarynn, it feels nice, like a warm hug after a bad day at school.

More water pours over her head and she closes her eyes, letting the shampoo wash out of her hair. His fingers are deft while they work, untangling her hair, brushing through it, and washing it. If she were a stranger looking into the bathroom, she'd think this was sweet. A husband taking care of his mentally ill wife who tried to kill herself.

What a gentleman.

It's too bad that she knows the truth though, the ugly truth but the truth nonetheless.

Coriolanus Snow is a monster and she is trapped with him.

His hand drags up and down her bare back, causing her to shiver from his touch, "What were you thinking Soarynn?" He whispers, "Killing yourself? Do you have any idea what people are saying about me? About us?"

Of course, this is why he cares. She's tainted his reputation. Coriolanus Snow is now married to an unstable nutcase. Poor him.

"Sorry," she mumbles even though she's not.

He sighs, deep and heavy, she wonders what it's like to live in his twisted mind, how he justifies all the things that he does to her. "My grandmother died in that room, do you have any idea how horrible it would've been for me to lose both of you in the same room?"

Soarynn finally meets his scrutinizing gaze, it holds no empathy or remorse for what she's gone through with him. "You locked me in there," she whispers, closing her eyes when those terrible memories come flooding back, "locked me in there and didn't come back."

She feels his hand on her cheek, it's supposed to be comforting but it only reminds her that she belongs to him wholly now. There is no escaping. "You were misbehaving," he reminds her, "perhaps you should spend another night in there." Her eyes fly open at the threat, and new tears threaten to spill, "No, no please," she whimpers, "I don't wanna go back there."

Coriolanus grunts, giving it some thought, "Then you'll be my good girl hmm? Do as I say?"

"Yes," she says, lowering her head, "I'll do as you say."

They spend the rest of bathtime in silence. Coriolanus finishes washing her off and dries off her body and her hair. For once, she's grateful for him because she doesn't have the strength to do any of this by herself right now. He picks out a nightgown for her to wear, a light shade of blue with lace trim along the neckline. It's a pretty thing and he says that it matches her eyes.

He keeps an arm wrapped around her as they walk to their bed, Soarynn lost some weight in the hospital along with her strength and will to live.

Which is why she doesn't try to fight him off when he puts his body on top of hers. Looks like she isn't a total lost cause. Soarynn lies there, limp and unresponsive while his lips leave marks on her body, reclaiming her as his. She winces when she feels his fingers prodding against her entrance, she's not turned on in the slightest but that never stopped him from taking what's his.

"The doctor told me something else," he murmurs in her ear, sliding two fingers inside of her. Soarynn whimpers from the painful stretch, begging her body to produce some lubrication but nothing happens. These suppressants are doing more harm than good.

"Do you want to know what the doctor told me Soarynn?"

Soarynn wishes she had just slashed her wrists open instead. Then she wouldn't have to be here.

He kisses right below her ear and whispers the most horrifying words she's ever heard in her life, "That the little baby inside of you survived."

She's pregnant.

She was pregnant and then she tried to kill herself. Against all odds, the tiny little baby inside of her survived.

Tears are rolling down her face, Soarynn can't keep them at bay anymore. It doesn't help that his fingers are tearing her apart, pumping in and out of her at a rapid pace now.

"Even at your worst you still give me your best Soarynn," he pants in her ear, "gonna give me a child, gonna be so good for me." A child. She has to bring a child into this cruel world, into this dark, evil household. Soarynn isn't ready to be a mother, to have a baby, to give birth. She could die giving birth.

He doesn't care though. He doesn't care.

When Coriolanus finally forces himself inside of her, Soarynn says nothing, already imagining the child growing inside of her. If it's a girl, she'll think her father is the best man in the world, the same way Soarynn thought of Coriolanus before realizing the truth.

If it's a boy, he'll know right away that his father is horrible.

Either way, she'll lose and he knows that.

Soarynn wishes she were dead so her baby would be dead too but they're not. They'll be forced to live under his rule forever.

Fate is so cruel.

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