#both of them coaxing their children to slow down and breathe with them

[stuck-in-jelly]

In through your nose, out through your mouth. With me./Breathe…You need to breathe.

[idkyetxoxo]

Jacaerys Velaryon - Crown of Devotion

Summary - A newly crowned king and queen share a passionate, intimate moment, shedding their royal facades in favour of raw connection. But as their love intertwines, the arrival of their children shatters the tranquillity, pulling them back into the warmth and chaos of family life.

Pairing - Jacaerys Velaryon x reader

Warnings - Sexual content (smut!)

Word count - 2114

Masterlist for Jacaerys • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

The heavy doors to our chambers closed with a soft thud, sealing us away from the echoing cheers and ceremonial splendour. 

As the noise faded into a distant murmur, Jace turned to face me, a lopsided smile tugging at his lips, his fingers brushing the golden weight of the crown now resting on his brow. 

The light of the room glinted off the intricate metal, making his dark eyes seem even more alight with emotion.

"My King," I teased, my voice playful but reverent, as I sank into an exaggerated curtsy, my skirts pooling around me. 

Before I could rise fully, he crossed the space between us, his touch gentle yet insistent as his hands closed around my arms, pulling me upright with a strength that was both commanding and tender.

"You never bend for me," he said, his gaze piercing, a blend of vulnerability and authority that left me breathless. 

There was a depth to those words, an unspoken plea that lingered in the space between us. 

I couldn't help but smile, catching my bottom lip between my teeth, savouring the closeness of him.

Rhaenyra had chosen to step down from the throne, surrendering her crown after years of relentless ruling. 

She had guided the realm through both fire and peace and now it was time to pass the torch. 

The coronation had been grand, steeped in tradition and solemnity, but all of that had melted away. Here, within these walls, it was just Jace and me—king and queen in the eyes of the realm, but simply ourselves to each other.

With deliberate care, Jace lifted the crown from his head, the weight of kingship momentarily set aside. His eyes never leaving mine, he placed it upon my head. 

I felt its unfamiliar weight settle against my brow, the cool metal contrasting with the warmth rising in my cheeks. 

My hand instinctively reached up to remove it, but his fingers intertwined with mine, strong and unyielding.

"Jace, this isn't right," I whispered, my voice trembling between protest and awe. He shook his head, a soft laugh escaping him as he adjusted the crown, his touch lingering in my hair.

"You are my queen," he murmured, each word laced with devotion. He leaned in, pressing his lips to the curve of my neck, and I felt the warmth of his breath against my skin. 

"If I wish the crown to grace your head, then it shall rest there," he declared, his tone unyielding, as though daring the universe itself to defy him.

His fingers traced the delicate ties of my gown, each movement unhurried, as though savouring the anticipation. The silk slid away from my shoulders, pooling around my waist as he guided me gently toward the bed. 

Our steps were slow, every moment charged with the unspoken weight of what was to come. 

When my back met the softness of the sheets, I felt the cool press of the crown against my brow—a reminder of what had passed, and the man who stood before me.

Jace's gaze was dark with desire and reverence, a storm tempered by tender restraint. He stripped away his own garments with a swift grace that spoke of longing barely held at bay. 

For a breathless moment, he paused, his knuckles gliding along the curve of my cheekbone, a touch both reverent and possessive. 

The intensity in his eyes made my chest tighten—this was a worship, a claiming, an intimacy deeper than any decree.

He leaned in, his lips capturing mine with a fervent, searching need. His mouth was soft but unrelenting, tasting, teasing, coaxing my own response until we were breathless. 

His hands explored me, each caress an invocation, a promise. My skin ignited where he touched as if he were etching the memory of this moment into every inch of me.

As his fingers trailed lower, teasing, exploring, I gasped, my body arching beneath him, seeking more. When he parted my thighs, his touch was a whisper, a slow, lingering torment that left me trembling with desire.

"Will you let your king have you?" he murmured, his voice low and rough with need, the words brushing against my ear like a caress.

A shiver ran through me, and I splayed my hands over his chest, feeling the rapid drumbeat of his heart beneath my palms. 

"Your queen demands it," I whispered, my voice trembling with want.

His lips curved into a smile, a flash of mischief and devotion before he shifted, his body aligning with mine. 

As he pressed forward, every movement was deliberate, savouring, the slow joining of flesh that felt like the meeting of souls. I drew in a ragged breath, the sensation overwhelming, a blend of pleasure and the intoxicating awareness of being completely known.

He moved with a rhythm that spoke of both tenderness and unbridled passion, every thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. 

My arms wrapped around his back, feeling the taut strength of his muscles as he moved. The world dissolved, reduced to this moment, this connection, the feel of him within me, around me.

"Gods, Jace," I moaned, my eyes closing as my senses were consumed.

"Yes, my queen," he murmured against my neck, his lips and teeth marking me, a brand of his devotion. 

His movements quickened each touch and kiss deepening the bond between us, weaving passion with reverence, strength with vulnerability. 

We were more than king and queen, more than lovers. In this sacred, stolen moment, we were simply and utterly us—bare and unbreakable.

The heat between us built with a relentless intensity, each movement drawing us closer to the edge. 

Jace's body moved against mine with a rhythm that sent shivers down my spine, his every touch igniting new flames across my skin. 

Our breaths mingled, heavy and ragged, each gasp and moan echoing in the chamber, a symphony of passion and need.

I could feel him tremble, the tension gathering in every taut muscle as we climbed higher together. 

My fingers dug into his back, holding him closer, urging him on as if the closeness itself might not be enough. 

The crown upon my head felt like a distant weight, nothing compared to the sensation of him—the warmth of his skin, the press of his body, the way his name spilt from my lips like a prayer.

"Jace," I gasped, and in his eyes, I saw the same desperation, the same all-consuming need.

We surged together, bodies and souls entwined, moving in perfect harmony as the crescendo built. It came like a wave crashing over us—raw, powerful, and infinite. 

Pleasure shattered through me, and I felt him pulse within me, his release intertwined with my own. Our cries mingled, echoing in the sacred space that was ours alone. 

I clung to him as he held me, our bodies shaking, breaths mingling in the aftermath of bliss.

Slowly, he lowered his forehead to mine, our eyes meeting in the quiet that followed. There was a reverence in his gaze, a softness that spoke of more than words ever could. 

I traced the line of his jaw with trembling fingers, feeling the roughness of his skin and the warmth that radiated from him.

As the aftershocks faded, I lifted my hands to the crown resting upon my brow. It was heavy with meaning, with duty and tradition—but here and now, it was simply a symbol of us. 

Carefully, I removed it, my hands steady despite the lingering tremor in my limbs. I met Jace's gaze, a smile spreading across my face, bright and unrestrained.

Without breaking eye contact, I placed the crown back upon his head. It settled there as if it had always belonged, glinting in the dim light. 

He looked at me with surprise, and then something softer—gratitude, love, perhaps even a touch of awe.

"There," I whispered, my voice still breathless but laced with warmth. "It suits you, my king."

His lips curved into a slow, genuine smile, one that reached his eyes and made them glimmer. 

"And it will always suit you," he replied, his voice tender, wrapping me in its warmth as he pulled me close once more.

We lay back, tangled in the heat of each other, relishing the stolen quietude of the night. It felt like the world outside had faded into nothingness, leaving only the two of us suspended in this perfect moment. 

But then—a sudden, loud bang on the chamber doors shattered our brief escape.

Jace's eyes widened, meeting mine in startled disbelief. Before we could even exchange a word, another thundering knock reverberated through the room, followed by a small, familiar voice. 

Panic mixed with stifled laughter as we realized who it was. We exchanged a quick glance, our eyes wide with the shared knowledge that we were teetering on the brink of being caught.

Scrambling to pull on robes, our movements were nothing short of a comedy of errors. My arm got tangled in a sleeve, and Jace nearly tripped over the hem of his garment as we rushed. 

By the time the doors swung open, our breaths were still coming fast.

There they stood, our two little ones—Lucerys and Alyssa—clad in their sleepwear, looking impossibly small against the vast doors of our chamber. 

Alyssa's curls were wild and tangled, and Luke's eyes were wide and pleading.

"What are you two doing up?" I asked, my voice softer now as I scooped Alyssa into my arms. 

She snuggled against me immediately, her tiny head resting on my chest, her warmth a familiar balm.

Luke, meanwhile, wasted no time clambering onto the bed, settling himself comfortably in front of Jace as though it were his rightful place all along.

"We can't sleep," Luke declared, the words escaping in a pitiful sigh. I exchanged a knowing look with Jace, my own exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

"Ah," Jace said, crossing his arms and feigning sternness though his eyes danced with amusement, "perhaps that has something to do with the fact that both of you snuck more strawberry tarts than you should have?" 

He tilted his head, one eyebrow arching in mock accusation.

I couldn't help but chuckle. I poked Alyssa's little round belly, earning a dramatic grumble from her as if she were the most wronged child in the kingdom.

"But we were celebrating," Alyssa protested, her lower lip jutting out in a pout that was both endearing and devastatingly effective. 

I frowned, my expression mirroring mock severity as I turned to Jace. But I caught sight of him biting his lip to stifle his laughter, his shoulders shaking slightly. The game was lost.

"Celebrating, were you?" I said, my voice filled with mock disapproval as I stroked Alyssa's hair. "And just what were you celebrating?"

"The coronation!" Luke piped up, his face lighting up with pride. "We stayed up to watch the lights in the sky. You and Father are the King and Queen!"

I pressed a kiss to Alyssa's forehead and Jace reached over to ruffle Luke's hair, the pretence of sternness long forgotten.

The room felt smaller somehow, filled with warmth and love, the weight of the world momentarily forgotten as the two of us just gazed at our children.

"You know," I said softly, "I think that's the best reason to stay up late I've ever heard." 

Alyssa let out a sleepy yawn, her tiny fingers curling around the fabric of my robe. I tucked her a little closer, pressing a kiss to her temple, and she smiled sleepily, her eyelids fluttering closed as if she had found the perfect spot in the world to fall asleep. 

Luke, no less content, had leaned against Jace, his head resting against his father's chest. 

The gentle rise and fall of Jace's breathing seemed to soothe him, his small body relaxed against the warmth of his father.

In that moment, the entire world could have come crashing down, and it wouldn't have mattered. 

We were here, together. The three of them—my children, my husband—our hearts intertwined in a perfect, silent understanding. 

The chaos of the world outside felt so far removed as if nothing could touch us in this space. 

Jace's hand found mine beneath the blankets, squeezing it gently as though reminding me that this was everything. 

Our family, our love, and these simple moments that felt so much like eternity.

"Well," Jace said, his voice warm with affection, "if royalty cannot sleep, perhaps it is our duty to stand watch with you." He patted Luke's head and the boy giggled.

With a shared look, we adjusted the covers, making room for two more little bodies. 

In this chaotic, sleepy pile of limbs and laughter, our chamber transformed from a place of royal significance to the cosy haven of a family that refused to let go of its love.

A/n - I don't think i've ever written king Jace before which is just crazy unless i'm lieing then ignore this 😩 

[ctrlhee]

when it happened to me ᯓ★ teaser

↪ lhs x f!reader

pairing — heeseung x fem!reader ... childhood friends to strangers to lovers, heavy angst, happy ending ... est w/c: 20-25k synopsis — after ghosting you five years ago, lee heeseung shows up in your life at the worst time possible. trying to balance a still broken heart, your senior year, and unspoken words? a recipe for disaster. disclaimers — intentional lowercase, profanities, heeseung kind of sucks for a while, jealousy, miscommunication, one-sided love, depression, drugs (weed + vape), insecurities, both in their senior year of university, feminine terms for reader, they both need therapy, suggestive content, mdni now listening to ... we hug now by sydney rose ; memories by conan gray ; waiting room by phoebe bridgers release date — march 31, 2025 teaser w/c — 1.3k

salt.

that was the first thing you noticed as tears began to cascade down your soft cheeks. your hands desperately cling to your mother as you try to convince her that you don't need to go to kindergarten. no, you were far too overwhelmed to be near other children, much less people you had never met. your mouth moves before you can stop it, trying to convince her as much as any five-year-old can convince their parent.

her soft voice tries to coax you to look up. warm hands suddenly touch your round cheeks, holding them with the kind of care only a parent can give. your mother smiles at you gently before wiping your tears away, your breath eventually evening out as she whispers words of encouragement.

with a determined nod, you slowly let go of her hand before staring at your new teacher. as you begin to take slow steps away from your mother, you suddenly hear a loud laugh before you feel a hard surface touching your hands. you find yourself wincing in pain as your eyes begin to water. taking a deep breath, you look up in confusion as you try to understand what had happened.

your eyes widened as you saw a young boy, most likely a classmate, staring at you with worry. his small hands quickly reach to grab your own and help you up, apologies slipping through his mouth before anything else. you stare at him with wonder, his big eyes reminding you of your favorite movie bambi.

you slowly take his outstretched hands, gasping softly as he pulls you up. he smiles at you sheepishly before muttering a slight apology, bowing his head at the mistake. you shake your head, knowing it had been an accident, before telling him it was okay.

"heeseung." you tilt your head in confusion before he continues, "my name is lee heeseung, and im five years old!" he says this proudly as he holds up five fingers.

you smile brightly at him before telling him your name. he hugs you without a second thought and nods, stating you two will become best friends. you hear your mother laughing gently, a woman close to her age smiling as she stares at the two of you. turning your head away, your new friend grabs your hands and softly tugs at them, urging you to follow him to class. your mother notices your hesitation before she nods warmly at you, a soft 'i love you' and 'i'll pick you up later' falls from her lips.

that day was the beginning of the end. it was the day your life began to intertwine with lee heeseung, for better or worse.

throughout the following years, you had only grown closer. your parents had proclaimed the two of you as soulmates, two people constantly orbiting one another. promises of being in each other's lives lingered throughout your teen years. they continued intertwining themselves, even when you began to realize you felt more than friendship for lee heeseung. you fell in love before you even knew what that word meant.

the first year of high school was lonely. not for lee heeseung, never for him, but you had never felt so out of place standing next to him. throughout the day, other 14-year-old girls would follow him around, shooting you a confused glare as you stuck by him. heeseung paid them no mind, carefully watching over you the entire day. you had eventually excused yourself, deciding to settle in the dance studio.

you take a slow, deliberate breath before closing your eyes. you're soon awakened by a quiet voice and the sound of feet shuffling around the room. you look around, confused, before you spot a very concentrated individual. you stare at him silently as he turns on a slow ballad, arms being stretched before he begins to freely move. your eyes seem to become captivated, finding it impossible to look away. his eyes fiercely staring at the mirror as he tries to correct his mistakes.

your phone suddenly rings, breaking the silence in the room. the only noise previously was his deep breaths and the soft music playing in the background. your eyes snap towards him, silently mouthing an apology before checking your phone. one missed call: heeseung 🤍

you sigh softly as you text him, confirming you would meet him during lunch. your attention turns back to the dancer, startled as you see him still staring at you. he tilts his head before nodding, walking up to you as he introduces himself.

"hey, my name is park sunghoon." he introduces himself, humming as you state your own. you two speak for a while before the bell rings, indicating that the lunch period has started.

you slowly get up, handing him your phone to punch in his number before excusing yourself. though the crowded halls provided a difficult challenge to get through, your eyes somehow quickly fell onto heeseung's. he smiled warmly at you before he put his hand out, urging you to come over quickly. as you reach him, his smile only grows, arms wrapping around you as he asks you where you had been. you find your cheeks slightly flushing as you answer, telling him you had made a new friend. as he led you through the cafeteria, your mind couldn't help but notice his fingers slipping into yours.

your stomach flipped as you let out a shuttered breath. quickly inhaling before staring at the back of his head. your body warming as you began to feel the proper weight of his palm in yours. thoughts racing as you tried to put a name to the new feeling.

you only began to understand what you felt after months of flushed cheeks, hand-holding, shared secrets, and memories being made with him. you only began to understand when lee heeseung was first confessed to.

someone who wasn't you had confessed to heeseung. she confessed to him, and you felt a pit in your stomach. you felt it when he accepted it, and it only got worse after you saw the two of them holding hands. after a week of hand-holding and soft giggles on both parts, you turned to the only person you could trust aside from heeseung. your mother.

you remember the day marking a week of heeseung being taken. you walked over to your mother in tears, falling into her arms as she rubbed your back. you let out a shaky breath before explaining everything; you explained the weird feelings you had on the first day of freshman year and how they only got worse every passing day. you explained the unshakable sadness when you heard heeseung raving about his first girlfriend. you explained that your chest felt heavy every time you saw them together.

your mother gently touches your cheeks, using her thumbs to wipe away your tears. you close your eyes momentarily as you're reminded of your first day of kindergarten. you let out a soft sigh as the tears slowly stopped falling. your eyes flutter open as you stare at your mother, her soft smile bringing you instant feelings of safety. you stare at her before she begins to speak.

"sweetheart... i want to explain what being in love is like." your mother gently whispers, as if she's afraid you'd break at any moment. of course, you knew what love is; you knew what having feelings for someone meant. you had multiple crushes throughout middle school, but none felt like this. confused, you tell her to continue, your voice shaking slightly.

she explains how she felt around your father, your nose crinkling as you heard too many cheesy details. but then she begins to explain how it started and how she felt when the feelings began to blossom. your eyes widened as you felt her words' familiarity resonating with you...

fuck. you have feelings for your best friend.

author's note — hellooo ^-^ i hope you enjoyed the teaser !!! this is my first time making a reader fic, but if yall enjoy the full fic ill definitely make more :D lmk your thoughts so far !

[northsoulss]

dating you II - leah williamson

(a/n : will do one for less soon! <3)

late night walks in the park, hand in hand. pushing each other around like children, running away from her grabbing hands as she tries to tickle you. late night runs to the convenience store to get ice cream just because she was craving it at 2am.

i. shes awe struck when she sees you on television, still panting from the previous match. you spoke loudly into the microphone with pride in your voice that its okay to be who you are, despite people saying its biologically wrong. this response was fired back to the interviewer when you were asked about your relationship status with leah. she sees the determination in your eyes, the pure fire and willpower in your actions. she thinks she snagged the right one this time, a proud grin on her face as she lays on the couch, phone in hand, ready to text you how much she loves you.

ii. you think you love her when she lays in bed at night and stares up at the ceiling. she was wordless and yet so many thoughts filled the room. you smooth her furrowed brows with a brush of your thumbs, and her eyes flutter shut.

“what are you thinking about?” you whisper, and she turns to look at you, the dim light from the moon shining into your room from the open window. she looks like one of artemis’s hunters you think, eyes strong, facial features lit up by the moonlight. your ever so strong, leah.

“nothing you need to worry about.”

iii. she thinks you’re a breath of fresh air when you are waiting in your car for her after a bad match. you sit there in the driver’s seat, window rolled down. earphones plugged in, humming a faint melody of her favourite song that she had recommended to you a week ago. she opens the door with a small sigh, clearly disappointed with how the she played today which does not go unnoticed. the moment she sits down, your hand is on her bouncing knee, rubbing comforting circles onto her skin. you look at her, earphones dangling from your neck, a worried expression on your face that makes her break her composure. you sit there with her till the sun sets, listening and comforting her, reassuring her that her playing skills do not define her as a person.

iv. you love her, now you are certain after seeing her lead you to her favourite spot in the park. the act so intimate, her bringing you to the place she always goes to when things become too much.

“you know, i’ve always wanted to bring someone here. i was always afraid that this place would no longer be special, but i think showing you wouldn’t change anything. it can be our spot now.”

you think your heart strings couldn’t be tugged any further, and yet your heart falls out of your chest and into her hands for her to hold.

“its beautiful, leah.” you kiss the back of her hand, hoping that your small lingering touches will convey your love for her.

v. you know you can rely on her when she swats your hand away from trying to touch the pot that she was stirring.

“stop trying to take over! i told you i’m helping with the chores today, darling.” despite both of you just coming back from training, she insists its her turn to cook, ignoring your insistent protests.

“just let me help lee!”. she blocks the stove with her hip, pushing you away in process. giving you a knowing look, you melt, and give in. you sit at the dining table with a huff, and yet you could not hide the fond smile that crept onto your lips.

vi. she looks at you in admiration, standing at the sidelines as you screamed in victory as you scored a goal which helped your team win against the opponent. you looked magical, hair messy in a ponytail, lips curled up in an open mouthed smile yelling excitedly. you run around the pitch with your team mates, piggybacking one of them happily. your eyes scan the stadium and you quickly spot her in the crowd, blowing her a kiss and a wink. leah smiles widely, a hand coming up to rest on her chest, trying to coax her heart to slow down, feeling like a teenager who got invited to prom by her crush.

vii. you’ve never felt more proud of her, watching her step onto stage to present the sports personality of the year award. your heart swells with pride, seeing her sport a suit with a beaming smile. she looks absolutely radiant, and you are incredibly proud of the person she has become over the many years that you have been with her. you are more than happy to stay on the side to support her as she becomes more popular, to act as her plus one to events. as long as you are with her, nothing else matters.

viii. there are times were she feels more appreciative of you than usual, like when you lay out her training kit that she has to wear the following day on the bed, or leaving small texts to let her know throughout the day that you’re thinking of her.

“hey babes, i know you’re in training right now, but i just wanted to know before i fly off that i really love you, and i can’t wait to see you after my match is over. <3”

she only reads the text an hour later, looking at it with a sad smile, but typing back an equally sappy reply, already missing your constant presence.

“love you too babe. i miss you already. see you soon xoxo”

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[naffeclipse]

I'm sorry if this question has been asked in some form or another but... How would Eclipse, should he have ever moved away from the Arctic in search of a new home, react if he encountered a pair of orphaned Orca Siren Calves (Sun and Moon) being raised by a reclusive writer human Y/N? Like either their sibling got the Siren Transformation and the whole pod is just now... gone due to some unfortunate events... Or the Y/N just found the two orphans in the shallows near their very secluded home and the parents never came back?

Point is human Y/N is trying their best, but that means things aren't going all that great. Both kids can read and are cared for. Moon is a master of the door dash app when using the tablet kept on land near the water for them. But there's love... Lots of love.

How would he react to this?

Oh, I love this

You wanted to be left alone, unfortunately, the two... babies, didn't get the memo. They're so small. You have no idea what to do with the mythical creature children. Sirens. Sure, you've heard of them. So why aren't they taking care of their young? Why are they wailing at the edge of the icy land you've made your home on? It doesn't take long for you to take pity on the small things and feed them some chewed fish (but only this once).

Somehow, you end up with a small ice shelter where you've carved two breathing holes under the ice to let the seawater and the babies swim for a day, keeping a careful watch on them while jotting down a few ideas you've had for your writing (perhaps inspired by sirens). Then, at the night's end, you lovingly pick up both toddler-sized sirens, tucking one into each arm to carry them to your home where your bathtub has become a makeshift crib of seawater and half-chewed rubber duckies.

You believe they're twins despite their different appearances, one touched with cream-colored orca markings and soft yellow frills framing his face. The other brother is black and white and has a slippery dark blue tendril behind his head, trailing into a luminous bulb. They have mismatched eyes but share one blue iris.

So much for only feeding them once. The tiny fish got you wrapped around their little claws.

They growl and chuff and softly whine whenever you're not within sight, and each of them demands time alone to snuggle against your chest before you set down your bedding on the bathroom floor and urge them to sleep through the night. You're right here if they need you. Somehow, one or both end up on you, dripping wet, and you can only groan and softly hold the babies through the night despite their constant wiggles and slick, sheeny bodies.

This goes on for a few years before you start to worry that your bathtub is too cramped for the children. Sun and Moon (oh gosh, you gave them names; now you're really attached) are so smart and excel at reading and writing, making use of markers and whiteboards, and remembering to let their hands dry before grabbing the paper from the floor of the ice shelter to draw doodles of the icy waves.

There were learning curves, such as when you had to scold Moon for biting you so hard his sharp teeth drew blood, but he cried, so you stopped being angry and showed him how to help you bandage your hand. See? All better. But no biting. Another time was Sun growing impatient with your slow pace as you gathered your writing materials before joining them in the ice shelter, and he grabbed your leg and halfway pulled you into the frigid water, shocking your system with the sheer cold before you scrambled out and had to retreat to your home to undress and get warm. Sun hid away from you, unwilling to come out despite your coaxing once night fell. You had to lay down a new rule: they cannot pull you into the water. You are not built like them. He clung to you and apologized, and you forgave him with a kiss on the forehead.

You wanted to be left alone with your children. (Yours. Your babies.) Unfortunately, they're not the only sirens around. You sense another presence just at dusk when you're preparing to take Sun out of the breathing hole (you can only carry one at a time now, and even then, it takes all your strength to lift with your legs—when did they get so big?) and pause with your hands under Sun's arms, his hands still opening and closing for you. Through the slight opening in the flap of the ice shelter, out into the shallows of the icy sea, you see two pairs of eyes, yellow and red, and piercing.

A siren.

You react with adrenaline and fear, fueled by the intention to protect your children no matter the cost, and pull Sun and Moon out of the breathing holes in a second. Placing them in the far corner, you shield them with your body. The strange siren pokes his head through the breathing hole not a moment later. Eyes wide, breathing harshly, you stare each other down, siren against human. His gaze slips past you, and he grins upon finding Sun's and Moon's big eyes peeking around you as they cling to your shoulders, confused and frightened. Their flukes flip anxiously.

The siren grinned at you, and for the better half of the night, you conversed with the siren about how you came upon your children. His intentions remain sinister and masked until he at last tells you how perfect he finds you and the boys. You stare, standoffish, but he assures you, he will be the father that they need, and the mate you deserve. You don't believe him. You don't trust him with your babies, but when he grabs your leg and rips you away from your children, much to their protests and small cries, you're caught under him and his caressing claws before you realize that his hunger is more.

It starts to make sense. Of course, Eclipse can teach them far more than you can about how to navigate their marine existant and how to properly hunt and not only take food from your hands. He teaches them how to sing, how to watch prey, how to use their strength and teeth to conquer. And you... you watch, realizing that you miss those bathtub days, but your boys are happy. They love Eclipse and Eclipse, well, when he's not tending to the children, he's spending time with you, laying his crossed arms on your lap to gaze up at you, insisting you accept a dead seal from him.

Maybe he has a bit of charm. And maybe you begrudgingly let you sing you to sleep when you're left fretting about Sun and Moon swimming late into the night on their own, but they're growing big. They don't fit in your arms anymore. You start to feel a little forgotten before you find all three sirens acting very suspiciously, your boys whispering before telling you that Dad—Eclipse wants to give you something. He softly presses a beautiful black pearl into your palm. You've never been much for anything that isn't practical, but it's beautiful, so you take it. Eclipse is pleased and so are the Sun and Moon. He steals a kiss from you. You don't mind.

You wanted to be left alone, but you find yourself in the siren's arms as you both watch a burning orange sunset and your sons playfully fighting in the small waves.

[sailormel666]

SERPENTINE

an arcane story

5.

“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this,” Nova muttered, voice thick with mock betrayal and actual sulking, muffled further by the chunk of charred meat she was chewing.

One hand held the skewer—still warm, still dripping grease—while the other hovered midair, fingers splayed like she was examining battle damage. Specifically: the cartoonishly bright bandage now wrapped around her finger, all pastel hearts and smiling faces. It looked like it belonged in a child's first-aid kit, not on the hand of a thieving smuggler with blood under her nails. Nova didn’t even want to know where Jinx had found the damn thing.

“You flinched. Again,” Jinx said, mouth half-full of steamed bun, tone swinging between defensive and smug. “I told you to hold still. And,” she added, quieter now, almost—almost—apologetic, “I did say sorry.”

Nova exhaled slowly, a huff of breath that was more exasperation than anger, letting her eyes drift back to the hulking machine gun on the workbench across the room. The thing looked like it could take down a small aircraft. Maybe a building. It glinted under the low light like it knew it was beautiful.

They were sitting cross-legged on the floor around a makeshift table, Jericho’s finest laid out like a street vendor’s version of a royal banquet. Oil-slicked paper wraps. Steam rising in curls. Everything over-seasoned, overcooked, and perfect.

“You better wipe out every single bastard I’ve ever side-eyed with that thing,” she said dryly. “I bled for it. Literally.”

Jinx snorted a laugh, already reaching for her next bun. “As if I need an excuse for that,” she grinned.

Then her eyes sparkled with that too-playful malice she wore like second skin. “Might start with those pretty boys you keep dragging around.”

Nova rolled her eyes, sharp and practiced. “They’re not—” she started, then gave up with a snort. What was the point?

Still, something in her stalled. Nova gave her a look—part exasperation, part affection. Jinx just kept eating, happily digging into the next steam bun, face smudged with sauce, looking for all the world like a quirky teenager who didn’t wire grenades into children’s toys for fun. For a second, Nova wondered if she meant it—about the men. She wouldn’t, right?

Then again, most of the guys Nova gravitated toward were either criminals, assholes, or both. Self-awareness was not a problem. Standards were.

She shoved the thought aside and sank her teeth into another skewer.

The food was good. That was enough. For now.

Once Jericho’s best was reduced to grease-stained wrappers and picked-clean skewers, silence settled over them—rare, but not unwelcome. The kind of quiet that came only after a full stomach and a long day burned clean through. Nova sat with her boots swinging off the edge of the old rotor blade, a slow yawn cracking through her jaw. The path back to her place wasn’t long, but right now it felt like crossing the Sump on foot with bricks for legs.

She lit a cigarette with tired fingers, took a drag deep enough to sting, like it might jolt her spine into motion. It didn’t. A breeze rolled through instead, soft and grimy, rattling old tin and coaxing a few bats into flight overhead.

“You’re lucky, you know,” she said, voice low and even, no bite behind it. Just truth. Her eyes swept across the hideout—this mess of rusted metal and spray paint and half-sanity that Jinx called home. “You get to hole up in here all the time. No tight leash, no clock to punch. Just a few wild errands and the rest of the day to yourself. Away from all the power-hungry pricks and politics.”

Jinx didn’t answer right away—just kept winding one of those long braids around her fingers, watching Nova with a look quieter than usual. Something softer, unreadable in that flickering neon light.

“Silco still got you running around like a wind-up toy, huh?” she said eventually, voice light but eyes sharp.

Nova gave a dry huff, one of those laughs that didn’t reach the throat. “Sure does.”

She took another drag from her cigarette, eyes drifting somewhere far beyond the hideout walls. “Don’t get me wrong. I like the work. Smuggling’s an art if you’re doing it right—the thrill, the sleight-of-hand, dancing through cracks they don’t even know they left open. That part’s still good.”

A pause. Smoke curled out of her nose in a slow exhale.

“But damn, sometimes I just wish there wasn’t always so much.”

She didn’t say it bitterly. Just tired. The kind of tired that seeps in, slow and constant, like water through cracked concrete.

She knew why Silco kept her on the grind. This city needed iron hands in the fire, always. Every move they made, Piltover loomed closer, more suspicious. The pressure didn’t let up—it only deepened. And Silco? He wanted her to learn how to carry that weight, how to breathe in the smoke and keep moving anyway. Because things were only gonna get worse before they got better.

Nova never doubted the cause. Not once.

With a mother who’d suffocated on fissure gas before she even hit her teens, and a stomach that had known more hunger than comfort, Nova had been born angry. Born knowing what it meant to be disposable. The hate she carried for the Topsiders wasn’t learned—it was inherited. Etched into her bones.

“Topside’s breathing down our neck again,” she muttered, almost to herself. “And now everyone’s either skittish or looking for a payday. Can’t trust half of ‘em to keep their hands steady.”

Jinx’s voice broke through the storm of thoughts. “I wish he’d let me do more.”

Nova blinked, turning her head. Jinx wasn’t looking at her—just staring off into some middle distance, brow furrowed, jaw tight. That glint of chaos dulled for a moment, replaced by something weightier. Quiet frustration. A girl with too many ideas and not enough outlets.

“I can handle it. You know I can.”

Jinx’s voice was quick, edged with something sharp—not anger, but a kind of ache. She leaned forward, snatching up a warped piece of scrap metal from the cluttered floor, turning it over in her hands like it might make sense of things. Then, softer:

“I don’t get why he’s always got me benched. Like I’m still a damn child.”

Nova let out a long breath through her nose, the kind that came with too much knowing. She looked over at her sister—not by blood, but by fire and fracture—and felt something tug behind her ribs.

“I don’t think it’s about strength, sis,” she said gently, voice low. “Silco knows what you’re capable of. We all do.”

Jinx didn’t answer. Just kept fiddling with the metal, eyes narrowed, expression unreadable under the humming neon glow that filtered through the vents.

Nova glanced off, her gaze catching on the hulking machine gun still resting on the workbench. Half-finished but already dangerous, like the girl who built it.

Truth was, Nova didn’t mind Jinx being tucked away down here most days. She didn’t say that part aloud—didn’t say how every time she left the hideout, she felt a little less anxious knowing Jinx wasn’t out in the crossfire. Down here, she was in her own chaos. Messy, loud, but still safer than the streets.

But then there was the other truth too—the one that twisted deeper. Jinx needed movement, needed the noise and madness of the city to keep from being swallowed whole by her own head. Sitting still was never good. Too many ghosts in the walls. Too much silence.

Nova reached over, flicked the edge of the scrap metal in Jinx’s hand. “You want in?” she asked, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “Next time I’ve got a big haul headed to the Hexgates, you tag along. Could use another set of eyes if the Firelights decide to show off again.”

Jinx looked up at that. Not grinning, not cracking a joke—just searching Nova’s face, quiet for a beat too long. Then her lips twitched into something almost-smile, something that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“You serious?”

“Yeah.” Nova nodded, slow and steady. Her voice carried that kind of calm certainty that made people listen. She wasn’t blind to the truth—Jinx was chaos bottled in a girl’s frame, volatile and wired like a bomb half a second from detonation. But Nova had always been quick to read the field, to move with instinct rather than force, calculation rather than noise. Her quiet sharpness cut clean through Jinx’s storm—maybe that’s why they worked.

“You watch my back,” she said, smoke curling off her words. “I’ll let you get in on the action.”

Jinx’s grin broke across her face in an instant—feral, thrilled, sharp as a broken bottle.

Then, without warning, Jinx lunged forward, wrapping Nova in a crushing, impulsive hug that came like a sucker punch to the lungs.

Nova let out a surprised breath, caught off-guard. She was twitchy with touch, always had been—years of dodging sharp elbows and grabby hands in tight alleys had taught her not to trust anything she didn’t see coming.

But this was Jinx.

Jinx, who never understood the concept of space, who treated boundaries like suggestions. The only person Nova let close without armor.

“You’re the best!” Jinx practically sang, burying her face into Nova’s shoulder, wild braid half-smacking her in the cheek.

Nova sighed through the edge of a grin, fingers reaching up to tap Jinx lightly on the head. A gesture somewhere between affection and exasperation. The bandaid on her finger—still all pastel pink and stupidly cheerful—stood out like a joke between them.

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, dry as Zaun smoke but with that quiet warmth tucked beneath it. “You better remember that.”

Then, something lit behind her eyes. “Speaking of remembering…” Nova peeled herself out of the hug, reaching for the bag she’d tossed aside earlier. “Brought something sweet. Found Witch Gum at the market.”

That caught Jinx’s attention like a firecracker. Nova unwrapped the lump of crinkled newspaper, revealing a few dusty sticks of the infamous candy. Eyes wide, Jinx leaned in with the reverence of a kid spotting treasure.

Witch Gum was the stuff of Undercity legend—half myth, half sugar bomb. Each stick was a gamble: sweet as sin or sour enough to pucker your soul. There was no guessing which you’d get until the flavor hit like a punch to the face.

The two of them each took one, side-eying each other like a ritual was about to go down.

“You ready?” Jinx asked, all faux-serious, like she was gearing up for battle.

“Hell yeah,” Nova answered, just as solemn.

They popped the gum into their mouths in sync, waiting, chewing. One beat. Two.

Then Jinx’s face contorted like she’d licked a live wire.

“Augh! Sour—again!” she groaned, sticking her tongue out in defeat.

Nova nearly doubled over with laughter, the sound echoing off rusted pipes and graffiti-stained walls.

“You got the sweet one, didn’t you?” Jinx accused, eyes narrowed, already scheming.

Nova shrugged like it couldn’t be helped. “Maybe.”

“Swap with me.”

“What? No. Gross.”

But Jinx was already spitting the gum into her palm and holding it out like some cursed offering, bottom lip sticking out in the most manipulative pout known to man.

Nova stared at her, deadpan. “Seriously?”

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately.” Nova rolled her eyes, muttering something about poor life choices as she spit hers out too, trading like it was a blood pact. She didn’t really mind the sour ones—they were her favorite, actually—but Jinx didn’t need to know that.

And anyway, that was the thing about Jinx.

Nova could never quite say no to her. For better or worse.

Because before the smuggling runs, before the chaos and cause and turf wars—there was this. Two sisters, in anything but blood, sitting cross-legged on rusted steel, trading gum like secrets.

Being a sister came first. Everything else followed.

[symphonicsoul]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ Somehow, he got through his lesson with his Highness but it was more difficult to do so than he cared to admit. The night before sleep would not come even when he tried to coax it along. Mother's teas were not working and reading hadn't either. Soft music did nothing and focusing his breathing only did so much. He felt like - he felt like he was coming down with something...again.

This was the last thing he wanted and he can hear his mother's voice in the back of his head urging him to do something about it. 'You shouldn't just work through things, Triini. You'll work yourself to the fade.' she'd said and he couldn't say she wasn't right.

He'd work himself to the fade and he couldn't very well do that when he had a child to look after.

He's rounding the corner of the hall to Liekki's office so he can ask about this persistent pain in his chest and this lingering headache that refuses to go away when he sees it.

Sees them.

Scratch that, two children.

There he sets, alone with the physician of green - sleeve rolled up and a needle about to be put in his arm. He's fourteen. They've told him this a thousand times. He has. His fellow binds have...and the prince of White's own binds have said the same too.

Where the devil is Revon?

How does this even happen?

"Make one more move Liekki and I'll make you regret it."

His voice drops as cold as ice as he stands in the doorway shaking both from anger and fatigue. His own chest pain would have to wait. This was much more pressing.

"Ah, Sinfonia. You look absolutely dreadful. I can help you in a moment when I'm done with His Highness."

"Liekki, I am warning you. One more move and you'll regret it. I am not above getting physical with you."

"Broken nose, black eye and a major concussion. Am I remembering correctly? Because you faired so well the last time things got physical."

A roll of violet eyes as the musician growling, orange mist filtered from his breath as the sound echoes behind his mask.

"Pilvi come to me, right now."

It's an order but the boy doesn't move. Moreover can't move with the other man's hand on his wrist. So option B it was then. He doesn't care if Liekki was bigger than him or not, the man of silent orange is still shoving himself in the room and between the doctor and the boy. He wrenches the prince's wrist free and begins to pull.

He doesn't know where Revon is. Safiirin is out, she's busy with Usva at sword practice and it's mid day so the boy was likely on break. So he's dragging him down the hall until he begins to slow. He releases the prince's wrist only to raise his free hand up to support himself against the wall. Soon he's leaning into it.

His chest really hurts this time. Dammit all it really hurts. He can only hold himself up with the walls support before he's sliding down it entirely.

"Opettaja Sinfonia?" The cloud chimes in worry. "Are you okay? You look really pale."

"I'm fine, Pilvi. Go to Sielu and don't leave until Revon can find you."

"But you look awful. Are you sure you're alright?"

"I said, I'll be fine. I just need a minute and I'll be okay. Go to Sielu and -"

His eyes go wide for a moment as the world spins. His stomach sloshing as his hand raises to cover his heart.

This isn't good. He feels awful.

"You look like Opettaja Valo on a bad day."

"Go to Sie - "

The elder crashes into the ground without warning. Body slumping over to splay out on the ground in unconsciousness.

"Opettaja?" The boy chimes, hands moving to his shoulder to shake him. "Opettaja Sinfonia?" He's shaking him harder this time as more terror creeps into his voice.

"Opettaja?!" No reply. "Opettaja wake up!"

He's shaking him harder than he was before as he screams.

"HELP! Somebody! ANYBODY!!! REVON!!! SIELU!!! HELP!!! HELP, I NEED YOU!!!"

||| @aquaticsoul your puffball is in need of some assistance ...

[hermidetta]

The night had worn on, and the wracking sobs of grief had lessened, the dull roar now the soft chatter of those consoling their loved ones, or being consoled, or being inconsolable. There seemed equal amounts of all wherever he looked, and all people seemed to be some of each in them at once.

He tried not to think of where he lie as he moved about the crowds, assessing not only fortifications, but damage.

It was the heavy breathing which caught his attention, a strange rhythm all its own, and frantic above the lull in spite of itself, the gentle rasping wheeze of someone who hadn't the control over themselves, hadn't the security of mind or the stoutness of heart to be thrust in the middle of such a situation and found themselves there regardless.

His eyes sought out the source of the sound, knelt before the waif of a girl curled into herself.

"Hey." His tone wasn't aggressive, but it was sharp, not the gentle coaxing that perhaps might have signified a finer touch. But neither was it unkind, more the practiced hand of someone who had guided his share of these episodes to pass. "You have to slow your breathing, you're going to send yourself into an episode. Vision okay? Hearing?"

Canting a head, he tapped at her knee, delicate. "I know it's hard, but if you stretch your legs out, it'll help. There's enough space," he added, gesturing, "and if there isn't, we can move you to somewhere there is."

Poor thing couldn't help everything that was going on around her. Couldn't have possibly asked for this.

"I've heard," he said, after a beat, and this time his tone was softer, was gentler, was only for her ears, "that if you count things you can see, hear, that it'll help."

Another beat. "You're safe here."

For all that was worth.

what else was military school supposed to prepare them for? why was she acting like this? why isn't she relieved, why isn't she grateful to be alive? (she has always had so much to be grateful for. she is the only child of a noble. she bears a crest which will help her bear children because nobody would want her otherwise, shouldn't she be grateful?)

stop breathing like that, then. another thing to be grateful for: she is breathing while others are not. but is she truly? when every inhale feels as if she is under the sea, one rasp after other, not enough air, chest heaving and hiccuping and barely containing the thunderous staccato of her beating heart. (be grateful it beats at all.)

usually bernadetta is far better about this—a familiar song and dance. but the thing about 'this' is that she does not get any say in when it happens. she does not get to command her pulse to simmer down just as she cannot will the sun to rise in the west.

usually bernadetta has mr. bearkley as well. yet he is as good as gone, for good this time. she won't ever get to cling to his fluff again, not the soothing fabric that dries her tears, not the warmth of his presence, not the ears he always lends to her silly whispers and sillier shrills, not the clever knife-edge of a boyish smile and not lilacs that pinch shut in the most patient amalgamation of exasperation and amusement and—

the call is both firm and grounding enough to snap both of bernadetta's eyes wide open. she is back in the present, the still-awful present that is caving into them, cold hands clawing and clutching at her pounding chest. stupid bernie, she scolds herself, you aren't allowed to make noise, but try as she may she cannot muffle her heart.

"i'm sorr—" she cannot even manage the breath for that. "wo-won't do it agai—"

but the man does not hit her. he's not yelling, but saying something. what he's saying doesn't sound angry, either. he gives her the closest thing to permission; unsure if she should take it, she freezes. for what it is worth, the hyperventilation stutters and trips up with it.

one leg at a time, bernadetta twitches. brows pinched, she balks at the space he notes in front of her. is she allowed? another beat passes unstruck, so she proceeds with trepidation until both legs have their room. then she mumbles something that might be a number. the breaths sound less shallow. they sound—so she tries to nod, that yes, she can hear.

"four, five..." bleary gray eyes blink up at the man. she has yet to realize that her heart rate has slowed considerably. "...six? um, are— are you... real?"

maybe he is, or maybe he isn't. but either way she is still real. she is here. maybe the tragedy upon them is, too, but so is she. (and sometimes that is all one can ask. there are plenty of things bernadetta must be grateful for, she must never forget, but right now the one at the forefront of her mind is this stranger.)

taking in an easier breath, her trembling thumb and forefinger catch the hem of his clothing as if to say thank you. (seven.)

[starry-slithers]

(special shout out to @venomekans who inspired me to write this!!!)

as always, Riz and the gremlins belong to @rene-hl-trashcan

Summary: During Christmas in the Mors house after hogwarts with their 7 year old daughter Alise and 5 year old twin boys William and Lukas, Cariad and Riz try to surprise their kids by having their father dress up as Santa. But it takes an unfortunate twist after a story Uncle Sylvan told William.

“Allie, come on, off to bed- or else the man in red won’t arrive.” Ushered Cariad, as Alise lingered by the fire, glancing at the cookies she and her brothers had made earlier that day. 

“Mama?”

“Yes, my love?” 

“Will Santa really come?”

“Of course he will, my darling. You’ve been very well behaved this year.” She coaxed Alise into her arms, bouncing her on her hip. Riz had already taken the 5 year olds to bed. The little dark haired girl wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck. 

The door to the twins room was slightly ajar, and they saw the two boys piled on top of their dad, fast asleep in their Christmas pyjamas. Riz was tenderly stroking their hair, before hauling them over his shoulder and placing them in bed, tucking them in nice and snug. He glanced at his wife and oldest daughter, in the process of stooping down to kill William and Lukas’ forehead. After giving the children a soft smile, he walks to his girls, kissing them too.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” He whispered to his daughter.

“Merry Christmas Daddy!”

Both Cariad and Riz went to tuck in Alise, laying her down gently and brushing hair out of her face. 

“Sleep well, Allie.” Whispered Cariad, covering the girl in her blanket and working her favourite doll into her arms. The blonde told the little girl stories and sung lullaby’s, stroking her hair until her eyes drooped and she could turn off her bedside lamp. 

She crept downstairs , still silent so she didn’t wake Ileva, who was staying with them for the holidays. She sighed as she reached the living room, fire still crackling. A decoration had fallen from the tree so she walked over, stooping down to hang it up again. As she did, she felt arms wrap around her waist.

“Riz-.”

“Nuh huh. That’s Santa to you, Mrs Mors.” He whispered, nuzzling his nose into her hair.

She turned around in his arms and saw him decked out in the traditional Santa Claus outfit- topped with red hat all the way down to the leather boots. She slid her hands up his chest, eventually winding them around his neck, fingers playing with the hairs at the nape.

“Red suits you, darling.” She looked up at him with slightly hooded eyes.

“Yeah? I figured I’d surprise the kids.” He nuzzled her neck, leaving afew kisses there. Cariad fumbled to adjust the gramophone, so it quietly played music.

Slowly, their rhythmic swaying turned into a slow waltz. She leaned up to kiss him gently, his gloved hands on her cheek,  when she heard it. 

“Crucio!” Said the voice of William, who was only five, pointing his wand at his father. Alise and Lukas stood behind him, berating him for casting the torture spell on THE Santa Claus. 

Cariad looked worried. She could tell that, despite Riz’s inability to feel pain, his body was about to shut down on itself. 

“Alise, Lukas, off to bed you two.” She said softly, not wanting to snap despite how worried and frightened she was that her five year old son had been able to cast an unforgivable. She noticed William about to follow his siblings.

“Will. No. Stay here.” 

He glanced up at her with his big red eyes. Same as his father’s. Once the others were out of earshot, she helped Riz to lay down, caressing his cheek. 

“Are you ok darling?” She knew he wasn’t ok, she wasn’t stupid, he was minutes from shutting down. 

He removed his dumb Santa beared and beckoned Will closer. The boys eyes widened when he saw that it was his dad under the Santa costume. His hand trembled. 

“I’m going to have a word with your godfather about this.” She muttered under her breath to Will, knowing Sylvan had been the one to teach him, almost certainly. 

“Now, care to explain why you cast an unforgivable?”

“I-“ his bottom lip trembled as tears welled him his eyes. “I thought he wasn’t ok- was going to hurt you…” 

Cariad raised an eyebrow.

“Hurt me?” 

“U-uncle Sylvan said Santa is a creep who stalks children…I-i thought daddy was Santa and that the creepy old man was going to try and kiss you and make you uncomfortable…” Tears rolled freely down his cheeks. Riz carefully helped Will to lay on his chest. Cariad had her eyebrows creased. He’d wanted to protect her…

“Will…” Started Riz carefully. “I’m so, so proud that you wanted to save your mother…I really am…but you can’t just do that.” 

“I-I’m sorry-.” 

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. Just don’t do it again, alright? You will need a small punishment- but after Christmas, alright?”

Will nodded solemnly, cuddling into his dad.

“Am I on t-the naughty list now?…”

Cariads heart melted. 

“No, sweetie, you’ve just proved you were a good kid. Your methods were…unorthodox and wrong…but your heart was in the right place- that’s the only thing that matters.” 

She kissed his forehead. 

“Hey, kiddo, if you ever do want to practice that spell, you have to ask me first ok? Uncle Sylvan is the only one allowed to do ‘Curse first, questions later’, ok?” 

Cariad nudged him before taking Will back up to bed, the blonde boy wrapped around her like a koala.

He was tucked in, all tears forgotten, as Cariad went back to her husband and just….pampered him. She knew the effects of Crucio on him- so she could tell he was being a little dramatic for extra care and attention. But she was more than happy to give it to him. 

Oh, and when they were awoken on the couch by lleva and the trio of excited kids at the ass crack of dawn? Santa had been, and there were presents under the tree…

[aajjks]

GHL!JK

you kiss jungkook’s sensitive tip, proud that you managed to make him fall apart with just your mouth. he tiredly pats your head, repeatedly saying ‘i love you’ repeatedly, and you can’t help but lean into his tender touch. “i love you too, jungkook” you say softly and lean close to peck his lips. “i love you so much” jungkook smiles into the kiss as he pulls you closer to hold you. he reluctantly leaves your side to put on his pajama pants but doesn’t bother to wear a shirt. he climbs back into bed, pulls you close into his warm embrace, and softly pecks your cheek. your heart softens as you allow jungkook to hold you tight before you succumb to the sleep creeping on you. even in your dreams, you think about jungkook. his eyes, lips, face, and cute nose—you dream of it all. a beautiful wedding, a house full of children, and a big, diamond ring. ‘please’ you beg.

‘please let it come true.’

•••

“alina?” eunwoo takes slow steps toward the angry woman in front of him, but he doesn’t care. “don’t be mad” he says before grabbing her waist and pulling her close. “but i’m so close to snapping at you” he looks at alina with a crazed look in his eye that sends shivers down her spine. she pushes against him, but he grip tightens. “why can’t you believe me? why can’t you just love me? i’ll do anything-everything for you. i’ll fucking DIE for you just—,” eunwoo’s eyes soften as his lips ghost over hers. “give me a chance? please? please, baby. i’ll be whatever you need me to be, just say the word. tell me what you want and i’ll do it”

eunwoo doesn’t understand. is he asking for too much? is it too little? he knows you’re worried about your best friend, but why can’t you take his word? he’s trying his hardest to restore her faith in him, but it’s hard when he’s met with a wall at every opportunity. he just wants a chance—just one.

~🫧

You’re his, HIS.

Jungkook repeatedly kisses your neck, your cheek, anything he can get his mouth on as you both lay down in his bed, his dick is still semi hard From the earth shattering blowjob you gave him and being close to you has him on edge.

He has you exactly where you belong.

In his arms, wrapped up tightly against his chest, his arms bulge as he wraps them around your waist, his other hand plays with your tender breast softly.

“Yknow yn? I love you— it’s so fucking fast, too fast but you’ve got my fucking heart beating for you baby.” He whispers, nipping at your earlobe, his words are intense and vulnerable.

Strangely vulnerable.

“You’re mine now. Everything about you- your body, your breaths, your heart, all mine- especially your thoughts, your mind, your fucking time.” He licks at the bone of your ear.

“Mhmm yeah?” He asks you for confirmation, he’s not really asking but coaxing it out of you.

He’s got you.

You just have to admit your complete surrender to him.

It’s for your and every one close to your heart’s good.

“Answer? Yn.”

•••

Alina stares at the guy infront of him.

And for the first time she lets her heart flutter, as she looks into his eyes, she feels the intensity, he’s being genuine about this.

His words ring in her ears- for a moment she closes her eyes and inhales, his expensive scent intoxicates her senses.

He’s begging, begging.

Alina lets out a breath as her thoughts run wild.

And then her eyes snap open and she glares at him with teary eyes.

“Y-You manipulator.” She jabs her finger at his chest.

He’s lying, she realizes.

“Eunwoo. You’re a selfish manipulative toxic bastard who’s a puppet of his best friend.” Her words are cruel, harsh and to the point.

“I told you what I wanted but you didn’t do it.” Her face hardens.

“You chose your best friend over me. I’ll choose mine too over you.” She sneers, her hatred igniting. “You chose jungkook over me- over us.”

She manipulates him again.

“I hope you die.” She smiles at him suddenly. Not bothering to push him away because he doesn’t budge, just like his loyalty to jungkook.

Jeon jungkook.

God knows what he’s doing to you right now, alina is helpless…

“Come on snap at me. That’s all you will do really. That’s your last resort. But I won’t fucking give in. Not ever.”

Not until you break, eunwoo.

“I’ll be stuck with you in this room forever but guess what? Youll actually be the one stuck in this hell of my rejection.”

“All because of jungkook. It’s going to be super fun to see you die infront of my fucking eyes, you heartless bastard. You left my best friend with that psychotic asshole.”

“You’ll pay.”

[perduxamour]

There's a moment, between jumping and falling, where Julie feels nothing at all. Weightless and wingless. It's as terrifying as it is exhilarating, in a small way that seems almost safe. And then gravity hooks its tendrils around her ankles, guiding her down, and the roof is much closer than she'd imagined—

She reaches for Verso, unsure how she got here. Blink and she'd miss it. The impact of the landing carreens through her body, but she's much too disoriented to care.

And then there's Verso's hand. Steadying. Grounding. She holds on to him for balance. It takes her another second to right herself as she takes in short breaths, having left the rest of the air, it seems, up on the adjacent roof. Such a stupid, small dare that somehow has made her feel as though she's soaring.

Without her permission, her hands have latched onto the only thing near. She's clutching perhaps a little too tightly onto the fabric of Verso's shirt. That's... Her eyes drop to her grip before swiftly letting go. When she looks back up at him, he's close. His eyes flicker this way and that, roaming over her until they land on her own. Looking for something. Julie's breathing slows and subsequently pauses. His hand, brushing back her hair, startles her. It's not meant to. Surely it's not meant to.

"I'm fine," she murmurs, catching herself. The easy smile that had been impossible to shift is summoned once more as he laughs. "Never been better actually. Easiest thing in the world. I should jump first next time."

She hopes there's a next time. God, something about following in his wake at this hour is infectious. The spirit of it all feels illicit, like thieves stealing away under cover of dark. Children playing pretend.

She doesn't notice her hand still caught within his. Doesn't notice even as he leads her forward, Julie trusting completely. Only in the absence of him does it finally sink in. And by that time, Verso has slipped away.

Where he's guiding her, she's uncertain. Her eyes blink rapidly to cast away the gloom that surrounds them once she follows him through the broken fixtures of the house. It's quiet in here. Forgotten. A spark of longing ignites in her for the knowledge of who might have once called this place home. Not many buildings are left abandoned in Lumiere.

It's rather obvious who has claimed this place now, however. Julie watches as Verso coaxes a kitten from its shelter, stunned into silence. Of all the things she had expected to be led to, Verso's personal stash of fostered kittens was quite low down on the list.

"Verso, what the...?" she starts. He's been caring for them here, bringing them food in secret. The image of him sneaking away at night to bring them sustenance makes her want to both laugh and cry.

There's nothing else for it, as she kneels down beside him to cordially introduce herself. The sweet little things are hesitant. Julie can hardly blame them. How long have they been alone up here? One, the smaller of the motley crew, takes a few tottering steps towards her. A quiet stop to lick a paw, before it continues to approach, assessing this new invader in their territory. This human hasn't brought food. In a peace offering, Julie outstretches her hand. Let it make the choice. She gives a satisfied little hum when she receives a tiny lick, and a sign of approval.

She watches the tiny creatures, a minute or two passing in comfortable, thoughtful silence broken only by the smallest of meows and—have mercy on her heart—jubilant purrs.

"They need names, obviously," she starts, offering Verso a smile that grows brighter as she meets his gaze with her own. The pale blue of his eyes is warmed by the lantern light. For that moment, she lets herself take in the sight of him; the place where his hair brushes his neck, the line of his shoulders, the light shadow under his jaw...

Enough. More important things need their attention.

A kitten now clambering over Verso's knee is owed a name first. Julie reaches out to them, her fingers curled inwards to invite the little one to greet her in its inquisitiveness. "This one should be Baguette. The boldest. Stronger on the outside with the fluffy centre."

"The next one—" Fully embracing the ridiculousness of the naming convention, she gestures to one now lying close to the ground, threatening a most ferocious pounce, "—is Croissant. A little chaotic, but with many layers."

"And this tiny one..." Looking down at the smallest, the most shy. "She should be Choux. Delicate and sweet, tougher than she may first appear." Julie glances at Verso. He'd better not be laughing at her. She raises an eyebrow preemptively, daring him to playfully. "Hey, don't doubt me—I just have a feeling that this one's a girl. We understand each other, isn't that right?" Well, she's accepting a few scratches under the chin, so Julie must be correct.

"I'll let you name the fourth," she teases, "It's only fair as their adoptive father." Let him ponder over that whilst she ensures these kittens are kept safe and sound. Untying the knot of her shawl, she slips it from around her shoulders and spreads it with a flick of the wrist. Once re-folded, she shuffles herself slightly to lay it next to the basket. Two kittens eagerly begin to paw at the fabric.

"You should bring Alicia here," she says softly, captivated, "I think she'd love them." If he hasn't bought her here already. In truth, she hopes he has.

But a part of her wonders at the quiet between them. The reason he trusted her with this innocent little secret.

On this single page in time, just for now, she'd keep it between only them.

was he showing off? absolutely. verso did, very much, want to impress her. though — he's not really sure how that's going, considering how slippery these rooftops are.

❝ it isn't that far, ❞ he calls across to her, grin crooked and boyish. heart thudding against ribcage from the thrill of what they definitely shouldn't be doing. but the wind rushes julie's hair around her rosy cheeks and she grins back at him like she's never been afraid of anything. and verso suddenly doesn’t very much care about getting in trouble.

he beams cheerfully at her; ❝ that would make for a terrible end to our adventure, i think. ❞ verso sidesteps to the edge of the rooftop again, testing its stability, and anchoring his other heel behind him. he holds his hand out across the gap, chin tipped up at her in a challenge he barely finishes making; ❝ come on, you can — ❞

— and she does. certainly not about to wait for him to tease her.

as she lands against the slippery tiles, verso catches her hand. the other steadying her under the forearm, and allowing the momentum to carry them both the rest of the way in a stumble. a shared, slightly nervous laugh — and then he stabilizes them, helping her gently over onto the safety of the flatter section of roof.

❝ see? easy. ❞ verso laughs again, breathless, heart beating fast. he’ll blame the chill for the warmth rising in his cheeks. ❝ — are you alright? ❞ he asks, looking her over to make sure. unthinking, he brushes aside a strand of her hair with his knuckles — tousled out of place from her leap. the moonlight haloes her in a way that makes him fumble whatever else he was going to say in that moment. his other hand still clasps hers, their palms comfortably warm against each other. loose enough that she can pull away if she wants to. ❝ just a little further, ❞ verso promises her, and gives her hand a gentle tug.

their silhouettes move past the hanging gardens, and then carefully down the slanted tiles of another mansard rooftop. he halts them, finally, by an open skylight. at which point, verso gives julie one more lingering glance to appeal to her patience.

in his defense — it isn’t a far drop; shoes thudding one at a time, carefully, on the creaky floorboards. he gives a cursory squint around, before offering her his hand up to her again. technically — it's just an old attic, in an unused building full of forgotten things. piles of books and covered furniture collecting a heavy film of dust. the cool night air whistles in the walls, but for the most part, it’s sheltered from the elements. a slightly dimming lantern illuminates the room in warm orange from the corner.

the roof is barely high enough to support verso standing without bumping any limbs on the rafters, so he settles into a crouch, gesturing julie after him. then he nods toward the other end of the room. an otherwise unremarkably dusty corner, and in a toppled wicker basket; four little balls of fur — of varying patterns of orange and white — poke their heads up out of the blankets at the commotion.

ears perk, and wide, round eyes regard the intruders. one gives a very tiny, very unmenacing little hiss. the first kitten — obviously the bravest — wanders out a short distance toward verso’s outstretched hand, stubby tail pointed up and fur slightly on end. nosing at his fingers, before promptly bumping its head into his hand. clearly recognizing one of the trespassers as the one that’s been feeding it. after a moment, and more timidly, the second, third, and fourth kittens creep out from behind its sibling. verso looks sidelong at julie, mildly apologetic, to gauge her reaction.

❝ ... i heard them, one night. so… i've been bringing them food. ❞

[notkageyamasprincess]

what’s so wrong about us? | kageyama tobio x reader

characters: nii-chan!kageyama tobio x reader

genre/warnings: smut, incest, degradation, blackmail, dubcon, slight exhibitionist kink, unprotected sex

words: 2.0k

summary: you and tobio-nii don’t have a typical brother-sister relationship. how far can you go without getting yourselves caught?

notes: please please read the warnings.

“Haah…mhn…w-wait, we can’t! Mom and Dad are coming home tonight, we have to get ready.”

Your hands clutched at the sheets so hard that your knuckles were turning white. Kageyama pulled your lower half closer to him so that your ass hung over the edge of the bed, and kneeled between your legs, fucking you furiously with his fingers and tongue. You felt his hot breath fan over you as he removed his mouth.

“That’s exactly why we have to do it now. Let me taste you and get my fill.”

You cried out when he dragged a long digit against your sensitive spot and sucked your bud harshly, making you tighten around him and spray your release.

“Ah, not so rough! I’m still…ah, so-sore.”

Your older brother wiped his face with a towel and responded by spreading your quivering thighs even wider, drinking in the view of your glistening cunt.

“Well, looks like down here is really enjoying it. This slutty pussy wants more, doesn’t it?” He plunged his fingers back inside, fucking into you, filling the room with your wet noises. “Hear that? God, your cute pussy’s just dripping all over my hand. But you’d rather me stuff it full with something else, don’t you?”

You could only moan his name, too far gone to string together a coherent sentence. He was already edging you closer and closer to another orgasm. “Mmhn…yes…a-ah… Tobio.”

He frowned, stopped completely and took out his fingers, licking them clean of your juices. “Wrong name. Did you forget what to call me?”

“Sorry, Nii-chan…”

“Good.” He resumed his ministrations, slowly rubbing the inside of your walls. “Now, how do we ask for what we want?”

“Please…Nii-chan.”

Kageyama shook his head. “You can do better. What happened to the good little whore from yesterday, huh? Begging so sweetly to cum from her Nii-chan’s cock?”

You whined in desperation. “Tobio-nii, please! Please stretch out my hole with your fat cock. Want Nii-chan to fill me up with his cum.”

He grinned and nodded approvingly. “Good girl,” he cooed, unzipping his jeans. “Time for my pretty cumslut to get her reward.”

You heard the jingling of keys and the front door unlocking.

Your eyed widened and your brother cursed. “Shit, they weren’t supposed to come back this early.”

Your mother called out first. “Kids! We’re home and we brought takeout! Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”

“____, Daddy got you a souvenir on his business trip, come see what I have for you.”

“Really? Thanks Daddy! I’ll be down in a second, Tobio-nii’s uh…helping me with something.”

You rushed to put your skirt back on and made your bed while Tobio put on a large hoodie to hide his erection.

+++++

You took a sip of water, trying not to think about what you and your brother were just doing as you chatted over dinner. The conversation moved onto work-related matters, so you sat and ate quietly while your parents exchanged stories.

Kageyama leaned over to reach a dish on your side of the table. “____, give me a handjob,” he murmured in a low voice.

You quickly checked if your parents heard before whipping your head towards him. “No way in hell. It’s too risky,” you hissed.

“I didn’t get to cum and I’m hard again. It’s because of you, so take responsibility.”

“You’re not serious.”

“If you won’t do it, then I’m going to tell Mom and Dad everything we’ve been doing for the last few months,” he threatened.

You started getting nervous. “Nii-chan… you wouldn’t…”

Seeing your frightened expression, he started coaxing you more gently. “Come on, please? Help out your poor Nii-chan…he’s in so much pain. Be a good little sister for me, alright?”

You snuck a glance at your parents once more just to make sure they were still engrossed in their discussion before slipping a hand down his pants. Thankfully, the tablecloth is able to cover his lap. You felt his dick twitch in your palm as you gave him slow strokes.

“Tobio-nii, this is enough right? Let’s stop here.”

“Stop moving and I’ll lift up my hoodie and show them exactly what’s going on. You wouldn’t want to make Mom cry, do you?”

At that moment, the person in question piped up. “And what are you two whispering about?” She raised an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

Tobio flashed her a sheepish smile. “Actually, we were trying to figure out what to get you for your birthday. It’s coming up soon, isn’t it? You weren’t supposed to know, though.”

“Oh, how sweet! Well don’t let me ruin your surprise,” she replied, covering her ears. “I know nothing.”

She leaned her head on your father’s shoulder as he too, smiled at you both warmly. “We did a good job with our children, didn’t we?”

“Sure did, honey.”

If only they knew.

You felt so guilty.

The irony is, you would never want to do anything to jeopardise the happiness of your family.

You tried your best to act normal as your brother somehow managed to speak casually with your parents. You felt his length straining against his boxers—he was getting close.

You heard the clatter of a utensil on the floor. “Sorry ____, I dropped my spoon, would you mind picking it up for me?”

You crouched under the table and immediately felt him nudge your head towards his crotch. He forced the head of his shaft between your lips, muffling your startled exclamations. He gave a few shallow thrusts before finishing in your mouth, and you swallowed out of habit. Tobio peered down at you discreetly, smiling in satisfaction. “Good girl,” he mouthed, patting your head.

As you shakily rose from the ground, your mother gasped sharply.

You froze. Were you caught?

“____ ____! Is that a hickey on your neck? Did you invite a boy over while we were gone? Young lady, what did I say about having boys over while we were out of the house?”

You slapped a hand to your neck in realization. Tobio left a mark on you the previous night and you had forgotten it was there. Despite still being in hot water, you were relieved that your mother didn’t seem to have an inkling of suspicion that it was your brother’s doing.

You began to make up an excuse, but Tobio cut in. “No, it’s my fault for letting her out of my sight. Don’t worry Mom, I’ll discipline her accordingly. She won’t have any more chances to fool around with boys if I have anything to say about it.”

“At least ____ has a responsible older brother like you, Tobio,” she sighed.

“It’s my job, after all. I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.”

As if he wasn’t the one who almost revealed your dirty secret.

Your father chuckles. “Now honey, we were all at that age at one point. ____’s a big girl, she can handle herself and she knows what not to do.”

Except you apparently didn’t know not to have sex with your brother.

“Sweetie, you’re looking a little flushed, are you alright?” He cast you a concerned look.

Tobio took the opportunity to leave the table. There were other things he wanted to do anyways.

“Yeah Dad, now that you mention it, she doesn’t look very well. I’ll help her into her room.”

He guided you up the stairs and you slapped him away once you were out of earshot.

“Are you crazy? How could you do that with Mom and Dad sitting right across from us? You’re the worst. I hate having such a sick older brother like you!”

He feigns hurt but doesn’t take it to heart. He ushered you into your room and closed the door behind him. “Aw, princess, are you mad? I know I went a little too far but you enjoyed it too didn’t you? Don’t you love your Nii-chan?”

Tears began to prick at the back of your eyes. “This and that are different! You have no idea how terrible I felt when Mom talked about doing such a good job with us. We’re freaks. This…this is wrong,” you sniffled.

He caressed your waist softly and soothingly massaged your sides, rubbing circles into your skin with the pads of his thumbs, kissing away the tears that flowed down your cheeks.

“What’s so wrong about us? What’s so wrong about the way I feel, or the way you feel? Love is love, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

He backed you up slowly until you reached your bed, and laid you down, all the while continuing to whisper words of comfort in your ear.

He sat down beside you. “You’re moving out for college soon and you can come live with me. I’ll have a stable job. We’ll be free.”

You hiccupped and nodded. Your mood began to brighten when you thought about your future together. You just wanted to be with him.

After a few minutes, you felt a hand snaking up your legs to toy at the hem of your panties. You squeaked in protest, but Tobio shushed you.

“You know, I was impressed with your behaviour today, you were being such a good girl for me, weren’t you? Why’d you have to ruin that? Your words made Nii-chan so sad.”

He shifted from his position to trap you between his knees. You made an attempt to shove him off, but he took both your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head.

“You know that Nii-chan doesn’t like brats. Our parents are still here, but once they leave, you know that I’ll have to punish you, right?”

“Hold on, let me check something.” He dipped a finger into your folds and smirked. “Ah, I was right. You’re wet from playing with my cock earlier. You enjoyed that just as much as I did. My cute little sister loves me this much, huh? It makes me happy.”

Tobio pulled his pants down halfway, tugged your underwear to the side and started grinding his bulge against your core. Your breath hitched in your throat. You could hear the sound of the tv and your parents cleaning up.

“Tobio-nii…hn…. s-stop, Mom and Dad might hear us!”

“Not until you say ‘Nii-chan, I love you’.”

“You said you weren’t going to do anything!”

“When did I say that?” He groaned when he felt your pussy clench over his clothed dick. “Fuck, you’re getting my boxers all damp. You shameless whore, you’re actually getting turned on from this.”

You tried squirming from his touch but accidentally grazed your clit on his erection, causing you to let out a moan. A dark grin appeared on Kageyama’s face, and he stripped off his bottoms, rubbing you with his bare cock.

“Mnh…Nii-chan, I…ah! Love you!” You panted. “I-I said it, so let’s stop already!”

Your lips parted when you felt him ease his length into your entrance.

“I changed my mind. It feels way too good when your sopping cunt is squeezing me like this.”

Your juices dripped down his shaft as he rammed himself harder inside you, hitting all the right places. “You dirty fucking slut, you actually want to get caught, don’t you? You can’t wait to see their expressions as they watch their kids fucking, huh? You just want me to drag you downstairs and take you on the kitchen table, right in front of their eyes, don’t you?”

You couldn’t think rationally, it felt so good; you were already hurtling towards your climax. He captured your lips to prevent your noises from escaping.

When he let you go, you realized that his hand was no longer holding you down. You braced your hands on his firm shoulders and your hips moved to meet his thrusts. You spread your legs open to take him deeper and he cursed at the sensation. “Shit, say it again, say that you love me.”

“Mmn, fuck…love you. Nii-chan, I love you!”

He pounded into you even faster. “That’s right. What’s so wrong about us?” he repeated. “What’s so wrong about a darling sister loving her Nii-chan?”

a/n: ngl it was damn hard to look my parents in the eye after writing this.

[mosswillow]

Alone - Dark!Thor x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Adult content. Dark!, kidnapping, forced marriage, noncon/dubcon, oral (male receiving), violence, spit kink, Smut, Thor is mean af in this.

Summary: You’ve been hiding on earth for years after running away from an arranged marriage with Thor. What happens when fate brings him to your place of work?

A/N: This is part of the Synonyms series. You can read them as stand alones or all together. I encourage reading them in order if you want to read all of them but you do you. This is the idk fifth or sixth one I think.

Word count: 2k

All you’ve ever wanted in life is to be left alone. You ran from a life of luxury years ago, escaping from the expectations your parents and society had on you. The expectation to marry a stranger, to have his children, to spend your life in a gilded cage. You had to fight against a lifetime of brainwashing telling you that it was your place and your duty. You left in the dead of night shortly before you were to be sold off. You live on earth now, working at a bar and flirting with assholes for tips. You have your own tiny apartment and quiet life. You love it.

You hand a drink to a regular before turning to reach for another glass and pouring a beer. It’s been a busy night and it’s only just starting to slow down a little after 2am. Tomorrow is your day off and you can’t wait to catch up on sleep.

You almost don’t notice him walking in. If it weren't for his obnoxiously loud laugh you wouldn’t have looked over to the door. It’s Thor, your betrothed, the literal God you ran from. You stop working for a second before running to the back and hiding, having a mini panic attack. You didn’t think anyone was still looking for you. Sure, you knew Thor had left Asgard and now lives with the Avengers but you’ve never even come close to running into him. There’s no reason he should now be in your place of work.

“Are you ok Y/N.” Your manager says, cocking his head.

“I’m sorry boss, I’m just not feeling well.”

“Why don’t you go home, I’ll ask Amy to stay late.”

You thank him and get your coat, pulling on the hood and looking out at the room before walking quickly through the bar. You open the door and in your haste run straight into a wall of muscle. Thor grabs your shoulders and steadies you. You try to back away but his hands stay gripped to your shoulders, shaking them slightly.

“Y/N”

Fuck.

You look up into his angry eyes and give a smile.

“It’s… Thor right?”

Pain shoots through your shoulders as Thor tightens his grip.

“How did you find me?” You breathe.

“Twas luck. I walk in for a drink and there you are.”

You try to take a step back again and this time he lets you go.

“Ok, well it was good seeing you.” you say, preparing to kick ball change your way out of the state, or maybe planet.

Thor grabs hold of your wrist.

“You know I still have a claim on you.”

“You wouldn’t.”  

Thor holds you while he thinks. He reaches out to your face, cupping it in one large hand.

“It’s my right.”

You wrench your hand away and throw a punch, landing it on his jaw and sending him back several steps. He smiles and raises his hand, catching his hammer and fixing his eyes on you. You turn to run but don’t get far before he slams his hammer on the ground and you fall. Tears stream down your face as you try in vain to crawl away. He grabs you and turns you around, pinning you under him. Everything goes black as he punches you in the face.

---

The first thing you notice when waking is the metal cuff. You pull at it, crying out in rage when it doesn’t even bend. It must be made of something strong to hold you. You look around the large bedroom searching for anything that might help but find nothing. The door opens several minutes later, thor walking though it. You pull at the cuff as he slowly takes steps toward you.

“Don’t do this Thor, just let me go,” you beg.

“I’ve slept with many beautiful women,” Thor starts.

He reaches you, holding out his hand to feel the bruise on your cheek, the one he gave you.

“But none of them felt right, None of them were you.” He continues.

“No,” you cry.

“You belong to me Y/N, how dare you run away from that.”

“You’re one to talk. Where are we right now? Sure as hell not in Asgard.”

Thor’s eyes narrow as he leans in. “You know nothing of me.”

Thor gently strokes your face, moving his hand to cup your breast. He leans in to kiss you and you spit in his face, glaring at him with contempt. He backs away shocked before wiping the spit from his face.

“That’s not how this is going to go little lady, I’ll give back everything you throw at me.”

Thor grabs your jaw, pushing his thumb against the side and forcing it open. He spits into your mouth and you choke before swallowing.

“And I’ll make it ten times worse.”

“You say you had sex with lots of women but it never felt right? That’s weird because I’ve also has sex with plenty of people and you’ve never even crossed my mind. You’re just not all that memorable I guess.”

Thors entire body seems to grow as he storms across the room and grabs a key. He unlocks your hand and climbs on top of you, grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head. You’re used to being the strongest person in a room but now Thor holds you easily with one hand as you struggle in vain.

“I’m the only one you’ll think of again, soon you’ll be begging for me.” He says grinding against you.

He kisses you, sucking in your lip and letting it go with a pop. You flinch as he grabs your clothes and rips them off of you before tearing off his own. He flips you over with ease, pushing down between your shoulder blades and slaps your ass a few times. You cry out as he gives a sharp thrust, his cock stretching you out painfully.  

“You say no but your body betrays you…” You bring your hands to your face as he thrusts over and over. “... So wet.”

Thor lets out a husky moan as his cum pours into you. He pulls out and sits next to you on the bed, grabbing your torn shirt and cleaning himself off. You sit up, pulling the blanket over yourself and staring ahead in shock. He kisses you on the forehead and grabs your hand again, cuffing you in place.

“Just until you learn your place,” He says as he pulls his pants on and walks out of the room.

---

Thor isn’t gone for long. He comes back holding a tray of food and drinks. You reach out for a grape and he pulls the plate away, taking the grape and holding it up to your lips. You take a shaky breath, shouting at him in your mind and imagining yourself punching the smirk off his face. You open your mouth and he feeds you several pieces of fruit and cheese as you sit wordlessly on his bed, his cum still smeared all over your thighs.

“Can I use the bathroom please?” you ask.

Thor smiles and kisses your temple.

“Of course.”

He unlocks your wrist and you walk to the bathroom, relieving yourself and pulling on a bathrobe you find hanging beside the tub. You take a deep breath and throw the bathroom door open, running full speed out the door and through a hallway. Thor comes after you, yelling and cursing but you keep running full speed.

You run into a large living area where multiple Avengers sit watching tv. They all stand and run towards you, blocking your exit and you raise your fist. You recognize Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, and Sam Wilson staring at you, arms raised in fighting stances. Thor reaches the room as well and they surround you.

“You couldn’t have found one without super strength?” Tony asks Thor.

“I have no interest in human women.” Thor replies.

You kick Sam in the chest and he stumbles back, knocking over a lamp. Steve comes up behind you, grabbing you and you elbow him in the stomach, pulling him above you and throwing him across the room. Tony takes a step toward you but before he can throw a punch a woman comes up behind him and hits him over the head with a lamp. She stands shaking as Tony turns to her and grabs hold of her.

“Fuck, Sam get your girl before she hurts herself.”

Sam walks over to the woman, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from the fight.

“No, I’m sorry Sam, please I’m so sorry.” She cries as she’s dragged away.

Thor throws a punch and you catch it but don’t see his other hand coming for your stomach. You fall to the floor coughing and he kicks you in the side.

“Jesus, Thor.” Tony says.

“Don’t underestimate her, she’s stronger than humans.” Thor says, grabbing your hands and pulling them behind you. You feel a pinch in your neck and the world goes black.

---

This time you’re not cuffed to the bed. You look around and realize that you’re in a windowless room. You push the wall, already knowing it will be made of something too strong for you to break. You walk around, opening up a dresser and rolling your eyes at the nauseatingly feminine clothing and explore a large bathroom.

“Tony helped make this for you,” Thor says, making you jump.

“Tell him fuck you for me.” you sneer.

Thor sighs and leans against the bathroom door frame.

“You won’t be getting out of here.”

You push past him and to the door finding it open. Behind the door is a small hallway and then a second door with a second keypad. Smart.

“It’s not forever. We’ve already found several incentives to help you feel more comfortable here.”

You turn to Thor and raise your eyebrow.

“How much do you care about the little bar you worked at?”

The implication sinks in.

“You would ruin innocent people's lives just to keep me here?”

“Darling, I’d do much worse than that.”

Thor pulls you by the waist to the bed, sitting down at the edge and pushing down on your shoulders until you kneel. He puts his hand under your chin.

“Open up baby.”

You clench your jaw.

“You will lose this game.” he says, gently coaxing at your jaw.

“Leave me alone!” you scream, tears falling in earnest.

Thor grabs the back of your neck, pushing you to the bed. He gets close to your ear.

“You want to be left alone dear? Ok, I’ll give you what you want. Call for me when you’re ready to behave.”

You hear both doors close and lock and scramble into the bed, folding yourself up into the fetal position under the blanket. You let yourself cry for hours before falling asleep.

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You sit in your windowless room, knees pulled up to your chest and tears stains down your cheeks. You’re not sure how long you’ve been isolated at this point. You haven't eaten in days and feel weak, both physically and mentally. Screaming sounds stream into the room in random intervals so you’re always on edge and unable to sleep more than twenty minutes at a time. Every time you get out of the bed all the lights turn off forcing you to stumble in the dark.

Thor can punch and kick you, breaking and bruising you until the pain seeps into your bones. You’ll get up each and every time ready to fight. This however, this is so effective that it makes you miss him, it makes you want to cry in his arms and beg him to save you. You close your eyes and shed one more tear before calling his name. He walks in minutes later, approaching you and gently grabbing your jaw, his intentions clear. You open your mouth and close your eyes as he pushes his dick in, fucking your throat until he comes. He pulls you into his lap after, placing a blanket over you and holding you close.

You clutch on to Thor like he might disappear if you let go.

“Please don’t leave, I’m so tired.” you cry.

“Shhh, it’s ok baby, you can sleep now. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You shake in his arms, slowly falling asleep despite the anxiety that fills every inch of you. He did this to you, made you terrified of the very thing you’ve always wanted.

To be left alone.

[clefairymuke]

regrets | chapter sixteen

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pairing: levi ackerman x reader

themes: enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut

tw: violence / explicit sexual content

word count: 1912

"You act like a child."

Levi's voice, though calm, rang a striking forte in the hushed atmosphere of his office. You were used to him raising his voice at you, of course, but this felt different. His repertoire of angry lectures with you were previously livened with notes of discipline and superiority; his tone, now, could only be described as personal.

Your blood ran cold as if the ice dripping from his voice had infected your veins. This is what I wanted, you reminded yourself, trying to make sense somewhere in the emotions of the man in front of you. "I act like a child?" you scoffed in an attempt to save face. You were unsure of what audience you were putting on for -- he saw right through you, and you knew it. You remembered your gleeful grin as you changed clothes before coming, how you practically celebrated with Jean when Levi was out of earshot. It was childish, but you were comfortable with that. It felt justified.

The scene in front of you was less than romantic: Levi stood to face you in front of his desk, his eyes narrowed to a glare. His face was less void of feeling than it typically was; his lips were drawn into a scowl and his brows dipped towards the corners of his slate eyes. There was no tea set, no papers strewn about, and no thing out of place. It was simply you, a spotless room, and an insufferably furious man a couple of yards away.

Your hands were balled into fists at your sides. You were angry in part because he had you figured out -- his first words to you upon your arrival were accusatory. He knew just as well as you did that you and Jean were playing a silly game. You both knew it was designed to get under his skin. This didn't make him any less pissed off, of course, and likely only fueled his fire further.

"Yes, you do," he asserted. His glare was unending and unforgiving, boring into you like knives as you put forth your best effort not to cower. "Children play fucking pretend."

"What makes you think it was pretend?" you questioned him, insulted by his critique of your acting skills. For the pain it required, you thought, you deserved a bit of recognition.

"Are you insinuating that you're actually in some kind of relationship with Kirstein?" he inquired, knuckles growing white as he dug his nails into his palms.

You considered your answer carefully -- admitting guilt too early may not lead to the most peaceful conversation; on the other hand, neither would keeping the lie going. Avoiding the question altogether seemed to be the most logical choice. "What does it matter to you anyway?" you asked him, trying to deflect. Regardless of your intentions, you were curious to hear his answer. If he truly didn't care about you as you did about him, he would have no opinion about what you did and didn't do with Jean -- or any other guy, for that matter.

"You know exactly why it matters to me," he hissed, his glare breaking momentarily to show the most minuscule bit of softness. It took no time to return to his hard, unforgiving stare.

You groaned, close to losing your cool. "I actually have no fucking clue why it would matter to you, Levi. I don't understand anything about how you feel," you told him, honestly yet harshly. Your breathing began to balloon your chest as you drew short, shallow breaths; the physical reaction behind your fury was conspicuous and annoying. "You haven't spoken to me outside of scolding since I was in the infirmary; even the last few days there, you gave me the cold shoulder without any explanation. How the hell am I supposed to know how you feel?"

You watched him sigh, removing his nails from his palms so that he could rest his face in his hands, his eyes hiding behind his fingers as considered your words. "You aren't --" he started, breaking off midway. There was a strange tone to his voice now, more understanding, more sad, yet still angry. It was like satin laid over barbed wire. "You aren't even supposed to be considering how I feel. You can't think of me that way."

Fury bellowed within you like a match on the floor of a rickety wooden house; it overtook you as the fire would, enveloping you completely and without remorse. Your mind raced with disbelief  -- how were you to keep from thinking of him that way? He opened that door wide with his stupid, comforting teatime chats and tiny smiles, with tender touches and lingering caresses long past the hours that would be considered appropriate for him to be alone with you.

It took longer than you would have liked for the words to travel from your brain to your tongue. Now you were the one raising your voice. "You made me think of you that way! You're fucking impossible, Levi, do you know that? How can you pretend that there's nothing between you and me?"

"Because there is nothing between you and me. You have a stupid schoolgirl crush, and I'm trying to get these dumbass ideas out of your head," he argued, face twisting yet again. His words pressed tight against your heart, pain oozing through the rigid wall your anger had built by hand. Still, you refused to let it fall.

"Then why do you care so much about me putting on a show for you with Jean today? Why was it so important that I had to be called to your office like you're going to make me clean the dorms over it? Your words don't align one bit with your actions, but I'm the crazy one." Your hands shook at your sides as you yelled at him; you didn't care if Erwin, Hange, or every scout you knew heard you. You were sick of the embarrassment he brought you. For every second you've been happy with him, there was an equal and opposite force of mortification. You would yell at him until your voice couldn't handle it any longer -- anything to get your point across.

Seeing Levi so full of emotion was rare. If you weren't so overtaken by rage you might have saved a moment to appreciate it. His typical straight-set lips hung open as you watched all the  things he wanted to say pass over his tongue. His eyes were dancing with anger, sadness, passion, yearning, annoyance, confusion -- all at once, one after the other like a montage of color. Your anger blinded you. You had a million and one harsh replies to a million harsh things you thought he could say, but you had no answer to what finally came out of his mouth when all of the emotion in his eyes settled within him.

"I knew you were doing it to bother me," he began, his tone gentler than it was before. "And the worst part was that it did. I couldn't stand to see someone touch you that way, even if it was all for show."

You hadn't expected that. The anger in you hadn't died, but the breath you took after hearing that was the most satisfying one you'd ever had, as if you were in atop a mountain breathing the cool oxygen for the first time. You studied him closely, meeting his soft eyes with the most understanding gaze you could muster. "Why couldn't you stand it?" you coaxed him, waiting to hear the words.

He let go an irritated sigh. "God damn it," he grumbled. He took a long step toward you, leaving only a few feet of distance now. "I --" he shook his head, "I can't do this with you."

You rolled your eyes with ever ounce of energy in your body. He came even closer, but you weren't paying attention. "Of course you can't. You get so close to finally just admitting the truth, and then you hide from it because it's impossible to admit that you have feelings for me." You were yelling again, despite how he was closing in on you. You hoped you were giving him a headache as he inched closer.

"It's inappropriate for you to even think that that's a possibility," he shouted back.

As he stood only a foot away and your words exchanged grew ever louder, you wondered where the crescendo would end. One of you would have to quiet down eventually -- and you would be damned before backing down. "I don't know why you think I give a shit about what's appropriate, Levi!"

"I know you don't give a shit. It's pretty fucking obvious."

"Then why are we even talking about this? Why didn't you just keep ignoring me?"

"Because I couldn't. I--" he broke off again, his eyes darting around to read your face. "I just -- You know what? Fuck it." Before you could process it, he took another step forward. His hand launched to the back of your head, the feeling of his fingertips somehow still gentle despite his rough movements as he pulled you towards him.

His lips crashed onto yours with a reckless abandon.

Your hands came to his chest to push him away, but once realization set in, you left them to rest there. His fingers began to tangle themselves in your hair as his inhibitions disappeared, every muscle losing its tension and every thought fading to static. What he lacked in the argument became clear in how he enveloped you; the screaming match seemed to continue into the way your lips battled, still ever-building.

Your hands left his chest to loop round his neck, one of them wandering off to grip his hair similar to the hold he had on you. His arm snaked around your waist to pull you flush against him, every curve in your body neutralized by a curve in his until it was difficult to tell where you ended and he began.

The time-slowing force that visited with absolute ecstasy had paid you mind, permitting you to relish in every movement. The kiss was deepening and deepening and deepening, leaving you to wonder what was left to explore, and yet still keeping you captivated with every second. In this moment, every doubt or worry was solved, and you would be content to never experience anything else; to stay clutched tightly in Levi's arms seemed like a well-enough fate to spend all of eternity. Despite your pleas to whatever controlled the universe to leave you just where you were forever, it had to end. The sight you saw when he pulled away was almost as satisfying as the kiss itself: Levi, eyes wide and almost frenzied, lips red and the tiniest bit swollen. When he pulled away, he did nothing to alter the position of your bodies, still pressed as tightly together as humanly possible, unsure of how to separate and not wanting to find out, either. He gazed into your eyes for only a second, light pants filling the space between you as you searched each other's faces for answers to questions you were unsure of. You brought your hand from the back of his head to rest on his cheek, tilting your head just slightly as if to get a better look.

Without exchanging words, the two of you had finally come to an agreement. You closed your eyes as his lips attacked yours once again.

[thegremlincrowsnest]

This is my addition to the Coming This Summer Collab by Tteokdoroki

All reader inserts are poc, chubby and ftm! All reader inserts will use he/him and they/them pronouns unlessed specified! 

CW: pussy, vaginal sex, very vanilla in all honesty

Desire to us 

Was like a double death

Swift dying

Kento Nanami does not want to go to the beach. He would love to stay inside and bake his bread in peace. But he can never say no to Yuji, and he wanted to make sure Gojo doesn’t corrupt the young pink-haired boy. Now here he is, standing with Gojo and his three students looking for some acquaintance of Gojo’s. Suddenly, as his eyes scan across the semi crowded beach, he sees...

You. 

Radiating like fresh amber in the summer sun, skin so warm and inviting. Kento watches you climb out of the ocean, resembling the birth of Aphrodite with how your braids draped over your chest. He watches the beads of water travel over the valley of your buxom form and disappear into your swimsuit. Oh, how he wants to taste the salt off your skin and the sweetness of your- 

“Nanamin!” A voice yelled. 

The voice shakes Kento of his growing erotic thoughts and he jumps, turning to Yuji and Gojo. The former wears a concerned look while the latter has the most devilish of grins. 

“I see you found him, Kento~,” Gojo says as he drapes an arm over Kento’s shoulder. 

“He’s a pretty little thing, ain’t he,” Gojo whispers, “lucky man, Kento, I can’t imagine how tight that pussy must be”

Before he can threaten the snow haired pervert, he’s being pushed towards a cabana. Inside, he can finally take in the Adonis that has captured him. There standing in the shade - you, his partner of years that he hasn’t seen in months. 

Of our mingled breath,

Evaporation

Of an unknown strange perfume

Your smile rivals the beauty of the harvest moon. He can’t hear anything as Gojo and the teenagers speak to you; he is still absorbed in how you look.  It has been so long, he now worries if his last memories of you two together have faded in accuracy. 

His body is on fire with how you drink him in. Umber eyes - that he swore could hold the secrets to the universe in them - rake over his body. You’re just as parched from the time apart; your thighs press together as you remember the last time. 

“Oh Kento, you look like you’re burning up!” you exclaim as you take a cold water bottle from a cooler and bring it to his face. Kento is suddenly very aware of how close you are and of the snitch that exposed his current thoughts. Cock strained against his swim trunks, he silently thanks you for the save. The smell of shea butter and frankincense fills his senses as he looks down at you. Your breasts are barely contained in your suit, and he admires the swell of your hips and thighs. He wants to sink his fingers into them, feel the warmth of your freshly sun kissed skin as he devours you.  

Yuji is about to walk over before Gojo steps in. 

“Let’s go, children! Nanamin will be in good hands,” he rambles as he pushes the students out of the cabana before sending a wink your way. 

You both let out a small laugh before hugging each other. You bury your faces in each other, just happy to be in each other’s arms. Pulling back, he holds your face in his hands, rubbing the apples of your cheeks. He can’t help the small smile that graces his features. Your brows furrow as you look up at him.

 “Kento...is everything ok?”

“I’m sorry, I just keep getting lost in your eyes. They hold the universe in them,” he mutters to himself, forgetting he isn’t just saying it in his head. Your face heats, you press your thighs together as you feel the smooth baritone of his voice strike through you. You chuckle and pull him over to lay down, placing a cold towel on his forehead. 

“I think you’re overheating, Kento” 

You pat another cold cloth on his cheeks, neck, and chest, and you both relax into a comfortable silence. 

“You don’t have to stay, I’ll be fine.” 

“So you can get another eye full of me soaking wet.” 

    By nightfall, Kento had pulled together enough courage to ask you to take a walk with him. The moon is full, shining bright against the ocean and illuminating the beach just enough, framing you as you enjoy each other’s company in light of the moon and stars. Eventually you decide to try and push the limits gently. 

“Have you ever gone skinny dipping?” 

    Before he can get a word out, you strip yourself of your bathing suit, and you smile up at him before walking towards the water. 

“Come on Kento~ Play with me,” you coo as you walk about waist deep. Watching as Kento also strips of his clothing, you giggle as he gently folds them before turning to you. Your breath catches in your throat as you see him bare. With his fair skin illuminated by the moonlight, you try to calm yourself at the sight of scars and muscle. As he walks closer to you, you move back, giggling as you dive into the ocean, teasing him to catch you. This only lasts for a moment before his large, scared hands grab your waist. Pulling your back against his chest, he whispers; “I’ve got you” 

Deep baritone vibrations fill your ears, causing you to whimper softly. 

    He chuckles as he lets his hands roam your front gently. 

“May I?” he asks. You quickly nod, whining a soft “yes” as he grips your breast. He massages them gently before pinching and pulling on your nipples. He lets one hand travel down, groping your thick thighs and love handles before reaching forward to between your legs. He licks his lips as he feels your wetness.

 “Naughty boy, teasing me all day and now you’re all wet?” 

    You giggle before spreading your legs further for him, “you had every opportunity to grab~” 

    He only chuckles as he lifts you out of the water, hauling you over his shoulder as he struts out of the water. Setting you down on your feet, he unfolds his button up floral shirt before covering you with it. 

“Let’s get you to the hotel room. I don’t wish to share you with anyone, not the ocean, the moon, or their many stars,” he murmurs before kissing you gently on the lips. Your face heats up and you can’t stop the flurry of giggles that erupt from your throat. 

“You can’t say something so poetic after groping me” 

Kento smirks before kissing you again. 

    You stand in front of the mirror, freshly out of the shower and gently drying your braids with an old shirt. Kento walks up and stands behind you, kissing your shoulder as he lets his hands roam your body. He kisses under your ear.

“You bewitch me every moment I lay my eyes on you. I’ve missed you so much,” he mumbles.

You melt into his touch, whimpering as his coarse hands grasp at your soft flesh. He bends you over, kissing the back of your neck before he presses a finger to your entrance, using his thumb to rub your clit he slides two fingers in, and relishes in your soft gasps and moans and he gently begins to stretch you apart. 

    He’s hypnotized at the sight of his fingers entering you. Why should you miss out on such a sight? He moves you over to the bed, pushes your thighs back, and he dives his fingers in again. Quickly thrusting, he can’t help the growl that escapes him. His cock throbs against his stomach as he watches you come undone beneath him. Hair strewn about, drool escaping plump lips as your thighs shiver and twitch. Your voice is like ambrosia, your skin like warm milk and honey. 

He is intoxicated by you and wants more. 

    He leans over you and pets your head gently as he lifts your face to his. You can’t help but cum on his fingers again, so skilled and confident as they play with your most sensitive of spaces. It’s been so long that it feels like the first time all over again. After some time, Kento reaches his limit; he stands up between your legs, cock hard and dripping precum onto your thigh. 

“May I?”  he asks as he spreads your legs more. You nod as you spread your lips apart for him. 

“Please Kento, I need you so bad,” you whimper. 

    Ever so slowly, he enters you, gritting his teeth as he feels your tight walls constrict around his cock. Your thighs shiver as he pushes inch by inch inside until his balls press against your ass. You wrap your arms and legs around him, desperate to be as close as you can as you feel him start to pull out. He kisses your neck, beginning a slow pace, grinding against you when he’s all the way.

    The room fills with a melody of moans, whimpers, and soft slapping of heavy balls. Your body shivers as orgasm after orgasm is milked from you with no remorse. His soft baritone coaxes you to let go, to embrace the abyss of pleasure that only he can send you to. 

“Such a good boy, so sweet and tight for me. I love you. I love you so much,” he repeats like a mantra. Your nails dig into his shoulders, desperately trying to hold onto something, anything as he pounds you into oblivion. 

    Kento’s cock throbs as he nears his end. Pulling back, he cups your face, looking you in the eye. You try to keep your eyes open, leaning into his touch. 

“Let go with me, fall apart for me, my song, I’m right here to catch you,” he pants as his grip on your hip tightens. Your legs tighten around him as you pull him closer. Foreheads pressed together, panting and breathing in each other, your eyes roll back as you finally let go. Clenching around him tightly, you moan to the heavens, gripping his body like a vice.

    As he cums inside of you with a growl, he holds you close to him. Shaking as he feels his balls clench, he pulls back to give you air, petting your face and helping you come down. 

Between us quickly

In a naked

Room.

(Poem by Langston Hughs) 

[twstoric]

my all (for you)

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅: uh hi, can i request leona x gn!reader x malleus, with both of them "fighting" over reader's attention as they have sex? maybe a bit of breeding kink as well? >///<

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: leona kingscholar x gn!reader x malleus draconia 

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: it’s a dangerous game you’re playingーnot only with competitive beasts but also ones driven to stake their claim over you

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): rough sex, possessive behaviour, intentions of breeding, biting/marking, powerful beings acting not so powerful ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 2.2k

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: i’m crying i’m supposed to be resting but my brain was like “wehh” and i survived on high sugar to get this done smoothly but-! please enjoy, loves!!

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“Mh- lheー” you bite your tongue harshly, breath stuttering in your throat as you stare at your legs, unmoving as if you were paralyzed. You fucked up- or at least you almost did but it’s a futile wish to hope that your minor slip up wouldn’t go unnoticed. Trapped in between two beasts, every word that comes out of your mouth is carefully analyzed; figuring when you’ll scream the name they want to hear. 

Leona breathes a small chuckle, yanking your legs closer to the edge of the bed where he’s kneeling close to. “So quiet suddenly, herbivore? Come on, you can scream my name all you want,” he kisses the inside of your thighs, lips pressing fire against your skin as the brunet settles both your legs over his shoulders; not allowing you to hide anything.

“Hm? I believe the name that was uttered was mine.” Malleus tugs you closer to him, almost pulling you entirely away from the other dorm head if Leona hadn’t been gripping you so tightly. The dark fae settles behind you, holding you up and pressing his torso against your back. His lips trail invisible lines over the expense of your neck, fingers teasing the skin under your shirt as he rides the material up over your chest. “Don’t be shy now, dear. Say my name louder.”

Your face flushes, closing your eyes as if trying to block them out. There’s a building heat in your stomach, coaxed and played around with by the two dorm heads but the problem isn’t that the pleasure they give you can be overwhelming—it’s more as though the silent competition they’ve played when it comes to you is starting to drive you a little insane. 

Whenever Leona would bring you to completion with the slow drag of his tongue against your sensitive nerves is ripped away when Malleus pulls you far away from the Savanna prince and monopolizes your lips with a deep kiss; shoving his tongue down your throat and tasting every inch of your mouth.

Similarly, whenever Malleus pours ecstasy into your mind with the soft curls of his fingers against your good spots, mouthing kisses against the skin of your neck, Leona shoves him away, grabbing you by the wrist and trapping you under him away from the Prince of Thorns and makes it a point to bite deep markings into your neck; the clear indication of his claim on you. 

The cycle repeats for too long and too often that whenever you touch near the height of completion, you’re not surprised that it’ll be ripped away from you soon enough. Children, honestly. You’re dealing with children. 

“Please just- d- do something quick,” you huff, closing your thighs between Leona’s head and tugging at Malleus’ hair to coax him near your mouth. If you don’t come soon, you’ll definitely go insane—in a sense, anyway. But you will rip their heads out. Princes of a country or not, they’ll feel your wrath-

A small gasp leaves your throat, suddenly ripped away from your inner turmoil seems to amplify the shock of being fingered. Leona’s hand drags against your walls in an easy motion, the map of your insides printed inside of his head and he knows just how to push all your buttons. 

You don’t get to focus on the King of Beasts when Malleus' hand settles on your neck, sliding up to cup your jaw and turning your head around to crash his lips to yours. His other hand snakes around to your front, scratching at your skin with his nails lightly until he settles over the hard bud of your nipple. 

The Dark Prince holds your jaw with careful fingers, turning you around to watch Leona who’s already lapping at your greedy hole like a hungry man. He alternates between biting your inner thigh and fucking your insides with his tongue and fingers.

“I have a proposal for you,” Malleus whispers, voice deep with desire and echoing in your mind. He licks the skin behind your ear and you moan at the perfect stimulation to your ears and the curl of Leona’s fingers. “Shall we see who can bring you the most pleasure..?” There’s something mischievous glinting in the bright green of Melleus’ eyes. His smirk is wide and handsome, perfectly shaped lips curled in a way like an impish child. 

Your breath grows heavier, impossibly turned on by the proposal and it takes a small nod of your head before Malleus rips you away from Leona. The latter growls in warning, tearing the bed sheets when his fingers take hold of them. “What the fuck are you doing?” He spits out, following after you and narrowing his eyes dangerously. When Leona’s fingers curl around your ankle, he visibly relaxes—as if touching you momentarily satiates his anger. 

Malleus hugs you to him like a prized doll, chin placed on your shoulder and staring back at Leona head on. “Should you be able to bring pleasure to this beautiful body,” the ravenhead starts, spreading your legs apart and Leona’s eyes trail down at the way you’re presented to him. “Then I admit defeat. You are most suited for my beloved.” Malleus sighs in mock sadness; nuzzling close to you before his smirk returns. “But should I emerge victorious…” he smiles, not needing to finish. 

The bet is easily agreed to without acknowledgment. When the prize is you, then there’s no need for hesitation. 

You’re transferred to Leona’s arms easily, lips instantly captured in a bruising kiss. The brunet pushes you down (you didn’t notice Malleus had already moved away), finally getting rid of the shirt you’re wearing and laying you bare. “If we’re talking about the one who can pleasure you, then it’s definitely me,” Leona growls, flipping you around and pulling your hips flush against his.

Your hands latch onto the bed sheets in anticipation, not having to wait long as Leona eases in easily, the smooth drag of his cock filling you to the brim. You’re moaning loudly, hips held up by Leona’s hands as he savors the way you greedily clench around him. “That’s it,” he encourages, rolling his hips until he’s flush against you and drawing out a moan from the both of you. 

He murmurs something you can’t hear but everything blanks when the brunet pulls out slowly, veins dragging against your walls deliciously and snap back in with a force that makes you collapse. Leona doesn’t mind the way you’re unable to stay up, only clutching at your hips and dragging you back so each thrust meets with a loud smack. 

You’re cruising loudly, frantically searching for something to hold onto before dark-painted nails come into your view and Malleus is intertwining your fingers together. He pulls you upright, settling you over his lap and holding you like you’re a precious child. The way he holds is so contrasting to the bruising grip of your hips that it distracts your mind a little.

That is, before Leona hits that sensitive bundle of nerves and you’re gasping helplessly, falling into Malleus’ lap with each abuse of Leona’s cock against that spot inside. You faintly hear the small chuckle Leona let’s out, his grip adjusting on your hips and angling his thrust to make your brain melt.

Malleus holds your face gently, brushing the sides of your face and coaxing you closer to his cock. Your mouth suddenly feels so empty, drooling at the hard display of the ravenhead’s cock; already calling for your attention. 

Malleus doesn’t tell you to do anything, hands busy tracing the shape of your features and you can see the adoring stare he gives you without having to look. Almost shyly, your tongue traces the underside of his cock, soft moans leaving your mouth when you can feel Malleus shudder. It encourages you to go further, kissing his head lightly before welcoming him into your mouth.

Your body feels like it’s burning. The obscene thought of how you might look—taking two large cocks of perhaps the two most notorious dorm leader’s in NRC. Your mouth sucking and worshipping every rigid vein of the future King of The Valley of Thorns and your hole greedily taking every inch of cock from the Prince of Afterglow Savanna; not only are you taking the cocks of royal lineage but they’re so determined to drown you in pleasure.

The loud smacks of Leona’s pelvis against your ass rings loudly in your ears. His cock stuffs you full—stretching you wide and pumping euphoria with each vigorous thrust. Leona growls dirty words behind you, his voice floating deep in your head with each thrust of his hips.

The room is filled with the smell of sex and the wet sound your mouth makes with every suction on Malleus’ cock; impossibly large and your jaw aches from the sheer size. Stopping seems impossible for you—despite the ache, you’re kissing and tracing every inch of the dick in your mouth, Malleus cooing and praising you for taking him so well.

The two dorm leaders seem to be nearing their limit, evident in the way Leona’s thrusts slows and switches to a more impactful force and the way Malleus’ fingers tighten just the slightest bit on your head, hips bucking up into your mouth. 

Feeling the building coil in your stomach, your hips buck back onto Leona’s whilst your hands massages Malleus’ balls. The two groan loudly, pressing deeper into you and the warm gush of their cum emptied into you makes you reach climax with a loud moan, body convulsing into sensitive twitches. 

It’s after a few moments where you bask in the afterglow that Malleus is the first to pull away; gently maneuvering your head into a more comfortable position and pushing his cum back in your mouth with his thumb. “You did wonderful, my love,” he praises, petting your face and kissing your lips languidly. 

Leona stays buried deep inside you, making sure his come isn’t wasted but he’s collapsed over you and is essentially crushing you. “Leonaa,” you whine, hissing at the way his cock shifts inside you. You’re too sensitive for this. “Get off. You’re heavy.”

The brunet grunts in response, turning around and you yelp when instead of pulling out, Leona settles on dragging you along with him. You’re on top of him in this position; his cock stays plugged inside your hole and you splutter when Leona grabs the back of your knees and spreads your legs apart. 

“Don’t think it’s over yet,” you visibly freeze at his words, the lion smirking in response. “Competitions are really troublesome…How about we just see who’s child you’ll have? There’s a saying where a true man’s strength can be measured by who’s able to knock up their mate.” 

You feel like punching things and screaming what an absurd saying that is and that you doubt the legitimacy of such a saying but you feel a new pair of hands settling on your knees.

Malleus crawls in front of you, a smile on his lips much too amused to be considered kind and you gape at him when his fingers trail over your stomach. 

“I’ve been told that the superior seed will most definitely be able to impregnate a beloved,” his voice grows thicker, face inching closer to yours. You feel Leona mouthing the skin on your neck, fang scrapping lightly in a teasing manner. Malleus slots his mouth against yours, his equally sharp fangs teasing the skin of your bottom lip. When he pulls away, all you can do is blink hazily at his words, “Shall we find out?”

You feel the faint twitch of Leona’s cock inside you, Malleus already teasing your stuffed hole with the tip of his. “I- I don’t think- that- that.. I don’t I can..” The air in your lungs dissipates until it grows harder to breathe, mind numbing with too much thought and too little at the same time. 

Before you can further suffocate yourself in your own thoughts, Leona sits up. His hands stay secured under your legs and keep your spread apart. Your vision is suddenly only filled with the way Malleus is smiling gently at you, hands coming up to gently smooth over your cheeks to ease your worries. You feel Leona give you comforting kisses on your neck and shoulder, easing the tense muscles and coaxing you to relax. 

The gentle ministrations over your body makes you loosen up and Malleus draws your attention back to him when he holds your face. “Then… one at a time, hm?”

Leona laughs at that, marking your neck once again and giving you a shallow thrust, his cock feeling much bigger than it did before somehow. 

Your eyes widen in alarm, mouthing some words that don’t come out of your mouth. Malleus laughs softly, gliding a finger down your jaw and under your chin to level your eyes with his. Green emeralds seem to glow dimly; mischief stretching over his lips. His hand settles over your stomach and you moan softly when he applies soft pressure, emphasising the size of the cock inside you. 

“You may think it would be difficult to.. conceive but,” he kisses your lips, whispering against your skin as if revealing a secret; “In a land filled with creatures of magic… Anything is possible.”