#I just know he’s going to bed every night thrilled to tears to finally be left alone by the narrative

[vvitchering]

Congratulations to Din Djarin on achieving his long time dream to become a background character in his own life

[themultifanshipper]

Oscar was giddy with excitement. Lando was going commando under his ugly senna inspired race suit, and he kept reajusting himself to hide the fact he was half-hard at the prospect of what was waiting for him when the day was over.

Inspired by this whole mess

Warnings: pain kink, lil bit of subspace if you squint? They're unhinged abt each other guys idk what more to say

Oscar was also hard, but he had the advantage of the waistband of his boxers to tuck himself into.

This was the deal: if Lando didn't wear underwear for media day, he would get a reward that night for being a good boy.

This was the problem: Lando was getting quite chafed because of the rough material and he was already struggling, half way through the day. So Oscar took him to his drivers room and got on his knees, lotion at the ready, and sucked him off for his troubles.

Once back out there, in front of everyone, it took Lando less than 20 minutes to get hard again. He got off on the pain and thrill of it all. The anticipation killing him, knowing his reward was worth it.

Oscar kept looking at him heatedly from wherever he was talking to sponsors, and whenever they brushed against each other it would send a chill up their spines, both of them incredibly riled up by the end of the day.

And it didn't help that Lando was technically wearing Australia's national colours.

The last hour was the worst. Lando was quietly whimpering to himself everytime he moved, and even Oscar's reassuring hand rubbing his back wasn't enough to soothe him.

Unfortunately for both of them the pain turned Lando on, and seing him in pain turned Oscar on.

They were a bit sick like that.

"Colour?" Oscar would ask.

"Green" Lando whined, every single time.

By the time they could finally leave, Lando was leaning heavily on Oscar, and he almost had to carry him to the car that would take them to Lando's.

Once inside, Oscar wasted no time stripping Lando of his suit, the cold air on the raw skin making the older man hiss and moan in relief.

Oscar carried Lando to the bed, grabbing some lube and aloe cream on the way, and set him down on the bed. He lifted Lando's legs to expose him, cheeks red and burning.

He gently rubbed the cream into Lando's flesh and the sting made the man writhe in pain, but also impossibly harder.

"Please Oscar, just fuck me, I need it"

Oscar grinned at him, he was so hard he was leaking onto Lando's thigh.

"Okay baby, I've got you now, just give me a minute to open you up"

He started out with one finger, making Lando whine, then two, while his other hand kept rubbing cream over the crease of his thighs.

Lando was so hard it hurt and he was slowly going mad as Oscar opened him up.

When he was finally ready, crying slightly from being denied so long, Oscar lined himself up and pushed in slowly, inch by inch until he was fully inside. Lando was completely out of it, whining and babbling nonsense as Oscar slowly rocked in and out of him, tears were staining Lando's cheeks which just served to drive Oscar a little bit mad. Neither of them were going to last long. So Oscar put his cream covered hand around Lando's cock, and the other around his neck, the flash of pain making Lando come instanly with a wanton moan, Oscar finishing inside him seconds later.

"Are you okay Lando?"

Lando was incapable of speech so he grabbed Oscar's hand and squeezed twice.

Oscar quickly cleaned them up, reapplied cream everywhere, Lando's cock making a valiant effort to get hard again, and settled him under the covers.

As he slid into bed and scrolled his phone for a bit. A hand came up and settled on his arm, a small "I love you, Osc" coming from the lump in the bed next to him. He squeezed the hand and replied "I love you too Lan"

[mikobeautifulheart]

He cheated but he still loves you.

yandere Gojo x reader - 700 words-ish (guessing) and unedited.

TW: Kidnapping, cheating (sort of non-con but there really isn't anything explicit)

There's a sadistic part of Satoru that loves the thrill of cheating. He knows he has everything he wants, money, looks and an unlimited supply of girls who would do anything for a night with him.

But what sealed it for him was having a pretty girlfriend sitting on the couch at home waiting for him every night. You were just as desirable as him, if not more. Everything about you was just so perfect, so innocent, so sweet and naive. The perfect partner.

He knew cheating was wrong, it would absolutely break your heart if you ever found out but it only made it more exciting.

Coming home a litter bolder everyday he was getting a little bolder. Smelling like other women's perfumes, smears of lipstick on his neck, girls jewelry and accessories left on your dresser; it was starting to become obvious to you that you weren't the only one.

"What do you mean babe? I only have eyes for you." He'd say when you brought it up.

"Trust me, I wouldn't want anyone else." He played with a strand of your hair gently pulling you closer and into his chest as you watched a movie together on his couch.

he'd smile to himself every time he cheated and effortlessly pushed your doubts away, it was all to easy.

And for a while you fell for it. The fact he would never cheat you-

You felt your eyes widen slightly as you saw him on top of another girl in your shared bed. it took everything in you to not cry on the spot but instead you quickly closed the door and left the house.

When the light seeped through the door Satoru knew it was you- you had finally caught him and there wasn't a way to change that. This is what he wanted, isn't it? To show you that he had other women, that he could have whatever he wanted. So why did it start to sting his heart when you left silently, the closing of the front door echoing through out the house.

It was irritating being guts deep in another girl but seeing you in his mind making him scoff. But it's what he wanted, he chose this, why wasn't he anymore satisfied?

All of a sudden knowing that he would lose you- that he couldn't have you anymore infuriated him to no end.

He left half way through irritated, throwing his clothes on hastily before telling the girl to never contact him again before walking through the front door.

He spotted you sitting alone on a park bench.

"You'll catch a cold." He said draping his jacket over your shoulders.

At first he was looking at the few passing cars through the darkness before looking down to see your tear stained cheeks.

"Goddamn it-" He mumbled under his breath.

"Look doll, I'll admit it, it was a pretty shitty thing for me to do, but I still love you so please come back-"

"Come back?" You cut him off.

"In what world do you think I'd come back? I knew it- all these months you've been cheating on me-" Your voice broke slightly, pulling at his heart strings.

"And you just expect me to come back? There's something wrong with you Satoru because you would have to be crazy to think that I'd ever come back."

He wont admit it but when you blatantly rejected him he felt like his world came crumbling down, a part of him wanted to leave you for a while and wait for you to come crawling back, but the other part of him knew that wasn't going to happen.

You got up and took his jacket off, leaving it on the bench before you started to walk off.

"Wait-" He grabbed your wrist.

"Let go of me-" You tried to pull your wrist back.

"You can't leave me" His voice was no longer the nonchalant cool tone he used to brush off his actions, it was desperate and filled with regret.

You kept trying to pull your wrist back but he'd just pull you closer.

"You can't leave me." His voice cold now pulling you flush against his chest.

"Satoru let go of me" you said pushing against his chest trying to escape his grip.

You felt the your heart drop when you were effortlessly flung over his shoulder.

"S-Satoru put me down!"

He didn't respond, simply holding you tighter as he walked back to his apartment, unfaced by your protests and squirming.

A small gasp escaped your lips as he dropped you on the messy sheets of his bed.

"I don't care if you hate me. I don't care what you think, your mine." He said coldly moving on top of you and resting his head in the crook of your neck as you struggled to escape.

He heard your breath hitch when his cold fingers glided on the warm skin under your shirt only making him smirk.

"Stop moving so much, your making it really difficult for me."

He trailed kisses down your neck.

"Try all you want but if you ever leave this place- if you ever leave me, I'll make sure you never walk again.

Sure cheating gave him a thrill but your resistance was so satisfying, he didn't feel like cheating anymore.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: I haven't been active in a long time lol I wanted to write this for a while but never did, My requests are open and I am working on a few drafts for those who are waiting. Reblogs are welcomed.

***Also divider from: @saradika-graphics

[7waystreet]

dirty confessions | park jimin

This BTS 18+ explicit series will include 7 diary entries (one from each of the bangtan boys) confessing to the dirty thoughts they have about (y/n) and the sinful sexual acts they've part taken in during their lives.

I kindly ask the reader to start with pt.1 and end with pt.7 since it's a series and will contain overlapping scenarios and characters ♡

✬ foreword pt. 1 — seokjin pt. 2 — yoongi pt. 3 — namjoon pt. 4 — hoseok pt. 5 — jimin pt. 6 — taehyung pt. 7 — jungkook

pt. 5 — jimin

My dear diary ❀

I have a confession to make. I've always had a deep rooted fantasy about watching my gf (y/n) pleasuring both me and Taehyung together... you know, just like an extra step to solidify our '95 liner soulmate status. And I'm so fucking thrilled to report to you that it finally happened.

Taehyungie doesn't even have to say any words for me to already know how he's feeling... he's a part of me, after all. My intuition that he had the hots for my lovely (y/n) proved to be right when I finally confronted him about it while we were all piss drunk at the karaoke bar last week. I caught him staring at my baby's ass and biting his lips so I light heartedly whispered in his ear if he wanted a piece of that delicious booty, only for him to sloppily slur back "Hell yeah Jiminah, I'd tear her pussy right up like you do every day, you lucky fuck."

Little did he know how hard my cock instantly got listening to his dirty wishes aligning with mine.

Now that I knew Taehyungie was excitedly on board, it felt like a big mission to also convince (y/n) to join in on the fun. Her and I have been together for so long, and I'm grateful to have found someone who makes me feel this comfortable and happy. You already know I've written pages and pages of how much she means to me... which is exactly why I didn't even feel nervous proposing my deepest desire to her. But I was certainly taken aback by the way she reacted to it when I'd asked her.

"What do you think of Tae? Would you be down for a threesome with you, me and him?" I'd proposed while we laid cuddled up in each other's arms on our soft, comfy bed together.

The words "I'm down" popped out of her pretty lips quicker than her fine ass had made me cum the first time we had fucked... quicker than a fucking second, that is.

At first I was confused by her enthusiasm... I didn't understand whether she'd been secretly lusting for Taehyung and was just desperately waiting for this opportunity to spring up. But then again, even if she did, I know for a fact she never cheated on me and went for him behind my back. Sure, he's the most handsome and fuckable man I've ever met, but she loves me too much and I love her and trust her fully. Besides, I was the one desiring this too, so who am I to blame her for wanting the same?

I felt like a damn manager trying to set up a hangout between us three for this heated session to go down, but despite the effort, I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. I'll never forget that night.

I'd succeeded in getting all three of us settled on the couch in my apartment while we played a movie in the dark and sipped on some wine to ease ourselves in. Of course we all knew what we'd gathered there for, which was a steamy fuck fest, and it was a bit awkward at first, but my brave (y/n) made the first move by placing her pretty palms on each of our thighs as she sat in between the boys. My spine felt a tingle watching her run her hand up and down my shorts, a soft gasp escaping her lips when she saw my milky thigh twitch underneath her touch, all while his other palm smoothed out the wrinkles in Tae's gray sweatpants as she rubbed his thigh in an arousing way.

Her gaze remained on me even though both her hands moved up towards our dicks, her ability to simultaneously massage our hard ons making me fall in love with her all over again. I could hear Tae starting to taking deeper breaths and with one glance at him, I saw his eyes closed and head rolled back into the cushion as he took the feeling of my gf stroking his cock in the darkness, just like she was sexily doing it to me. My loyal (y/n) leaned into me for a kiss but I shook my head... "Go to him" I told her with a smirk and she smiled right back with a nod, giving me a peck before turning her back to me.

God, she's even perfect from the back.

She sat in between us with knees folded up now, leaning into Tae and slowly placing a kiss on his neck, which got him shuddering, his eyes opening up in a flash to observe (y/n) was solely giving him her attention. His first instinct was to shoot me a concerned look, as if he was asking for my permission, but I gave him a go with a nod and he instantly pulled her closer for a deep kiss. Seeing them swapping spits in a steamy makeout started to get me even harder, and my hands just naturally gravitated towards (y/n)'s perfect ass, which was facing me. I squeezed her ass cheeks through her tiny shorts and she whimpered from my touch, slowly crawling back and bending in her knees to angle her ass up in my face more, all while she leaned down and helped Tae take his pants off for a suck.

I just watched for a while... watched the content look on Tae's face as (y/n) took his throbbing cock into her beautiful mouth, his head flopping back into the pillow again as his eyes trailed down at her choking on his length. "Just like that baby" he kept whispering while holding her hair back in a fist, my own arm reaching over to run my fingers through Tae's black curly hair as he sat there throat fucking my gf. I didn't even care about how he kept calling her baby... how could I get mad about my baby calling my baby, baby?

My needs were growing by the second though and now I just had to pull down (y/n)'s shorts for a taste of her pussy, my thick lips attaching to her folds as I laid on the couch and angled myself underneath her, her back arched up until it almost broke. My tongue on her clit and her moaning in reaction got Tae aroused even more, the faster my mouth played around with her sweet pussy the more my best friend's chest kept rising and falling in heaves.

I couldn't take hearing both Tae and (y/n) moaning so loudly so I gave her clit a good suck and flick with my tongue before getting up on my knees and removing my shorts, my boner slapping up just ready to be stuffed inside my gf's tight little pussy. And the room was now filled with all three of our moans when I slid my length in (y/n)'s pussy from the back, the view of her ass jiggling against my stomach while I slammed my cock into her cunt and spanked her ass cheeks immaculate, all while Tae fucked her throat, a sight I'll never forget.

(y/n) was increasingly getting wet, my cock slipping in and out of her while I grunted from the way her walls gripped me, but I was distracted when Tae whined out "I want to taste her pussy". And I happily let him. We easily switched things up, the harmony between our motions almost suspiciously smooth, as if we were all meant to make this happen... hopefully more than this one time.

Tae disappeared in between (y/n)'s thighs when she laid on her back on the couch, her face turned to the side to allow my cock to slide into her mouth as I stood by the couch near her face. God, it felt so great watching Tae eat her out while digging his nails into her thighs, her legs flailing about and throat pulsating from the muffled out shrieks, my cock hitting the back of her mouth and fully nestled inside like a glove. My fantasy was indeed finally my reality, and I came straight down (y/n)'s throat after I reached that intense high which I'd dreamed about for so long. My bub swallowed my load of cum all at once like the good little girl she is, and Tae looked up to take a note of this after hearing my satisfied sigh. It was his turn to enter her all over again.

Tae fucked (y/n) straight to the heavens to say the least, living his own fantasy himself while I leaned down and sucked on (y/n)'s perky tits to up her sensitivity. I know my baby needs that extra kick to reach her orgasm and I was going to help her achieve that like I always do, right as Taehyungie gave her the pounding of her life. I'd already seen his cock since we've showered together in our dorm bathroom before, but never have I ever seen it so rock hard and erect, the veins running down his length making my eyes pop out. I stared at him entering in and out of my girlfriend's pussy while my lips sucked on (y/n)'s puffed out nipples.

She suddenly pulled the hair on the back of my head and made me come up to her lips, her deep desire to kiss me making me feel wanted and needed. It was a boost to my ego knowing Tae was dicking her down but she still wished for my lips to be sealed with hers and that's exactly what we did... my tongue mingling with her squishy one as she desperately panted for a breath, my fingers still pinching her nipples while we continued to make out with a crazy burning passion. Tae's thrusting pace got faster and (y/n) finally let go, her entire body tensing up and freezing as she orgasmed, my lips placing a soft kiss on her lips as she let out a shaky sigh, her chest then collapsing down and her back sinking into the couch.

Tae let out a groan and finally came into my gf as I coaxed sweet words into her ears, a smile curling up her lips even though her eyes were closed since she likes the praises I give her. I told her I love her and she said it back within a flash of a second, her grin widening up after she opened her eyes and locked them with mine.

The best part was cleaning up and going back straight into watching the movie together, all three of us cooled down and comfortable right back on the couch we'd just fucked on. Taehyungah ended up sleeping with his head on (y/n)'s lap while she tucked her face in my chest, my eyes drooping shut with a deep content feeling as I watched the two people I care about the most rest close to me with a new found appreciation and respect for each other.

I fucking love my life.

a/n ♡

i imagined jimin wanting to experiment with his best friend and his gf, his appreciation for both showing throughout his confession. the way he loves them is different; he's more possessive about (y/n) but not in a toxic way since he's willing to share her. and he's in pure awe of tae but doesn't neglect his gf or makes her feel less wanted despite this

— he treats his diary like a friend: says "my dear diary", "report to you", "you know i've written pages and pages" as if he's having a convo with his journal

— his romantic side: he always says "my (y/n)" and calls her lots of endearing words like lovely, brave, pretty, stunning, etc.

— his needy side: when (y/n) expresses she wants intimacy with him, his ego is boosted bcuz he loves to feel wanted. jimin acts this way around the members all the time, being needy for their attention

— his will to put his desires aside to watch the enjoyment on tae and (y/n)'s faces: jimin's a giver and he always puts his members first so it's no shock he's willing to let (y/n) go to tae first before he dives in

[dreamwritersworld]

All too well. (Miles morales x reader)

Weather Miles knew it or not he was stabbing her right in the heart every time he made their relationship seem under wraps.

In front of everyone he refused to call their relationship what it was. Love. Not a childish relationship, at least not to Y/n.

Rio could see something was going on between the two. There wasn’t a day where she hadn’t dreamt of seeing Y/n in a wedding dress besides Miles, she was all too prefect. Y/n was practically the daughter she never had.

So Miles kept her close to his heart and he always got Y/n to return back into his arms but every time she did she felt shame, and he would just hold her lifeless frame. Their relationship was crowded, Gwen was stuck in the picture and the teenage boy was stuck between the two. He couldn’t imagine a life without either of them. Gwen gave him thrill and Y/n gave him comfort.

Both girls were spider-women except…Gwen wasn’t in their universe. She was gone and it had been months. Y/n remembered it all too well.

When arguments happened salty tears would fall from the two of them once they wrapped arms around each other, Miles breathed in her sweet candy scent wishing for it to smell like another. While y/n let tears fall knowing Miles imagined someone else with him. She didn’t trust herself, her body would always lead her back to the wrong things, him.

However…the patience of Y/n didn’t last longer. The night before everything went downhill they got into an argument…

It all started when we had came home from keeping watch on the city. Tonight wasn’t the best night, Miles was so distant and he refused to speak to me.

He spoke about me indirectly, I heard it.

“you’re just so irritable….”

I couldn’t ignore it, not this time. His frustration lighted a bottling flame waiting to ignite..

“I won’t ever understand you! You won’t even speak to me directly?! What am I supposed to do with that?!”

He turned around quickly, spoke irrational. Though I knew in some way or another he meant every word he said.

“If you were Gwen maybe I would’ve been just fine?!”

Hearing him say that made me want to die. Confirming something I denied for the longest. There was shuffling in my feet stepping backwards, my heart beginning to feel intense agony and the tears slipping from my eyes.

Miles couldn’t exactly see my face with my mask, but he knew what he had said cut deep.

“…we’re done.”

His hand reached out for me but all I could do was push him away. I fled immediately after, knocking into almost every building. My vision was disoriented since my eyes were flooding with tears.

That night I went to bed listening to my parents arguing in the living room, doing the same thing Miles and I had just done. Maybe it was for the better…maybe if I stayed I would’ve repeated the never ending cycle….

‘All’s wells, that ends well’ but Y/n was in a new hell every time he double crossed her mind. It goes without saying that the next day Y/n dreaded having to go to Jeff’s promotion party, but she would anyways because they were there for her big moments too…

My eyes felt swollen from the rough night and I couldn’t stop thinking about it all. Picking between the clothes and getting myself out of bed was difficult, this breakup felt final.

I took everything step by step and I took a deep breath walking into the party.

“Y/n! Hija you made it, I was getting worried!”

Rio rushed in giving me her nurturing love and all that hit was the fact that this will never happen as much. I wouldn’t allow myself to come over any more after this, not when I know I’d go back to him.

“Hi Mrs.Morales! Hi Mr.Morales-“

“Rio let Y/n breathe!…Cmon give me a hug kid!”

I did return that hug but all I could do was take the emotions in..

“Congratulations sir!”

once we were done with our greetings they turned my body quickly to the skylines of the city

“Isn’t it beautiful!…haha yea.”

The way Jeff had spoke sounded quick and awkward, he rushed my body to turn so fast.

“oh yea it is..”

Rio couldn’t just stand there and act like she didn’t see Y/n hurt regardless if she didn’t see the scene Jeff hid her from, she wanted to protect her but she wouldn’t lie to Y/n either.

“Oh princesa, lo siento.”

Confusión covered my face but inside hearing just that but not knowing why, I was so close to breaking down.

“What do you mean?”

Jeff looked to Rio with pleading eyes begging her to stop and Rio had a sense of genuine and a need to not hide something.

“Miles is with that girl Gwenda, I can’t lie to you Y/n. You’re just too sweet for me to lie. Just know that no matter how or why your relationship ended, no es por ti.”

My swollen eyes wanted to cry once more, I turned my body to the crime scene. He did talk to her the entire time in the beginning of our relationship…maybe did even worse. She came back now, and Miles was the one who ran to her the second we called it quits.

I knew based off the smile on his face, he’d never feel sorry for the way I hurt. He was showing her off just by simply bringing her and pulling her close…

The entire time Y/n was staring Jeff couldn’t believe his eyes, everything Rio had rambled about them being together and Y/n being in love, Miles loving her back but out of nowhere it only ever became halfway. It hurt seeing the pain that struck her eyes.

Jeff gave Y/n the biggest hug..

“If you want Y/n..you can pick out your food, eat and take a good nap on our couch before you head home.”

A small tear feel from Y/n’s eyes, all she could do was nod and walk away…

I’ve never doubted myself so much, I hate that I gave Miles power over that kind of stuff. At some point in our relationship it was always one step forward and three steps back.

Once I made it back down to their apartment I couldn’t nap, my body wouldn’t allow it. Something was telling me to go. So I did.

I closed the window and leaped onto building from building , trusting my body to lead me in the right direction. When I arrived there was a damaged building and a portal..no one was there and it hadn’t closed yet, so I jumped in..

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[mockerycrow]

for the 400 follower event (congrats btw!!!) could i request “stop hogging the blankets” + “do you want to stay in tonight? you don’t looked thrilled at the prospect of going out, and i only want to go if you want to as well.” w/ price??? (:

400 Follower Celebration

—“Do you want to stay in tonight? You don’t look thrilled at the prospect of going out, and I only want to go if you want to as well.” + “Stop hogging the blankets.”— With John Price

Summary: After John being gone for so long on deployment, he finally is able to take some time to be home with his partner. He promised you a date night, but he sensed you weren’t feeling up to leaving the house.

A/N: thank you so much <3 also, we are nearing 600 followers now!! i cannot thank you guys enough.

[WARNINGS: sensory issues, fluff.]

It had been 8 months and 17 days since John had last been able to stay home with you. The day he left, he promised a fantastic night with you the night he returned. At the time, he wasn’t sure when he’d make it home—or if he would’ve made it home at all. John returned extremely fatigued and late at night and after a tearful reunion, you ran a warm bath for him and went to bed together.

You couldn’t help but stare at him while he slept when you—surprisingly—woke up before him. Your eyes traced the way his eyelashes flowed, traced every worry line in his face; you reached out and gently traced them with your fingertips instead. His eyes fluttered open after only seconds, which prompted you to retract your hand and softly apologize. John hummed and reached for your hand and guided it back to his head, so very easily drifting back to sleep after knowing it was only you touching him.

Later that night was your date night and you had your outfit laid out, but you already felt uneasy as you eyed the fabric. You felt as if it would bother you, like what if you felt the seams? What if there’s loose threads and they tickle you, and they’re the type you can’t just rip off with no problem?

John comes up behind you, his hand coming up to rest on your lower back. “Feeling alright?”

You turn your head to look at him and he’s looking back at you, his eyes tracing your lips, your eyebrows, your forehead, admiring you as well as trying to figure out how you’re feeling through your expression. You try to put on your brightest smile and because you feel if you were to ask to cancel this—he’s been so excited. “I’m fine, John.” You murmur, leaning over to his cheek and pressing a kiss against it. You watch his nose scrunch up for a moment, a low hum coming from him. His arm wraps around you and holds you close, back to chest. “I know you well enough to know you aren’t, love.”

You go silent for a moment as you aren’t aware what to say as a rebuttal, but John gets to it first. “Do you want to stay in tonight? You don’t look thrilled at the prospect of going out, and I only want to go if you want to as well.”

Your lips curl up into a soft, real smile but at the same time; your face falls. You have a gritting guilt in your gut and you open your mouth to apologize, but John silences you by pressing his lips against yours. His lips move against yours slowly for a few seconds before he breaks the kiss, looking at your lips for a quick second then at your face. “None of that, okay? I already know what you were about to say and I’m saying it’s alright.”

Your smile widens into a grin because he knows you so well, so you lean forward and give him a peck on the cheek. “We could rent that movie you’ve been wanting to watch?” You suggested. “What was it, ‘The Patriot’?” John scoffs, letting you go so you can put away your clothes. “I remember you wanting to watch that one, hm? Too many inaccuracies for me,” He retorts, watching you folding up the clothing on the bed. He leans against the wall with his arms crossed, watching your every move.

“Fiiine, fine. I’ll spare you some horror for one night.” You laugh, opening your dresser drawer. “I have a movie we can watch. That one with Stephanie Hsu in it?” You suggest, closing the drawer then looking at him. John shrugs, uncrossing his arms and pushing himself off of the wall. “I don’t mind. Why don’t you..” He trails off, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him while interlocking your fingers together, then pressing a quick and soft kiss against your lips. Your other hand comes up and rests on his shoulder to steady yourself, and you’re smiling into the kiss. “..make some popcorn and I’ll get the movie going, some blankets, too.”

You can’t help the soft laugh that leaves you, and you lean forward to give him another peck on the lips. “Only if you promise to stop hogging the blankets.”

“No promises, darling.”

[uzurimisery]

chapter 3: the exposition. / coriolanus snow / nsfw

rating: explicit

wc: 8,346

warnings: MDNI, rough sex, he's still insane and possessive, oral sex, not beta read AO3 version | Series Master

As the two of you left the party, sat in the back of his car, you could cut the tension with a knife. Both of you are so high-strung with desire that a simple touch would make you snap.

“Miss Gaul, will I be taking you home?” the driver was unaware of what was happening between you.

Coriolanus decided for you. “No worries, she’ll be staying with us at the Corso.”

A thrill ran through you. The thought of spending the night with him, acting on these feelings, finding release with him, made your skin tingle. And as the car pulled up near the Snow apartment, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. The night was still so young.

He led you up to the top floor without an inappropriate touch. Afraid that once he started, he wouldn’t be able to stop, and he’d take you in the elevator. You really should commend his restraint.

Once you were inside the foyer, he caught you looking around nervously, like you were afraid of being caught. Like someone would pop out and surprise you both as he led you to his bedroom’s attached sitting room.

You were so cute. “No one’s in tonight.” He closed the door. “It’s just us now.”

You were trapped in there now with him. You could try to run, but he’d always catch you.

The space between you dissolved, replaced by a mess of sensations; the scent of your perfume fills his senses, the rise and fall of your chest against him, the warmth of your body against his. He understood Morphling addiction now. The high of touching you was addicting.

Restraint lost, he grabbed your waist and kissed you. You opened your mouth almost immediately, letting him in. Before the morning broke, he would know every curve, every contour, every inch of you. And you would know the same of him.

He went back to attacking your neck with nips and kisses. You were so sensitive there, moaning and gasping. He needed more. Needed to watch you come undone. He had wanted to take it slow, build you up and tease you, but he needed you now.

Coriolanus grabbed your ass and picked you up, wrapping your legs around him instinctively, and he carried you into his room. It was clean and organised just like his office. A mix of old money and newer trends. It was all very him. Down to the white duvet he put you on in the centre of his king size bed.

You looked so perfect there. Finally, within his reach and willing to let him touch you. Your dress had slipped too, your left breast out for display, nipples pert with arousal.

He fiddled with the front clasp of your dress that connected the two parts, undoing it and letting it fall open, fully exposing you to him. You were so perfect it drove him insane. He watched you like a hawk as you shimmied the dress off, revealing that you had no underwear on underneath. The groan that escaped him was pained. It just wasn’t fair what you did to him.

Your smile beamed, mischief in your eyes. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

Coriolanus Snow had never gotten undressed so quickly in his life before. He climbed onto the bed and settled his hips against yours. Your mouth was so inviting to him, always welcoming him in. His position above you seemed so small, like he could pick you up and use you like a toy.

He leaned back, settling onto his knees. Fuck, you were everything he imagine you to be. He shifted, taking one breast in his mouth. His tongue swirled around it before biting it. Your moan only egged him on, making him pinch and pull at your other nipple.

You squeaked when he bit down hard; the sound going straight to his cock. The noises you made were better than any music he had ever heard before. You wiggled from his actions, jolting around from the pleasure, and he could feel your pussy against him. Soo wet already. You wanted him as badly as he wanted you. To tear each other apart.

He detached from your breast with a wet pop, giving a kiss to the abused nub, before trailing them down your stomach. His tongue dipped into your navel briefly, tasting the salt on your skin. When he finally reached the top of your pussy, he breathed in deeply. If he could bottle the scent, he would.

“You don’t have to.” Were you embarrassed? Afraid that he finds you disgusting?

“I want to.”

With that, he buried his face in you, licking from your hole to your clit. He watched your every reaction, felt your every twitch. He had always been above eating a woman out, finding it pointless. Sex was a means for him to get off. He didn’t care about his partners. But he wanted you to cum on his face and make a mess.

As he circled your clit, your hands flew into his hair, grinding your face against his tongue. He pressed his tongue hard and flat against you. The friction builds you up to an orgasm. He keeps going, increasing with a fervor, the need to make you cum the only thing he could think of, his hips rutting against his bed.

Your fingers tighter in his hair, pulling as you came. Broken moans of his name filling the room. He needed you to cum again. He needed it more than you need water in the desert. The only thing that could quench his thirst is the liquids leaking out of your tight hole.

Coriolanus kept lapping at your clit, ignoring your overstimulation. He didn’t give you a break, a moment to catch your breath. One hand tugged at your waist, pulling your core closer to him while the other circled your hole, teasing the entrance. You sobbed, mixed between telling him to stop and begging him to keep going. Truth be told, he couldn’t stop.

He slipped two fingers inside you. You were so wet, a mix of your cum and his spit, that he slid in so easily. It was so hot inside you. Moving his fingers around to experiment, trying to find your g-spot. He could tell the exact moment he brushed it, feeling your pussy flutter around him. He couldn’t wait to feel that on his cock.

Slowly he began pressing against it, passing over it every time his fingers thrust into you. Your thigh clamped down around his head. Even muffled, he could hear you singing so sweetly for him. Telling him you were so close.

When you came again, he gave you a moment to breathe. He wanted tonight to go on for a while. He couldn’t have you out of commission so early in the night. Your chest heaved, breathless from two back-to-back orgasms, sweat trailing between your breasts.

He licked it up.

Your voice broke as you spoke. “I, oh god Corio.” your eyes were wild and unguarded. He could see the admiration you had for him. The desire. “I need you.”

You were normally so steady and composed.

But the burning hunger that consumed him consumed you, too. The thoughts that had plagued him and made him sick, twisted in his belly, and kept him up at night. The voices of reason in his head lost to the overwhelming desire to have you.

He reached out, fingers tracing the contours of your face, and then parting your lips. His thumb brushed over your teeth, digging in against the tip of your canines. You closed your lips around his thumb. He felt your tongue run over it before you sucked on it.

Fuck you looked so good with it your mouth. He could picture his cock in your mouth, your lips stretched around him. The sensation of hitting the back of your throat was almost palpable. Later, tonight or tomorrow, he’d have you do just that.

“Sweet girl,” he crooned, kissing your face while putting a hand against your pussy again. “You’re so needy. So filthy.”

You gasped as he slipped back inside you, scissoring you, stretching you open. His thumb toying with your clit as he spoke.

“So fucking filthy, making a mess on me. God, you don’t even know what you’ve done to me. My head is a mess because of you, always thinking about you and your pretty pussy. It made me hate you. How am I supposed to be your friend when I just want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk?”

He felt you tighten against his fingers.

“I want to kill every man that looks at you. They’re always thinking of you naked and how they’d like you just like this. But they don’t get to see that. No one gets to see this but me. Do you understand?”

You were so close, stars swimming in your vision. The edge was right there when Coriolanus stopped.

“I said, do you understand? Answer the question, sweet girl.”

The words flew out of your mouth. “I understand. Please, just don’t stop. I’m so close.”

He started back up again. This time he drilled his fingers against your g-spot, a pressuring building up in your abdomen. You were going to cum, and cum hard.

“Corio,” your broken moans making him go faster. “I’m gonna cum.”

“So cum for me.”

Everything in you snapped into place when you came, vision going black. A stream of liquid pouring out of you and onto him, splashing across his front. He had made you squirt. He had wanted to ruin you for other men, but he just ruined other women for himself. If you ever tried to run, tried to leave him, he would lock you up. He’d chain you to the post of the bed, break one of your legs, make you immobile. But you’d keep so well, always wearing the best clothing and eating the best food. It was making him crazy. 

He grabbed your hair tightly, yanking your neck back for him to dig his teeth into you. He needed to hold you close, and to tear you fucking apart.

When he let go of your neck, bite marks that clearly defined his every tooth left. Marking you, displaying his ownership of you, he was drunk off it. The intensity of everything heightened. He was going to combust if he wasn’t inside you soon.

Grabbing his dick, he tapped the tip against your clit repeatedly, relishing in the way you whimpered and spasmed. He wanted to carve your pussy into a perfect mould of his cock. Alter you so permanently that he would always be a part of you.

He pushed the tip into you. You were so hot and wet, more than you had been earlier. It felt like you were melting around him. Your insides felt like the softest velvet against him. None of the finest fabrics could ever compare to it.

Your pussy fluttered around him as he pushed in down to the base. You were perfect, sucking him in.

Both of you watched the first few thrusts of his hips, mesmerised by him disappearing inside of you. You had had sex before; you were 24 and one of the most sought after bachelorettes in the Captiol, but you had never had anything like this. It felt like your body was intertwining with Coriolanus. Like he was replacing a part of yourself with him, letting you drink from his fountain.

Settling into a steady rhythm, Coriolanus shifts you both, putting your legs over his shoulders. The new angle had him brushing up against your cervix, a mix of pain and pleasure. When he leaned forward, folding you in half, your breath left your lungs. He was so deep inside you.

He moaned, continuing to thrust into you. “Such a perfect pussy. So good for me. So much better than I even imagined.”

“You’ve been thinking about me, Corio?”

You were so beautiful. Lashes wet with tears, hair sticking to your forehead from the sweat. Your big doe eyes peering up at him, looking at him with so much affection.

His thrusts slowed, becoming gentle taps rather than hard strikes.

“Yes,” he admitted, biting the inside of your thigh near his face. “I’ve been thinking about you constantly.

His words were heavy, something swimming beneath the surface, something intense. You looked down at his hands on your waist, thumbs caressing you. He had been flipping between extremes tonight. One moment he was a cannibal, ready to taste your flesh, and then the next he treated you like you were precious to him. Almost like he loved you.

“I’ve been thinking about you too,” the sacrament of penance you took, and he your witness. “I’ve been thinking about you like this. What’d it’d be like.”

You were Eve, and he was Adam, the snake and the apple, the first sin and the atonement.

If Coriolanus could purr he would, the stroking of his ego acting like a balm for his temper. Instead, he bit down on your thigh again and picked up his speed, rutting into you like the animal he felt he was. The slap of his balls against your ass is his mating call.

He felt himself getting close, months of emotion getting to him, bringing him release quicker than normal. Coupled with how tight you felt in this position, he knew he wouldn’t last long. So he took to driving into you and grabbing your face to kiss you. He needed to cum, but he also needed to feel you cum on his cock. The decision was hard to make. He didn’t want to stop pounding into you and risk losing his edge.

It’d be fine. He didn’t have to rush everything and get it all done this round. You didn’t know it yet, but he’d be taking you for many, many, many rounds.

You had expected Coriolanus to be cold and cynical when it came to sex, hating any mess that came with it. You had expected him to pull out and cum on you and force you to clean it up. But when his hips stuttered and warmth filled you, you were surprised.

“Fuck.” he thrust into you a few more times before pulling out, breathless. “Fuck.” he repeated.

It was so warm in the room. You were sweaty, a mix of both his and yours. Your head felt fuzzy from cumming so many times. Blinking hard to stay awake.

Coriolanus nudged your face, making you focus on him, before he picked you up and carried you over to his ensuite.

It screamed luxury and opulence, a show of what he had done after being heir to the Plinth fortune. The walls had mosaics in them depicting bits of ancient history. The floors were laid with polished marble times. A massive tub, carved from a single block, stood centre stage, overlooking a window with a view of the Corso with a few chairs near it. A thick rug sat at its feet, the plush pile just asking you to step on it.

In the far corner, there was a walk-in shower with a number of showerheads. The vanity was across from it, cut from the same marble as the floors. A floor-length mirror tucked next to it. You could see the entrance to his dressing room through the reflection.

He set you down on the chair near the tub and then pressed a few buttons on the wall panel and the tub filled; the water rained in from the top. The vanity had a collection of soaps and bath salts he went between before selecting some and putting them in the bottom of the tub. “It’s magnesium. It’ll help your muscles.”

You nodded, unsure what to say first to him. He was lost on what to say too, just letting the soft patter of water hitting the tub fill the silence. It was a comforting scene, a domestic moment in the backdrop of your mess of emotions.

The steam swirled in the air, fogging the mirrors as you watched him mix the salts into the water. He moved with practised ease, like this act of self care was something he gave himself often.

When the tub was full, nearly to the brim, Coriolanus turned to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and care. You wouldn’t disillusion yourself into thinking that he loved you. Coriolanus Snow didn’t love people. He used them. You knew this; he knew this. The only people that didn’t were the rest of high society. Minus your mother. She liked that side of him.

She had told you all about what he did with Sejanus, how he turned on his friend of years. You didn’t quite understand why people thought they were friends; clear to you that Coriolanus wanted to harm Sejanus every time he was around. But Sejanus was rich, so he acted like he cared.

“It’s ready,” his voice was calm, rolling over you, soothing a level of anxiety.

You nodded, afraid to speak, but you wanted to show him you appreciate his efforts. So you smiled, hoping that it communicated everything that you felt while he picked you up and slid you into the tub.

He stood beside the tub. There was something on the verge of coming out, but he didn’t know what. Maybe he was going to tell you how beautiful he found you, how you’ve grown on him, how you're someone he views as a person now and not a pawn. But he was afraid of breaking the spell.

“Join me?” He nodded and got into the tub behind you, the warm water enveloping you both.

Settled between his legs, you leaned back against his chest. You closed your eyes, letting the warm waters soothe you.

Coriolanus couldn’t believe that he finally had the chance to sleep with you. He had been thinking about it for months and now he finally had. The breaking out of the role proved worth it. He had half hoped that the feeling of needing you would go away, that he could go back to how things used to be before the whole charade started. But you fit so perfectly against him. How far would the act go? Would your mother one day tell him the show was over and to leave you alone? He doubted it.

She would be more likely to let him take you for real, all to see what kind of mind a child between you would have. She’d mould you into the perfect partner for him, a perfect mother for your son. That’d be one way to keep you forever. You were attached to your familial bonds. A baby would be the epitome of that.

He felt you shift, eyes snapping to meet your own.

You had opened your eyes, meeting Coriolanus’s gaze. Tonight was a turning point. Everything between you was new, raw and red, a fresh cut, bleeding freely.

Without saying a word, you leaned in and kissed Coriolanus. His lips were soft and warm. It held him as you turned to face him, water sloshing out the sides of the tub. Your hands grabbed his face, giving you stability, as his hand found the underside of your ass.

The kiss deepened, and your bodies pressed closer together. He was hard again. His erection bobbing against your thigh.

You smirked. “Want to go another round?”

You were out of the bath and back on his bed, bouncing on his dick within minutes.

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The ache between your legs woke you up, the sunlight streaming in from the massive windows of Coriolanus’ room. He was asleep beside you, one hand resting on his chest. He looked so serene, like this, so harmless. You couldn’t help but stare at him. He looked so different from the man you had first met. 

You had seen him on the Academy’s campus throughout the years, always so composed and covered. His every action was calculated and shrewd. The question of how no one else could pick up on that besides you was never answered. He was self-imposed, only ever really caring about himself and his family. 

Of course, you had witnessed everything with Lucy Gray, being in the lab when he sent the jabber-jay to your mother that condemned Sejanus to death. You had been there when your mother received him back in the Capitol and informed him he’d be studying under her. That was probably why he didn’t like you for the longest time. You were born lucky, a future laid out for you. Similarly to Sejanus, you had someone to get you out of trouble, too. You just didn’t push the envelope like Sejanus had. 

The times had changed though, and now the two of you were friends. Friends with great sexual chemistry, it seemed. But you had seen behind the mask the darkness inside him, overshadowing something else. Compassion maybe? It was hard to say. 

The question of how last night would impact things still hung in the air while he slept peacefully next to you. As much as you would have liked to keep watching him sleep, continuing your internal monologue on what made you anxious over the future, you were hungry. 

So you slipped out of the bed, grabbed his button-up shirt from last night and ventured out of the room in search of the kitchen after washing your face, thankful he had a whole skincare routine for you to use. The smell of the coffee you made was a welcomed distraction and very much needed. The silence of the penthouse was off. Your own house is filled with background noise, be it your father hosting guests, or the radio he always keeps on playing.

You couldn’t deny the attraction you had to Coriolanus. Last night was better than you had imagined. But you also knew how dangerous it was moving forward. You risked getting lost in the passion of it all and thus losing sight of the reality of the situation. Whatever growing feelings you had for him, there was no way he returned them. Coriolanus didn’t feel things for people besides contempt. 

How would the two of you go forward? Would sleeping together be a one off? A fluke? Or would it be something the two of you would do whenever you felt like it? You hoped it was the latter. You didn’t think you could get back to just getting off on thoughts of him. It was better to get off on him. 

As you sipped on your coffee, the remnants of Copriolanus’ cologne on his shirt, you decided to roll with the tide. Only time could tell what was going to happen between you now.

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Coriolanus normally woke up with a start. A jump into an ice bath, a shock to his senses. A habit left over from the war. He never woke slowly and gently, his senses warming up rather than being turned on blast. It made him feel disoriented.

But he was doing just that, rubbing his eyes and looking for you. The side of the bed you had fallen asleep on cold to the touch. 

A spark of paranoia lighting in him. Did you run away too? You weren’t allowed to do that. Even if you ran, your mother would hand you back to him with a smile. 

“Y/N?” he called out, getting up and putting on his boxer briefs. His shirt was missing, as was your dress.

He padded across the wooden floors, warmed by underfloor heating, going into the bathroom first. His mind was racing, searching for an explanation for your absence rather than you having run from him. The beating of his heart picking up with every moment. Looking over every corner of the room and still not finding you. 

So he went into the dressing room. Maybe you were looking for something to wear? But you weren’t there either. 

A rage built in him. How dare you run away from him, escape from his grasp, to leave without a word? Did you think you could get away with it, humiliating him like this? Frustration gnawed at him, chewing on his bones like a sick mutt with a bone. You were so stupid. Surely you knew you’d see him later today. You had a press event for the upcoming games to attend. The both of you scheduled to be interviewed by Lucky Flickerman about your work and your relationship.

“Breathe Coriolanus.” he reminded himself, focusing on finding you. What he did when he did is yet to be determined. Maybe he’d embarrass you live on TV. 

Leaving the dressing room, he moved into his sitting room. You weren’t there either. But he could smell something. Coffee, freshly made, still hanging in the air. 

There you were, sat in the kitchen on the counter staring out of the window defenceless. You were just in his button up, hanging off your shoulder. 

“You should have woken me.” you jumped, apparently too lost in your own head to hear him walk into the room. You smiled when you looked at him. 

“You looked peaceful. Didn’t want to ruin it for you.”

It was interesting you hadn’t left. It showed him you wanted to be around him, to share space with him. Your feet swung lightly as you sat there, sipping your coffee. “Do you want a cup?”

“No, I’m fine,” he replied, rigid as he stood there, eyes fixated on you.

“Suit yourself.” You shrugged. His loss, really. The coffee was wonderful. 

“I’ve been thinking about our press event later.”

“Oh yes! Tigris told me she had made something for the both of us to wear. Something about looking like a unified front.”

You were acting like everything was normal, like he hadn’t made you scream his night last night till your voice was nothing but a whisper. He was still reeling from it. Were you moving on from it entirely? Unphased by it all? 

He hummed. “I’m sure whatever it is will be fine.” Tigris was good at what she did. 

You began rambling about the press event, what you thought you should do. How you wanted to divvy up talking points. So business focused. He admired that part of you, your ability to compartmentalise and focus on the important things. But he wanted to talk about what had transpired between you, his hunger for you not satisfied. 

You, sitting there in his shirt, in his kitchen, drinking his coffee. Hair messily pulled away from your face, bare of any makeup. You were cute like this. It makes you look younger. Less like the imposing figure you really were. 

He could still feel your mouth against him as you moaned into it. He wanted to feel it again. To crash against you like the waves did. 

“Corio, are you listening?” you snapped at him, trying to get his attention. 

The question was like a hot coal in his mouth. “Did you enjoy last night?”

“I did.” you look shocked he asked, like you expected him to never mention it again, putting your coffee down out of the way. “It was good.” 

“How good?” 

“Good enough.” He didn’t like where this was going. “That I’d do it again. If you want to.” That was the answer he wanted to hear. 

He moved towards you, settling in between your legs with his hands on the counter, trapping you between his arms. The air between you two cracking with electricity. “Good.” 

“Good.” 

It wasn’t clear which one of you made the first move, but you met in the middle, drawn together like magnets. Your arms wrapped around his neck, hands once again in his hair. If you didn’t make it clear enough last night that you liked his hair, it was transparent in the morning light. 

He snuck his hands under your shirt, his shirt, and tugged you closer by the waist, deepening the kiss. His tongue danced against yours, both of you trying to find dominance in the kiss. But he didn’t play fair, and he picked up you, grinding his growing erection into your exposed pussy. The fabric of his boxers rubbing hard against your already sensitive clit. You moaned, losing the battle. 

“Take me to your room.”

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Tigris looked surprised when the two of you showed up at her shop together. She expected you each to arrive alone and at different times, Coriolanus had never bothered accepting the joint invitation. Your face flushed, a slight sheen to it, and he was brooding like he normally was.

But she knew not to question her cousin, afraid of his reaction and temper. She was more surprised when she took you into a dressing room and found a wealth of hickies dotting your chest and neck. 

“Well,” she spoke. “This complicates what I had in mind for you today.”

You couldn’t help but snort at that. “Trust me, I was just as shocked as you were.” It was 50/50 on how shocking it was. Coriolanus had always been possessive. These marks a manifestation of it, but it was shocking he felt possessive of you.”

“It’s fine. I made something else in case you didn’t want to wear a gown. You had said before that you were more of a pants person.” She went into the attached room to pull pieces for you to wear.

Tigris returned with a black two-piece pantsuit set. The blazer had a piece of red silk that was pinned over the right shoulder that flowed down the back, beyond the length of the blazer, and pinned to the left hip of the piece, crossing over the front. The end of it pulled through the pinning to make it hang parallel to the back part of it. 

“Tigris is incredible!” your hands itched to put it on, knowing full well you’d have to wait for the hair and makeup team to get here first.

“Thank you,” she smiled, pleased with your reaction. “I thought you might like it. Corio’s getting something similar. I think you should wear a turtleneck today, though. Given the hickies.” 

“Good idea.”

Curiosity got the best of Tigris. “Will Corio be needing one as well?”

“Yes.” 

Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. Obviously she had known you’d slept with your share of Capitol’s men, but Coriolanus? Sleeping together as you implied by that statement meant things had become more serious that she thought. Weren’t the two of you only supposed to be acting as lovers, not being them? Though she corrected herself, Corio didn’t know how to love anymore. Whatever had happened in 12 had changed him, and that scared her. She could hardly recognise the boy she raised. 

She is worried about you. Tigris knew you were strong and highly analytical. But Coriolanus was a dark man, willing to use even her to get what he wanted. His own flesh and blood. He was capable of great cruelty and she worried you’d get hurt in the end. She liked you too, considered you her friend. 

Tigris needed to speak to Coriolanus. Hair and makeup would be there in a moment, the cares having just pulled in up front, so she could let them in and then go get her cousin ready.

“That’s hair and makeup,” you noticed a shift in her demeanour. “I’ll let them in and then go get Corio ready. See you soon.” 

After she let the crew in and directed them to you, she went into the room assigned to Coriolanus. He was scrolling through a communicuff, no doubt plotting something. 

“Corio,” she began, voice low and steady, “I need to talk to you.’ 

Coriolanus looked up from the communicuff, the haunting lack of emotion in his eyes scaring her. “What is it, Tigris?” His voice was cold and detached. 

He used to be so kind, so sweet. She had seen so much good in him. But he got close to your mother, and he changed. He went to 13 still her Corio and came back as someone else. Someone cruel and manipulative, a user. 

“I’m worried,” she was fearful of his reaction, but Tigris had to try, her voice trembling slightly. “Y/N isn’t someone you can mess with. She’s not a pawn in your games.I won’t let you hurt her.” 

Hurt you? Sure, Coriolanus thought about hurting you, but it was becoming less and less. Plus, now he knew if he told you want to do, with an explanation of his reasoning and why, you’d agree. You both were the same, always playing a front and dissecting people. He didn’t know how Tigris didn’t see that about you. That you, though you avoided the violent extremes he’d taken, were sides of the same coin. 

Dr. Gaul was right every time she called you the best actor the world will ever know. 

“You think I could hurt Y/N?” 

“You’ve hurt people.”

He’s annoyed now. “Y/N Gaul, daughter of my mentor who holds my entire future in her hands. Yes, let me just ruin any respect she has for me and hurt her daughter and throw my life away.” The last time someone had hurt you, they had their fingers melted down to the bone and were “relocated” to District 11.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Do you think me stupid?” 

“No.” Tigris’ voice a whimper. 

“Then you shouldn’t know that I would never hurt her. She’s useful. Dr. Gaul has been preparing her to be my right hand when I become head gamemaker. She’s just as bad as me, you know?”

There was no arguing with him, Tigris knew this. 

“Do you love her?” So many questions from Tigris today.

Did he love you? No. Did he like you? Yes. Coriolanus was not a lover, the only thing he loved was power. But he liked you. You were just as ambitious as him, and you were smart. The near year the two of you had been working together proved that, and then the past 10 months in your “relationship” had only earned you more of his respect. You knew exactly how to meet his needs and make every interaction benefit him.

Now there was the added benefit of him being able to fuck you like he wanted. Just like you wanted to. “No, I don’t love her. I like her though. She’s a friend.” 

“A friend?”

“A friend.”

“Friends don’t do the things the two of you do Corio.” he wouldn’t know. You were his first friend. “And besides, love doesn’t have to be a weakness, it can be a strength.” 

Coriolanus laughed, a harsh sound in the room. “You’re a dreamer, Tigris,” he spoke. |An idealist unable to let go of naivety.”

She shoved his matching suit into his arms, the turtleneck on top. “I know someone has hurt you, Corio, no matter how much you deny whatever happened to you in 12, it’s clear to me.” Tigris was angry now. “But you can’t let that hurt poison your heart.” 

He smiled, taking the clothes. “Thanks for the advice.” His sarcasm cutting.

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“Ladies and Gentleman welcome back to the lead up to the 16th Hunger Games!” Lucretius Flickerman knew how to get the crowd going. The small arena filled with Capitol citizens all excited to be there and watch him interview Coriolanus Snow and Y/N Gaul. “We’re a month and half away from 24 tributes joining us here in the Capitol before they go off to the arena.”

The cheers rang through the hall.

“Tonight we celebrate our gamemakers and the wonderful work that they do. Led by Dr. Gaul, the games have only gotten better and better, and she credits her protégé, the one, the only, the young Coriolanus Snow!” That was Coriolanus’ queue to come out on the stage. “You all know him and we all love him!”

Action. 

He threw his hand up, waving to the crowd and camera, smiling widely. Like he was the happiest he’s ever been to be out on the stage. He enjoyed the people screaming his name, his status above them. The frenzy of fans is a deafening crescendo. 

With a flourish, he bowed deep and dramatically, then moved to take his seat.

They set the chairs up on a raised platform in the centre of the stage. A small table between them. Lucretius’ side had one chair, while his and yours had two. Behind them was a wall of screens, no doubt for pulling up clips and design schematics from the past games pods.

 “Thank you Lucreatius,” his smile never slipping. “And thank you all for being here tonight, and to those of you watching from home. It is always such an honour to be here on this show, to share my work, and to bring you all the most thrilling Hunger Games.”

The crowd roared, the lights of flash photos being taken. He relished in their energy and their enthusiasm. 

“I must also extend my deepest gratitude to Dr. Gaul,” a sombre note always played well. “Her guidance and expertise are invaluable in crafting these games we all love.”

Dr. Gaul was in the audience, her face prideful. She didn’t care about the praise, but that people stayed interested in the games. 

“And what games they are! Every time I think they can’t get any better, they always do.” Lucretius gave time for the crowd’s cheers before speaking again. “Now your tutelage under Dr. Gaul has always gotten the attention of the Captiol. I mean, how could it not? But there’s another Gaul you’ve been spending a lot of time with.” 

Lucretius’ words hung in the air, heavy with implications. The crowd watching with bated breath, curiosity piqued. Even though the two of you had been to many high society events together, there was a large percentage of the Capitol that wasn’t high society. 

The screens behind the two switch to a collection of images of Coriolanus and you together. One outside the lab where he was escorting you out of your car. The second the two of you at another gala. He was smiling at you in this one as you were on his arm, smiling back up at him. The third was the two of you kissing on the steps of the president’s mansion. That one staged perfectly for the paparazzi. The last photo was you hidden away in the corner of a restaurant, his hand on your thigh while you kissed. This was the most provocative of them, with his hand being on your bare skin. 

Coriolanus laughed. “Now, how’d you get all these?” They both knew that those photos were handpicked. 

“A good host never reveals their sources, Mr. Snow.” Lucretius teased. “Now those looks, stolen glances, the way you touch each other, the not so public displays of affection, and not to mention the clandestine rendezvous…it’s clear there’s something special there isn’t there?” The crowd oohed.

He looked down at his shoes, trying to play bashful. “There is, yes.” he put a hand up to his face like he was trying to cover for him blushing. “She’s what keeps me going when the going gets tough. She’s my strength.” 

You were more of a distraction to him than anything else, messing up his train of thought. No matter what he was doing, his thought came back to you. But every word he spoke carefully chosen, writing the story of a devoted lover, a man utterly in love with you. And the crow lapped it up, a golden couple growing as every second passed.

“Well Mr. Snow, how about we reunite you with your lady love?” Lucretius stood throwing an arm to the side stage, motioning for you. “Ladies and gentlemen let’s welcome Miss Y/N Gaul!”

Coriolanus hadn’t seen you since you had entered Tigris’ shop. It shocked him when you walked out wearing nearly the same thing as him. Your version was slightly more opulent, the silk much longer than his own. It was an impressive display of unity and purpose. Your every step measured and graceful, your shoulders back with confidence. Your hair was interesting today, half up and half down. The back half was pin straight and shiny while they divided the top half down the middle and put into two braids that were there circled up and laid flat against your head. Your make up was the usual cat eye eyeliner and red lipstick the same shade as the silk on your blazer.

You had done the same as him when entering, raising a hand and waving. But instead of making your way to the seats you inched towards the front of the stage, bending down and touching the hands of the kids lining the front, blowing kisses at them before making your way to the stage and hugging Flickerman before sitting down next to Coriolanus and holding his hand as you sat. 

You were far better than him at working a crowd. It went against his persona to be so personal and sociable. 

“Thank you for joining us here tonight, Miss Gaul.”

“Oh please Lucretius, just call me Y/N.”

“Well, who am I to deny the woman!” He laughed, leaning forward, arms wide, before crossing his legs, an ankle on his knee. “Now, Y/N, as you just saw, we’re talking about your relationship with Mr. Snow here. Tell me, when did the two of you first notice sparks?”

You hummed. “How cheesy am I allowed to be?” The crowd laughed. 

“As cheesy as you can. I think I speak for everyone when I say that I want to know every juicy detail.”

“Well,” you started squeezing Coriolanus’ hand. “We have sort of always known each other, having gone to the Academy, but it wasn’t really until the lead up of the last games that we ever spoke.”

A hush fell over the crowd as you paused, letting the moment linger, your eyes sparkling. “They paired us to work on something, I don’t even remember what, but there was a night where everyone else had left the lab and it was just the two of us. My family car was tied up and so he offered to walk me home.”

The crowd gasped, imaginations running wild. Your smile widened. Seizing the moment, Coriolanus pulled your hand up to him, giving it a kiss before setting it down. “It was a beautiful night,” your tone dreamy. “The stars were out in full force and when we got to my family estate, we sat on the steps and talked for hours, just really getting to know each other.”

The two of you locked eyes, smiling. You were always so pretty when you lied about this, posing cutely, biting your lip like you were shy. “And that’s when I realised it.” Your voice was soft, like it was a confession only for Coriolanus to hear. “Realised that there was something special between us.” 

The crowd erupted in thunderous applause, cheers echoing in the space. Your mother looked pleased with the performance so far. Everyone loved a good love story, and this was the perfect front of one. 

“Your turn Mr. Snow.”

“I must confess, Mr. Flickerman. Ever since I laid eyes on her, it was like she was a magnet. She was also so calm and composed at the lab. Her beauty intimidated me and her mind. She’s always so eager to learn and explore new ideas.”

Everyone in the room was eating this up.

“But it was her compassion,” Corilanus continued, softening up his delivery. “That’s what truly won me over. She has a heart of gold, always going the extra mile for the people of Panem. And it was when I saw her at the university library reading to a group of children impacted by those vile rebel attacks that I fell for her.”

A murmur of agreement swept over the crowd. They knew you for being daring, independent, and breaking out of the mould of a traditional Captiol woman. There wasn’t anyone who could truly tell you what to do, except your mother, but she was hardly involved.

 But they also knew you for how kind you were to the citizens of Panem. You never had a bad word to say about anyone. At least in public. Coriolanus had now become your go to for complaining about the people that were around. 

“She’s not only a brilliant game maker,” he declared, full of pride. “She’s an exceptional human being. I am honoured to call her the love of my life.”

The volume of the crowd had to be peaking the mics of the television stream as Coriolanus stood up, grabbing you and spinning you around before placing you down with a kiss. You had practised the move a few times, ensuring that it’d be perfect for display and it was.

Your story is a tale of two brilliant minds drawn together by shared passion. But when the cameras were off, what the two of you were was messy. It felt easier to say his admiration of you like this than when you were alone. The display and act gives him an excuse to praise you.

“So, what does the future hold for you two, Mr. Snow and Miss Gaul?” Lucretius inquired mischievously. “Will we witness a grand proposal, a lavish wedding, a brood of adorable children? The possibilities are endless!”

Coriolanus had never really thought about a future with you, beyond one where he possessed you. He had never thought of one that still was this loving act you two had in public. But he could see that clearly in his mind. You, standing by his side, while taking his inauguration photos. on the steps of the presidential mansion. The third year of his term you’d have a baby, and his state of the union address would revolve on making Panem a better place for children. The baby, a boy obviously, would have your curls but his blonde hair. He’d prefer if your son had your eyes. They were better than his own.

Your little family would be the pride of Panem, and every child you had after a testament to how strong the Capitol was. There’d be a minimum of three. Two boys and a girl. He’d go as far as four, but three was the ideal number. 

He spoke before he could stop himself. “That’s the plan.” 

Lucretius’ grin widened. “Well, well, well,” anticipation dripped from his voice, “it seems we’ve just gotten the biggest scoop of the season.” 

Coriolanus Snow just made a mistake. He wasn’t meant to answer like that. He was supposed to play it off, say that you were too young to be thinking about that. That the two of you were inseparable, and it’d be something you talked about when you got there. This admission of his own personal feelings. 

That he’d be perfectly content with the act never ending and forever having you be a part of his life. To make you his co-conspirator. 

“Oh Corio…” god you were good. You drew your hands to your face, tears dotting your lash line. The perfect image of a woman hearing that her partner wants to marry her. You knew he was so off script here, so you had to assist him. 

The crowd swooned, hearts captivated by the tender exchange. It was a confirmation of your unwavering love in front of them all. 

Coriolanus was caught off by his own fumble and then your reaction. If he could pretend that for just a moment you actually felt that way, his stomach wouldn’t be turning. 

“I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that,” his confession is truthful on all fronts. “But it’s true. I can’t imagine a life without you, Y/N.” 

“I can’t picture it either.” 

How far should he take this? Dr. Gaul had an eyebrow raised, giving him no hint of what to do. You were just responding to whatever he did right now. Should he propose, here and now, on the stage in front of a crow of thousands, on broadcast for millions? It made for great press, made him look so human. A man so full of love he can’t stop himself from ruining a surprise. 

He could, in fact, he should. An engagement made his claim on you that much more real. Maybe he could even convince Dr. Gaul to tell you to marry him. Then he’d have you. Now and always.

Coriolanus dropped to a knee in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“Y/N,” the payoff if this went well was going to be so worth you being upset with him after. 

“You are the light of my life, guiding me home when the night is darkest. You inspire me to be a better game maker, and a better man. These past months have been the best of my life. You’ve shown me what love can truly be.” 

You sniffled, and he pulled out his handkerchief to wipe your tears. 

“I meant to take my time with this. I don’t even have the ring on me, but I have one. You make me rush into things.” Now that was true. He’d become incredibly rash about you. 

“So, Y/N Gaul, will you do me the incredible honour of being my wife?” 

“Yes,” your smile blinded him. He really wanted this to be your honest reaction to him proposing. That you wanted to be owned by him, and he was owned by you. “Oh, my god, yes!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, our two capitol sweethearts, the soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Snow!”

This was not how things were meant to go.

“Now let’s get Dr. Gaul up here to tell you all about the pods from the last game.”

[dixonsgirl93]

I Need You

Daryl x fem!reader

Heavily inspired by this TikTok by Soapsslave (they post stories of the COD men ~ worth a follow)

Warnings: Angsty and fluffy

Content Description: You two had been hooking up for a few weeks now but you had been in love with him for long before that. One night you tell him you can’t do this anymore and he acts cold towards you…

~~

For a few weeks now you and Daryl had been hooking up in secret. He sneaked into your house late in the evening, gave you the best sex of your life and was always sure to leave at the crack of dawn.

The first time you caught him leaving early you had groggily asked why. He'd given you some excuse for a run and you had no reason to not believe him but after several days of this, it became clear they were excuses.

"I just gotta-" He had started one morning, noticing your eyes following his movements.

"It's okay." You'd said. "I get it." You'd rolled over and there was a pause of silence before the sound of the door closing. Something in that sound felt so final. You weren't sure what it was but in that moment you knew you'd never be with Daryl the way you craved. Not with these late night escapades, acting like nothing more than friends in front of the others but you didn't know how to change it, if you even could.

Up until recently things had been great, amazing even. It was exhilarating to sneak around, stealing hungry kisses against the front door, hoping no one would catch you.

It wasn't only the thrill of it all but the way his hands learned the map of your body, knew every crevice and tender spot like it was home. He knew exactly how you get you begging him for more and making a real mess of the bedsheets as a result. It was bliss.

Even the way he held you close after each time; it felt like everything was right in the world, being in his arms.

Until recently because the truth was that even before you had started hooking up, you had slowly developed feelings for the older man and they were only getting stronger. You knew in your gut that this was all it was ever going to be with Daryl, nothing more than friends with benefits. It hurt to realise that so you couldn't keep up with the way things were.

It had to be put to an end.

One early morning you awoke to the familiar sensation of Daryl climbing out of your bed. You thought about just pretending to be asleep, letting him leave being none the wiser but you took a deep breath and looked over at him, pulling on his jeans.

He looked up at you but simply carried on getting dressed.

"I can't do this anymore." You blurted, your heart racing waiting for his response.

His hands froze on his belt buckle. He grabbed his shirt but before putting it on he looked at you, confused.

"Why?"

You opened your mouth to speak but it was dry and words didn't come. How could you say it was because you wanted more? That you loved him?

He sighed and shoved on his shirt. "Whatever." He grumbled. You stared at him, swallowing down your tears. So it was true, he didn't care. You rolled over and waited for the door to click before letting your tears fall.

~~

The next couple of months were painful, seeing him working around Alexandria. Every day you saw him, even just a glimpse from far away, there he was, tormenting you without ever realising it. For as long as you could you avoided him, leaving rooms if he was there, turning your back on him, just being as cold as you could be. Maybe, just maybe, this will help with getting over him but then you'd see him smile or shove his hair back and those feelings would slam back into you.

You decided a rebound was the answer, someone else to be on top of you would surely distract you from Daryl. But who...?

You found Spencer minding his own business across the way. You quickly fixed your hair and clothes and strutted over. Placing a hand on his shoulder to get his attention you flashed him a flirty smile.

"Hey." You purred, not feeling the flirtiness you were exuding.

~~

A few days had passed as you worked your charm over Spencer, getting closer to your goal when you heard a knock on your door that night. It was 1am. Your mind flitted to Daryl but then you remembered you'd ended that, so would it be at this time? You thought about ignoring it but when they knocked again, you knew it must be something urgent.

You pad over to the door, yawning as you opened it. Your heart stopped, eyes wide, very very awake.

"What...?" You frowned at him before realising and forcing a laugh. "Don't tell me. You miss my pussy?" You shook your head and slammed the door. Well, tried to because Daryl's hand came out to stop it.

"That's not why I'm here." His voice was low, heavy.

"Then what do you want? It's 1am." You fold your arms.

He hesitated. "Can I come in?"

"No, tell me here. Don't worry, it's late. No one's going to see us." Your voice dripped with sarcasm. Daryl looked rather taken aback at the venom in your voice. You hadn't realised how much the sneaking around had actually bothered you.

"I'm sorry about that, Y/N. I didn't want people getting the wrong idea of you." He admitted.

You scoffed. "That I hook up with guys, you mean? The way I did with you? Whatever. That's not what you came here for so just spit it out. I'm tired." You were acting so cold but something inside was warming up. His words rang deep within you.

"I came to say I like you and I'm sorry for fuckin' everythin' up with you." He raked a hand through his hair and sighed.

You scoffed again, unfolding your arms. "I'm only just starting to get over you and then you come and tell me this lie?"

Daryl opened his mouth to speak but you raised a hand, cutting him off.

"No, I fell in love with you, Daryl, okay? But loving you hurt me. It was only about sex. You hardly looked at me outside my bedroom. You can't just show up at 1am and tell me this now. It's completely unfair." At some point during your speech, tears had filled your eyes. You let them fall, let the impact of them hurt Daryl back.

"Please go away." Your voice was softer and this time Daryl let you shut the door on him. His face killed you, he had no idea of your feelings.

~~

A week had passed and it was even more painful than before. It was obvious Daryl wanted desperately to come over and talk to you but you held strong, pulling your focus into Spencer who lapped up your attention like a puppy.

He worked as a distraction for a short while and when he asked you out on a dinner date you agreed, seeing another opportunity to put Daryl behind you.

The night went smoothly enough, even as Spencer bragged that one day he'd be leader of this place. You had to hold back a scoff at that, hiding it behind your wine.

After dinner Spencer cleared the table. "Want to sit on the sofa?" He asked it innocently enough but you could feel how the evening was progressing and wondered if you should back out, say you're tired and should go home. But you don't, you follow him to the sofa where he sits close to you.

"I've really enjoyed this evening with you, Y/N." He said.

"Me too." Your heart raced with the lie. You couldn't do this. It felt wrong. Spencer was not who you wanted.

He leaned in slowly. "I really like you." He was almost to your lips but you instinctively pulled back.

"I'm sorry." You stand up, placing your glass on the table. "I have to go. I'm sorry."

"Is everything okay?" There was genuine hurt in his voice.

"I just...I can't do this. It's not you, really. I just..." You escaped, leaving your date and your poor excuse behind.

You go into your house, collapsing onto your sofa. Tears stung your eyes and one by one fell down your cheeks. A sob escaped and you lay down, letting the sobs continue in waves. At some point you fell asleep on the sofa, still in your dress and shoes.

There was a knock on your door which awoke you. Oh god, you hoped it wasn't Spencer. How could you explain why you ran out on him? You were going to ignore it.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice called. "Please. I need to talk to you."

You got up from the sofa and opened the door.

"What the hell?" His eyes went wide as he scanned your face. "What did he do?"

You frowned. "What? Who?"

"You've been crying. What did that bastard do?" He sounded angry. "Spencer." He emphasised, seeing the confusion on your face.

"How do you know about that?" You asked, incredulous.

"I saw you leaving his house lookin' upset." He frowned back at you.

"He didn't do anything, I just left." You admitted, the fight leaving your body.

"Why?"

You hesitated then looked into his eyes. "You know why."

"I'm sorry." He whispered, taking a step closer to you. "I...I thought keepin' it...casual was better. I'm not good with relationships. I thought you wanted that too."

"I did. Well, I thought I did." You admitted.

"Why didn't you say that you didn't want that?"

You took a deep breath. "Because I'd rather have a little of you than nothing at all. I thought I could handle that."

There was a heavy silence as you watched each other, processing the situation.

"I should have told ya the truth at the start as well. Fuck, what a mess." Daryl scoffed and ran a hand through his hair again.

"I know." You forced a laugh.

"Let's keep this simple, yeah?" Daryl stepped closer, placed his hands on your waist. Your heart skipped. "We like each other, right?" You nodded. "Wanna be mine? No hiding this time, I promise." He smirked.

You smiled softly back. "Yeah, I do."

He pulled you into him, his lips meeting yours and he held you tight with a hand behind your head, giving you no chance of escape, not that you ever wanted to.

[inuiiwonderland]

I’m sorry….

A/n: Take this as an apology for me not being active on here😔

Word:678

Warnings: mentions of toxic relationships, slight hint of abuse, and angst (tell me if I forgot anything!)

Mitsuya x fem reader

-

Another knock on the door caused you to sigh as you got up from your bed to go answer it.

Walking down the stairs you could feel your heart pound with every step you took, knowing who is behind that door in the late hours of the night. You finally made it to the door, taking a deep breath and opening it to see your best friend. Mitsuya.

"Y/n…" You could see the dried up tears and how puffy his eyes were. Probably from all the crying he did before coming to your place.

"Just come in" You said as you stepped aside for him to enter your home. He quietly did as you said and walked in. You closed the door and walked to the living room where he was.

"So what happened this time?" He let out a sigh and sat down on the couch.

"She said I wasn't giving her much attention. I already told her how packed my schedule is because of the next fashion show for next month. But then she started saying how I'm lying and that I just don't want to spend time with her." You sat quietly on the opposite end of the couch as you listened.

"She also said that I don't love her anymore and that I'm losing feelings, which I'm not because I truly love her!" Your heart aches hearing those words but you tried not to show it.

"Last night she went out and emma sent me a picture of her going to a hotel with some guy. I confronted her about it today which caused an argument about me not having any trust in her. And I trust her! But then she said that she was going to break up with me because I'm always busy.." Your heart broke seeing him all stressed and scared of losing the one girl he loves. It wasn't anything new for Mitsuya to run to you every week after a fight with his girlfriend. You started growing used to it as time went by, but it made you even more sad and annoyed seeing him still be with her after everything that she has put him through.

You noticed earlier on that the relationship those two have wasn't healthy. More like toxic. She loves to control, lie and use him for almost everything. Even after he caught her cheating one time he still forgave her and stayed by her side. Which caught you off guard since you didn't expect that from him.

But what could you do? He has been in love with her since high school and was thrilled when she accepted his confession on graduation day. Which caused you to cry that night.

"Mitsuya…this isn't normal you know, she has put you through a lot and caused you so much stress! She cheated on you multiple times so why?! Why are you still hurting yourself like this?”

The boy stayed silent. His hands were shaking and he closed his eyes as he looked away.

“Y/n…she’s my girlfriend. The love of my life and I think people deserve second-“

“Bullshit. She already cheated on you gods know how much and lied to you on multiple occasions! Hell she even put her hands on you mitsuya! That’s not love takashi…”

“But…I know…I know she’s going to change. She’ll stop”

No she won’t

“Takashi…”

“I-“ He was cut off by the sound of his phone going off. Text after text and soon a call made Mitsuya stand up as he grabbed his phone.

“It’s her” He says. As he was about to accept the call, you gently took a hold of his hand.

“Mitsuya…” You pleaded.

“This isn’t Healthy and you know it. You can’t continue staying with her. So please…don’t” The phone continued ringing as his phone blew up with texts. His eyes went from the phone to you and then to his phone before finally going back to you.

“M’sorry…”

Your heart shattered as he picked up the phone and made his way towards the door.

-

This was an old draft from last year😭 so sorry if it’s ooc😓

[gabessquishytum]

SO I JUST RECEIVED THIS AD ON TUMBLR:

and now I'm thinking about how omega Hob is now of proper mating age (18-20, whatever floats your boat) and now he must participate in The Hunt.

The Hunt being a 24 hour event where alphas hunt for an omega mate by scent and skill alone. Wearing said outfit, ofc 😉

Hob's a smart omega, he's been prepping for The Hunt his entire life. Some omegas are happy to be caught by the first alpha who wants them, but not Hob. Hob wants a mate he can be feisty with, a mate who will really go the extra distance to chase and try to tame him. His fellow omegas think that's just asking for a mean and cruel alpha but Hob disagrees.

Enter Dream. Dream has been on many Hunts, but either he's never found a omega that smells right to him (or if you'd like angst, his previous mates didn't work out). But Hob. Dream smells Hob as soon as he steps onto the Hunting Grounds and he goes feral. He has no idea who this omega is or what they look like but he. will. have. them. He will murder his fellow alphas if he must.

Hob doesn't make it easy for Dream. They nearly tear apart the entire area with how ferociously Dream chases after Hob and how hard Hob fights not to be claimed. There's fallen trees, torn up grass, a few smashed rocks, destroyed flower beds, you name it. Long after everyone else has mated and gone home, Dream's still chasing Hob with just as much energy as he had the beginning of the hunt.

Finally, in the dead of night, Dream gets Hob pinned down, leashes him, then claims him. It's loud and messy and everyone else thinks Dream's murdering the poor omega but Hob is having a fantastic time.

OH YEAH IM EATING THIS. Absolutely love a completely unhinged tumblr ad by the way.

I can imagine Hob really enjoying/looking forward to these hunts. For an omega he's big and strong, on a par with most alphas. He's fast, he's a little bit feral, and he loves the thrill of the chase. No alpha has caught him yet - they all give up and go home before Hob has finished enjoying the game. All he ever hopes for is that one day, an alpha will come along who can actually hunt him down like he really deserves.

Dream is absolutely that alpha. He's relentless. He may not have huge muscles, but he's got stamina. He can run for just as long as Hob can, and even longer. He's utterly determined to get this delicious, fascinating omega who seems to be playing with him.

Hob is amazed to find that he actually runs out of breath and strength to run!! And by that point he really wants to be caught. He's thrilled when Dream pounces and tumbles them both down to the ground where they roll around in the dirt, biting and holding each other and exploring each other's scents. Hob gets to feel the thrill of getting leashed by his mate! He's so horny he's basically humping the ground to find relief, and Dream is already obsessed with him. HIS omega.

He holds Hob by the back of his neck and pushes him down, and watches as his legs fall open automatically. The scent of his slick is so much stronger, and the harder Dream holds Hob against the ground, the more aroused he seems to get. His attempts to escape from Dream’s hold are more like tests of strength which he really wants Dream to win.

And being claimed in the open air by his alpha is everything Hob has been dreaming of and needing. His body is a perfect sheath for Dream and he knows that he's coming across as slutty and eager, but he can't help canting his hips back against Dream to get more of his cock. Oh, and the knotting? It's a religious experience. Hob's sexy little outfit is torn to shreds and only the leash remains tightly grasped in Dream’s hand.

When the knot finally deflates and the cum is drooling down Hob’s thighs, they limp out of the hunting grounds with manic grins and big hearts in their eyes. Hob is on top of the world. His alpha is so strong and determined and he's gonna give so many babies and they're gonna be feral in the woods together every year to celebrate <333

[pedrito-friskito]

strawberry wine - joel miller x ofc!liv stone/fem!reader

during - part twelve

series masterlist | main masterlist | read on ao3

joel finally gets his head out of his ass, with a little push from tess.

a/n: we have BIG CONVERSATIONS IN THIS HOUSE FAM. i want to reiterate: i love the canon joel x tess. i live for it. but the drama/angst/emotion it has allowed me to create but backpedaling them SLIGHTLY? delish. enjoy babes, please scream at me about the ending 😇

word count: 5.5k

warnings: MY BLOG IS 18+, MINORS DNI, angst, drinking, lots of emotions, mentions of canon-typical violence and injuries, mentions of death, joel is both an asshole and an Emotional Man, tess and liv are true bffs and god bless last night’s episode for solidifying some of my plans 🤍

✨I do not have a taglist - follow @friskito-library for updates on future chapters/works✨

“You need to talk to her.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, Joel, you—”

“Don’t tell me what I need to fuckin’ do, Tess. Leave it be.”

“Joel—”

“Please.”

+

You’ve been staying at Deanna’s. Two weeks now, since your stint in lockup, since Angie had beat the literal shit out of you. The couch isn’t comfy, and your ribs are still sore, but it’s fine. 

The kids are happy to have you around. Emily especially, once she got past the bruises on your face. You weren’t expecting Henry’s reaction; when you woke up in Deanna’s apartment the next morning, he was sitting vigil beside you, tears on his face, bottom lip jutting out. You told him you fell down the stairs, trying to get a laugh out of him, and he’d just hugged you, buried his face in your chest.

You try to keep things normal, whatever the fuck that means anymore. You take on extra jobs, trying to earn more ration cards for the three living in your apartment. Tess shadows you, follows you around every day, and you tell her your secrets, point out your routes, the soldiers you have dirt on, the ones you know not to fuck with.

“She’s the one that beat you?” she asks one day, jutting her chin towards Angie. You’re standing in the warehouse that serves as the food bank, waiting in line. You’ve had a heartbeat in the bruise on your cheek since you woke up, and standing ten feet from the woman who gave it to you isn’t exactly helping. 

You disguise your nod as a stretch, wincing at the pull on your ribs. Deanna was sure you hadn’t broken any, but you sure as hell were bruised. They didn’t look as bad as your cheek, but the pain was deeper, and seemed intent to linger longer. “Yeah, that’s her.”

Tess sneers in her direction, and you have to stifle your laugh. “Fucking bitch.”

You like Tess. You really like her. She’s a hard ass, but rightfully so, given the history. She hasn’t given you much more of her past, and you’re definitely not about to offer up any of yours, but the friendship between you is quick. You’ve skirted the Joel subject so far, despite the fact that they’re literally sleeping in your bed. Most of your conversations have been about the QZ, the inner workings, your smuggling. You have a job coming up, and Tess has already said she’s coming with you.

“I doubt Joel will be thrilled about that.”

“Joel can fucking shove it.”

She hasn’t been shy about her displeasure towards him, but it hasn’t done much to change things between you. You went down to grab some clothes a few days back, and he’d been the only one inside. Tess was out exploring, and Tommy had gone with her.

He didn’t say a goddamned word.

You’d managed to hold back the tears until you were back in the hallway, but you sobbed so hard you thought you actually were going to crack a rib. And on the other side of the door, you heard the radio flick on, assumedly to drown out your noise.

You nearly put your boot through the wall.

You move up a few places in line, and reach into your pocket, pulling out the ration cards you’ve collected. It’s worked out okay; you had some stashed to begin with and you were able to pull a few jobs after you got back on your feet. But Tess is adamant they’ll pay you back, despite your protests.

“First job I take,” she says to you, jutting her chin towards the stack in your hand, “you get half.”

You shake your head. “I told you, it’s fine.“

“It’s not,” she replies, her tone determined. “It’s the least we can do, after what you did for us. Hell, I should give you back double for putting up with the bullshit Joel’s been throwing at you.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” she repeats, and grabs your arm, turning you towards her slightly. “I’m not fucking okay with this. I need you to get that. He needs to talk to you. You need to talk to him.”

“He doesn’t want to talk to me, Tess,” you say, toying with a corner of a ration card. “I have to respect that.”

“And he should give you the same courtesy,” she says as you move up again. “You need to talk this out. He can’t keep putting up brick fucking walls; you deserve more respect than that. You put your ass on the line for us, and got the shit kicked out of you. History or not, he owes you. I’ll lock you two in the same room if I have to.”

“Hah,” you scoff, lifting your brows. “I’m sure he’d love that.” 

She goes quiet as you reach the front of the line, handing over the cards. The woman working the table slides a crate of food across to you a second later, along with two jugs of water that Tess reaches for. It’s not until you’re back outside that she speaks again.

“I want us to be friends,” she says, and the tone in her voice makes you pause, stopping in your tracks. “I like you, Liv; you’re strong as hell. Brave. Best damn smuggler I’ve ever seen. I just…I need you to understand, me and Joel, it’s nothing close to what I had with Nate, or what he had with you. I know that. I get that. We laid out ground rules from square one. It’s a…” She trails off, searching for the right word.

“A comfort,” you provide.

She nods. “Yes. And I…if I had a second chance with Nate? If I walked down this street tomorrow and saw him walking through that fucking gate, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to—” She stops, clamps her hand over her mouth and you almost jump when you see the tears in her eyes.

“Tess.” She blinks hard, waving a hand at you, and in an instant, the badass demeanour has returned, if not doubly so. You continue, “If he’s a comfort to you, I can’t be the person that takes that away. He’s not mine to take. Especially not if he doesn’t want me back. It’s okay. You can’t force his hand in this.”

She eyes you, chewing at her thumbnail before, “Maybe I can.”

You shake your head, hefting the crate of food higher on your hip. “Let’s take this back.”

+

The doorknob jiggles, and Joel’s head snaps up. He’s sat on your couch, some book about woodworking in his hands, a mostly abandoned glass of whiskey on the table in front of him. Tommy’s at the kitchen table, bent over a map, trying to figure out the path they’d taken, all the way back to Austin. “I’m just curious,” he’d said when Joel had asked, his voice almost clipped. Joel hadn’t pushed any further.

The door swings open, revealing you and Tess, a crate of food on your hip, Tess carrying jugs of water. Joel gets to his feet, wanders towards the kitchen, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. Tommy gets up immediately, takes one of the jugs from Tess. She starts putting stuff away, and you step closer to the table, digging in the pocket of your coat. “Exciting news,” you say, pulling out a key ring with three keys on it, dropping it onto the table. “Moving day.”

“We’re not going far, are we?” Tess asks over her shoulder.

“No,” you reply, pushing a hand through your hair before shucking off your coat. “One floor up, few units down. Besides, you know where to find me.” Joel catches you glance his way, but it’s short-lived, you turning away a moment later to help Tess put the rest of the food away. “I saw they have a posting for a handyman in the building, one for the apartment across the street too,” you say, putting away a box of instant mashed potatoes. “Unit maintenance and stuff like that, thought you boys might be good for it.”

Tommy nods, enthusiastic. “Sounds good to me.” He glances at Joel over his shoulder. “Gotta get started paying you back what we owe you, Liv.”

You wave a hand, and Joel sees Tess give you a pointed look. “Listen, all of you. We’re square, okay? I mean it. I’m just…I’m glad you’re all here. Safe. That’s all that matters to me.”

Joel can’t hold his tongue. “That soldier beat you half to death.”

“Oh, you noticed?” you throw back, and the guilt simmers in his gut. “We’re square,” you repeat, leaning against the kitchen counter, hip cocked, arms crossed over your chest. A mirror of Joel’s stance. “But there’s something I wanted to bring up to the three of you. Tess and I have already talked it over, and I’ve done okay for myself given the circumstance, but I could use you, all three of you.” Your eyes flick from Tommy to Joel and back again, so quick he nearly misses it. “It’s a risk, I won’t lie, but I’ve got dirt on half the soldiers in this QZ. And I know exactly what to give them to keep their mouths shut.” 

“You already know I’m in,” Tess says, bumping her hip into yours. There’s a tiny grin on your face, the bruising along your cheek pinching slightly. “There are still connections from Baltimore we can use. Between the four of us, we could be living like kings, for a change.”

You nod. “Either way, it’s an offer. I trust you all enough that you’ll keep it secret, but if you want in, my door’s always open.” You pause. “But I do want my keys back.”

“I’m game,” Tommy says, leaning back in his chair. “You tell me where and when, Liv, and I’m there.”

“Same,” Tess agrees, “but we’re still paying you back.”

Joel can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Are you out of your damn minds? Both of you?” He stares at Tommy when his brother turns to face him, glances at Tess when she steps forward and plants her hands on the kitchen table. “We just got safe again, and already you want to put that in jeopardy?”

Tess scoffs, and the sound makes Joel blood boil. There’s too much happening. The guilt never leaves, but seeing you, hearing your voice, it makes it that much worse, and Tess looking at him like he’s a fucking idiot doesn’t help matters.

“We pulled a lot of bad shit to stay alive out there, Joel,” she says, her tone stern. “Baltimore was no different. I highly doubt a bit of smuggling is going to fuck with our reputations.”

“Your records are clean,” you offer, your voice placating. It makes the hair on the back of Joel’s neck stand on end. “When Cowan brought you through, he wiped them. Tommy’s is already clean, otherwise they wouldn’t have let him through to start with.” You lift your hands. “It’s just an offer, Joel.”

How have you managed to make his own name feel like a punch to the gut?

“I’ll show you to the apartment,” you say, grabbing the keys off the table, putting a hand on Tess’s shoulder. “You guys can talk it out. There’s no pressure. I’ve got a job in a few days, and—”

“I already told you, I’m going with you,” Tess says, and Joel’s brows raise.

“Tess—”

“Shut up, Joel.” She turns towards the door. “Let’s go.”

You swallow, hard enough that Joel can see your throat bob from where he’s standing. Tess grabs her jacket, gestures at Tommy to do the same, and his brother gets to his feet. You hold open the door, and Joel follows Tess and Tommy out. He tries to catch your eye as he walks past you, but your gaze drops to the floor.

Their unit is one floor up, three down from yours. You unlock the door before handing the keys to Tess, let it swing inwards. It looks about the same as yours, save for the floral wallpaper. It’s a bit bigger, an actual separate bedroom, another bed tucked in one corner, a room divider that’s seen better days blocking it off. He’s surprised, almost, that there’s furniture, even blankets on the beds, and follows his brother inside. Tess wanders, and you hang in the doorway, leaned against the jamb.

“I found some stuff at the donation warehouse,” you say, scratching the back of your neck. “People will leave all kinds of shit down there, stuff they don’t need. The mattresses aren’t great, but I cleaned them best I could, and there’s some clothes too.” Joel turns to look at you, and your eyes move away from his again. “And, if you’re game for smuggling, when knows what else we might find.”

Tommy walks back over to where you’re stood, slings an arm around your neck, pulling you against him. “You’re an angel, Liv. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you reply, leaning your head against Tommy’s chest, and Joel ignores the zip of…is that jealousy surging through his gut? Fuck.

But it turns into guilt just as quick, makes something mean bubble out of his mouth before he can stop it. “You shouldn’t have done this.” He doesn’t look at you, not directly, but from the corner of his eye, sees you balk, flinching slightly.

“Joel,” Tess chides, walking over to the door, pulling you out of Tommy’s grip and into a hug. “We owe you, I mean it.”

Joel watches, as you hug Tess. Your eyes flutter shut, your hands hooked around her shoulders, your brow pinched slightly. God, how many times had this thought crossed his mind? How many times had he wondered if the two of you would get along?

How many times had he dreamt of merely seeing you again?

Yet here he is, fucking it up harder than anyone ever could have imagined.

“I’m gonna go,” you say, jutting a thumb over your shoulder. “Tess, I’ll see you tomorrow?” She nods. “And Tommy, you can ask Sergeant McCoy about the handyman gig. He’s a decent guy.”

Then your eyes turn to Joel. He meets them, looks back at you, feels the guilt so thickly he’s convinced it’s replacing his blood. He thinks he hears you say his name, but then your wrench your eyes from his, disappearing from the doorway. His feet move of their own accord, propelling him towards the door, but he stops short, hands swinging at his sides.

Tommy claps him on the shoulder. “Brother, I love you, but you’re a fucking idiot.” He turns to Tess. “I’m gonna go check on her.”

Tess just nods, and the door shuts a moment later. It’s just the two of them, and Joel can already tells he’s about to be on the receiving end of Tess’s anger.

“Sit, Miller.” She points to the kitchen table. It’s not much different than yours, though there are no maps spread across the surface. “You can’t keep doing this shit.”

“Tess, don’t—”

“No, shut the fuck up,” she cuts him off, her hand flexing in the air. “You’re gonna sit there and you’re gonna listen, you understand? Please.”

Tess doesn’t often say please.

Joel swallows hard. “Fine.”

“You need to go after Liv,” she says, the words blunt, laying her hand flat on the table. “You can’t keep pushing her away and treating her the way that you are. You can’t keep doing this to her.”

“I have to,” he replies, the words quick, half-hearted. An excuse.

“No, you don’t,” Tess throws back, just as quick.

“You—”

“We’re done,” she says, cutting him off again. “You and I. It was just stress relief, right from the beginning. I know that, you know that. Nate was gone and you were there and I…” She shakes her head, lifts her hand to her mouth and bites her knuckle before continuing. “If I had a second chance like this, a second shot, goddamn, I would have dropped you so fast your head would’ve spun.” She actually laughs. Her eyes are big and wet, but no tears fall. “She loves you, Joel, and you love her. I knew it from the second you saw her at the gas station. It’s not—”

“Tess—”

“Listen to me, Joel. If I turned a corner tomorrow and saw Nate right there in front of me, there’s not a force on this whole fucking planet that could keep me from him. So why are you doing this to her? To yourself?”

He goes quiet, for a long moment. Stares down at the table top, digs his nail into the grain of the wood. “You said it yourself, Tess. We did a lot of bad shit out there to stay alive. I’m not…” He shakes his head. “I’m not who she remembers, who she loved before.”

Tess reaches out and grabs his hand, squeezes his fingers tightly. “Joel, the fucking world ended. I didn’t know her before, but I highly doubt that the Liv I know now was the same before the outbreak. We do what we have to, to survive. She put her life on the line for us, without batting a fucking eye. The least you can do is talk to her.”

“I can’t—”

“You can. What do I have to say to get it though your thick fucking skull, Miller? Second chances like this don’t just happen. If I had one, I sure as hell wouldn’t squander it the way you’re so hellbent on doing. So don’t.”

“Tess—”

“Please.”

Tess doesn’t often say please.

Slowly, Joel gets to his feet, and Tess follows suit. He’s not quite sure what to do next, but then she grabs the front of his jacket, hauls him against her, throws her arms around his neck. He hugs her back, mouth pressed to the curve of her shoulder.

“And I don’t wanna hear any more shit about not joining forces with Liv,” Tess says softly. “We’d be fucking fools not to.” She claps him on the shoulder, pulling away. “I’ll see you around, Joel.”

“Bye, Tess.”

The doorknob is cold when he reaches for it, and Tess doesn’t say another word as he steps out into the hall, pulls the door shut. His feet seem to carry him down the hall on their own. He heads down the stairs, faintly hears Tommy’s voice calling after him as he heads down towards the lobby. 

“Joel, where you going?”

It’s still a few hours until curfew, the sky still light, though dark clouds are gathering over the city. The moment he’s out the main door, he’s sprinting, running as fast as his legs will carry him. He’s pushing past people on the street, boots scuffing on the pavement, mumbling apologies when he almost crashes into someone. 

He just keeps going, arms pumping once he’s through the crowds of people trying to get home. He has no idea where he’s going, but he just keeps going, on and on and on until he finds himself standing in the same alleyway you’d lead him and Tess through, when you’d smuggled them inside.

What the fuck is he doing?

The rain starts slow, a few drips pelting his shoulders, the back of his neck. He tips his head back, stares up at the ominous dark clouds, hears the rumble of thunder in the distance. Joel lets his eyes slip closed, hands loose at his sides.

In a flash, it’s a downpour. He’s soaked in a matter of seconds, rainwater seeping through his hair, wetting his scalp. It runs down his cheeks, sneaks beneath the collar of his flannel, gathers in the hollow of his throat.

She loves you, Joel, and you love her. 

Tess is right. He knows she’s right. It didn’t matter how much time had passed, he always knew in the back of his mind that if he found you again, he wouldn’t be able to keep himself away from you. Everything he’s been doing, everything he’s said since you mentioned Sarah, it’s been…survival. Fear, that if he lets himself have you again, he’ll just lose you, like he lost her. That someone or something will take you from him.

Tommy told me. About Sarah. Joel, I’m so sorry, I just—

It hurts. The memory makes panic and fear surge through him, every single time. Makes his heart beat faster, his hands clench into fists, sweat at his hairline. But you don’t know that. How could you? He hasn’t told you, hasn’t let you in, hasn’t done anything but try and stay as far away from you as possible.

He can’t keep doing this. He knows that. When he closes his eyes, he still sees those tears on your face, at the gas station. The bat in your hand, the bravery in your eyes. You weren’t the same person he’d fallen in love with back in Austin. But you’ve survived just as hard as he has, and you lived. You’re alive.

I’ll find you, baby.

He swore to you.

“What the fuck am I doing?” Joel says the words aloud, towards the sky, to the dark clouds still pouring down on him. “Fuck.”

He turns on his heel and sprints back up the alley. The rain isn’t letting it up, pelting his face, soaking his hair further. He pushes his way back through the crowds, takes the same random path he’d just run in reverse, back to the building.

Back to you.

He takes the stairs two at a time, ignoring the way his knees are shouting in protest. He’s out of breath by the time he skids to a stop in front of your door, bangs his fist on the wood. “Liv!”

“It’s open,” he hears you call from the other side, and twists the handle, pushes the door open. You’re sitting at the kitchen table, rubbing at your forehead, a bottle of whiskey not far from reach. Your gaze lifts slowly, but then your entire expression changes when you see him standing there in the doorway. “Joel? What’re you do—”

“I wanna talk to you,” he says, the words coming out in a rush. His heart is hammering in his chest. He steps through the doorway, shuts it behind him. “Please.”

“Why are you wet?” you ask, your eyes narrowing, but then you shake your head, waving your hands. “Doesn’t matter. What…you wanna talk?”

“I do.”

“About what?”

He heaves a breath. “You. Me. Tess, she—”

You lift a hand, your expression turning defeated, and reach for the whiskey. “It’s fine, Joel. I get it. It’s not like I expected you to wait around for me or anything like that, but just for the record, it’s not reason enough to avoid me like the fucking plague.” You take a swig from the bottle, tearing your eyes from his.

“I’m sorry,” he says instantly, and takes a step towards the table. You lower the bottle, slide your gaze back to his. “About all of it, Liv. Please. I just wanna talk you.” 

He rubs a hand over the back of his neck, shakes the water from his fingers. You don’t say anything when he shrugs out of his jacket, hangs it on the hook near the door, settles into the seat across from you. He points towards the whiskey, and you slide it across the table to him. The liquor burns on the way down, but the warmth that follows helps with the chill from the rain.

You lean back slightly in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest, staring him down. “You wanna talk, Miller,” you say, and part of him wonders how much you’ve had to drink already. “Then talk.”

He takes another long swig of the whiskey. The noise the bottle makes as he puts it back down seems to echo through the apartment. “I’ve been an asshole,” he says, his gaze dropping to his lap, “since the gas station. I’ve been trying my goddamn best to push you away, and I just…” He lifts his head, lets one hand rest on the table, an olive branch between you. “I’m sorry.”

“You said that already.”

“Liv, I just…I did some terrible shit out there, to stay alive. I’m not the same. But I know you aren’t either.”

“We all do terrible shit to stay alive, Joel.” You huff a little laugh. “It’s just the way of the world now.” You drag a hand over your face. “Besides, you are the only thing I have left,” you say, and Joel’s heart jumps into his throat, “from before.” You blink hard, and he can see the tears gathering along your lashes. Everything in him wants to vault the table separating you and just hold you. “I was gonna leave Boston. Before they put up the wall, when all that was standing in my way was a fucking chain link fence. I was gonna leave. Then Cowan calls the Austin QZ, asks about my family, and there’s no record of my sister, no record of you, but my parents…”

You trail off, shaking your head, squeezing your eyes shut. You wipe at your cheeks, and lay your hand on the table, inches from his. Joel’s fingers twitch.

“What happened?”

“FEDRA levelled Austin, when it was overrun. My parents were in a shelter, when they dropped the bombs, and no one survived.”

Joel balks. He remembers, that night, the outbreak. He remembers Tommy’s truck barrelling down the road, down the main drag where the hardware store was. He remembers flames pouring out of the storefront, shattered glass and the way the awning had caught fire. He remembers praying to whoever the fuck was even bothering to listen anymore that your family was okay.

“So you stayed.”

You nod, fingers tapping on the table. “I stayed. I got lucky, really. Dean got me good, before I…” You trail off, rubbing at your shoulder. “They were killing anyone who was injured, shooting them point blank in the streets. I just ran, and nearly a week later, when the soldiers stopped me at the fence, I was still me, and Cowan made sure no one saw my injuries, had Deanna treat me. Left a nasty fucking scar.” You squeeze your shoulder, pulling your eyes from Joel’s. “I never stopped wanting to go looking for you, Joel. Not once. I just—”

He shakes his head, flexes his fingers on the tabletop. “It doesn’t matter, Liv. You did what you had to, to stay alive. We all did.” He swallows hard. “When did it happen? With Dean.”

You grab the bottle, turning fully to face him, your other hand still planted inches from his. “Outbreak day. It’s funny, actually, I had just been on the phone, with you, you remember?”

Joel lets himself smile, the conversation rising to the surface of his mind. “We wished each other happy birthday.”

“We did,” you agree, and take a swig. “I just got home, and Dean was…he was just standing there, in the bedroom, staring out the window. He didn’t notice me, not at first.” You shake your head, letting go of the bottle, rubbing your fingers across your forehead. “I shouldn’t have done it, looking back, but I didn’t know, and I…I called his name. He turned, and he looked at me with that…that dead look they have, you know? And then…then he started running at me, and I knew something was wrong. I kept the bat right by the bedroom door, and when he came at me, I just…swung. Until he stopped.”

You grab the bottle again, and Joel flexes his pinky wide, until it grazes yours. Your eyes drop to the table. “You protected yourself, baby.”

It’s like everything in the apartment shifts, as the endearment rolls off his tongue. He doesn’t mean to say it so soon, but everything in him is aching to comfort you, the feeling tenfold after being stuffed down for so long. Why did he put you through this? Why did he put himself through this?

Your eyes are watery when they lift to his again. “I never should have left Austin, Joel,” you say, and slide your hand across the table, settling it on top of his, your palms pressed together. “I never should have left you.”

“I’m here now,” he says, letting his fingers curl around your wrist. His heart races when you do the same. “It doesn’t matter. None of it.”

Your thumb slides across his pulse, and your eyes flutter shut for a moment before they meet his again. There’s fire in your eyes, one he hasn’t seen in a long, long time. “What are we doing here, Joel?”

His brow pinches. “What d’you mean?”

“This is the ultimate second chance,” you say, and he can’t help his chuckle, “and we are royally fucking it up.” He keeps laughing, and you dig your nails into his skin, making him yelp. “It’s not funny, Joel!”

“I know, I know,” he says, his tone going apologetic. “It’s just…you and Tess get on well, don’t you?”

You scoff a little laugh, nodding. “She’s a badass.”

He juts his chin towards you. “So are you.”

“I get it,” you say, pulling your eyes away. Your hand stays where it is. “The two of you, it makes sense. I…I was with Cowan.” You make a face. “Am with Cowan? I don’t know. It’s just…comfort, I guess, but now, it…”

Joel can’t help but bristle slightly. “He’s helped you all these years?”

You nod slowly. “Hasn’t ratted me out, got me out of some pretty deep shit once or twice. But he’s not…” You nail him to the spot with your stare, leaning forward slightly, sliding your hand up his arm until it’s wrapped around his forearm, resting in the crook of his elbow. “He doesn’t come close, Joel. Dean, Cowan, they’re just…” You shake your head. “They’re nothing, compared to you. I could never love anyone else the way I loved you.” You pause, chew your lip. “Love you.”

“Liv—”

“But I won’t get between you and Tess, I promise. I like her, and you and me, it doesn’t—”

“Tess broke things off,” he says, and your eyes go wide. “She was right. I couldn’t keep doing what I was doing, pushing you away, thinking it was easier that way. I don’t want to stay away from you anymore. I can’t stay away from you.”

“So don’t.”

“You just said you and Cowan—”

“It doesn’t fucking matter. None of it matters.”

Joel’s brain stalls, for a moment, seeing the flare in your eyes. He gets up slowly. Your hands move to your lap as he rounds the table, pulls you to your feet. There’s only inches between you, the air turning thick with tension. “Say it again,” he says, his voice hushed, almost a whisper.

You close the distance, stepping into his arms. His hands slip beneath the hem of your sweater, resting on your jean-clad hips, and Joel inhales deeply when your palms slide up his biceps, rest on his shoulders, one hand slipping up the back of his hair, wet curls twisted between your knuckles. 

“Don’t stay away from me,” you murmur, tugging lightly at his hair, until his face is angled with yours. He can smell the whiskey on your breath, see the remains of the bruise on your cheek. He can feel your heartbeat, wild against his own, your chest against his. “Be with me, Joel, please.”

Your voice cracks on the please, and that’s what gets him. The tension snaps, and he can’t hold back anymore.

There’s no hesitancy in it. It feels like he’s kissing you for the very first time all over again — feels like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again. The press of your mouth is hot and wet, a tiny mewl falling from your lips to his as you hold him to you, your fingers tightening in his hair. He kisses your bottom lip, then the top, sinking his teeth into your flesh, pulling more tiny noises from you. God, he’s fucking missed you, so goddamned much.

You chase him when he pulls away, grabbing his lower lip between your teeth, making him groan into your mouth, giving you a hungrier kiss the second time round. He pushes you backwards, your boots tangling with his and suddenly you’re a heap of limbs on the ground. You actually laugh and Joel kisses the sound right out of your mouth, licking his tongue along the seam of your lips.

The motion makes you whimper, adjusting yourself beneath him until your thighs are spread either side of his hips, your boots planted on the ground. Everything in him feels white-hot, and he can’t stop kissing you, making up for lost time, pouring his apologies into his kisses, memorizing the way you feel and taste now.

“Joel,” you gasp out when he slides his hand along your jaw, tilts your head back on the wood floor, noses his way down your throat.

“Yeah, baby?” he murmurs into your skin, inhaling you deeply, kissing at your pulse.

“Take me to bed.”

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[hoaxriot]

FOR THE FIRST TIME

pairings. sirius black x fem!reader

synopsis. years had passed and your daughter was at hogwarts. your husband was out and had not showed himself yet.

notes. this is part two coney island! i also put a name for the kid but you can imagine any other name or gender i just chose this so it would be easier to write. this follows the scenes of the movie in the shrieking shack. idk why i wrote most of the scene but i felt it was important and some things are a bit different.

it had been years since your friends were murdered by one of your best friends and your husband was put in askaban for it. of course, years since you had given birth to your only kid, your daughter— celeste. she had become your entire world after she was born.

you continued to live with remus after because you still needed that help and he was glad to do it. his dream became true and he had became uncle moony.

celeste’s first words were moony and he was thrilled about it, soon after she turned one you moved back home but he was still around. life had started to become better as celeste grew up, everything was okay again. you still missed your friends dearly but after celeste you knew you could not stay in bed all day, she made you happy.

when your daughter started to grow you knew she was a wizard which made you happy. time came around where she could finally understand that other families had a father around and she didn’t.

the right age, you sat her down and explained to her in the best way possible with remus to help.

then it was time for celeste to go to hogwarts and you to become a professor. ever since then, life had been better. your daughter was sorted into gryffindor and she had found herself friends, she was happy so you were too. of course, one of her friends were harry potter which made you happy but he had not know you even though his father was your best friend.

just days before now, you had learned the truth about who killed your friends and who was framed because of remus lupin. that’s how you found yourself running into the whomping willow like you had done multiple times before.

your daughter was in there, you knew of it. you watched as remus shoved the door open and yell a spell. you ran in behind him to see your husband, sirius black on the floor with remus pointing his wand at him. you looked up to see your daughter standing beside hermione with fear struck in her eyes.

moving your eyes back to your husband who was being pulled up by remus into a hug, “i found him!” you heard sirius say causing a frown to come upon your lips. sirius had not noticed you standing behind remus.

“let’s kill him.” sirius said pulling away from the hug, you still stood frozen behind remus. too in shock, your husband was in front of you while your kid was a few feet away from you. sirius was older just like you, he has a beard and he still wore his askaban clothing.

hermione started to yell at remus causing him to turn towards the girl, then sirius saw you. it didn’t feel real the way you stood in front him, you looked the same as you did the night he got taken away. sirius has waited for this moment since then, he saw you look towards the kids. confused he sees you meeting eye contact with one that looked like him and you. was that—

he got distracted by remus and his anger. remus told him to wait after he started to yell.

“i did my waiting! twelve years of it… in askaban!” sirius yelled in desperation causing tears to evade your eyesight and your daughter to flinch.

remus gave his wand to sirius, “very well, kill him. but wait one more minute. harry has the right to know why.” the potter boy started to yell at sirius and remus blaming him for the death of his parents. he had every right to, he didn’t know. then professor snape came in. harry then yelled a spell and he went flying. celeste scrambled back against the wall causing you to look at her in sadness, this must’ve been so confusing for her.

then somehow sirius got rons rat from him and turned him back to what he truly was, peter pettigrew. they dragged him from the hole in the wall, pushing him into the middle of the room. sirius grabbed your hand and pushed you behind him a bit.

of course, peter tried to play nice in some way but he was failing miserably. he also failed at trying to get his way. now you were walking behind the granger girl with your daughter as she held onto your hand tightly. she always thought she would run straight into her father’s arms but neither of you did.

once you climbed out of the whomping willow, sirius put ron down and celeste dragged you away.

“mom, why didn’t you hug dad?” she questioned letting go of your hand facing you, you smiled sweetly at her.

“i wanted to, badly. things were a bit difficult down there.” the both of you laughed lightly. your smiled dropped when you saw sirius making his way to the two of you. celeste noticed your expression and before she could say or do anything you took off in a jog to jump into sirius’s arms.

sirius caught you with a large smile as he wrapped his arms around your waist, clinging onto, all the years he missed with you. you still had the same vanilla smell to you, the same grip you always had on him when the two of you hugged.

there was just one thing different— the kid watching you, the kid who immediately ran into your arms and stayed with you until now. you could feel sirius lose his grip on your jacket, you knew what he was looking at so you pulled away still holding onto his arm.

“c’mere.” you said to him as you pulled his arm towards celeste, you felt her nervousness so you smiled at her.

“sirius, this is celeste,” you saw his smile grow at the name, he had brought the name up one time when you two were talking about kids, “celeste, this is sirius… your father, as you know.” you spoke looking at her, she was quiet which scared sirius until she threw herself into him, very hardly causing him to let out a small ‘hmph.’

nonetheless, he hugged her back. you smiled at the interaction. he then heard her start to cry, your smile dropped a bit but you knew she was just like you and cried at overwhelming times. sirius then brought his hand to her head rubbing it comfortingly. at that action, she gripped onto him harder.

sirius opened his eyes to see your eyes filled with tears, he laughed a bit also knowing how you were, crying when you were happy. celeste heard him and pulled away to see you as a tear fell down your cheek.

“mum!” she laughed at you making you gasp playfully, “don’t mum me, you’re crying too.” you spoke pointing at her tear covered face. she then copied your playful gasp.

“don’t mind me, i just met my dad.” celeste joked causing sirius to laugh, she had humor just like him which made him smile as he laughed. he moved to stand beside you wrapping his arm around your waist.

“let’s go home,” he whispered into your ear but then you were distracted by each other again when remus started to transform causing the moment to be ruined.

that night was only a few nights ago, but now you were sitting in the noble house of black on the floor around the coffee table playing a game with celeste and sirius.

games had become something you and celeste did every night she was home, sirius was more than glad to be apart of that.

he finally had what he has always wanted, you— his wife. a kid who loved him and who he loved, giving her a life he had never once had. he was free and happy.

[oneforthemunny]

can i pretty please request pussy spanking with mafia!eddie i will beg on my knees

maybe he’s already overstimulated her so she’s extra sensitive and she cums from him spanking her

if not, no worries!! ily 💜

smut ahead. minors dni. doing a little blurby blurb for you all <3

"I don't know what's gotten into you tonight, kitty." Eddie hummed, a heavy sigh that followed with a shake of his head.

Your ankles were tied to the headboard above you, legs spread, and arms cuffed above you. Open and vulnerable, at Eddie's mercy entirely- helpless. It was thrilling.

"You just are so insistent on being so, so bad." Eddie clicked his tongue at you.

Your eyes were glazed over already, legs shaking not just from the position. Eddie had already worked you over a few times. Alternating from paddling you with a small paddle, to teasing you with the vibrator. Pain and pleasure handing off each other until you were a slick, achy mess on the bed.

Eddie picked back up the paddle, small and leather. You whimpered. "Now," He hovered above you, hand reaching out to cradle your jaw. "Tell Daddy what you did wrong."

"I didn't do anything wrong." You huffed, pouting even through your dazed demeanor. "You wouldn't pay attention to me."

Eddie tsked, shaking his head at you. "I didn't want to have to do this, honey, but you just don't want to be good. Do you?" Eddie pinched your cheek lightly, before reaching back for his paddle.

"Seems like she was the issue tonight, wasn't she?" Eddie's fingers trailed over your aching slit, spread and exposed for him. "Hmm? She got you acting so bad, doesn't she? Greedy girl." He grinned, all teeth and dark eyes. You were clenching already, still sore from your countless orgasms already.

"I think maybe I need to teach her a lesson." Eddie sighed heavily, like he wasn't enjoying every single second of this. Eddie picked up the paddle, letting it skate lightly over your puffy lips. "Now, are you going to tell me what you did wrong?"

"I didn't-" Your gasp cut your sentence, tearing from your throat when the paddle smacked your pussy. Light enough not to really hurt, but hard enough to have you clenching.

Eddie let the paddle massage your lips again, rubbing over the area he just hit. "I can do this all night, honey." He hummed. "Until you learn your lesson."

"But I didn't do-" Smack! You yanked against the cuffs, a pitiful sounding whimper falling from your lips.

Eddie and you continued your little game. He'd ask, you'd deny, he'd spank your pussy. Over and over and over, until you felt that familiar heat prick in your tummy. Maybe it was because you were so sensitive already, maybe it was because he'd never done this before. Whatever it was, the final time you protested your innocence, that last hip had you howling. Body shaking and pleasure consuming you.

Eddie watched, a little shocked, even more impressed. He hadn't expected that to make you cum, but he grinned as you did.

Eddie cupped your cheek sweetly, thumb rubbing over your cheek bone, tears falling out of your eye from the sensation. Your eyes were glassy and a little distant, fucked out from his ministrations. "Did you bother Daddy because you wanted attention?" Eddie hummed sweetly.

"Yeah..." You sighed, a little nasally and breathy. Eddie smirked. "I just missed you, and-and you were working a really long time, Ed." You babbled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to ignore you. That wasn't very nice of me, huh?" Eddie cooed, reaching to untie your right ankle. You shook your head in agreement, whimpering when he rubbed your ankle softly.

"I'm sorry." Eddie soothed, freeing your other ankle. "How about I make it up to you, hm? I'll treat you real good now. My good girl, aren't you?"

And you were. Eddie made sure you knew that.

[donkey-hyuck]

[00:00 a.m.] for our haechan who works too much ♡

~ He doesn’t know when and he doesn’t know how but Lee Donghyuck had grown tired.

Tired of what? Everything.

The year was coming to an end yet he and his members have not. With barely enough time to rest with back-to-back performances and tours with not only 127 but dream as well, he grows tired.

He doesn’t know why he’s feeling like this and he really doesn’t want to come to the conclusion that he’s just tired. Being an idol is everything he wants, everything he’s ever known. Yet he grows more and more fatigued as the days drag by.

Everything he’s been experiencing with tours and movie makings thrills him, excites him. They’re opportunities that happen once and a lifetime. Yet at the same time he feels nothing at all. Just tired.

You’d barely had enough time to see him. And you never call, worried that you may be disrupting Lee Donghyuck who was forever following his passion. He’s an idol, it’s almost like he was born to be one. But he’s also a human being. And human beings can only take so much.

“I don’t know how much longer I can take. I love being there for my fans and being someone they can look up to but it just doesn’t feel the same,” he sighs, shifting around in his bed.

He facetimed you that night. He wanted to come over but you made him stay home. You lived on the other side of town and you convinced him that it’d be too much of a hassle for him to come to your apartment. You knew how hard he worked and you constantly pressured him to just rest. To take advantage of every minute of spare time to relax and just be Lee Donghyuck. Not Lee Haechan.

You don’t know what to say to him. This was the first time you’ve ever heard him feeling dejected. Like everything he’s doing is a chore. You hum, letting him confide in the warmth of you, even through the phone screen.

“I love my fans and I love my members but we’ve all been feeling off this year. We had so many opportunities offered to us since covid and it feels like we’re making up from those years that were stripped from us but, god, I feel so…. lost. I feel so overwhelmed and I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Hyuck has finally opened up to you despite your knowledge of his feelings because of the worrying habits of his members. You recalled the time Jeno called you, saying that your lover was rejecting meals and was cooped up in the practice room. Or the time Mark texted you saying that Hyuck was having an off day and that something was definitely up.

“…. I just… I-I don’t know,” he trailed off. And by no means did you mean to zone out but looking at Donghyuck through the pixelated screen made you want to cry. He’s never felt like this. You have to see him.

“I gotta go now, Hyuck. My moms calling me, I’ll be right back,” you could see the rejection flash in his eyes as he sighed and let you hang up. You felt horrible. But you were going over to see him. And hopefully that would make him feel better. At least a bit.

It was a long twenty minutes of Hyuck scrolling through his phone, waiting for a call back from you and those intrusive thoughts came back.

Were you starting to grow tired of him too? Why were you taking so long?

A knock was heard on the door. First came in Taeyong, and soon after, you. The man audibly gasped and got up from his bed to finally have you in his embrace.

“Are you not tired, my love?” You brushed your fingers through his hair.

“Not really. We have something to do tomorrow so there’s not really any point of me forcing myself to sleep,” he looks over to the digital clock. Just past midnight, “I guess later on.”

The room grows quiet. You’re both laying on your sides with Hyuck’s face hiding in your chest with your fingers running through his locks and your chin rested on the crown of his head.

All goes well until the tears managed to escape the sockets of his eyes. Immediately, you unwrap your arms and look down at the love of your life.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong, my love?” Almost everything is more gentle now than ever before and you grow even more worried, looking at the idol in front of you.

“I just… I don’t know how long I can do this. I’m so grateful to have these opportunities for my members and I but, god, I’m so sick of feeling like this. I feel more incomplete than I ever have but being apart of the industry is so important to me. It’s all I’ve ever known and I’m completely terrified to think of where I’d be without it but…” He breaks down once more, with you wrapping your arms around him so he can let out all of the tears he’d been so selflessly hiding.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” you shush him, which only prompts him to cry even harder.

“You’re completely valid to have those thoughts, angel. I know how hard you work, and although I don’t know really know what you go through, it’s okay to have those thoughts and have those days. It’s so completely unfair for your company to use you for the income, and I don’t even have words to express the disrespect I have for your company to be treating you and your members like that, but I’m right here. Let it all out and I’ll be here waiting for you to cry out all of your emotions at the end of every day.”

You repeat those words over and over again as the sobs coming out of Lee Donghyuck breaks your heart into trillions of pieces. You’ve never seen him this vulnerable before and you’re thankful that he’s opened up to you but every fiber in your being wants to punch every person that’s ever made Hyuck feel like this. Starting with his godforsaken company.

No words are further exchanged as he falls into his well deserved slumber.

You, on the other hand, don’t rest a bit that night, wanting to nurture every hurt that Donghyuck feels and has felt for the past decade.

Strong is too vague of a word to describe Donghyuck pushing through everyone in the industry to get where he is today. With every bit of criticism and drawback, he handles it like a god and doesn’t complain.

Lee Donghyuck is strong. He is the strongest person you know, inside and out and he only deserves the best. You never want him to feel like this again. You’d fight every person who’s ever made Donghyuck feel, in honest words, like shit.

He deserves all the love he puts out into the world.

[calif0rniahighwb1ll]

“You’re all mine now”

a/n: literally so thrilled to finally share this with you guys! Hope yall enjoy my fantasy’s of vampire bill 🤗🤗 (no smut included as for now but let me know if I should turn this into a smut-included version!)

trigger warnings: blood kink, blood sucking, threatening, kissing, fem!reader, vamp!bill (2013)

summary: reader has nightmares and bill is breaking into her room and watching her/scaring her as she wakes up. She don’t know, that the mesmerizing, unknown person will be the last thing she will ever see …

You startle up, your breathing fast and your heartbeat pumping at a tremendous pace as you try to take proper breaths and recover from the dream.

You breathe in deeply and close your eyes as you tried to calm down. „It's just a dream, stay calm." you say quietly to yourself. And then something happened, that catapulted your heartbeat to a huge height and made the goosebumps rise on your body.

A cold hand lay on your heated shoulder. You wanted to scream when you felt the unknown hand on your body, but another hand lay on your mouth, so that you could no longer make a sound and now look shocked and anxiously into the darkness of your room with widened eyes.

A hot breath was in your neck, which caused you to close your eyes in panic and not tip over with fear. A also, very pleasant, but still strong smell of perfume, vanilla and cigarettes stabbed your nose, which made the whole situation even crazier.

"Don't be afraid, princess. I won't do anything to you," said a smooth voice, that brushed your ear and had the hair set up in your neck. You enclose the man's unknown hand and try to get it off of your mouth. To your surprise, he actually read loosely.

You tear yourself away from him and turn on your night light next to you, as quickly as possible to look at the stranger in your room.

The golden light, in which your once dark room was now dipped, transformed his pale face into sparkling porcelain, which you have never seen before. His dark eyes literally pierced you and you could only stare at him without a word.

Even if you had never seen him in your room or elsewhere before, you still felt attracted to him in a strange way. You looked at him a bit more while the silence between you was getting bigger and bigger.

He wore a lot of gold jewelry, which caught your attention and he also had two golden piercings in his full lips. His eyes were dark and mastered every inch of your face. His slightly longer, blond hair magically encloses his face, leaving you even more speechless. He smiled now, tilted his head as he looked at you more closely.

"Interesting, you're the first one who doesn't run away screaming," he says quietly, which brought your goosebumps back to your body now. You didn't know what to say about it. Why should the others run away from him screaming? Well, you would do it, but you knew you wouldn't get far. In addition, it was in the middle of the night, where should you go? He giggles when you still don't make a sound of yourself, not even breathing.

He came dangerously closer, whereupon you immediately dodged to the side and your back now touched your bed frame. Your heart quickly pounded in your chest when you watched in horror as he now sat a few meters in front of you.

A grin crept onto his lips. "Don't be scared, dear," he said quietly, on which you sniff in disbelief. "I'm not supposed to be afraid, huh? I don't know you and you fucking broke into my room!" You are now spating angrily. He laughed and you slowly felt attacked by him.

"That's not funny at all!" You hiss into his face and now get out of your bed. You looked at him and point your finger at the window. You didn't care if he died if you would push him out of the window right away. He now also got up and stood in front of you, which is why you look up at his face a little intimidated, because he was so damn tall in contrast to you.

“Get out of my room.” You spoke with the last confidence you had left in your body, but he didn’t get out of your room. You closed your eyes in frustration.

Your eyes opened again and stared directly into the dark, mysterious eyes of the still unknown man, who was now looking at you. „I don’t even know your name!“ You say angry, whereupon he smiled. „My name is Bill,“ he said.

„Why me? Can’t you just leave me alone?“ You whisper and feel the fear rise again. He looked at your face very closely. „Oh, baby, sad how you don’t recognize that we belong together. I can’t hold back any longer, you know?“ He said, which made you frown in confusion.

You’re sniffing hard. „What does that mean?“ Bill now gave you a toothy grin, which made your knees a little weak. Of course, you would never admit that. This situation was just too crazy.

„It means, that you just smell too delicious, darling. I held back for too long. You’ll love it, don’t be afraid.“ were his frightening words that widened your eyes. „W-what? Bill! I don’t know under which damn-„ he stopped you by now pressing his lips completely unexpectedly on yours.

You were like frozen in place, didn’t even know how to function properly when you felt his lips on yours and the cool metal of his piercings completely confused you. You wanted to move away, but he now held your face in both hands, only deepened the kiss even more and sucked every oxygen and taste out of you.

He broke the kiss briefly to whisper gently against your lips: „Your lips are so delicious, damn you drive me crazy!“ After that, he just pressed his lips more against your mouth. You didn’t know anything anymore. On the one hand, you wanted to free yourself from his lips as quickly as possible, but a bubbling passion and devotion to the extremely gorgeous man, let you be completely confused and with desire for more, you push even more to him.

You feel him grinning as he slowly moved away from you and you immediately feel an empty space on your lips, craving more. Adrenaline-charged, you looked at him. Your mouth now opened in shock when you saw that something had changed on his flawless face.

Like in a horror movie or scenes that were only known from stories and fairy tales, his eyes had changed unusually. They were dark red, looking dangerously down on you. His grin became wider and your breathing faster again as you panicked.

„That’s not real.“ you whisper like in a trance and close your eyes to escape his gaze. You could hear him gigggle badly. „Open your eyes, darling. Unfortunately, you can’t escape the truth,“ he sighed and you open your eyes again.

His creepy eye color has not changed, but he now grinned again. You saw his white, perfect teeth and notice another change that slowly reminded you, that this is bitter reality and not a wacky nightmare.

Your eyes widened even more as insight slowly came up in you. „y- you...“ you stutter trembling and saw his eyes darken, to an even scarier tone of red. „What do you have, huh? I won’t hurt you, y/n, don’t worry,“ he said, but you don’t believe him a word. You were damn sure that he will now take your life.

„Close your eyes, pretty girl,“ he whispered and you wanted to scream. You looked at him, shaking your head. „No.“ you also whisper, whereupon the corners of his mouth rose amused. „No?“ He repeats your statement and snaps his tongue.

„Then just leave your eyes open,“ he said now and before you could say anything or defend yourself, his mouth moved too your neck and his sharp fangs found your bare neck when they bit in enormously and forced you to your knees screaming. Bill sucked out your pretty skin obsessed and intoxicated, felt his mouth with your delicious blood and completely fogged his senses with it.

He sucked and sucked until every drop of your hot blood was in him and made you see more and more stars. You saw black dots in front of your eyes dancing and noticed, how you lose consciousness more and more. But Bill didn’t stop. He couldn’t get enough.

He grabbed your neck more, sucked on you as if you were the last victim he drank that night and he moaned with pleasure at your neck, when he only tasted your taste and drowned into the hot Liquid that filled your body and kept you alive.

When he had sucked everything out, you were only a shell of yourself, when he finally took off you and gently laid you on the floor. He grinned at you, looked at your pale face and your blood-stained neck, kissed one last time your seductive lips and whispered gently:

„You’re all mine now.“ …

[multific]

Dreams and Nightmares

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Words: 500

One late evening, Aegon woke with a start.

It was the kind of nightmare that you immediately forget once you are up but so disorienting, you forget for a couple of minutes where you are.

Aegon hated this feeling.

He hated waking up alone, unsure if he was in a whorehouse or in his own room.

The pillow next to him was still warm, and his brain slowly started to piece together everything.

"Y/N?" he called out but no answer came. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine as he started looking for his wife but couldn't see her anywhere in the room.

Panic slowly started to set in, but then the door opened and closed as you arrived back.

You quietly made your way into the room, in your hand a cup of water and then you saw Aegon on the bed.

"Did I wake you?" you asked quietly as you looked at him in the moonlight. "I needed some water, sorry if I woke you." As you put the cup down and joined him in bed, you finally noticed his eyes, filled with tears that never fell. "Oh, Sweetheart, you had a nightmare again?" he only nodded as he moved to hug you tightly, putting his head into your chest. You ran your fingers through his silky hair, kissing his head as he started to take deep breaths, slowly calming down.

Aegon has been through a lot, and also changed a lot during the last few years.

His marriage with you grew into love quickly and he changed with love.

But nightmares still woke him from time to time.

"I love you Aegon. I hope you know that." his hand ran up your leg, under your gown, the touch was anything but sexual. This level of intimacy shared between lovers and you knew the true meaning, he was longing for affirmation that you were real, that this wasn't just a dream from which he would wake in his awful life again. "I'm here." you would say as you slowly moved him to lie down, with him on his back, eyes staring at you you offered him a smile. "Your nightmares are not real. I am really here, I really do love you and I will not go anywhere. I promise." his palm came to rest on your cheek as you turned and kissed it before you moved to rest against him.

With your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, your arm over his stomach, his arms around you, Aegon turned his head to smell your hair. Each and every night, he fell asleep knowing that even if you were just a delusion, an image in his mind, he didn't want to wake up. He would spend eternity in this dream with you.

And each morning he woke up with you still there. He was thrilled.

Moments with you were his favourite but when you just laid there, still asleep, no duty or House name present in the room, just a man and his wife, he admired you.

Oh, how he loved you.

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