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pnk-berri · 10 months

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Ensnared - Eros Vasilios

by any means necessary, he shall claim you as his own

Content Warning: The following text contains explicit and violent content. Reader discretion is advised.

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The grand ball at the Imperial Palace was a sight to behold. The lavish decorations, the elegant gowns and tuxedos, and the symphony of laughter and music filled the air. Eros, as the host, radiated an aura of grace and charm as he greeted his noble guests.

Among the crowd, you stood out like a rare gem. Ever since that initial encounter in the distant past, you instantly captured Eros's attention. Dressed in a stunning gown that highlighted your every curve and complimented your features, he couldn't take his eyes off of you as you moved gracefully across the ballroom floor.

As the evening progressed, Eros finally approached you during the waltz, extending his hand with a charming smile.

"May I have the pleasure of this dance, my lady?" he asked, his voice a deep velvet that resonated with a touch of intrigue.

You graciously accepted his invitation, placing your hand in his. The moment your fingertips touched, a jolt of electricity shot through your veins, leaving you momentarily speechless. As the orchestra began to play, the two of you glided effortlessly across the polished marble floor, locked in a dance that seemed to transcend time and space.

Eros, an impeccable dancer, led with a firm yet gentle hand, guiding you with synchronized ease. His eyes never left your face, a mixture of admiration and desire sparking within them. The chemistry between you was undeniable as if the universe conspired to bring you together.

The ball continued, and the night grew late. As the guests bid their farewells and began to disperse, leaving the palace, you made your way towards your carriage, ready to head home. Little did you know that danger lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Suddenly, before your very eyes, a group of masked figures emerged from the darkness promptly incapacitating the coachman. With their faces hidden, they moved swiftly, surrounding you and blocking any escape route. Panic surged through your veins, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest.

Eros, who had been observing from a distance, watched with smug satisfaction as the kidnapping unfolded. His grip on his emotions tightened as he suppressed a grin.

As you were whisked away, a single glimmer of defiance flickered in your eyes, a promise that you wouldn't go down without a fight. Unfortunately for you, the odds were not in your favor, for Eros Vasilios excelled in carefully crafted strategies and meticulous plans.

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The struggle was fierce, the fight for survival evident in every scream, every kick, and every bite that marked your desperate attempts to resist. But despite your valiant efforts, it was all in vain as they overpowered you, their strength overwhelming. The last semblance of hope dwindled as they bound your hands tightly behind your back and secured a gag over your mouth, silencing your cries for help.

The carriage ride seemed to stretch on endlessly, each bump and jolt increasing your anxiety and fear. Finally, the wheels came to an abrupt halt in front of a secluded cabin tucked away in the depths of the foreboding woods. This was to be your prison, the place where unspeakable horrors awaited.

The boss, a sadistic man consumed by evil, took pleasure in the torment he inflicted upon you. His hands were instruments of pain, each slap, kick, and bruise sending waves of agony coursing through your body. Spiteful and cruel words dripped from his lips, latching onto your mind, embedding themselves deep within your consciousness.

There was no escape from his depravity as he violated you, using your body for his own twisted pleasure. Each invasion of your most intimate being served to further degrade, humiliate, and break the spirit you fought so hard to protect. Time seemed to lose all meaning as the minutes turned into hours, your consciousness fading in and out, a fragment of your shattered identity clinging to the small threads of reality.

Just as darkness started to encase your battered body and shattered soul, a glimmer of hope pierced through like a ray of light. Eros, the wings of the empire, arrived with his imperial guards, ready to play the role of savior. His expression feigned concern and anger, a mask expertly crafted to deceive.

The guards descended upon your tormentors with swift and brutal force, apprehending them with ruthless efficiency. To any onlooker, it would seem that Eros had come to save the day, that he was the hero in this twisted tale. In truth, his role as your captor was a secret only he knew, and he fabricated this opportunity to exploit your vulnerability, further deepening the web of dependency he sought to create.

As you regained consciousness, bruised and broken, the sight of Eros surrounded by the guards offered a deceptive sense of security. It was the perfect illusion, a play of power and control. His eyes, once filled with desire and manipulation, now simmered with a calculated concern, an act performed flawlessly to captivate your trust.

With carefully chosen words, he ensured that your wounds will be tended to, even as the memory of the pain lingered in the recesses of your mind. Eros would be your caretaker, your protector, while covertly relishing in the thrill of his deceptive game. Behind his noble facade, drank in the hope and longing that emanated from you.

Eros Vasilios, the master of deceit, had woven a web so intricate that it will ensnare not just your body, but your very essence. And as you clung to his salvation, unbeknownst to you, you had fallen into his grasp, a mere pawn in his dangerous game of power and desire.

"Is it truly you, Your Highness? Have you come to rescue me?" I murmur, exhausted from the relentless torment I've endured.

Eros cradled your broken body in his arms, his touch gentle yet seething with hidden malevolence. As you murmured your disbelief and questioned his sudden appearance as your savior, he looked down at you, his silver eyes shimmering with fabricated sincerity.

"Yes, my dear, it is me," he replied softly, his tone laced with false concern. "I received word of your unfortunate plight, and the very idea of you enduring such suffering in the clutches of those monsters is intolerable. I am here to protect you."

A faint smile danced at the corners of his lips, concealed behind a mask of apparent empathy. On the inside, however, Eros relished in the perverse joy that coursed through his veins, knowing that his meticulously crafted plan was unfolding flawlessly. You, vulnerable and shattered, were the perfect blank canvas for him to manipulate. A sense of complete control washed over him, making his every nerve tingle with sadistic glee.

In his twisted mind, you were clay waiting to be molded, ready to be shaped according to his whims and desires. He cherished the opportunity to have you at your most vulnerable, to claim dominion over your bruised soul and shattered innocence. Soon, the intense bond he sought to establish would be unquestionable, ensuring he held your heart and mind captive under his influence.

"All will be well, my dear," Eros murmured, his voice a low, honeyed whisper. "I promise to keep you safe from harm, to heal your wounds, and bring you back to the person you once were."

With every pledge uttered, he caressed your battered cheek tenderly, his touch belying the inherent cruelty that resided within him. As he conveyed a facade of compassion, his mind churned with the endless possibilities that lay before him, delighted in the game of manipulation that awaited. His sadistic glee simmered just beneath the surface, obscured by the elegant facade he projected.

"I can't express my gratitude enough, Your Highness. My life is forever indebted to your grace."

Eros held you tenderly in his arms, his expression a mask of concern and compassion, his true intentions buried deep within his eyes. Upon hearing your plea to leave the nightmarish cabin behind, he nodded solemnly.

"I understand, my dear. The Imperial Castle will provide the best care for you," he replied, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Rest assured, you are safe now. I will personally see to it that you receive the utmost care and attention."

"Please, I desperately want to escape from this place."

With that, he carried you towards a waiting carriage, the guards falling in line to accompany you on your journey. As they opened the carriage door, Eros carefully settled you onto the plush velvet seat, attempting to make you as comfortable as possible.

Inside the carriage, the soft glow of lanterns bathed the interior, casting a warm, intimate atmosphere. Eros took a seat across from you, his eyes fixed upon your bruised form, a semblance of worry etched on his features. His voice softened as he spoke, his words designed to further solidify the dependency he wished to cultivate.

"Rest assured, my dear. You have my full protection," Eros reassured, his silver gaze locked with yours. "Once we arrive at the castle, you will receive the best care available. I will personally oversee your recovery."

The subtle flicker of anticipation danced in his eyes, a cruel delight at the thought of guiding you through the healing process. "I will make sure you never have to endure such pain again," he continued, his voice laced with feigned sincerity. "We will see this through together, my dear. You will become stronger, and I will be there every step of the way."

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The passage of time brought with it physical healing, as your body gradually mended under the watchful eyes of the castle's medical staff. Eros, ever-present and attentive, ensured that you received the finest care available, his role as protector and confidant firmly established. As the days turned into weeks and then months, you felt yourself drawn closer to him. The impenetrable walls of the palace grounds became your sanctuary, a cocoon where you felt undeniably safe in Eros's presence.

But on this gloomy day, when the weight of your past torments bore down upon you, the illusion of safety began to shatter. In the sanctuary of your room, positioned conveniently next to Eros's own chamber, tears stained your cheeks, your vulnerability laid bare in the solitude that only darkness could provide. The guards stationed outside your quarters remained ever vigilant, yet unaware of the storm brewing within your heart and mind.

Every sob wracked your body as the realization of the atrocities you had endured washed over you. The pain, once carefully concealed behind a facade of strength, now erupted with unyielding force. The tightly guarded walls that protected your emotions had crumbled, exposing you entirely to the raw, unadulterated anguish that engulfed your shattered soul.

And in the room adjacent to yours, Eros's acute hearing caught the faint sounds of your despair. A brief flicker of concern flashed across his features before it was swiftly replaced with a cool calculation, his mind already formulating a plan to exploit your emotional vulnerability for his own gain. Guided by an insatiable curiosity and a sadistic inclination, he crossed the threshold into your room without hesitation.

As his eyes met your tear-streaked face, a semblance of empathy washed over his features, his gaze betraying a hint of genuine concern. Taking measured steps toward you, he knelt beside your trembling form, his voice a soothing murmur in the tempest of your anguish.

"My dear, what troubles you so?" Eros inquired, his tone carefully pitched to convey both support and curiosity. "Do not bear this burden alone. Share your pain with me. Let me help you carry it."

Inside, however, a wicked thrill rippled through Eros's core, knowing that the cracks in your emotional armor allowed for further manipulation. With every tear that fell, he recognized an opportunity to deepen your reliance upon him, an opportunity to claim not just your body but your shattered psyche as well.

Knees sinking into the plush carpet, he reached out to brush a gentle hand against your cheek, his touch seemingly tender yet tinged with an undercurrent of possessiveness. Behind those silver eyes, a fire burned with a sadistic desire, a craving to exploit your fragile state for his personal gratification.

The torrent of tears streamed relentlessly down your face, a testament to the indescribable pain that ravaged your soul. Eros listened carefully to your anguish, his silver eyes fixated on your trembling form. Though you bared the depths of your shattered psyche, the words that spilled from your lips only seemed to increase his appetite for control.

His gaze softened, an empathetic façade plastered across his features as you sought solace in his embrace. As your trembling arms encircled him, a hollow pit formed in his stomach, replaced with a surge of satisfaction at the depth of your desperation. He relished in the power he held over you, knowing that your vulnerability made you malleable to his every whim.

"I understand, my dear," Eros whispered, his voice a gentle caress of reassurance. "You have been through unimaginable horrors, but remember, you are safe now. I saved you because I couldn't bear to see you suffer."

His arms wrapped around you in a feigned display of warmth, offering you the illusion of sanctuary within his embrace. A subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, hidden from your tear-filled gaze. He derived a perverse pleasure from your confession, reveling in the knowledge that your trust and dependence on him reached such profound depths.

"You are not alone," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Regardless of the circumstances. I'll always be there for you. I’ll be the one to care for you."

But deep within Eros, a sadistic satisfaction simmered, rekindled by your open vulnerability and the revelation of the unspeakable acts forced upon you. The knowledge of your torment gnawed at his conscience, even as he dissected it through the lens of manipulation. The darkness that stained your past would serve as the foundation upon which he would build his own empire of control.

In that moment, Eros relished the power he possessed, intoxicated by your unwavering belief in his ability to mend your shattered soul. The tendrils of his influence tightened around your heart, ensnaring you further within his grasp. As you clung to him for comfort, he basked in the echoes of your pain, preparing to exploit them to their fullest extent.

A twisted smirk danced across his lips. Your plea for help and guidance resonated within him, triggering a wicked desire to possess you in ways unimaginable. Yet, he skillfully masked his ulterior motives, portraying himself as a beacon of solace in your darkest hour.

As your grip tightened around him, he reciprocated, his arms enveloping you in a deceptive tenderness. His lips brushed against your ear, his voice a velvet murmur laced with desire, tailored to further seduce your already fragile state.

"Let me be the one to cleanse those stains, to rid your body of their touch," Eros whispered, his breath hitching with a feigned vulnerability. "In the intimacy we share, I will wash away the sins of the past, replacing them with a love that transcends pain and anguish."

His words cast a spell, drawing you further into his snare. His touch, once comforting, now ignited a flame of desire within you. The boundaries between prince and subject blurred, giving rise to a hunger that thrived within the depths of your souls.

Eros gazed upon your tear-streaked face, his silver eyes filled with a mixture of longing and possession. In that moment, he became both your salvation and your damnation, a deity that demanded worship and offered salvation.

"My dear, there is a way we can find solace together," Eros murmured, his voice thick with unspoken promises. "Through this sacred act of love, I can help you cleanse yourself of the haunting touch of your past. I can show you a world where the connection between two souls can transcend the darkest of memories."

With a calculated elegance, Eros led you toward the plush confines of your bed, his hands trailing sensually along your body, guiding you to a place where desire and intimacy intertwined. The scent of forbidden pleasure permeated the room, thick with anticipation as your bodies embraced, entangled in a dance choreographed by wicked desire.

Within the intimate confines of your room, Eros orchestrated a symphony of passion and power, claiming you in a frenzied entanglement of limbs and whispered promises. His touch, skilled and possessive, sought to erase the lingering stains of your past, to inscribe upon your body the indelible marks of his dominance.

In that sacred moment, pleasure mingled with pain, and the twisted dance of power and vulnerability played out with every breathless gasp and fervent moan. Eros indulged in the depths of your surrender, crafting an illusion of ecstasy that would forever bind your fates together.

As the room dissolved into shadows and the lines between right and wrong blurred, you found yourself caught in the irresistible spell of Eros - the enigmatic Crown Prince who promised salvation through sin, love through manipulation, and a shattered soul made whole through twisted desire.

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The sunrays cascaded through the parted curtains, casting a golden glow upon the aftermath of the night's fervent passions. Eros, reclining amidst the disheveled sheets, watched with a smirk as you stirred from your slumber. Satisfaction flickered in his silver eyes, for his elaborate plot had, yet again, yielded fruitful results.

Your delicate features, softened in the morning light, elicited a mixture of amusement and possessiveness within him. It pleased him to see the last night’s traces etched upon your skin, a reminder of his claim and the power he held over you. His desires were fulfilled, he now turned his attention to the next stage of his Machiavellian plan.

As you fluttered your eyes open, your gaze instinctively sought out Eros, the man who had claimed your body and awakened desires you never knew existed. The electric chemistry between you both still lingered in the air, a tangible reminder of the night's passionate union. With a calculated charm, Eros extended a hand to you, inviting you into his world of unspoken promises and shared secrets.

"Good morning, my dear," Eros greeted, his voice as smooth and alluring as ever. "Last night was... extraordinary. I hope you found solace in our intimacy."

His words carried a deeper meaning, conveying his intent to bind you to him in a way that surpassed physical desires alone. Eros saw the opportunity to further solidify his dominion over your entire being. And in his grand plan, the final puzzle piece was to make you his crown princess, forever chaining you to his side.

With careful precision, he pressed on, his gaze unwavering as he unveiled his intentions like a prized possession. "My dear, our souls are beautifully entertained, and I cannot help but envision a future where you are forever by my side as the jewel of the Vasilios Empire. Will you do me the honor of becoming my crown princess?"

Eros's proposal, wrapped in the guise of love and sanctity, held implications far beyond the realm of genuine affection. His intentions were clear - to manipulate your desires and seal your fate within the halls of power. The notion of being bound to him for eternity, wearing the title of his bride, would serve as the ultimate shackle, ensuring your obedience and quelling any doubts of escape.

The weight of his proposition hung in the air, the gravity of his words fueling the sudden realization of the depths of your entanglement. Eros, the Crown Prince, the orchestrator of your life, sought to complete the cycle of possession through the sanctity of marriage. There would be no escape, no rebellion left unquelled. You were to be forever tethered to him, bearing the title of his bride and eternally subject to his will.

As your heart hammered within your chest, conflicted emotions rose to the surface. The remnants of pleasure from the previous night intertwined with apprehension and uncertainty, creating a tumultuous storm within you. Eros awaited your response, fully aware that the pull he had on your heart would guide you toward the answer he sought.

Images of a future merged with his flashed before your eyes, visions of opulence, power, and privilege intermingled with the darkness of manipulation and control. The choice before you, though veiled in the guise of love and commitment, was one founded upon a foundation of chains and servitude.

As you took his outstretched hand, an unspoken agreement settled between you. The path forward, fraught with struggle and sacrifice, was irrevocably set. In accepting his proposal, you sealed your fate as the Crown Princess of the Vasilios Empire, forever bound to Eros's will and the tendrils of his intricate web.

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In the wake of Eros's proposal and your acceptance, the palace walls buzzed with fervor and delight. The news of the union between the Crown Prince and a rescued noblewoman ignited the imaginations of the Vasilios Empire's inhabitants. To the masses, it was the epitome of a fairy tale romance, a symbol of hope and unity.

Eros, ever the master manipulator, ensured that the public perception of your impending matrimony aligned with his carefully constructed narrative. He orchestrated a delicate dance of whispers and half-truths, painting your love story as one borne from pure intentions. And the empire delighted in your tale, eagerly embracing the illusion of a union destined by fate.

Preparations for the grand wedding unfolded swiftly under Eros's meticulous eye. The palace, adorned in regal opulence, buzzed with the frenetic energy of men and women working tirelessly to bring Eros's vision to life. Rich fabrics, expertly crafted jewelry, and intricate floral arrangements adorned every corner, a testament to the grandeur that awaited.

You, the future crown prince (or rather, empress?), were guided through the preparations with grace and poise befitting your newfound status. Every detail, from the selection of your wedding gown to the intricate choreography of the ceremony, was curated to reflect the magnificence and power of the Vasilios dynasty.

As the days turned into weeks, you became a treasured pawn in Eros's grand game of control and manipulation, skillfully maneuvered to satisfy his every whimsical desire. Within the confines of the palace, he orchestrated your life, molding you into the perfect counterpart to his inflated ego. You were suffused with etiquette lessons, political briefings, and the nuances of courtly life, all with the underlying intention of binding you tighter to his side.

Amidst the whirlwind of preparations, Eros savored in the power and control he exerted over your future. The allure of becoming an emperor, of you being the one who stood beside him on the throne, seemed like the ultimate prize in his grand strategy for dominion. And he would have it all - your body, your mind, your soul, and now, your unquestioning submission as his betrothed.

The days danced by, the eve of your wedding drawing closer with each passing moment. As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, and the moon illuminated the night sky, you stood on the precipice of a new chapter. The walls of the palace whispered with an air of anticipation, carrying the weight of a future forged in subjugation and absolute power.

The empire held its breath, eagerly awaiting the day when the Crown Prince would unite with his chosen bride. As the preparations reached their climax, you could feel the weight of the crown pressing upon your brow. In the echoing halls of the palace, the final masterstroke of Eros's web of manipulation was set to unfurl, and you were caught in its intricate threads, forever entwined with the enigmatic prince who sought to possess your very essence.

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The waves crashed against the shore as the moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow upon the beach-side villa where Eros had chosen to spend your honeymoon. The opulence of the surroundings bespoke Eros's insatiable desire to indulge in every whim, drowning you in a sea of luxury and decadence.

Within the walls of the villa's plush chambers, Eros reveled in his newfound power over you, his crown princess – his wife. With a sadistic smile that danced upon his lips, he devoured the sight before him – your trembling body, bearing the marks of his possession and desire. He had reduced you to a quivering, needy slut, a manifestation of his dominance and your submission.

Eros chuckled lowly, savoring the taste of power as he watched your dumbfounded expressions, your once-composed self diluted in a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. To him, this was a conquest, the ultimate manifestation of superior control. He wallowed in his ability to make you beg, to reduce you to the most primal and raw form of need and desire.

His satisfaction grew as your body writhed beneath his touch, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. Eros was a master of manipulation, both emotional and physical, and he knew precisely how to push you to the brink of ecstasy. Each moan, whimper, or gasp that escaped your lips fed his insatiable hunger for power and left him thirsting for more.

Dominance and desire mingled in his eyes as he watched his little doll succumb to his every whim. Every stroke, every demanding thrust, was an act of possession, reinforcing the depth of his control over your body and soul. And in the midst of this rapturous dance, Eros basked in his physical superiority, a stark contrast to your smaller, subservient frame.

As waves of pleasure crashed over both of you, your bodies intertwined in a symphony of pain and pleasure, Eros relished the sight of your complete surrender. It was in these intimate moments that he felt alive, truly connected to the world around him. The power he derived from reducing you to a quivering mess resonated deep within his being, filling him with a sense of purpose and fulfillment.

As the night wore on, the sounds of your shared passion echoed within the secluded villa, a testament to the indomitable force that bound you both. Eros, the cunning architect of your destiny, reveled in the sight of his precious doll, broken and remade to suit his every desire.

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Amidst the prevailing sense of stability and contentment, a devastating event cast a long shadow over the empire. The passing of Eros's father, the former emperor, came far too swiftly, leaving whispers of foul play lingering in the air. The funeral, a somber affair steeped in tradition and decorum, marked the end of an era and the ascension of a new ruler. Eros coronated as the emperor, stepped onto the throne, a symbol of unrivaled power and authority. And you, his empress, stood beside him, an ethereal presence radiating elegance and a quiet strength that commanded the respect of court and commoner alike.

Yes, the passage of time had brought forth both joyous triumphs and heartbreaking sorrows within the confines of the imperial palace. The birth of your children, Anteros and Hedone, gifted you and Eros with a taste of familial bliss amid the tumultuous undercurrents of power and control. The empire rejoiced in the knowledge that the dynasty would continue, the heirs of Eros Vasilios were instilled with greatness from birth. They were the embodiment of the empire's hope and future

As your children grew, their laughter filling the halls and their curious eyes exploring every corner, the empire thrived under Eros's rule. The Vasilios Empire prospered under his deft hand, as he navigated the complex maze of politics and power with an unyielding determination. His subjects, blind to the darkness that roiled beneath his composed exterior, adored their emperor with unwavering loyalty.

You, too, had become the epitome of grace, embodying the regality expected of the empress. You, the once lowly noblewoman, stood by Eros's side, an impeccable figure of regality and grace. The years had refined and honed your abilities, transforming you into the perfect counterpart for the cunning emperor. Together, you ruled with an iron fist concealed by velvet gloves, manipulating the chessboard of power with strategic precision. Every movement, every word, an expertly choreographed performance that garnered reverence and admiration from all who beheld you. Eros, ever the orchestrator, maneuvered you into a position of power, a figurehead that commanded respect and awe.

Amidst the political machinations and the dance of power, a passionate night gifted you with your second daughter, Calypso. With each child, the familial bond between you and Eros strengthened, forging an unbreakable connection that neither time nor circumstance could sever. They were the blossoms of your love, reminders that even in darkness, there existed traces of light.

As time passed, the sheer strength of Eros’s strategic mind allowed the Vasilios Empire to flourish, its citizens reaping the benefits of his calculated governance. Under the watchful gaze of its emperor and empress, intricately woven threads of control and manipulation strengthened Eros's rule. The darkness that loomed beneath his facade remained hidden, his subjects blissfully unaware of the depths of his cunning and ruthlessness.

Little did they know, as they celebrated the empire's prosperity, that Eros's ambitions extended far beyond the borders of power and control they could comprehend. The intricacies of his grand design continued to unfold, ensnaring both friend and foe alike. Within his heart, a consuming hunger burned, his thirst for divinity as insatiable as the power he sought to wield.

As the empire basked in the glory of its emperor and empress, fate spun its wicked webs, quietly guiding the future of the Vasilios lineage and beckoning Eros toward the precipice of his dark desires.

#your throne #one shot #eros x reader #eros vasilios x reader #manipulative and obsessive eros #very sleep deprived #brainrot #those red flags lookin' like red hearts

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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AYO, I found this kitten outside. I was wondering as a single mother of 2 guineapigs and 1 newly found kitten now, which one of your ocs would not just be their step-father, but the father that stepped up?

(When we found him, he almost froze to death)

(Here's him now, the glowup is real)

Eros- oh he's so so happy! Taking care of this kitten with you is like a practice for when you two actually have kids! And yeah, Eros is definitely doing the whole "gentle parenting" thing with this kitten. His inner child healing with one purr at a time💖💖💖

Theodore- hates it. He hates anything that takes your attention away from him because he wants to be all you think about 24/7, just like you're always on his mind. When you first brought up the idea of taking in this poor thing, he turned it down. Only after you gave him a look of shock and disbelief did he change his answer and agreed to take care of it. And at first, Theodore did take care of it, but all of his patience ran out the moment that thing got into bed with you two, while he was about to have seggsy times with you, but you decided to cuddle the kitten up instead. Which only made him more jealous because only he was special enough to get your cuddles. Theodore has tried to get rid of the kitten many times, but that sneaky bastard somehow always made his way back in.

Dimitri- he loves it. Whatever adorable little nickname you'd given the small creature, Dimitri given it a more grown up, masculine name (no matter the gender). He picks up the kitten very gently, and bottle feeds it like high protein diet or stuff, all while telling it to "gain muscles, my lion. You need to be able to protect your mama(you)." And it does mot matter that the kitten won't be able to grow any bigger han the size of your palm, Dimitri will still expect it to fulfil his duty of guarding his most precious treasures (you and his son). You have caught him a few times telling the kitten to keep an eye on you, and surprisingly, it works everytime you try to leave the house, the little kitten will start meowing and crying loudly until either you succumbed to his wails, or it caught the guards attention. Either way, Dimitri is so proud of it.

#yandere eros x reader #yandere eros #eros x reader #eros my oc #yandere Theodore #theodore my oc #theodore x reader #yandere dimitri #dimitri x reader #Dimitri my oc #yandere oc #yandere ocs

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fancysomesun · 2 years

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𝕾𝖕𝖞 ( 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 )

" What are you even talking about ? "

Infront of you was your Friend who you haven't seen in a while , he is not really a friend , but he is someone you know . Eros Orna Vasilios . You , Perion and him used to hang out when you were kids , well it was mostly Perion and him fighting and you reading your favorite novel in a place far away from them . This is the first time you see him so nervous and stressed , you didn't even understood a single word he said until now , Something about Switching bodies ? and something about lady Psyche and Medea

" Can you calm down ? "

" Look i need your help in something "

You were quite famous for somehow knowing everything about everyone , A lot of people spread rumors about you having informants everywhere , but that was totally false , maybe half of it ? , you don't have informants everywhere but you do have in some places . You always found other people problems and lives interesting , and who knows maybe you will find some important information along the way , For example , knowing the fact that eros tried killing lady Psyche more than once can benefit you in the future and also the fact that lady Medea is helping lady Psyche take down this blue guy is also an important piece of information

but of course you're keeping all this for yourself until the right time comes

" So you want me to collect information on them both , since your -

you gave the knights behind him a disgusted look

-People are useless? "

" yes unfortunately , there is a reward obviously "

you took a sip from your tea , and thought about it for a while . Why only support eros ? you can also help Medea and Psyche without him knowing and get more rewards

" Sure "

And then you two shook hands

#your throne #i want to be you just for a day #eros orna vasilios #eros x reader #medea solon #psyche callista #Perion Sov Vasilios #Your throne webtoon #webtoon #your throne x reader

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sunfl0wer71 · 2 years

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chapter eight

pairings: eros x ofc (matilda stark)

wordcount: 6.2k

warnings: hiya lovies! so, i know i've been taking quite a while to post each chapter, but as I mentioned in the beginning, I'm posting as I write, which means that as soon as I am done and have somewhat proofread, I post them for you to read. I don't think this chapter has any triggers, but if you do, please let me know! again, feedback and likes make me extremely happy so please drop me a comment!

i’d like to add that if you are in ukraine, then I hope you stay safe. i love you.

STORY MASTERLIST

Once upon a time, Matilda wanted to be a lawyer. Then, she wanted to be a florist. Most days she still wants to be a florist, truth be told. For a while, she truly believed she could follow those dreams. But that was until she nearly lost her father three times in a row - from kidnappings to poisonings to aliens invading Earth, reality hit her hard to show her that maturing fast was a need.

At the ripe age of 13, the ownership of a whole empire was already in the process of being transferred to her, as the whole world watched as a grieving teen wept over her supposedly dead father. The media circus surrounding her was overwhelming, but it also served as a much-needed introduction to what the real world would look like. By the time Thanos arrived, she had no idea who she was: in the end, she was either the businesswoman her father envisioned or the trust fund baby Emmett desired – somewhere in the middle, she saw a socialite.

But as the world fell apart, so did she. The Maria Stark Foundation was her lifeline. Thrust into the anarchy that Thanos left behind, people desperately needed help that not even the wealthiest countries could provide. That was when they came in – the guilt was too heavy on their minds, especially when at every turn there were people mourning loved ones, turned into dust or empty houses where entire families were dusted. Orphans, widows, and parents who would outlive their children. While they couldn't bring them back, they could offer aid, housing, schooling, and security. And so, for the past six years, the Maria Stark Foundation was everywhere. Building schools, offering green energy to less developed countries, and since the reversal, helping with the reinstatement of those who for half a decade were believed to be dead. Not easy tasks, but in her grief, this was all she had.

Still, the world never stopped seeing her as nothing more than a socialite, only now a more philanthropic one. Which was why she was not surprised by the notifications and text messages she woke up.

"Let me guess, we're the cover of a couple of magazines?" There's an undeniable shift in the dynamics at the Compound. For one, they all seem to have set personal grudges aside, because she hasn't witnessed a proper fight in about a month and two, more than two-thirds of the residents and guests are at the communal kitchen when she wouldn't usually find more than a couple there at the same time.

She receives a couple of chuckles, a scoff or two, plus some questioning glances. By now she knew better than to bet on her anonymity. With a playful smirk and a breathy chuckle, Steve grabs the remote and changes the channel, dismissing some of the more displeased groans and protests it warrants. They cut in right in the middle of the commercials, as usually was her luck. No whimsical happenstance made sure that everything fell into place and in the order that she wanted it to.

It doesn't take long, though.

Just as she expected, she was right. Sure, the photos weren't the best quality, most likely amateur shots, but they were clear enough. It was rather funny how they had chosen to only capture some of the members of the group. Despite there being five of them, most of the shots were clearly focused on her and Eros. Key in point, the photo the two commentators were focusing on, was a 'lovely' close up shot where the redhead held her coat by the lapels, waiting for her to put it on, with the most endearing look on his face.

Somehow, she had missed it. Hadn't even noticed him looking at her, too busy keeping her head low and trying to leave without being accosted. But it was loving enough to send the gossip rags into a tizzy.

MATILDA STARK ENJOYS A NIGHT OUT AT THE OPERA WITH MYSTERY REDHEAD – WHO IS HER NEW BEAU?

She doesn't know whether to laugh or cry, because they keep changing photos and good lord, when did they even manage to take so many shots? A nightmare. Someone had obviously been following them on their way back to the Tower because they even have shots of them distractedly strolling through Times Square, her hand softly tucked in the inner part of his elbow, the other hand pointed at the billboards as Eros looks gleefully at them. It was also worth mentioning that he looked amazing under the lights, dimples so pronounced and with a smile so blinding. Even in the photos where he's holding her purse and grabbing her arm as she bends to pull at the ankle strap of her shoes, there's a loving glint in his eyes. It terrifies her.

Even in the only photo they show of the whole group, they still manage to find one where his arm is firm around her waist, obviously choosing to focus on that, even if Matilda's own attention, at the time, had been on her phone, as she texted her father. Their agenda was clear.

But they were also in hysterics, obviously surprised that they had yet to manage to identify him, thirteen hours passed. That was the silver lining: unless they had a spy or a seriously good hacker, they would find it impossible to figure out who he was. Hopefully. She can't begin to imagine the meltdown and revolt people would have if they were to find out Thanos' little brother was on Earth, giggling happily at the bright billboards or sitting at the Opera. She predicted a mess.

"Well, at least that explains the texts."

"Who texted you?" She turns so fast it gives her whiplash.

She'd been so focused on the photos and commentary on the screen, that she never noticed her mother's presence on one of the furthest sofas. The brunette stutters over her words for a moment, before plopping on the nearest couch, fumbling with her phone and wondering whether to disclose it. She also knows that if she doesn't, her mother will help herself to her brain and memories and tell her father, who, she noticed now, sat at the breakfast bar not far away, a tablet in his hands, discarded, as he chose to focus on the gossip.

So, with a defeated sigh, she unlocks it and gets to it.

"Emmett did." Silence proceeds her. Sometimes she forgets that secrets and privacy were not a real thing at the Compound; everyone knew everything. Her parents, specifically, look dismayed. After reversing the snap and losing the one sliver of hope she'd held onto for months, the tears that she had expected to have run out of, were more than many. So, for about two months, she took turns between homes, crying in her childhood bedrooms, hoping no one would hear. She knows that hearing her ex-fiancés' name didn't bring happy memories to them.

She reads the message drily.

"Matilda, I hope this won't catch you during a bad moment. As you know, I'm going to be a dad. That's all I ever wanted, as you must remember. I need your assurance that everyone will be safe. The entire world depends on you." Matilda sighs, so demotivated that even her shoulders slump.

Like Pavlov's experiments, the smell of tea perks her up right away, as the filters in from behind her. The armrest next to her collapses under the bodyweight of the man, and she reaches blindly for the mug, sipping it.

"I don't know what's worse, frankly." She starts. "That he tried to guilt-trip me with our shared past and my inability to give him a family or with the expectation of the whole world." The brunette scoffs.

She stares at the screens. The two women were still rambling about her and Eros, micro analysing the photos of the two of them. She blinks, surprised when a clip starts playing. She must have been either too tired or too focused on whatever they were discussing at the time not to notice such blatant recording.

Matilda scoffs. What a waste of emission time. Busy getting lost in her thoughts, she is startled by her father's sudden bark of a laugh.

"Oh yes. You missed the beginnings of our daughter's strangely domestic mating ritual with an alien."

Her mouth hangs open. Her father looks far too proud of his remark. He and everyone else in the room, snickering under their breaths. Dismayed, she swivels her body, chancing a look at Eros. The alien looks distant, too busy staring at the television screen as he sips his own tea, one leg dangling from the armrest as the other was flexed, his foot close to her back. She is hurled back to the first time she truly paid attention to him, as his face was bathed in the sunset, glowing warmly, his lips bitten plump shaped into a cocky smile.

Somehow able to feel her gaze, he turns to her, meeting her eyes. Time doesn't stop, the world carries on turning, and the noise is still all around her. There are no butterflies in her stomach or sudden heart palpitations. But she does get a sense of relief and security she isn't sure where from. It might have to do with the way his eyes soften in adoration when they focus on her or the way his nose scrunches when she rambles. Or even the way he pets her hair as he watches her work. Maybe it might even be because he's perfected her tea. Too many factors for her to consider. Her more rational side works to come up with an alternative for what her more emotional reasoning is trying to explain.

He smiles and she looks away, embarrassed, only to get caught under her mother's knowing gaze. Knowing, because she is certain that her mother had been peeking into her brain. Matilda groans, wondering when it could be considered reasonable for someone to start digging their own grave because she was certainly deep below ground metaphorically. Emma is obviously trying to comprehend the situation playing in front of her, pouting when her daughter blocks her skilful attempts at getting the information from her.

Even if her mother had the best intentions at heart, she still deserved and needed some privacy. Less kindly assured, if need be.

She takes her chances and looks at the screen again. The two women were still going at it, gushing at the photos and pointing out random small touches that the photos made seem much more meaningful than they were. It feels foreign even if it actually isn't. In truth, she had been the object of these types of microanalyses for decades, but since her slight disappearance after the Snap, they had become significantly lesser. And even if they did talk about her, she usually paid no attention.

"Damn, they really act as if weren't there..." Sam shakes his head, arms crossed over his chest.

"Don't feel too bad, we're just better looking, clearly."

Eros says it so nonchalantly that it's almost as if he's letting them know that the water is wet. It's followed by silence, before the other man belatedly reacts, befuddled, spluttering random interjections to the fact.

Matilda herself can't help but laugh, at first measuredly, under her breath and mostly huffing small puffs of breath from her nose, but then brightly with her whole body into it. It was such a ridiculous thing to laugh at, but the severity of the moment they lived and the state her mind had been in, made it sound much funnier than it probably was to the others.

Still, she manages to reign herself in, to steady her breath and her voice.

"Couples sell more." Realising her grave mistake, she rushes to add – "As do rumours."

"And we're better looking." The redhead nudges her with his foot, winking at her when she turns. He looks awfully cosy and warm and, secretly, she wants to snuggle up to him. And even if she knows that, in theory, she could, she chooses not to. It was intriguing enough that she'd allowed him such proximity in such little time and with so little care. She didn't want to feed into the wild theories she had heard around the Compound the past weeks. No matter how much she craves it, she stays put.

"Why would he text you that, anyway?" It was funny, how genuinely appalled Steve was to know her ex had gotten in contact with her. Once upon a time, the two of them had been close – while Steve found it hard to connect with her father, he hadn't found the same difficulty with her, gracefully accepting her help in adapting to the modern world. It was safe to assume that the betrayal she had felt when his lies and omissions came to light had been more than overwhelming. Now, she didn't know how to start a conversation with him. Isn't even sure of what they'd talk about.

"To remind me there's more at stake. That there are expectations and hopes." She stops, chuckling. "And I guess to assure himself and his ego that he can still strike me, even from afar."

Their pity is so tangible she can feel it enveloping her from all sides. A bit like smoke sticking to her clothes and hair. The brunette chooses not to look up and face them – it's one thing to know they are looking at her with pity, another to acknowledge it.

A finger pulls at her hair softly, where it seems to be tangled, startling her. Especially so seeing as when she turns over her shoulder, there is nothing there. No hands, no fingers, no nothing. Just air and emptiness. She turns back around, but then something caresses the back of her neck. Matilda stays still, body taut and ultracareful, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Relax, please. It's just me.

She tries not to let her eyes show how shocked she is. Eros is relatively distant, and his arms are limp on his lap, it makes no sense to her that he'd be able to touch her when he is still. It confuses her even further when there's another phantom touch, just below her ear, right where it meets her neck, and she can clearly tell that he hasn't moved.

How are you doing this?

Even her thoughts sound flabbergasted.

I did tell you there was more that I could do.

He shrugs his shoulders, amused. Raising an eyebrow, she stares him down.

Yes, but particle manipulation is not the same as controlling hormones or reading peoples' feelings. We're talking about controlling atoms, Eros.

The redhead nods, silent, nose scrunching and jaw tense. It takes everything in her not to pursue his thoughts.

I'll tell you more when we're alone. I promise.

Matilda can't help but pout and bat her eyelashes at him, trying to persuade him to give in and reveal to her whatever he was hiding. Instead, he smiles wide, bunny teeth peeking through his full lips and shakes his head, amused at her antics.

No. But in the meantime, do I have your consent?

Oh, how her mind runs with it. The images it provides are sacrilegious and she knows they won't leave her anytime soon. She swallows through the static lump in her throat, nodding. The sly smirk she receives doesn't help whatsoever, but she can't help but chuckle, amused.

Does this mean you understand the concept of consent better now?

Behind her, Eros' body shakes with silent and subdued laughter that he hides behind his mug.

I would say so, yes. FRIDAY has been most helpful in my learning endeavours.

Matilda couldn't say she was surprised – FRIDAY enjoyed learning about as much as she enjoyed participating and helping with others' learning processes. While JARVIS was helpful and ready to aid with whatever questions one posed, he would often not go out of his way to help everyone (his circles of loyalties were certainly smaller and far more reserved), especially not with FRIDAY's child-like glee. It made sense, she was one of her father's youngest creations, programmed with a learning curve projected to be much steeper than JARVIS'. Matilda often felt that the AI would never leave the "Why" phase, so characteristic of toddlers.

Soon enough, she feels the air around her head change, become denser and harder to move against, before it finally makes contact with her, pressuring, once again, the spots right below where the ears meet the neck, raising her skin all over her body. Her eyes instinctively want to roll back and her back wants to curve, right before she melts into her puddle. But because she can't raise that much suspicion, and because she doesn't want everyone's eyes on her, she instead allows a small breath to fall past her barely open lips, feeling her face grow red.

God, how touch starved could she be to be so overwhelmed over someone using atom and particle manipulation to touch her?

For a second there she wants to throw her carefully constructed tentativeness to the wind and let him follow with his plans. She wonders what it'd be like if she played into his innuendos or basked under the warm feeling of his compliments. What it'd be like if she didn't pull away when he glued his body to hers for no apparent reason, head tucked into her neck, or when his eyes strayed to her lips for a moment too long. She will continue to wonder because, in truth, those were actions she couldn't and most likely wouldn't take no matter how inviting the two emeralds often gazing upon her seemed to be.

Across the room, James burns them with his eyes. They hadn't been speaking properly since his lash out over her apparently suspicious approximation to the Eternals (or, specifically, Makkari and Eros) a couple of weeks earlier and she is certain the only reason he joined their party at the opera the previous night had been to keep an eye on them, for both security and lack of trust in their guests.

Anyhow, Matilda didn't feel it was fair or even justified for him to control who she befriended. While they were close (even in the biblical way), she was her own person and most certainly did not depend on him to vet any potential friendships. For him to even assume he could do as such was preposterous. Or at least it felt that way to her.

That's probably why she pretends not to notice his narrowed and suspicious eyes, choosing instead to focus on the phantom hand and on keeping her composure (which was, safe to say, not easy). Whistling under her breath - she certainly thought that such an attitude would make her seem calmer and more collected, but if the way Eros adds more pressure (and nearly obliterates her mind and nervous system) is anything to go by, it doesn't work nearly as well as she'd like -, she grabs one of the books she'd left lying around the common room.

It was a small one, focused on cultural aspects of Ancient Greece, and therefore a mix of English and Ancient Greece. She'd mastered Greek at thirteen, after buying her first mythology book at eleven and, being so fascinated with it, she was unable to control her constant craving for more information, something she could often only find in its original language. It was something that never left her.

At the beginning there was only Chaos, Night, dark Erebus, and deep Tartarus. Earth, the air and heaven had no existence. Firstly, blackwinged Night laid a germless egg in the bosom of the infinite deeps of Erebus, and from this, after the revolution of long ages, sprang the graceful Eros with his glittering golden wings, swift as the whirlwinds of the tempest. He mated in deep Tartarus with dark Chaos, winged like himself, and thus hatched forth our race, which was the first to see the light.

She can't help but laugh. It had completely skipped her mind that Eros' name was not that common. It was a god's name. Here it was, in a passage from Aristophanes, in a play first performed in 400 something BC.

"Hey, was Eros, the Greek God, named after you or was it the other way around?" Matilda jesters but deep down it's a genuine question. The Eros must be about as old as the first recorded mention or portrayal of Eros, the God, so if they were both true, they would be around the same age, she wagers.

"I'm actually named after the God." And her brain couldn't make sense of that. Did that mean there were actual Gods out there? So many weird things had happened through the years, from aliens to Asgardians, this shouldn't surprise her. He is certainly amused by her wide excited eyes and nervous lip trapped by her lower teeth.

"How come?" She turns, swivelling on her seat, tucking her right ankle below her left leg, which dangles from the couch and choosing to focus on the man. She shakes her head in confusion, eyes begging him to tell her. She's fully prepared to pout, believe it or not – even bat her eyelashes if need be. Instead, Eros smiles mirroring her body and facing her fully.

"Well, my birth name was Eron, just a regular Titanian name. But when I was about five, my abilities started to manifest, and my parents renamed me. I became Eros since that day." Suddenly, he leans into her. Her breath catches at the proximity and at his bitten lip, so close to her. – "My father used to say it was because of my interest in the opposite sex."

Her heart seems to skip a couple of palpitations. If she were a cartoon, she's certain she'd be audibly swooning, with pink beating hearts for eyes. Palm under her chin and everything. Frankly, she's not sure that's not happening then and there, but if it is she'd rather not acknowledge it.

Anyhow, Eros seems to notice it as the atoms manipulated by the man seem to tangle in the tresses of her hair, pulling so lightly it's barely noticeable – to the people surrounding them, that is, because her nerves send tingles down her spine.

"Should I call you Eros or Eron?" – she whispers. – "Or perhaps Your Royal Highness."

Matilda leans on the nearest couch cushion with her shoulder, resting her tilted head on it, mirroring him and trapping her bottom lip as well. His eyes follow the movement closely, throwing one arm over the top of the couch and behind her neck, leaving her head to rest on the muscle of his arm, her flyaway black rebellious hairs tickling his wrist and elbow, as the static forces them in all directions.

"Well, that's up to you. Or to the occasion."

She is ready to throw caution to the wind. And she is about to when Yelena pipes up, from where she laid sprawled on another couch across the room.

"Oh, God. Please don't. I don't want or need to watch you two exchange spit. The dialogue is already disgusting enough, spare me, please." The blonde proceeds to fake gag and the moment is ruined. Go figure that the one time she is ready to give in to the weird dynamic someone would ruin it. Deep down, she knows she ought to be grateful for it, this certainly wasn't the time or place.

Eros doesn't seem to agree, however, if the frown on his face and the glare he sends Yelena's way is taken into consideration. Matilda tries not to laugh too loudly at his annoyed pout.

Everyone seems to move on rather quickly after that. She takes a deep relieved breath when they change the channel.

A stranger walks into the room. He walks next to Phastos, so she can only assume this is his husband. Rather handsome, he is. Tall and lean and the two of them make a lovely couple. She smiles at the sight, happy to know his family had made it safely to the Compound.

He stops right in front of her, widening his eyes and she is about ready to fuse with the sofa and disappear. But then a tear falls from his eye, and she is static.

"Miss Stark?" – his voice wavers and Phastos rushes to place a caring hand on his back, caressing it. Matilda wonders if Eros could tell she was nervous because the pressure on her neck becomes less and instead, she feels something like fingertips running through her scalp. She wishes she could lean back into it.

She stutters.

"Do I know you?"

He shakes his head, before smiling softly and wetly at her.

"No, but I do know you. My name is Ben Stoss. Phastos' husband." - His smile turns tender at the small mention of his marriage to the man who looks at him as if he was the one to set the sun high in the sky every morning. A small burst of jealousy burns deep inside of her, as she yearns for the day she can look and be looked at in that same tenderness.

"But before I met him and started our beautiful family, I was living with my mother in a small house on the outskirts of Chicago." – his smile becomes bitterly sad once more; she can't help but fear what will follow. – "When Thanos came, she lost her job, and I was neck-deep in financial debt. We thought it was the end. The bank was ready to take the house."

A tear runs down his face and Matilda desperately wants to hug him. As usual, she remains still.

"A friend sent me the address to the Maria Stark Foundation. I didn't think we'd hear back, but I was so desperate for help, I sent it anyway. Can't even remember what I wrote." – His chuckle is more of a sob. Phastos rubs his back.

"But you did. You paid for the house mortgage, for my student loans and you gave my mother a job at one of your community support centres. That was where I met Phastos, actually."

She's the one crying now. When the dust settled, and the grieving finally took residency inside of her, what followed was a strong sense of resignment. Thanos was dead, beheaded far away from Earth and without any way to reverse it, Matilda truly felt there was not much to be done.

That was until she saw the way the survivors were left. Even if there were in theory more jobs and vacant houses, the risk of loans soared and just as many bosses as workers were ripped from them. There was chaos as governments ran themselves ragged trying to come up with ad hoc solutions that only helped a few and were unable to solve the problems at hand.

So, she started helping people. Opening help centres where food and medicine were distributed. Where health care could be easily accessed. Where children could learn. Throughout the world, where she felt they were most needed, Matilda made sure they existed. But she had never been face-to-face with a recipient of the aid the Foundation provided.

The brunette's bottom lip quivers and she rapidly wipes her tears away.

"I never thought I'd get to thank you. So, thank you." – Matilda can't reply to that. She is speechless. The work was never done with the goal of recognition. Most of it was kept far from the press and that was mostly because she was in no state to deal with that. Instead, she nods with a small smile.

Ben and Phastos walk on, choosing to seat on a sofa closest to Druig and Makkari. Matilda doesn't stop smiling.

*****

"Can I steal you for a minute?" Yelena glares James down. Honestly, it's Matilda's fault – Yelena is her closest friend at the Compound and every so often, like everyone else, the Stark heiress felt the need to vent. And the Russian woman was not only deadly but also overprotective.

Matilda nods, nevertheless, because even if there was a far too large gap between them now, James was still one of the closest people to her in her life. She lets him drag her to a small alcove by their indoor garden, happily soaking in the few sunbeams filtering through.

She remains silent, diligently waiting for James to start talking. He seems conflicted, unsure of what to say and what route to take. But he also seems resolute and with a deep, shuddering breath, he gets to it.

"I'm sorry." – She doesn't need to read his mind to know he means it. His eyes tell her how earnest he is. – "Sometimes I forget there are more people in your life and that I do not need to protect you from everything and everyone. You are a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions. If you want to be friends with Makkari and Eros – Hell, if you want more than that! That's entirely up to you. I'm sorry it took me so long to come to terms with it."

He ends his speech with a simple shrug, folding in on himself as if he expects her to react badly. She could never, truly. He means entirely too much to her, and so she leaps, hanging to his neck as if her life depended on it, demanding a hug. Slowly, he wraps his arms around her, tentatively hiding his face on the curve of her neck, tucking his nose into her skin.

All is well. Even if his apology had been smaller, less wordy but still genuine, she wouldn't have thought twice before accepting it and putting his mind at ease.

He shuffles them side to side, keeping her wrapped in his arms. Just as Matilda was getting pleasantly comfortable in their position, he sets her down and lets go of her. With eyebrows raised, clearly finding something humorous, James steps back.

"Your boyfriend's behind us." – He whispers, obviously trying to contain his laughter. – "Don't wanna make him jealous."

Matilda turns around, noticing that Eros is behind them indeed, resting by the doorframe. He doesn't look jealous in the very least. She wonders if it's because he's capable of reading her emotions and knowing she holds no romantic feelings for James (only occasional lust) or if he's that secure of the hold he has on her.

"Trust me, he's not jealous." – Matilda bites her cheeks to hide her smile. Then, she sighs when she realises the trap she'd just fallen into.

"So, you don't deny -"

She interrupts James before he can finish his sentence, knowing she is already far too flustered.

"I keep falling for that one, I know. He's not my boyfriend." The brunette crosses her arms over her chest, looking over the former assassin's shoulder and trying not to pout in petulance like a small child.

"Not yet at least." - Ah, there it was, Eros' cockiness. Her occasional lover chuckles, clearly finding the whole situation and her embarrassment amusing. Matilda closes her eyes and tries to come up with a way to put an end to her mortification.

Sucking in her lips, she opens her eyes and fully faces James sheepishly. – "Do me a favour? Go tell Yelena all's good again? We don't need her scooping your eyes out while you sleep at night."

James can read right through her. Still, he nods, kissing her head before leaving with a smile. With only the two of them in the room, she continues with her back turned to Eros, stubbornly choosing not to show her face.

He moves closer, so much closer that she can feel his body heat radiating into her, forcing a reaction out of her as her heart beats faster and her skin rises. So close she can feel his warm breath on her neck. Matilda can't help but startle when the redhead rests a hand on her hip, so big and large that his thumb reaches the centre of her waist. At that point, she is a mess of small gasps, baited breaths and panting without any rhythm.

Had this been part of what he meant when he asked for her consent? Heavens, she had not expected any of this. Her pants and gasps become more frequent when the totality of his chest glues to her back and his chin drops to her shoulder.

"I'll be leaving for a little while."

She stops breathing. Could it be possible that she had gotten so used to his presence in a fortnight that she could not imagine the man leaving them (read: her) behind without it paining her? How could she have awarded him so much influence and power over her, so easily? Breaking free from his soft and loose hold on her, she turns around, creating some space because otherwise, she is certain the tips of their noses would be touching.

He is certainly much taller than her. Matilda had not paid much mind to that yet, well aware that she was relatively small, with a frame no bigger than a meter and sixty centimetres (or as her father liked to point out 5'2) while he towered over her, clearly well over 1.80 meters tall. A 6'1 giant, compared to her.

"Where are you going?" – She curses herself for still sounding breathless. Thankfully, there is no jesting in his eyes, just pure fondness.

"Quite far. Outside of Earth's orbit."

Her heart beats so fast that she is afraid it will jump out of her chest. He was leaving. The one person she had let herself get attached to was leaving her behind, probably when she needed him much. Hot tears gathered in her eyes, and it took immense willpower not to let them fall. Goes as far as biting her lip so as not to let it quiver.

"Not for long though. Just enough to get my ship and come back." His voice is terribly soft but not as soft as his touch when he rests his hands on her waist and pulls her closer once more. Matilda is speechless. Not only he was coming back, but he was also leaving to retrieve something he had tried his very best to keep safeguarded – the one thing he still had from home – and was apparently willing to risk and share for their survival.

"Are you sure you want to do this? No one needs to know it even exists." Her words are muffled by his chest and clothes, she is certain. He still hears her clearly, however. Said chest that rumbles when he chuckles sadly.

"Yes, I am. If I may have the means to keep you safe and alive then I would rather use them than leave it to the hands of fate." If it were any other man, she would start complaining, claiming she was most certainly not a damsel in distress. But she also knew that was not how Eros meant it – he had the awful habit of projecting images and thoughts onto her, painting a clear picture of how strong he knew her to be. How he seemed to see her as a force to be reckoned with, as a storm he seems to want to brave.

(Once upon a time, she compared herself to the winds inside Pandora's box, released and untamed on a rampage. She wonders if Eros simply wants to be the one to lock them back inside their beautiful box or if is keener on running free with them.)

"I'm sure that will take a while to come back." She desperately wishes her voice sounds more certain and surer now.

"About two hours, give or take. I'll be back before you're having dinner, that I am certain of."

She can only blink, confused. Noticing her perplexity, he just laughs, kissing her head before letting go and rapidly moving away, ready to leave her behind. He is already by the door when he addresses her again.

"Don't worry, your boyfriend will be back!" And just like that, he leaves.

Matilda hated not having the last word. And she won't make an exception for him.

"You're not my boyfriend!"

"Not yet!"

Huffing, she turns to the windows across from the small garden, waiting for him to walk into the open hangar. When he does, he smiles up at her, before somehow levitating from the ground right before her eyes and disappearing inside a rainbow wormhole that she quickly identifies: an Einstein-Rosen Bridge.

She can only blink. That sounded like something else for them to discuss, might as well just add it to the atom manipulation he'd surprised her with. Blowing a raspberry, she shakes her head: might as well head to the lab – science waits for no woman.

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Here's my Eros and Psyche, Ghost/Goddess!reader(love), pitch

Ghost has never been good at love, has always loved too fiercely, too violently. He's never been able to separate love from war, when he found his family slaughtered he understood that true violence comes from heartbreak, from affection, from having nothing to lose. Of course he'd catch the attention of the goddess of love, passion, and vengeful warfare.

Ghost had nothing, he has no one. He wakes up in a soft bed with downy pillows and luxurious furs. He feels out of place, dirty with sweat and blood, still wearing the leather of war. Is he dead? It doesn't look like elysium is supposed to.

He pulls back the gauzy silk netting over the bed and cautiously, curiously, investigates. He finds the note immediately. Instructions. He has free reign of the house, as long as he doesn't leave, and as long as he's understanding. Understanding of what he doesn't know, but it's dark by the time he's through investigating the house. Then all the torches go put, the whole place plunged into darkness.

And somehow it doesn't scare him. He doesn't jump when your arms circle his shoulders and you lean against his back, pressing your lips to his ear. "Welcome home Simon," you whisper to him. He reaches back, runs his hand up the soft skin of your thigh, the house may not be elysium but you certainly feel like you might be.

"You know my name," he frowns, and you hum. The sound is so melodic, coaxing him to relax as your fingers squeeze his chest.

"I know," you purr, "everything about you."

Ghost turns in your hold, he doesn't know why he's surprised you let him, doesn't know why he's surprised he can't see you in the darkness. He reaches carefully to find your face, cupping your cheek, then sliding his fingers down to hold your throat. "Who are you?" He warns.

"Your love," you push into his hold, "as long as you can follow the rules."

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duhnova · 1 year

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a witches apothecary: for all your desires and needs

pairing: witch!seungcheol x fem!reader

word count: ~4.8k

synopsis: when your boyfriend told you to read the labels on the bottles carefully you should’ve listened, because what was supposed to be a relaxing night of you messaging all the tension away turned to him being in even more pain that only you could fix.

warning(s): smut under the cut (mdni!!), established relationship, supernatural / witch au, light fluff, hint of angst? mentions of food, mentions of blood, petnames (love, babe, baby, ect.) are used for both reader and cheol, whore is used / slight degradation, marking, praise, aphrodisiac oil is used, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding kink, dick riding, multiple orgasms (m), squirting, oral (m receiving), throat / face fucking, deep throating, cum eating, let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors/typos (i tried) // thank you @onlyhuis & @multi-kpop-fanfics for proofreading!

the story of pink eros collab masterlist

“here you go cheol,” you plop the last basket full of herbs down on the counter top. “i finished harvesting all your herbs.” you give him a bright smile despite all the dirt on your face and hands.

“thank you baby.” he smiles back, laughing quietly at the state of your being. “when you get cleaned up, could you put these away for me please? i need to start prepping the herbs to dry so they’ll be ready for next week.” he moves the herbs to set baskets full of premade potions and potion ingredients on the counter for you.

“okay!” you chirp out before rushing to the bathroom to clean up. after scrubbing all the dirt from your fingernails you make your way back to the kitchen to start putting stuff away.

you mumbles the ingredients to yourself as you read the labels carefully, making sure you put them in the right spot. seungcheol was in one of the back rooms hanging up all the herbs to dry, giving you the whole kitchen to yourself. the longer you did things like this the more he trusted you to figure things out on your own - not being born into the same life as him. it was new adapting to all the magic he used in everyday life, but he made sure to take his time introducing you to everything.

while in the middle of rearranging some of the potions so you could add the new ones you heard quite scratches coming from the back door followed by whimpers. sighing quietly you set the small glass bottles down on the counter to go open the door, a shaggy black dog comes waltzing in with a backpack on its back.

“hi mingyu,” you smile as you watch the dog shift into a person who stands taller than your boyfriend. “i see jihoon let you out of your cage.”

“he did, and he sent me with offerings.” mingyu takes the backpack off and sets it gently on the table so he could pull out bundles of belladonna and a couple glass bottles full of a red liquid.

“is that blood?”

“from a vampire! so it stinks, be careful.” his nose crinkles in a cute way.

“do i even wanna know how he got it?” mingyu shrugs before it looks like a lightbulb went off in his head.

“oh!” he reaches back in the bag to pull out something covered in cloth. “this is very special so be extremely careful with it… ji might kill me if it breaks.”

“what is it?” you take it gently and unwrap the bottle, the handwriting was hard to read so the only thing you could read was ‘oil’.

“he wouldn't tell me but he said cheol would know what it was.” mingyu closes the backpack and throws it back over his shoulders. “speaking of, where is he?”

“the herb room, be careful going back there, the house is swamped with orders so there's boxes and ingredients everywhere.” mingyu nods his head and bids you a farewell, going to seek out his friend while being cautious of everything that's haphazardly stacked up in piles that reach the ceiling.

carefully you put the belladonna in a basket for seungcheol to deal with later, making sure to wash your hands extremely well you go back to putting everything where it belongs.

the vampire blood was almost powdery, but it moved like a liquid so it mesmerized you for a little bit, mingyu leaving out the back door snapping you out of your trance as you went back to your task.

“hey love,” you poke your head into the herb room, smiling as you watch seungcheol use his magic to levitate the herbs all around the room while also expanding the walls to make more room for everything. “where does this go?” you show him the bottle that had the mystery oil in it.

“is it from jihoon?” you hum in acknowledgment. “um, just put it with the other oils for now. i’ll deal with it later.” he tilts his head back to offer you a tired smile, his eyes flinching a little when his neck cracks.

“okay.” your voice is soft with worry but you still manage to smile back at him. “i’ll start dinner soon… how does soup sound?”

“sounds amazing.” he hums while he looks down at his herb book that’s floating off to his left before he sighs, rearranging some of the herbs after he read that they shouldn’t be mixed. quietly you back out of the doorway and close the door, leaving cheol to work in peace.

“put it with the oils?” you frown a little. “which oils though?” you sigh quietly figuring you wouldn't bother seungcheol anymore as you go to the bathroom where all the nonedible oils are kept. after mingyu consumed the oil from a non edible plant a while back seungcheol made the decision to put all nonedible oils in the bathroom where no one could eat them accidentally.

once you were back in the kitchen you hurriedly got back to putting everything away, wanting to get started on dinner early so you could get seungcheol to sit and relax for a little bit before he had to go out and set up all the water that needed to sit during the crescent moon.

there were some bottles you weren't able to put away because of the lack of space but that's something seungcheol could fix later with his magic. washing your hands again you got to work on lighting the stove, which still used fire but seungcheol needed it to be that way for him to properly cook some of his ingredients and potions. mumbling the ingredients of the soup to yourself you get everything ready and prepared while the fire gets roaring.

“we’re almost out of garlic.. i need to ask ji for some more later.” you make a mental note to text the garden witch later, even if he rarely touches his phone you hope he’ll send mingyu with some next time he makes a delivery.

“hey baby, do you know where the string is? i ran out and i have a couple more bundles to wrap and hang.” seungcheol comes up behind you while you stir the pot to hug you. he takes a big sniff of the air and groans quietly. “it smells good and i’m starving, when did you start?”

“it’ll be done by the time you are.” you giggled quietly as he kissed gently at your exposed neck. “i think we should have some more in the first drawer in the storage room.” he mumbles a quiet ‘thank you’ as he kisses your cheek before pulling himself away from your body. he also grabs the basket full of belladonna so he can dry it as well.

just like you predicted you finished dinner a couple minutes after seungcheol finished hanging everything and getting cleaned up. while you took your time to wash up, getting all the food and grime off from the day, seungcheol was setting the table - the bowls and cups floating in the air as he poured soup and drinks into them before setting them at their respective chairs.

“i was thinking,” you started talking when you entered the room. “after we finish eating I can give you a little message.” you smile at your boyfriend who looks at you with wide and curious eyes.

“oh?” his eyes follow you to your seat, his food untouched because he wanted to wait for you before he started eating.

“yeah, i noticed that you were flinching earlier when you were moving your head.” you pick up your spoon so you could take a sip of the broth that was still hot. “maybe i could help loosen up some of the muscles so its more comfortable for you to move.” seungcheol smiles wide, his dimples on full display as he watches the way you frown after burning your mouth on the broth.

“i’d love that.” he hums quietly before he eats a spoon full of the soup, the heat not really bothering him as much as he starts to scarf down his food.

“oh!” you jump out of your chair and rush back into the kitchen, the smell of the soup overpowered the bread you had baking in the oven and you almost forgot about it. “there's bread.” you bring the freshly baked bread out into the dining room, your boyfriend is quick to use his magic to levitate it out of your mitten clad hands.

“thank you baby.” he uses his magic to cut a couple slices for the both of you, levitating the knife to spread butter on them before setting them on your plates. while you both ate your dinner you talked about your days, most of which was spent preparing things for orders people had been putting in for potions and spells.

“i’ll clean up while you go get comfortable on the bed.” you give seungcheol a smile when you both finish eating.

“let me help you.” he stands up and uses his magic to pick up all the dishes, sending them to the sink where they land a little harshly - his excitement getting the best of him as he grabs your hand to drag you towards the bedroom. his magic was still doing work in the kitchen as he put all the food in the fridge.

“you're excited.” you giggle quietly as you watch him crawl onto the bed to lay on his stomach.

“of course i am, you're going to put your pretty little hands on my back.” he hums quietly. you couldn’t help the way your face heated up as you shake your head.

“take your shirt off for me, i'm gonna go get one of the message oils.” you’ve never seen your boyfriend move so quickly before as you watch his back muscles flex as he lays back down on his stomach, the tattoos on his back prominent under the dull light of the bedroom. you didn’t waste too much time going into the bathroom and grabbing one of the oil bottles, holding it under your shirt to help warm it up a little using your body heat.

“i know you want me to relax baby but i do have to be outside in the next two hours to make sure the water is in the moonlight for the longest time possible.” seungcheols voice is soft as you crawl onto the bed, sitting on top of your boyfriends ass as you hum quietly.

“i know love,” you smile gently, even though he couldn’t see it. you pull the bottle out from under your shirt and open it, a sweet but tangy scent hits your nose - it was pleasant but new, you don’t remember the scent but you shrug it off as it has been awhile since you’ve done this. “now relax.” you pour some of the red liquid onto your hands and rub them together, the color looked familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it as you began to rub the shimmery oil into seungcheols skin. groaning quietly, seungcheol relaxed into the bed, his muscles screaming a little as you knead at his skin.

“feels good baby.” he mumbles as his eyes flutter closed, the tension beginning to leave his body the higher up his back you got. your hands would linger a little longer on the areas where his tattoos were, loving the way the specs of gold in the oil looked against the black ink.

“i’m glad it feels good.” you purr quietly as you put some more oil on your hands so you could rub at his shoulders. your hands began to tingle a little but you paid no attention to it as you messaged his shoulders, drawing louder groans from your boyfriend as you felt the knots in his muscles melt away under your fingers.

“what oil is this?” he mumbles after a couple minutes of silence. “the scent is new.. but familiar.” you shrug your shoulders before realizing he couldn’t see you.

“i don't know, but i think it's floral?” you bring one of your hands up to your nose to sniff at the oil, your head becoming a little light all of a sudden. “woah..” you whisper.

“where did the oil come from?” seungcheol groans quietly, this time in pain as he shifts under you.

“the cabinet?” you question quietly as you rub at his back again. “are you still in pain?”

“this is a different kind of pain.” he shifts under you again, his skin starting to heat up under your hands. “where did the oil come from before the cabinet baby?” you could tell his jaw was clenched as he held back another pained groan.

“um…” you fumble picking the bottle back up as you go to check the label, which is something you forgot to do before using it. you freeze as you stare at the label, jihoons horrible scribbling stared back as you as it finally dawned on you that you potentially just used something dangerous on your boyfriend. “jihoon..” you whisper.

“what?” your boyfriend's head tilts to the side as he tries to look at you behind him.

“it came from jihoon..” you gulp quietly, your hands starting to shake. “i’m so sorry cheol! i didn’t think about checking the label, the colors looked similar and i thought i grabbed the right one and now i just rubbed something into your back that could potentially ki-”

“hey,” he groans as he tries to roll over without knocking you off of him. “It's ok, it's not deadly.” he watches you through his hooded eyes as you shift around to sit on top of his lap where his cock was growing hard.

“what is it then?” your face heats up at the feeling of his bulge under your ass. you try to read the label again but give up as you lean over to set the glass bottle on the bedside table. seungcheol was quick in grabbing your hips to sit you back down on his lap after you set the bottle down. groaning quietly at the contact he closes his eyes, his jaw clenching again as he tries to focus on anything other than the pain in his body.

“it’s…” he takes in a deep breath, “its pure concentrated aphrodisiac oil.” he lets out the breath.

“what..” your eyes widen a little, you remember reading about aphrodisiacs in the book jihoon let you borrow.

“it’s for sex potions and spells..” his fingers dig into your hips. “and it's super strong.. even just the smell of it can make you horny when it's in this form.” he mumbles quietly.

“oh..” you gently set your hands on his bare chest, your fingers ghosting over his nipples that are rock hard causing him to groan loudly, his head falling back into the pillow deeper.

“please.. y/n..” he whimpers a little, his hips bucking up into yours causing you to jump forward a little, a quiet moan leaving you as you bite your lip.

“are you in pain right now because you're horny?” you mumble as you push your hips down into his as you grind against him, his own hips grinding with yours as he groans lowly.

“yes..” he was becoming breathless, his body already worked up enough to cum in his pants right then and there. there was enough aphrodisiac in seungcheols system to give him the sex drive of a bunny.

“do.. do you need something to help with it?” you try to keep a straight mind while you both helplessly grind against each other. “like an antidote or something..” you breathe out quietly.

“i don’t have any remedies made right now..” he groans as he bucks his hips up into yours hard. “i need to get off.” he almost whispers as his eyebrows furrowed together.

“can i help you get off?” you lean down to kiss gently at his jaw, nosing his cheek as he whines.

“only if you want to..” he stops his movements, his legs shaking as he tries so hard to open his eyes to look at you.

“i do want to help you,” you smile softly, moving your hands from his chest so you can fully lay on top of him, allowing you to grab his face. “besides, it would be a lot quicker with me here right?” he nods before he's rolling you two over so he's laying on top. he groans quietly in pleasure and pain, his hips instinctively rutting into yours.

“tell me when to stop.” he whispers against your lips before he kisses you deeply, his body rocking as he deeply rolls his hips into yours, his pants getting tighter than before. you both were desperately moaning into the others mouth as you sloppily made out with one another, the sexual tension becoming thicker the longer you two took to get naked.

‘cheol..” you manage to breathe out in between kisses, a needy whine escaping your lips when he nips at your tongue.

“what's wrong?” he mumbles as he trails his lips down your cheek and neck, sucking dark marks into his favorite places.

“it’s getting really hot..” you whisper while wiggling under his flaming hot body. one major side effect of the aphrodisiac is it makes the consumer really hot, almost like it mimics the body temperature that wolves and other animals experience during their heats.

“can i take your clothes off?”

“god yes.” you sit up along with him so he can pull your shirt off while using his magic to unclip and pull your bra off while he shimmies out of his own pants. you don't even get the drawstring of your pants undone before he’s pulling them off of you along with your panties. the cold air hitting your soaking hot cunt makes a shiver run down your spine and goosebumps rise up on your skin that seungcheol soothes away with his hands.

“i am going to devour you.” he groans as his warm hands trail down your legs, pushing them wide open so he can comfortably sit between them. he takes one of his hands to jerk his cock a couple times, his precum coating every inch of him. when you whimper quietly seungcheol doesn’t waste a second before he's lining up at your glistening hole. “are you sure you want this?”

“yes, please.” you were starting to sound like the desperate one here despite your boyfriend's pupils being blown with lust and his cock throbbing from all the aphrodisiac in his system. “give it all to me.” with that seungcheol pushes into your tight cunt inch by inch, his hands resting on the back of your thighs to keep them pushed wide open.

“fuck..” he groans lowly, your pussy clenching at the sound caused his hips to buck forward - his cock fully bottoming out. his fingers dig into your flesh and his jaw clenches while he waits for you to finish adjusting. when you give him the green light to start moving he doesn’t waste a breath before he's thrusting his hips.

he wanted to start slow, his muscles tense with restraint as he watches the way your head tilts back and your bottom lip disappears between your teeth. letting go of your thighs seungcheol leans his whole body over yours so he can rest his forearms on the bed on either side of your head, caging you against the bed. instinctively, your legs wrap tightly around his waist while your arms snake around his neck, your nails digging into his back as he starts to thrust harder and faster - his slow pace long forgotten as his only thought was to make you moan as loudly as possible while also getting you to cum before him.

“you feel so fucking good,” he grunts quietly as his hands grip onto the sheets tightly, his hips jackhammering into yours creating a loud squelching sound to echo throughout the room. “doing so fucking good for me, taking my cock like a good little whore.” your pussy clenches at his words causing him to fuck into you faster, the amount of slick you were creating made him slide in and out with ease.

your nails drag down his shoulders, dark red lines forming in their wake as seungcheol fucks you like theres no tomorrow. a shiver runs up your boyfriend's spine when you rake your nails over his tattoos, the skin puffing up a little but no blood spills out as you continue to mark him up.

‘keep doing that baby and i’ll cum.” he groans into your neck as he tries to will his fast approaching orgasm away.

“cum for me my love,” you purr quietly before whining when he hits your g-spot. seungcheol didn’t think twice before he was spilling his thick load into your cunt. despite being sensitive he continues to thrust into you. his cock is still painfully hard, all the aphrodisiac hadn’t been fucked out of his system yet. “let.. let me ride you.” you pant quietly, yelping when he rolls you two over so he was laying on his back again.

“ride me.” his voice dripped with dominance despite him letting you take over. once you were comfortable, your hands find purchase on seungcheols abdomen before you start to slowly bounce your hips. he groans lowly, his hips bucking up to jostle you around a little bit - the pace becoming too slow for him. biting your lip and digging your nails into his abs that flexed under your hands you pick up your pace, your hips slapping down against his harder as his cum leaked out onto his balls.

“so big,” you coo quietly, your moans turning into whines as your eyes roll and flutter a little. his cock twitched inside you as you clenched harder than before - your orgasm approaching quickly. “so full.”

“gonna fuck you even more full,” seungcheol groans as his hands find their way to your hips so he can help you bounce on his cock harder, the need to be as deep inside of you as possible becoming bigger by the second. “fill you with my cum till you're dripping with it for days.”

“please!” you moan loudly, your body jumping forward everytime his hips come up to meet yours.

“please what baby? fuck.” he almost growls when you clench around him, his cock twitching and his balls tightening as his orgasm threatens to wash over him.

“cum.. cum please, please!” you babble as you let your body collapse on top of his while he takes over in fucking into you again, his arms wrapping around your waist as he groans into your hair.

“you can cum baby,” he mumbles as he plants his feet on the bed to get a better and more stable angle. “cum all over my cock.” and just like that the coil in your stomach snaps and your orgasm washes over you as you squirt a little all over his cock.

“cheol!” you gasp and whine as he helped you ride out your orgasm, his second one washing over him as he unloaded his cum deep inside you.

the two of you lay there for a couple minutes, panting while you both come down from your highs. your lower half began to ache a little as you slowly sat up, whimpering at how sensitive you were as you gently pulled yourself from seungcheols semi hard cock.

“how do you feel?” you mumble as your hands rub at his chest, his quiet hums vibrating through your fingertips.

“less horny that's for sure.” he laughs quietly, his dimples popping out as he lazily looks at you through his lashes. “how do you feel? i wasn’t too rough with you, was i?” you shake your head.

“not at all, besides i love it when you get rough.” you shrug your shoulders as your hands gently message their way down his stomach, his muscles flexing before relaxing - a content sigh leaving him. “is all the aphrodisiac out of your system?” the lower your hands got on his body the harder his cock got again.

“i would say it is…” he watches you with dark eyes. “but it's hard to tell with your hands on me like that still.” he smirks at the sweet smile you give him.

“well you were still a little hard when i got up.” you crawl backwards slowly till your head is positioned right above his cock. “so maybe you still need my help.”

“i’ll never turn down your help baby.” he breathes out, gasping when your fingers wrap around the base, your fingertips almost touching. you jerk him off a couple times before you stick your tongue out to kitten lick at the head, the tip of your tongue swirling around his slit causing him to hiss and buck his hips up. giggling quietly you decide that teasing him could wait another night as you slowly lower your head, taking inch by inch until you couldn’t take anymore.

“fuck,” your chest swells with pride at being able to make him sound so fucked out. slowly you start to bob your head, your hand wrapped around the part you didn’t get shoved down your throat yet. “mouth feels so good.” his groans were like music to your ears as you picked up the pace.

considering he was already sensitive and overstimulated from the oil and his first two orgasms, his third climax wasn't far off. his legs began to tense up a little the closer it got causing you to use both your hands to soothe at his legs while you worked on deep throating him. after a little bit of effort you were able to nestle him nicely down your throat as he began to buck his hips up, fucking your throat as he chased after his next orgasm.

“y/n!” he moans, his orgasm washing over him like a tidal wave as he cums down your throat and all over your mouth. swallowing every last bit of cum you make sure to kiss your way back up his body, giggling when he laughs quietly. “you’re amazing, you know that?” he whispers right before you kiss him on the lips, his tongue instantly exploring every inch of your mouth as he tastes himself on your tongue.

“you’re amazing too.” you whisper before kissing him again, this time softer. after pulling away from one another, seungcheol slowly sits up carefully so he doesn’t head butt you.

“lets go get cleaned up.” he stands up and stretches, groaning as the bones in his back pop. you can't help but drool a little at the muscles in his back, they flex so deliciously as he stretches his arms out and the black ink mixed with the deep red scratch marks was making your head dizzy. when he was done seungcheol picked you up gently to carry you to the bathroom where he ran you two a hot bath - making sure to put the correct soap and oils into the water so you can get the maximum relaxation effect.

“not to alarm you or anything but its almost ten thirty.” you hum quietly as you relax deeper into the water while using seungcheols chest as your backrest.

“seven hours minimum is needed for the crescent moon water.” he mumbles against your neck as he relaxes with you. “as long as i'm out and setting up the water by eleven it’ll be fine.”

“you better not be out there all night.” you mumble already knowing he won't be joining you in bed later until sunrise.

“i'll try baby.” he laughs quietly when you grumble out a quiet ‘bullshit’ before sitting up to grab your shampoo wanting to hurry up and get out so that seungcheol can attend to his water and you can go to bed (where you’ll one hundred percent pout until your boyfriend comes to join you). “i love you.” he coos, smiling when he notices how hard you're trying not to smile as you lather shampoo into yours then his hair.

“i love you too..” you mumble, finally giving in and offering him a smile as you helped rinse his hair out. “but you better come to bed tonight, or i’ll strap you to it tomorrow.” he laughs quietly as he grabs your hips so he can pull you close enough for him to kiss the tip of your nose.

“i’ll come to bed tonight baby, i promise.” and he did keep his promise, after spending two hours setting everything up and making sure it was all protected properly he crawled into your guys bed where he proceeded to lay on top of you like a cat (and even if he was up a couple hours later putting the water away before the sun came out you couldn’t complain too much about his lack of sleep since he did keep his promise, and he took a nap later that day per your request while you took care of some of the potion making that didn’t require magic).

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honestly-oceanie · 1 year

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Marked me like a bloodstain || the dangerous ones edition + some additionals

Synopsis: drawing something on them

Warnings: if you are in a relationship where you are scared of your own significant other, leave the relationship already before it becomes more difficult. A romantic relationship must have mutual respect, trust, comfort and security with one another, it is not always about the butterflies and blushing.

《Dion Agriche, Jeremy Agriche, Rezef Hill, Dylan Sean Blade, Eros Orna Vasilios + two additionals | gn!reader》

{Supposedly fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Dion Agriche

🦋 You decided to do this for no apparent reason. Or you just wanted a reaction from him.

🦋 You asked Dion for him to hand you his arm, he stared at you first as if questioning you why... now you really started to regret asking as his sharp gaze was rather uncomfortable.

🦋 Before you could retract your request, Dion reach his hand out to you without a word, indicating that you may do as you please. It took you awhile to process his action but you chirpily did as you initially planned. Using the pen against his skin.

🦋 You proudly showed him your artwork and explained it to him knowing that he definitely does not understand it. He just nodded then ruffled your hair before leaving. Now you're left wondering if this was even worth it at all.

🦋 Meanwhile outside the door, Dion stares at the doodle you did on his palm. It felt weird having the pen's ink on his skin though it did no much harm on him except painting some part of his skin black, he certainly won't use a pen as a weapon as he deems it useless.

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The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Jeremy Agriche

🦋 "You will do anything for me, right?" You asked your boyfriend and he nodded vigorously.

🦋 You asked him to sit still and closed his eyes and Remy followed you obediently. He could feel something poking on his cheek that seems to have a liquid substance but he didn't dare peek as you haven't told him to open his eyes and he trust you with his life.

🦋 After you completed your drawing, you let him open his eyes and you pass him the hand mirror so he could see it. Jeremy's eyes widen as he sees what you have done, he takes a close inspection of it.

🦋 You're growing anxious and scared, had you crossed Remy's invisible line? You had always been free to do as you please with him as he allows you too that you forgot about boundaries. But before you knew it, he tackles you with a tight hug and started showering you with kisses, he tells you to do it again. After both of you are satisfied, you ruffled his hair as you professed your love for him, grateful that he still allows you to do things.

🦋 Remy won't mind whatever you want to do with him as long as you do it within the confines of his safe and private room.

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The Villainess Is A Marionette

Rezef Hill

"Prince of Eldyme Empire"

🦋 You've been so bored out of you mind these past few days, you can't talk to anyone unless you want them to be gone, your servant's changes almost everyday depending on their loyalty to their master, whom is your partner, Prince Rezef.

🦋 Kayena does visit you at times to keep your sanity intact but not for too long, for some reason Prince Rezef just knows when to interrupt.

🦋 Since you pretty much have no one but him then he should be your target right? He doesn't want you to rely on anyone but him then so be it.

🦋 You ordered your current personal attendant to call for him, after a few Rezef finally came and told the servant to leave you alone. He then sat down beside you and asks why you called for him, you told him that you wanted to spend some time with him and asked him to give you his hand and he didn't hesitate, glad with your willingness and obedience.

🦋 He was quite amused when you started drawing on his palm. He knew you like art so much, maybe he should give you an art room as a reward for reciprocating his love. After you finished, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and thank him for his cooperation, you tried to be as lovely as you could with him to avoid upsetting him and might get yourself killed

🦋 He gave you that prince charming smile again and told you: "Anything for my princess." As he kisses your cheek too.

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I Tamed A Tyrant And Ran Away/ The Taming Of The Tyrant

Dylan Sean Blade

"The 13th Prince"

🦋 Dylan had receive losses in his life, first his mother, next his master, and now he obviously won't allow the same with you.

🦋 As the ink of the quill pen that you are holding spread across his skin, it reminds him that you are still there. As your warm hand holds his arm to keep him steady, it assures him that you are a real existence and not just a fragment of hallucination of his fever dream.

🦋 Soon you completed your work, Dylan kissed your palm that once held the quill pen previously. He swore to you in his heart, anything you wish upon, just order him at your will and he is eternally at your service. That is if you reciprocate the same loyalty to him.

🦋 He'll do anything you say as long as you stay and don't run away.

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Your Throne/ I Want To Be You, Just For A Day

Eros Orna Vasilios

"Crown Prince of the Vasilios Empire"

🦋 As the assistant of the Crown Prince, it was customary that you will meet other people, yet however, the Crown Prince seem to disagree. For some odd reason he likes to keep you to himself, he normally doesn't allow you to meet other people, which you're actually glad about as you don't like to socialize anyways.

🦋 Today is unfortunately an exception, you are forced to be a part of a meeting. You know it's going to involve a lot of people but you didn't expect it to be this many. Your social anxiety is getting the best of you, you're really really trying your best to seem normal as possible. Still, you can't help it when you fidget.

🦋 You subconsciously started swinging the pen that is in between your thumb and index finger. You didn't notice that the point touches the Crown Prince skin as you swing it.

🦋 Eros suddenly grabbed your hand, forcing you to a stop. You flinch at the sudden contact (hopefully no one noticed), you turn to look at the Crown Prince beside you. He put the meeting to a halt and asked everyone to scram.

🦋 After all others had left, he turned to you, his hand still holding yours while his other hand held your jaw. His gaze on you was so sharp and intimidating you couldn't face him at all so instead you looked down and there you saw what you had done.

🦋 Your nervousness and shock was completely visible to Eros who laughed at the sight. It wasn't helpful at all, you know what kind of person your boss is and it made you feel scared of him, already overthinking of what may happen to you, yet Eros only calmly stood up from his seat and held your jaw stronger, making you look up at him.

🦋 He merely told you to calm yourself first before you return to his office. With that, he patted your head before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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2 Additionals 《Callisto Regulus, Cale Henituse》

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Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess/ Villains Are Destined To Die

Callisto Regulus

"Crown Prince of the Eorka Empire"

🦋 Since you had nothing to do, you decided to go annoy your partner. As you arrive in his office, you just slam open the door and there, revealed your peacefully sleeping partner resting on his table with his arms as his pillow.

🦋 But you weren't just gonna stop there just because he is sleeping. After closing the door, you approach the table Callisto is sleeping at. Your eyes comes across the pen that lays beside him.

🦋 Grinning evilly, you pick up the pen and started doodling on Callisto's face. After some time, you notice his brows furrowing, indicating that he was going to fully awake soon, so you place back the pen from where you found it to avoid suspicion and skedaddled before you get caught.

🦋 Callisto stretched his arms that he used as his pillow. Finally getting the motivation, he stood up from his seat and decided to walk around a bit, as he walked past a mirror he noticed something and stopped on his tracks, he walks back to the mirror and saw his face now covered with doodles.

🦋 There is only one person that he allows to enter in his office without needing permission nor knocking and that person is most certainly the culprit of this. But he needs to wash his face first.

🦋 Callisto finally found the culprit, reading a book at the library as if they hadn't done nothing at all. A dark shadow looms over you thus you couldn't read properly anymore, you were going to scold whoever it was yet it turned out to only be your partner, Callisto, who was smiling back at you.

🦋 I suggest you sleep with one eye open tonight, he warned, and you were obviously gonna take this advice as you know very well what was gonna happen on your beauty sleep.

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Trash Of The Count's Family/ Lout Of Count's Family

Original! Cale Henituse

🦋 You and Cale have known since you were just little kids, you two had grown with such a strong friendship, you both were unseparable and unbreakable.

🦋 Lately you've been noticing that things have been a little different between you and your great friend. You both had barely spend time with each other not even trying to check up on the other. You've been busy with your duties as the heir of your family, and Cale busy doing his own stuff. Even when you both happen to cross paths with each other, he acts as though he doesn't notice you at all. Today however, he couldn't turn around anymore.

🦋 You were sitting on the tree you and Cale had claimed as your own, accompanied with leaves dancing with the wind as you compose poems on your newly-bought notebook yet you feel so uninspired. Your heart couldn't help but feel restless as you began to comprehend the growing distance between you and Cale.

🦋 Had you done or said something insensitive to him without realizing? No that couldn't be possible, you're aware of topics that are deemed taboo to Cale. Is it because you haven't spend a spare time with him? But Cale is knows how you are busy with your duties and you did promised to him that if you had the chance, you'd take a day off with him. Is it because you hadn't checked up on him? You know how reckless he can be yet miraculously he can still stand on his own two feet. You trust him a lot to know that he'll be fine though you still feel worried about him everytime.

🦋 And speaking of the devil, there he is, standing beside you with wide eyes as he didn't expect to face you today. You grab his legs and forcedly plop him down beside before he could run off, you are on top of him with your hands on either side of his head to avoid him from escaping. While you are determined to bring back the bond you both once shared, Cale's face is almost of the same color of his hair, he is extremely flustered from the position you're both in, if anyone could see this they would surely misunderstand.

🦋 You confronted Cale and he explained to you that he just didn't want to bother you at all, you sighed in relief, you thought you had done something wrong to him. You moved back to the place you were originally sitting as Cale finally gets to sit down properly.

🦋 You fiddled with the pen you were holding, then suddenly you remembered a memory from your childhood with Cale. You indicate to Cale for him to give you his hand and he did, wondering what you were gonna do but didn't dare ask. You started doodling on his wrist, a stickman and a stickwoman both holding ice creams.

🦋 "Is this–hmm... is this suppose to be us?" Cale guessed, you nodded cheerfully then asked him if he still remembered that day, and he cracked in a fit of laughter remembering that time you both tasted ice cream for the very first time, your reaction was most amusing.

🦋 The sun had already set to let the moon shine for the night, yet none of you bothered as you and Cale were too busy remembering memories you both share since your childhood up until now.

🦋 Who would have thought that happiness can be cut short that easily. Those laughter that you should cherish fades into mere memories. It was only yesterday but today is a new day, and new day can come new beginnings.

🦋 You didn't expect that your friend who just came back to normal, is not him. Your friend you've had a strong bond with, is not him anymore. Your friend you grown to love, will never be him. But is it really over just like this?

🦋 Same bodies but different souls. Can you really not be happy with him anymore? Are you really gonna lose this friendship? Could there really be no bond that may form at all? Is it really impossible to fall in love with the new him as he is? Or will you still cling to the hope for him to return as he was?

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Honestly, Oceanie

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my--moon · 3 months

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WAIT! why did I jusr figuire out requests are open? If it’s ok with you, can I request Jason x female reader (daughter of Eros) and it’s making up with one another after an argument which was mainly consisting of reader being slightly jealous and was afraid Jason would leave because she has severe abandonment issues? Thank you! (Also, I always love your aesthetics)

❝ A Thousand Times Prettier ❞

Pairing; Jason Grace X Fem!Reader (Child of Eros) Warning; Fluff, Angst, Comfort! So sorry if your name is Maddie :( Y/n's also a little bitch at the start A/N; Aunty Juno's got an idea. . . I LOVE THIS IDEA, sorry if your name is Maddie btw

What does that whispy little brat have that you don't have double? (Y/N) thought to herself.

That little bitch Maddie Prescott. Child of Apollo, is she now? So prissy and perfect! With perfect golden locs that shimmered down her back, rosy cheeks and thick glossy lips! Such a... fucking slut!

You couldn't help but hate her... Actually why did you hate her again?

Maddie didn't do anything wrong. She wasn't a bitch, brat or a slut. She was just failing at training and asked Jason to help her out or give her some tips. She wasn't flirting with him or being seductive in any way.

But (Y/N) couldn't help but feel jealous. Was this lady trying to take Jason away? No. No. No. No. No! Too many people have left, she couldn't lose another!

(Y/N) sat in the Zeus cabin. Sitting on a beanbag, flicking through a magazine Piper had given her. Grumbling over how pathetic a certain Apollonian was.

The cabin door opened up, Jason walked in with a bit of dirt on his face from the training grounds. “Hey, hun. Whatcha reading?”

His smile was sweet and gentle, he was never a rude man towards (Y/N). Not ever! But (Y/N) was still mad.

“A magazine.” She replied flatly, keeping her hard gaze on the pictures. Something about the latest scandal on Olympus.

“Ooo, anything interesting, dear?” Jason asked, wiping the dried blood off his chin and taking off his boots.

“No.” A cold reply came out of (Y/N). Jason thought she didn't mean the first cold reply, but a second one? That wasn't like his lover.

“You.. You alright?” He asked, hesitantly walking towards the daughter of Eros. (Y/N)'s cold gaze glanced up from the magazine.

“Oh I'm fine. Maybe you should go and hang out with the Prescott girl, hm? Maybe she'll be nicer than me.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

Jason cocked an eyebrow. “Who?” He asked confused. “Wait, Maddie?”

“Yea, considering she's got all your attention lately, just go off and love her! I know you want to.” The child of Eros replied with a icy glare.

“Babe, what?” Jason was dumbfounded. “Why would I love Maddie? She's just been needing help with her training, I don't love her.”

(Y/N) looked him up and down with a glare. “Mhm. And I'm Hera's concubine.” She said sarcastically.

“Don't mention Hera, I've had a long day, I don't want to hear about her.” Jason groaned in annoyance at the mention of her.

“And I don't want to hear about Maddie either. But that's all I hear!” (Y/N) added, with a scowl on her face.

“Look at me, (Y/N).”

She didn't want to look at Jason. She wanted to be and at him, but he had done nothing wrong; why was she so upset then?

“No.” A defiant response answered from (Y/N)'s lips.

“Look at me, honey.” Honey, a nickname that made her melt. Especially when it came from a lover of hers.

(Y/N) reluctantly looked up and stared back at Jason, who had a hard expression. “Why are you so mad at Maddie?”

Tears threatened to spill from (Y/N)'s eyes. Her eyes went glassy and her lips turned down in a pout. “She's a bitch, that's why.”

“What's she done to be called a bitch?” Jason asked back. A quirked eyebrow dawned on his face. “(Y/N). Answer me.”

(Y/N) didn't want to answer. “...”

“Honey.”

“...”

“Dear.”

“...”

“Sweetheart.”

“...”

“Babe, c'mon,” Jason sighed. Her defiance was annoying. “Just tell me.”

A tear ran down her cheek and slid down her throat. “She's taking you away I just know it.” Her voice was still angry and her body was curled up in a ball.

“Are you jealous?” The son of Jupiter asked gently.

“No! I'm not jealous! I'm a child of Eros, not a pathetic.. jealous.... mortal.” (Y/N) hissed out.

“Why are you even jealous of her? You're a thousand times prettier than her!” Jason bit back. His words made more tears spill from her eyes.

A silence filled the room, muffled sobs from (Y/N) were the only present sound.

“Do you want a cuddle?”

The Jupiter son asked, which the child of Eros didn't verbally answer to—but she did get up from her seat and bury herself in his chest.

Jason caressed her hair and held her tightly against him. Comforting her as she sobbed. She hated feeling abandoned, and he knew that.

But he was loyal to her, why would he leave a girl that he saw as a goddess?

#jason grace x reader #hoo #jason grace angst #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x you #jason grace fanart #pjo FANFIC #hoo fanfic #child of Eros #son of Jupiter #thalia grace #thalia pjo #Jason pjo

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『 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ᝰ 𝐄. 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒 』

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 → short-lived peace is over 😭 anyway this is going to be good I hope. Future me: this sucks.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 → murder (guess who), cursing, being called "demon", blood, gore

Food had finally run out. Name was now put up with the task of finding the village and most likely risking her peace. It had taken her quite a while to search for the money Perion had graciously left behind for her.

When she did, she made her way out the cottage to find the horse that she had managed to get a bond with in the two weeks she's been in this place. The horse was, thankfully, very quiet and tame so she easily was able to form such a bond. Getting on the filly's back she moved her out into the forest trail as they trotted forward.

Her stomach turned with nervousness for she had no clue where this village was in the instructions of Perion, its directions were fairly vague.

Fortunately for the female, the filly knew the way and found it quite easy to make her way to the cottage. Upon their arrival to its near entrance the filly paused as if waiting for the princess to signal her if she was ready.

In truth, Name felt nervous. Her heart pounded at the thought of getting caught by someone. For as far as she was aware, there was bound to be a bounty for her finding. She gives a deep breath and exhales before she takes the reins and gets off, tugging the reins gently to lead the horse to the right way.

The filly obliged as the two walked into the village. Name's worries faded when she found that the streets were filled with buzzing people, merchants, travellers, commoners alike. They all were going around. Vendors shouting what they sold, merchants and traders showing off their items as well as buyers who were negotiating prices with the sellers. A ghost of a smile came to her lips, this was what she lived for.

Her senses felt a certain sensation only felt when she knew someone was watching her intensely or not. Her body swivels as she finds three men staring at her with interest. Her stomach turns at the sight as she turned away. No. They could be travellers taking a break, you shouldn't give yourself away like that!

She didn't think much of it for a vendor that held tarts came to her attention as her stomach growled.

As the girl talked and bought her necessities she immediately lost the feeling of being on guard. Which, she would soon find out, was the worst thing she could possibly have done at that very moment.

When she got home, it had gotten very dark. She had stayed to watch the sunset and festival with the villagers who graciously welcomed her to the festival with open arms.

Now would be a great time to catch some sleep was what she thought before hearing a rustling of leaves as well as a twig crack. She moved towards the small window on the side of her room as her heart skipped a beat at the sight.

There were men by the door, and in front of them was the three men who had been at the village, watching her. Her stomach churned as her eyes moved to the door by her room. A weapon that was what she needed. For it was clear that those men did not want to be gentle with their ways, perhaps it was the 1 million pieces of gold that was promised too who ever found her first.

Either way now was a frustrating time, for she needed a weapon yet the things that could count as one were downstairs where the men were attempting to break in towards her.

There was a lingering idea in her mind that she wished she could push away yet this was the last option. She has trained it on the training grounds back home and to her siblings but never on a person that couldn't handle it. She would murder them!

‘Who cares?’ A voice whispered. ‘These men deserve it.’ No. She scolded her mind as she heard a crash of the door, the men had broken in. Her heart beat faster than before at the sounds that headed around from downstairs.

There was no choice, was there?

The leader of the men entered with a satisfied smile on his face.

Now they had the bounty for themselves! He was confident they'll managed to get her for she was an angel by heart and wouldn't dare do anything that hurt another since that was what the observations has told.

His found confidence was crushed only seconds later when the men they had sent into the house started screaming and begging for mercy until one of their men, the only one that survived the struggle, came out with a terrified expression painted on his face. "Boss, she's more dangerous than we thought!" He shrieked, his face covered in the blood of his comrades.

The three looked at each other, they knew their thoughts. They had to go in their themselves. They didn't think much of it until they went in.

The bodies that lay there were swiftly dealt with blows that were placed at known weak spots. Despite the girl being a princess, she knew where to hit? It seemed unlikely. A sound was heard from behind him, a choking sound at that. The dumbfounded leader turned around to find that one of his three companions were now dead on the floor and the other two disappeared.

His heart skipped a beat as he took a hold of the handle of the sword on his side. Finger gripping it tightly as he turned back to the path. Only to find that the man who had survived this place before was now choking the other man, snapping his neck as the body fell down dead.

The murdering traitor turned to him. His eyes were red. Red..

The leader did not know this man well, but he knew damn well his eyes were never as frightening of a tint as this. A step back was all it took for the seemingly possessed comrade to take charge at him. He noted a different presence in the room as he fought for his life. He had the upper hand.

At least that was what he originally thought until the possessed one seemed to earn a change of battling style. A stab of pain was felt as the possessed took the leader's power to fight.

The leader fell on his knees as the man who now was going to be the reason for his death fell as well. He looked at him to see that his eyes turned to a greyish color. The color of the dead as his body gave up. If that man was dead and he had killed him then... Who had brought him the life to do so?

He turned to see the woman they had come here for. Her eyes were cold as she held a hand out. But, he was not as foolish as his comrade, he charged up and tried to run but the woman was too fast, a dagger was thrown and it hit him where she had wanted it to as the man fell dying.

‘They called her angel... But she's a demon at heart!’ He fought to stay awake as the steps behind him drew closer. In front of him once more was the demoness that now took his life away from him. Her face was emotionless, her eyes did not hold life in them as she once more gave her hand out to him. Desperately he took it far too later where she died.

This was when Name returned to her senses as her eyes met the gore scene in front of her. Her body heaved as she fell down tears streaming. This was what she had done.

Her empire had the right to call her what they did. Perhaps that's why her father refused to bring her to the ladies. ‘You're a demon, Name...’ Was what her oldest friend had told her when they found out about her.

The demon that now possessed her ruined her once more.

『 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 』

@nxccolo , @roselynmin or @roseadleyn , @rouecentric , @d10nsaint , @that-one-pretty-bitch

ᝰ if I forget you I apologize!

#— story of the stars · fics 📖#★ — obsession series.#eros orna vasilios #eros x reader #eros vasilios x reader #eros vasilios #your throne x reader #your throne #y/n #self insert #manhwa x reader #manhwa self insert #tw: demon reader?

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willsimpforanyone · 11 months

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a poly!solangelo x child of eros!reader smut? And there was this tiny bit of angst since reader is the child eros and well, ya know what happened last time nico saw eros/cupid? Thanks!!!!!!!!:D

i can do that, thank you for waiting so patiently! as per usual, everyone in this fic is in their 20s at least as they have their own apartment and no one below 25 can afford that shit

reader will use they/them pronouns and generally i don't refer to genitals unless the ask specifies them

hoo boy this got away from me

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I draped myself over the back of the sofa, arms flung around Nico's neck. "Hey gorgeous, how're you?"

The flinch he gave, no matter how hidden, didn't go unnoticed. He didn't say anything and I immediately pulled away. I walked round to the front of the sofa, sitting at the end with a good two feet of space between me and my boyfriend.

"You okay? Do you not want to be touched?" Which I was fine with, it just meant I'd go and find Will to lean on- being a child of Eros meant I was somewhat touchy and that wasn't always okay with people.

Nico shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. "Hm? Yeah, y-yeah, I'm fine."

Bullshit.

"Bullshit, what's wrong?"

He shot a glare at me and seemed to immediately regret it, curling in on himself and tucking his head into his hands. I hesitated, slowly getting off the sofa. "Alright, I'm going to get Will, because this looks like I've done something and I don't know how to get you to tell me."

I made it almost to the door when Nico sighed. "Wait, come back, I-" His voice was thick, like he was swallowing tears. "-I can tell you, you don't have to get Will, just... c'mere, okay?"

Carefully, I returned to my seat on the sofa, clasping my hands together to resist holding his. Nodding, I waited patiently for Nico to explain.

After a moment, he turned to face me. "It's not your fault, I know that, but sometimes... sometimes it sucks that I never... for fucks' sake!" Nico dragged his hands through his hair. Instinctively I reached out, only to pull my hand back. Nico liked touch on his terms, and I would be a really shitty partner if I didn't respect that.

Instead, I cleared my throat. "Neeks, not to push you, but you're not making much sense."

Nico nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I know, sorry, um." He took a deep breath.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"Yeah, it's-" Oh. Oh, shit, it's a real bad anniversary. "Oh, fuck, Nico, I totally forgot!" I jumped off the sofa and made to leave. "I'll- I don't know, go for a walk or go to someone's house, of course you don't want to be around me-"

Nico practically leapt across the sofa to stop me leaving. "No! No, don't go, I'm not mad at you, I'm not, I swear." My hand was tightly grasped in his and it took everything in me not to melt. I let myself be led back onto the sofa.

"I'm not mad, it's just a bit difficult when someone you love was created by a god who ruined your life, y'know?" He gave a watery laugh. "Well, one of the gods that ruined my life."

I gave a small smile. "I get it, Neeks, I do, but I need you to be honest with me, okay?" He nodded, and I continued. "Would it make it easier if I just... left, for today? Go over to to Piper's or something?"

Nico wiped at the tears welling in his eyes. "Please, don't go. I love you too much to let your dad get in the way."

There was a pause, and we both burst out laughing.

"Oh my gods, that's such a weird sentence!" I cackled, and Nico buried his face in his hands to hide his smile.

"Wow." His voice was muffled but sounded less like he was going to burst into tears.

"What happened?" Will's head poked round the door, sunny smile directed at the pair of us.

I shook my head. "Nah, just realising that my existence is awkward."

Nico half-heartedly slapped my leg. "Hey, no, your dad's existence is awkward." We began giggling again.

Will waltzed into the room, pressing kisses onto the tops of our heads. "Ah, I see, that time of year, huh?" Wow, he catches on quicker than I do, apparently.

Nodding, Nico slid over to me to make space for his other partner. "Yep, I shall be mourning the fact that I didn't get to come out on my own terms for the rest of the day, just so you know." Will flopped onto the sofa and I immediately reached out, grabbing his hand so I was touching both of them.

"Well," Will began. "Thanks for the warning, honey, but you don't have to do that."

"I will, though, it's not really my choice." Nico gave a small rueful smile.

Will looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "I mean, I've sort of had an idea hidden in the depths of my mind for a day such as this."

Both Nico and I perked up, curious. Nico shifted until he was facing Will, back leaning against my side. "Sounds dangerous, but go on."

Clearing his throat, Will played with my fingers. "It's sort of a... roleplaying... thing." I raised my eyebrows back at him, and he shrugged. "Look, just something to make Nico feel like he's just... experimenting, unsure of his sexuality and hasn't come out to anyone yet."

I couldn't judge Nico's expression, but he hadn't turned to stone which I took as a good sign. His ribs vibrated against me as he spoke. "I'm... curious, continue."

Will sat up straighter. "Okay, um, something like we'd picked you up from a bar or something, convinced you to come home with us, allowing you to experiment with us, have us experiment with you, just stuff that a closeted gay might be interested in but without any potentially toxic fallout."

Pretending to take home an innocent Nico and letting him explore exactly what he wants? I couldn't lie, that was a pretty good idea as long as Nico was into it.

Very carefully, I tuned into Nico's body language. One of the weird little gifts I had from Eros was being incredibly attuned to body language and what it meant for each person. Will had gone from somewhat nervous to more confident when Nico had said he was interested.

Nico's shoulders were loose, his fingers interwining with mine, his heart was pounding and there was a red flush creeping down his neck. Without seeing his face, I could fairly confidently say he was interested in this idea of Will's.

Fidgetting slightly, Nico swallowed. "Hypothetically, when would you want to do this?"

Will shrugged. "I mean, the point of this exercise is to distract you, give you positive memories of before you came out." There were air quotes around the last four words. "So, hypothetically, if you wanted, we could start now." He paused. "Obviously you'd be able to safeword out of it at any time, you know that, right?"

Nico was nodding before he could catch himself. "Y-yeah, Oedipus."

Will made eye contact with me. "Hey, you down for this?"

I grinned. "Oh, so very down, baby."

Lifting himself off the sofa, Will reached for me. "Okay, Neeks, we're going to go out to the kitchen, then we'll come back in after a minute or so and get started, alright?" I took Will's hand and together we left Nico on the sofa.

My skin was buzzing, but I let Will lead me into the kitchen.

"Hey, Will?"

"Yeah, honey?"

I swallowed. "Can I kiss you?"

Will grinned. "Feeling a little deprived of affection, are we?"

Rolling my eyes, I pulled him closer, letting his hand go in favour of wrapping my arms around his waist. "Please?"

In answer, Will pressed his lips against mine. I surged forward, delighting in finally being allowed to touch and kiss and feel someone against me. Will's hands cradled my head and I melted into him, transferring all the desire to touch Nico in the last twenty minutes or so onto Will.

He pulled away, laughing lightly at my whine, and pecked my nose. "I know, babe, but we have a baby gay out there, waiting to be shown the ropes, isn't he worth cutting this a little short?"

That sent a shiver down my spine. "Yeah, absolutely, come on." I dragged Will into the bedroom, the pair of us searching for a couple things to lay out on the bedside table before Will caught me in one last kiss.

The trip from the bedroom to the living room was the longest journey in the world. Nico was standing by the mantlepiece, pretending to admire the picture of me and Will on holiday. He'd strategically put all other photos with him in them to face down- he was into the game and I was delighted to see him invested.

Will strode forward. "Hey, you like our home?"

Nico nodded. "It's lovely." His eyes ran over the cheesy rainbow flag bunting we put up last year and never took down. "It's great that you're so open in who you are, too."

I slung an arm over Will's shoulders. "Thank you, hun." I took a slight risk. "You could be too, y'know."

Shaking his head, Nico folded in on himself. "Maybe. Not right now, though."

Sidling up to him, I nudged his shoulder. "No, of course not, it's just us right now." Nico leaned slightly into my side and I looked back at Will, as if to ask him something.

He came up on the other side of Nico. "So, me and my partner were wondering, of course you can say no, it's just a suggestion, but-"

I interrupted. "Get to the point, darling."

Will pretended to glare at me. "What am I supposed to do," he hissed, just loud enough for both Nico and me to hear. "Just tell him we want to fuck him? I have manners!"

Nico coughed lightly, and both Will and I froze as if we'd been caught.

"Y-you..." Nico swallowed, trying to keep the smile off his face. "You want to- fuck me?"

I sighed, gently turning Nico to face me. "I'm not gonna lie to you, we may have had an ulterior motive in offering you a place to stay for the night, but that doesn't mean you owe us anything, okay? If you don't want to, then we can order pizza, watch a movie and make up the sofa for you to crash on."

Will, careful not to spook Nico, wrapped his arms around his waist from behind. "But, if you want to, my partner and I would love to..." He paused, considering his words. "...make you feel good, darlin', in any way you'd like."

Nico took a shuddering breath, trying to hide how much this idea was affecting him. "I-I don't know what I'd like, I've never been with..."

"That's alright, honey." I reached up and tucked his dark curls behind his ear. "We can help you figure that out, if you'd like." He looked at me with such trust in his expression I almost caved. This was the innocence that was hidden from him, but was still there, it just needed a little coaxing to come out. "So, what do you say, handsome?"

Under the careful ministrations of both me and Will, Nico relaxed and nodded. "O-okay, yes, I'd like that."

A grin spread across my lips and I trailed my hand from his cheek, along his neck, down his arm and twisted my fingers in his. "Then come this way, we'll take care of you, we promise."

I led the three of us into the bedroom. We sat Nico down on the bed, and his eyes drifted to the things on the bedside table. Will explained the condoms and the lube and that there was a bunch of toys in the drawer below that we didn't need to use but were there in case he wanted to see what they did.

Slipping onto the sheets beside Nico, I rested a hand on the back of his neck as Will explained in a way he would to someone that had no idea what they were doing. This kept Nico grounded and meant I could feel his heartbeat, blood thumping through him and giving away how excited he was.

"Will, baby," I interrupted. "I think he gets the idea."

Will grinned sheepishly. "I just want him to know what could happen." He kneeled down, leaning a hand on Nico's knee. "You still okay with everything still?"

Nico nodded, and I guided his head to face me. "Hey, can I kiss you?"

Instead of a verbal answer, Nico pushed into my space, wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me hard. I reciprocated with as much fervour, closing my eyes and enjoying the familiar experience of kissing one of my partners. My arms secured around his waist and I hoisted him into my lap, drinking the whine from his lips.

Will pulled gently on the hem of Nico's shirt, pulling it off only when Nico pulled away from me very briefly. I ran my hands over his bare torso, thrilled with the hitch of breath I got when I ghosted my fingers over his nipples. I dragged my nails over them again and was rewarded with Nico throwing his head back and moaning from deep in his chest.

His hips were shifting, clearly getting uncomfortable. I broke away from where I'd been nipping a lovely flower patch of red and purple into his skin to look at Will.

Eyes hungry and wanting, Will was also shirtless and hard in his sweatpants. I raised an eyebrow. "Nico, sweetheart, hop off me for a moment, will you?" It took a moment for him to respond, but he obediently wiggled off my lap.

I slipped off my trousers, exposing my legs and shuffled back until I had my back against the headboard, the pillows holding me at an angle. Beckoning for Nico to come back, he crawled over and I positioned him until his back was against my chest. Will fell on the bed, eyeing Nico like a predator does prey.

Breathing against Nico's ear, I shot a wicked grin Will's way. "You wanna get fucked, handsome?" Nico's back arched against me and I felt the desperate groan more than I heard it.

"F-fuck, yes-!"

Will stripped Nico of the rest of his clothes, licking his lips at the sight of Nico's cock, red and hard and drippy with precum. "I'm gonna prep you first, okay darlin'? You think you can handle that?"

Nico nodded frantically. I smoothed my hand along the planes of Nico's ribs and hips. "Be nice, Will, he's new to all this."

I delighted in the twin moans that drew from my partners. Carefully, I reached down and pulled Nico's legs apart, thighs exposing him and a delicious blush spreading down his chest.

Grabbing the lube, Will coated his fingers in the substance and kneeled between Nico's legs. He winked. "I'll be gentle, promise."

Nico keened as the first finger eased into him, body adjusting to the intrusion and relaxing as I pressed kisses into his hair and Will went slow and soft, keeping up the pretense that this wasn't an intimately familiar situation.

"So good for me," Will breathed as Nico took a second finger, then a third. "Such a good boy for us, Nico." Said 'good boy' preened under the attention, body limp and pliable against me.

It didn't take long for Will to withdraw his hand. Nico let out a broken cry of want, and I shushed him in his ear. "Shh, I know, baby, I know, but don't you want Will to fuck you? Be the first one to experience you like this?"

Nico dug his nails into my legs bracketing him and nodded frantically. "P-please, I need him, I-I need him to f-fuck me so bad-!"

I grinned, lazily drawing circles around his nipples. "Aww, so precious, baby, wanna be fucked so bad." I looked back to Will applying a condom and hissing as he jerked himself with lube. "Don't keep us waiting, honey, you heard him."

Will practically leapt on Nico, catching him in a heavy kiss, tongues moving lazily and I held my hips as still as I could, occasionally grinding up against Nico.

They broke apart and Will sat back, lifting Nico's hips up and massaging his hole with a thumb. "You want me to fuck you, huh?" Nico rolled his hips in a frankly obscene way, and Will could stand it no longer.

He guided his cock into Nico, and I had the pleasure of hearing their sighs and moans at finally, finally getting some relief. The jealous part of me reared its head for just a second before it was pushed down by the delicious sight of Will fucking into Nico at a slow, steady pace, cock dragging against insides with wonderful friction. They fit together so well, I was so lucky to know and love and be known and loved in return.

I felt my body rocking in tandem with Will's thrusts, my hands firmly on Nico's waist to stop him wriggling too much. Whimpers and moans sang in my ears and it became harder and harder to not reach down and touch myself to the sights and sounds and sensations.

Will's breathing got heavier and heavier. "I-I'm gonna come, darlin', feels so fuckin' good, my gorgeous boy..."

I reached down and wrapped a hand around Nico's cock, hardly moving as the force of Will's thrusts let Nico fuck my hand. Nico grasped at the sheets, eyes rolling back in his head. "Sh-shit...!"

Nico came with a broken cry, tears spilling over his cheeks and Will buried himself to the hilt inside Nico, spilling into the condom with a throaty groan and leaving red fingerprints on Nico's hips.

The moment was quiet, panting as the only noise.

Very gently, Will pulled out, kissing Nico's knees apologetically as he hissed in overstimulation. In the softest voice, Will murmured, "I'll be back, gimme a sec." He slipped off the bed, legs slightly shaky and wobbled to the bathroom.

With as much effort as he could master, Nico rolled off me, pulling me down to lay with him face to face. Eyelids low, fucked out expression on his face, he gave me a small smile. "You didn't come."

I shook my head. "It's fine, gorgeous, this was about you, remember?"

In response, Nico nudged his leg between mine, pushing his thigh against me as he threw an arm around my waist and moving as close to me as he could get. His voice was breathy and worn out and unbelieveably sexy. "Use me."

Still keyed up from the sight of my partners lost in pleasure and with Nico's thigh between my legs applying a delectable amount of pressure, I rolled my hips against him. "That's it," Nico tucked his face into my neck, laving his tongue over my pulse point. I shivered and felt him grin. "Use me, sweetheart, I know you want to, I wanna feel you come, please?"

Well, when he asked so nicely, what could I do but obey? I grinded against Nico's leg, breathing hard and letting my boyfriend trace shapes with his tongue against my skin. In a few minutes I was right on the edge. Nico reached his hand down and into my underwear and in the next few seconds I was coming, soaking my underwear and his hand and his thigh. "So good, fuck, you look so good when you come."

"Oh shut up." I blushed hard and Nico kissed my cheek.

"Absolutely not."

Will returned, accompanied with towels and the sound of a running bath behind him. "Come on, this isn't over, we're still taking care of you, Neeks."

Rolling his eyes, Nico bit gently into my neck and I squeaked. "Nico!"

He sat up, a shit-eating grin on his face. "I'll come be taken care of, but only if I get to make you come properly." His eyes burned into mine, and I was helpless.

"You get an attitude after sex, you know that?"

Nico grinned, then his eyes widened, looking between me and Will. "Hey, guys? I think I might be gay."

Will face-palmed as Nico cackled. "Just get in the bath, Neeks."

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