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babbygirlblues · 2 years

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The One Chance - part iii

i.e. the unintended part ii of part ii

Summary: Before your father sets you up with a mate, you ask Natasha to be your first time. She jumps at her one chance to be with you, her best friend and the omega she’s been in love with for years.

Alpha!Nat & Omega!Reader

Prologue [Part i] [Part ii]

Warnings: oh god i'm so embarrassed, cunnilingus, size kink, soft+rough sex, loss of virginity, knotting. 3.7K

18+ MINORS DNI

You laugh at her stunned demeanour.

“I’ve never heard you swear so much.” You tease her.

She chuckles and nods, “Melina says it’s poor form for a girl to swear.”

“I like it that you have a clean mouth,” You say, “Although I have to admit, you sound very hot

when you curse.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” You nod, “Especially in Russian.”

“Russian ay?”

“Hmmhm.”

She starts to spin you around to the bed.

“Then perhaps you’d like to hear me say, полежать (lie down).”

Totally oblivious to the meaning of her words, you wiggle your eyebrows and giggle at her faux seriousness as she puts on a Russian accent.

“Hmm I like the sound of that.”

She helps you down onto the bed and you inch your way up to the pillow, distracted by the way she climbs up after you.

“Or ты хорошо пахнешь (you smell good).” She says, her palms heavy on the mattress of either side of her legs.

“That’s good.” You smile.

“I could also say, Я украл твою любимую ручку.”

“That’s a long one.” You murmur, looking up at her from your pillow, “What does it mean?”

“I stole your favourite pen.”

You gasp, “The thin black one?”

“Yeah.” She grimaces guiltily, “I’m sorry!”

You slap her playfully on the shoulder, “Hey! I’ve been looking for that.”

“I’m gonna give it straight back.” She insists.

“You better!”

The playful energy dies down and the room grows quiet with sexual tensions that surges as you look into each others eyes.

“Are you ready?” She whispers.

“Yeah, I think so.” You reply quietly, careful not to disturb the silence, “You?”

“Definitely.” She nods with a small smile.

She sits up onto her heels between your legs and drags her hands down your stomach until they press into your lower stomach and her fingertips tease along the band of your pants. She runs a soft line back and forth, to the tip of one hip bone before gliding down to your belly button and back up to the other.

Little bumps rise on your skin and it makes you shiver at the sensitivity she’s building up with her gentle touch. Your anticipation for more grows heavy in your bones, when you start to shift restlessly she teases under the band of your pants and you nudge her further. Confident fingers pop the button on your jeans and she has to tug roughly to get the tight material over your ass and down your thighs. Your breasts sway as she tugs you along the sheets with the jeans and you giggle as she pulls you off the pillow. You kick them off when she reaches your ankles and Natasha comes crawling back up the mattress.

She reaches around your back for your bra strap and fumbles with it against your skin.

“Sorry,” She huffs and an endearingly bright red flush consumes her cheeks. You stifle your laugh and press a soft kiss to the heated skin before easily flicking the clasp open behind your back.

She helps you pull the strap down over your shoulder, following the material over your skin with her lips. She trails a wavy line of wet kisses over your collarbone and down to suck a circular line of marks around the swell of your breast, avoiding your nipple in a way that drives you crazy.

“F-f-fuck,” You whimper as her lips finally close around your nipple and she sucks the sensitive nub gently into her mouth.

Her lips wander as she presses kisses through the valley of your breasts, over your sternum, and she starts to reach the soft skin of your stomach.

“Nat, nat, nat,” You call for her, clasping her under her arms, “I’m ready, please.”

“Can I taste you first?” Her hand floats over your sex and it makes you too nervous to think about her down there. You’ve never even let yourself fantasise about it.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer.” You tell her and give her another anxious tug upwards.

“Okay,” She surrenders, “Ok.”

She presses a quick kiss right above your clit through your panties before she sits up. You didn’t expect it to feel so good, your whole stomach flips and you’re left breathless as the air in your lungs disappears entirely. The heat of her lips was so intense, even through the thin cotton of your underwear and for only a heartbeat, with a simple kiss, she’s changing everything.

While she tugs her shirt off over her head, shaky hands slide your underwear off and throw it off the side of the bed. She starts to settle between your legs but before you can close your ankles around her waist she leaps back up.

“I almost forgot.” She gasps.

The muscles of the alphas back bulge as she bends over the bed and digs through her pants on the ground, retrieving a small square packet from her pocket. She carefully rips it open and you realise she’s putting out a condom. You sit up quickly and reach for her wrist to stop her. When you imagined tonight with her, it certainly didn’t end with her seed in the bin. Your omega has her hopes up about feeling Natasha’s skin and something tendrils up your spine as you feel it’s being taken away.

“You don’t have to wear it, I’m not in heat.” You tell her.

Natasha looks at you, paused over the tip of her cock.

“You could still get pregnant.” She says, blowing red hair out of her eyes as she looks up at you curiously.

“It’s unlikely,” You say, “But yeah.”

A more sensible voice pipes up in your head. Pregnant, even with Nat’s pups isn’t a good idea, no matter how much you want it. Tying her to you with a pup wouldn’t be fair to either of your careers, or your friendship for that matter.

“Um, yeah, no it’s probably a good idea.” You confirm and you remove your hand from her forearm. She rolls the condom on and you’re quickly relieved that she’d thought about this.

Still a voice in your ear keeps singing Nat’s pups, pregnant with Nat’s pups, and it sounds like a dream.

She climbs back up and your hands guide her at her waist until she’s towering back over you again. Your legs naturally drop open and you wrap your ankles inside the space between her calves.

As she looks down, her hair falls down over her forehead and into her eyes. You tenderly push it back over her head, smoothing the part into the hair and your palms press soothingly into her crown. With one arm she sinks down onto her forearm and suddenly the weight of her chest presses into yours making you sigh.

She lines herself up ready to push in but she’s immediately concerned by the size difference. Her cock looks monstrous compared to the tiny slit between your legs. The wetness there is already making her slip around the edge and up through your folds as she starts to press forwards. You mewl as she jolts awkwardly up into your cunt, the heavy drag against your skin making you squirm under her.

“Ahh, Tash.” You almost knock into her head as you tip up to watch her between your legs.

Eventually she catches on the rim and she starts to put the power of her hips behind the push. Your virgin walls start to stretch and your grip on Natasha’s arm turns painfully tight. When she looks up, your eyes are clenched closed and the grimace on your face makes her sick. She backs away and you open your eyes when you feel her pulling away.

“What’s wrong?” You whisper, confused as to why she’s stopped.

“You’re hurting.” She says.

“It’s ok, please,” You run a hand down to her hip and try to pull her down to you again. “It’s not that bad.” You assure her, “You’re just fucking big.”

She’s already battling with the voice in her head, her alpha’s voice commanding her and assuring her that she’s seconds away from finally being inside you if she just forces you open. When your soft voice begs for her cock she’s helpless to resist, so she tips back down hovering over you as she starts pressing. The resistance prevents her cock from sinking past the broadest width of her head.

“You have to relax, Y/N,” She groans, “And just breathe.”

She grips onto your hips ready for another push, “Okay, breathe.”

You take a deep breath and you exhale through your mouth she starts to force herself in. She watches as your hole starts to stretch obscenely around the tip of her cock, arousal drips from your cunt and she can feel herself start to tremble at the tight wet heat she’s pressing against.

“Just do it Tash, please.” You beg her and the teary eyed look you give her is desperate.

She huffs, disagreeing with you and she pauses her hips. You can feel her hesitating and you wish she would use the strength you know she’s capable of.

“Please, please Nat.” You whisper, “Please.”

She starts pushing, fighting almost brutally to gain the entrance you keep refusing. It’s heaven and the way her heavy cock looms over your tiny hole drives her crazy with lust. But her eyes keep flicking up to your face and she can’t bear to see you in pain. She pulls back and starts to shuffle down the bed.

You whine out loud as she leaves.

“Give me a second, honey.”

She drags you over the mattress to the edge of the bed until your ass tips on the edge and she lifts your foot to place it down right below your ass. She kneels on the carpet at the edge of the mattress and her chest sinks down to press into the top of your foot, holding it there and forcing your legs to stay open wide.

She can already smell you, the powerful scent of your sex makes her alpha start to go wild. She rubs her thumb over the outer lips of your pussy, transferring a fiery warmth through the rest of your core.

“Natalia!” Your voice cracks and you don’t recognise the squeal that escapes your lips.

She starts opening you up with gentle open mouth kisses in the little ravines of your inner thighs. You gasp and mewl uncontrollably as she licks ruthlessly through your cunt until her face is buried inside and her chin is dripping with your slick. Her lips start feather light as she kisses the hot flesh and you feel a heavy pulse settle under her tongue. Your hips jolt under heartbreaking pleasure as her lips capture your clit and suckle around the edge of the nub.

Her name joins every exhale in a raw moan as she builds up a fast rhythmic circular motion with her tongue. The sound is music to the alpha’s ears and she struggles not to become aggressive with your sensitive sex. Her middle finger easily slips inside when she presses it against your entrance and the muscles of your walls grip her in a vice grip. Her head spins and she grows impossibly harder just imagining that tightness squeezing around her cock.

Another finger joins and she stretches your walls open as she drives into you. Thrusting hard, she scrubs along your ridged walls and your arousal drips all the way down her wrist. She matches her pace, her mouth with her fingers until you’re tugging on her hair and writhing on the sheets trying to get closer and squirm away at the same time.

“Fuck, Tash.” You moan, high-pitched and breathless into the pillow. “I think I’m…”

She ramps up her pace, her fingers hammering faster into you and she sneaks a third one in, spearing you open from your clit all the way down to your entrance.

“Something… Oh god!”

You pant as your walls spasm and she rubs furiously at your clit as you cum. She slips her fingers away and watches the overflow of cum that seeps out your gaping hole. She quickly ducks back down and her lips kiss the ridge between your pussy and asshole where she laps up as much of your essence as she can.

Gradually, she traces her lips back up over your entrance and through your folds until she bumps over your clit. Instinctively she wants to go again, but you jump at even the little nudge from her nose. She tries to take you back into her mouth but the heavy warmth of her lips is too much and you push her away at the crown of her head

“Sensitive.” You whimper.

“Sorry,” She says quietly. She presses her forehead against your inner knee and wipes some of the mess off her face while examining the state of your spent sex. Your puffy folds have bloomed open, your clit like the nectar at the centre is a magnificent red. Your entrance is dripping wet and despite being rubbed pink and raw by her fingers, it’s begging for her to press back inside.

She stands back to her feet at the foot of the bed, and her hips at the perfect height to penetrate into you. She reaches for one of your hands and with intertwined fingers she presses the back of your palm into the mattress. The other hand grips under your ass, taking a grounding hold of your skin.

This time when her tip presses up against you, your hole stretches and you moan instantly.

“Better?” She whispers.

“Fuck, please Tasha.” You whimper, overcome by the sheer girth of her cock and your heart stutters at how wide she’s tearing your walls apart.

There’s still some pain but she hums quietly in your ear until she’s torn through past that initial resistance and it’s gone. The ring of muscle that clamps down over her cock feels ridiculously tight. She whimpers and groans as your walls spasm around her, ready to stretch even further.

“You’re doing so well, so good.” She breathes.

She moves your intertwined hands up above your head and she starts to inch in further. You wrap around her waist and try to meet her thrusts until she’s dug herself fully inside. Your mouth gapes open as her thighs slap against your ass and you're breathless as the sensation of being completely filled to the brim takes you over. The muscles in your stomach convulse hysterically as if you need to accommodate her where she reaches deep into your belly. You could cum if she just kissed you here.

“Oh god,” She moans.

You can only whine in response and you hold her hand with an iron grip. Your thighs quiver as you keep her locked tight between your legs.

“I don’t know if I can go slow,” She groans.

Her hips start to pump causing her cock head to ram up against your cervix and it sends waves of controllable pleasure through your body. Each one forces a breathless moan from your throat like your body can’t decide if it’s pleasurable or painful.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” You’re unable to control the soft sounds. It’s almost pornographic and if you weren’t so fuzzy headed, you’d be mortified to be so uninhibited in front of the alpha.

Natasha slumps down over you, her hands on either side of your head and she digs her face into your neck. Her hips keep rutting against you, the friction against your skin turning your ass and inner thighs bright red.

“You have to tell me to stop.” She says, her voice straining.

She growls when you only answer her with a moan, but not even like this could she scare you, you trust her too much.

“Y/N!” She commands.

You whimper as you feel the frustration building beneath her skin.

“You have to tell me to stop,” She repeats, her voice rumbling even deeper.

“I’ll tell you,” You promise in a shaky whimper, “I’ll tell you.”

That soothes her for a moment and she kisses you, so familiar with your lips already. Her movements start so slow and tender. She pulls out inch by inch, exposing her dripping wet member to the air, leaving only the head inside before she’s gliding back in. Her movement is torturously slow, the floods of arousal in your cunt sucks and squelches crudely around her cock.

“Oh god.” She groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Harder, Tash.” You groan, your head writhing on the sheets.

She rocks into you slightly faster, but still so gentle. It makes you gasp and she nuzzles her nose into the cruz of your neck, fighting the urge to cum.

“You’re so tight, I can hardly move.” She replies huskily.

Her hips move again, fast and gentle, she only pulls out half-way and pushes in until an inch remains. You can sense the strength she’s holding back.

“More, more.” You plead.

She hums above you, hesitant and unsure. “More?”

“Yesss,” You hiss, “Harder,”

She thrusts in faster and you moan as she rocks her thighs into your ass, fully sheathed inside.

“Harder,” You moan again,

She sinks down fully into you, her arms slide up under your shoulders as her pelvis finally rams into you with all her might. You reach around her neck and scratch down her upper back with blunt nails in a desperate search for a release from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Ngghh,” You choke as the force against her cervix makes your chest crumble.

She rocks into you in clumsy rhythms, changing from slow to frantically fast until she finds a pace that makes you moan. She keeps steady after that but it’s fast and you’re stunned by her stamina when she doesn’t let the power in her thrusts fade under her ruthless pace.

“Nat, Nat, Nat, N-Nat,” Your voice starts to turn hoarse and you can hardly hear yourself above the resounding thump of your bedhead into the wall and Natasha breathing in your ear.

At the sounds of her name from your lips, it’s like the animal inside her takes over. She moves like she’s moulding your cunt to the breadth of her cock, stretching and scrubbing a spot inside you that makes you crazy.

The expanse of her chest and stomach is hot and heavy against you. Her skin is smooth and unbelievably soft, it’s a stark contrast to her harsh movements. She draws out slowly before driving back into your walls. The remainder of yesterday's knot is small enough that for the first few thrusts she’s able to jam it past your entrance and you obediently let her pleasure the sensitive flesh in your walls.

The tight massage against her knot makes her whimper into her neck. She can feel her tip press up against a firm muscle that makes you moan so she thumps into it as hard as she can.

Her hips get faster and she starts to lose her grace as her knot grows and it punches up against your entrance, no longer able to spit you open. She growls in frustration and your omega starts to get agitated when you can’t please Natasha. You don’t know what to do while your walls flutter nervously, seemingly able to sense Natasha’s threatening knot.

She starts to jackhammer into you, becoming more aggressive when she’s still denied complete entrance.

“Shit,” She curses, finally understanding her dilemma. “My knot.”

You look down at the imposing bulge as it presses firmly against your dripping and reddened abused hole.

“Please Natasha,” You whimper and your pathetic attempt to rock down into it makes her swoon. Your head is still swirling with the desperation to have her despite the intimidation of her size.

She shakes her head at your plea.

“I can take it.” You moan.

She groans and it sounds like a ‘no’.

“I can take it,” You whimper, your voice faltering as she humps timidly against your sensitive core.

Your voice falls into a rumble as you lighty breathe, “Make me take it.”

You know you’re baiting her alpha with your request and almost on command she roars softly into your skin. She starts to grab at your thighs and she drags you back onto her as she rams into you. Your whole body lurches with the force from her thrusts and the most intense orgasm builds in an instant, your body's reaction to the pain is pure pleasure. Your toes curl and your legs tense up in the air, trembling with the spasming of your walls, it gives Natasha extra leverage to push your thighs up into your chest so you're completely exposed. Your hips lift from the sheets as she uses the strength in her arm to tilt your pelvis upwards and she starts to grind into you from above.

Natasha starts instinctively pumping thick demanding pheromones in the air, so heavy it makes your eyes sting. But the reaction from your body is almost instantaneous as a deluge of slick excitement drips down your inner thighs and coats the swelling knot jutting against your entrance.

Natasha nuzzles her nose into your scent gland and she teases where a mating bite would go. When her teeth graze over the sensitive skin your body goes completely limp. The sudden slack in your legs makes them drop wide on either side of your chest and it stretches your hole wide enough for Natasha’s next brutal thrust to force her knot into you. Your clamp down around her hard, hot white spots take over your vision and the orgasm that rips through you makes your back arch and your neck tip back into the mattress as the shocks ripple through you. Natasha breaks immediately. The tight pressure around her knot releases the overload of pent up pressure in her core and she humps uncontrollably into your as she cums. The stream seems never ending, even after your aftershocks slowly die off and your walls tire from massaging around her cock, she’s still softly moaning in between heavy breathes against your neck.

#natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov x reader #wlw #writing #natasha x reader #The One Chance #18+ content

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ghost-bxrd · 1 month

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Headcanon that when Jason so much as says “ow..” on the comms the rest of the batfam immediately assume he must be dying.

#look Jason NEVER complains about being in pain #so it must be BAD #and after one close call #(and one death)#they’re not taking any chances #jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #batfam #robin #bruce wayne #ghost talks #red hood #batman #damian wayne #tim drake #batdad #headcanon a

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anonymousdandelion · 8 months

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A general tip for students who are sending those dreaded Religious Absence Emails to your professors: Rather than asking permission to take the day(s) off, politely let them know that you will be taking the day(s) off.

In other words, consider not saying this:

"May I miss class on [date] so I can observe [holiday]?"

It's not that there's anything wrong with the above, per se. But because it's phrased as a request, it risks coming across as optional — a favor you hope to be granted. Problem is, favors are not owed, and so unfortunately asking permission opens the door for the professor to respond "Thanks for asking. No, you may not. :)"

Instead, try something along the lines of:

"I will need to miss class on [date] because I will be observing [holiday]. I wanted to let you know of this conflict now, and to ask your assistance in making arrangements for making up whatever material I may miss as a result of this absence."

This is pretty formal language (naturally, you can and should tweak it to sound more like your voice). But the important piece is that, while still being respectful, it shifts the focus of the discussion so that the question becomes not "Is it okay for me to observe my religion?", but rather, "How can we best accommodate my observance?"

Because the first question should not be up for debate: freedom of religion is a right, not a favor. And the second question is the subject you need to discuss.

(Ideally, do this after you've looked up your school's policy on religious absences, so you know what you're working within and that religious discrimination is illegal. Just in case your professor forgot.)

#this strategy got me through all of college #and some professors were a lot more supportive than others but no one ever told me no #because i didn't give them the chance #jumblr #judaism #religious absences #relevant to other minority religions as well #as well as non-religious accommodations #and non-school settings #dandelion says #jewish dandelion #note: the policy/legality details will vary depending on where you live and go to school #when i talk about religious discrimination laws this is based on public universities in the us

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overstayedtime · 5 months

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saltburn details that make my brain explode bc theyre so beautifully done

felix & venetia having matching star tattoos

the vampire scene hinting at venetias death

the catton players display with the stones ontop at the end

venetia telling the doppelganger story and seeing a felix doppelganger in the window (hints at felix’s death)

these r some of the details i really love that emerald put into the film & i feel like they add a lot

#barry keoghan #emerald fennell #felix catton #jacob elordi #oliver quick #cattonquick #saltburn #venetia catton #alison oliver #rosamund pike #richard e. grant #saltburn movie #saltburn details #i cannot stop thinking about it #i love saltburn #one chance jacob please

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bulletsgirl · 2 years

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ppl who werent changed forever by youre gonna go far kid by the offspring when they were like 11 and insanely impressionable you just cant understand me

#SLOWLY OUT OF LINE AND DRIFTING CLOSER IN YOUR SIGHTS #SO PLAY IT OUT IM WIDE AWAKE ITS A SCENE ABOUT ME #THERES SOMETHING IN YOUR WAY AND NOW SOMEONE IS GONNA PAY #AND IF YOU CANT GET WHAT YOU WANT WELL ITS ALL BECAUSE OF ME #NOW DANCE FUCKER DANCE MAN I NEVER HAD A CHANCE #AND NO ONE EVEN KNEW IT WAS REALLY ONLY YOU #AND NOW YOULL LEAD THE WAY #SHOW THE LIGHT OF DAY #NICE WORK YOU DID #YOURE GONNA GO FAR KID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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jameszmaguire · 8 months

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I think it would be better for everyone if I were to be left alone in the future. Don't you?

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cosmosnout · 9 days

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The most doomed siblings ever

#I don’t usually share that many sketches but I think abt them a lot #like ok obv Luffy means the world to both of them but before asl is was just Ace and Sabo being bffs #imagine just forgetting someone who literally used to be your best friend #imagine you remember someone you haven’t seen in years and not having the chance to reconnect with that person bc they’re gone #but you still see that person constantly in everything around you and in all the people he has met #anyway I’m so miserable abt them #art #digital art #my art #fanart #drawing #digital illustration #one piece #portgas d ace #ace #sabo

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jsketch12 · 2 months

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lesbian elf love......

#elf yuri #suggestive #not gonna flag this one bc people complained the other suggestive one was flagged #i didn't want to take chances with whether people would complain about seeing semi bare elfiddies #even tho i did tag it as suggestive #but i forgot this is tumblr and not twitter which is overrun by people who yell SUS??? when a girl shows the slightest bit of skin

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miothle · 3 months

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be my valentine?💝

#sunday hsr #honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanart #hsr sunday #hsr fanart #my art #fanart #art #HAPPY VALENTINES FOLKS!!!#JUST ONE CHANCE SUNDAY PLS🙏

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ohbother2 · 3 months

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do you know what?

I miss long seasons.

I miss seasons that had 20 episodes and half of them could be cut and nothing would be lost to the story.

I miss the episodes where nothing fucking happens but you get to see the main cast goofing around with one another. You get to see their interactions, their relationships develop, their day-to-day lives and how they all fit together in them.

You get the Christmas/halloween/valentine's special -is it needed? certainly not. but is it good? is it entertaining? does it give the show and characters life? do we, the viewers, enjoy it? YES!

give me long stories!! give me little quarrelling spats between characters that can be resolved in one episode with no need to have an impact on the greater story! make these stories real!

let me enjoy them before they end!!!

I absolutely love Hazbin Hotel and the little world that's been created, but I can't help but feel disappointed we're only getting two seasons of 8 episodes.

back in the early 2000's 16 episodes would have been ONE season, never mind the entire thing.

show my angel dust and husk and nifty and sir penthouse living their daily lives in the hotel! show me Charlie brainstorming ways to redeem sinners! give me Charlie forcing the hotel staff to do cringe-y exercises! give me an entire episode of Vox trying to follow alastor through security cameras! Give me husks typical day! Give me a special through the eyes of nifty on a mission to irradiate the hotel of bugs! Give me sir penthouse and the egg boys up to no good!

give me something other than the bare necessities to make the story flow

6 months have nearly gone by in the hotel, and it feels like 1 month.

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c6jpg · 10 months

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Very fun. But it's not enough. Let me make something clear: you think of yourselves as "magicians", but when you're on the stage you're first and foremost actors. Good actors hone their craft to mesmerize the whole crowd.

#genshin #genshinedit #genshinet #genshin impact #arlecchino #harbingers #m:gifs #m:*#m:gifs:arlecchino #MISS ARLECCHINO ONE CHANCE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#also i'm away from home and not used to giffing on my laptop hope the coloring is okay OTL #i might gif more stuff from the trailer tomorrow but for now HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#m:1k #m:3k

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babbygirlblues · 2 years

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The One Chance - part i

(i.e. chapter one)

Alpha!Nat & Omega!Reader, reader gets threatened on the street, kissing, dry humping, yeah. 4K

18+ MINORS DNI

“Please,” You beg, “Please, Father. I really don’t want to do this.”

He doesn’t budge in his seat at the head of the table. He’s chewing on a mouthful of food and you have to wait for him to wash it down with a sip of wine before he answers.

“This isn’t a choice, Y/N.”

You know it’s useless to fight and your heart drops as his words sink in.

A mate, an alpha, strong, from a good family, for your good future.

Your head swirls with a wild hurricane of thoughts, red hair and green eyes at the centre.

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The three of them ogle and sneer.

You’re standing at the bus stop around the corner from Natasha’s gym where she comes out freshly showered and weary eyed. It’s a beautiful sight, one that makes waiting alone after the sunset worth it.

They keep their distance for a while and you take quiet cautionary glances at them. It’s obvious they’re alpha’s, the kind that gives the rest of them a bad name. The leader is bulky and bristly, he puffs his chest out in a way that makes your stomach turn in disgust rather than fear. The two that back him up are almost as big and the blonde on his left is genuinely scary.

“You smell like you’re looking for a daddy.” The leader calls out and they move closer, dragging their feet across the concrete as they approach you.

“Mmm smells good to me.” The blonde sneers and he lunges forwards towards you, pressing his nose close to your hair. You try to not react, that’s what they’re looking for, you remind yourself and you stay still in place.

The other two laugh at the grimace on your face. The blonde alpha stinks like he’s been pumping out pheromones all afternoon. It makes you sick as your stomach turns and you resist the urge to gag. He starts to lean in closer and a grimy hand reaches for your waist.

The smell suddenly dissipates when the blonde is shoved back away from you hard and he almost trips over his feet at the power with which his body is forced backwards.

“Fuck off!” Natasha snarls. Her voice is raspy, feminine and commanding. She gently pulls you behind her as she puffs her chest making herself look bigger. She smells perfect to you, her familiar scent immediately makes you feel safe.

The three of them laugh at her. She’s only slightly taller than you, but they don’t know she’s contending for a place on the national team in mixed martial arts. You’ve seen her take down alphas, male and female, double and triple her size with ease.

“Oh? What’s this then?” The leader pipes up, intrigued by Natasha’s appearance.

“A beta bitch?” The third one slurs.

Natasha lets it slide; she's never been one to bother asserting dominance amongst other alphas. You press your palm into her lower back, a silent plea for her to be careful.

“Step aside, don’t want you to get hurt.” He mocks her. “We just wanna tasty treat, right boys,”

They murmur an agreement amongst themselves, emboldened in their small group.

“It’s an alpha’s right.” The blonde sneers, staring you down.

That makes Natasha rumble with a husky growl, her chest reverberating around the deep sound. It makes them pause in their tracks but it makes you mewl silently. Your omega practically keens.

She’s an alpha, they realise. And it should be obvious in the power of her stance, in the breath of her chest and limbs, and the aggressive way she defends you. But you’re not mated to her, you smell unclaimed and it doesn’t make sense for an alpha like her to defend someone she’s not mated to.

They awkwardly shake her off and slowly drag themselves away from the confrontation, smart enough to at least recognise she’d put up a nasty fight.

She stares them down as they leave and you reach a small hand to the crease of her elbow, gripping the tense curve of her bicep. It draws her attention back to you and she’s suddenly a different person. She smiles as you thank her quietly, a little embarrassed by how much you enjoy her protectiveness and the fact you needed it in the first place.

She shrugs and knocks into your shoulder playfully, “You could have handled them.” She says.

You follow her on the bus when it pulls up and she guides you into a seat against the window. In the aisle seat next to you, she slides her duffle bag under her chair and you pass her an ear bud to play the calming music you know she likes. Her arm brushes against yours with the sway of the rickety bus until eventually she wraps her arm around the back of your seat. Out the window, you watch cars pass by and you play over the question lingering on your mind. But it’s hard to think of anything now that Natasha is here. Everything about her reminds you of what you’re risking and the fear comes right back, blowing like a cool breeze up your spine at the thought of losing her over a stupid love-sick request.

~~~

Upstairs in your bedroom there’s a soft glow from your fairy lights hanging from the ceiling. They’re a relic from your childhood you’ve never bothered to pull down, and they set an intimate atmosphere you can’t resist turning on.

Your eyes follow Natasha like a lost puppy as she flops backwards onto your bed, her hair splays out over the white sheets and her legs hang over the edge. You’re stuck in the middle of the carpet looking at her while the scent of her aggressively protective pheromones lingers in your nose. It stirrers that molten desire for her that perpetually simmers in your stomach. You try to tear your eyes away from the small bulge below the band of her sweat pants that isn’t usually there. It’s disrespectful and she’s so much more than that to you. Your eyes draw up her torso to her face where her eyes are closed and she breathes softly through thick red lips. Somehow that does more damage to the lava in your core, she’s so beautiful.

“Anyway,” She sighs, “What about you?”

Her head tilts upwards as she examines your awkward stance at her feet.

“Ms Medicine, or should I say Dr.?” She lifts an eyebrow teasingly.

You slide down on the bed next to her so your heads are at the same height and you can look at her upclose now.

She’s grown into her features over the years since you were kids. Her face has gotten longer, her cheekbones more defined and her nose slightly bigger. The extra training from working in the professional leagues has made her more muscular, the subtle thickness of her neck is accentuated at her pulse and scent glands.

It’s hard to focus. She looks so much older these days and your mind is busy replaying the image of her strong arms pushing away that blonde alpha at the bus stop. Her raspy growl still echoes in your ears.

You realise she’s waiting for an answer and you shrug with a soft smile.

“I’m good.” You tell her.

Not really. You’re running out of time, you tell yourself.

Natasha carefully observes the hesitance in your eyes, there’s something you’re not telling her and that protectiveness lingers in her chest. The world is a hard place, hard for her and even worse for you. But there’s a comfort that you bring her that’s equally as exciting as it is warm. It’s addictive. Her father says it’s a consequence of her bond to you, it’s simply her body’s reaction. But her mind and heart says that this is different, it's bigger than her bond.

“Thanks for protecting me today,” You whisper.

Your lips are inches from hers. Through thick eyelashes your irises flicker between emerald eyes and her pink lips as you struggle to keep eye contact, afraid of the words that will come pouring out if you let them.

“What’s really going on in that big brain?” Natasha questions softly.

You shift anxiously on the mattress, afraid of her reaction and terrified that she won’t care.

“My father,” You start to speak but the words die in your throat.

“What?”

“He…” Your face turns slightly into the sheets, half hiding your lips away so the words can't come out.

“He what?” She presses carefully, her hand pushes your shoulder backwards and tilts you back up to face her. “Did he hurt you?”

“No, he…” You swallow the lump in your throat. “He’s setting me up with a mate.”

“Oh.”

Her eyes widen as she slowly starts to comprehend the meaning of this upcoming arrangement. She hardens her face under a forcefully neutral expression while her heart breaks. It’s official she thinks, she’s finally waited too long and now she’s lost you forever. She’s always been too scared to tell you how she feels. Your father would never approve of a female alpha as a mate, nor would she risk ruining your friendship to tell you the truth.

“When?” She whispers in air that is suddenly stale and suffocating in your room.

“A couple weeks, he’s coming to meet me with his parents.”

“He?” Her eyes are on the lookout for any clues from your face. “An alpha?”

You nod, attentive to the tense energy in her shoulders and traps. She watches a salty tear slowly track down your cheeks and the broken pieces of her heart shatter. You wipe it away restlessly, impatient with your own display of emotion but Natasha doesn’t try to hide the worried look in her eyes.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” You mumble carelessly, but you don’t convince her.

You can feel your question on the tip of your tongue and your eyes blur with tears as your chest thrums with nervous, fearful energy. You’ve got to ask her today, it's your last chance.

There's a thick and incandescent tension between you on the bed. Both of you are heavy with the news and there’s an air of apprehension about this future meeting. She bravely holds your gaze, it's soft and open and curious as you reach up to brush a strand of red hair out of her eyes. There's a quiet and uncertain understanding between you as you both try to read the other's mind, hoping that the other will reveal something beneath the surface.

You hand lingers at her forehead, caressing the warm skin there and she leans into your touch. Her eyes flutter under heavy eyelids and your gaze drops down to pink pillowy lips. In your head you’re begging for her to take pity on you.

She doesn’t even realise what she’s doing, caught in your tender embrace, something makes her lean over the last inch of space between you and her lips brush light as a feather against yours. Your eyes flutter closed and you absorb every detail before you kiss her back, your lips capturing hers gently. She presses forwards passionately in response and your noses brush against each other when she tilts her head for better access.

Your fingers snake through her hair, still slightly damp from the shower and you tangle in the locks at the base of her skull. She breathes you deep into her lungs. Your smell, sweet like honey and cinnamon, makes her head spin. The taste of your lips make her want to sink deeper into your mouth, demanding the taste of your tongue.

The sound of your lips pushing together and pulling apart mixes with the heartbeat thundering in your ears as you kiss her eagerly, her lips becoming hot and heavy against your mouth. For years you’ve waited for this, dreamed of it. Your omega rejoices at the feeling and pheromones seep from your glands begging her for more. A thick arm follows your head back onto the bed and she tips on top of you, holding herself on a forearm and hand on either side of your head. You whimper quietly and your hands tremble as you start to reach for her waist to pull her closer.

Suddenly, she retracts completely, your lips lilting apart as she rips back away from you. She slumps on her knees, panting heavily under her breath and she looks at you with an unreadable expression.

The alphas head swirls, she feels like she’s been caught in a fever dream. Her lips are tingling, wet and swollen. She panics as she slowly realises that she just kissed you. She’s terrified that she’s ruined your relationship forever, how are you supposed to trust her now? She’s just like those alpha’s at the bus stop - willing to take what she wants without permission. Her heart pounds even harder and she’s disgusted by the enthusiastic reaction in her pants.

Your eyes are glazed over as you try to make sense of her reaction and you sit up beside her. She doesn’t know it, but your omega is sobbing pitifully in your chest, the alphas' hash reaction making her hurt and inconsolable.

“Sorry, I’m probably not a good kisser,” You mumble.

Your face is flushed ruby red and Natasha is immediately sobered by the dejected look on your face. She knows you better than the back of her hand, the pain and discomfort radiates off you and it’s painted over your body language. Never did she expect to be the cause of it. Your fingers pick at your nail beds and she flinches at the tears blurring your eyes.

She claws to make it better.

“What? No, it was really good.” She rushes, “Great actually,”

“You don’t have to say that,” You tell her, “You didn’t even like it.”

“No, no, I did like it. ” She insists. I loved it, too much.

“I can’t believe I pushed myself on you like that.” She says, “I didn’t even ask if you wanted to.”

You wait a moment for your omega to calm but Natasha’s still panting softly beside you. It’s painting an unhelpful image in your mind.

“I did want to kiss you.” You murmur, your voice dripping with vulnerable honesty.

You run a rough palm through your hair, pressing the tussled mess out of your face.

“Uhm,” You clear your throat awkwardly, “I was actually going to ask you,”

You look up at her and wish that she could read your mind.

“Yeah?”

“Since the whole set up thing is happening…” You explain, “I want my first time to be with someone I trust.”

“I was hoping maybe you would…” You trail off, unable to actually ask her to sleep with you.

Natasha’s body starts to thrum at the implication in your voice.

“Make love to me.” You mumble softly.

Her eyes trace the words on your lips and your eyes look to her full of a hesitant hope. Her alpha roars to life, screaming at her this is my chance and her pants start to tighten at the crotch as she feels herself grow hot.

Natasha’s eyes are wide and you start to worry that she’s going to be offended. The last thing you want is to drive away your best friend with such an inappropriate request.

“Are you sure?” She whispers.

You nod at her, “You don’t have to say yes.”

“Yes,” She cuts you off without a beat.

You can’t help the breathy giggle that escapes from your lips, the way Natasha beams at you is beautiful. God, you’re so in love with her.

You inch closer to her again and she slowly leans back over you, chasing your lips as you lean backwards. The pinky finger of her left hand nervously brushes against your outer thigh.

You let her claim your lips again and you press back equally hard. Your tongue cheekily pokes out to caress her lower lip but you whimper when her tongue slips out to fight for dominance and lick into your mouth. Her lips are full and tenacious, she kisses you softly and then nips at your lip like a warning that makes your stomach soar with butterflies. As she starts to push you onto your back to lie down but you bring a hand up onto her chest and push her slightly. She stops the instant she feels you resisting her.

“We can’t tonight,” You say regrettably. The hand in her chest smooths down the curve of her arm where thick muscles flex under her weight. “My mother will be home in an hour.”

Natasha's heart stutters and she shifts nervously on the mattress, her underwear feels painfully tight and the baggy grey sweatpants on top don’t do a good job hiding anything. She feels like she’s carrying a neon light pointing at her crotch that screams I’ve got a hard-on the size of a tree branch. An exaggeration, maybe.

“Tomorrow night?” You ask her in a soft, anxious voice, “My parents are going away for the week.”

“Tomorrow’s good.” She says and her voice cracks embarrassingly on tomorrow.

She starts fumbling around for her bag hanging by the edge of the bed.

“Tash?”

“Yeah,” She cowers away from your gaze and you see the way she curls her arms over her lap.

You gesture at her crotch, “You can’t leave like that,” You tell her gently.

You smile at her and it makes her blush harder.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” She stutters.

“Don’t apologise,” You whisper. You can see the shake in her hands and you’re amazed to find her so nervous in front of you. She’s always so composed, you didn’t think you could have that effect on her. But she’s irresistible, now you’ve felt her mouth, tasted her lips, you’re longing for more of her.

Anything she’ll give you.

You don’t give yourself time to think about it, in a moment of bravery, you swing a leg over her and plant yourself in her lap. She gasps and her hands reflexively grasp your waist as she starts to panic, pulling you up and off her growing erection.

“It’s ok,” You whisper, appeasing her with a loving kiss to her lips.

You press your hips against her hands and delicately rock down onto her. The effect is instantaneous. Her grip switches and she guides your hips down harder as her pelvis presses up and into the warmth between your legs.

You roll against her firmly, the abrasive material at the seam of her pants scratches you through your tights.

“Fuck!” She moans.

Aching, heavy, heated arousal starts to pool in your panties as Natasha helps you set a rhythm humping against her.

Her feet plant solidly on the ground giving her the ability to thrust up hard against you. The rock-hard bulge in her pants starts to pound into the sensitive skin around your pussy and there’s no-where for the blunt pressure to escape. You take the brunt of her thrusts as they rock your body up into the air and you try your best to keep up with her fervent pace, grinding yourself along the restricted length of her cock.

“Oh god!” Natasha moans, her voice shaky and high pitched.

Her head fogs up and her mouth opens with soft moans of your name, over and over, that you do your best to soothe, you kiss along her neck, up along her jaw and eventually back to her lips. She’s gorgeous, all soft and smooth skin, you admire how red and puffy her face is getting and try not to think about the same effect between her legs.

The pressure doesn’t take long to build but right before she starts to break, a different kind of throbbing starts to thrum at the base of her cock. Something desperate in the pit of her stomach starts to crave more. Her alpha is all too aware that it's you above her. Her whole body starts to vibrate, but she shoves that voice down as it tells her to rip your pants off and make you hers for real.

"Fuck," She grunts, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

She sounds pained and you hurry to console her.

"You're okay," You whisper, "It's ok."

Your glands start to burn with the fog of pheromones seeping out to please her and it seems to work. Natasha picks up her pace, your hands move to grip on her shoulders as you cling on for dear life as she rocks her pelvis under you. Your cheek presses against the sharp line of her jaw and every exhale forces soft feminine whines from your lips as you moan and whimper at the painful and pleasurable way her bulge strikes your clit. She hears the soft sound crystal clear in the ear your lips press against and it captivates her alpha long enough to forget about all that’s missing.

Your chests rub together. Her nipples, hard through her shirt, brush against your own in an oscillation of forceful and gentle pressure as you bang back and forth into her. You moan her name as a small orgasm bursts from the grinding pressure bumping against your clit, making your cunt pulse and gush. All at once, the powerful scent of your arousal wafts up and it’s far too much for her, she lets go.

Her fingertips dig into your skin and she pulls you down hard into her pelvis. She thrusts up into you uncontrollably as she squirts into her underwear, every hump against your cunt is joined with a breathy groan as she instinctively tries to pump her seed in you, it makes your omega mewl and scratch against your rib cage in disappointment.

She catches her breath hidden away in the crux of your neck and a tentative hand snakes around your waist to hold you tight against her chest. Your nose nudges against her scent gland as you hope that at least some of her scent is seeping into your sheets and clinging to your skin so you can enjoy it after she’s gone.

“Oh my god.” She whispers, tilting her head back and the muscles in her throat strain under the weight of her head. You debate pressing a wet kiss to the thick vein bulging from under her skin as it thumps with her fast pulse, it’s calling out to you but your bravado is slipping away now that the high of her movement against you is over. Her dazed expression makes you giggle and soon the pair of you are giggling manically into the heated air between you.

“Are you okay?” You whisper.

You can feel her still hard beneath you and you’re doing your best not to press too much weight onto her lap as you climb off her legs.

“More than okay.” She replies, a shy smile poking a cute dimple into her cheeks.

It takes her a moment to relax and you wait for the moment to become awkward but it doesn't happen. Eventually she stands up from the bed and you don’t stop her this time when she reaches for her bag. You want to tell her you love her. You love the flush in her cheeks and the softness of her hands when they wrap around you. You adore the thickness of her thighs, the feeling of being chest to chest and her lips are even better than you imagined. Most of all, you love the things you can’t see on the surface.

But you keep your mouth shut, at least until tomorrow, you can’t risk ruining your chance to be with her.

You walk her downstairs to your door and watch through the window curtains as she jogs down the street towards her house. Every step reminds her of the painful knot rubbing against the rough material of her pants. She spends the whole trip home thinking of nothing but your glazed eyes, the beautiful bounce in your breasts, and the blissful warmth between your legs.

Yelena looks at her suspiciously when she comes in through the backdoor with her bag covering her crotch which she tries and fails to make look natural. Luckily Alexi isn’t there to get a whiff of her and she washes away any incriminating evidence in the shower.

At home, you skip dinner, telling your parents that you’ve come down with a stomach ache and it’s not exactly a lie. There’s a flood of wetness that continues to build every time your mind drifts back to the redhead. It’s certainly not the first time your cunt has wept thinking about her, but this one leaves a sharp and painful stabbing sensation behind. You hide under your sheets for the rest of the night, itching to see Natasha again and god knows, it’s always like this with her.

~~~

part ii ❤️

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pairing: Coriolanus Snow/Reader

cw: 17+ hate. fucking. dubcon, possessive behavior, corio is emotionally abusive, vaguely implied Plinth reader, p in v, unprotected sex, nsfw below the cut,

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a/n: i just know hes so hung you guys i want him so bad

Living in the shadow of Lucy Gray was never an easy feat. That’s all she was after the erasure; a shadow, soon to be only a whisper on the sleeping breath of Coriolanus. The closest he could ever feel to real love was with the District 12 songbird, and had she been more than just a district animal, a member of the Capitol, there was no doubt in your mind he would have married her instead.

Your days at the academy, a few years his inferior, were spent in the naive mindset that he was fully capable of love. However, the only true love he would ever feel was towards the power in his cold-handed grasp. After your graduation, you continued living with your family, their prized figurehead of poise and beauty, until they managed to propose your hand to him, only a year or so before he became president.

Coriolanus, living on top of his family’s hidden debt and poverty, accepted nearly immediately, driven by the thought of the millions that came with your name. Your family, so charmed by the icy man, was manipulated into paying for the lavish ceremony. A Capitol wedding was a spectacle to behold, a sea of colored heads and garments, textiles in unique patterns decorating the spectators in a myriad of colors. An insipid eye-sore, in his opinion.

And there you were, the pale lavender of your dress cascading down your body like the drapes that covered a window in a lonely mansion, baby fat gone. The bright light in your eyes that has now long-since faded, the happy expression you held, truly believing the facade he had put on to convince your family that he was a perfect match, it all fueled a fire of satisfaction in his psyche. He remembered the young girl from their studious days, the sneaky glances shot his way from a face framed by baby fat, it was so easy to take advantage of a schoolgirl crush, to charm his way right into your heart. He’d never go hungry again, and he could finally focus solely on his rise to power.

Or so he thought. When you managed to pick his intentions apart and discovered the cunning and manipulative nature of the man, you became defiant, fucking petulant. Your once tender and loving gaze, seeking to nurture and care for him, hardened like the calcium deposits on the well pumps in the poorer districts of Panem. He heard in passing from the workers of the house about your violent fits of tears late at night. It wasn’t like he cared, hell, the idea of your reddened face damp with tears and snot amused him to no end. But fuck if it didn’t annoy him when Tigris became your closest friend and confidant.

Coriolanus kept you locked away in the golden cage of his home, not permitting the men of his staff to go near you, forcing you to discuss with him the simplest task of visiting your own family. You were still the key to his now inherited wealth, a prize that he had won with cunning and malicious tactics, and the thought of you straying into the arms of another man, who could take you, who could take even a bit of the control he held, it infuriated him to no end.

It took almost a year for you to realize that without your family, he was completely broke, and it took almost two to realize he never once held even a glimmer of fondness towards you, that he was using you. Tigris, who had spoken to you during her regular visits, had become the arms you fell into when the agony of your situation first befell you. Her hands wrapped around your body as she shushed and hummed quietly were a solace to you as the pain dawned on you. Three years after your marriage, you would speak in hushed tones over cooling tea, not bothering to hide your glare when Coriolanus bothered joining. He was no longer the subject matter of your conversations with Tigris, instead discussing gossip that had spread through the yammering mouths of Capitol citizens, and the newest trends to pass around them. She had become your dearest friend, one he couldn’t find a valid reason to hide you from. Though he never would admit while his heart was still beating, despite your shared animosity, you were still his favorite accessory.

The Reaping ceremonies for the next annual Hunger Games would begin soon, which became a sensitive topic between you and Coriolanus. It was no secret to you who Lucy Gray Baird had been, who she had been to him. What the hunger games meant to him. You resented her. Not for the place she held near his heart, but for managing to escape him before he had caged her.

The fire of your arguments was always sparked by her name, the tinder and fuel having already been prepared by the years of building resentment. Almost always in his office, your hands would shove him back as he rapidly approached you after you provoked him with harsh and unforgiving words, only fanning the flame of hatred he felt towards you. Then he would corner you, your back against the wall as one hand found your neck and the other found your hair, his fingernails digging at your scalp. His minty breath falling out of his mouth in heavy gasps as he fought the urge to kill you right there. You made him feel as though he was an animal from the districts, dirty and foaming at the mouth. And he hated that.

“You know I would never harm you.” He’d always reassure you when his grip on your throat finally loosened, his eyes taking in the way you would suck in air he had prevented from reaching your lungs. Coriolanus considered what little he allowed you, even the air you breathed, a favor. He thought himself generous, benevolent even. He wasn’t of course, and you were always quick to point that out.

Today's argument was only different in setting, within the walls of your shared bedroom rather than his office. You had shoved him, predictable, and turned to storm away, wanting to find a guest room to sleep in instead. But before you could reach the door, his hand had yanked you by your hair back towards him before nearly throwing you on the bed. When you sat up to scramble away, he shoved you back down by your shoulders and crawled on top of you, effectively pinning you to the mattress, an echo of your frequent taunts. It was rare that you two would actually be in such a position, as neither of you particularly craved intimacy with one-another, yet the way one hand slid up your negligee and gripped the curve of your thigh conveyed a much different message tonight.

“I just wish you’d shut up for once, you know that?” He growled. Coriolanus Snow was an aggressive lover. He put all his weight on his forearm strung across your chest to keep you pinned down as his fingers left their place on your thigh and slid up to the junction of your legs, cupping your heat rather aggressively before shoving them aside and sliding his fingers over your folds to find the sensitive and rather neglected bundle of nerves. You could hardly hide the shudder that overcame you as you responded.

“Fuck you!” You spat at him, writhing under his touch. Your head fell back on the luxurious sheets and you bit back a moan as he swirled his fingers in a circular motion over your clit, stirring the lust you had repressed to life. How he loved to see your eyes rolling back into your skull as you fought surrendering to his ministrations. The edges of his mouth lifted in a smug little smirk when your arousal became more evident, making your cunt slick and pliable.

Oh, how he adored to see his poor, neglected wife fall victim to her own human nature. It made him want to consume you whole, like you were a treat he got all to himself. Coriolanus’s mouth fell to your collarbone and his teeth scraped over the thin skin as he slipped his middle finger inside your sopping hole, earning an earnest mewl from your normally argumentative lips. He bit down rather hard at the junction of your neck and shoulder as he slowly, teasingly pumped his finger in and out. This would be easier than he thought.

He tilted his head back up to take in the sight of your demeanor flickering to something more vulnerable, before taking your mouth with his. He kissed you like you provided the air he needed to breathe, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate. You’d be a fool to say you didn’t still crave him after the years of strained marriage. His teeth clashed with yours as you both attempted to deepen the kiss. When he pushed another finger inside of you, hooking them and speeding up, your mouth fell open with a shaky moan, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

When your mother described to you what sex was like, she explained it like an intimate dance, where two souls would merge with love and passion. But it was never like that between the two of you. It was always a battle, aggressive and antagonistic as one of you sought to take something from the other. For Coriolanus, it was a display of his authority and control. His fingers quickened in pace and your hips bucked up into his hand, searching for more friction that would aid in your release. And he was benevolent wasn’t he? Who would he be to deny such a rare and primal pleasure? His fingers continued their attack on the spongy roof of your walls, pushing you closer and closer until your hand tore at the skin of his back with the intensity of your orgasm. Still seeing stars, he pulled his lips from yours and hovered them over your ear, his cheek brushing against yours, damp with tears.

“See how easy everything can be when you just stop resisting me at every turn?” You opened your mouth to respond, to bite back when the arm that pinned you down quickly shifted so his hand could cup over your mouth. He loved shutting you up. His silent voice hissed in your ear with a lingering promise. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”

So focused on his words and hot breath on your ear, you almost didn’t notice when he pulled his fingers from inside you to tug down your panties, discarding them somewhere behind him before fumbling with the breeches he slept in, the cold air of the room hitting his stiff cock. He brought that same hand up before him, spitting in it and spreading the wetness of his saliva over his hardened length. Barely giving you a second to process all that was happening, he pressed himself inside of you, his eyes squeezing shut and his brow furrowing as your tight, wet heat engulfed him entirely.

Having not been intimate with him in so long, it was like he was splitting you open, and you cried out with pleasure into his hand, your own lashes pressing together as you took his total length. Coriolanus didn’t remain still for long, and his hips soon began setting a bruising pace, his balls slapping against your ass as he fought the urge to moan himself, not wanting to appear any less in control than he was. Your muffled gasps spurred him on, practically driving him mad as he pummeled into you. The volume difference when he removed his hand from your mouth and forearm from your chest was quite noticeable, and his fingers wove into your hair once more, holding your head back against the bed as he swallowed your moans with his mouth.

The stinging pain of your nails in the skin of his back when they flung around him was dulled by the sheer thrill he felt taking you like this. The hand that coaxed your orgasm out of you found its way to your thigh again, pushing it up over your torso to rest on your shoulder, allowing him to thrust deeper inside of you as his fingers dug into the hot and tender skin. You nearly screamed into his mouth from the change in sensation as his hips came flush with yours over and over again. For a brief moment, he pulled away from the kiss to bite and suck at the skin of your neck, letting you sing out unmuted by his hand, as he imagined his songbird would so many years ago.

Coriolanus hated you. He hated almost everything about you. He resented you the way you resented him, but he was still addicted to you. Addicted to the control you allowed him as he fucked you stupid, to the way your pitful moans were brought about by him, to the dumb fucking look on your face as your body managed to make his hips stutter and falter as he came inside you with a low moan. He didn’t care about pulling out. You were his wife, a state figurehead, it was part of the job description to give birth to his children. Maybe getting you pregnant would even do him the favor of shutting you up. He didn’t bother helping you clean up as you readjusted your nightgown, instead opting to wipe the sweat from his brow and tuck himself back in the satin pants he intended on sleeping in.

Coriolanus Snow was not capable of real love. All those close enough to him were well-aware of that fact, including you. But when he crawled into the bed and pulled you, still breathless and trembling, up next to him, when he tucked your head into his chest in a possessive manner, your hands pressed against his heated chest, when he fell asleep holding you like you’d run away too, you momentarily convinced yourself he might have been able to love.

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