#miss ivory rainbow | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

phoward89 · 20 days

Text

Based on this ask

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is his own warning, obsessive!Coriolanus, manipulation, murder, unplanned pregnancy

You’re by yourself in the house you share with your little sister Maude Ivory and your cousins whenever a loud series of knocks sounded on it. Oh god, you hope it wasn't Billy Taupe coming around to torment (woo) Lucy Gray again.

Hell, he moved out of the Covey house and into the Mayor’s house to live with Mayfair as soon as Lucy Gray was shoved onto that train’s cattle car headed to the Capitol to be tribute in the Hunger Games. Just because she won; came back in one piece, doesn't mean that he has the right to come around. Begging her to take him back, even though he has no intentions on leaving Mayfair.

Why would he? He's got it made by shacking up with the Mayor's daughter. Hell, being with Mayfair means he never has to work again.

Sighing, you placed your composition book down on the sofa and went over to the door. When you pulled it open, you were shocked that it wasn't Billy Taupe at the threshold, but a peacekeeper.

A very handsome peacekeeper, might you add.

You had to crane your neck up slightly to look him in the eyes. Eyes that were icy blue, like a frozen over lake. You noticed that his buzz cut was platinum blonde, a blonde so light that only the gods of ancient myths could have such fair hair. Your eyes didn't miss his prominent nose or his broad shoulders and tapered waist either.

But it was his smile that had you dazzled. A smile that was bright, splitting his face in half with perfect pearly whites.

“Hello. I'm Private Coriolanus Snow; I was Lucy Gray’s mentor during the games and since I'm serving here in 12 I just wanted to check up on her. Make sure that she’s alright.”

“Yea, she mentioned you.” You nodded, feeling your heart sink into the pit of your stomach. Of course, your cousin's mentor looked like a Greek god. No wonder Lucy Gray seems to have a little crush on him. No way would he ever talk to you again once he got to see her.

Nobody ever talked to you again after spending time with Lucy Gray. Hell, her voice made the mockingjays stop and listen to her sing. Her beauty was exotic; she was a beautiful mystery that every man wanted to solve.

“I’m Y/N Scarlett.” You introduced yourself, only to tell the peacekeeper, “She's deep in the meadow that's some yards behind the house. She's working on a song, but I'm sure she won't mind if you interrupt her.”

“She never mentioned you.” Coriolanus said, moreso to himself then to you, his eyes raking over your body.

“Why would she? She was in the Capitol for the Hunger Games, not an afternoon tea party.” You sarcastically scoffed. Unknown to you, Lucy Gray did talk about the Covey, including your little sister, just not you. “Well, since I told you where to find my cousin, you better be on your way.” You said, politely dismissing him so that the blonde could go woo your cousin; you could also finish writing your thoughts down in your composition book.

“Is she doing alright?” Private Snow asked instead of saying goodbye.

‘She seems fine to me. Went right back to singing and charming the stage.” You wanted to add living off of her charms too, but you didn't think that'd go over too well with the buzzcut blonde grunt.

“That's good, I'm glad singing while covered in a bunch of lethal rainbow snakes didn't stop her from singing.”

“Lucy Gray stop singing because of the snakes? Are you kidding me? That girl loves snakes, is always playing with the slithering demons.”

“You don't like snakes, I take it.”

“You ever get snakebite because your loving cousin played a practical joke on you by hiding a harmless garter snake in your shawl that was nestled on the grass?”

“Uh, no, can't say that I have.”

“Yea, well, I have and it's not fun. So, no, I don't like snakes.” You dryly told the blonde peacekeeper.

“Would you like to go for a walk?” Coriolanus asked with a charming smile painted on his face.

One of your brows rose up. “To the meadow to see Lucy Gray?”

No, Coriolanus wanted to take you on a walk.

By yourself.

There was something about you that he was instantly attracted to. As soon as he laid eyes on you, all thoughts on your cousin left his mind.

It's was like ‘Lucy Gray, Lucy Gray who?’ in his brain. She didn't matter to him anymore, but suddenly you did.

You seemed so beautiful to him. Like a fine piece of spun glass that holiday ornaments are crafted from.

Coriolanus couldn't explain it, but he has the primal urge to claim you. To protect you; make you his. All because of the sweet look in your doe eyes whenever you answered the door for him.

“No.” Coriolanus shook his head. “I want to take you for a walk, spend some time with you before I have to head back to base.”

He wanted to spend time with you? Oh boy, now that's unexpected.

All you could do was smile and squeak out, “Okay.”

And that's how you became Private Snow's girl, much to Lucy Gray's dismay.

You've been seeing Coriolanus for a few weeks now. Every weekend he seems to get weekend passes from his commander; uses them to stay with you at the Covey house. The Covey takes to him pretty well, especially when he brings over something from the Mellark bakery with every visit. He also brings over large bags of ice too, which is a godsend considering your family doesn't have an icebox.

Lucy Gray looks at him with sorrow and pain in her big, brown eyes. It's evident that she's disappointed that Coryo (what he's told you to call him) picked you over her. See, nobody ever picks you over her.

Well, not until Coryo that is.

But he's not like the other district boys because he's not district. He's a Capitol boy. And you know what they say…

You can take the boy out of the Capitol, but you can't take the Capitol out of the boy.

Today's a sweltering hot summer's day so you, Coryo, his friend Sejanus, and the Covey are at the lake: swimming.

You and your platinum blonde peacekeeper are the last to enter the water. Everyone else is already in the water as you two stand by the dock, stripping out of your clothes. Despite having seen Coriolanus naked a few times already, seeing him pull off his shirt makes you swoon.

You can't help it. He's just so handsome. Too pretty to be real.

Goddamn, those broad shoulders, toned arms, toned chest, and tapered waist of his gets you every time.

And yes, when the Covey's asleep he sneaks into your bed; fucks you senseless. The two of you think that Lucy Gray doesn't know, but she does. Her room and yours share a wall, she has ears and can hear the noises you and Coriolanus don't even try to quiet down.

Lucy Gray's disappointed in how reckless you're acting with Coriolanus. The last thing the Covey needs is for you to fall pregnant. Your family can barely stay afloat as it is.

But, on the other hand, your cousin can't help, but to see how happy you and her former mentor look, laughing and giggling as he chases you down the dock, causing you to jump into the water with him cannonballing in right after you.

The loud sounds of laughs, squeals, and overall cheerfulness mixed with water splashing loudly fills the air. Everyone's having fun.

But despite that, Coryo seems a bit melancholy. So much so that he swims a few yards away from the group, just to have a moment to himself. You have no idea what's going on in that head of his, but you don't want him to feel alone. As if he can't lean on you.

So, you swim over to him; climb up his back like a sloth and wrap your arms around him. You rest your chin on his shoulder, causing him to grab your hand and lift it up to his lips; pressing a kiss against your knuckles.

The boys, Sejanus included, are cleaning the fish that they caught while your little sister's digging up swamp potatoes (Katniss as Lucy Gray calls it) and giving it to Lucy Gray, only for your cousin to remind Maude Ivory that the plant’s roots ain't ready yet. Barb Azure was with Lucy Gray, just talking.

And you're off to the side, laying on a blanket with Coryo. Your head’s in his lap as he lazily runs his long fingers thru your hair. Looking out at the view of the crystal blue lake and the trees surrounding it, Coryo told you, “It's beautiful out here.” Flashing you a smile, he added in, “Thank you for sharing this with me. You sharing your special spots with me means a lot, little dove.”

“No need to thank me, Coryo. I enjoy spending time with you; bringing you along on Covey excursions just happens to be a part of that.” You replied with a genuine smile.

“You know, there's so much I’d like to show you in the Capitol.”

“Lucy Gray says that the Capitol's a horrible place.”

“Don't listen to her, Y/N. She never told me about you, but she talked an awful lot about your little sister and the rest of the Covey.”

“She talked about them, but not me?” You asked, feeling sudden heartbreak and betrayal from your cousin.

Coriolanus’ heart hurts for you. He can't imagine how it'd feel to be so easily dismissed by his cousin, Tigris, who practically raised him. Just seeing your face so fallen and grief stricken at the revelation that Lucy Gray talked about all of her cousins, except for you, made him want to protect you from her.

Yes!

Coryo wants to protect you from your own cousin.

But not just her. No, he wants to protect you from everything that might cause you harm. And the only way to do that is bringing you back to the Capitol with him.

“Do you like it here, in District 12?” He wondered. He personally hates it; secretly wants you to hate it too.

“No.” You shook your head. “It's miserable in 12.”

“It's not miserable in the Capitol. The Capitol had rules, law and order, food, and warm beds.” Coryo recited, as if reading an ad from a vacation brochure. “I hope that when I go back one day that you'll come with me.” He confessed, looking down at you with a hopeful smile.

“I dunno if I could leave the Covey. They're my family, Coryo.” You honestly answered, feeling a sense of dread at the idea of leaving your family behind for another life. A life thousands and thousands of miles away from them.

“But you could leave me, your man?” Coryo asked incredulously, his jaw ticking.

“Coryo-” You tried to reason, only for him to cut you off with a blunt honest retort of, “You're going to have to choose one day, little dove. I just hope you pick me.”

Silence fell over the two of you as he twisted his torso, reaching into his bag beside him to get something. You didn't pay it any mind, figuring he was getting a snack or something that he packed. But, when you noticed a balled up piece of orange material in his hand as he straightened his back to resume his previous position of sitting, you couldn't help but wonder what the material was.

It wouldn't take you long to find out.

Handing you over the orange ball of fine spin silk, he softly told you, “It belonged to my mother.”

“Oh, Coryo…” Your hands gently clutched the token to your heart. You knew that it must've meant a lot to him; that you must mean a lot to him too in order to receive such a gift. “Thank you, I'll take good care of it.” You studied the orange gift, concluding that it's a scarf. “I promise.” You smiled, looking between him and the scarf. Taking his hand in yours, you sighed, “I only wish that I had something meaningful to give you back.”

“I don't need anything, but your love, darling.” Coryo assured you before bending down, cupping your cheek with his large hand, and capturing your lips in a soft, but hungry kiss.

The following week, you began getting sick in the early mornings. Sometimes, you'd get sick due to a strong smell too. You even seemed more fatigued, sometimes even feeling a bit flushed and dizzy. And your boobs were tender. You knew what the symptoms mean and it terrifies you.

It terrifies you because you and Coryo never talked about the possibility of children. Would he even want a baby? He's a peacekeeper, is he even allowed to claim a baby with a Covey girl? Would the baby be a bastard? Would he-

“Hey, little dove, what's wrong?” Coryo asked, walking up your front porch with a bag of ice over his shoulder and a paper bag labeled Mellark Bakery in hand.

“We need to talk, Coriolanus.” You sighed, picking at your nails.

You're afraid that after you tell him your discovery that he'll leave and never come back.

Coryo's brow furrowed with worry. You haven't called him Coriolanus since the day you first met him. Something's wrong.

Setting the bags he was carrying down, he went over to your side. He pulled you up from your seat on an old wooden rocker, only to sit down and pull you onto his lap. Lightly threading his fingers into your hair, he asked, “What's wrong, little dove?”

“I'm pregnant, Coryo.” You nervously revealed, dropping your head in shame.

“Yea?” Coryo asked, gently tipping your chin up; making you look into his icy eyes. Icy blue eyes that are filled with only joy and pride. “We’re having a baby?”

“Yea.” You confirm.

“I promise, I'll take care of both of you.” Your peacekeeper vowed, protectively placing one of his large hands over your stomach. He pressed his lips against yours in a soft, chaste kiss. Pulling away, he leaned his forehead against yours and asked, “Does the Covey know?”

“No. I wanted to wait to tell them.”

“Why? Are you afraid of what they'll say?” Coryo asked, genuine concern flooding his baby blues.

“I doubt they'll be happy about another mouth to feed.” You sighed. You could already hear your family's fake congratulations in your head. You know full well that they'll be disappointed about this. It's just not the ideal timing.

Coryo tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Don't worry, little dove. We'll figure it out.” Your boyfriend assured you with a thin smile.

Coryo didn't want you performing with the Covey anymore. He claimed that the stress of it would be bad for the baby. So, you obliged him and made a lame excuse about a headache in order to be a spectator in the crowd.

You're sitting at a table against the wall with Sejanus and Coryo. The boys are drinking jars of shine while you're stuck drinking nothing- since shine's bad for pregnancy and the Hobb doesn't have anything else for drinking. Lucy Gray had just started singing her debut of a new song whenever Sejanus excused himself and took off to the bar, where Billy Taupe was. It looked like he was waiting for him too.

“You might want to keep an eye on that. Billy's bad news, Coryo.” You told your boyfriend, subtly gesturing to where Sejanus and Billy Taupe were.

Unknown to you, Coryo's been keeping an eye on it. That he even sent a jabberjay to the Capitol with Sejanus' dumb rebel plans on it so that Strabo Plinth could be made aware of the bullshit his son's up to; buy him a discharge and a one-way ticket back to the Capitol.

“I'll follow him; check it out.” Coryo told you, standing up. “Stay here, I'll only be a minute, little dove.” Coryo kissed your cheek before slithering thru the crowd to follow Sejanus and Billy Taupe as they ventured to a back room.

After a while, you got concerned and decided to find out what was going on. So, you went down the back hallway and into the room you saw Coryo slip into. Which was a mistake considering you walked right into a dicey situation.

You saw a small pile of guns splayed out with Sejanus, Billy Taupe, Spruce, and Coryo all in a corner of the room, exchanging barbs.

“Who's she?” Spruce asked, pointing to you with a gun.

Looking over his shoulder, Coryo gritted his teeth and told you, “Baby, I told you to wait for me out there.” He grabbed your wrist and shoved you behind him, while telling Spruce, “She's my girl.”

But at the same time Billy Taupe said, “Y/N Scarlett's Covey, her and her peacekeeper friends are coming with us.”

“Since when, Billy?” Asked the shrill voice that belonged to the district shrew, Mayfair Lipp.

Oh shit…

Mayfair entered from the other side of the room, making her presence known when she heard her pathetic accordion player boyfriend was planning on taking a Covey girl and some peacekeepers somewhere.

Somewhere her daddy wouldn't approve of.

“What's going on?” The redhead asked.

Looking at his girl, who he was trying to shake in favor of making up with Lucy Gray, Billy said, “I'll explain later, Mayfair. Just let it go.”

“No, I won't let it go, Billy. I want to know what you're planning with these guns.”

“Oh my God, Coryo, I'm so sorry. I swear, I didn't mean to bring you into this mess.” Sejanus cried.

“You should be sorry. You've pulled not just me, but the mother of my child into your stupid bullshit.” Coryo angrily shouted. He was so pissed that he could strangle Sejanus for his stupidity.

“I'm so sorry, I didn't know.” Blubbered the dark haired peacekeeper.

“Wait a minute, I know exactly who the two of you are.” Mayfair’s beady eyes lit up. Pointing at Coryo, she said, “You were Lucy Gray Baird’s Capitol mentor during the games.” Pointing to you, she sniggered, “And you're her cousin.”

You and Coryo exchanged worried looks. Right now, both of you wished you'd stayed outside in the main bar room of the Hobb.

“Well, wouldn't my daddy like to know that you're all planning on running away.” Mayfair's voice rang out, all smug and evil sounding.

“She won't say anything.” Billy Taupe assured everyone. Looking at his girlfriend, he asked, “Won't you?”

“Oh, why don't you ask her if I'm bluffing.” Mayfair pointed to you. “Did your cousin like her trip to the Capitol? Maybe you and your peacekeeper traitor boyfriend will like your trip to the hanging tree.” Mayfair said before pivoting on her heel and making to leave. To tell her father, Mayor Lipp, about what she's seen and overheard.

But before she got very far, Coryo reached for one of the rifles and shot her in the back, causing her to fall down.

Dead.

Your eyes widened, but you knew why he did it. He did it to protect you and the baby.

“What did you just do?! Why did you do that for?!” Billy Taupe shouted at Coryo while Sejanus was just balling his eyes out.

“He did what he had to, she was gonna talk.” Spruce said, siding with Coryo.

“Oh, I'm not going down for this.” Billy frantically said, most likely figuring that he'd be the first suspect since he was Mayfair's man. Grabbing a gun, he pointed it at you and Coriolanus.

He never got a shot off cause Spruce got him first. Tossing his gun in the pile and motioning for Coryo to do the same, he told your boyfriend, “I'll get rid of the guns.”

Coriolanus nodded, only to turn to you and cup your cheeks. “Go back out there and find some friends to talk to as an alibi.” Kissing you, he swore, “I'll keep you and our baby safe, I promise, my little dove.”

“I know you will.” You replied, softly wrapping your hands around his wrists and squeezing them.

Sejanus was crying to bad that he was hunched over, having a panic attack. You and Coryo shared a silent look. Without words, you told him to help his friends and he agreed that he word.

After parting from each other, you went out to the main bar room of the Hobb while Coryo calmed down his best friend and assured Sejanus that they're brothers; that he'll protect him.

Sadly, Coryo couldn't protect Sejanus from being marked a rebel spy and a traitor; from the noose of the hanging tree. The death of his friend hit him hard. Sejanus was hanged alongside Spruce and his sister, Lil.

Coryo had received a spot in an elite officer's training program in 2; he wanted you to go along with him. Apparently officers were allowed to have women. Coriolanus himself was the son of General Crassus Snow. You agreed to go with him, but told him that you suspect that Spruce might've told Lucy Gray about what happened.

When he asked you why, you told him that Lucy Gray made a remark about how you couldn't trust Coryo because men like him need to tie up loose ends in order to get what they want. That if he's able to find the guns hidden at the cabin he'll get rid of her; tie up his loose end so that he'll be free to ran back to the Capitol.

Lucy Gray had told you that in warning, after stumbling upon Spruce hiding the guns while out hiking to help clear her head and get her muses energized. But, you didn't take her warning. In fact, you did the opposite of that warning; told Coryo all about it.

When he asked where your cousin was so that he could talk to her about what she knew, you never would've thought in your wildest dreams that he'd kill her to shut her up. To ensure that he'd be able to bring you with him to District 2.

So, you told him that Lucy Gray was hiding out at the lakeside cabin because she was afraid of Mayor Lipp (since he's been harassing her ever since his daughter's death).

No, how would you know that by telling your boyfriend where to find your cousin that you're signing her death warrant.

The day of your departure arrives and you don't have many things to bring. Just a single, small carpet bag filled with a handful of dresses. You're wearing one of your nicest dresses paired with the orange scarf Coryo gave you. And when Coryo saw you step onto the train platform, he couldn't help but to run over to you and wrap his arms around you.

Kissing you, he smiled, “You look beautiful, my darling.”

“You look quite handsome yourself.” You told him, since he did look stunning in his dress uniform. Honestly, the hat did things for you.

“I'm glad you think so.” He smirked. Breaking your embrace, he took your hand in his and said, “Come on, we need to be sent off by Commander Hoff.”

“Okay.” You nod, despite feeling uneasy about revealing your relationship to his former commander.

After a couple of minutes walking along the platform, you spotted Commander Hoff. He was standing by the train, waiting for Coriolanus. Upon seeing him, Coryo greeted him with a salute. You did a slight curtsey, out of respect.

“There’s been a slight change of plans. You and your girl will be going to the Capitol instead.” Commander Hoff informed the two of you. “You make us proud, Snow.” He said before walking off.

“The Capitol…” You trailed off in awe.

A large grin split Coryo's face from ear to ear as he picked you up and spun you around. “We're going home, baby. We're going home.”

As you sat with Coryo on a train bound for the Capitol your family was at home, sulking over your sudden decision to leave. One that they didn't approve of. One that they thought Lucy Gray would be able to talk you out of if she was around. They blamed the mayor for her absence

And while, yes, her fear of Mayor Lipp made Lucy Gray hide out in the cabin, it was Coriolanus Snow that truly made her disappear when he showed up at the cabin, peacekeeper issued pistol in hand. Poor thing was at her patch of Katniss, checking to see if they were ready to pick when he snuck up behind her and shot her point blank in the head.

He dumped her and the guns that he found hidden under the floorboards, after tearing the entire cabin apart, in the lake.

You'd never know that he committed not one but two murders to keep you safe, to keep your unborn baby safe. Because to Coryo you're as precious as spun glass and he'll do anything to protect you. Anything or anybody he sees as a threat to you and the baby he'll deal with.

And he knew that Lucy Gray was dangerous. She didn't trust him; might try to turn you against him. The thing about spun glass that it can break if not handled with care. Coryo will never let anyone break you, so Lucy Gray had to go.

He knew that your cousin saw right thru his facade. Could see him for the true snake he was. And he couldn't have her ruining everything for the two of you.

But you'll never know any of that. All you'll know is the safety of the Capitol and a loving husband that'll spoil you and your baby rotten.

Tags: @kuroosbby001 @purriteen @poppyflower-22 @meetmeatyourworst @whipwhoops @bxtchopolis @readingthingsonhere @savagenctzen @ryswritingrecord @erikasurfer @tulips2715 @universal-s1ut @thesmutconnoisseur @squidscottjeans @sudek4l @wearemadeofstardust0 @mashiromochi @gracieroxzy @belcalis9503 @shari-berri @aoi-targaryen @whiteoakoak @spear-bearing-bi-witch @gisellesprettylies @loverandqueenofdragons @qoopeeya @mfnqueen1 @permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88 @v-love @swiftieblyth @joyfulyouthlover @nowitsmissing @edb954 @astarborntowrite @devils-blackrose @gentle-aesthetic-bby @elizabeth-nobennet @harvey-malfoy

318 notes · View notes

callieyanderechan · 4 months

Text

THINGS FROM THE TBOSAS BOOK I WISH WAS IN THE MOVIE

PLURIBUS, THE WAY HE HELPED THE SNOW FAMILY AND LUCY GRAY.

REAPER CRAWLING TO BE IN HIS MORGUE BEFORE DYING.

MAUDE IVORY'S CLEMENTINE SONG, HER ASKING FOR THE SHOES FROM THE SONG.

HOW YOUNG MAUDE IVORY ACTUALLY WAS, SHE WAS SO SMALL SHE HAD TO STAND ON BOXES TO REACH THE MICS AND WAS CARRIED ON PEOPLES BACK TO GET TO THE LAKE.

LYSISTRATA AND JESSUP. HIM BLOCKING HER FROM THE BOMBS WITH HIS BODY, HER TALKING ABOUT HOW GOOD HE WAS AND NOT HIS RABIES AFTER HE DIED.

CLEMENSIA IN THE HOSPITAL AND AS A MENTOR, HER SCALES AND EYES, HER ANGER AT CORYO FOR NOT VISITING HER WHEN HE KNEW WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO HER.

ARACHNE CRANE'S FUNERAL. BRANDY HANGING AND THE TRIBUTES BEING DRAGGED ACROSS THE STREET, CORYO SINGING THE NATIONAL ANTHEM.

MA PLINTH, HER FEEDING CORYO, SENDING HIM HOME IN HER CAR WITH HER CHAUFFEUR, SENDING HIM AND SEJANUS BOXES OF TREATS WHEN THEY WHERE PEACEKEEPERS.

LUCY GRAY AND THE COVEYS HOUSE IN THE SEAM, THEIR GOAT AND MAKING BUTTER TO CHEER UP MAUDE IVORY.

TAM AMBER, HOW HE IS A FORGOTTEN CHILD, FOUND BY THE COVEY WHILE TRAVELING, TAKEN IN INSTEAD OF BEING LEFT TO DIE.

BARB AZURE AND HER GIRL DOWN THE ROAD.

THE COVEY SINGING AT COMMANDER HOFFS BIRTHDAY PARTY.

TESLEE AND CIRC, THEM TAKING THE DRONES AND HACKING THEM, TESLEE USING ONE TO KILL MIZZEN.

BILLY TAUPE AND CC, HOW MUCH CC REALLY MISSED BILLY TAUPE BUT COULDN'T FORGIVE HIM.

HOW THE COVEY ARE RELATED, CC AND BILLY TAUPE ARE BROTHERS AND THE REST EXCEPT TAM AMBER BEING BAIRD COUSINS.

REAPER GIVING LAMINA A PIECE OF FLAG BECAUSE SHE WAS SUN BURNT IN EXCHANGE FOR FOOD.

DR KAY, HOW SHE KNEW SNOW BEFORE HE WAS A PEACEKEEPER BECAUSE SHE WORKED WITH DR GAUL BUT DIDN'T MENTION IT.

THE SNAKES NOT KILLING ALL THE TRIBUTES, THEY REALLY ONLY KILLED CORAL AND CIRC IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY.

HOW INSANE CORYO ACTUALLY WAS THE ENTIRE TIME, I KNOW THAT WOULD BE HARD SINCE MOST OF IT WAS INNER MONOLOGUE BUT STILL MAN WAS LITERALLY INSANE THE WHOLE TIME.

HOW CORYO TOOK SEJANUS' PLACE AFTER HIS DEATH, HE CALLED MRS PLINTH MA AND MR PLINTH SIR, THE PLINTHS BOUGHT THE SNOW PENTHOUSE AND PAID THE RENT AND TAXES ON IT SO THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO MOVE OUT AND THEY BOUGHT THE APARTMENT DIRECTLY UNDER THE SNOWS AND TALKED ABOUT CONNECTING THE TWO.

THE TRIBUTES NOT BEING SEEN TO BY A DOCTOR BUT BY A VET.

THE TRIBUTES ALL PERFORMING AT THE ZOO TO TRY AND MAKE AN IMPRESSION.

DR GAUNT NOT ACTUALLY BEING ANGRY ABOUT THE CHEATING, SHE JUST SENT CORYO TO BE A PEACEKEEPER TO PROVE HER POINT ABOUT PEOPLE BEING ANIMALS.

THE PEACEKEEPERS NOT HELPING CORYO AND SEJANUS WHEN THEY WHERE IN GHE ARENA.

CORYO'S UTTER HATRED OF MOCKINGJAYS, THE MAN DESPISED THEM EVEN BEFORE KATNISS.

SEJANUS AND HIS FATHER PAYING SO CORYO COULD GET HIS ACADEMY DEGREE.

MRS PLINTHS TRIBUTE TO DISTRICT 2, HOW ALL HER FAMILY EXCEPT HER SISTER CUT HER OFF.

BEANPOLE AND SMILEY AND COOKIE.

CORYO BEING CALLED GENT.

SEJANUS BEING CALLED BULLSEYE.

SEJANUS AND BILLY TAUPE AT THE COVEYS HOUSE IN THE SEAM.

SEJNAUS HAVING TO MILK THE COVEYS GOAT WITH MAUDE IVORY CAUSE HE LEFT HER TO TALK TO BILLY TAUPE.

REAPER GETTING RABIES FROM JESSUP, HOW IT AFFECTED HIS MIND, HIM MAKING A CAPE OUT OF THE FLAG AND TWIRLING AROUND LIKE A PRINCESS, REFUSING ANY FOOD OR WATER CLEMENSIA SENT HIM.

LUCY GRAY KILLING REAPER FROM EXHAUSTION, FORCING HIM TO RUN AFTER HER BY RIPPING PIECES OFF THE FLAG HE PUT OVER THE DEAD TRIBUTES.

SEJANUS AND CORYO TRYING TO TAKE MARCUS'S BODY OUT FROM THE ARENA.

LUCY GRAY KILLING TREECH WITH ONE OF THE RAINBOW SNAKES.

MAUDE IVORYS EXPLANATION OF THE COVEYS NAMES. HOW THEIR NAMES AFTER A BALLAD AND A COLOR.

THE EXPLANATION OF HOW BILLY TAUPE AND MAYFAIR GOT TOGETHER. IN THE MOVIE ALL WE KNOW IS THAT BILLY TAUPE CHEATED ON LUCY GRAY WITH MAYFAIR BUT IN THE BOOK LUCY GRAY EXPLAINS THAT IT STARTED WHEN BILLY TAUPE WAS GIVING MAYFAIR MUSIC LESSONS FOR EXTRA MONEY.

#LIKE THE MOVIE WAS AMAZING BUT THEY MISSED SO MUCH #callieyanderechan #callie's thoughts💭#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #coriolanus smut #lucy gray #lucy gray baird #clemensia dovecote #the covey #arachne crane #sejnaus plinth #tigris snow #thg series #thg #the hunger games #hunger games

107 notes · View notes

borathae · 11 months

Text

↳ Index [Chapter 30 - Beloved]

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Warnings: Smut, switchy!Yoongi, switchy!Reader, sleepy morning sex, body worshipping, he is so shy but loves being touched, he also tries not to be loud ajdfja, nipple play, body worship, she gives him kisses all over his body, he is a sensitive boy, he has the most sensitive tummy & thighs :(, oral (m. & f.receiving), handjob, face sitting (she makes him sit on her ohoho), rimjob, praise, loving dirty talk, edging (m. & f.receiving), multiple orgasms (f.receiving), choking (m.receiving), man once those roles are switched & she lets him take the lead he is the hottest bastard ever, he treats her so fucking right, he fucks her so good, the aftercare!!, their banter is toptier, they have really deep & emotionally vulnerable conversations afterwards, but it’s not angsty just really intimate, Yoongi is genuinely so endearing I want him

Wordcount: 13.9k

a/n: i want them to be happy always :(

You wake up with an unbearable ache to see Yoongi. Your eyes open quickly, your body feels awake instantly. You feel oh so refreshed, as if you just woke from a beautiful dream. Well, you did. You dreamed of flowers, sunny days, baking and running around libraries. You know that Yoongi made you dream about those things. And that is why you can barely handle not seeing him. You need to see him, tell him how much you love him, kiss his pretty face.

The latter is still sleeping, facing you. Like always, his knees are pulled into his chest and his hands are between them. His dark lashes rest against his ivory cheeks, his pouty lips are just slightly parted. And over his brows, strands of his obsidian hair are curling.

“Oh, my love”, you whisper shakily as you cup his cheek, “Yoongi, my prince”, you say, shaking his head softly.

Your eagerness to get him to wake may seem selfish, but you can’t wait any longer. You have to see him.

“Yoongi, wake up”, you stress, shaking him again, “wake up, my beloved.”

Yoongi stirs in his sleep. One more gentle shake and his eyes open slowly. They open and close. Open and close. Open…close. And never open again.

“M”, is all he gets out then his voice cracks in tiredness and turns into a huff of air instead.

“Wake up”, you stress, shaking him again.

He licks his lips, tries to keep his eyes open only to fail again.

“What?” his voice is deep in sleep.

“Yoongi, you’re awake.”

“Yeah”, he mumbles, fluttering his eyelids before closing his eyes for good.

“I’ve missed you so much. Oh Yoongi”, you say, attacking him with cuddles and big smooches to his cheek.

Yoongi gets rolled over by you, purring softly now that he has you smothering his face in kisses. Every inch of it gets a kiss. Tender and with all the love you have for him. You love him so, so much. Especially after last night. The feelings are almost unbearable in your chest, wanting to burst out of you in fireworks and rainbows. You crawl on top of him messily, feeling him up desperately at first before deciding to touch his hair.

“Yoongi Boongie, my beloved Yoongi Boongie. Oh baby Yoongi Boongie, my baby”, you babble, pressing yourself closer as you kiss his closed eyelids and then every single inch of his soft cheeks.

“What’s the matter?” he asks tiredly.

“I just love you so much”, you whisper, pecking his lips repeatedly.

He doesn’t kiss you back, not because he doesn’t want to but because he is so, so sleepy. He doesn’t want to move. Not even his lips. He just wants to lie and slumber. You can do your thing, he is okay with that, but he just doesn’t want to move. Too cozy and warm, too nice, too sleepy. He is too sleepy.

You bite his lower lip and tug on it softly.

“Mhhm”, he hums, not closing his lips once you let go of him to move on to the next part. His jawline. Nuzzles, bites and the most amazing kisses ever.

“You’re so handsome and pretty and beautiful”, you whisper, inhaling shakily, “Yoongi, why are you the prettiest?” you whine, sounding close to tears.

A sharp bite to his neck.

Yoongi gasps.

The bite stops.

“I want to eat you up, you sweetie pie. Oh Yoongs”, you bite him again, eliciting a shiver to run down his spine. The bite ceases to exist, “maybe I should call you sugar from now on because you are so sweet.”

He smiles tiredly, barely moving his lips for it. You giggle, wiggling happily.

“Sweet sugar”, you giggle again, “no, I like sweet Yoongi Boongie more”, you say, “oh god Yoongi, you are so cute”, you whine, chasing him desperately.

“Careful, my dick”, he mumbles now that he had the honour of getting your knee between his legs in your crazy wiggles.

“Oh? Oh no, sorry”, you gasp, reaching down to caress it, “does it hurt lots?”

“No.”

“Okay, okay. Oh it’s so nice”, you say, giving it a soft squeeze, “mhm squishy.”

“You’re weird.”

Another squeeze to his dick with more vigour. He knows exactly what you are trying to do here. He thinks it beyond adorable.

“Yoongi…”

“What?”

“You have such a nice dick. Really squishy.”

“You’re so weird. Don’t call it squishy”, he says, letting a soft sigh slip afterwards because you started to rub a part which feels really nice.

“Can I keep touching you until you’re hard?”

“Mhm yeah.”

You give his dick a squeeze. The kind which makes him furrow his brows in reaction. It’s a good reaction because it felt nice, leaving his stomach with a warm tingle.

“Yeah? So I can do whatever I want?”

“Sure”, Yoongi mumbles, still half asleep. He was sleeping so well. The dream he had was so nice. He just wants to return to it and spend hours in it. You can do what you want however, he loves it.

“Yeah? Do you want it?”

“Yes”, he whispers, nodding his head slowly. Your thumb is rubbing right next to his frenulum. The spot is so sensitive that Yoongi feels the sensation all the way down to his toes.

“Oh Yoongi”, you moan softly, putting more vigour into your touches now that he gave you his full consent. You begin kissing his neck, lips tingling because of his content purring and little hums, “mine, all mine”, you whisper, marking him with a hickey.

“Mhhm”, he lets out, melting into the sensations. He is so relaxed, feeling so good. He hopes that this will last for hours.

“Relax, sweet baby. I’ll love you so good”, you assure him, snuggling your nose into him. You leave a little kiss on his ear, abandoning his dick to outline the soft skin on his inner thigh, “I’ll take care of you, hear me?”

“Hm”, he hums, parting his legs for you.

First your hand then your fingertips. Your hand feels warm, your fingertips leave goosebumps behind. He rolls his hips up in an involuntary reaction.

“You have the softest thighs, my love”, you praise, “I could touch them for hours. God Yoongi, if only you wouldn’t heal, I’d cover them in hickeys.”

“Do it”, he whispers breathily, basking in the flutter your heart does.

“Oh, my love”, you press out, shimmying yourself between his legs.

Yoongi opens them for you eagerly, waiting for your kiss with bated breath.

He releases it in a shudder the moment your first kiss lays itself upon his skin. Warm and loving. The second one follows immediately, painting goosebumps on his fair skin.

“You’re so pretty”, you praise, holding his thigh with utmost devotion. You suck on his skin until he inhales sharply and his ivory skin turned purple. It heals within seconds, but the act of doing it felt so good that you don’t even mind. Neither does Yoongi, feeling warm all over.

You have to do it again. Right next to where you marked him last. You do so with your eyes closed and your body feeling hazy.

Yoongi feels hazy too, melting into your touches.

“Mine”, you promise him, cradling his other thigh to leave kisses down his most sensitive parts. On the inside of his thigh where people normally never touch him.

“Love”, he sighs, feeling his stomach clench in both fearful excitement and anxious arousal. He is scared, deep down he knows that he is scared because he doesn’t let people close to those parts of his body, but he also feels so good. You feel so good. So good that he doesn’t want you to stop but rather continue.

And you do. You suck on his skin just an inch away from where his briefs begin. It feels warm at first then hot until it stings. You release him way too soon, soothing the spot with a kiss although Yoongi needs no soothing. He needs you to mark his skin again.

He parts his legs further, hoping that you understand.

And you do, but for now you let him wait.

You rest your cheek on his soft thigh, running your palm up and down his skin. With a smile on your lips, you close your eyes.

“My Yoongi”, you whisper, sending warmth to his chest. He is your Yoongi. He’s never been someone’s Yoongi before.

“My Yoongi”, he whispers so quietly that you can’t hear it.

You kiss him, lifting your gaze afterwards. His eyes are closed, his lips curled into a smile and the tip of his button nose is just slightly rosy. You make sure to burn the image into your memories before looking at something else. His hips and crotch. His shirt is long enough to reach over both of them, his briefs cover the rest. The dent in them is still visible however and you feel yourself rubbing your legs together at the view.

“You’re so pretty”, you say, sitting up just enough that you can lift his shirt until it pools above his belly button.

Yoongi sneaks a wary glance down at you, feeling weak-kneed even lying down. He feels completely ruined the moment you lower your lips to his tummy to kiss him. He even goes so far as to arch into you.

“So pretty”, you murmur, sucking a hickey right under his belly button.

Yoongi can’t help but reach down, giving your cheek a soft squeeze.

Your gazes meet.

“Too much?” you ask him, well aware of his insecurities with being naked.

He shakes his head then nods it before shaking it again.

You give him a knowing smile, lowering your lips to his tummy again. Wearily and full of love you kiss him, breaking eye contact to make it easier for him.

“Just like this. I’ll do it slowly, yeah?” you whisper, feeling Yoongi brush his thumb over your cheek.

“Yeah”, he says, voice barely above a whisper.

“Good, that’s good. I love your tummy so much”, you say, biting him gently.

The noise Yoongi makes sounds euphoric. His muscles tense and shudder. You release his skin only to mark it with a hickey right after.

He gets out half of your name and then his voice turns into a moan. He widens his eyes, dropping his hand from your head to grab a bundle of the sheets instead. Holy fuck, he thinks, this feels so good.

“So soft”, you sigh, biting another part of his tummy.

He squirms, legs becoming restless on the sheets and stomach lifting in a deep gasp.

“You’re so pretty”, you praise him, resting your cheek on his stomach whilst hugging his waist as best as possible. You give him a soft squeeze, turning your head to press a kiss to his stomach, "I’m yours", you whisper, "fucking yours."

Yoongi swears that he doesn’t hate himself right now. Not even a little bit. Or the normal, daily amount. He can’t do it right now, not even if he tried. He reaches down to rest his hand atop your cheek, for he wants to do nothing more than to thank you for making it so easy to like himself. He wanted to caress your face but you were quicker, chasing his hand to kiss his palm repeatedly.

Yoongi allows it to happen with shaky fingers and his eyes focused on the ceiling because every other spot is impossible to look at.

“My Boongie”, you say, nuzzling into his hand, “my cutie Boongie, wanna taste you.”

You run your hands down his sides and hook your fingers in the hem of his briefs, raising your head to check if it is safe to do.

Yoongi lifts his hips instinctively, letting you pull the annoying piece of clothing off of him. It lands somewhere on the floor and then you are already kissing him again. First his thighs, then his tummy and hips.

Every inch of him needs to be worshipped. He was meant to be loved by you. Or perhaps you were meant to love him. Love every inch of him and what lies underneath. You mark his hip bones and Yoongi shimmies as you do. You taste his lower tummy and Yoongi twists the sheets. You bite his inner thigh and Yoongi moans.

He is squirming once you are done, chest heaving up and down quickly as he barely keeps up with breathing. His cock is so pink and swollen, looking so desperate for attention.

“My beautiful", you say, running your hands up and down his inner thighs and sensitive sides with your eyes locked on his cock. He squirms each time your fingers ghost past it, looking so desperate for your touch.

“Please”, he breathes, rolling his head to the side slowly. He wants it. This feels better than any dream ever could. He doesn’t even care that he is almost completely naked. You have gotten him so preoccupied with being desperate for you.

“What do you want?” you ask, tickling his sides on your way to his cock. You touch him right beside it, never going further.

“Please”, he says again, trying and failing to rub his thighs together. Your body stops him and so he ends up rubbing them against you instead.

“Don’t tell me that you’re desperate, mhm?”

He nods his head, reaching down with clammy hands. He wraps his fingers around your wrists, tugging your hands to his cock.

You let him, watching him guide your fingers over his length.

He sighs blissfully, rolling his hips up to really get his cock between your fingers. It works only partially before you let him slip from your grasp again, forcing him to chase you and squeeze your wrists.

“Oh Yoongi”, you laugh in happiness, “you are so cute like this.”

Yoongi drops your wrists, gripping the sheets instead. A whispered curse slips past his lips, lingering in the room as a reminder of his flustered desperation.

“Can I taste you, love? You look so sweet”, you ask him to which he nods his head and hums. “Thank you, gosh thank you. You are the best, my prince.”

You make yourself comfortable between his legs and wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, sending the butterflies in his stomach into a frenzy. You jerk him lazily, making his abs tense in reaction.

“You’re so hard”, you say, rolling your thumb over his slit, “is it good for you?”

“Yeah, good”, he answers you, bucking his hips up impatiently.

“It’s good for me too. Making you feel nice turns me on so much”, you say, kissing his pink tip afterwards.

“Oh”, Yoongi lets out, feeling both surprised by your confession and the kiss.

Another kiss follows after the first, on his frenulum right where your lips feel so incredibly soft. Your shaky breath swirls over his tip a second later, his ears pick up the soft whimper you let out.

It makes him wonder how you are feeling right now.

“I feel so good”, you answer him as if you had heard his thoughts, taking him inside afterwards. You let him sink into your mouth as deeply as possible, eyes glued to his face because you want to get that initial reaction of his’.

His nose scrunches up before his parting lips force his face to morph into another expression of pleasure.

“Ah”, the noise rolls off his tongue, quietly yet with such bliss.

The view is better than you imagined it to be, leaving your heart racing like crazy in your chest. You close your eyes and begin moving your head up and down.

“Shit”, he hisses, right hand coming to rest on the back of your head, “princess…”

You have to slip off, because you are greedy for his praise, “is it nice?” you ask him, swirling your tongue over his heated tip, “do you like it?”

“Yeah, the best”, he sighs, smoothing over your head slowly.

Spurred on by his praise, you take him back inside, sucking him vigorously. So vigorously in fact that your cheeks fall in and Yoongi’s breath hitches in his throat.

He tastes so good. You lick it off of him before running your thumb over it eagerly. You watch it, following it with devoted eyes as you paint patterns on his sensitive tip.

“So wet. You taste so good”, you tell him, kissing him once, before letting his cock glide over your tongue to the back of your throat again. You want his everything, because Yoongi deserves everything.

You pin down his squirming hips and sigh as he tightens his fingers on your head. He deserves everything. All of it. The best.

He groans deeply when you swallow around him, left hand falling to the back of your head as well. With a soft tug, he has you lifted off his cock. It slaps against his stomach, veins throbbing in desperation.

“Why did you pull away?” you ask him, aching for more.

“It’s your turn.”

“My turn?” you snort, “you’re kidding, right? I haven’t even started. I’m not done with you.”

“But-”

You are on top of him in an instant, pinning his hands above his head and caging in his hips with your thighs.

“Not buts. I want to give you the best fucking head ever because it’s what you deserve, so no more talks about my turns. Today’s all about you.”

Yoongi gulps, eyes racing between yours.

“Understood?”

“I guess”, he whispers quietly, eyes fluttering closed when you run your fingers through his long hair and down to his cheek.

“Good boy”, you praise, ignoring the shy whine he does to instead shimmy between his legs again.

You waste no time, lowering yourself to his cock and taking him back inside. You start off slow and gentle, moving your lips up and down nothing more than his tip.

He throbs inside of you, hands reaching for you again. He can’t help it. It is such a natural reaction to him. Perhaps it comes from a place of panic. That deep down holding your head gives his brain enough reassurance that he is not losing control.

Perhaps however, he just really loves feeling your hair under his fingertips. The way your hair feels and tickles his skin is one of his favourite sensations.

You take in more of him, replacing those sucks for simple movements up and down his length. You love how he glides over your tongue and how soft his skin feels against your lips. It is also fascinating just how much he seems to burn up because of you.

You drink in the sensations with closed eyes, running your fingers up and down his tummy. It is rising and sinking in his quick gasps for air, tensing each time your tongue brushes over an especially sensitive part.

You look up at him because you missed his face. He has his head rolled to the side, brows furrowed and mouth agape. He looks so peaceful yet so blissed out. You love this view so much.

It motivates you to take in even more of him, resulting in his lips closing just so he can part them again in a soft moan. He makes you so happy! You giggle, loving every second of having him lay heavy on your tongue.

You let your hands disappear under his shirt, searching for his nipples. Yoongi opens his eyes at the new sensation, flustering visibly because he clearly hadn’t expected to lock eyes with you.

You slip off him to give him a sweet smile.

He looks away instantly, even going so far as to move his head so he was looking at the ceiling instead.

“You’re so cute”, you tell him in a fond giggle.

“Mhm”, he lets out shyly.

“My Yoongi, you’re the cutest”, you gush, taking him back inside in sync with letting your fingers brush over his left nipple.

It pebbles in an instant, feeling oh so hard and swollen under your fingertips. You pinch it so you could roll it between your fingers, moaning around his cock to make it feel oh so good for him.

Yoongi sighs your name and twists whatever bundle of your hair he can grasp. He tugs and so you let him slip out of you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask in a fond chuckle.

“Nothing just, stop”, he murmurs with a pout.

“With what?”

He shrugs his shoulders, sneaking a quick glance down at you. You are grinning at him fondly.

“I love you like crazy, you big doofus”, you say, smile growing.

“Mhm”, he huffs out air, nodding his head in agreement.

“Now give me your hand”, you say and Yoongi follows in confusion.

You kiss his knuckles before intertwining your fingers with him.

“Don’t let go”, you say softly, taking him back inside whilst flicking your thumb over his nipple.

Yoongi widens his eyes for just a second and then he pulls the most devastated expression ever, whimpering loudly. He squeezes your hand, eyes becoming glassy. Almost as if he can’t believe that you are actually holding his hand.

And he can’t. He seriously can’t believe that this is happening to him. That you are holding his hand whilst sucking him off. Yoongi swears he could cry. And maybe he would have ended up doing so, had he not closed his eyes and dropped his head back into the pillow.

“I love this”, he confesses because you’ve made him so fucking vulnerable, “love it so much.”

You agree with a happy whimper around his length and a nod of your head. The kind which shifts his cock so nicely inside of you. So warm and wet. Yoongi squeezes your hand as a reaction and feels his legs open far enough that he can bend one of them by his knee. He lets it rest on the sheets, curling his toes in reaction to you grinding your tongue against his frenulum.

“Please”, he gets out and gasps, “don’t stop”, he croaks as he exhales.

You caress his knuckles, pinch his nipple and lick up his vein and Yoongi feels his entire body shudder in reaction. He abandons your head to run his hand up his own torso just so he can find your hand currently busy with his chest. He grabs it through his shirt, making you giggle around him. He is enjoying himself! Finally. This is all you want him to do for once. Lean back and enjoy the ride. He is always making sure that you feel so good and now he is finally relaxing and feeling good in return. Fuck, how much you love this man.

“I’m happy”, you whisper between your worshipping, “so happy.”

You slip your hand free and intertwine your fingers with him. Yoongi lifts it to his face as best as possible, leaving a kiss on your fingers. He is happy too. It’s what he wants to say with this kiss.

“Me too”, he breathes, pinning your hand against his tummy afterwards. So now you are holding both his hands.

With butterflies in your stomach you sink down, squeezing his hands in gratefulness. The sensation is so good that Yoongi ends up arching his back as he moans your name.

It is truly your greatest happiness to watch him fall so freely. You just had to intertwine your fingers with him and Yoongi is finally falling. No more stumbling on the edge, just utter freedom. You are so happy. But also terribly nervous. Gosh, what if you mess up now?

You slip off of him, needing his sweet words, “are you enjoying yourself, love?”

“Yes, I am. So much. Back please”, Yoongi babbles, shaking your hands desperately.

You give him what he so deeply craves, feeling oh so confident doing it. He loves it. And you love it even more. You want to get lost in it and never come back. This is your home now. Right between his legs whilst holding his hands.

Home.

The sweet memory of last night dances through your brain, almost forcing tears to your eyes. He did all of that for you. He took you back to your favourite memories with him. He took you home.

You whimper, managing to take his entire length for you were so overwhelmed by how much you feel for him.

“Shit, princess. Love”, Yoongi moans, “deep”, he groans, bucking his hips into you instinctively.

The movement forces you gag, ripping him out of his dream.

“Sorry!” he exclaims, dropping his hips instantly and with it making his cock to slip out of you, “are you okay?”

“So okay”, you assure him, using the moment to catch your breath, “I want all of you”, you say, wrapping your lips around his cock.

“Can I do something too?” he asks you, fleeing from you with wiggling hips. He feels so bad because he made you gag. He feels like such an asshole now, undeserving of your attention.

You slip off of him, “are you still on about my turns?” you laugh, squeezing his hands.

“Please”, he begs, eyes desperate as he looks at you. You know this look. He is feeling anxious.

“What do you wanna do?” you ask him in a loving voice.

Yoongi shoots up quickly, swooping you off the mattress to instead carry you in his arms. So now you are in his hold while he is kneeling on the mattress and gazing up at you.

“Let me show you”, he whispers, “I suck at talking.”

“No, you suck at receiving”, you say, caressing his cheeks, “why can’t you let me make you feel good for once?”

“I do”, he insists, “you do. I just hate making you suffer.”

“Suffer?” you giggle, “is this because I gagged?”

Yoongi turns his head to the side, looking caught red-handed.

“You’re such an idiot. I love gagging on you, you silly.”

“Shut up”, Yoongi says, dropping you in the pillows, “it’s your turn.”

“What if I don’t want it? Mhm?”

Yoongi lifts his head from your neck, frowning in worry. His entire body is as still as possible.

“I wanna keep making you feel good”, you whisper, caressing his cheeks, “please.”

Yoongi licks his lips.

“Please?” you beg, pouting.

“I don’t know how”, he confesses with unsure, almost scared, eyes.

“You just have to enjoy yourself, that’s all. Can you do that?”

“I don’t know”, he whispers, “what if I make you gag again?”

“You are seriously such a bafflement. You’re the first man, who doesn’t want his partner to gag as a little extra bonus”, you say in a fond chuckle, caressing his cheeks.

“Shut up”, he hisses.

“Well, why do you feel that way?”

“Because it’s…it’s dumb. I’m not- I don’t know.”

“You think that you have to earn it, don’t you?”

“No?” he sounds offended, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, “don’t be silly.”

“No, you are silly for even thinking like that”, you say.

“I’m not thinking like that.”

“Sure”, you say sarcastically, tugging his head up by his hair.

He groans softly, eyelids just the slightest bit heavy.

“Just so you know. You’ve earned it a million times ten”, you tell him.

He gulps, lowering his eyes shyly.

“So take that shit and let me make you feel good, because you deserve it.”

He huffs out air in defeat, ripping himself free from your grasp with one shake of his head, “fine, stay like this.”

“What are you doing?” you ask him, watching him climb on top of you.

He places his knees on each side of your torso and shimmies up your body. You are propped up on enough pillows that you can comfortably reach his dick.

“Like this?” you ask him, oggling his hard cock.

“Just do it, will you?” he murmurs, gripping the headboard tightly.

“Gladly”, you moan, placing your hands on his buttocks to move his hips for him. You welcome his cock with a stretched out tongue and a needy groan.

Yoongi looks down at you with furrowed brows, thighs tense and hair a mess.

“Is that what you wanted?” he tries to sound cool, but struggles because of how good it feels.

You moan around him, sinking him into you until you gag.

Yoongi tries to flee instantly, reaching down to pull you off, “don’t.”

You let him just so you can show him your tongue as you chuckle lazily.

“Fuck, so good”, you press out, lips curling into a hazy smile, “your cock’s the best.”

“You’re weird.”

“No, you are. Now feed me cock, weirdo.”

Yoongi curses graphically and relaxes his hips so you can move them for him again. And you do. Oh, you do it gladly, moving them back and forth so his cock gets fucked by your mouth.

“Fucking shit”, another curse leaves him and seconds later his head drops against the headboard, resting on his hands.

He is puddy in the palms of your hands. It feels so good. Yoongi swears he is in heaven. He has your warm hands running up and down his torso and your soft mouth around his cock. This must either be the best dream ever or actual heaven.

He drops one of his hands, feeling for your hair again. The moan you let out, gives him enough confidence to begin moving his hips on his own. You moan again, closed eyelids fluttering in bliss and head tilting back. He is so deep like this, filling up your mouth so well. Oh how sweet he tastes, how mellifluous he sounds.

You gag because the constant stimulation to the back of your throat made you do it. Before Yoongi can pull back, you have your arms wrapped around him, pinning him against you.

“Don’t”, he laughs, “princess what- fuck”, he doesn’t get to finish his sentence, head lowering for a sneaky glance at you before he has to throw it back. With your arms strong around his hips and your fingers dimpling his sides, you are bopping your head up and down on him, giving him the best face fuck ever.

Yoongi huffs out air in disbelief, arching his back enough to create a pretty slope with it.

“Hah”, he chuckles, fingers twisting your hair and knees inching closer to your head, “fuck ah, ah.”

You open your eyes to look at him, feeling them water instantly. Yoongi is far down your throat. Very far and it’s fucking glorious. He looks so good like this. On top of you and with his oversized shirt sitting on his petite torso and tickling the tip of your nose. His long hair is all messy, reaching him just a little under his shoulders in this position, his throat is moving each time he tries to gulp.

You reach up, abandoning one side of his waist for it, but it is worth it as soon, you feel his nipple under your fingertips. Like before, it hardens instantly. Oh so sensitive and reactive.

Yoongi slacks, dropping his head back on his hand violently.

“I swear to fucking shit”, he presses out, baring his teeth as he grinds them. Like this his jaw moves and tenses while his brows furrow deeply.

You run your hand to his other nipple, tickling it out of hiding with ease. His cock throbs deep inside of you, coating your throat with his pleasure. You love how sweet he tastes. It is truly remarkable just how delicious vampires get after a good hunt. It makes you want to take a little bite as well.

And you do. You place your teeth around his cock and bite down.

Yoongi completely crumbles the headboard in his fingers, losing gravity because of it. His hand slips from the ruined headboard and lands right into the pillow next to your head, forcing your body to slide down and for his cock to slip out. Spurts of his sweetness and your spit cover your face immediately, forcing your eyes to flit to his cock. It is so hard and wet, dripping and throbbing above you. His veins are swollen and pulsating, looking so huge.

“Yoongi, fuck”, you moan, gripping his hips and pulling them down until he is smothering your face. Like this you can pay such good attention to his balls. Heavy and oh so plump. They feel just as good as his cock does. You growl in gratitude, pushing him closer until you run on nothing but his scent.

“Okay, okay that’s-”, Yoongi begins only to gasp and squirm when you manage to suck him between your lips. He squeezes his eyes shut, squirming again, “princess, that’s- ah - please, that’s-”, he stutters, lifting his hips in coyness.

You growl and force him back down, using so much strength that Yoongi’s hips tilt and he lands on your tongue with his pretty, little hole.

He squeaks, squeezing your head between his thighs and opening his eyes as widely as possible. What is happening to him? What is this feeling? He trembles from tensing so much, choking out a “please.”

You moan into him, grinding him down onto your eager tongue. This is everything you ever wanted.

Yoongi wants to talk, but he forgot how to form words, resulting in him babbling inaudible syllables. He squirms in your hold, trying so fucking hard not to moan.

You wiggle your tongue and Yoongi’s body reacts without his control. His hips thrust against nothing, his cock throbs and spills sweetness on your face. He grips the headboard and breaks yet another part of it, whimpering helplessly because now he has nothing to hold onto.

You put pressure on him and manage to slip inside just far enough that he feels the breach.

“Please”, Yoongi chokes out, forgetting every single word in every single language he speaks. This feels so good. He is honestly a little scared of it. It feels so, so good. He is so vulnerable at this spot, so utterly defenseless and now he has your tongue filling him up. You are so wet and warm. Yoongi covers his eyes with his hand. His fingers are shaking like crazy, “please.”

His thighs squeeze your head, his tummy tenses up, his cute butt tries to clench but can’t because you keep him open. He has no control over these reactions. He never lost control like that.

“Plea-”, he can’t get more out and then he shakes again as you wiggle your tongue deeper.

You are so far gone. He runs through your veins, makes up your every fiber, gives you purpose. This makes you feel both unbearably fulfilled and incredibly needy. You chase the sensation with movements of your head. It results in your tongue gliding in and out of him even if just a little.

He is tight around you. As if he was never touched there before (he wasn’t. At least not by someone other than himself and even that was once). He is so tight and so, so warm. Also so yummy. Oh you are so obsessed with this man. You moan into him and wiggle your tongue.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut so tightly that tears roll down his cheeks. He reaches for the headboard again. Nothing is there. He punches a hole into the wall instead, burying his hand in it just to hold something. Anything. Please. What are you doing to him? What are you fucking doing?

Your hand slips to his cock. Wraps around him. And moves. Quick. With pressure.

Yoongi can’t control himself anymore. He moans. He moans so loudly that it bounces off the walls and rings in his ears. He rips his eyes open in shock. Tenses up. This was so loud. Everyone heard him. Human and vampire alike. He is so embarrassed.

You aren’t. You’re maniac. He sounded so perfect! You growl and moan into him, thrusting your hips against nothing. Your hand twists around his cockhead, massaging him right where it feels the best. Your tongue slips out of his hole to grind against his rim. You are sloppy in your movements, giving zero shits about how wet your face gets. All you need is to hear him moan again.

Yoongi fulfils your wish even if he doesn’t want to. He throws his hand over his mouth afterwards, squeezing his own cheeks until his fingers dimple his softness.

You repeat the movements, Yoongi shakes and wants to moan again.

“Please stop”, he presses out behind his hand, “please stop, please.”

One twist of your hand, one flick of your tongue and Yoongi knows he has to stop this. He can’t stop being loud. It’s so embarrassing.

“Please”, he somehow gets out and wiggles out of your hold with just a little bit of help from his strength, “don’t p-please”, he begs with a shaky voice, panting because pulling back edges him. It hurts to be edged. It really does.

“So good”, you rasp, chasing him, “sit on me again please”, you try to push him down again, but Yoongi uses his strength. Fighting him is useless now.

“No, you’re weird”, he whines, wiggling in your hold. He is panting like crazy and when you look up to send him a pleading look you realise that his entire face is flushed a deep red.

“Aww Yoongi, you cutie”, you coo, running your hands to his ass.

He squirms away and tries to grab for your hands which results in him gripping his own waist at first until he finally finds your hands, “please.”

“Don’t be shy, sit on me”, you coo, wiggling your brows as you massage his buttocks.

“N-no, no you’re s-so weird”, he stutters, “please you’ve got your turn, I want mine now.”

“God, you’re so persistent”, you say in teasing annoyance, releasing his butt.

Yoongi changes positions instantly, resting on top of you with his elbows caging in your head.

“Don’t ever do this again”, he says with furrowed brows.

“Why not? Is it because you looked like a little slut?”

“Shut up”, he gasps, eyes widened and cheeks crimson.

You cackle, pinching said cheek.

“I’m only teasing. I think you looked amazing on my face”, you assure him.

“Yeah? That’s all you’ll ever get”, he says, hiding away by kissing your neck instead.

“For now. I’ll get you there eventually.”

“Keep dreaming”, he whispers, trailing his kisses to your collarbones.

“I like dream…ing”, you sigh, “you did like it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, was so nice. I’m just teasing”, he assures you and with one swift movement he has your shirt ripped to shreds.

“What the hell?” you squeak.

“It’s my turn”, Yoongi says, “I’m impatient, it’s your fault.”

He dives down, taking your nipple between his lips to suck harshly.

“You’re an idiot - ah Yoongi”, you moan, arching your back.

“I need you”, he rasps, “you’ve got me so close.”

“I did? Why did you stop me then?” you whine.

“Cause I wanna fill up your pretty pussy with it. Pump you full of it until you’re dripping.”

“Oh my god”, you gasp, shivering like crazy.

“It makes you smell so good when I do”, he rasps, “like mine. Only mine.”

He emphasises the words by sucking a painful hickey on your right tit, soothing it by biting down harshly.

“Yoongi”, you whimper, twisting the pillow.

“Feel that? How I’m marking you as mine?” he taunts, marking your other tit just as harshly, “mine”, he growls, biting you deeply.

“Please, ah”, you squeak, writhing underneath him, “how c-can you be so shy when I want to make you feel good, but then you’re so filthy when you do it.”

Yoongi releases you with a slurp, “I’m good at that shit. Love taking care of you. I could fucking survive on it”, he explains, connecting his lips with the softness of your tummy. He marks it with just as much roughness as he did your breasts, leaving behind trails of sensitive skin and pulsating spots all over your tummy. And while he is marking you and making you squirm in the process, his big hands are on your sides, holding you oh so safely. Fingers stretched out and thumbs caressing your skin, he assures you that even if his lips are rough, he loves you with all the tenderness in his heart.

Yoongi sucks the last of his hickeys onto your lower tummy and then his teeth are tangled in your panties. With his fangs on full display, it is an easy task to rip right through them. He is made to rip through skin and bone after all, a pair of cotton panties is the least of his problems.

He spits the ruined fragments of them on the mattress, giving view to his sharp fangs for just one second before he hides them again by licking over them.

“Hot”, you croak, shaking in anticipation.

“I’ll be going down on you now and I can’t guarantee for anything. Tell me what you say, princess.”

“Hot.”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Snowdrop, but forget that. What the hell, Yoongi?”

“Good girl”, he praises, disappearing between your legs afterwards.

You learn of his presence when he bites into your inner thigh. Just with his human teeth but the sensation is mindblowing nonetheless. So rough and yet the softest of kisses follow, soothing you into a complete trance of bliss.

“What’s gotten into you?” you manage to get out.

“It’s what you get for pushing my buttons”, Yoongi growls, biting you again. You flinch, pussy throbbing desperately.

“It..felt good…admit it”, you croak.

“Like fucking heaven”, he assures you, pulling you onto his tongue to begin lapping at you quickly.

“Holy fuck”, you and him groan at the same time.

“You’re fucking soaked”, he growls, staring you down with blown-out pupils.

“I told you, pleasing you turns me on so much”, you say breathlessly.

“You’re fucking perfect, my love”, he presses out, burying his face in your pussy. He sucks and licks, lifting his head again, “you’re all I ever dreamt of. And more. So much more”, he adds, losing himself between your legs for good.

“Yoongi, fuck”, you press out, tangling your fingers in his hair as deeply as possible. You don’t even mind that he flipped the roles. You get why he did it. That even as much as lying still and accepting something as simple as a blowjob takes a lot of courage for him to do. That he doesn’t see himself as deserving of receiving and that he feels weird about it because it’s foreign to him. But that’s okay for you. You love him so much for doing it for as long as he did.

“You’re so good”, you praise him, opening your legs further.

Yoongi makes a needy sound, curling his tongue against your clit in an almost startled rhythm.

He breaks away for just a second, pressing out a curse, and then he is back to where he left off, flicking and swirling his tongue over your clit until she is all swollen under him. He runs his hands up your sides until he can caress your breasts, pinching and massaging your nipples just how you like it.

It’s a sin really, how easily he gets you close. It should be forbidden.

“Slow”, you beg, knowing that it is fruitless. Yoongi doesn’t care that you are close. Maybe he even wants you to be, because that means he can taste your cunt post orgasm as soon as possible, “slow please.”

“No”, he says, speeding up the flicks of his tongue. It makes the nastiest of sounds and forces your legs to tremble from almost too much stimulation.

“Yoongi please slow”, you beg him, fleeing from him in a squirm.

“Behave”, he warns, pinning down your hips so harshly the bedsprings creak.

It shakes your entire body. He grips your legs, forcing them open with rough hands. And then he dives back in, rolling his hips into the mattress as if he was hate fucking it.

You wail his name, tugging on his hair and kicking the sheets as he forces you to take what he gives you. Angry pleasure. Fiery hot and electric. Almost too much.

“Slow”, you beg, trying to wiggle away, “s-slow.”

Yoongi growls angrily, shooting up so he is face to face with you.

“Why are you fleeing from me?” he asks, speech impaired just a little by his growing tongue.

“I’m sensitive”, you say in a tiny voice.

Yoongi’s eyes soften. He brushes the back of his hand over your cheek, lips curling into a fond smile.

“You’re so cute”, he says in his honey voice, placing his hand at the back of your neck so he can pull you up into a kiss.

He tastes like you and him, making you feel dizzy and kiss him back with so much eagerness. He breaks the kiss, but keeps close.

“I’ll go slow, yeah?” he whispers

You nod your head instantly, “yes, please.”

“My princess”, he sighs and then he is already between your legs again, gazing up at you.

He still pulls your hips onto his face with rather quite a lot of force, but his lips are slow. They leave kisses on your pussy first, helping you get used to the sensations.

“Yes”, you sigh, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. His eyes light up, you feel him smile against you.

“So good”, he mumbles more to himself than to you, darting out his tongue afterwards to part your folds with it. He flicks it up and down slowly, making sure to stay on your clit for just one more second each time he meets her. He does an extra little figure when he does, changing between figures of eight and little hearts. The hearts are solely because he is goddamn fucking whipped for you. There is no other reason behind them. He hopes that you don’t figure out what he is drawing because it’s embarrassing as fuck.

Your lips curl into a smile, a chuckle follows, “god fuck”, you press out, dropping your head, “I’m close again.”

Yoongi lifts his head, “yeah?” he asks, basking in the little whiney giggle you do.

“Back please”, you complain, squirming in his strong hold.

Yoongi can feel it so well, holding your hips safely between his big hands. He loves that feeling, because he knows that he’s making you feel good.

“Like this?” Yoongi asks, flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit.

You gasp, hips chasing him, which makes him have to pin them down and then chuckle in amusement.

“Cute, so fucking cute”, he rasps, taking your clit between his lips. He sucks as gently as possible, but it is still enough to make you gasp and then flinch in that distinct way you always do when you’re close.

“Yoongi, wait.”

“Yes?” he lifts his head in a fond chuckle, “what’s wrong?”

“Close.”

“Mhm”, he hums, moving up to your face by kissing a path up your stomach. He kisses your neck, doing it in a way that would really nuzzle his face into it. Like this he can suck on your skin, doing it slowly and with all the care he has.

You feel lightheaded once he pulls back, barely managing to look at him because all you want to do is close your eyes and let him do whatever he wants to do.

“What should I do with you, mhm?” he asks, “you’re saying it’s my turn, but then I can’t even go down on you without you being sensitive.”

“It’s not my fault”, you complain in a whine.

“So it’s mine?”

“Yeah?”

He snorts, rolling his eyes fondly.

“You’re a brat”, he says, letting his right hand disappear between your legs to run his fingers through your folds, “and so wet too.”

Whimpering, you part your legs, reaching up to twist the front of his shirt. You twist even more of it when Yoongi sinks two of his long fingers into you, pinning you down with such an intense gaze that you feel lightheaded.

He begins moving, curling his digits each time he reaches your favourite spot.

“Shit”, the word leaves you in a sigh, eyes widening before squeezing shut.

“Relax, that’s better. Relax for me, princess”, Yoongi soothes you, hiding his face back in your neck to continue worshipping it with his sweet lips. And while he does, his fingers continue moving and his thumb just so happens to find its spot on your clit, rubbing circles just how you like it.

Are those sensations easier to handle than what his mouth did? Nope. Not one bit. Not at all. This is impossible to handle. Yoongi’s hands are so skilled. They may look rough, but in reality they carry so much tenderness and devotion in them. It’s hard not wanting to crumble within seconds when Yoongi decides to use his hands between your legs.

“Slow”, you barely dare to get the word out, but you had to.

Yoongi’s reaction is instant. His chest rumbles in a deep chuckle, a whispered “fuck, love”, swirls against your neck before he lifts his head.

“You’re so sensitive”, he says, eyes racing over your features obsessively.

“Sorry, can’t help it”, you say quietly, feeling your cheeks burn up like crazy. Quite frankly, every inch of your body is burning up. Yoongi’s got you so good.

Yoongi smiles and lowers his head to your chest. He trails his kisses down your torso to your pussy, taking your legs and placing them over his shoulder on the journey. He begins by sucking your clit between his lips once, kissing her afterwards. His hands run up and down your thighs, holding them in place and making you feel so safe in the process. Safe but also incredibly needy.

“Slow”, you whisper.

“No”, he mumbles, showing you just how serious he was by finally using his tongue to taste you. Properly and greedily taste you. He runs it through your folds, purring as he does. He lingers on your clit, ignoring all the whining and squirming you are doing and only moving back down again when he deems it time to do so. And somehow he always manages to pull away just when you were about to stumble over the edge, soon leaving you so goddamn desperate for that orgasm that you stop whining about being too sensitive and rather you begin whining about needing your high oh so bad.

And only then does Yoongi truly pull back, kissing his way back to your face to claim your trembling lips in a passionate kiss. He feeds you your taste, holding you still with his fingers on your cheeks and your legs wrapped around his hips. Like this his throbbing cock is grinding right against your pussy, moving against you as if his only purpose was to fit between your folds.

“Fuck me”, you beg into the kiss, “fuck me please.”

Yoongi ignores you, silencing you by tongue kissing you slowly. Just tongue against tongue and occasionally he decides to suck on yours, taking your breath away each time he does.

“Please fuck me”, you try again, tugging him closer with your legs.

“Mhm, princess”, he dismisses you, smirking teasingly.

“Please”, you whimper, rolling your hips skilfully enough that it manages to make his tip slip into you.

Yoongi falters, kiss breaking because he needed to gasp for air. His fingers fall from your cheek, now lying around your throat without applying pressure. His eyes are heavy, racing between yours.

“Fuck me please”, you beg, using the grip you have around his waist to roll your hips up again.

Even more of his perfect cock slips into you, stretching you out so well that you feel bolts of warmth shoot through your legs and make them oh so wobbly.

“Yoongi….”

“Princess…”

“More please.”

He sits up, slipping out of you.

“What, what’s wrong? Come back please” you stutter, chasing him.

“My shirt, it’s annoying”, he says, tugging it off of him a second later. It messes up his hair, getting thrown to the ground a second later.

Giggling, you make grabby hands at him, until he finally lowers himself again. You reach up, fixing his hair for him.

“Messy”, you tell him, tugging strands of it behind his ears, “you’re so beautiful, my beloved.”

“No. You are”, he says, placing his big hands on your back to press you closer. Like this your back arches. Chest against chest and skin melting with skin, “wrap your legs around me, love.”

You obey happily.

“There we go, don’t let go”, he says, wrapping his fingers around his cock to outline it with your pussy and finally push inside. He bottoms out within a second, cursing under his breath as his fingers grip your hip instead.

You sigh his name, hugging him close by wrapping your arms around him, hiding away in the crook of his neck, “thank you”, you tell him quietly, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Yoongi shudders, inhaling deeply with his nose right against your skin.

“That’s fucking incredible”, his voice trembles as he speaks, his arms tense around you.

“Yeah, move please.”

“Of course, my love, anything for you”, he promises, purring deeply as he lets his head fall against your shoulder and his hips take over. He goes slow and deep. Your shared favourite as it helps each of you to really feel the other.

He’s got you in a trance, touch dancing across your skin and breath tickling you most sweetly. You’ve got him enchanted, skin tingling because of you and head filled with nothing but thoughts of you.

When Yoongi finally lifts his head for the first time, the sun has reached a point where it manages to poke right through the curtains, illuminating parts of your cheek in a streak of golden light. Your pussy’s become so soft around his cock, so wet and warm and addicting. Yoongi brushes his fingers over the spot on your cheek the light kisses, making you open your eyes because of it.

You lock eyes with each other. Smiling, you reach up to caress his cheek just as he did. It affects him so much that for just a second his hips lose their rhythm.

“The sun’s coming out”, you tell him.

“You look so beautiful”, he answers you, leaning down to place a kiss a top your warmed up cheek, “your skin’s so pretty in the sunlight”, he whispers, running the tip of his button nose over your cheekbone, “your pussy’s so good too, princess. Soft and warm, feels like heaven”, his voice sounds what being cradled in safety and happiness feels like, making you want to cry. He feels so good inside you. Time has made every single inch of you so sensitive that you are now floating on a constant cloud of warmth.

Yoongi trembles, breathing trembling in his throat, “you’re so tight all of a sudden”, he sighs, moving his hips just right to make sure you keep clenching like that.

“That spot feels so good.”

“Yeah?”

“So good. Don’t stop.”

“Seriously. Your pussy’s the fucking best, princess”, he gets out before his words forsake him as he falls into a deep trance of tingling limbs and sweet noises. His face returns to your neck, his lips know exactly what to do, kissing you slowly and marking you with his devotion. His little gasps and trembling breaths tickle your ear, serving as a constant reminder that you’ve got him so good. You reach for him, fingers tangling in his hair and legs hooking behind his lower back.

Like this, his pubic bone grinds right against your clit and his cock meets your favourite spot with each thrust.

“Shit, baby”, Yoongi curses and lets out a raspy laugh, “you’re making me wanna speed up, don’t do that.”

“Don’t hold back, a little faster. It’s so good.”

Yoongi follows, growling against your neck as his body shudders in reaction. You moan just for him, basking in the way he seems to dig his fingers into the soft flesh of your thigh because of it.

“Like this? Fuck, it’s so good princess, so fucking good”, he pants.

“Like this. Just like this”, you chant, loving every fucking second of it. His cock feels so good. All girthy and perfectly curved to hit the right spots. All veiny and throbbing oh so much to make sure your juices are mixing and marking both of you. His cock’s the best. Yoongi is so good at using it. He is so bloody good at it, that you can’t help but abandon his hair just to scratch down his back.

He growls his favourite nickname for you, hips stuttering before slamming into you. Your body convulses in reaction, the headboard hits the wall just once before Yoongi finds a less aggressive rhythm to match your desperate begs for more.

“You’re making me cum.”

He lets out a pitched laugh, shaking his head in disbelief as he tightens his grip on your thigh because he wants nothing more than to get you there.

“You’re unbelievable. Why did you even tell me to speed up when we can’t even enjoy it for long?”

“Please don’t pull away, please I can’t hold it anymore”, you try, clutching onto him desperately.

“Why shouldn’t I edge you again?” he threatens, slowing down his hips just enough that you reach for them, bruising them in the process of getting them to keep moving.

“Please don’t, I need it.”

“Fuck, you’re so easily messed with”, he chuckles, “let go whenever you want, princess. I’m here to catch you”, he says, returning to the rhythm of before.

“Thank you, oh god thank you”, you moan, turning into puddy in his hands. It is just seconds later when you can’t take it anymore and you orgasm around him, almost breaking his hips from squeezing them so tightly while your entire body feels on fire.

And Yoongi fucks you right through it, lips pressed against the pulse point on your neck and throat rattling in needy moans.

He only slows down once he knows you were able to truly live out your high, now rocking into you in a gentle rhythm whilst soothing you by kissing your jawline.

“So good, that was incredible”, he praises you, “you were so good, my princess.”

“I’m dizzy, fuck”, you croak, gulping loudly.

“Mhm, should I slip out?”

“No”, your legs tighten around him, “stay please, you need to fill me up.”

Yoongi lifts his head, “you’re gonna be the death of me”, he croaks, adding more vigour into his movements again.

You gasp then moan, relaxing around him in shudders.

“Does this hurt? Should I go slower?” he makes sure.

“No, don’t stop. Is so nice”, you mumble, voice heavy in pleasure.

Yoongi kisses your forehead, making you giggle and close your eyes. He reaches for your hands and for a second you thought that he would intertwine his fingers with you, but he doesn’t. Instead he tugs your hands to his throat instead, forcing your eyes to peel up in surprise.

His gaze is hazy, begging you to squeeze.

“You’re so hot”, you get out, tightening your fingers on his throat.

Yoongi closes his eyes by letting them roll back to the point of where you see nothing but white before his eyelids fall closed. Quite frankly the view makes your knees wobble even when you’re lying down.

It also doesn’t help that Yoongi reaches down to not only caress your hip but also to press his thumb against your clit to massage her skilfully.

“Yoongi”, his name slips from you as if it was instinct, your legs slip from him just to open messily, “fuck, you’re making it hard.”

He peels his eyes open just enough that he can see you. He looks so fucked like that, all half-lidded eyes and glowing cheeks.

“I need your high again, please”, he croaks out, voice tickling your fingertips.

“Yeah well”, you laugh, squirming on his cock, “you’re gonna get it soon.”

“Good”, he sighs, closing his eyes again, “that’s good…”

“Yeah, so good”, you agree, fighting against the urge to join him in closing your eyes. You can’t do that. He looks so handsome with your hands around his throat and his obsidian hair all hanging into his face. You love few things more than the current view. His smile is one of them, his eyes when he looks at you is another thing.

Yoongi moans, inhaling deeply afterwards.

“Fuck”, he exhales, “you’re so tight.”

“Yeah, it’s really good”, you tell him.

“Yeah?” he asks, eyes opening to run over your face.

“Yeah”, you sigh, squeezing down on his veins.

“I’m close”, he croaks, “harder, please.”

You squeeze around him, basking in the feeling of his deep moan, “don’t stop”, his brows furrow together, his thumb finds the right spot.

“Oh fuck, Yoongs”, you squeak out, eyes falling closed on instinct, “Yoongi, that’s the spot.”

“Please I’m begging you, c-cum”, Yoongi is almost sobbing, thumb working skilfully and throwing you right over the edge.

“Yoongi”, you gasp, fingers slipping from his throat to grip the pillow instead.

Yoongi climaxes from the sensation, convulsing on top of you as tiny whimpers leave his throat. He helps you ride out your high with deep, desperate thrusts, right arm cradling you against his chest and lips pressed to your neck. He fucking loves orgasming with you. He can really let go when he’s with you, which makes it feel so good that he always feels dizzy afterwards. You love it too. You love how he is holding you, how his voice pitches and how his warmth fills you up. It makes you shake so very much.

He plops down on top of you once you both stopped shaking, knocking a little “meeh” out of you before you giggle and wrap him up in a tight hug.

“This was amazing”, you tell him.

“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees, chest rumbling in a content purr. He feels so done. His entire body is all warm and fuzzy and now he can feel your naked skin against his without the barrier of clothes and Yoongi swears he is in paradise.

“Are you not slipping out?” you ask him, trailing his spine and with it sending a constant stream of shivers through his body.

“No. Wanna get soft inside you.”

“And you are sure that this is going to happen?”

“Maybe”, he says, making you giggle.

He grins, growing oh so soft on top of you.

“You’re so cute.”

“Mhm.”

Silence overcomes you and him afterwards where you play with his hair and Yoongi finds comfort by kissing your neck slowly. You don’t count the minutes but enough must have passed for his cock to truly manage to soften and naturally slip out. Yoongi drew closer when that happened, whining about how he wants to be back inside and making you laugh in the process.

Then you napped. You napped so well that you feel reborn once you open your eyes again, realising that Yoongi has managed to scoot up your body enough that he can now look at you eye to eye.

He must have been awake for a little. He is propped up on his elbows, big hands cupping your cheeks as his thumbs trace your skin. They still when you open your eyes, lips parting in surprised awe.

“Hey”, you tell him, stretching yourself sleepily.

“I don’t feel beautiful”, he whispers.

“Huh?” you drop your arms, “Yoongi what the hell? Don’t say that. Get ready for a wave of compliments”, you say, taking his face between your hands, “you are-”

“No”, he interrupts you, “in general. I don’t feel beautiful.”

You close your mouth because you get the feeling that he needs to talk without being interrupted.

“I-I was thinking ‘cause I pulled back when you made me sit on you, so I was thinking.”

“No don’t, it’s okay. I’d never want you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“But I did-”, he stops himself, lowering his eyes instead. He rolls off of you. You roll to your side, propping yourself up on your elbow and supporting your head that way

“You know how I see myself", he begins, fingers fumbling with the sheets and eyes glued to them, “that I see myself and my body and, and all I can see is a vessel for causing suffering to others”, he whispers.

You shake your head, telling him that this isn’t true. You scoot closer, placing your hand over his’ to let him know that he wasn’t alone right now.

“I know”, he says, fingers intertwining with yours, “I know that you’re burning to tell me off right now and to call me stupid for even thinking that.”

“No, I don’t”, you promise him, soothing him by caressing his cheek.

“I just…even if I didn’t feel that way…I still…” he falters, lowers his eyes, “I don’t think I’d feel attractive.”

“Oh Yoongs, that’s sad. Why do you think so?”

“Because I’m not…I can’t…I don’t”, he inhales, exhales shakily, “I don’t look like other vampires”, he confesses in a barely there whisper.

“Because of your true face? Because it looks different from the rest?”

“No, not that. But my….body.”

“Your body.”

He dares to glance at your eyes.

“Because I don’t have sculpted abs and a big chest a-and because I’m not tall”, his voice is barely there.

“I see, mhm.”

You smooth over his lower arm as you think his answer over. You want to give him a good answer and Yoongi waits patiently, feeling close to shaking in nervousness because he can’t remember if he ever bared himself that truthfully before. But he tends to do this with you. You somehow always manage to make him want to break down yet another wall around his heart.

“I don’t think that having abs or a big chest or being a certain height is what makes someone attractive”, you finally say, “I can see why you feel that way. Especially when you’re surrounded by all those tall vampires with their tits all out and their abs on display, but I don’t think that things like that are important.”

Yoongi dares to look into your eyes for longer.

“I don’t know how much my silly opinion counts, but I think that you are the most attractive person ever. Whenever I look at you, I feel my heart race and I want to keep looking at you.”

He flusters.

“And I mean it for both your clothed and naked body. You have the most perfect body, Yoongi.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course I do. Oh my god, have you looked at yourself? You’re gorgeous.”

“Shut up”, he murmurs and cringes, “sorry, that was mean. I didn’t mean it. Sorry, it’s instinct.”

“I know”, you chuckle, “and no, I won’t shut up because I love you and your body and I wanna keep telling you that I love you.”

Yoongi scrunches his nose up in instinctive disgust.

You give him a grin and kiss the tip of his button nose.

It makes him part his lips and gawk in awe.

“Also you look gorgeous on top of my face, so don’t be shy next time”, you add just to truly fluster him.

“You’re so weird.”

“Shut up, you’re weird too. You broke the headboard, you big weirdo.”

Yoongi snorts and chuckles. You join him, nudging him with your nose. Yoongi does it back, ending it with a little kiss to the tip of yours.

“I honestly always wondered why literally every vampire has those inhuman abs. Like what do they even do to get that?” you say.

“Too much vain work, I don’t know.”

You chuckle, “honestly it must be so exhausting.”

He nods his head, “I could never keep up with it. I was too busy with killing and drying out and being fucking suicidal to care about that shit.”

“No, I get it. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“And it’s because I hate my body and what it did in the past. I don’t want to make it beautiful because I don’t…I just…I can’t feel it.” He blinks rapidly, “I don’t feel sexy. I just don’t. I feel like nothing but an ugly blob. Do you know when I feel sexy?”

“Tell me.”

“When I give you pleasure. When you go wow that’s nice because of me, that’s when I feel sexy. But when I’m the object of desire? I feel so ugly and, and undesirable.”

“I understand how you feel. I really do. You want to distance yourself from being perceived and when someone does see you, you panic because it’s a reminder that your body exists and that you are being looked at. When you do something, you exist for the action but being seen means having to look instead of do and that’s uncomfortable for you.”

“Yes that. ___, it’s really hard to feel beautiful”, he confesses in a whisper.

“I know. It’s really hard. Don’t force yourself, you’ll get there eventually.”

“I don’t think I ever will.”

“No, don’t doubt yourself. It’s the same with Kook. His journey to controlling his urges may be long, but he’ll get there too eventually. So will you.”

“It’s hard.”

“I know. You have me, so you’re not alone.”

Yoongi hesitates. Thinks. Hesitates.

So you talk again.

“Would it help you a little if I told you that the way your body looks also gives me a lot of pleasure? Maybe you could think of it that way if it helps a little with feeling a bit sexier?”

“It....it does. Oh. Oh wow, okay”, Yoongi squeezes his eyes into little slits as he smiles so brightly that his gums are showing, “wow. Oh my god”, he says, hiding his eyes behind his hand as he giggles quietly.

You draw closer, tugging his hand away to hold it instead. Yoongi meets your eyes even if he flusters because of it.

“I’m happy that it helps you, because it’s the truth. I honestly think that you are incredibly sexy and beautiful, but I also get that it’s hard for you to accept that. Thank you for telling me regardless, my love. Now I wanna give you even more compliments.”

“No thank you. I like to think that way”, he says and lowers his eyes shyly, “I already feel sexier. Just a little, maybe”, he confesses, cheeks turning the softest of pinks instantly.

“Well that’s good to hear”, you say and giggle, stealing a little kiss from him afterwards.

Yoongi lowers his head and presses out a curse. “What are you doing to me?” he says, hugging you close to bury his face in your chest. You fall into the sheets like that.

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t even know what I’m doing with you. You are so far in there”, he says, touching his chest.

“You’re so sweet.”

“I don’t let people in.”

“I know.”

“But you’re in there.”

“I am?”

“Yeah”, he nods his head, “I don’t like talking about my stuff, but you make me want to. Fuck, why am I that weak with you? I, I feel so…so…so tiny when I’m with you.”

“You’re not weak or tiny”, you assure him, “thank you Yoongi.”

He looks at you, “for what?”

“For letting me in there and for trusting me and for allowing me to love you.”

He falters. His eyes race between yours.

“Thank you. I’m so privileged to be with you.”

“Princess”, he breathes.

“I told you, I can be so cheesy if I want to.”

Yoongi cups your cheeks, “I love you”, he whispers, making you tear up.

“Oh Yoongi, I love you too”, you press out, kissing him deeply.

You pull back when air is sparse and you have him beneath you. Yoongi smiles at you with his sparkly eyes half-lidded. He reaches up, running his thumb over your cheekbone as tenderly as possible.

“What?” you whisper.

“Nothing”, he breathes, outlining your lips.

“Stop that”, you say, hiding in the crook of his neck giddily.

“I’m not even doing anything. What do you mean?” he whines in a chuckle.

“No, you do. You’re gazing, it flusters me.”

“Hah”, he scoffs, shaking his head in fondness.

You nudge him, using the momentum to snuggle yourself closer in a way a very cuddly cat would do. Yoongi accepts it gladly, purring contently as he runs his fingers up and down your spine in mindless patterns.

“I feel so done”, he confesses.

“Same, I’m still so sleepy.”

“Same. You don’t even know how amazing sex feels as a vampire.”

“Yeah?” you sneak a glance at him for just enough seconds to memorise his face in the position, “does it feel better than when you were human?”

“Yeah. You know how our senses are heightened?”

“Yes.”

“Now imagine how sensitive we get because of it.”

“That’s really hot. I want to feel it too.”

Yoongi looks at you, “why’d you think I fuck you the way I do?”

“Mhm?”

“It’s ‘cause I want you to get as close to the sensation as possible”, he says.

“Okay first of all, warn me next time because I actually felt my pussy throb right now and second of all. Min Yoongi you are a menace to my sanity, stop being so talkative after sex and ruining my entire being with, with what you say.”

Yoongi snorts before laughing deeply.

“Don’t laugh at my pain, I’m suffering.”

“Oh you’re suffering? What should I say? You’re messing with me all the time.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. Just messing with me and-”, he flips you onto your back without warning, caging your head in between your elbows and caressing the top of your head with his big hands, “-making me want to do nothing more than fuck you stupid all the day long”, he rasps, letting his lips brush against your neck afterwards.

You shiver. He basks in it like an addict, having to growl when he feels your heart skip a few beats against his lips.

“Yoongi stop”, you breathe.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re being a menace to my sanity again.”

He chuckles deeply, sounding oh so sexy doing it that you feel your pussy throb again.

You pull back as you suddenly feel his boner poking your inner thigh.

“Really? Again?” you ask him in a laugh and a cocked-up eyebrow.

“I told you, I can’t help it. You’re the worst, I’m constantly horny because of you”, he whines, cracking you up.

“You are?”

“Yeah. Do you even know how little I cared about sex in the past? And then you”, he pulls you closer, “beautiful goddess come into my life and all I wanna do is fuck.”

“You’re adorable, Yoongs”, you giggle, booping his nose.

“I’m serious. You sexy woman are ruining me. I even jerk off.”

“Hot.”

“Not hot. It’s a problem.”

“Why?”

“Cause I can’t concentrate, because you keep popping into my mind.”

“You can’t concentrate? Really?” you snicker, “is it really such a problem that I’m popping into your mind?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Cause what if I think about you naked in the middle of a fight and I pop a boner, what then?”

You laugh loudly, making Yoongi snicker deeply. He had hoped that you would like the joke.

“Don’t laugh, what would my enemy think then? That I’m into the fight? Or them?” he continues joking.

Your laughter grows and Yoongi swears he could squeal from happiness. He digs his fingers into your hip to tug you closer, soaking up your expression with sparkly eyes.

“God Yoongi”, you say, wiping your tears away, “you’re so silly.”

He moves in for a rather forceful kiss. Not that he wanted to force himself onto you, but he was so happy and eager to kiss you that it happened that your teeth collided first.

“Ouch, teeth”, you murmur.

“Sorry”, he whispers, chasing you, “so sorry”, he barely gets the words out and then he is already kissing your properly.

“Wait, Yoongi, wait”, you have to pull back, “let me breathe first, you eager kitten”, you say, cupping his cheeks.

He huffs out air, gazing at you with his pretty eyes all sparkly.

“I don’t wanna go out today”, he says and pouts, sagging his shoulders.

“Didn’t you talk all about how you have to hunt for Namjoon again today?”

“That was yesterday me, he was an idiot.”

You laugh again, painting happiness on his face.

“You’re so funny, Yoongi Boongie.”

“You think so?” he asks, barely holding back the smile threatening to creep up.

“Yes, I do. So funny.”

“Mhm”, he lets out and closes his eyes, because he got flustered. He cuddles his face into you, tickling your nose with his hair. He rubs his body into yours, wiggling like a happy kitten and purring like one too. You turn your head, resting your cheek on the crown of his head.

“Yoongi, you still have a boner” you whisper.

“Yeah, ‘cause I want you”, he answers you.

“Fine, fuck”, you give up, parting your legs, “one more round or so help me god. If you’re still being a seductive little shit afterwards, I’ll bite you.”

“Is that a promise?” he asks, lifting his head.

“No you”, you nudge his chest, “you horndog, this is a threat”, you whine.

Yoongi lifts himself to his hands, taking your own just so he can pin them above your head.

“Well then, I feel threatened”, he says, smirking playfully, “guess I gotta fuck you until you forget all about it. Mhm? Turn you stupid around my cock. How’s that sound, princess?” he rasps, rolling his hips into you at the use of your nickname.

“You goddamn…fucking…” you choke out, arching your back.

You were so ready to fall into Yoongi, if someone suddenly hadn’t entered his room violently and stopped that from happening.

Taehyung, almost taking the entire doorframe with him.

“Yoongi! ___ is miss- oh” he had yelled before, but stops when he locks eyes with you.

Yoongi lifts his head, looking over his shoulder.

“What are you doing here, brat?” he hisses, “did I allow you to enter?”

“I apologize, I didn’t know that you were with ___”, Taehyung mumbles, trying and failing not to run his eyes down Yoongi’s bared body. That must be the first time he sees the older vampire naked. It would make sense with how much Yoongi struggles with getting naked in front of other people.

The latter disappears from your side within the blink of an eye. The door to the bathroom closes in a loud bang, making both you and Taehyung flinch.

Seconds later you hear the water run.

Poor Yoongi, you think, before averting your eyes to Taehyung.

“Good morning Tae”, you greet the big eyed vampire still present in your room.

“Good morning….forgive me, but was Yoongi truly naked right now?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Well, that is. Hah”, he lets out a breathy laugh, “he has a very shapely bottom.”

You snort in amusement.

“I’m sure that he’ll be happy to hear that”, you tell him.

Taehyung studies you, before taking big steps to you. He sits down on your side of the bed, draping his arm around your waist.

“Where were you? I was worried sick when I woke up and you were missing”, he says without accusation in his voice. He still sounds terribly worried however.

“I’m sorry. I had a nightmare again last night and you slept so well that I didn’t want to wake you. So I went to Yoongi.”

Taehyung furrows his brows.

“Darling”, he says, “you could have woken me.”

“I know, but I just…I feel better now. I had a wonderful dream because of Yoongi.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that”, Taehyung says and caresses your temple, “but please don’t run off like that again. I was worried sick.”

“I understand. I’m sorry, I will tell you next time.”

“Thank you”, he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He pulls back, smacking his lips, “ah yes the distinct taste of post sex sweat.”

“Ew Tae, you’re gross”, you gasp, slapping his chest softly.

He snickers mischievously, sitting up straight. He places his hand on your stomach, caressing it gently.

“What were you doing either way, darling?” he asks in a playful voice, one that paints heat to your cheeks. He runs his eyes up and down your body, “don’t tell me that I interrupted your morning, mhm?”

“Don’t give me that voice”, you whine, making him chuckle.

“What voice?”

“Your sex voice.”

Taehyung lowers his eyes playfully, placing his hand on your naked hip. Big and warm it rests there, calling your attention.

The door to the bathroom opens and out comes Yoongi, dressed in a bathrobe. He pulled the belt so tightly around his waist that it looks borderline uncomfortable.

“We shouldn’t stay for too long. We have to leave soon”, he says dryly, acting busy by picking up his clothing from the floor.

“Yes of course, Jimin and Hobi left a few minutes ago to get gas. They will be back soon”, Taehyung says, letting his hand slip from your hip without even noticing it.

“Good. ___ you should take a shower before we leave.”

“I’ll take it soon. Are you okay, Yoongs?”

“Yes, I’m okay”, he says.

“You have a very shapely bottom, hyung”, Taehyung says.

Yoongi freezes up in the position he was in. Bend halfway down to pick up his briefs. His head moves first, turning so he can send Taehyung an almost deadly glare.

“Very well formed and round”, Taehyung continues.

Yoongi’s eyes darken.

“Also very big.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes in annoyance.

“Shut your mouth”, he hisses, turning his head away and finally moving the rest of his body.

Taehyung snickers, exchanging a sheepish look with you.

Yoongi ignores it. He disappears in the bathroom seconds later, closing the door behind him.

“Gosh Tae, you meanie”, you say, giggling.

“I’m honest. His bottom is very pleasing to look at”, Taehyung insists, grinning.

“Gosh, you silly bear”, you say, finally sitting up. You peck his cheek, “I think I should take that shower now. Could you be a darling and get some croissants for breakfast?”

“Of course, my sweetest. I shall get tea to go with them.”

“You are a darling, thank you my sweetheart.”

“Not at all.”

Taehyung leaves after giving you a big goodbye smooch on your naked chest. You tried not to laugh, but failed.

Yoongi has his briefs on when you enter the bathroom, but is still shirtless.

“Tae’s right, your butt is sexy”, you tell him, before slapping it.

“Hey!” he whips around, “stop that.”

You snicker.

His cheeks are beet red.

You cup them and squish them.

“You are so handsome.”

“I-“, Yoongi blinks rapidly.

“Tae’s gone already, he’s getting breakfast.”

“Tch, he’s a brat.”

“And you are blushing.”

Yoongi moves his head away, then turns his shoulder to you.

“Get cleaned. I’m getting ready.”

“I will, sugarbutt”, you say, slapping his butt a second time on his way out.

“Stop that”, he hisses, “and don’t call me sugarbutt. I’m Yoongi Boongie.”

You grin, “yeah? Yoongi Boongie? That’s your name?”

“Whatever”, Yoongi mumbles, fleeing with burning cheeks.

255 notes · View notes

buckys-little-belle · 2 years

Note

Ooh! Ooh! How about Bucky x Little Reader but the little likes to wear hoodies and beanies!! I saw a hat with bunny ears and if you pulled on a string, the ears pop up!!!

His Bunny (Headcannons)

Bucky x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns used)

Warnings - Nothing I think? (I said “heck”)

Notes - I couldn’t find the type of hat you were talking about but I thought that this one might do! (Also this is short I know, it’s all I could get done before the tourettes urge to throw my ipad across the room arose and I had to quit, so if you would like I can always do a longer fic about this concept! Just send it into my inbox and i’ll add it to the list!!)

- - - - - -

When Bucky found out you loved beanies he definitely went out and bought a ton. One in each colour, a bunch of different brands/fabrics because he didn’t know which ones you would like. Let’s just say he has supplied your need for beanies well, dictating a whole basket in the front hall closet “Bunny’s hats”.

When he’s out shopping with sam one day, just something the two of them do every once in a while to catch up, he notices a beanie that has bunny ears on it. Of course he has to get it, his bunny deserves every type of beanie, and because you’re his bunny you obviously need a beanie to match the nickname.

When he comes home you’re excited to see him, he usually picks up smoothies when hes out shopping, but this time he has both a smoothie and your new obsession. The sweet ivory coloured, and very soft, bunny ear beanie easily and quickly becomes your favourite. Usually you just wear a beanie out of the house, and inside when your ears get cold, but with this hat? Youre wearing it 24/7. You end up getting a talking to when you won’t take it off during bath time.

Once Bucky realized this hat was going to be over worn and worn out quicker than your other hats, he stops by the store again, picking up the same hat in the same colour so he can switch the hats out before you get so sad and try to throw a funeral for your hat. He also buys a few in different colours. You now get a new bunny hat for your birthday and Christmas. In no time you’ll have the whole rainbow.

Of course when he goes on missions he knows you miss him, so he always buys you a sweater before he leaves, a big crew neck, or one with a hood, maybe even a zip up hoodie, and he wears it all day while your out. Then the morning he leaves he’ll wrap it up and place the gift on the dining room table. That way theres a little piece of him that you can wear while he’s gone. (Even though you have 20 other sweaters that smell like him, that’s besides the point.)

Bucky, being the old fashion man he is, has a rule that “everyone needs to wear “outing” acceptable clothing during the day.” That means you can’t wear Pjs all day, except for planned pj days of course. This rule caused an uprising when you would wear hoodies to bed and then wear them the next day. “Daddy, ‘s clean!” you would argue. Bucky decided that maybe you should have bedtime hoodies and daytime hoodies, that way you can wake up and change, still sticking to the schedule. Little did he know you would agree, but he had to buy you more hoodies because “I wear des in the day already! Dey aren’t sleep hoodies!”. So a shopping spree later and you now have at least 5 more hoodies, strictly for bedtime.

Overall you’re glad Bucky is so willing to fuel your hoodie and beanie obsessions, and of course you’re glad he isn’t a very social person because that means you can wear hoodies all day everyday, to heck with sophisticated people clothing!

#buckys little belle #little!reader #bucky age regression #age regression fic #bucky x little reader #age regression #bucky x little!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x little!reader

472 notes · View notes

zonecode · 3 months

Text

@emptyzone Woe.

She's here and gone like a flash of greased lightning.

Ah, there was nothing like a little bit of wanton destruction to get an overactive mind off of troubling thoughts spiraling out of control. As the crash of thunder rolled through the city, crashes of cars being flipped onto their heads would blare with horns of pointless alarms. Trust and believe, it was hard to miss the green blaze of devastation wrecking everything that did or did not cross its line of fire.

Hanging streetlights were forced to blare at their brightest as a jumping arc of electricity made contact and infected its newest target. Glass-shattering, shock-inducing. Both by the most literal of terms, and by the scattering crowd jumping out of the lime-green locomotive's way to not get bowled over. GANGWAY! COMIN' THROUGH! Pfft, as if a warning was given to any of these nobodies.

Zap a tree and get a good fire started, or just twirl around in a circle and create a vortex of air to collect the stray citizen not fast enough to run inside and hide. Watch'em scream and suffer as their worlds are taken for a whirl, only to cut the spin cycle short and let momentum to the rest of the work. This way and that, the people popped like buttered kernels! Where they landed? Nobody cared~!

No, it's only as some secondary rumble demanded that a conscious busy cackling to itself crystallize on the world around her. Uh... were the aftershocks of her city-wide tour already starting to drum up? She was almost certain that one wasn't her. A mess of the place had already been made, but that earthen grumble seemed... greater. Something far larger, something like...

Something like an entire building falling toward her person, a shadow drenching the tenrec in overhanging shade.

...Okay! Guess it was time to juice it! Yellow streaks are told to double-time it, she wasn't getting hit with another building if she could help it. She's durable, (DURABLE ain't the word, she's damn near INVINCIBLE) but it still hurts like hell to have one of those fall on you. Bricks and stones are dodged like raindrops from an overhead storm, a surge of lightning tears by the side to zig-zag a dexterous sprint up an abandoned building its fallen brother was seconds away from collapsing into.

Ride that momentum until it sputtered and died, then punch it in the side and tell it to keep going. Faster, FASTER. It's a vertical climb as the road beneath the tenrec's fleeting feet is reduced to dust and destroyed concrete behind her. Higher, straight to the top! Windows are one-use stepping stones that shatter slower than the treads on her shoes can leave them, a cacophonous chorus of urban debris singing out in pain as the burst of light reaches its zenith.

She jumps, her side of the building road running out of track, the complex's roof reached. Lightning strikes upward, only for its bolt to fling in an upside-down pendulum's swing. She arcs, it's like the bridge of a rainbow bounding from one building to another. One final crash beneath as an ivory surge flies above the ocean of demolition.

She lands. A finger pointed at the only person crazy enough to be standing so close to a building just demolished. If there's anyone to cast this new gout of rage onto, it oughta be her.

"YOU DAMN NEAR DROPPED A BUILDING ON ME! Forget you causin' more of a ruckus than me in this deadbeat, run-down, hole-in-the-wall city, we'll get to THAT after I'm done BEATIN' ON YOU. Howza'bout I throw you through a couple building's more as a little bit'a PUNISHMENT." You're dead meat, girlie.

#(SURGE || IC.)#emptyzone #((I TOLD YOU I'D SHOOT. BUT YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME. WHYYYY DIDN'T YOU BELIEVE ME))

6 notes · View notes

setaripendragon · 6 months

Text

Cress - Part 3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 I really enjoyed writing this one and playing about with just the entire concept of dreams and the Dreaming and... I love the world building in Sandman so much, okay, and playing in this sandbox is just -happy author flailing- The Princess of the Dreaming comes home.

The Dreaming is in ruins. Ever since the library disappeared, there’s been nothing for Lucienne to do except watch the rest of the Dreaming crumble. She’s tried, as best she can, to hold it together, but she’s only a dream of a memory in the end, even if she has been favoured by their Lord. She hasn’t got the authority to order anyone to stay, and she doesn’t have the power to shape the dreamstuff back into what it was.

It’s an exercise in futility, and though Lucienne has never fallen prey to the fear that their Lord has abandoned them, has always believed that he will return when whatever is keeping him is done, she still finds it all exhausting. Even just existing these days is exhausting. The dreamstuff that makes her up is just as inclined to crumble back into its base state as the dreamstuff everywhere else, and holding herself together has become its own chore these last few years.

“Uh… Loosh?”

Lucienne sighs, and turns away from her consideration of the ruin of her Lord’s castle to face Mervyn with a forced smile. “Yes? What is it?” she asks. Back to business. Someone has to try and keep order while their Lord is away, and it might as well be her.

Mervyn makes a sound like clearing the throat he doesn’t actually have, and looks down. “We’ve got a new dreamer,” he tells her. Lucienne grimaces. Once upon a time, that wasn’t even an event to be remarked upon. These days, it’s an ill omen. How broken must everything be, for a new dreamer in the Dreaming to be a bad thing?

“Well, we may as well do our best to make them comfortable while they’re with us,” Lucienne says briskly. It’s the last kindness any of these dreamers will ever know. As the mortal world has – presumably – grown better at dealing with people who cannot wake, they survive longer, but they still haven’t discovered a way to convince the Dreaming to let them go again. So many dreamers have died in the Dreaming in the last seventy years, and if their Lord were here, perhaps that would grant them a second life here in the Dreaming like it had for Lucienne, but… There is no Dream Lord to claim them, and so they can only go with Death when she comes for them.

“Yeah…” Mervyn sighs. “That’s gonna take some work with this one.”

“Oh?” Lucienne prompts, suddenly wary. “Why is that?”

“Cause it’s a baby, isn’t it?” Mervyn asks, shoving his hands into his pockets with an air of deep discontent.

Lucienne doesn’t blame him one bit. She closes her eyes against the news. They’ve seen their fair share of children, toddlers, and even infants since their Lord left, but it’s never gotten easier to bear. The Dreaming is meant to enhance the lives of the dreamers, not steal their entire span of years away from them.

She caves to a moment of weakness, and takes her glasses off to rub at her eyes. She’s a dreamthing; she shouldn’t get tired. And yet. “Where?” she asks on a heavy sigh.

“The shores,” Mervyn tells her, and so off they go; leaping across the rubble and fragments of the bridge, across the now barren plains where Fiddler’s Green once lay, through the Gates of Horn and Ivory, which blessedly still stand, and out onto the soft shores of the Dreaming. Raw dreamstuff stretches out endlessly, waves of the Sea of Sleep lapping at its edges, and Lucienne finds she doesn’t need a guide any more.

The sight before her punches a soft ‘oh’ right out from the depths of her lungs. She’s not sure if it’s joy or sorrow. There’s no missing their new guest, because she’s wrapped up in a dream. A soft-edged infant’s dream of rainbows, bright primary colours fuzzing into each other, making strange shapes as they drift around their dreamer, tipping the babe from one vibrant cradle to another and sending sparkles of pure joy into the air.

Lucienne hadn’t known any such gentle dreams yet survived.

“Huh. Thought the little ones were all gone by now,” Mervyn says, echoing Lucienne’s thoughts with uncanny accuracy.

“I suppose we missed one,” Lucienne says helplessly.

She doesn’t know how long she stands there just watching, unable to bring herself to interrupt and end this moment. It’s such a small thing – such a small dream, for such a small dreamer – and yet that tiny thing lodges in her chest and grows until it threatens to burst. So she stands and watches as an infant dreams of rainbows, until quite suddenly, the babe is tipped from amorphous blue to bubbling orange, and falls right through the bubbles and into nothing.

Mervyn swears, covering the sound of Lucienne’s gasp.

“She woke up,” Lucienne says dumbly, staring as the dream twists in on itself, condensing down into a little blob of ever-shifting colour. It shifts, sliding around on the dream-sand of the shores, as though it’s looking for its absent playmate.

“Ah, damn. Come here, you,” Mervyn says, striding – more like staggering – forward to catch the attention of the dream. “Better get you somewhere safe, before you dissolve like the rest. What’s your name, then? I don’t recognise you t’all.” He sounds very indignant about that last part, which is fair enough. Mervyn was generally well acquainted with most of their Lord’s creations. Perhaps this one was made right before he left, and it never had the chance to become known to the other denizens of the Dreaming.

The dream fluctuates indecisively for a moment, and then turns a startlingly uniform shade of vibrant yellow. “Aureolin,” Lucienne says, when Mervyn flounders. The dream sparkles. “It’s very good to meet you, too,” Lucienne agrees. “I’m Lucienne, the Royal Librarian, and this is Mervyn Pumpkinhead, the… Royal Caretaker.” Mervyn humphs, but doesn’t contradict her “Now, let’s get you settled somewhere a bit safer, shall we?”

Aereolin agrees, and dutifully follows along behind as Lucienne turns her steps not back towards the Castle, but further into the Dreaming, towards the Houses of Secrets and Mysteries. These days, it’s safer there than it is in the Castle. One never knows when another set of rooms is just going to disappear in there.

Abel is absolutely overjoyed to see another dream, while Cain is significantly more disgruntled about being asked to babysit. Lucienne, having expected this, blandly suggests that if it’s too much for him-

“Don’t be ridiculous! It’s not as if we’ve got anything else to do around here!” Cain snaps, cutting her off before she can even begin to suggest Aureolin comes to the castle with her, and Lucienne smiles smugly.

“Of course. Thank you,” she says indulgently.

“Gregory! Look, Gregory, a new friend for you!” Abel calls to the gargoyle nesting on the roof. Gregory chirrups in confusion, and hops down, scattering roof tiles as he goes, to nose at Aureolin curiously. Aureolin blooms into a riot of colours in the air around Gregory, who yelps and rears back, turning on his hind legs to try and look at everything all at once, only to fall back on his rump when he overbalances.

Aureolin flares around him in a riot of sunshine yellow and neon orange and crystal white. Gregory shakes himself, then wriggles with more intent. Abel has just enough time to shout, “Gregory, no-!” before Gregory pounces. He catches most of Aereolin under one large paw, right up until Aureolin bleeds itself into the ground, turning the grass coquelicot and heliotrope and gamboge.

Then it springs back into the air like a mist rising out of the ground, coalesces into a rainbow, before darting off into the trees, a rippling ribbon of colour against the dreary Dreaming, with Gregory in hot pursuit.

“Where’d you find that one, then?” Cain asks suspiciously.

“On the shores,” Lucienne says blandly.

“What was it doing down there?” Cain demands.

“What we’re all doing these days,” Lucienne says, a little harder now. “Getting by.”

Cain harrumphs, but ceases attempting to interrogate her. Good, because Lucienne does not want to see what frenzy the last few residents of the dreaming might be driven to by the notion of a dreamer who isn’t stuck. They’d swamp the poor child, and probably cause no end of trauma.

She returns to the palace, for want of anything better to do, and catches herself looking mournfully at the once-vibrant stained glass windows of the throne room. They’re dull, these days. Even if there was more than the watery light of their non-weather, the glass is no longer jewel-toned and ready to glow at the touch of the sun. Lucienne hasn’t seen colour like Aureolin’s here in the dreaming for at least the last twenty years.

Somehow, she’s not surprised when Mervyn comes to fetch her again what feels like mere moments later.

“She’s back, Loosh.”

And so she is, when Lucienne goes back down to the shores to see. The child has called Aureolin back to her, and they’re playing on the sand together. And it happens again. And again. Lucienne begins to track time by days instead of years again, keeping an eye out for the infant. Sometimes Aureolin doesn’t come, and Lucienne will pick the child up and carry her back through the gates and into the palace, just because it’s better than leaving her lying on the dream-sand.

Some many days and nights later, Lucienne finds the infant on the shore again, and while Aureolin isn’t there, another dream is. Or, rather, a nightmare. An infant’s nightmare of cold and sharp, with no finesse to its form. To Lucienne, it looks a little like a soap-bubble, covered in pulsing spikes like shards of broken glass, surrounded by a glimmer of diamond-dust.

The infant is being cradled by the spikes, and her tiny little hand keeps closing around one, and then letting go with a whimper, and then trying to close around it again. And the nightmare, for all that it is what it is and it’s fulfilling its purpose in allowing the child to explore these things that scare it in a safe environment, is being so incredibly gentle with her as it holds her aloft, shards tip-tapping over the infant’s skin as it explores in turn.

It is not… typical, of her Lord’s creations, she has to admit. Neither is Aureolin. Even the children’s dreams and nightmares have had forms beyond their function, as far as Lucienne can remember. Human dreams with human shapes, the better to know those they’re meant to serve, and to communicate with the aspect of their Lord in charge of them.

These… are not human.

Perhaps, Lucienne dares to think, this is the Dreaming beginning to heal around their Lord’s absence? After all, their Lord is the Dreaming, and the Dreaming is him. It is not a creation that bears the mark of her Lord’s experienced hand, but… it must be of him, else it could not be. So perhaps they have simply been born of some part of her Lord that is… less than intentional. Impulse over artistry.

It keeps happening, too. The child grows, and as she does, more complex dreams bloom out of the dreamstuff as she needs them. Tesseract joins Aureolin and Dearth, as she discovers shapes, as she grows strong enough to operate her limbs properly and finds the world has substance, and then Schism, as she begins to walk and learns to fear falling, learns to dream of flying.

The first new dream to have a recognisable form is a spider, large enough for a small child to ride, covered in a thick fuzz of glowing white fur, and graced with a pair of magnificent translucent wings coloured like stained glass windows. Its eight eyes are all different sizes, from huge and liquid to small enough to be freckles, all of them black as night, all of them with eyelids far more like a human’s than any kind of insect.

The girl rides it across the dream-sand, sometimes shrieking with glee, sometimes yelling in triumph, and sometimes talking to it. Lucienne exchanges a look with Mervyn when they realise. It’s been a very long time since either of them has been around children. She’d forgotten they start talking that young.

“Should we…?” Mervyn asks. Lucienne looks to the girl, and after a moment of teetering indecision, nods sharply. Mervyn grumbles a wary agreement and, together, they start across the sand.

No matter where she is when she wakes, Lucienne notes, this girl always returns to the Dreaming here, on the shores, where all is raw dreamstuff like shifting sands, nurtured by the shushing shores of sleep. It’s curious, because most dreamers used to slip straight to whatever dream or nightmare called to them that night. But this girl never appears in the Houses of Secrets and Mysteries, nor in the palace rookery where Schism had taken to nesting, nor in the library where Tesseract tends to follow Lucienne around like a faithful hound.

They always come to her, instead.

On spotting them, the girl gasps in delight and immediately makes grabbing motions in their direction. In response, the dream immediately begins to skitter in their direction, wings flapping hard enough to lift it off the sand by a few feet, and then stopping, and then starting to buzz again.

“Pun’kin!” the girl cheers, as the glowing white spider skids to a stop at their feet, kicking up a cloud of shimmering golden dream-sand. “Birb!”

“Hello, little one. Little ones,” Lucienne greets, smiling a little tightly in her confusion.

“Hi! Hi, hi, hi,” the spider returns in a truly beautiful voice, while spinning around in a circle in its excitement.

“Up, pease!” the girl demands, raising her arms. Lucienne sighs, then bends down to pick her up and settle her on her hip. The spider scuttles up her legs, around to her back, and perches there like a backpack, front legs clinging to Lucienne’s shoulders.

Lucienne takes a moment to study the girl. She looks, perhaps, to be from somewhere in the Mediterranean; with warm skin, eyes such a dark brown they look nearly as black as the spider’s, and hair as glossy black as a raven’s wing. Mervyn leans in to study her, too, eyes narrowed. “Did you call me Pumpkin?” he asks.

“Pun’kin,” the girl agrees.

“This is Mervyn,” Lucienne corrects, refusing to laugh only because she knows it would annoy Mervyn. “And I am Lucienne. Who are you?”

“I’m Kess,” the girl says firmly. “Kessida!”

“Cressida?” Lucienne guesses. The girl nods in a full-body bobble. “That’s a lovely, name,” Lucienne tells her. “And who’s your friend?” she adds, turning her head to try and look at the spider still clinging to her back.

“I’m Arthur,” the spider announces sweetly.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Cress, Arthur,” Lucienne says entirely by rote.

“Luffly t’meechu, Looshen, Merfy,” Cressida echoes dutifully.

Mervyn winces. Lucienne doesn’t blame him. That’s a little bit too close to one of their Lord’s names to be anything but painful at the moment. “Maybe stick with ‘Punkin’, kiddo,” Mervyn suggests dryly.

“Kay,” Cressida agrees.

#The Sandman #Lucienne the Librarian #Mervyn Pumpkinhead #The Dreaming #kid fic #next gen OC #dream OC #nightmare OC #is it significant that Cress's first sapient dream #is a spider that can fly?#yes of course #she's the daughter of Eloquence Dreams and Hope #of course her first intentional creation is a Weaver with Wings

7 notes · View notes

celestialsister0918 · 2 years

Text

When Snape Becomes a Dad...

In honor of Father's Day, I'm posting my latest addition to "One Shots and Outtakes from Wizarding World Romance"... the one where Severus Snape becomes a dad! Enjoy this little fluff-shot as you celebrate today.

(Only TW is childbirth.)

Outtake, Post-War: November 17th, 1998 Fluff-shot, no warnings! Except extreme sweetness as Severus Snape becomes a dad.

______________________

Rhiannon paced up and down the aisles separating the long tables in her classroom as her students scrawled their essays. Today's assignment was a bit of a term recap, even though it was only the third week of November and winter holidays were still a month away. She knew her little bean would be making an appearance any day now, and she wanted a chance to review her students' assessment of the three most useful household spells they'd learned that term and why. She'd encouraged them to consider applications outside of the household setting as well, since the events of these past couple years had proved that thinking outside the box was quite necessary.

Rhiannon smiled as she passed by Hermione, Ginny and Luna's desk, a calm sense of relief filling her heart to see them safe and working on something so mundane. Hermione had chosen to return to complete her missed seventh year, even though Harry and Ron decided to move on. The three girls met Rhiannon's gaze and gave her small smiles, which warmed her heart. It wasn't too long ago they'd regarded her with disdain, but Ginny's frequent visits to the seaside house with Harry over the summer had done a good deal to solidify both Rhiannon and Severus's place within the family. It was all finally as it should be; the days of the Snapes playing double agent were finally, blessedly, over.

Rhiannon returned to her desk and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as she nibbled at a pastry she'd swiped from breakfast in the Great Hall. Her stomach was full-on rumbling with hunger today. Apparently the baby was trying to maximize her last few days in residence. Rhiannon kept thinking 'her'— of course she didn't know for sure, but the energy readings told her as much. They'd been right regarding Delphi when Bellatrix was pregnant earlier that year, so Rhiannon assumed they'd be correct again. She was rather skilled at detecting such things. Her readings on Colleen were a bit muddy, since Mrs. Black was carrying a litter. Well, metaphorically speaking. It was actually twins, according to Sirius's cosmic connection with Remus beyond the veil, but "litter" was more fun to say.

"Essays in, class!" Rhiannon called, straightening back up from her secret snack. She felt a bit lightheaded as she did so. She smiled and watched as parchment after parchment was stacked upon her desk, the leaves of ivory fluttering into swishes of black robes adorned with the rainbow of house scarves. It created a swirl of texture and color that played with Rhiannon's senses in a discombobulating way... could you taste color? Hear the texture of fabric and parchment? She suddenly felt queasy, and her stomach began to cramp.

"Professor Snape?" Ginny asked cautiously. "Are you all right?"

"Her baby is coming," Luna said serenely. "Perhaps we should fetch Madame Pomfrey?"

Hermione took off to the hospital wing without hesitation, and Ginny came around the back of the desk to stroke Rhiannon's hair, offering a cooling spell once she felt the sweat that beaded on her professor's forehead.

"Ginny, can you send a Patronus to the house?" Rhiannon gasped. "I need Severus here. Quickly. Make sure Colleen or Sirius has Delphi before he leaves."

"Of course," the redhead nodded. From her wand leapt a graceful horse, and Rhiannon smiled. She'd forgotten they shared a similar Patronus. Rhiannon's horse was larger, more feisty, and had the rare ability to shift color with her mood. Ginny's was frosty white, regal, and poised as it took off westwardly through the classroom window and over the moor.

"Is it time, my dear?" Poppy scurried into the Practical Magic classroom, the white tails of her kerchief trailing behind her in the breeze created by her haste. Rhiannon clutched her lower belly and nodded, her clammy body threatening to fall from her desk chair at the pain tightening in her abdomen.

"Oh, someone fetch Severus," Poppy commanded. "I believe there won't be much time. Rhiannon, dear, did you not feel any signs this morning? Why were you still teaching your class?"

"It just felt like monthly cramps," Rhiannon apologized with a shrug. She watched as Poppy transfigured the rolling cart Rhiannon used for cooking demonstrations into a suitable method of transportation. Hermione and Luna helped Rhiannon take a seat, and the three girls hurried to follow behind as Madame Pomfrey whisked their professor away to the hospital wing.

"Well, what were you expecting, dear?"

"I don't know... something more dramatic?"

Poppy gave a small laugh. "If we administer the potions early on, we can hope the gods will spare us the dramatic. Now into bed! Miss Granger, please assist the professor with her gown while I procure the potions."

"And what potions would those be?" a stern voice demanded. Obsidian eyes scanned Rhiannon head to toe as Hermione's wand removed her teaching robe and sent it flying into an adjacent wardrobe. Rhiannon looked down at her own belly, swollen and taut beneath the thick white lace of her maternity bra. She noticed Ginny's eyes widen at the sight.

"Now, Severus, this wouldn't be you questioning my expertise, now would it?" Poppy admonished.

"Severus! How in Merlin's name did you get here so fast?" Rhiannon exclaimed. Luna helped her settle against some extra pillows she had procured from unoccupied beds. Luckily the beds reserved for childbirth at Hogwarts were somewhat isolated from the remainder of the wing, and few students were there at the moment anyway. Peacetime had its advantages.

"I was already making my way down from the house when Miss Weasley's Patronus arrived," Severus informed her, stepping cautiously to her bedside. He took her chin in his hand and surveyed her critically as if she were an experimental brew he needed to evaluate. "I could feel something was different."

Rhiannon laid her head back with a relaxed smile, glad to know their bond could work across such an expanse, when the matter at hand was important. Satisfied with his appraisal of her, the firm hand at her chin relaxed a little and drifted to her cheek, his fingertips running along her bone structure as his eyes searched hers.

"You look beautiful," he murmured quietly, his gaze darting uncertainly to their young spectators. The three girls all watched with almost dreamy smiles, and Severus cleared his throat with annoyance.

"While I'm grateful for your assistance with my wife, I believe it is no longer needed," he told the young witches as politely as he could manage.

Ginny looked relieved, and Luna made a move to slip away obediently. Hermione, however, gave her former professor a frown.

"Professor, I would like to observe. The magical art of childbirth is covered in Practical Magic, yet our experience of it is merely textbook and hardly practical."

"Miss Granger, as a seventh year, I would assume one of your friends might find herself in a similar predicament soon enough, and you may use that as an opportunity to witness and study. My wife, however, is not a classroom experiment. Please return to class."

The girl obeyed with a sigh, and Rhiannon gave her a sympathetic smile before she and her friends retreated. Severus swept over to where Poppy was preparing instruments and bottles, though his "sweeping" these days wasn't all that theatrical now that he'd retired his trademark billowing robes in favor of more frequent Muggle clothing.

"I do not want that potion used-- use the one with the gelsemium. And have an elf go to Honeydukes and fetch honey quills immediately."

"Honey quills?" Rhiannon said with a laugh. "What am I, twelve?"

Severus looked at her beneath stern raven brows. "The quill will deliver honey in a safe amount to help you maintain your energy without interfering with the birth. I know your appetite and am well aware that you'll be whining and begging for food within an hour."

Rhiannon smiled and held her arms out to him, and he clasped her hands, allowing her to pull him close. "I love you, Severus Snape. You're going to be the most amazing father in wizarding history, you know that?"

"No pressure," he grunted.

Rhiannon's hand drifted into his black tresses, slightly tousled from his apparition in the windy November chill. Severus always took a few moments to adjust his meticulous appearance once he landed in his destination, but clearly he'd found other things to be higher priority today. She pulled his head to hers, her mind registering the outline of his sturdy mouth before they crashed together. A brief memory filled her of encountering him at Grimmauld Place over three years ago, him pinning her to the wall and that imposing mouth looming over her and filling her mind with a desire that turned all other thoughts to mush. As he kissed her now, her mind evaporated into a delightful buzz that hummed atop the ever-tightening pain taking over her lower insides. She felt the life within her alert them to her presence with a gentle thump, and Rhiannon could tell the baby was in perfect position.

"Alright, Professors, I regret interrupting such a loving display, especially when I believe it's the only one I've ever witnessed from Severus Snape. But the window of opportunity for comfort potions is rapidly closing." Madame Pomfrey hovered over Rhiannon, bottles in hand. Severus barely moved, holding Rhiannon's hand securely in both of his as the mediwitch lifted the amber glass bottles to her lips. The magical liquids took affect in no time, making what was sharp now dull, what was once uncomfortable now merely an alert to prod her body's natural rhythms along.

The next few hours passed with a house elf delivering the candied sustenance her wizard had suggested, and Headmistress McGonagall popping in to say hello. Word of such a special occasion had already spread quickly throughout Hogwarts, and Poppy frequently had to rush to the door to shoo away the crowds of curious students that were gathering. Severus remained in his rigid kneel until Minerva finally insisted he take a seat, shoving a chair beneath his arse until he had no choice but to accept. Rhiannon's pain had escalated considerably by that point, but she still managed to laugh at the Headmistress's haughty insistence and Severus's obstinance. She could tell Severus had resolved to suffer his own brand of discomfort in honor of his wife's.

"You're no good to her, Severus Snape, if your joints are immovable from sanctimonious self-induced penance," McGonagall chastised him. "Now sit. I daresay with a newborn you will have plenty of opportunity to suffer discomfort over the next few weeks."

Rhiannon shook her head and massaged her swollen belly with a laugh. "No suffering," she corrected. "Charity is going to be a little angel. I can tell already."

The older witches exchanged a glance. "Charity?" Minerva inquired.

Another contraction hit at this point, and it was tenacious. Poppy grasped her other hand and coached her through it, her wand hovering above Rhiannon's stomach as some kind of gauge for time, intensity, or both.

"Yes, for Burbage," Severus confirmed. "It was important to Rhiannon. To help honor the memory of a life her father stole."

"And...her middle...name...will be for my mother," Rhiannon breathed. "Another life he stole, in a way." She heard the dripping of water as Severus soaked a handkerchief in herb-infused water and ran it along her face.

"He didn't steal it— in fact it was one of the few honorable things he ever did," Severus corrected. "He gave her you."

Rhiannon noted the amusement on Minerva's lips at such a tender sentiment coming from her cantankerous ex co-worker.

"We're very close, Mum and Dad," Poppy announced, the tip of her wand glowing with a silvery gossamer pink. "I've heard rumors that you seem to be favored in some otherworldly realm, my dear; I believe it may be true. I've never witnessed a labor so uncomplicated."

"Silence, Poppy!" Severus snapped. "You dare to tempt the Fates like that with my wife's well-being?"

"Severus, I have lived long enough to know a difficult birth from an easy one," the mediwitch retorted. She lifted the thin blanket covering Rhiannon's midsection and pushed the young woman's gown up in preparation for delivery. "Now, Rhiannon, love, you will push when you feel the next tightening coming on. Do not over exert yourself— one good push should start the little lass on her way."

Rhiannon took a deep breath, tears tickling the corners of her eyes. Her heart felt a beautifully twisted pang at the thought that she would be a mother herself in mere minutes. She would know the love her own mother had felt, every monumental and complex emotion, but calmed and tempered with the steadfast, passionate love of her husband there by her side. Severus's face was pale, his eyes dark and hooded beneath his lashes. His stomach heaved up and down a bit within dark green cashmere, a charcoal colored scarf still tied around his neck. Rhiannon reached for the yarn tassels, toying with them a bit before giving the scarf a gentle tug.

"You seem a bit warm, Severus," she said softly. He nodded, his stare blank as he allowed her to remove the superfluous garment and toss it to the foot of the bed. Her hand returned to his neck, her thumb tracing his chin lovingly before the next wave began to swell in her abdomen.

"Oh, Merlin!" Rhiannon winced. Pressure. So much pressure... it was like the gravitational pull of the earth was concentrated within her center. Her muscles gave into Poppy's commands involuntarily, and she let out a scream, her hand still on her husband's neck. Her nails seared into the flesh beneath the hairline on his neck, but Severus didn't seem to mind in the least, steeling his own hand around her forearm to hold it in place. A round bulge in his jaw twitched, and Rhiannon knew his Legilimens mind was tapping into her pain with every shred of his power so he could experience it in his own right.

Rhiannon felt the oddest sensation of angles and pops as their daughter was born, the magical potion somehow simultaneously enhancing her sensation while making her pain tolerable. Severus suddenly clamored with Poppy in a tangle of arms to catch the newborn princess, the latter finally fending him off with a razor sharp look. Rhiannon watched the witch assess their tiny prize, each second agonizing while the new mother waited for some confirmation that all was well. Finally the older woman smirked and laid the messy, dark-haired beauty atop Rhiannon's breast, and Rhiannon's hand finally released Severus's neck to trail to the wrinkled, befuddled face of Charity Epona Snape acclimating to the world.

"Oh, Severus!" Rhiannon cried. "She's perfect! Look at her fingers? Have you ever seen anything like them? She's just delicate, like a pink rose petal. And she has your hair... feel it! It's so soft..."

Severus's hand was shaking as he lifted it from his lap and grasped at their baby's head. She was so tiny and his hand so large that it seemed to cover over half her body. He didn't smile, nor did he speak. His eyes bore into her, and Rhiannon looked to him inquisitively for a moment before remembering she could see his thoughts with a simple lowering of a shield. She shuddered when she was met with a shadowy image of her father, his red eyes being the only true distinguishing feature in a memory that was otherwise fuzzy. The vantage point of the memory was low, like one was kneeling. She heard Severus's deep, resonant voice — familiar but younger, and less sure.

"I do, my Lord."

"I will, my Lord."

In his field of vision crept the smooth, pale skin of a youthful forearm, and with a harsh jet of light a tattoo appeared, binding Severus to the Dark Lord for every moment they both would take a breath.

Why now? Rhiannon wondered. When he's staring at this innocent, perfect beauty?

But she knew. It was a binding ceremony, much like the birth of a tiny soul that shared both his blood and the Dark Lord's.

Rhiannon curled her left hand around her daughter, feeling her wet cheek scatter little dots across her bare chest as the baby searched for her first suckle. Her other hand secured around Severus's left arm, her palm squarely on the spot where the faint scar still lay.

"She's mine, Severus. Not his. Mine and yours. She's blameless, unblemished. And she will be loved like no little girl has been loved before."

His hand on Charity's back pressed down, and he nodded. He leaned in and kissed Rhiannon's lips softly.

"Speaking of," he murmured, "I should send a Patronus to the house. Let the Blacks know."

Rhiannon laughed. "Yes. How excited is Sirius right now, on a scale of one to ten?"

"I'm sure he's panting with expectation," Severus said drolly, reaching beneath his pant leg to retrieve his wand from its holster. He'd taken to wearing one like Sirius did now that they were in the Muggle world more often. "Considering the intimate proximity of his presence during conception, I'm certain he's also huffing and puffing like a bloody wolf with the notion that he's entitled to be here. I do hope Colleen was able to keep him contained."

Rhiannon laughed again, guiding Charity in place for her feather-like nips to her breast.

"Doing all right, dear?" Madame Pomfrey asked brightly as she prepared a basin of water with enhancements for a proper first bath.

"Yes, Poppy. Thank you for— " Rhiannon froze, her mouth falling open, green eyes wide as she focused on a dainty flicker of light fluttering around the room. She'd never seen it before— not like this. But she had seen it. It was the coquettish sashay of Slytherin, one of the three magical birds that had come to her upon her arrival in England over three years ago. One had died to save Sirius from the veil; the other two had perished in an act of war at the hand of her father's minions just before the Battle of Hogwarts. But now Slytherin lived on, immortalized as a crystal blue wisp emanating from Severus's ebony wand. He fluttered out of the window and took off just as Ginny's horse had earlier, dancing into the sunset over the autumn leaves.

"It changed?" Rhiannon's voice was a croak, warm tears streaming down her face. She blamed the surge of hormones that must be gearing her body up for afterbirth.

"Yes," Severus answered softly. He bent to place a kiss upon Charity's sweet little head. "It changed."

For more context surrounding this latest installment, be sure to read my longer work, "Soon All The Suns Will Rise," if you haven't already! It runs parallel to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and documents the war alliance between Severus and Sirius, and their creation of a family with their wives. (Work is Rated E)

It's part of my series "Wizarding World Romance," which takes you on a journey through Sirius and Severus's love triangle with Rhiannon, Sirius falling in love with Colleen in Muggle world, and the final installment detailing their coming together as foursome. Happy reading! Hope you enjoyed this little one-shot. (Links below Rated E- please read tags.)

#severus snape lives #severus x oc #severus snape x oc #snape x oc #fluff #severus snape fluff #father's day #severus snape fanfiction #snape fanfiction #daddy snape #hogwarts #harry potter fanfiction #childbirth #poly relationship #sirius black #sirius black fanfiction #patronus #alan rickman #sirius black lives

94 notes · View notes